Post by hawkeye on Apr 5, 2021 1:10:38 GMT
“Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall with a twenty minute time limit. Introducing first, hailing from Hobbs End, New Hampshire she stands at five feet-eight inches tall and weighs in at one hundred and thirty-two pounds. She is the Soul Survivor and the only Hope of a Dark Tomorrow, I give to you ‘BAD’ PENNY TREMBLAY!”
The lights cut out in the span between heartbeats, plunging the capacity crowd before they could even start to jeer. With it came the low hum of a guitar and a repetition of vaguely ecclesiastical ‘oh’s’ that marked the beginning of Thirty Seconds to Mars’s ‘Walk on Water’.
WALK ON WATER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=O8yo7l43Yoo
Now the boos kicked in full force. Miranda Wainright’s dream of perpetual darkness had been dead for quite some time, but the Messiah of Misery’s devilish doctrine lived on in the Orphan of Midnight. Their vitriol in combination with a bank of ghostly blue lights and a thin carpet of dry ice fog meant FAWN’s Ill Omen was among them.
PENELOPE TREMBLAY:
She arrived with the chorus, the Angriest Acolyte rising into view on a mechanical lift hidden within the dark so it looked as though she appeared from thin air. Taking up residence center stage, Penelope Tremblay looked across the arena for several long seconds before she raised her left hand to right shoulder and brushed off some invisible dust. Eyes locked on some point beyond the horizon, she repeated the sigil on her left shoulder, then started down the ramp to the squared circle.
For her return performance against the tin-eared hack of a Songbird, Tremblay wore a midnight blue two piece consisting of a sports-bra top and strappy briefs, both edged in copper trim. Pads at knee and elbow were matte gray while her boots matched her trunks. Still a bit jarring to those who remembered her original look, the former brunette now numbered among the fair-haired, her previously dark locks now a luminous golden blonde.
Ignoring the startled jeers of the heathens (save to sneer at those that dared reach too close) Tremblay made her way down the ramp, then hurried up the steel steps, climbed onto the empty corner and sprang from there to the center of the ring, where she dropped to her knees facing the hard camera A detail noted by those with particularly sharp vision, Penny wore copper-colored eye shadow, a sartorial detail that made it look like the coins placed over the eyes of the dearly departed. Standing after an appropriate stretch of genuflection, Tremblay stood up and turned her face to the rafters. For a moment it looked like she might sing, but the index finger she draaaaaaaaaagged across her throat was far more malicious than melodious.
The crowd was heartily booing this ominous prophecy when the house lights faded for a second time. Far from the heavy gloom of Tremblay’s arrival this was a welcoming darkness, one greeted with cheers that grew all the louder when a brilliant spotlight pierced the darkness. Standing dead center atop the stage, her back to the crowd, was a tall willowy brunette draped in a diaphanous robe that did nothing to hide the lithesome strength of her frame.
The Announcer waited for a lull in the noise before resuming his duties, “And introducing her opponent, hailing from London, England, she stands at five feet eight inches tall and weighs in tonight at one hundred and twenty two pounds. She is the Renaissance Woman, the Superlative Soprano, ladies and gentlemen I give to you… ELIZA BLISSSSSS!”
ELIZA BLISS:
A sweet melodious set of notes reached to the heights only a hint at the beauty of her operatic ecstasy. Eliza, her arms raised high, serenaded the crowd with her own entrance accompaniment, no one else able to reach those perfect notes of sweetest rapture. After several seconds of, well, pure bliss, the Queen of the Spotlight grabbed the sash at her waist, yanked the robe open and let it fall at her feet.
For tonight’s vengeful performance against the vicious Orphan of Midnight the Superlative Soprano wore deep blue briefs and a matching sleeveless crop-top that left the whole of her midsection bare. Across the seat of her trunks was a single word done in bold white strokes designed to make them look like they’ve been illuminated by a spotlight. It reads simply: BLISS. Below and beside, elbow and knees were protected by glossy white pads, while the Briton’s wrestling boots matched the blue of her briefs.
Eliza tossed her long dark locks over a shoulder with a whiplash shrug, turned, and headed down the ramp and aisle crisscrossing to slap hands with any and all extended her way. A standard bit of business for any babyface, but Eliza’s treatment was all the more impressive because she continued to belt out a flawless rendition of the concluding aria of Giulio Cesare.
Finishing her performance with a single loop around ringside, Bliss removed and handed over her unobtrusive microphone headset, quickly climbed the steps and spun to face the fans. She dipped into a deep curtsey as thanks for this latest round of thunderous applause. Once it died down, she slipped through the ropes, strode to the middle of the ring and belted out another perfect high C all without ever taking her eyes off Penelope. The veteran let it go on and on, practically daring the blonde to silence her song. But Tremblay only offered polite applause when Bliss finally ended it, the Angriest Acolyte seemingly content to hold her violence until after the bell.
Stung though she was by her defeat at hands of this upstart understudy, Eliza was careful to keep her posture relaxed and her expression neutral through the CLANG of the opening bell. Letting out a slow exhalation in time with the crowd’s excited roar, Bliss pushed off the buckles and made her way toward the center of the squared circle. In the opposite corner Penny Tremblay made no effort to hide the satisfied smile that curled her lips like charred paper. Crushing the Superlative Soprano during their first encounter had proved the perfect opening salvo for her return to FAWN, but crushing her a second time? That would send a message to everyone in the locker room. No one was safe. Not the shiny new up and comers, not the mid-card workhorses, not even the complacent legends.
Especially not the complacent legends.
Eager to hear the second verse in Bliss’ song of suffering, Tremblay met the brunette’s tense stride with a confident strut that brought her to the center a step or two behind her veteran adversary. “I’m glad to see you’re hitting the high notes again, Songbird.” Penny purred. “There was some concern among the heathens that your ribs were shattered after the Dying BreATHURK!”
Eliza stuffed the middle and ring fingers of her right hand into the blonde’s mouth, gouging them deep into the soft tissue beneath Tremblay’s tongue! “It will take FAR more than the likes of you to silence me, chorus girl.” Bliss hissed as she jabbed her thumb into the shelf of the other woman’s chin. “Yet it will take nothing more than my Cleft Note to expose you as the pathetic one-hit wonder you--oh no you don’t!”
Penny went for Eliza’s eyes with both hands, but the Englishwoman was ready for such tawdriness and she made the younger wrestler pay by THUMPING a Kneelift into the pit of her stomach. That slowed the blonde’s claws long enough for Bliss to snatch hold of Penny’s right hand and beeeeeeeeend it backward over her wrist! Tremblay squealed, stamped her feet and grabbed at the brunette’s left wrist in an effort to free her other hand.
“Not nearly enough, my panicked little understudy.” now it was Eliza’s turn to coo into her opponent’s face. “What you’re currently enduring is politely known as a stunning rebuke or a stern dismissal. In more casual circles they call it a humiliating defeaTTEERRGGHH!”
Penny abandoned her counter-claw in favor of burying a talon in Bliss’ hair and wrenching her head backward at a painful angle. In the same instant she plowed into the Songbird not to knock her down but to send the both of ‘em backpedaling into--
“BREYGH!” the blonde squealed around those encroaching fingers. “BREYGRRRRRHHH!”
Eliza squeezed that much harder, the blue-clad battler just wrenching her rival’s head back and forth until Merle barked ‘FOUR!’ on his count. Bliss released on time only to flatten that hand so she could SLAP the taste from Tremblay’s mouth! “Get your filthy hand out of my hair, chorus girl.” she demanded. “Or I’ll rip your jaw offFEERRRGGGGHH!”
The Last True Believer balled one hand into a fist and buried it in Eliza’s belly once, twice, three times! Those body blows didn’t get Eliza’s fingers out of her mouth, however it loosened the Brit’s grip enough for Penny to chomp down with obvious delight! Bliss shrieked, slapped Tremblay’s face again, then snatched her own handful of hair and pulled until the blonde’s eyes began to water.
“Ok ladies, let’s have a clean break.” Merle admonished when it was clear blonde and brunette needed some prompting. “Come on now, I don’t need to make a second count do WHOAH!”
The ref jumped back from his charges when Tremblay swept Eliza’s leg and surged forward to knock the Briton off balance and send the both of ‘em tumbling through the strands to THWHUMP to the thinly-padded floor! An awkward landing for sure, yet if the FAWNatics expected them to break apart on impact they were sorely disappointed because Eliza and Penny doubled down on their mutual hair-holds and began to roll around in a hissing, snarling tangle! Bliss came out on top at the end of their first tumble and promptly made her opponent pay by yanking her head up, then BOUNCING it against the floor half a dozen times.
Slipping her right hand from the blonde’s hair so she could blister her cheek with several more slaps, the former World Champion fashioned another Cleft Note and would’ve slipped it between Penelope’s lips if the Angriest Acolyte hadn’t kept twisting her head from side to side. “Don’t think you can deny me, chorus girl.” Eliza caught Tremblay’s lower lip between thumb and forefinger and gave it a sharp twist! “Silence now will only make your shrieking surrender all the more satisfyRRRRGGGGHHH BYTCH!”
Penny abandoned her own hair-holds and clamped down on the brunette’s breasts, the blonde rotating her wrists in opposite directions to put the most strain on her foe’s girls. “Guuuhhhh…get your f*cking hand out of my face, shytbird.” Tremblay continued to knead and squeeze while also increasing Bliss’ discomfort by repeatedly pumping a knee up into her opponent’s lower back. Hissing through clenched teeth, Eliza grabbed hold of Penny’s wrists and prized her hands away just so she could repay the blonde an earlier indignity by biting a few fingers!
“Bytch, you are going to PAY!” Tremblay shouted as she twisted her other hand free of the Englishwoman’s grasp and clamped it down on her face. No Iron Claw this, she pinched Bliss’ nose between thumb and forefinger and twisted until she was able to pull her fingers free.
Soon as she was out she went back to the brunette’s tresses and wrenched hard right to roll Eliza out of the mount and onto her back. Penny climbed aboard at once, or rather, she climbed aboard after she’d taken the time to stuff a knee into the pit of her opponent’s stomach! Bliss ‘oooofffhed’ as the air escaped her lungs, then spat a furious curse when Tremblay snatched hold of her wrists and banged them against the unyielding floor at least half a dozen times. “Must’ve been too gentle with you the first time.” Penny grunted as she scooted up the brunette’s struggling frame. “I won’t make that mistake again, hag.”
“Errrrrrrr… you act as though you’ll have any say in the matRRRRMMHHHH!”
A round of tawdry cheers from the more salacious element of the audience when Tremblay snatched a double handful of the Brit’s dark hair and pulled her face-first into the blonde’s undercarriage! “Oh yeah, this is my favorite song.” Penny smirked as the Blackbird squealed into her trunks. “Sing a little louder hag, I can barely hear you!” Tremblay pulled up on those tangled tresses while bouncing in place, the sadistic bendyback using her butt as a bludgeon against the suffering songstress. Keeping her thighs snug to the sides of Eliza’s head, Tremblay tuned out the noise of the throng to focus on Merle’s count and was irritated to realize that idiot had already reached ‘FOURTEEN!’
Unwilling to settle for a double count-out even if ended with her sitting on Bliss’ washed-up face, Tremblay rose onto her knees and just to deliver a quick Butt Bomb to the veteran’s mug. That shot scrambled Eliza’s senses long enough for Penny to scramble to her feet and drag the Renaissance Woman up alongside. Corralling Bliss at trunks and tresses, Tremblay treated the former to a sharp yank that bared a good two-thirds of Brit buttocks. It also put Bliss up on tiptoe, thus making it easier for Penelope to bum rush her across the narrow aisle to-- Eliza slammed both hands into the apron to halt the blonde’s progress, then pulled her left arm away so she could THUMP the point of that elbow into the pit of Tremblay’s stomach!
Twisting ’round behind her opponent at the cost of a small hank of hair, Bliss snatched a double handful of hair and just THWHUNKED Penny’s forehead against the apron! Tremblay groaned, jabbed a woozy elbow into Eliza’s hip and got her face dragged across the thinly-sheathed plywood in retaliation.
“Aaaaaahhhh, that’s Squeal of Despair in the key of Bytch,” Eliza sighed over Penny’s protests. “one of my absolute favorites!” She wouldn’t have minded an encore in the slightest, alas Merle’s count had grown long in the tooth, so the Superlative Soprano snatched hold of Penny’s trunks (making sure to avenge her own wedgie in the process) and muscled her under the bottom rope.
Not all the way though, her machinations left Tremblay mostly within the squared circle, though her head hung under the bottom rope to look down at the floor she’d so recently occupied. Hopping into the apron at ‘NINETEEN!’ Bliss dipped through the strands and threw both arms up in a jaunty ‘V’ that perfectly complemented the glorious high note she offered her adoring public.
“Left her hanging there, Eliza.” Merle noted once the applause died down. “Want to stand her up so you two can continue this match properly?”
“Not quite just yet, dear sir.” the Songbird answered with a smile. “In fact, I believe I have one more bit of pressing business on the apron. If you’ll excuse me.” Eliza grabbed the top rope in both hands, leapt over and came down with her right foot flush between the blonde’s shoulders! Penny barked a nasty cough and tried to squirm free but Bliss wouldn’t allow it, she continued to press down with all her weight while simultaneously grrrrrriiiiiinding her booted heel between Tremblay’s shoulders. Forced to admit he was gonna do a lot of counting tonight, Merle added another ‘FOUR!’ to the tally and was relieved when Bliss stepped away in time.
Backing herself toward the nearest corner, Eliza bent down and deftly lowered the pad protecting her right knee. “I made my name on high notes,” the Briton murmured to her groaning rival, “but I can go low when the time calls for it.” While none of the FAWN faithful would dare doubt the word of a Renaissance Woman, Bliss never made a claim without backing it up which was why she raced down the apron and took to the skies, her right knee raised to hip level so she could THWUNK it against the base of Penny’s skull as she descended to the floor!
Tremblay jolted from end to end and might’ve slopped all the way back to the floor if Eliza hadn’t caught her by the shoulder-straps and rudely stuffed the beleaguered bendyback all the way into the ring. The Superlative Soprano went to slide in after her only to draw back when she saw Tremblay start to barrel roll toward the far side of the ring. “Run as far as you can, as fast as you can, chorus girl. You’ll never outrun my spotlight.”
Regaining the apron in a single nimble motion, Bliss earned a murmur from the crowd when she elected to claim a perch in the high rent district. Despite her avian nickname, Eliza wasn’t known to hang out on the top rope very often. Didn’t mean she wasn’t at home there, as evidenced by the effortless way she rose to her full height while Penelope did the same (albeit in far more ramshackle fashion) more than halfway across the ring. As of yet unaware of the brunette’s intentions, Tremblay flipped hair out of her eyes before she whipped ‘round in search of-- Eliza leapt out into the void, the Blackbird divebombing out of the lights like a harbinger of doom. And not a creeping doom either, the Englishwoman jammed her knees into Penny’s chest and laced her hands behind the blonde’s head to tear her from her moorings and THWUMP her down atop those pointy joints at full force.
SHEER BLISS:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=75N-YVXWrBo
Knocked flat on her back by that taste of Sheer Bliss, Tremblay offered nothing more than a soft groan when Eliza wedged her shoulders into the pits of her knees and folded her in half with a Matchbook good for the…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
Penny twisted her hips to spill Bliss out of the cover with half a second to spare. The escape didn’t register as more than a flash of irritation from the veteran who took the opportunity to smooth down her hair and undo the wedgie inflicted upon her earlier in the bout. Sighing with relief once the lycra was back where it belonged, the Superlative Soprano buried a hand in Penny’s hair and pulled her head off the canvas just to paintbrush her cheeks with a pair of stinging slaps!
“Not nearly so insolent now, are you understudy?” Bliss scraped her blonde off the deck without waiting for an answer and reeled her into a Front Facelock that allowed her to drag Tremblay to the center of the ring. Swinging around so the Angriest Acolyte’s rear was pointed toward the hard camera, Eliza made a point to swat the blonde’s glutes before another sharp tug allowed her to exacerbate Penny’s wedgie in time with one of her world famous high notes!
The trunk tugging segued into a parade wave, Bliss saluting the opera aficionados as well as the catfight lovers before she pressed that hand between Penny’s shoulders and sprang into the air. Her ascent was flawless (as was to be expected of anything pertaining to the former World Champion) but things started to go wrong when Eliza reached the apex. Rather than allow the diva to plant her skull like a good little understudy, Tremblay braced one hand against Bliss’ tummy and the other against her left thigh. This pair of sinister supports kept Eliza blocked in place, the startled brunette floating almost six feet above the mat.
“Release me you brat.” Bliss growled. “There’s only one way this song ends and WHOOOAAAARRRGGGGGHHHH!” Penny trudged / ran to the edge of the ring, prompting a concerned roar from the FAWNatics who thought she might simply hurl Eliza all the way to the floor. Her actual plan proved simultaneously better and worse in that the fall wasn’t nearly so long, but the landing was arguably worse considering that the blonde delivered her adversary crotch-first on the top rope!
Dark eyes alight as she drank in Eliza’s anguish, Penny laid a single Knife-Edge Chop across the Englishwoman’s chest, then she grabbed hold of the rope on either side of Bliss. “Such an awkward perch for an ancient bird.” she said with a sneer. “Shouldn’t you land somewhere a little more comfortable, hag? Here, let me help you lift take off.”
“No, don’t you DAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRHHHH!” Bliss’ high notes sounded like something by Fulci rather than Pavarotti when Tremblay began to bounce and jounce the rubber-coated steel, Eliza forced to go along for a shrieking ride as the rope ground against her undercarriage!
“Ok Penny enough of that! I said enough of that, you hear! Get her out of the ropes!” Merle demanded as he strode over to his charges.
Penny didn’t slow that crotch-crushing ride in the slightest. “Why don’t you make me, idiot?” Merle didn’t appreciate the tone or the disrespect so he responded with a count that reached ‘FOUR!’ far too quickly for Tremblay’s liking. A single aggressive step sent the zebra scurrying halfway across the ring, which gave the Last True Believer plenty of breathing room when she stalked to the corner behind Eliza. Bliss’ trip to the top had earned her plenty of cheers, Penny however got nothing but boos. Not that they bothered her in the slightest, in fact she tapped an index finger to her ear to coax more volume from the Marching legions.
They obliged her quite readily, not that their increased volume was enough to cover up the ungodly THWHUMP of heels on skull when Tremblay leapt from the corner with a pinpoint Missile Dropkick! Too preoccupied with the fires down below to even anticipate the bludgeoning blow, Eliza tumbled off the ropes and landed hard on her left hip and shoulder. Beside her, Penny laid claim to the Briton’s wrist and ankle and draaaaaagged her away from the strands to ensure they weren’t an issue when she dropped across Bliss’ chest and hooked the far leg for…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
Eliza shot a shoulder off the canvas, thus ensuring tonight’s performance would continue for at least another three seconds. “Your voice is starting to crack, ‘Liza.” Tremblay sniped as she plunged her hands into the Englishwoman’s hair. “Or is that your bones I’m hearing? They’re both brittle these daysOOFFFHH!”
Bliss pounded a pair of elbows into the blonde’s tummy when she made it to her knees, but she couldn’t complete the jailbreak before Penny reared up on her tiptoes and dropped to her knees to THWHUMP the back of her skull into the thinly-sheathed plywood. “Oh, I see. You‘re establishing yourself as the defiant albeit ultimately doomed heroine. Well, let‘s make sure these idiots have a deep understanding of your suffering.”
The Angriest Acolyte switched over to grip on Eliza’s shoulder-straps to get Merle off her case, not that it made Bliss’ return to verticality any more gentle, indeed Tremblay made a point to bury a Kneelift in the veteran’s navel as soon as she was upright once more. Slithering around into position on the brunette’s six, Penny slipped her head under Eliza’s left arm, then wrapped her right arm around the Englishwoman’s waist and palmed her left hand to the back of Bliss’ left thigh.
The FAWNatics worried about a Spine Tremblar, butt it turned out the blonde had something else in mind, namely a textbook Atomic Drop that delivered the former World Champion’s tailbone onto the point of her right knee! “NNNNGGGGGGGHHH!” Eliza shot up on tiptoe and tottered away from her adversary with one hand pressed to her traumatized tush while the other reached for the-- Penelope caught hold of Bliss’ waistband and yanked her into a single Forearm Smash that SPANKED across the small of her back.
The Renaissance Woman’s knees shivered without buckling, so Tremblay laid a second and third shot across her spine, then set for another Atomic Drop, only this time she kept Eliza balanced atop her shoulder. Showing off Bliss’ bum wasn’t the whole point of this display (though Penny certainly snickered at the heathenish hooting and whistling), it was merely an incidental benefit of marching Eliza to the nearest corner and depositing her on the top turnbuckle facing the audience.
“Ruuuhhhh… ropes!” Bliss grabbed the top rope with both hands to anchor herself against whatever nastiness Tremblay had in mind. “Back her up, Merle. I’m in the ropOOOOWWWW!”
Penny crooked her fingers into hooks and draaaaaaaaagged them down Eliza’s back before burying them in the other wrestler’s hair. “Enjoy the sold-out crowd while you can, hag.” The Last True Believer drew Eliza down and backward so that she was suspended above the canvas while looking up at the lights. “Something tells me your audience in the ICU will be much smaller and less appreciative.”
“Oh, can’t you just shut your bloody mouthNGH! NGH! NGH! NGH! NGH!”
Penny took a step back so she could ensure full extension on the half dozen kicks she pounded across the brunette’s shoulders. Twisting around so she could rest the back of Bliss’ neck against the point of her right shoulder, the blonde cupped her foe’s chin with that hand. The other tolled out a mocking counterpoint to Merle’s count, Penny mouthing out a wide-eyed ‘ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR!’ at the end of which she dropped to a seat and damned near whiplashed the Songbird’s head off her shoulders in the process!
ROPE HUNG BACK KICKS & NECKBREAKER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=S95gweQjc9Y
Bliss ended her descent sprawled in a heap that screamed ‘Pin Me!’ but the Bad Penny wasn’t about to have her three count interrupted by another rope break so rather than risk such an annoyance she helped herself to Eliza’s hair and pulled her into a Front Facelock which she used to drag the penitent soprano out into the center of the squared circle. Now in full control of the disheveled diva, Penelope teased the FAWNatics with the same glib parade wave Eliza had used on her earlier in the match. But where Bliss followed this with a wedgie, Tremblay abruptly flattened that hand into a paddle and cra-cra-cra-CRAAACKED! a quartet of vile slaps against the Englishwoman’s lower back!
Bliss wailed and managed to clamber to boot leather, unfortunately she didn’t escape the Facelock so she remained easy prey for the pair of Kneelifts Penny pounded into her navel. Slipping ‘round behind Eliza in the next instant, the Last True Believer curled her right arm around her foe’s waist while simultaneously wedging her head beneath Bliss’ left armpit. Again the fear of a Spine Tremblar passed through the crowd and again Penny proved them wrong, the bendybacked blonde stepping around and in front of her foe so that Eliza’s tummy was pressed tight to her lower back / right hip. With her right arm draped across Bliss’ shoulders, Tremblay ‘hupped’ the brunette up and across her hip so that she swung out and around, Eliza stretched out perpendicular to Penny’s midsection in the half a heartbeat before she dropped to one knee and THWHUMPED her down spine-first atop the posted joint!
SIDEWINDER BACKBREAKER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=n-8XzLgcgvE
The Renaissance Woman bounced away from the collision to land on her hands and knees, Eliza immediately rearing onto her haunches to press both hands to those aching vertebr--THONK! Tremblay lunged forward and drove her right knee into the center of Bliss’ forehead! Eliza flopped backward over her own lower legs so Penny straddled her waist, the blonde planting her hands on her hips for a domineering cover good for…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
Eliza lashed out her right hand, the former World Champion clouting her startled rival across the mouth with a Bytch Slap that broke the cover with half a second to spare! “Yuuuhhh… your gall is astounding, chorus girl.” Bliss grunted after she’d made it to a slumped seat. “Thinking you could dismiss me with a cover that’s not fit for the most basic slice of swimsuit SPAMMEERRRGGGGGGHHH!”
Tremblay dropped to one knee beside the Briton and cinched her left arm around that delicate throat! Hands clasped tight, she tossed Eliza onto her stomach, then stretched out behind her and pivoted around in a half circle just so she could yank the gasping grappler back to a seat. “Figured it out yet, hag?” Tremblay sneered in Bliss’ ear as she leeeeeeeeeaaaned her weight into the veteran’s back. “Disrespect me and I’ll tear your pampered ass apart!”
ROUGHHOUSING CHINLOCK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=6XlOjNOXVYU
Merle heard the threat and though he assumed it was a figure of speech he certainly didn’t want such a fate to befall any of his charges so she hunkered over the action and asked, “What do you say, Eliza? Are you hanging in there or do you need me to call for the bell?”
“Don’t ask stupid questions heathen, you know she needs you to call for the bell, she just doesn’t want you to call for the bell.” Penny bared her teeth in a wolfish smile, yanked the Chinlock to and fro, then bent down and planted a taunting kiss on the crown of Bliss’ skull. “But your heretofore useless bleeding heart may actually prove useful in prolonging the Songbird’s career, assuming you act with any sense of urgencHHHRRGGGHH!”
Eliza had been digging and gouging at Tremblay’s strangling forearm, now she reached back with both hands and snatched hold of the blonde’s long locks. Blatantly illegal of course, yet the ref offered no warning because neither lady offered a single word of complaint about the aggressive exchange. Pulling Penny’s hair hard enough to wrench her head to one side, the Superlative Soprano scrabbled until she got a knee against the canvas. From there it wasn’t long until she started to rise, that neck-straining hair pull threatening to leave a big ‘ol patch of the younger wrestler’s scalp bare if Eliza kept--“RRRGGGGHHHH!”
Penny slipped three fingers on her right hand into the corner of the Englishwoman’s mouth and yanked to the side, that vile fishhook producing the sort of discordant notes that so very rarely passed those perfect lips. “Gonna rip you apart, hag.” Tremblay hissed in Eliza’s ear. “I’ll mangle you so badly you won’t sing for anything other than a bathroom mirrNNNGHHH!”
The Renaissance Woman used her hair-pull to wedge Penelope’s chin against the crown of her skull, then dropped to a seat to shut her damned mouth with a stiff Jawbreaker! Penny stumbled backward with one hand pressed to her face, the damaging dental distraction providing her opponent just enough time to scramble to boot-leather before Tremblay lunged in and snatched hold of a Wristlock. Already dipped into a deep crouch, the Last True Believer sent Bliss toward the strands with an Irish NOPE! Eliza dug in her heels and yanked Tremblay forward, not to reverse the Whip but to jab the spade of her right hand into the hollow of Penny’s throat!
Too furious to put voice to her disdain for the blonde, Bliss hooked her right arm across Tremblay’s chest (with her foe’s right arm draped over her shoulder), then stepped forward and went down on one knee to THUMP Penny’s back across the post of her thigh! Tremblay bounced on impact and Eliza used it to her advantage, the Songbird returning to verticality just to snap backward and thus THWONK Penny down flat on her face, chest and belly!
ENCORE, ENCORE @ 00:22
www.youtube.com/watch?v=VqTQoHjxFSg
The FAWNatics roared their approval for Encore, Encore, then got even louder when Bliss rolled curled up on herself and threaded her left leg up and over so that her calf was pressed tight to the other wrestler’s throat. In the same instant she reached over with her left hand, locked her fists in a white-knuckled knot and craaaaaaaaaaanked back while simultaneously pushing out with her encroaching gam!
KOJI CLUTCH:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=1q7zNJtJfLA
Koji Clutch, Eliza Bliss to Penelope Tremblay in the center of the ring. “Sing for me, chorus girl!” the Superlative Soprano growled at her wide-eyed prey. “Sing loud enough to justify your presence on my grand stage!”
“Fuuuuhhhhh…. f*ck you, hagHHHUURRRRRK!”
Bliss put an end to the sass with another pitiless constriction, the former World Champ doing her best to put Penny to sleep in front of the whole world. Tremblay wasn’t going gently into that good night however, she’d gouged both elbows into the canvas and begun crawling / dragging her way toward the ropes. The veteran took it all in stride, indeed she looked downright pleased as she continued to wrench and tear at Penny’s neck. To make things even more uncomfortable she drew her right leg out to full extension, then GOUGED that knee into her opponent’s ribs.
“Bridget Stroud is a commendable addition to our little troupe.” Eliza huffed in the midst of a few more well-timed Kneelifts. “But she has the talent to hand you a loss, she lacks the experience to teach you respect. Luckily for you, I am more than happy to do what she could--”
Penny reached over Bliss’ strangling leg with her left hand, those wickedly curved talons seeking the brunette’s determined features. Eliza turned away as best she could, but Tremblay’s spidering fingers still found the corner of her mouth and-- Bliss snapped her head in their direction and CHOMPED down with all her might!
“AAAARRRRHHHH SAVAGE BYTCH!” Penelope wailed. “LET GO OF ME!”
“Stop biting her Eliza, you know better than that!” Merle chided one charge before checking in with the other. “What do you say, Penny? Need me to call for the bell?”
Nothing but guttural curses from Tremblay, but Eliza spat out her serving of ladyfingers and demanded, “Don’t let this little quitter tap the mat, Merle! I want to hear her submit to HHRRGGHH! HRGH! HRGH! HRGH!” Rather than pull her nommed hand clear for a little respite, Penny grabbed hold of Bliss’ throat and yanked her head off the mat just to BOUNCE it against the mat about half a dozen times!
The Koji Clutch collapsed on the last impact, thus allowing the breathless blonde to roll toward the ropes while Bliss tumbled in the other direction for some much needed separation. While the Superlative Soprano set about massaging the knots from her neck and back, the Angriest Acolyte hooked an arm around the bottom strand and dragged herself out onto the apron to provide at least a semblance of defense.
It seemed to work well enough, Bliss made no effort to encroach, thus allowing the blonde enough time to steady her breathing and clamber to one knee. One hand to her burning throat, Tremblay swiped the hair from her eyes and took a few deep breaths before snarling, “Heathen bytch, you’re going to beg OOOWWWW! ROPES! ROPESSSSEERRGGGHH!”
Realizing the other wrestler’s back was pointed at her, Bliss rose to her full height and stormed over to the edge of the ring, then reached over and snatched a huge handful of hair! A single colossal yank hauled Penny to her feet and gave Eliza all the opening she needed to cinch her right arm around the blonde’s throat. Now, a Sleeper applied in the ropes for the traditional purpose would be of limited value, however the Renaissance Woman wasn’t looking for a knock out, she just needed a hook to keep Tremblay under control while she draaaaaaaaaaagged her backward over the strands into the squared cir--
Bliss dipped low and popped her hips to hurl Penny up, over and most importantly down, the lithesome blonde bendyback turned inside out by the Suplex that planted her facedown with a ring-rattling THAWHAM! Tremblay bounced over onto her back, the Orphan of Midnight looking like she was up well past her bedtime when Eliza scrambled over and stretched out across her chest in a Lateral Press good for the…
SLEEPER SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=bHpYDp-MX6g
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
Penny shoved the brunette away with a half second to spare and fought to a weary seat. “Huuuhhh… have to do better than that, haHEEEYYMMMRRRRPPPPGGHHH!”
A tawdry cacophony from the capacity crowd when Bliss pulled her prey back to the mat and climbed aboard, Eliza parking those British buttocks firmly atop Penny’s forehead! Catching hold of the younger wrestler’s wrists the instant her hands started to flail, Bliss pinned both to the deck to keep them out of play while she snugged the soles of her boots in against her seat’s noggin. “This isn’t just any gauche Reverse Face Sit you’re enduring, understudy.” Bliss was all smiles as she swished her cheeks over Tremblay’s protesting mug. “This is my patented Contralto, or at least it will be after one minor adjustment.”
A couple snug bounces put that much more weight on Penny’s features, meaning she couldn’t muster much in the way of defense, let alone escape when Bliss brought her hands up and pressed them to her own chest. Shifting her grip so she could secure both of the blonde’s wrists in her left hand, Eliza balled her right hand into a fist and PWAAAKED it against Penny’s navel once, twice, three times before she transformed it into a five-tined spade that plunged deep into her fluttering tummy! “Ahh yes, there it is.” Bliss bit her bottom lip and nodded, the former World Champion clearly enjoying the groans reverberating against her undercarriage.
“Can you hear me, Penny?” Merle dropped to a knee beside the action while making sure to keep clear of any potential flailing. “Do you want to call it a night? Just say the word and I’ll ring the bell.”
“Oh, she’s saying plenty.” Bliss teased as she continued to chew up the younger wrestler’s abs. “I don’t understand most of it, but I haven’t heard anything that sounds like a submission yet. Don’t worry, Merle. We’ll both know when this understudy has had enoRRRRGGGGHHH”
Tremblay kicked her legs up and over, threading them under Bliss’ armpits so she could secure a crushing counter-Scissors! Bliss’ hands flew to those encroaching thighs, the startled Soprano looking to rake her adversary from her glutes to the pits of her knees in a single savage swipe. She’d *barely* touched fingers to flesh when Tremblay squeezed even harder and popped her hips to roll to a seat which in turn THUMPED the Englishwoman down on her face and chest!
Hooking her arms around Eliza’s knees the instant she was able to draw breath, Penny poured on the pressure while aggressively swiping her rival’s wailing face back and forth against the canvas! “That’s what you get!” the Angriest Acolyte flattened her hands into palms and compounded Bliss’ misery by cra-cra-cracking half a dozen stereo spanks against the brunette’s squirming buttocks. “That’s what you f*cking get, hag!”
This got nothing more intelligible than an angry shriek for Eliza, so Penny braced her hands against the mat and lifted herself up while bearing down with the Scissors in a blatant attempt to shove her opponent’s face straight through the mat. “Tell me something, Eliza.” Craig said after ten seconds ticked by with no notable progress from the trapped grappler. “Can you continue? Do I need to call for the--”
“Do so at your own peril.” she barked. “The chorus girl and I are not yet RGH! RGH! RRRGGGHHH!”
Tremblay pulled up on the Scissors to peel Bliss’ torso off the canvas just to drive her back down with trio of miniature Facebusters! Those concussive collisions settled Eliza’s resistance down considerably, so Penny rolled over onto her knees, which in turn slopped Bliss onto her back. In the same instant she pushed up and slid backward, the Last True Believer getting some cheeky vengeance by planting her backside atop Eliza’s gaping features! This tawdry engulfment brought some fitful squirming from the brunette without getting her shoulders off the mat, so Craig swooped down and counted out…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
Bliss jerked her left shoulder off the canvas to spill Tremblay from her mount with half a second to spare. “This really how you want your song to end, Eliza?” Penny’s tone was utterly without pity as she hauled the veteran to verticality. “As a tin-eared, tone deaf shadow of your former self?” Trailing off, she slipped behind the Briton and threaded her left arm under Bliss’ left bicep to secure a Half Nelson. From there she reached around with her right hand, collected her foe’s left wrist and pulled it tight against Eliza’s throat. “Then titter all you want, Songbird.” Tremblay murmured, her breath hot and mean in Bliss’ ear. “Because when I’m done the only thing these heathens will remember is the silence that followed.”
‘Followed’ was still on her lips when Penny dipped down and tore Eliza off her feet, the trapped bendyback swinging out into the aether like a white flag only to come crashing down when Tremblay laid out on her stomach and PLANTED Eliza on the deck with a huge Cobra Clutch Slam! The Orphan of Midnight settled into a Crossbody at once, Penny hooking the far leg in a tight Cradle while Long and the rest of the FAWNatics counted off…
COBRA CLUTCH SLAM:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=yck9NA89338
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO!
Bliss shot a hand into the air, proof that the Superlative Soprano wasn’t ready to cede the spotlight just yet. Scowling ferociously, Penny pounded her palms against the mat, then raked her hands through her hair. Attention drawn to the ‘BLISS!’ chants suddenly ringing throughout the arena, the blonde buried one hand in Eliza’s hair while she fashioned the other into a fist just to draw a thumb across her own throat.
“Song’s over, heathens!” she barked. “It’s time you got used to oppressive silence.” On her feet in a span of heartbeats, Penelope forced Eliza to do the same so she could swing in behind her, the Last True Believer once again slipping her head beneath Bliss’ left arm. A Half Waistlock followed as did a hand to the back of Eliza’s left thigh and it was no feint this time, Penny yanked the brunette up onto the point of her shoulder to deliver a Spine TremblaNOOOO!
Bliss raised her right foot and stamped down on Tremblay’s toes to break the blonde’s grips before she could get her off the canvas. Twisting ‘round on the spot, Eliza snatched hold of her foe’s wrist and took a giant step backward to put the proper ‘oommmph’ on the Irish Whip that sent Penelope racing toward the-- the Last True Believer dug in her heels and sent Bliss to the buckles in her place, the veteran uttering a rather melodic curse when she hit the buckles with a spine-jarring BWUUUNG! Penny followed along barely two steps behind so as to give Eliza no time to muster a defense against-- Bliss hooked both arms over the top rope and whipped her right leg up in a Big Boot that would’ve caved in Penny’s chin if the other wrestler hadn’t caught Eliza’s ankle in both hands at the last possible second!
“Too slow, hag.” Tremblay stepped in close, driving Bliss’ knee into her own chest in anticipation of yanking her clear of the corner. “Now your song’s gonna end, not with a high note, but a sharp, brittle cracHHRRRRUUHHK!”
The Renaissance Woman stuffed her middle and ring fingers into Penny’s mouth while her thumb gouged upward into the shelf of her prey’s chin! “My song is FAR from over, understudy.” Eliza hissed as she tried to put a hole in Tremblay’s jaw with her Cleft Note. “And by the time it does come you will be but a distant memoAARRRGGGHH!”
Penny raked a hand across Bliss’ face but didn’t actually get free of the Englishwoman’s grip until Eliza sent her stumbling into the middle of the ring courtesy of a one-legged Mule Kick. One hand pressed tight to her aching jaw, Tremblay pointed a furious You’re Finished! finger at the Songbird and charged headlong into the corn--“OOOFFFFHH!” Bliss intercepted with knees, driving both into the blonde’s chest to halt her advancement! Boosting herself into a seat on the top turnbuckle immediately thereafter, Eliza reared back and CRAAACKED her rival across the mouth with a Bytch Slap that spun Penny through a woozy half circle.
Uproarious noise from those assembled when the former World Champion cinched her arms around Penny’s biceps and pulled them backward, effectively stretching the younger woman’s arms into a rough ‘T’ shape. Rising to a perch on the second rope as soon as her hooks were set, Eliza leapt over Tremblay’s head in a flawless somersault that brought her to the canvas in relative comfort while the Orphan of Midnight was PLANTED flat on her face, chest and belly!
TOP ROPE DECRESCENDO:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=3pHVr6w6biQ
The Opera Aficionados begged for their heroine to go for the cover and were understandably concerned when she hauled her upright instead, however their consternation exploded into delight when Eliza slapped on her second Double Chickenwing in less than a minute. Forehead planted between Tremblay’s shoulders, Bliss twisted both ladies in a half circle that ended with Penny doubled over behind Eliza with both arms butterflied out at her sides and the crown of her skull pressed to the small of the Briton’s back. Dead center of the spotlight she loved so much, Eliza leaned to the left only to snap hard right, the force of it spinning both ladies through a calamitous corkscrew that culminated with Bliss landing on her butt and Penny THWONKED down on the back of her head and shoulders with ring-rattling force!
PRIMA DECRESCENDO:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ricy-HgWmsM
Tremblay rolled through to a slumped seat, though no one was surprised when Eliza stretched her out flat with approximately zero resistance. Hooking the far leg even as she slid across the blonde’s chest, Bliss folded her in half with a Back Press that the whole arena chanting out…
ONE…
TWO…
THREE!
The Superlative Soprano tossed the cradled leg aside and bounded to boot-leather, Eliza raising her arms in a jaunty ‘V’ even before the Announcer confirmed, “Ladies and gentlemen, your winner via pin-fall… ELIZA BLISS!”
Beaming with pride at the sound of her name, the Superlative Soprano planted a foot on either side of Penny’s head, then dropped to her knees so that the fork of her crotch rested against the blonde’s chin. Hands on her hips, she pressed her thighs to Tremblay’s jawline until her foe’s eyes fluttered open.
“You have lost, chorus girl.” Bliss explained with a cool smile. “That means we’re tied up heading into the final act. The pressure is on, and I don’t think you can deli--”
“You better head for the horizon before there’s a contract for a rematch, hag.” Penny spat. “Because the next time we meet I’m MMMRRGGHHHHH!”
Eliza slid forward, settled down and pressed her thighs together to completely obscure her rival’s shocked face! “Didn’t you hear me? I said the pressure was on!” Bliss let her endure this pressure for a full fifteen seconds, more than enough to deliver one more perfect high note.
Only then did she push off and rise to her full height, the former World Champion placing a domineering boot astride her rival’s chest in a Gladiatrix worthy cover shot that was still in place when the broadcast cut to backstage.
The lights cut out in the span between heartbeats, plunging the capacity crowd before they could even start to jeer. With it came the low hum of a guitar and a repetition of vaguely ecclesiastical ‘oh’s’ that marked the beginning of Thirty Seconds to Mars’s ‘Walk on Water’.
WALK ON WATER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=O8yo7l43Yoo
Now the boos kicked in full force. Miranda Wainright’s dream of perpetual darkness had been dead for quite some time, but the Messiah of Misery’s devilish doctrine lived on in the Orphan of Midnight. Their vitriol in combination with a bank of ghostly blue lights and a thin carpet of dry ice fog meant FAWN’s Ill Omen was among them.
PENELOPE TREMBLAY:
She arrived with the chorus, the Angriest Acolyte rising into view on a mechanical lift hidden within the dark so it looked as though she appeared from thin air. Taking up residence center stage, Penelope Tremblay looked across the arena for several long seconds before she raised her left hand to right shoulder and brushed off some invisible dust. Eyes locked on some point beyond the horizon, she repeated the sigil on her left shoulder, then started down the ramp to the squared circle.
For her return performance against the tin-eared hack of a Songbird, Tremblay wore a midnight blue two piece consisting of a sports-bra top and strappy briefs, both edged in copper trim. Pads at knee and elbow were matte gray while her boots matched her trunks. Still a bit jarring to those who remembered her original look, the former brunette now numbered among the fair-haired, her previously dark locks now a luminous golden blonde.
Ignoring the startled jeers of the heathens (save to sneer at those that dared reach too close) Tremblay made her way down the ramp, then hurried up the steel steps, climbed onto the empty corner and sprang from there to the center of the ring, where she dropped to her knees facing the hard camera A detail noted by those with particularly sharp vision, Penny wore copper-colored eye shadow, a sartorial detail that made it look like the coins placed over the eyes of the dearly departed. Standing after an appropriate stretch of genuflection, Tremblay stood up and turned her face to the rafters. For a moment it looked like she might sing, but the index finger she draaaaaaaaaagged across her throat was far more malicious than melodious.
The crowd was heartily booing this ominous prophecy when the house lights faded for a second time. Far from the heavy gloom of Tremblay’s arrival this was a welcoming darkness, one greeted with cheers that grew all the louder when a brilliant spotlight pierced the darkness. Standing dead center atop the stage, her back to the crowd, was a tall willowy brunette draped in a diaphanous robe that did nothing to hide the lithesome strength of her frame.
The Announcer waited for a lull in the noise before resuming his duties, “And introducing her opponent, hailing from London, England, she stands at five feet eight inches tall and weighs in tonight at one hundred and twenty two pounds. She is the Renaissance Woman, the Superlative Soprano, ladies and gentlemen I give to you… ELIZA BLISSSSSS!”
ELIZA BLISS:
A sweet melodious set of notes reached to the heights only a hint at the beauty of her operatic ecstasy. Eliza, her arms raised high, serenaded the crowd with her own entrance accompaniment, no one else able to reach those perfect notes of sweetest rapture. After several seconds of, well, pure bliss, the Queen of the Spotlight grabbed the sash at her waist, yanked the robe open and let it fall at her feet.
For tonight’s vengeful performance against the vicious Orphan of Midnight the Superlative Soprano wore deep blue briefs and a matching sleeveless crop-top that left the whole of her midsection bare. Across the seat of her trunks was a single word done in bold white strokes designed to make them look like they’ve been illuminated by a spotlight. It reads simply: BLISS. Below and beside, elbow and knees were protected by glossy white pads, while the Briton’s wrestling boots matched the blue of her briefs.
Eliza tossed her long dark locks over a shoulder with a whiplash shrug, turned, and headed down the ramp and aisle crisscrossing to slap hands with any and all extended her way. A standard bit of business for any babyface, but Eliza’s treatment was all the more impressive because she continued to belt out a flawless rendition of the concluding aria of Giulio Cesare.
Finishing her performance with a single loop around ringside, Bliss removed and handed over her unobtrusive microphone headset, quickly climbed the steps and spun to face the fans. She dipped into a deep curtsey as thanks for this latest round of thunderous applause. Once it died down, she slipped through the ropes, strode to the middle of the ring and belted out another perfect high C all without ever taking her eyes off Penelope. The veteran let it go on and on, practically daring the blonde to silence her song. But Tremblay only offered polite applause when Bliss finally ended it, the Angriest Acolyte seemingly content to hold her violence until after the bell.
Stung though she was by her defeat at hands of this upstart understudy, Eliza was careful to keep her posture relaxed and her expression neutral through the CLANG of the opening bell. Letting out a slow exhalation in time with the crowd’s excited roar, Bliss pushed off the buckles and made her way toward the center of the squared circle. In the opposite corner Penny Tremblay made no effort to hide the satisfied smile that curled her lips like charred paper. Crushing the Superlative Soprano during their first encounter had proved the perfect opening salvo for her return to FAWN, but crushing her a second time? That would send a message to everyone in the locker room. No one was safe. Not the shiny new up and comers, not the mid-card workhorses, not even the complacent legends.
Especially not the complacent legends.
Eager to hear the second verse in Bliss’ song of suffering, Tremblay met the brunette’s tense stride with a confident strut that brought her to the center a step or two behind her veteran adversary. “I’m glad to see you’re hitting the high notes again, Songbird.” Penny purred. “There was some concern among the heathens that your ribs were shattered after the Dying BreATHURK!”
Eliza stuffed the middle and ring fingers of her right hand into the blonde’s mouth, gouging them deep into the soft tissue beneath Tremblay’s tongue! “It will take FAR more than the likes of you to silence me, chorus girl.” Bliss hissed as she jabbed her thumb into the shelf of the other woman’s chin. “Yet it will take nothing more than my Cleft Note to expose you as the pathetic one-hit wonder you--oh no you don’t!”
Penny went for Eliza’s eyes with both hands, but the Englishwoman was ready for such tawdriness and she made the younger wrestler pay by THUMPING a Kneelift into the pit of her stomach. That slowed the blonde’s claws long enough for Bliss to snatch hold of Penny’s right hand and beeeeeeeeend it backward over her wrist! Tremblay squealed, stamped her feet and grabbed at the brunette’s left wrist in an effort to free her other hand.
“Not nearly enough, my panicked little understudy.” now it was Eliza’s turn to coo into her opponent’s face. “What you’re currently enduring is politely known as a stunning rebuke or a stern dismissal. In more casual circles they call it a humiliating defeaTTEERRGGHH!”
Penny abandoned her counter-claw in favor of burying a talon in Bliss’ hair and wrenching her head backward at a painful angle. In the same instant she plowed into the Songbird not to knock her down but to send the both of ‘em backpedaling into--
“BREYGH!” the blonde squealed around those encroaching fingers. “BREYGRRRRRHHH!”
Eliza squeezed that much harder, the blue-clad battler just wrenching her rival’s head back and forth until Merle barked ‘FOUR!’ on his count. Bliss released on time only to flatten that hand so she could SLAP the taste from Tremblay’s mouth! “Get your filthy hand out of my hair, chorus girl.” she demanded. “Or I’ll rip your jaw offFEERRRGGGGHH!”
The Last True Believer balled one hand into a fist and buried it in Eliza’s belly once, twice, three times! Those body blows didn’t get Eliza’s fingers out of her mouth, however it loosened the Brit’s grip enough for Penny to chomp down with obvious delight! Bliss shrieked, slapped Tremblay’s face again, then snatched her own handful of hair and pulled until the blonde’s eyes began to water.
“Ok ladies, let’s have a clean break.” Merle admonished when it was clear blonde and brunette needed some prompting. “Come on now, I don’t need to make a second count do WHOAH!”
The ref jumped back from his charges when Tremblay swept Eliza’s leg and surged forward to knock the Briton off balance and send the both of ‘em tumbling through the strands to THWHUMP to the thinly-padded floor! An awkward landing for sure, yet if the FAWNatics expected them to break apart on impact they were sorely disappointed because Eliza and Penny doubled down on their mutual hair-holds and began to roll around in a hissing, snarling tangle! Bliss came out on top at the end of their first tumble and promptly made her opponent pay by yanking her head up, then BOUNCING it against the floor half a dozen times.
Slipping her right hand from the blonde’s hair so she could blister her cheek with several more slaps, the former World Champion fashioned another Cleft Note and would’ve slipped it between Penelope’s lips if the Angriest Acolyte hadn’t kept twisting her head from side to side. “Don’t think you can deny me, chorus girl.” Eliza caught Tremblay’s lower lip between thumb and forefinger and gave it a sharp twist! “Silence now will only make your shrieking surrender all the more satisfyRRRRGGGGHHH BYTCH!”
Penny abandoned her own hair-holds and clamped down on the brunette’s breasts, the blonde rotating her wrists in opposite directions to put the most strain on her foe’s girls. “Guuuhhhh…get your f*cking hand out of my face, shytbird.” Tremblay continued to knead and squeeze while also increasing Bliss’ discomfort by repeatedly pumping a knee up into her opponent’s lower back. Hissing through clenched teeth, Eliza grabbed hold of Penny’s wrists and prized her hands away just so she could repay the blonde an earlier indignity by biting a few fingers!
“Bytch, you are going to PAY!” Tremblay shouted as she twisted her other hand free of the Englishwoman’s grasp and clamped it down on her face. No Iron Claw this, she pinched Bliss’ nose between thumb and forefinger and twisted until she was able to pull her fingers free.
Soon as she was out she went back to the brunette’s tresses and wrenched hard right to roll Eliza out of the mount and onto her back. Penny climbed aboard at once, or rather, she climbed aboard after she’d taken the time to stuff a knee into the pit of her opponent’s stomach! Bliss ‘oooofffhed’ as the air escaped her lungs, then spat a furious curse when Tremblay snatched hold of her wrists and banged them against the unyielding floor at least half a dozen times. “Must’ve been too gentle with you the first time.” Penny grunted as she scooted up the brunette’s struggling frame. “I won’t make that mistake again, hag.”
“Errrrrrrr… you act as though you’ll have any say in the matRRRRMMHHHH!”
A round of tawdry cheers from the more salacious element of the audience when Tremblay snatched a double handful of the Brit’s dark hair and pulled her face-first into the blonde’s undercarriage! “Oh yeah, this is my favorite song.” Penny smirked as the Blackbird squealed into her trunks. “Sing a little louder hag, I can barely hear you!” Tremblay pulled up on those tangled tresses while bouncing in place, the sadistic bendyback using her butt as a bludgeon against the suffering songstress. Keeping her thighs snug to the sides of Eliza’s head, Tremblay tuned out the noise of the throng to focus on Merle’s count and was irritated to realize that idiot had already reached ‘FOURTEEN!’
Unwilling to settle for a double count-out even if ended with her sitting on Bliss’ washed-up face, Tremblay rose onto her knees and just to deliver a quick Butt Bomb to the veteran’s mug. That shot scrambled Eliza’s senses long enough for Penny to scramble to her feet and drag the Renaissance Woman up alongside. Corralling Bliss at trunks and tresses, Tremblay treated the former to a sharp yank that bared a good two-thirds of Brit buttocks. It also put Bliss up on tiptoe, thus making it easier for Penelope to bum rush her across the narrow aisle to-- Eliza slammed both hands into the apron to halt the blonde’s progress, then pulled her left arm away so she could THUMP the point of that elbow into the pit of Tremblay’s stomach!
Twisting ’round behind her opponent at the cost of a small hank of hair, Bliss snatched a double handful of hair and just THWHUNKED Penny’s forehead against the apron! Tremblay groaned, jabbed a woozy elbow into Eliza’s hip and got her face dragged across the thinly-sheathed plywood in retaliation.
“Aaaaaahhhh, that’s Squeal of Despair in the key of Bytch,” Eliza sighed over Penny’s protests. “one of my absolute favorites!” She wouldn’t have minded an encore in the slightest, alas Merle’s count had grown long in the tooth, so the Superlative Soprano snatched hold of Penny’s trunks (making sure to avenge her own wedgie in the process) and muscled her under the bottom rope.
Not all the way though, her machinations left Tremblay mostly within the squared circle, though her head hung under the bottom rope to look down at the floor she’d so recently occupied. Hopping into the apron at ‘NINETEEN!’ Bliss dipped through the strands and threw both arms up in a jaunty ‘V’ that perfectly complemented the glorious high note she offered her adoring public.
“Left her hanging there, Eliza.” Merle noted once the applause died down. “Want to stand her up so you two can continue this match properly?”
“Not quite just yet, dear sir.” the Songbird answered with a smile. “In fact, I believe I have one more bit of pressing business on the apron. If you’ll excuse me.” Eliza grabbed the top rope in both hands, leapt over and came down with her right foot flush between the blonde’s shoulders! Penny barked a nasty cough and tried to squirm free but Bliss wouldn’t allow it, she continued to press down with all her weight while simultaneously grrrrrriiiiiinding her booted heel between Tremblay’s shoulders. Forced to admit he was gonna do a lot of counting tonight, Merle added another ‘FOUR!’ to the tally and was relieved when Bliss stepped away in time.
Backing herself toward the nearest corner, Eliza bent down and deftly lowered the pad protecting her right knee. “I made my name on high notes,” the Briton murmured to her groaning rival, “but I can go low when the time calls for it.” While none of the FAWN faithful would dare doubt the word of a Renaissance Woman, Bliss never made a claim without backing it up which was why she raced down the apron and took to the skies, her right knee raised to hip level so she could THWUNK it against the base of Penny’s skull as she descended to the floor!
Tremblay jolted from end to end and might’ve slopped all the way back to the floor if Eliza hadn’t caught her by the shoulder-straps and rudely stuffed the beleaguered bendyback all the way into the ring. The Superlative Soprano went to slide in after her only to draw back when she saw Tremblay start to barrel roll toward the far side of the ring. “Run as far as you can, as fast as you can, chorus girl. You’ll never outrun my spotlight.”
Regaining the apron in a single nimble motion, Bliss earned a murmur from the crowd when she elected to claim a perch in the high rent district. Despite her avian nickname, Eliza wasn’t known to hang out on the top rope very often. Didn’t mean she wasn’t at home there, as evidenced by the effortless way she rose to her full height while Penelope did the same (albeit in far more ramshackle fashion) more than halfway across the ring. As of yet unaware of the brunette’s intentions, Tremblay flipped hair out of her eyes before she whipped ‘round in search of-- Eliza leapt out into the void, the Blackbird divebombing out of the lights like a harbinger of doom. And not a creeping doom either, the Englishwoman jammed her knees into Penny’s chest and laced her hands behind the blonde’s head to tear her from her moorings and THWUMP her down atop those pointy joints at full force.
SHEER BLISS:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=75N-YVXWrBo
Knocked flat on her back by that taste of Sheer Bliss, Tremblay offered nothing more than a soft groan when Eliza wedged her shoulders into the pits of her knees and folded her in half with a Matchbook good for the…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
Penny twisted her hips to spill Bliss out of the cover with half a second to spare. The escape didn’t register as more than a flash of irritation from the veteran who took the opportunity to smooth down her hair and undo the wedgie inflicted upon her earlier in the bout. Sighing with relief once the lycra was back where it belonged, the Superlative Soprano buried a hand in Penny’s hair and pulled her head off the canvas just to paintbrush her cheeks with a pair of stinging slaps!
“Not nearly so insolent now, are you understudy?” Bliss scraped her blonde off the deck without waiting for an answer and reeled her into a Front Facelock that allowed her to drag Tremblay to the center of the ring. Swinging around so the Angriest Acolyte’s rear was pointed toward the hard camera, Eliza made a point to swat the blonde’s glutes before another sharp tug allowed her to exacerbate Penny’s wedgie in time with one of her world famous high notes!
The trunk tugging segued into a parade wave, Bliss saluting the opera aficionados as well as the catfight lovers before she pressed that hand between Penny’s shoulders and sprang into the air. Her ascent was flawless (as was to be expected of anything pertaining to the former World Champion) but things started to go wrong when Eliza reached the apex. Rather than allow the diva to plant her skull like a good little understudy, Tremblay braced one hand against Bliss’ tummy and the other against her left thigh. This pair of sinister supports kept Eliza blocked in place, the startled brunette floating almost six feet above the mat.
“Release me you brat.” Bliss growled. “There’s only one way this song ends and WHOOOAAAARRRGGGGGHHHH!” Penny trudged / ran to the edge of the ring, prompting a concerned roar from the FAWNatics who thought she might simply hurl Eliza all the way to the floor. Her actual plan proved simultaneously better and worse in that the fall wasn’t nearly so long, but the landing was arguably worse considering that the blonde delivered her adversary crotch-first on the top rope!
Dark eyes alight as she drank in Eliza’s anguish, Penny laid a single Knife-Edge Chop across the Englishwoman’s chest, then she grabbed hold of the rope on either side of Bliss. “Such an awkward perch for an ancient bird.” she said with a sneer. “Shouldn’t you land somewhere a little more comfortable, hag? Here, let me help you lift take off.”
“No, don’t you DAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRHHHH!” Bliss’ high notes sounded like something by Fulci rather than Pavarotti when Tremblay began to bounce and jounce the rubber-coated steel, Eliza forced to go along for a shrieking ride as the rope ground against her undercarriage!
“Ok Penny enough of that! I said enough of that, you hear! Get her out of the ropes!” Merle demanded as he strode over to his charges.
Penny didn’t slow that crotch-crushing ride in the slightest. “Why don’t you make me, idiot?” Merle didn’t appreciate the tone or the disrespect so he responded with a count that reached ‘FOUR!’ far too quickly for Tremblay’s liking. A single aggressive step sent the zebra scurrying halfway across the ring, which gave the Last True Believer plenty of breathing room when she stalked to the corner behind Eliza. Bliss’ trip to the top had earned her plenty of cheers, Penny however got nothing but boos. Not that they bothered her in the slightest, in fact she tapped an index finger to her ear to coax more volume from the Marching legions.
They obliged her quite readily, not that their increased volume was enough to cover up the ungodly THWHUMP of heels on skull when Tremblay leapt from the corner with a pinpoint Missile Dropkick! Too preoccupied with the fires down below to even anticipate the bludgeoning blow, Eliza tumbled off the ropes and landed hard on her left hip and shoulder. Beside her, Penny laid claim to the Briton’s wrist and ankle and draaaaaagged her away from the strands to ensure they weren’t an issue when she dropped across Bliss’ chest and hooked the far leg for…
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Eliza shot a shoulder off the canvas, thus ensuring tonight’s performance would continue for at least another three seconds. “Your voice is starting to crack, ‘Liza.” Tremblay sniped as she plunged her hands into the Englishwoman’s hair. “Or is that your bones I’m hearing? They’re both brittle these daysOOFFFHH!”
Bliss pounded a pair of elbows into the blonde’s tummy when she made it to her knees, but she couldn’t complete the jailbreak before Penny reared up on her tiptoes and dropped to her knees to THWHUMP the back of her skull into the thinly-sheathed plywood. “Oh, I see. You‘re establishing yourself as the defiant albeit ultimately doomed heroine. Well, let‘s make sure these idiots have a deep understanding of your suffering.”
The Angriest Acolyte switched over to grip on Eliza’s shoulder-straps to get Merle off her case, not that it made Bliss’ return to verticality any more gentle, indeed Tremblay made a point to bury a Kneelift in the veteran’s navel as soon as she was upright once more. Slithering around into position on the brunette’s six, Penny slipped her head under Eliza’s left arm, then wrapped her right arm around the Englishwoman’s waist and palmed her left hand to the back of Bliss’ left thigh.
The FAWNatics worried about a Spine Tremblar, butt it turned out the blonde had something else in mind, namely a textbook Atomic Drop that delivered the former World Champion’s tailbone onto the point of her right knee! “NNNNGGGGGGGHHH!” Eliza shot up on tiptoe and tottered away from her adversary with one hand pressed to her traumatized tush while the other reached for the-- Penelope caught hold of Bliss’ waistband and yanked her into a single Forearm Smash that SPANKED across the small of her back.
The Renaissance Woman’s knees shivered without buckling, so Tremblay laid a second and third shot across her spine, then set for another Atomic Drop, only this time she kept Eliza balanced atop her shoulder. Showing off Bliss’ bum wasn’t the whole point of this display (though Penny certainly snickered at the heathenish hooting and whistling), it was merely an incidental benefit of marching Eliza to the nearest corner and depositing her on the top turnbuckle facing the audience.
“Ruuuhhhh… ropes!” Bliss grabbed the top rope with both hands to anchor herself against whatever nastiness Tremblay had in mind. “Back her up, Merle. I’m in the ropOOOOWWWW!”
Penny crooked her fingers into hooks and draaaaaaaaagged them down Eliza’s back before burying them in the other wrestler’s hair. “Enjoy the sold-out crowd while you can, hag.” The Last True Believer drew Eliza down and backward so that she was suspended above the canvas while looking up at the lights. “Something tells me your audience in the ICU will be much smaller and less appreciative.”
“Oh, can’t you just shut your bloody mouthNGH! NGH! NGH! NGH! NGH!”
Penny took a step back so she could ensure full extension on the half dozen kicks she pounded across the brunette’s shoulders. Twisting around so she could rest the back of Bliss’ neck against the point of her right shoulder, the blonde cupped her foe’s chin with that hand. The other tolled out a mocking counterpoint to Merle’s count, Penny mouthing out a wide-eyed ‘ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR!’ at the end of which she dropped to a seat and damned near whiplashed the Songbird’s head off her shoulders in the process!
ROPE HUNG BACK KICKS & NECKBREAKER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=S95gweQjc9Y
Bliss ended her descent sprawled in a heap that screamed ‘Pin Me!’ but the Bad Penny wasn’t about to have her three count interrupted by another rope break so rather than risk such an annoyance she helped herself to Eliza’s hair and pulled her into a Front Facelock which she used to drag the penitent soprano out into the center of the squared circle. Now in full control of the disheveled diva, Penelope teased the FAWNatics with the same glib parade wave Eliza had used on her earlier in the match. But where Bliss followed this with a wedgie, Tremblay abruptly flattened that hand into a paddle and cra-cra-cra-CRAAACKED! a quartet of vile slaps against the Englishwoman’s lower back!
Bliss wailed and managed to clamber to boot leather, unfortunately she didn’t escape the Facelock so she remained easy prey for the pair of Kneelifts Penny pounded into her navel. Slipping ‘round behind Eliza in the next instant, the Last True Believer curled her right arm around her foe’s waist while simultaneously wedging her head beneath Bliss’ left armpit. Again the fear of a Spine Tremblar passed through the crowd and again Penny proved them wrong, the bendybacked blonde stepping around and in front of her foe so that Eliza’s tummy was pressed tight to her lower back / right hip. With her right arm draped across Bliss’ shoulders, Tremblay ‘hupped’ the brunette up and across her hip so that she swung out and around, Eliza stretched out perpendicular to Penny’s midsection in the half a heartbeat before she dropped to one knee and THWHUMPED her down spine-first atop the posted joint!
SIDEWINDER BACKBREAKER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=n-8XzLgcgvE
The Renaissance Woman bounced away from the collision to land on her hands and knees, Eliza immediately rearing onto her haunches to press both hands to those aching vertebr--THONK! Tremblay lunged forward and drove her right knee into the center of Bliss’ forehead! Eliza flopped backward over her own lower legs so Penny straddled her waist, the blonde planting her hands on her hips for a domineering cover good for…
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Eliza lashed out her right hand, the former World Champion clouting her startled rival across the mouth with a Bytch Slap that broke the cover with half a second to spare! “Yuuuhhh… your gall is astounding, chorus girl.” Bliss grunted after she’d made it to a slumped seat. “Thinking you could dismiss me with a cover that’s not fit for the most basic slice of swimsuit SPAMMEERRRGGGGGGHHH!”
Tremblay dropped to one knee beside the Briton and cinched her left arm around that delicate throat! Hands clasped tight, she tossed Eliza onto her stomach, then stretched out behind her and pivoted around in a half circle just so she could yank the gasping grappler back to a seat. “Figured it out yet, hag?” Tremblay sneered in Bliss’ ear as she leeeeeeeeeaaaned her weight into the veteran’s back. “Disrespect me and I’ll tear your pampered ass apart!”
ROUGHHOUSING CHINLOCK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=6XlOjNOXVYU
Merle heard the threat and though he assumed it was a figure of speech he certainly didn’t want such a fate to befall any of his charges so she hunkered over the action and asked, “What do you say, Eliza? Are you hanging in there or do you need me to call for the bell?”
“Don’t ask stupid questions heathen, you know she needs you to call for the bell, she just doesn’t want you to call for the bell.” Penny bared her teeth in a wolfish smile, yanked the Chinlock to and fro, then bent down and planted a taunting kiss on the crown of Bliss’ skull. “But your heretofore useless bleeding heart may actually prove useful in prolonging the Songbird’s career, assuming you act with any sense of urgencHHHRRGGGHH!”
Eliza had been digging and gouging at Tremblay’s strangling forearm, now she reached back with both hands and snatched hold of the blonde’s long locks. Blatantly illegal of course, yet the ref offered no warning because neither lady offered a single word of complaint about the aggressive exchange. Pulling Penny’s hair hard enough to wrench her head to one side, the Superlative Soprano scrabbled until she got a knee against the canvas. From there it wasn’t long until she started to rise, that neck-straining hair pull threatening to leave a big ‘ol patch of the younger wrestler’s scalp bare if Eliza kept--“RRRGGGGHHHH!”
Penny slipped three fingers on her right hand into the corner of the Englishwoman’s mouth and yanked to the side, that vile fishhook producing the sort of discordant notes that so very rarely passed those perfect lips. “Gonna rip you apart, hag.” Tremblay hissed in Eliza’s ear. “I’ll mangle you so badly you won’t sing for anything other than a bathroom mirrNNNGHHH!”
The Renaissance Woman used her hair-pull to wedge Penelope’s chin against the crown of her skull, then dropped to a seat to shut her damned mouth with a stiff Jawbreaker! Penny stumbled backward with one hand pressed to her face, the damaging dental distraction providing her opponent just enough time to scramble to boot-leather before Tremblay lunged in and snatched hold of a Wristlock. Already dipped into a deep crouch, the Last True Believer sent Bliss toward the strands with an Irish NOPE! Eliza dug in her heels and yanked Tremblay forward, not to reverse the Whip but to jab the spade of her right hand into the hollow of Penny’s throat!
Too furious to put voice to her disdain for the blonde, Bliss hooked her right arm across Tremblay’s chest (with her foe’s right arm draped over her shoulder), then stepped forward and went down on one knee to THUMP Penny’s back across the post of her thigh! Tremblay bounced on impact and Eliza used it to her advantage, the Songbird returning to verticality just to snap backward and thus THWONK Penny down flat on her face, chest and belly!
ENCORE, ENCORE @ 00:22
www.youtube.com/watch?v=VqTQoHjxFSg
The FAWNatics roared their approval for Encore, Encore, then got even louder when Bliss rolled curled up on herself and threaded her left leg up and over so that her calf was pressed tight to the other wrestler’s throat. In the same instant she reached over with her left hand, locked her fists in a white-knuckled knot and craaaaaaaaaaanked back while simultaneously pushing out with her encroaching gam!
KOJI CLUTCH:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=1q7zNJtJfLA
Koji Clutch, Eliza Bliss to Penelope Tremblay in the center of the ring. “Sing for me, chorus girl!” the Superlative Soprano growled at her wide-eyed prey. “Sing loud enough to justify your presence on my grand stage!”
“Fuuuuhhhhh…. f*ck you, hagHHHUURRRRRK!”
Bliss put an end to the sass with another pitiless constriction, the former World Champ doing her best to put Penny to sleep in front of the whole world. Tremblay wasn’t going gently into that good night however, she’d gouged both elbows into the canvas and begun crawling / dragging her way toward the ropes. The veteran took it all in stride, indeed she looked downright pleased as she continued to wrench and tear at Penny’s neck. To make things even more uncomfortable she drew her right leg out to full extension, then GOUGED that knee into her opponent’s ribs.
“Bridget Stroud is a commendable addition to our little troupe.” Eliza huffed in the midst of a few more well-timed Kneelifts. “But she has the talent to hand you a loss, she lacks the experience to teach you respect. Luckily for you, I am more than happy to do what she could--”
Penny reached over Bliss’ strangling leg with her left hand, those wickedly curved talons seeking the brunette’s determined features. Eliza turned away as best she could, but Tremblay’s spidering fingers still found the corner of her mouth and-- Bliss snapped her head in their direction and CHOMPED down with all her might!
“AAAARRRRHHHH SAVAGE BYTCH!” Penelope wailed. “LET GO OF ME!”
“Stop biting her Eliza, you know better than that!” Merle chided one charge before checking in with the other. “What do you say, Penny? Need me to call for the bell?”
Nothing but guttural curses from Tremblay, but Eliza spat out her serving of ladyfingers and demanded, “Don’t let this little quitter tap the mat, Merle! I want to hear her submit to HHRRGGHH! HRGH! HRGH! HRGH!” Rather than pull her nommed hand clear for a little respite, Penny grabbed hold of Bliss’ throat and yanked her head off the mat just to BOUNCE it against the mat about half a dozen times!
The Koji Clutch collapsed on the last impact, thus allowing the breathless blonde to roll toward the ropes while Bliss tumbled in the other direction for some much needed separation. While the Superlative Soprano set about massaging the knots from her neck and back, the Angriest Acolyte hooked an arm around the bottom strand and dragged herself out onto the apron to provide at least a semblance of defense.
It seemed to work well enough, Bliss made no effort to encroach, thus allowing the blonde enough time to steady her breathing and clamber to one knee. One hand to her burning throat, Tremblay swiped the hair from her eyes and took a few deep breaths before snarling, “Heathen bytch, you’re going to beg OOOWWWW! ROPES! ROPESSSSEERRGGGHH!”
Realizing the other wrestler’s back was pointed at her, Bliss rose to her full height and stormed over to the edge of the ring, then reached over and snatched a huge handful of hair! A single colossal yank hauled Penny to her feet and gave Eliza all the opening she needed to cinch her right arm around the blonde’s throat. Now, a Sleeper applied in the ropes for the traditional purpose would be of limited value, however the Renaissance Woman wasn’t looking for a knock out, she just needed a hook to keep Tremblay under control while she draaaaaaaaaaagged her backward over the strands into the squared cir--
Bliss dipped low and popped her hips to hurl Penny up, over and most importantly down, the lithesome blonde bendyback turned inside out by the Suplex that planted her facedown with a ring-rattling THAWHAM! Tremblay bounced over onto her back, the Orphan of Midnight looking like she was up well past her bedtime when Eliza scrambled over and stretched out across her chest in a Lateral Press good for the…
SLEEPER SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=bHpYDp-MX6g
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Penny shoved the brunette away with a half second to spare and fought to a weary seat. “Huuuhhh… have to do better than that, haHEEEYYMMMRRRRPPPPGGHHH!”
A tawdry cacophony from the capacity crowd when Bliss pulled her prey back to the mat and climbed aboard, Eliza parking those British buttocks firmly atop Penny’s forehead! Catching hold of the younger wrestler’s wrists the instant her hands started to flail, Bliss pinned both to the deck to keep them out of play while she snugged the soles of her boots in against her seat’s noggin. “This isn’t just any gauche Reverse Face Sit you’re enduring, understudy.” Bliss was all smiles as she swished her cheeks over Tremblay’s protesting mug. “This is my patented Contralto, or at least it will be after one minor adjustment.”
A couple snug bounces put that much more weight on Penny’s features, meaning she couldn’t muster much in the way of defense, let alone escape when Bliss brought her hands up and pressed them to her own chest. Shifting her grip so she could secure both of the blonde’s wrists in her left hand, Eliza balled her right hand into a fist and PWAAAKED it against Penny’s navel once, twice, three times before she transformed it into a five-tined spade that plunged deep into her fluttering tummy! “Ahh yes, there it is.” Bliss bit her bottom lip and nodded, the former World Champion clearly enjoying the groans reverberating against her undercarriage.
“Can you hear me, Penny?” Merle dropped to a knee beside the action while making sure to keep clear of any potential flailing. “Do you want to call it a night? Just say the word and I’ll ring the bell.”
“Oh, she’s saying plenty.” Bliss teased as she continued to chew up the younger wrestler’s abs. “I don’t understand most of it, but I haven’t heard anything that sounds like a submission yet. Don’t worry, Merle. We’ll both know when this understudy has had enoRRRRGGGGHHH”
Tremblay kicked her legs up and over, threading them under Bliss’ armpits so she could secure a crushing counter-Scissors! Bliss’ hands flew to those encroaching thighs, the startled Soprano looking to rake her adversary from her glutes to the pits of her knees in a single savage swipe. She’d *barely* touched fingers to flesh when Tremblay squeezed even harder and popped her hips to roll to a seat which in turn THUMPED the Englishwoman down on her face and chest!
Hooking her arms around Eliza’s knees the instant she was able to draw breath, Penny poured on the pressure while aggressively swiping her rival’s wailing face back and forth against the canvas! “That’s what you get!” the Angriest Acolyte flattened her hands into palms and compounded Bliss’ misery by cra-cra-cracking half a dozen stereo spanks against the brunette’s squirming buttocks. “That’s what you f*cking get, hag!”
This got nothing more intelligible than an angry shriek for Eliza, so Penny braced her hands against the mat and lifted herself up while bearing down with the Scissors in a blatant attempt to shove her opponent’s face straight through the mat. “Tell me something, Eliza.” Craig said after ten seconds ticked by with no notable progress from the trapped grappler. “Can you continue? Do I need to call for the--”
“Do so at your own peril.” she barked. “The chorus girl and I are not yet RGH! RGH! RRRGGGHHH!”
Tremblay pulled up on the Scissors to peel Bliss’ torso off the canvas just to drive her back down with trio of miniature Facebusters! Those concussive collisions settled Eliza’s resistance down considerably, so Penny rolled over onto her knees, which in turn slopped Bliss onto her back. In the same instant she pushed up and slid backward, the Last True Believer getting some cheeky vengeance by planting her backside atop Eliza’s gaping features! This tawdry engulfment brought some fitful squirming from the brunette without getting her shoulders off the mat, so Craig swooped down and counted out…
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Bliss jerked her left shoulder off the canvas to spill Tremblay from her mount with half a second to spare. “This really how you want your song to end, Eliza?” Penny’s tone was utterly without pity as she hauled the veteran to verticality. “As a tin-eared, tone deaf shadow of your former self?” Trailing off, she slipped behind the Briton and threaded her left arm under Bliss’ left bicep to secure a Half Nelson. From there she reached around with her right hand, collected her foe’s left wrist and pulled it tight against Eliza’s throat. “Then titter all you want, Songbird.” Tremblay murmured, her breath hot and mean in Bliss’ ear. “Because when I’m done the only thing these heathens will remember is the silence that followed.”
‘Followed’ was still on her lips when Penny dipped down and tore Eliza off her feet, the trapped bendyback swinging out into the aether like a white flag only to come crashing down when Tremblay laid out on her stomach and PLANTED Eliza on the deck with a huge Cobra Clutch Slam! The Orphan of Midnight settled into a Crossbody at once, Penny hooking the far leg in a tight Cradle while Long and the rest of the FAWNatics counted off…
COBRA CLUTCH SLAM:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=yck9NA89338
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Bliss shot a hand into the air, proof that the Superlative Soprano wasn’t ready to cede the spotlight just yet. Scowling ferociously, Penny pounded her palms against the mat, then raked her hands through her hair. Attention drawn to the ‘BLISS!’ chants suddenly ringing throughout the arena, the blonde buried one hand in Eliza’s hair while she fashioned the other into a fist just to draw a thumb across her own throat.
“Song’s over, heathens!” she barked. “It’s time you got used to oppressive silence.” On her feet in a span of heartbeats, Penelope forced Eliza to do the same so she could swing in behind her, the Last True Believer once again slipping her head beneath Bliss’ left arm. A Half Waistlock followed as did a hand to the back of Eliza’s left thigh and it was no feint this time, Penny yanked the brunette up onto the point of her shoulder to deliver a Spine TremblaNOOOO!
Bliss raised her right foot and stamped down on Tremblay’s toes to break the blonde’s grips before she could get her off the canvas. Twisting ‘round on the spot, Eliza snatched hold of her foe’s wrist and took a giant step backward to put the proper ‘oommmph’ on the Irish Whip that sent Penelope racing toward the-- the Last True Believer dug in her heels and sent Bliss to the buckles in her place, the veteran uttering a rather melodic curse when she hit the buckles with a spine-jarring BWUUUNG! Penny followed along barely two steps behind so as to give Eliza no time to muster a defense against-- Bliss hooked both arms over the top rope and whipped her right leg up in a Big Boot that would’ve caved in Penny’s chin if the other wrestler hadn’t caught Eliza’s ankle in both hands at the last possible second!
“Too slow, hag.” Tremblay stepped in close, driving Bliss’ knee into her own chest in anticipation of yanking her clear of the corner. “Now your song’s gonna end, not with a high note, but a sharp, brittle cracHHRRRRUUHHK!”
The Renaissance Woman stuffed her middle and ring fingers into Penny’s mouth while her thumb gouged upward into the shelf of her prey’s chin! “My song is FAR from over, understudy.” Eliza hissed as she tried to put a hole in Tremblay’s jaw with her Cleft Note. “And by the time it does come you will be but a distant memoAARRRGGGHH!”
Penny raked a hand across Bliss’ face but didn’t actually get free of the Englishwoman’s grip until Eliza sent her stumbling into the middle of the ring courtesy of a one-legged Mule Kick. One hand pressed tight to her aching jaw, Tremblay pointed a furious You’re Finished! finger at the Songbird and charged headlong into the corn--“OOOFFFFHH!” Bliss intercepted with knees, driving both into the blonde’s chest to halt her advancement! Boosting herself into a seat on the top turnbuckle immediately thereafter, Eliza reared back and CRAAACKED her rival across the mouth with a Bytch Slap that spun Penny through a woozy half circle.
Uproarious noise from those assembled when the former World Champion cinched her arms around Penny’s biceps and pulled them backward, effectively stretching the younger woman’s arms into a rough ‘T’ shape. Rising to a perch on the second rope as soon as her hooks were set, Eliza leapt over Tremblay’s head in a flawless somersault that brought her to the canvas in relative comfort while the Orphan of Midnight was PLANTED flat on her face, chest and belly!
TOP ROPE DECRESCENDO:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=3pHVr6w6biQ
The Opera Aficionados begged for their heroine to go for the cover and were understandably concerned when she hauled her upright instead, however their consternation exploded into delight when Eliza slapped on her second Double Chickenwing in less than a minute. Forehead planted between Tremblay’s shoulders, Bliss twisted both ladies in a half circle that ended with Penny doubled over behind Eliza with both arms butterflied out at her sides and the crown of her skull pressed to the small of the Briton’s back. Dead center of the spotlight she loved so much, Eliza leaned to the left only to snap hard right, the force of it spinning both ladies through a calamitous corkscrew that culminated with Bliss landing on her butt and Penny THWONKED down on the back of her head and shoulders with ring-rattling force!
PRIMA DECRESCENDO:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ricy-HgWmsM
Tremblay rolled through to a slumped seat, though no one was surprised when Eliza stretched her out flat with approximately zero resistance. Hooking the far leg even as she slid across the blonde’s chest, Bliss folded her in half with a Back Press that the whole arena chanting out…
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The Superlative Soprano tossed the cradled leg aside and bounded to boot-leather, Eliza raising her arms in a jaunty ‘V’ even before the Announcer confirmed, “Ladies and gentlemen, your winner via pin-fall… ELIZA BLISS!”
Beaming with pride at the sound of her name, the Superlative Soprano planted a foot on either side of Penny’s head, then dropped to her knees so that the fork of her crotch rested against the blonde’s chin. Hands on her hips, she pressed her thighs to Tremblay’s jawline until her foe’s eyes fluttered open.
“You have lost, chorus girl.” Bliss explained with a cool smile. “That means we’re tied up heading into the final act. The pressure is on, and I don’t think you can deli--”
“You better head for the horizon before there’s a contract for a rematch, hag.” Penny spat. “Because the next time we meet I’m MMMRRGGHHHHH!”
Eliza slid forward, settled down and pressed her thighs together to completely obscure her rival’s shocked face! “Didn’t you hear me? I said the pressure was on!” Bliss let her endure this pressure for a full fifteen seconds, more than enough to deliver one more perfect high note.
Only then did she push off and rise to her full height, the former World Champion placing a domineering boot astride her rival’s chest in a Gladiatrix worthy cover shot that was still in place when the broadcast cut to backstage.