Post by hawkeye on May 3, 2021 23:11:49 GMT
“Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall with a thirty minute time limit. Introducing first, 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!”
Sneering at the sound of that name, the Spring Break 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 arena 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 earlier 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 the moment, Brewster circled around in front of the little brunette and ‘PFWOOOOSHED!’ a cloud of red skyward as she started down the aisle.
ADELAIDE BREWSTER:
For tonight‘s battle against the woman she‘d ambushed after March to War, 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 meat 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 Al Carpenter moved in to check her pads and boots. Paying the stringy morsel no attention whatsoever, Adelaide trained her gaze on the stage and smiled in anticipation of violence to come.
The FAWNatics were busy trying to acclimate to Brewster’s presence when the Announcer resumed his duties. “And introducing their opponent! Hailing from Denver, Colorado she stands at five feet eight inches tall and weighs in tonight at one hundred and forty-three pounds. They call her the Peacekeeper, the BFG and the Camouflage Crusher! This is the One Woman Army… BECKY CLAYTON!”
‘White Flag’ grumbled through the speakers to ensure everyone was on their feet before the heavy artillery made her arrival.
WHITE FLAG:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=RWzZeA2GMsk
Take a hit, shoot me down, shoot me down
I won't ever hit the ground, hit the ground
Playing dead, I'll never do
Gotta keep an eye on you
Patience is wearing thin, paper thin
Promises broke again, what a sin
But it only feeds my energy
So don't expect no sympathy
Smoke, fire, it's all going up
Don't you know I ain't afraid to shed a little blood?
Smoke, fire, flares are going up, flares are going up!
BECKY CLAYTON:
The chorus started in time with Clayton’s entrance, the hardbody battler storming through the curtain like a woman on a mission. Conspicuous by its absence was the FAWN World Championship, but Becky didn’t look naked without the leather and gold, rather she looked simultaneously galvanized and enraged, the big blonde Destroyer seething with a righteous anger directed at the woman who’d attacked her when she was at her lowest.
Barely able to take her eyes off the woman in the ring, Bex nevertheless managed to offer the Howling Commandos on either side of the stage a brawny double bicep flex before she started for the squared circle. Change in championship status thankfully hadn’t altered her sartorial sensibilities as Clayton still sported her traditional green & brown camouflage two-piece with tie-sided bottoms and an impossible to ignore ladder / double helix of lycra that ran from the top of her waistband all the way to the southern border of her low-cut sports bra. The gear was completed with dark green pads, black boots and a few wraps of matte black wrist-tape.
The newest former World Champion wasn’t even a third of the way down the ramp when she exploded into a dead sprint! Agonizingly aware that he was the only thing standing between Clayton and her target, Al Carpenter chose life over formalities and sounded the bell a full two seconds before Bex dove under the bottom rope and popped to her feet.
Any sane person would’ve tried to put as much distance between themselves and the Peacekeeper as possible. Adelaide Brewster, not sane (or possibly not a person, depending on what you believed) actually strode out to meet the blonde’s arrival with her hands raised for a clen--“OOOFFFFHHHGGGHHH!” Clayton went low, drove a shoulder into the brunette’s stomach and hooked both hands behind her knees to drive Brewster to the canvas courtesy of a Spear disguised as a Double Leg Takedown!
Scrambling to a proper mount as soon as she made contact with the mat, Becky snatched a handful of hair and yanked her foe’s head up to meet the punches aimed directly at her mouth! “You want to jump me from behind, bytch?” Clayton barked down at her thrashing adversary. “You want to bite my neck? Let’s see how scary you once you’ve spit those goddamned teeth all over the mat!”
“Open those hands, Bex!” Carpenter ordered from minimum safe distance. “You’ve gotta open your--”
“The hell I do!” the BFG pounded another punch against Brewster’s mouth, but she must’ve granted the official’s words at least a modicum of respect because she opened her hand and applied it to Adelaide’s lower face in a white-knuckle Iron Claw. Gripping her own wrist for extra leverage, Becky dug her knees into the brunette’s flanks and leeeeeeeeeeeeeeaned over to put that much more pressure on the jaw-breaking tactic. “Bite me now, you cowardly bytch.” she growled. “C’mon, let’s see how tough you are when I haven’t been through a warRRRGGGHH!”
Adelaide had been dragging her nails down Clayton’s biceps for several seconds but gave that up in favor of some enthusiastic hair-pulling that allowed her to jab a thumb in Becky’s right eye! Bex cried out and abandoned the Iron Claw while still maintaining the mount. Depth perception be damned, the Camouflage Crusher knotted her hands into a cudgel, raised them overhead and THWHUMPED a Double Axehandle against Brewster’s forehead! Clayton got up and stamped away after that, the big blonde rubbing the heel of one palm against her watering eye.
As for Adelaide, she rolled to all fours and crawled in the direction of the understandably concerned Sierra Mist. “Here.” she thrust a hand forward, offering that wrist to Brewster. “Feed! Before the chattel steadies herself.”
Adelaide shook her head ‘no’. “No need, Sierra. I’ll let the beast tire herself out before I RRRRGGGGGGHHH!”
Becky stomped over, straddled the penitent brunette’s hips and hopped up to SMECK a heavy Butt Bomb into the small of her foe’s back! “You better keep the hell away from this ring.” Clayton warned Mist as she hauled the Weeping Angel to verticality with a double handful of hair. “Because if you stick your nose in here I’ll knock it off your facAAARRRHHHHH!”
Apparently Adelaide didn’t need anything from Sierra because she already had a mouthful, as evidenced by the crimson cloud of Red Mist she spewed into her opponent’s eyes!
Becky cleared Brewster off with a shove, then turned around and stumbled away in search of some separation while she wiped the gunk from her eyes. She was still a considerable distance from safety when the Daughter of Darkness rushed in from behind and secured a tight Waistlock. No preening or posturing from Brewster, she simply sank into a deep crouch and popped her hips to THAWHAM Clayton down on the back of head and shoulders with a huge German Suplex!
Adelaide didn’t hold the bridge but she didn’t release the Waistlock either, choosing instead to clamber back to her feet with Becky still in her clutches. The second verse proved as painful as the first, Brewster dropping low to get high, the angle of her bridge sharp enough to cut through the incredulity of the FAWNatics that couldn’t quite believe they were witnessing Becky Clayton getting Suplexed out of her boots. Adelaide must’ve sensed their building disquiet because she paused to nuzzle her cheek against the side of Bex’s neck after she’d muscled her up after a second German. “Most of my adversaries are barely worth more than a drink, let alone a meal.” Adelaide licked the lobe of Clayton’s ear and smiled at the shiver of disgust that ran through the blonde’s strong frame. “But you, Rebecca. You’re more than a meal. You’re a feast. And I will luxuriate in devouring you as such.”
“Chuuuu… choke on it you cheap hhhRRRGGGGGGHHHH!”
The Queen of Nightmares took Becky up & over for her third German Suplex in less than twenty seconds and this time she released the Waistlock so the disoriented Destroyer somersaulted through the landing to finish up in a facedown sprawl.
ROLLING GERMAN SUPLEXES:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=CX29HD1A2eI
As for Adelaide, she got to her feet and fixed her attention on the hard camera as she blew out the remnants of the Red Mist in a sharp snarl. “She is as helpless as all the others!” Brewster bellowed to the jeering throng. “She may offer a more spirited chase, but in the end all of her efforts will lead back to the inescapable throat of the killing chute!”
The Spring Breakers didn’t much care for such grim prognostication and they increased the volume of their displeasure, alas this only spurred Adelaide to saunter back to Becky and haul her to a seat with a rude handful of hair.
“Off the hair, Adelaide. You know better.” Al called to his charge.
“I know not to spit in her eyes, too.” the brunette countered with a pink smile. “Didn’t stop me, did it?”
Carpenter didn’t have an answer and Brewster had no more time for chattel so she took Clayton’s left wrist in her right hand and vice versa. From there she dropped to one knee and craaaaaaaaaaaanked back on those captured limbs to draw the Straightjacket tight across Becky’s throat. The aftermath of that nauseating Mist made it difficult for the ref to determine the true shade of Clayton’s features at the moment, which was why he didn’t wait long to ask, “What do you say, Becky? Need me to call for the bell?”
The Camouflage Crusher shook her head ‘no’, an effort made considerably more difficult by the presence of her traitorous limbs. “Not a f*cking chance.” she grunted. “Cowardly bytch isn’t getting a goddamned thing out of mmmrrrrgggghhh!”
Adelaide yanked the hold back & forth half a dozen times, then reefed up on her grip so that it shifted from a Choke to a Smother. “Haven’t you been paying attention, Rebecca?” she tittered. “I’ll get EVERYTHING I want from you. And I’ll do it at my leisu--”
Clayton pivoted in place, rising from a seat to one knee. Brewster moved with her, the former World Champion sticking close to ensure her opponent couldn’t bring that impressive strength to-- the Peacekeeper powered to verticality in a single easy movement and almost assuredly would’ve prized herself free of Brewster’s grip if the Darling of the Abattoir hadn’t hopped up and jammed both knees between her foe’s shoulders. Bex was stronger than most, but not strong enough to prevent Adelaide from bringing her down hard with the Straightjacket Lungblower! She shuddered from one end to the other but still found no escape the Weeping Angel because Brewster maintained the Straightjacket and added a snug Bodyscissors!
STRAIGHTJACKET CHOKE W/ BODYSCISSORS:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=YMpzAdnpxuo
“The Red has waited a long time for this moment, chattel.” Brewster cooed to her wriggling, gasping prey. “Dream may have been unworthy of its gifts, but she still swore allegiance to the Red. You laid her low, so now I shall do the same…. and much, MUCH more, to you.”
Becky knew damned well that she shouldn’t burn unnecessary oxygen talking trash with Brewster when the brunette was trying to crush and strangle her at the same time, but there was just something about the tone of her attacker’s voice that simply wouldn’t allow her words to go unchallenged. “Druh… Dream was a lunatic, you’re flat out delusional. Probably too fargone for beating some sense into you to do any good, but that doesn’t mean I won’t EEERRRHHHH BYTCH!”
Adelaide leaned in and licked the side of Clayton’s neck before sinking her teeth into that vulnerable expanse!
“No biting Adelaide!” Carpenter warned at the first sound of Becky’s distress.
The Sanguinaire ended her snack with a gentle kiss and promise whispered in Clayton’s ear. “No flesh shall be spared, Rebecca. That includes yours.”
“You vile bytch.” Bex seethed. “You’re no bat, you’re a f*cking snakeAAARRRHHHH FAAAAAAAHK!”
Adelaide bit down on her foe’s ear this time, the sharp, blinding pain of it making Clayton kick her legs in a thrashing tattoo. The ref started a count that Brewster heeded in stages. She broke the Scissors at ‘ONE!’, set her shins against Becky’s back at ‘TWO!’ and kicked her away at ‘THREE!’ which meant the Queen of Nightmares was back on her feet and preening for the chattel without need of a ‘FOUR!’
“Strength is nothing without guidance.” Brewster told those assembled. “The soldier is aimless with no golden star on the horizon. But pain will lead her to me. And I will guide her worthless shell right into the voracious appetite that is the Red.”
“The hell… you will.”
Adelaide turned on one heel to find Clayton leaned back on her haunches with one hand pressed to the side of her neck. Fixing the penitent powerhouse with a nasty smile, Brewster beckoned her up with one crooked finger and purred, “Try getting off your knees before you say that, Clayton. It might lend your words a bit more weiGHUUFHH!”
The Peacekeeper shifted to one knee and launched herself at Adelaide with a Spear that caught her flush in the navel! But where most examples of the maneuver drove the recipient into the canvas, Becky’s lifted Brewster off her feet while simultaneously allowing the blonde to regain hers. Cinching a loop around Adelaide’s upper thighs to prevent her from slithering to safety, Clayton charged the nearest corner and doubled over at the last moment to BWUUUNG the Weeping Angel against the buckles with a gut-churning Shoulderblock!
Lips curled in a smile that couldn’t reach her eyes, Bex took hold of the second strand on either side of her rival and reared back as far as she could for the extra half dozen Shoulderblocks that slowly but surely wedged Brewster’s backside in against the middle buckle. Carpenter’s approach put an end to Clayton’s assault far sooner than she would’ve preferred, but rather than milk the zebra’s count for more Shoulderblocks she sank to one knee and helped herself to Adelaide’s legs, which she quickly draped over her shoulders. Soon as that was done she knotted her hands against Brewster’s midriff and clambered to boot-leather to prize muscle the breathless brunette from the corner to the stall position for a Powerbo--“NNNNGGGGHHH!”
The One Woman Army drove her burden spine-first into the top turnbuckle but did not release her grip. Instead she hauled Brewster back onto her shoulders and did an about-face so there was a whole lotta canvas to cover when she broke into a run! Back to back Buckle Bombs would’ve been impressive to say the least, yet Bex must’ve been more interested in testing the integrity of the canvas-sheathed plywood because the former World Champion had just crossed the halfway point when she hopped up and planted Adelaide on the deck with a Liger Bomb that THAWHAMMED throughout the whole arena. Landing with Brewster nearly folded in half by the collision, Clayton snaked her legs over the brunette’s biceps and pressed her chest tight to those upturned haunches to keep the Queen of Nightmares stacked up tight through the…
RUNNING LIGER BOMB:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=KCZzZyTjnvw
ONE…
TWO…
Adelaide twisted free of the Peacekeeper’s predicament and flopped over onto her stomach with almost a full second to spare. If Becky was disappointed by the count her expression didn’t show it. If anything she looked quite satisfied as she got to her feet and ran the ropes. Half a pass proved insufficient for the BFG, thus explaining why she headed back the way she came (skipping over Brewster in the process) to rebound off the opposite side. Another skip sent her into the ropes for a third time and ensured that the FAWNatics were fully invested when she took to the skies over Adelaide and drew herself into a crunch that ultimately stretched her out taut as a bowstring, all the better to deliver those hundred and forty-plus pounds across the small of her opponent’s back!
Brewster groaned beneath the impact but it didn’t stop her from fighting to all fours with Clayton still draped over her ba--“NGH! NGH! NGH!” Not about to let the Weeping Angel dictate terms when she was still scraping herself off the mat, Bex stretched her right arm out full length and jammed the point of that elbow into Brewster’s left flank no less than half a dozen times! “Addy want uppies?” Clayton taunted as the brunette tried to protect her fluttering midsection. “Let’s get you where you belong, honeybunch.”
“Kuuuhhh… keep your filthy hands off me, chatteHHHUURRGGHH!” The Camouflage Crusher looped her arms around Brewster’s waist and cinched them tight in a white-knuckle Gutwrench. Picking Adelaide off the canvas like she was little more than a sack of mail, Clayton turned in a circle to show off her burden, then dropped down and popped her hips to toss the brunette up and over with a huge Suplex that might’ve provided some serious air if she’d broken her grip. Somersaulting over the Sanguinaire as soon as she touched down, Bex returned to verticality with Adelaide hanging in her arms like a broken doll. Another half turn followed, Clayton making damned sure that everyone in the house for Spring Break knew she was the strongest woman in the ring before she hurled Brewster to the deck with the second Gutwrench Suplex in less than ten seconds!
ROLLING GUTWRENCH SUPLEXES:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=8YXmKDwKCLs
The residual momentum sent Adelaide tumbling dangerously close to the bottom rope, alas she wasn’t able to sneak beneath that rubber-coated threshold before Becky caught hold at ankle and wrist and draaaaaaaaagged her back to the middle of the ring. Clayton delivered a scathing overhead slap to the brunette’s tummy just because she could, got up and made a very obvious point of STEPPING on those aching abs as she broke into another sprint to the strands. No extra back and forth now, the One Woman Army leapt on her way back for another low-flying Frog Splash that THWHAMMED down on Brewster’s increasingly roiled midsection. Both legs shot up so Clayton treated herself to a double helping she converted into a Back Press that perfectly pointed Adelaide’s rump at the rafters for…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
Brewster kicked out and sat up, the former World Champion’s arms crisscrossed over the midsection Becky had picked out as the focus of her ire. She was doing her best to reset her internal organs when Clayton slid in behind and grabbed a wrist in each hand to pull Adelaide’s arms that much tighter in her own version of the straightjacket.
“Someone should’ve locked you up years ago.” Bex huffed as she threaded her legs around Brewster’s waist. “But since I can’t do that I’ll settle for exposing you as the sniveling, cowardly bully you’ve always been.”
“Oh my poor, misinformed soldier, if anyone is exposed tonight it will be HUUURRRGGGHH!”
The Camouflage Crusher set her palms against the mat and hoisted her butt up to secure a Bodyscissors made all the more uncomfortable by the fact that Adelaide’s hands were pinned between Clayton’s thighs and her own flanks. “Don’t ask her anything yet, Al.” Becky said when she noticed the ref drawing closer. “This one’s earned the right to sit here and wriggle for a whil--”
“False bravado is unbecoming, soldier.” Adelaide growled over the blonde as she worked to extricated her pinned arms. “Though I grant it will make your inevitable bawling submission all the more delightfuHHUUURRRRGGGHH!”
Clayton dropped back to a seat so she could hunch forward and cinch a Bear Hug around her opponent’s biceps! Hands knotted against Brewster’s sternum, Bex scrubbed her mitts back & forth across Adelaide’s chest, then sent a prolonged squeeeeeeeeeze through the bound brunette. “I’d be very careful about the next words out of your mouth, honeybunch.” Clayton said softly. “A little respect will earn you a nice, quiet trip to Nap Town. But if you keep running your mouth…” the Peacekeeper wasn’t about to lower herself to Brewster’s level by taking a chunk out of her throat, instead she gouged her chin into the side of the other woman’s neck and dragged it up and down like a miniature dagger!
Adelaide grimaced and shook her head ‘no’, either to express her disgust at the current arrangement or to keep Al Carpenter from asking a stupid question. Whatever her reasons, it only made Bex put that much more power behind the combined Scissors and Bear Hug, the One Woman Army practically thrumming in her seat as she worked to impose her will on FAWN’s Queen of Nightmares. Pressing her cheek to Adelaide’s as the pressure continued to mount, Clayton glanced to the official and chided, “You can ask her now. The quit’s coming off her in wav--”
“That’s your own failure you’re smelling, chattel.” Brewster huffed. “I’ve smelled it on you ever since that spineless way you surrendered the championship to AmarRRRRGGGGHHHH!”
Becky clamped down on everything, rolled backward and laid down on her right side to drag Adelaide into the deepest of deep waters! Noting the increasingly deep flush in his charge’s face, Al knelt beside the wrestlers and asked, “What do you say, Adelaide? Still hanging in there?”
“I’m FINE, damn you.” Brewster answered through gritted teeth. “Stop wasting your breath and leave me BEEEEERRRRGGGGGHHHH!”
Raucous cheers from those assembled when Bex shifted from patient python squeezing to ferocious Pitbull shaking! “GIVE UP!” she demanded of the flagging fatale. “You’re finished, I wanna hear you say--don’t you f*cking dare, honeybuncCHHHHEERRRRHH!”
Adelaide finally wrenched her hands out into the open, then drove her head back into Clayton’s mouth when the BFG leaned in to reapply her hooks. The impromptu Headbutt freed her from the Bear Hug but the Scissors remained stubbornly in place so Adelaide reached back over her shoulder with both hands and snatched hold of Becky’s hair. “Luuuhhhh… let go of me, you idiotic slab of bikini meaMMMMRRRGGGHH!”
With no Bear Hug to occupy her hands, Becky cupped one across the brunette’s forehead and clamped the other across her foe’s mouth. “Why don’t you make me, you mopey little nerd?” Clayton countered. “What’s that, you can’t do shyt? Guess you should just quiTOOOOOOWWW!”
Adelaide used the hair-hold to wrench Becky’s head away at a sharp angle, then halved that grip and savagely RAKED her nails across the blonde’s eyes! Voicing a loud roar as she twisted free of those damned Scissors, Brewster twisted around onto her knees and clambered into a perch on her rival’s waist so she could really set to work slashing and tearing at Becky’s face!
“Knock that off, Adelaide!” Carpenter shouted at the frenzied brunette. “ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR!”
The Darling of the Abattoir threw up both hands but didn’t relinquish her mount despite a dirty look from Al. Breathing hard after all that time spent crushed in the other wrestler’s coils, Brewster raked her hands through her hair, then hunched over and warmed Clayton’s cheek with a disrespectful Bytch Slap. “Spirited chattel, that’s all you are.” she sneered over the boos of the Howling Commandos. “But trust me, Clayton. I’ll break your spirit before we’re finishNNGGHH! RRGGGGGGHHH!”
Bex stopped the sass talk with a rough slap of her own, then reminded the brunette of her catfight credentials by clamping down on Brewster’s breasts! “Can’t you just shut the f*ck up?” Clayton snarked in the midst of kneading and mauling her foe’s bounty. “I’m so goddamned sick of wannabe super villains running their mouthNNNGGGHH-MMMRRRPPPPGGGHHH!”
Adelaide formed her fists into a Double Axehandle and pounded it into the Camouflage Crusher’s forehead with an audible THUNK! Becky’s grip loosened enough for Brewster to simply shrug it off before she slipped the thumb, index and middle fingers of both hands into the sides of her foe’s mouth for an ungodly fishhooking! Clayton thrashed and gurgled around the intruding fingers, her heels smashing a frantic beat against the mat as she tried to prize the brunette’s hands away!
No one could fault Becky’s efforts but they all came to naught until Al hurried over and ordered, “Get your fingers out of her mouth, Adelaide! And break that mount too! ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR!”
The Weeping Angel slipped those hooks loose with a flourish and earned a cheer from the reprobates in section 1408 by turning those raised middle fingers on the scowling zebra. Rising to her full height without so much as a word, Brewster stomped on Clayton’s gulping tummy so she didn’t have to reach down as far to catch her hair when the blonde sat up. Trading the hair-hold for a Wristlock when Becky was vertical again, Adelaide took a big step back, dropped a shoulder and-- “NNNGGHHH!” The One Woman Army lunged forward half a heartbeat ahead of the Irish Whip and THUNKED a Headbutt between Brewster’s eyes!
“Nice try, honeybunch.” Becky grabbed her own Wristlock before the brunette could stumble away. “But it’ll take a lot more than grubby fingers to beat me.” With that she shouldered the woozy wrestler back on her heels, then slung her into the strands with an Irish Whip. Posting up in the center of the ring to await her foe’s return, Becky spread her arms wide and leaned right, all the better to draw the Queen of Nightmares into a Gutwrench that spun her through two hundred and seventy nauseating degrNOOOO!
Adelaide twisted loose of the would-be slam to land directly in front of the Camouflage Crusher. A Toe Kick to the gut doubled Clayton over and one to the Forehead rocked her back on her heels, thus allowing Brewster to whip through a full rotation en route to THWHACKING Bex across the jaw with a Rolling Elbow! Clayton reeled on the spot, dropped to one knee then got up just in time to catch a quick Switchblade Kick to the side of her head!
ROLLING ELBOW & SWITCHBLADE KICK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=HSG6hmx2TGw
The blow pitched Becky sideways in a drunken lurch that left her hung-up chest first in the ro--“AAAAWWWWWW GAAAAAAAAAAAWD!” Adelaide pressed in against the blonde’s back, snatched a handful of hair and her right shoulder and wrenched her head to the left so she could BITE down on her opponent’s neck! “ROPES!” Becky yowled. “GET OFFA ME BYTCH, I’M IN THE ROPNGH! NGH! NGH!”
Brewster hooked Clayton’s left arm in a Half Nelson and backpedaled away from the ropes to shut her foe’s mouth. At least about the break anyway, Becky still made plenty of noise when the Queen of Nightmares resumed gnawing on her neck. “Get your goddamned teeth OFFA ME!“ Becky made the most of her otherwise neutralized arm by burying that hand in Adelaide’s hair. Brewster answered with a taunting smooch to the traumatized flesh, then bit down harder than ever!
This earned her another round of ruthless hair-pulling from the blonde and stern rebuke from Al Carpenter. “Enough of that catty crap!” he demanded. “Break it up and let’s finish this clean! ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR!”
Adelaide abandoned her jugular snack in favor of dragging the nails on her right hand directly across the former World Champion’s face. Cinching that arm around Clayton’s waist in direct defiance of the official’s warning, Brewster wrenched her head free of Bex’s grip at the cost of some hair, then dipped low and snapped off a mean-spirited bridge that THWHAMMED the Destroyer down on the back of her head and shoulders. Folded up nice and tight in the wake of the Half Nelson Suplex, Becky offered no hope to the Howling Commandos as they tallied off a dispirited…
HALF NELSON SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=cgP3ONHfcHM
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO!
Clayton kicked out as Al’s hand was coming down for ‘THREE’ to escape defeat by the slimmest of margins! Seated beside her woozy adversary, Adelaide grabbed Becky by the scruff of the neck and lifted her head off the mat so she could brush some loose hair off her cheeks. “Not quite drained, are we? I knew you would make a particularly hearty repast.”
“Duuuuhhhhh… don’t kid yourself, bytch.” The Peacekeeper didn’t have the energy to get Brewster’s talon out of her hair so she focused on fighting to all fours instead. “You may suck harder than anyone else on this roster, but not even you suck enough to drain HHHRRRRGGHH!”
Brewster got to her feet, set her right knee against the back of the blonde’s noggin and dropped to the canvas to THWHUNK Clayton’s forehead offa the thinly-sheathed plywood. Heavens, the head trauma must be kicking in.” Brewster muttered. “I’d have expected far better trash talk from a member of our Armed Forces. But fear not, if you can’t curse like a soldier you can at least shriek like a civilian.”
Happy to encourage Becky with this new goal, she double down on the hair-hold and SMASHED the blonde’s features against the mat en route to draaaaaaaaagging her head back & forth like she was trying to remove a particularly stubborn stain! Bex did indeed scream, quite a bit longer than she would’ve preferred, but Al was still quite close to the action and he didn’t bother burning precious seconds to request Adelaide change her tactics. “ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR!”
The Weeping Angel dropped Clayton’s head in a show of disdain made all the more evident by the way she plucked a few loose strands from her palms. Helping herself to the blonde’s ears once her hands were properly cleaned, Brewster rose to her full height and dragged Clayton up alongside. A Kneelift to the navel almost put the Camouflage Crusher on her knees, but Adelaide caught a Front Facelock to keep her at least partially upright. “Seems you suck more than enough for the both of us, soldier.” Brewster chided after she slung the other wrestler’s near arm across her shoulders. “This is hardly a complaint, mind you. Diminished talent does not mean diminished flavor. In fact I’d say you taste as good as you ever RGH! RGH! RGH!”
Hopeful roars from the FAWNatics when Bex balled her free hand into a fist and pounded half a dozen shots into her tormentor’s firm midsection! A Waistlock followed and Clayton powered her rival off the deck to charge the nearest corner where she’d presumably smash Brewster into the buckles until gaining her free--“EEERRRRHHH!”
Not about to cede control so easily, Adelaide hooked her free hand around Clayton’s waistband and yanked back and forth the blonde was forced to return her to terra firma! Breaking Becky’s grip with a few heavy Overhand Forearm Smashes to the Destroyer’s upper back, the Daughter of Darkness tossed Becky’s arm across her shoulders again, then muscled her up and clambered forward until she was able to set her burden’s shins atop the second strand. A few steps backward left Clayton in the role of a sinister suspension bridge, the blonde hanging by her ankles at one end and a Front Facelock at the oth--THWHUMP! Brewster spun under her prey and laid out flat to drop Becky full force on the back of her head and shoulders!
ROPE HUNG NECKBREAKER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=YRQGAS4BdeA
The Neckbreaker was suitably vile though it left the BFG’s boots a little too close to the ropes, so Adelaide procured both wrists and draaaaaaaaaaagged her into the center of the ring. Knees splayed on either side of her foe’s head, the Darling of the Abattoir pressed her hands to Bex’s shoulders and flipped the hair out of her eyes while Al and the Spring Breakers counted out…
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO!
It was a domineering cover that would’ve been a highlight in an already storied career IF Clayton hadn’t wrenched her right shoulder clear of the canvas at the last possible second. Ultimately it proved little more than an exhilarating near-fall, albeit one that seemed to herald doom for the newest former FAWN World Champion. Snatching hold of the Peacekeeper’s right wrist even as Bex was struggling to a seat, Brewster yanked the limb snug across opposing throat, then drove a few quick elbows into the crown of Becky’s skull to keep her suitably docile while she forced her to stand.
“Don’t fret soldier, this feast is far from over.” Adelaide cooed in her blonde’s ear. “But I do believe it’s time we moved on to the next course.” On that troubling note she dipped her knees and slipped her free arm through Clayton’s strong stems to hoist the prone powerhouse onto her shoulders for Blood & Black NO!
Becky somersaulted off the brunette’s shoulders to land in a deep crouch directly on Brewster’s six! Adelaide whipped ‘round with claws already bared but they’d barely tickled Clayton’s battle-damp hair when the Army of One THWHONKED a Headbutt into her sternum!
HEADBUTT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=L689fn6NjjA
Brewster stepped in fencepost holes, her legs almost giving out in the wake of that debilitating shot. Yet the Queen of Nightmares was made of sterner stuff and she regained her footing just in time for Becky to grab hold of a wrist. “Guuuhhh… get your hands off me, chatt--” Adelaide didn’t get to finish the demand before Clayton dropped a shoulder and yanked her into an Irish-- Bex stepped in, welcoming Brewster with open arms that clamped down on her in a Gutwrench, the Camouflage Crusher spinning her rival up, over and down, Adelaide coughing out a nauseated grunt as she THWHUMPED down atop the blonde’s spring tanned thigh.
TILT-A-WHIRL GUTBUSTER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=R0WdEt-uvws
She should’ve jounced free of Clayton’s encroaching knee, but she did not because Becky crooked her left arm over the other woman’s lower back. “Biting’s a nasty habit, honeybunch.” Bex told Adelaide over the growing rumble of the capacity crowd. “One that your parents should’ve spanked out of you years ago. Since they didn’t,” Clayton raised her right hand and brought it down with a soft ‘whick’ that was completely obscured by the crisp ‘SMACK!’ of palms on buttock, “I guess it falls to me.”
“You ridiculous, preening BYTCH!” Brewster fought like a wildcat to escape the humbling predicament, but the Gutbuster had rendered her breathless and weak and she could do little more than scrape claws across the canvas. “Release me this instant or I promise you’ll pay in blooNNGGGHH! NNNGGGHH! NNNNGGGHHH!”
Far more impressed by the roar of the crowd than her opponent’s wheedling threats, Clayton brought her hand right hand down over and over and over again in a domineering display of derriere devastation that’d never been visited upon the feared brunette! Turned out that Brewster’s buns spanked as well as any other, a fact Becky brought to light through no less than two dozen cheek-searing swats. Only slowing the barrage when Brewster’s cheeks bore clear impressions of her paddlin’ palm, Clayton planted a smooch against her fingertips, raised that hand to the rafters and brought it down on the brunette’s bum with a final resounding SLAP!
Adelaide hissed like a wet cat but still couldn’t wrest free of the BFG’s strong grasp. “C’mon ref!” Sierra slammed a fist against the apron to emphasize her point. “Make her break the grip! No, not like THAT!”
More than willing to trade prurient percussion for pure power, Becky reapplied the Gutwrench, clambered to boot-leather, flipped Adelaide up ‘n over and dropped to her knees to THWHAM the Daughter of Darkness down flat on her back with a devastating Powerbomb! Up on tiptoes as soon as the maneuver connected, Becky folded Adelaide like a Matchbook to keep her shoulders glued to the mat for…
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO!
GUTWRENCH POWERBOMB:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=ljuxKNknnnM
Brewster twisted a shoulder clear of the canvas and tumbled to one side, leaving a frustrated Clayton show three fingers to Al Carpenter. “C’mon Al, she was down.”
“She was.” he agreed. “Just not for three. Keep at it, Bex.”
The Peacekeeper nodded understanding as she grabbed Adelaide by the scruff of the neck. “C’mon you candy-ass. Get up and fight.”
“Yuuuhh… you are going to suffer for this indignity.” Brewster promised as she began to rise. “Ask your friend the Raven what happens to chattel that cross meHHHRRRGGGGHH!”
Becky drew Adelaide in chest-to-chest, snaked her arms around the brunette’s torso and bore down with a rib-cracking Bear Hug! “She told me all about you, honeybunch.” Clayton lifted Brewster onto tiptoes, all the better to shake her back and forth. “How you’re a master manipulator, a gleeful sadist and arguably the most dangerous woman she’s faced.” Trailing off as she cupped her own elbows to apply even more pressure, Becky treated the wheezing wrestler to another prolonged constriction before she leaned in to murmur, “The only thing she didn’t tell me? How great it would feel to SPANK your vicious ass in front of all these peopAAAAARRRRRHHHHHH!”
Adelaide couldn’t power free of the Bear Hug so she treated herself to yet another taste of the Camouflage Crusher’s neck!
“Biting!” Clayton groaned through clenched teeth, her pretty features etched with pain. “SHE’S BITING!”
Al had already guessed as much by nothing but the tone and volume of Becky’s wail, thus his quick arrival at the action. “No more, Adelaide! ONE! TWO! THREE! FOWHOAH!” Al had to dive out of the way when the Weeping Angel drew back and blew a cloud of Red Mist in his direction!
Damned if his dodge didn’t earn a loud roar from the FAWNatics, unfortunately it also meant he was out of position when Brewster palmed Becky’s head in her hands and spat the last of the arterial spew directly into her eyes! Bellowing with primal delight as she tore free of Clayton’s grip, Adelaide snatched the blonde’s left wrist when she tried to swipe at her face and folded it behind her head in an upside down Hammerlock.
“TEAR HER HEART OUT!” Sierra shrieked from the outside. “TEAR HER HEART OUT, ADELAIDE!” Such an act of violence was a bit more final than even Brewster preferred, though it didn’t stop her from THUMPING not one, not two, but three merciless Heart Punches into the swell of her opponent’s left breast!
HEART PUNCH:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=zj7va8Fq_wA
Becky’s legs gave way and she crumpled to her knees despite the torque of the Hammerlock, so Brewster switched over to a hair-hold and dragged the Peacekeeper into a Standing Headscissors. Adding a Waistlock before Clayton could recover her senses, Adelaide dipped her knees and lifted / spun the other wrestler up so that the small of her back was resting against the ball of Adelaide’s right shoulder. Carefully transitioning her grip from Waistlock to Chinlock, the Darling of the Abattoir kicked her legs forward and laid out full length to THWHAM Becky down on back of her head and shoulders!
RED MOON'S ZENITH:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=b6Sd6tqdeLY
Caught beneath the merciless glow of the Red Moon’s Zenith, Clayton bounced up and slopped onto shoulder and hip looking less like a top tier talent and more like someone who thrown from a car accident.
Beside her, Adelaide Brewster rolled to one knee and made a very gently adjustment to her spank-rumpled briefs. “I promised you would pay for such brazen insolence, soldier.” the brunette hissed to her vulnerable adversary. “Now, at the hour of rending, it’s time you understood that I am a woman of my word.”
“Doooo… don’t you ever shut up?” the One Woman Army groaned as she fought to all fours. “Guess I should’ve spanked you a little hardNNNGGGHHH!”
Adelaide buried both hands in the blonde’s hair, hauled her onto her knees and DROVE her into the mat face-first! “My voice cannot be silenced. My appetite cannot be sated. Certainly not by the likes of you.” the Weeping Angel explained to her prey as she got to her feet and forced Becky to do the same. Switching from her hair-hold to a stern grip on the other woman’s right wrist, Adelaide swept around behind Clayton and drew that arm snug to her neck. With the figurative blade to Becky’s throat, Brewster dropped a shoulder and worked her free arm between the Peacekeeper’s legs to muscle her up onto the sacrificial altar of her shoulders. Turning in a slow circle as the Howling Commandos lived up to their name with a concerned wail, Adelaide bared her teeth for all to see, then kicked both legs forward and laid out on her left hip to THAWHUNK Clayton flat on the back of her head and shoulders.
BLOOD & BLACK LACE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=ggQhjXPD_fA
Sprawled out flat on her face in the wake of Blood & Black Lace, Becky Clayton didn’t even sigh when Brewster turned her over with a Half Nelson, though the contented little smirk on the brunette’s lips suggested the blonde snuffled some sort of exhalation when Adelaide swung a leg over and sat down on her face. Grinning wider than ever as the jeers rose to a crescendo, Brewster took hold of the blonde’s wrists and crossed them over Bex’s slowly rising chest to prove there was nothing premature about this burial.
ONE…
TWO…
THREE!
The bell sounded an end to the match, but the Queen of Nightmares made no move to relinquish her mount. Instead she threw back her head and bared her teeth when the Announcer confirmed, “Ladies and gentlemen, your winner via pin-fall… ADELAIDE BREWSTER!”
Disappointed, but not entirely surprised to discover the victrix was still mounted atop her foe’s features, Al strode over and offered her a hand. “Come on Adelaide, get up and take your la--”
“Don’t touch her.” Sierra interposed herself between the official and her rescuer. “You haven’t earned the right.”
“It’s alright, Sierra.” Brewster said softly. “He’s just trying to do his job in trying to preserve the last of my little tin soldier’s dignity. Alas, the effort was doomed to failure the instant this chattel dared treat me like the rest of the slatterns she fashions opponents.” Adelaide slid to one side, set down on one knee and rolled Becky onto her stomach so she could muscle the big blonde up over her posted thigh. “Sierra, your belt, if you would be so kind.”
“That’s hardly necessary, Adelaide.” Carpenter spoke over the growing rumble of the crowd. “You’ve proved your point, there’s no need to--”
“There is EVERY need.” Brewster growled. “She embarrassed me, she will pay the price for doing so. Now, you can either share her fate, or you can ensure she can sleep somewhere other than her stomach in less than a week by helping me mete out a little corporal punishment. I believe ten strokes is traditional, wouldn’t you agree?”
Al looked from Brewster to Mist to the ramp and back again, the lanky ref knowing full well what sort of damage the brunettes could inflict before reinforcements arrived. Swallowing a lump in his throat, he croaked, “Ten. Then it’s over.”
“Oh, I highly doubt it’s over.” Adelaide smiled as she wrapped a length of Sierra’s belt around her fist. “But it will be finished for tonight, of that I am certain.”
Carpenter said nothing to that, so the Weeping Angel raised that hand high and-- CRAAACK!
“AAAAAHHHHHH!” The lash of leather on skin roused Clayton to a hellish reality, the wide-eyed battler glancing around like someone who’d woke from a nightmare only to discover the nightmare all around them. Shaking her head ‘no’ as Sierra chirped “ONE!”, Becky hissed, “You crazy bytch, what the f*ck do you think you’re do--” CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!
“TWO! THREE! FOUR!” Mist giggled as her benefactor continued the wicked work.
“What am I doing, soldier?” Brewster cooed. “I’m teaching you a lesson in escalation!”
“Nuuuhhhh… no you’re not.” Clayton was fighting, but she was still exhausted and the hateful shots laid across her glutes weren’t helping. “You’re just signing your life AAAWWWWW GAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH DAMMIT!”
CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!
“FIVE! SIX! SEVEN! EIGHT! NINE….” Sierra trailed off in expectant silence as Adelaide hoisted the belt one more--CRAAAAAACK!
“And that makes ten.” Brewster set her hands at shoulder and hip and removed Clayton from her knee with a rude shove.
The Peacekeeper rolled away at once, her progress almost grinding to a halt whenever her belted-backside touched the rough canvas. Biting her bottom lip bloody to hold in a scream when she stopped in a facedown heap, Becky couldn’t quite stifle a groan once Adelaide planted a boot on her scorched cheeks. “Don’t think this banquet is over, chattel.” Brewster said to the quivering blonde. “There are still MANY courses left before us, all of them far more delightful than tonight’s amuse bouche.”
Becky Clayton wanted, NEEDED to tell Adelaide off, but she simply didn’t trust her voice not to quiver, so she continued to hold her tongue until the brunette removed her boot and strolled out of the ring.
Only then did she allow herself to put one hand to her glutes.
Only then did she allow the soft sob to escape her throat.
Sneering at the sound of that name, the Spring Break 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 arena 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 earlier 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 the moment, Brewster circled around in front of the little brunette and ‘PFWOOOOSHED!’ a cloud of red skyward as she started down the aisle.
ADELAIDE BREWSTER:
For tonight‘s battle against the woman she‘d ambushed after March to War, 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 meat 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 Al Carpenter moved in to check her pads and boots. Paying the stringy morsel no attention whatsoever, Adelaide trained her gaze on the stage and smiled in anticipation of violence to come.
The FAWNatics were busy trying to acclimate to Brewster’s presence when the Announcer resumed his duties. “And introducing their opponent! Hailing from Denver, Colorado she stands at five feet eight inches tall and weighs in tonight at one hundred and forty-three pounds. They call her the Peacekeeper, the BFG and the Camouflage Crusher! This is the One Woman Army… BECKY CLAYTON!”
‘White Flag’ grumbled through the speakers to ensure everyone was on their feet before the heavy artillery made her arrival.
WHITE FLAG:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=RWzZeA2GMsk
Take a hit, shoot me down, shoot me down
I won't ever hit the ground, hit the ground
Playing dead, I'll never do
Gotta keep an eye on you
Patience is wearing thin, paper thin
Promises broke again, what a sin
But it only feeds my energy
So don't expect no sympathy
Smoke, fire, it's all going up
Don't you know I ain't afraid to shed a little blood?
Smoke, fire, flares are going up, flares are going up!
BECKY CLAYTON:
The chorus started in time with Clayton’s entrance, the hardbody battler storming through the curtain like a woman on a mission. Conspicuous by its absence was the FAWN World Championship, but Becky didn’t look naked without the leather and gold, rather she looked simultaneously galvanized and enraged, the big blonde Destroyer seething with a righteous anger directed at the woman who’d attacked her when she was at her lowest.
Barely able to take her eyes off the woman in the ring, Bex nevertheless managed to offer the Howling Commandos on either side of the stage a brawny double bicep flex before she started for the squared circle. Change in championship status thankfully hadn’t altered her sartorial sensibilities as Clayton still sported her traditional green & brown camouflage two-piece with tie-sided bottoms and an impossible to ignore ladder / double helix of lycra that ran from the top of her waistband all the way to the southern border of her low-cut sports bra. The gear was completed with dark green pads, black boots and a few wraps of matte black wrist-tape.
The newest former World Champion wasn’t even a third of the way down the ramp when she exploded into a dead sprint! Agonizingly aware that he was the only thing standing between Clayton and her target, Al Carpenter chose life over formalities and sounded the bell a full two seconds before Bex dove under the bottom rope and popped to her feet.
Any sane person would’ve tried to put as much distance between themselves and the Peacekeeper as possible. Adelaide Brewster, not sane (or possibly not a person, depending on what you believed) actually strode out to meet the blonde’s arrival with her hands raised for a clen--“OOOFFFFHHHGGGHHH!” Clayton went low, drove a shoulder into the brunette’s stomach and hooked both hands behind her knees to drive Brewster to the canvas courtesy of a Spear disguised as a Double Leg Takedown!
Scrambling to a proper mount as soon as she made contact with the mat, Becky snatched a handful of hair and yanked her foe’s head up to meet the punches aimed directly at her mouth! “You want to jump me from behind, bytch?” Clayton barked down at her thrashing adversary. “You want to bite my neck? Let’s see how scary you once you’ve spit those goddamned teeth all over the mat!”
“Open those hands, Bex!” Carpenter ordered from minimum safe distance. “You’ve gotta open your--”
“The hell I do!” the BFG pounded another punch against Brewster’s mouth, but she must’ve granted the official’s words at least a modicum of respect because she opened her hand and applied it to Adelaide’s lower face in a white-knuckle Iron Claw. Gripping her own wrist for extra leverage, Becky dug her knees into the brunette’s flanks and leeeeeeeeeeeeeeaned over to put that much more pressure on the jaw-breaking tactic. “Bite me now, you cowardly bytch.” she growled. “C’mon, let’s see how tough you are when I haven’t been through a warRRRGGGHH!”
Adelaide had been dragging her nails down Clayton’s biceps for several seconds but gave that up in favor of some enthusiastic hair-pulling that allowed her to jab a thumb in Becky’s right eye! Bex cried out and abandoned the Iron Claw while still maintaining the mount. Depth perception be damned, the Camouflage Crusher knotted her hands into a cudgel, raised them overhead and THWHUMPED a Double Axehandle against Brewster’s forehead! Clayton got up and stamped away after that, the big blonde rubbing the heel of one palm against her watering eye.
As for Adelaide, she rolled to all fours and crawled in the direction of the understandably concerned Sierra Mist. “Here.” she thrust a hand forward, offering that wrist to Brewster. “Feed! Before the chattel steadies herself.”
Adelaide shook her head ‘no’. “No need, Sierra. I’ll let the beast tire herself out before I RRRRGGGGGGHHH!”
Becky stomped over, straddled the penitent brunette’s hips and hopped up to SMECK a heavy Butt Bomb into the small of her foe’s back! “You better keep the hell away from this ring.” Clayton warned Mist as she hauled the Weeping Angel to verticality with a double handful of hair. “Because if you stick your nose in here I’ll knock it off your facAAARRRHHHHH!”
Apparently Adelaide didn’t need anything from Sierra because she already had a mouthful, as evidenced by the crimson cloud of Red Mist she spewed into her opponent’s eyes!
Becky cleared Brewster off with a shove, then turned around and stumbled away in search of some separation while she wiped the gunk from her eyes. She was still a considerable distance from safety when the Daughter of Darkness rushed in from behind and secured a tight Waistlock. No preening or posturing from Brewster, she simply sank into a deep crouch and popped her hips to THAWHAM Clayton down on the back of head and shoulders with a huge German Suplex!
Adelaide didn’t hold the bridge but she didn’t release the Waistlock either, choosing instead to clamber back to her feet with Becky still in her clutches. The second verse proved as painful as the first, Brewster dropping low to get high, the angle of her bridge sharp enough to cut through the incredulity of the FAWNatics that couldn’t quite believe they were witnessing Becky Clayton getting Suplexed out of her boots. Adelaide must’ve sensed their building disquiet because she paused to nuzzle her cheek against the side of Bex’s neck after she’d muscled her up after a second German. “Most of my adversaries are barely worth more than a drink, let alone a meal.” Adelaide licked the lobe of Clayton’s ear and smiled at the shiver of disgust that ran through the blonde’s strong frame. “But you, Rebecca. You’re more than a meal. You’re a feast. And I will luxuriate in devouring you as such.”
“Chuuuu… choke on it you cheap hhhRRRGGGGGGHHHH!”
The Queen of Nightmares took Becky up & over for her third German Suplex in less than twenty seconds and this time she released the Waistlock so the disoriented Destroyer somersaulted through the landing to finish up in a facedown sprawl.
ROLLING GERMAN SUPLEXES:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=CX29HD1A2eI
As for Adelaide, she got to her feet and fixed her attention on the hard camera as she blew out the remnants of the Red Mist in a sharp snarl. “She is as helpless as all the others!” Brewster bellowed to the jeering throng. “She may offer a more spirited chase, but in the end all of her efforts will lead back to the inescapable throat of the killing chute!”
The Spring Breakers didn’t much care for such grim prognostication and they increased the volume of their displeasure, alas this only spurred Adelaide to saunter back to Becky and haul her to a seat with a rude handful of hair.
“Off the hair, Adelaide. You know better.” Al called to his charge.
“I know not to spit in her eyes, too.” the brunette countered with a pink smile. “Didn’t stop me, did it?”
Carpenter didn’t have an answer and Brewster had no more time for chattel so she took Clayton’s left wrist in her right hand and vice versa. From there she dropped to one knee and craaaaaaaaaaaanked back on those captured limbs to draw the Straightjacket tight across Becky’s throat. The aftermath of that nauseating Mist made it difficult for the ref to determine the true shade of Clayton’s features at the moment, which was why he didn’t wait long to ask, “What do you say, Becky? Need me to call for the bell?”
The Camouflage Crusher shook her head ‘no’, an effort made considerably more difficult by the presence of her traitorous limbs. “Not a f*cking chance.” she grunted. “Cowardly bytch isn’t getting a goddamned thing out of mmmrrrrgggghhh!”
Adelaide yanked the hold back & forth half a dozen times, then reefed up on her grip so that it shifted from a Choke to a Smother. “Haven’t you been paying attention, Rebecca?” she tittered. “I’ll get EVERYTHING I want from you. And I’ll do it at my leisu--”
Clayton pivoted in place, rising from a seat to one knee. Brewster moved with her, the former World Champion sticking close to ensure her opponent couldn’t bring that impressive strength to-- the Peacekeeper powered to verticality in a single easy movement and almost assuredly would’ve prized herself free of Brewster’s grip if the Darling of the Abattoir hadn’t hopped up and jammed both knees between her foe’s shoulders. Bex was stronger than most, but not strong enough to prevent Adelaide from bringing her down hard with the Straightjacket Lungblower! She shuddered from one end to the other but still found no escape the Weeping Angel because Brewster maintained the Straightjacket and added a snug Bodyscissors!
STRAIGHTJACKET CHOKE W/ BODYSCISSORS:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=YMpzAdnpxuo
“The Red has waited a long time for this moment, chattel.” Brewster cooed to her wriggling, gasping prey. “Dream may have been unworthy of its gifts, but she still swore allegiance to the Red. You laid her low, so now I shall do the same…. and much, MUCH more, to you.”
Becky knew damned well that she shouldn’t burn unnecessary oxygen talking trash with Brewster when the brunette was trying to crush and strangle her at the same time, but there was just something about the tone of her attacker’s voice that simply wouldn’t allow her words to go unchallenged. “Druh… Dream was a lunatic, you’re flat out delusional. Probably too fargone for beating some sense into you to do any good, but that doesn’t mean I won’t EEERRRHHHH BYTCH!”
Adelaide leaned in and licked the side of Clayton’s neck before sinking her teeth into that vulnerable expanse!
“No biting Adelaide!” Carpenter warned at the first sound of Becky’s distress.
The Sanguinaire ended her snack with a gentle kiss and promise whispered in Clayton’s ear. “No flesh shall be spared, Rebecca. That includes yours.”
“You vile bytch.” Bex seethed. “You’re no bat, you’re a f*cking snakeAAARRRHHHH FAAAAAAAHK!”
Adelaide bit down on her foe’s ear this time, the sharp, blinding pain of it making Clayton kick her legs in a thrashing tattoo. The ref started a count that Brewster heeded in stages. She broke the Scissors at ‘ONE!’, set her shins against Becky’s back at ‘TWO!’ and kicked her away at ‘THREE!’ which meant the Queen of Nightmares was back on her feet and preening for the chattel without need of a ‘FOUR!’
“Strength is nothing without guidance.” Brewster told those assembled. “The soldier is aimless with no golden star on the horizon. But pain will lead her to me. And I will guide her worthless shell right into the voracious appetite that is the Red.”
“The hell… you will.”
Adelaide turned on one heel to find Clayton leaned back on her haunches with one hand pressed to the side of her neck. Fixing the penitent powerhouse with a nasty smile, Brewster beckoned her up with one crooked finger and purred, “Try getting off your knees before you say that, Clayton. It might lend your words a bit more weiGHUUFHH!”
The Peacekeeper shifted to one knee and launched herself at Adelaide with a Spear that caught her flush in the navel! But where most examples of the maneuver drove the recipient into the canvas, Becky’s lifted Brewster off her feet while simultaneously allowing the blonde to regain hers. Cinching a loop around Adelaide’s upper thighs to prevent her from slithering to safety, Clayton charged the nearest corner and doubled over at the last moment to BWUUUNG the Weeping Angel against the buckles with a gut-churning Shoulderblock!
Lips curled in a smile that couldn’t reach her eyes, Bex took hold of the second strand on either side of her rival and reared back as far as she could for the extra half dozen Shoulderblocks that slowly but surely wedged Brewster’s backside in against the middle buckle. Carpenter’s approach put an end to Clayton’s assault far sooner than she would’ve preferred, but rather than milk the zebra’s count for more Shoulderblocks she sank to one knee and helped herself to Adelaide’s legs, which she quickly draped over her shoulders. Soon as that was done she knotted her hands against Brewster’s midriff and clambered to boot-leather to prize muscle the breathless brunette from the corner to the stall position for a Powerbo--“NNNNGGGGHHH!”
The One Woman Army drove her burden spine-first into the top turnbuckle but did not release her grip. Instead she hauled Brewster back onto her shoulders and did an about-face so there was a whole lotta canvas to cover when she broke into a run! Back to back Buckle Bombs would’ve been impressive to say the least, yet Bex must’ve been more interested in testing the integrity of the canvas-sheathed plywood because the former World Champion had just crossed the halfway point when she hopped up and planted Adelaide on the deck with a Liger Bomb that THAWHAMMED throughout the whole arena. Landing with Brewster nearly folded in half by the collision, Clayton snaked her legs over the brunette’s biceps and pressed her chest tight to those upturned haunches to keep the Queen of Nightmares stacked up tight through the…
RUNNING LIGER BOMB:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=KCZzZyTjnvw
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TWO…
Adelaide twisted free of the Peacekeeper’s predicament and flopped over onto her stomach with almost a full second to spare. If Becky was disappointed by the count her expression didn’t show it. If anything she looked quite satisfied as she got to her feet and ran the ropes. Half a pass proved insufficient for the BFG, thus explaining why she headed back the way she came (skipping over Brewster in the process) to rebound off the opposite side. Another skip sent her into the ropes for a third time and ensured that the FAWNatics were fully invested when she took to the skies over Adelaide and drew herself into a crunch that ultimately stretched her out taut as a bowstring, all the better to deliver those hundred and forty-plus pounds across the small of her opponent’s back!
Brewster groaned beneath the impact but it didn’t stop her from fighting to all fours with Clayton still draped over her ba--“NGH! NGH! NGH!” Not about to let the Weeping Angel dictate terms when she was still scraping herself off the mat, Bex stretched her right arm out full length and jammed the point of that elbow into Brewster’s left flank no less than half a dozen times! “Addy want uppies?” Clayton taunted as the brunette tried to protect her fluttering midsection. “Let’s get you where you belong, honeybunch.”
“Kuuuhhh… keep your filthy hands off me, chatteHHHUURRGGHH!” The Camouflage Crusher looped her arms around Brewster’s waist and cinched them tight in a white-knuckle Gutwrench. Picking Adelaide off the canvas like she was little more than a sack of mail, Clayton turned in a circle to show off her burden, then dropped down and popped her hips to toss the brunette up and over with a huge Suplex that might’ve provided some serious air if she’d broken her grip. Somersaulting over the Sanguinaire as soon as she touched down, Bex returned to verticality with Adelaide hanging in her arms like a broken doll. Another half turn followed, Clayton making damned sure that everyone in the house for Spring Break knew she was the strongest woman in the ring before she hurled Brewster to the deck with the second Gutwrench Suplex in less than ten seconds!
ROLLING GUTWRENCH SUPLEXES:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=8YXmKDwKCLs
The residual momentum sent Adelaide tumbling dangerously close to the bottom rope, alas she wasn’t able to sneak beneath that rubber-coated threshold before Becky caught hold at ankle and wrist and draaaaaaaaagged her back to the middle of the ring. Clayton delivered a scathing overhead slap to the brunette’s tummy just because she could, got up and made a very obvious point of STEPPING on those aching abs as she broke into another sprint to the strands. No extra back and forth now, the One Woman Army leapt on her way back for another low-flying Frog Splash that THWHAMMED down on Brewster’s increasingly roiled midsection. Both legs shot up so Clayton treated herself to a double helping she converted into a Back Press that perfectly pointed Adelaide’s rump at the rafters for…
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TWO…
THRNOOOO!
Brewster kicked out and sat up, the former World Champion’s arms crisscrossed over the midsection Becky had picked out as the focus of her ire. She was doing her best to reset her internal organs when Clayton slid in behind and grabbed a wrist in each hand to pull Adelaide’s arms that much tighter in her own version of the straightjacket.
“Someone should’ve locked you up years ago.” Bex huffed as she threaded her legs around Brewster’s waist. “But since I can’t do that I’ll settle for exposing you as the sniveling, cowardly bully you’ve always been.”
“Oh my poor, misinformed soldier, if anyone is exposed tonight it will be HUUURRRGGGHH!”
The Camouflage Crusher set her palms against the mat and hoisted her butt up to secure a Bodyscissors made all the more uncomfortable by the fact that Adelaide’s hands were pinned between Clayton’s thighs and her own flanks. “Don’t ask her anything yet, Al.” Becky said when she noticed the ref drawing closer. “This one’s earned the right to sit here and wriggle for a whil--”
“False bravado is unbecoming, soldier.” Adelaide growled over the blonde as she worked to extricated her pinned arms. “Though I grant it will make your inevitable bawling submission all the more delightfuHHUUURRRRGGGHH!”
Clayton dropped back to a seat so she could hunch forward and cinch a Bear Hug around her opponent’s biceps! Hands knotted against Brewster’s sternum, Bex scrubbed her mitts back & forth across Adelaide’s chest, then sent a prolonged squeeeeeeeeeze through the bound brunette. “I’d be very careful about the next words out of your mouth, honeybunch.” Clayton said softly. “A little respect will earn you a nice, quiet trip to Nap Town. But if you keep running your mouth…” the Peacekeeper wasn’t about to lower herself to Brewster’s level by taking a chunk out of her throat, instead she gouged her chin into the side of the other woman’s neck and dragged it up and down like a miniature dagger!
Adelaide grimaced and shook her head ‘no’, either to express her disgust at the current arrangement or to keep Al Carpenter from asking a stupid question. Whatever her reasons, it only made Bex put that much more power behind the combined Scissors and Bear Hug, the One Woman Army practically thrumming in her seat as she worked to impose her will on FAWN’s Queen of Nightmares. Pressing her cheek to Adelaide’s as the pressure continued to mount, Clayton glanced to the official and chided, “You can ask her now. The quit’s coming off her in wav--”
“That’s your own failure you’re smelling, chattel.” Brewster huffed. “I’ve smelled it on you ever since that spineless way you surrendered the championship to AmarRRRRGGGGHHHH!”
Becky clamped down on everything, rolled backward and laid down on her right side to drag Adelaide into the deepest of deep waters! Noting the increasingly deep flush in his charge’s face, Al knelt beside the wrestlers and asked, “What do you say, Adelaide? Still hanging in there?”
“I’m FINE, damn you.” Brewster answered through gritted teeth. “Stop wasting your breath and leave me BEEEEERRRRGGGGGHHHH!”
Raucous cheers from those assembled when Bex shifted from patient python squeezing to ferocious Pitbull shaking! “GIVE UP!” she demanded of the flagging fatale. “You’re finished, I wanna hear you say--don’t you f*cking dare, honeybuncCHHHHEERRRRHH!”
Adelaide finally wrenched her hands out into the open, then drove her head back into Clayton’s mouth when the BFG leaned in to reapply her hooks. The impromptu Headbutt freed her from the Bear Hug but the Scissors remained stubbornly in place so Adelaide reached back over her shoulder with both hands and snatched hold of Becky’s hair. “Luuuhhhh… let go of me, you idiotic slab of bikini meaMMMMRRRGGGHH!”
With no Bear Hug to occupy her hands, Becky cupped one across the brunette’s forehead and clamped the other across her foe’s mouth. “Why don’t you make me, you mopey little nerd?” Clayton countered. “What’s that, you can’t do shyt? Guess you should just quiTOOOOOOWWW!”
Adelaide used the hair-hold to wrench Becky’s head away at a sharp angle, then halved that grip and savagely RAKED her nails across the blonde’s eyes! Voicing a loud roar as she twisted free of those damned Scissors, Brewster twisted around onto her knees and clambered into a perch on her rival’s waist so she could really set to work slashing and tearing at Becky’s face!
“Knock that off, Adelaide!” Carpenter shouted at the frenzied brunette. “ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR!”
The Darling of the Abattoir threw up both hands but didn’t relinquish her mount despite a dirty look from Al. Breathing hard after all that time spent crushed in the other wrestler’s coils, Brewster raked her hands through her hair, then hunched over and warmed Clayton’s cheek with a disrespectful Bytch Slap. “Spirited chattel, that’s all you are.” she sneered over the boos of the Howling Commandos. “But trust me, Clayton. I’ll break your spirit before we’re finishNNGGHH! RRGGGGGGHHH!”
Bex stopped the sass talk with a rough slap of her own, then reminded the brunette of her catfight credentials by clamping down on Brewster’s breasts! “Can’t you just shut the f*ck up?” Clayton snarked in the midst of kneading and mauling her foe’s bounty. “I’m so goddamned sick of wannabe super villains running their mouthNNNGGGHH-MMMRRRPPPPGGGHHH!”
Adelaide formed her fists into a Double Axehandle and pounded it into the Camouflage Crusher’s forehead with an audible THUNK! Becky’s grip loosened enough for Brewster to simply shrug it off before she slipped the thumb, index and middle fingers of both hands into the sides of her foe’s mouth for an ungodly fishhooking! Clayton thrashed and gurgled around the intruding fingers, her heels smashing a frantic beat against the mat as she tried to prize the brunette’s hands away!
No one could fault Becky’s efforts but they all came to naught until Al hurried over and ordered, “Get your fingers out of her mouth, Adelaide! And break that mount too! ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR!”
The Weeping Angel slipped those hooks loose with a flourish and earned a cheer from the reprobates in section 1408 by turning those raised middle fingers on the scowling zebra. Rising to her full height without so much as a word, Brewster stomped on Clayton’s gulping tummy so she didn’t have to reach down as far to catch her hair when the blonde sat up. Trading the hair-hold for a Wristlock when Becky was vertical again, Adelaide took a big step back, dropped a shoulder and-- “NNNGGHHH!” The One Woman Army lunged forward half a heartbeat ahead of the Irish Whip and THUNKED a Headbutt between Brewster’s eyes!
“Nice try, honeybunch.” Becky grabbed her own Wristlock before the brunette could stumble away. “But it’ll take a lot more than grubby fingers to beat me.” With that she shouldered the woozy wrestler back on her heels, then slung her into the strands with an Irish Whip. Posting up in the center of the ring to await her foe’s return, Becky spread her arms wide and leaned right, all the better to draw the Queen of Nightmares into a Gutwrench that spun her through two hundred and seventy nauseating degrNOOOO!
Adelaide twisted loose of the would-be slam to land directly in front of the Camouflage Crusher. A Toe Kick to the gut doubled Clayton over and one to the Forehead rocked her back on her heels, thus allowing Brewster to whip through a full rotation en route to THWHACKING Bex across the jaw with a Rolling Elbow! Clayton reeled on the spot, dropped to one knee then got up just in time to catch a quick Switchblade Kick to the side of her head!
ROLLING ELBOW & SWITCHBLADE KICK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=HSG6hmx2TGw
The blow pitched Becky sideways in a drunken lurch that left her hung-up chest first in the ro--“AAAAWWWWWW GAAAAAAAAAAAWD!” Adelaide pressed in against the blonde’s back, snatched a handful of hair and her right shoulder and wrenched her head to the left so she could BITE down on her opponent’s neck! “ROPES!” Becky yowled. “GET OFFA ME BYTCH, I’M IN THE ROPNGH! NGH! NGH!”
Brewster hooked Clayton’s left arm in a Half Nelson and backpedaled away from the ropes to shut her foe’s mouth. At least about the break anyway, Becky still made plenty of noise when the Queen of Nightmares resumed gnawing on her neck. “Get your goddamned teeth OFFA ME!“ Becky made the most of her otherwise neutralized arm by burying that hand in Adelaide’s hair. Brewster answered with a taunting smooch to the traumatized flesh, then bit down harder than ever!
This earned her another round of ruthless hair-pulling from the blonde and stern rebuke from Al Carpenter. “Enough of that catty crap!” he demanded. “Break it up and let’s finish this clean! ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR!”
Adelaide abandoned her jugular snack in favor of dragging the nails on her right hand directly across the former World Champion’s face. Cinching that arm around Clayton’s waist in direct defiance of the official’s warning, Brewster wrenched her head free of Bex’s grip at the cost of some hair, then dipped low and snapped off a mean-spirited bridge that THWHAMMED the Destroyer down on the back of her head and shoulders. Folded up nice and tight in the wake of the Half Nelson Suplex, Becky offered no hope to the Howling Commandos as they tallied off a dispirited…
HALF NELSON SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=cgP3ONHfcHM
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TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO!
Clayton kicked out as Al’s hand was coming down for ‘THREE’ to escape defeat by the slimmest of margins! Seated beside her woozy adversary, Adelaide grabbed Becky by the scruff of the neck and lifted her head off the mat so she could brush some loose hair off her cheeks. “Not quite drained, are we? I knew you would make a particularly hearty repast.”
“Duuuuhhhhh… don’t kid yourself, bytch.” The Peacekeeper didn’t have the energy to get Brewster’s talon out of her hair so she focused on fighting to all fours instead. “You may suck harder than anyone else on this roster, but not even you suck enough to drain HHHRRRRGGHH!”
Brewster got to her feet, set her right knee against the back of the blonde’s noggin and dropped to the canvas to THWHUNK Clayton’s forehead offa the thinly-sheathed plywood. Heavens, the head trauma must be kicking in.” Brewster muttered. “I’d have expected far better trash talk from a member of our Armed Forces. But fear not, if you can’t curse like a soldier you can at least shriek like a civilian.”
Happy to encourage Becky with this new goal, she double down on the hair-hold and SMASHED the blonde’s features against the mat en route to draaaaaaaaagging her head back & forth like she was trying to remove a particularly stubborn stain! Bex did indeed scream, quite a bit longer than she would’ve preferred, but Al was still quite close to the action and he didn’t bother burning precious seconds to request Adelaide change her tactics. “ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR!”
The Weeping Angel dropped Clayton’s head in a show of disdain made all the more evident by the way she plucked a few loose strands from her palms. Helping herself to the blonde’s ears once her hands were properly cleaned, Brewster rose to her full height and dragged Clayton up alongside. A Kneelift to the navel almost put the Camouflage Crusher on her knees, but Adelaide caught a Front Facelock to keep her at least partially upright. “Seems you suck more than enough for the both of us, soldier.” Brewster chided after she slung the other wrestler’s near arm across her shoulders. “This is hardly a complaint, mind you. Diminished talent does not mean diminished flavor. In fact I’d say you taste as good as you ever RGH! RGH! RGH!”
Hopeful roars from the FAWNatics when Bex balled her free hand into a fist and pounded half a dozen shots into her tormentor’s firm midsection! A Waistlock followed and Clayton powered her rival off the deck to charge the nearest corner where she’d presumably smash Brewster into the buckles until gaining her free--“EEERRRRHHH!”
Not about to cede control so easily, Adelaide hooked her free hand around Clayton’s waistband and yanked back and forth the blonde was forced to return her to terra firma! Breaking Becky’s grip with a few heavy Overhand Forearm Smashes to the Destroyer’s upper back, the Daughter of Darkness tossed Becky’s arm across her shoulders again, then muscled her up and clambered forward until she was able to set her burden’s shins atop the second strand. A few steps backward left Clayton in the role of a sinister suspension bridge, the blonde hanging by her ankles at one end and a Front Facelock at the oth--THWHUMP! Brewster spun under her prey and laid out flat to drop Becky full force on the back of her head and shoulders!
ROPE HUNG NECKBREAKER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=YRQGAS4BdeA
The Neckbreaker was suitably vile though it left the BFG’s boots a little too close to the ropes, so Adelaide procured both wrists and draaaaaaaaaaagged her into the center of the ring. Knees splayed on either side of her foe’s head, the Darling of the Abattoir pressed her hands to Bex’s shoulders and flipped the hair out of her eyes while Al and the Spring Breakers counted out…
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TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO!
It was a domineering cover that would’ve been a highlight in an already storied career IF Clayton hadn’t wrenched her right shoulder clear of the canvas at the last possible second. Ultimately it proved little more than an exhilarating near-fall, albeit one that seemed to herald doom for the newest former FAWN World Champion. Snatching hold of the Peacekeeper’s right wrist even as Bex was struggling to a seat, Brewster yanked the limb snug across opposing throat, then drove a few quick elbows into the crown of Becky’s skull to keep her suitably docile while she forced her to stand.
“Don’t fret soldier, this feast is far from over.” Adelaide cooed in her blonde’s ear. “But I do believe it’s time we moved on to the next course.” On that troubling note she dipped her knees and slipped her free arm through Clayton’s strong stems to hoist the prone powerhouse onto her shoulders for Blood & Black NO!
Becky somersaulted off the brunette’s shoulders to land in a deep crouch directly on Brewster’s six! Adelaide whipped ‘round with claws already bared but they’d barely tickled Clayton’s battle-damp hair when the Army of One THWHONKED a Headbutt into her sternum!
HEADBUTT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=L689fn6NjjA
Brewster stepped in fencepost holes, her legs almost giving out in the wake of that debilitating shot. Yet the Queen of Nightmares was made of sterner stuff and she regained her footing just in time for Becky to grab hold of a wrist. “Guuuhhh… get your hands off me, chatt--” Adelaide didn’t get to finish the demand before Clayton dropped a shoulder and yanked her into an Irish-- Bex stepped in, welcoming Brewster with open arms that clamped down on her in a Gutwrench, the Camouflage Crusher spinning her rival up, over and down, Adelaide coughing out a nauseated grunt as she THWHUMPED down atop the blonde’s spring tanned thigh.
TILT-A-WHIRL GUTBUSTER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=R0WdEt-uvws
She should’ve jounced free of Clayton’s encroaching knee, but she did not because Becky crooked her left arm over the other woman’s lower back. “Biting’s a nasty habit, honeybunch.” Bex told Adelaide over the growing rumble of the capacity crowd. “One that your parents should’ve spanked out of you years ago. Since they didn’t,” Clayton raised her right hand and brought it down with a soft ‘whick’ that was completely obscured by the crisp ‘SMACK!’ of palms on buttock, “I guess it falls to me.”
“You ridiculous, preening BYTCH!” Brewster fought like a wildcat to escape the humbling predicament, but the Gutbuster had rendered her breathless and weak and she could do little more than scrape claws across the canvas. “Release me this instant or I promise you’ll pay in blooNNGGGHH! NNNGGGHH! NNNNGGGHHH!”
Far more impressed by the roar of the crowd than her opponent’s wheedling threats, Clayton brought her hand right hand down over and over and over again in a domineering display of derriere devastation that’d never been visited upon the feared brunette! Turned out that Brewster’s buns spanked as well as any other, a fact Becky brought to light through no less than two dozen cheek-searing swats. Only slowing the barrage when Brewster’s cheeks bore clear impressions of her paddlin’ palm, Clayton planted a smooch against her fingertips, raised that hand to the rafters and brought it down on the brunette’s bum with a final resounding SLAP!
Adelaide hissed like a wet cat but still couldn’t wrest free of the BFG’s strong grasp. “C’mon ref!” Sierra slammed a fist against the apron to emphasize her point. “Make her break the grip! No, not like THAT!”
More than willing to trade prurient percussion for pure power, Becky reapplied the Gutwrench, clambered to boot-leather, flipped Adelaide up ‘n over and dropped to her knees to THWHAM the Daughter of Darkness down flat on her back with a devastating Powerbomb! Up on tiptoes as soon as the maneuver connected, Becky folded Adelaide like a Matchbook to keep her shoulders glued to the mat for…
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TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO!
GUTWRENCH POWERBOMB:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=ljuxKNknnnM
Brewster twisted a shoulder clear of the canvas and tumbled to one side, leaving a frustrated Clayton show three fingers to Al Carpenter. “C’mon Al, she was down.”
“She was.” he agreed. “Just not for three. Keep at it, Bex.”
The Peacekeeper nodded understanding as she grabbed Adelaide by the scruff of the neck. “C’mon you candy-ass. Get up and fight.”
“Yuuuhh… you are going to suffer for this indignity.” Brewster promised as she began to rise. “Ask your friend the Raven what happens to chattel that cross meHHHRRRGGGGHH!”
Becky drew Adelaide in chest-to-chest, snaked her arms around the brunette’s torso and bore down with a rib-cracking Bear Hug! “She told me all about you, honeybunch.” Clayton lifted Brewster onto tiptoes, all the better to shake her back and forth. “How you’re a master manipulator, a gleeful sadist and arguably the most dangerous woman she’s faced.” Trailing off as she cupped her own elbows to apply even more pressure, Becky treated the wheezing wrestler to another prolonged constriction before she leaned in to murmur, “The only thing she didn’t tell me? How great it would feel to SPANK your vicious ass in front of all these peopAAAAARRRRRHHHHHH!”
Adelaide couldn’t power free of the Bear Hug so she treated herself to yet another taste of the Camouflage Crusher’s neck!
“Biting!” Clayton groaned through clenched teeth, her pretty features etched with pain. “SHE’S BITING!”
Al had already guessed as much by nothing but the tone and volume of Becky’s wail, thus his quick arrival at the action. “No more, Adelaide! ONE! TWO! THREE! FOWHOAH!” Al had to dive out of the way when the Weeping Angel drew back and blew a cloud of Red Mist in his direction!
Damned if his dodge didn’t earn a loud roar from the FAWNatics, unfortunately it also meant he was out of position when Brewster palmed Becky’s head in her hands and spat the last of the arterial spew directly into her eyes! Bellowing with primal delight as she tore free of Clayton’s grip, Adelaide snatched the blonde’s left wrist when she tried to swipe at her face and folded it behind her head in an upside down Hammerlock.
“TEAR HER HEART OUT!” Sierra shrieked from the outside. “TEAR HER HEART OUT, ADELAIDE!” Such an act of violence was a bit more final than even Brewster preferred, though it didn’t stop her from THUMPING not one, not two, but three merciless Heart Punches into the swell of her opponent’s left breast!
HEART PUNCH:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=zj7va8Fq_wA
Becky’s legs gave way and she crumpled to her knees despite the torque of the Hammerlock, so Brewster switched over to a hair-hold and dragged the Peacekeeper into a Standing Headscissors. Adding a Waistlock before Clayton could recover her senses, Adelaide dipped her knees and lifted / spun the other wrestler up so that the small of her back was resting against the ball of Adelaide’s right shoulder. Carefully transitioning her grip from Waistlock to Chinlock, the Darling of the Abattoir kicked her legs forward and laid out full length to THWHAM Becky down on back of her head and shoulders!
RED MOON'S ZENITH:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=b6Sd6tqdeLY
Caught beneath the merciless glow of the Red Moon’s Zenith, Clayton bounced up and slopped onto shoulder and hip looking less like a top tier talent and more like someone who thrown from a car accident.
Beside her, Adelaide Brewster rolled to one knee and made a very gently adjustment to her spank-rumpled briefs. “I promised you would pay for such brazen insolence, soldier.” the brunette hissed to her vulnerable adversary. “Now, at the hour of rending, it’s time you understood that I am a woman of my word.”
“Doooo… don’t you ever shut up?” the One Woman Army groaned as she fought to all fours. “Guess I should’ve spanked you a little hardNNNGGGHHH!”
Adelaide buried both hands in the blonde’s hair, hauled her onto her knees and DROVE her into the mat face-first! “My voice cannot be silenced. My appetite cannot be sated. Certainly not by the likes of you.” the Weeping Angel explained to her prey as she got to her feet and forced Becky to do the same. Switching from her hair-hold to a stern grip on the other woman’s right wrist, Adelaide swept around behind Clayton and drew that arm snug to her neck. With the figurative blade to Becky’s throat, Brewster dropped a shoulder and worked her free arm between the Peacekeeper’s legs to muscle her up onto the sacrificial altar of her shoulders. Turning in a slow circle as the Howling Commandos lived up to their name with a concerned wail, Adelaide bared her teeth for all to see, then kicked both legs forward and laid out on her left hip to THAWHUNK Clayton flat on the back of her head and shoulders.
BLOOD & BLACK LACE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=ggQhjXPD_fA
Sprawled out flat on her face in the wake of Blood & Black Lace, Becky Clayton didn’t even sigh when Brewster turned her over with a Half Nelson, though the contented little smirk on the brunette’s lips suggested the blonde snuffled some sort of exhalation when Adelaide swung a leg over and sat down on her face. Grinning wider than ever as the jeers rose to a crescendo, Brewster took hold of the blonde’s wrists and crossed them over Bex’s slowly rising chest to prove there was nothing premature about this burial.
ONE…
TWO…
THREE!
The bell sounded an end to the match, but the Queen of Nightmares made no move to relinquish her mount. Instead she threw back her head and bared her teeth when the Announcer confirmed, “Ladies and gentlemen, your winner via pin-fall… ADELAIDE BREWSTER!”
Disappointed, but not entirely surprised to discover the victrix was still mounted atop her foe’s features, Al strode over and offered her a hand. “Come on Adelaide, get up and take your la--”
“Don’t touch her.” Sierra interposed herself between the official and her rescuer. “You haven’t earned the right.”
“It’s alright, Sierra.” Brewster said softly. “He’s just trying to do his job in trying to preserve the last of my little tin soldier’s dignity. Alas, the effort was doomed to failure the instant this chattel dared treat me like the rest of the slatterns she fashions opponents.” Adelaide slid to one side, set down on one knee and rolled Becky onto her stomach so she could muscle the big blonde up over her posted thigh. “Sierra, your belt, if you would be so kind.”
“That’s hardly necessary, Adelaide.” Carpenter spoke over the growing rumble of the crowd. “You’ve proved your point, there’s no need to--”
“There is EVERY need.” Brewster growled. “She embarrassed me, she will pay the price for doing so. Now, you can either share her fate, or you can ensure she can sleep somewhere other than her stomach in less than a week by helping me mete out a little corporal punishment. I believe ten strokes is traditional, wouldn’t you agree?”
Al looked from Brewster to Mist to the ramp and back again, the lanky ref knowing full well what sort of damage the brunettes could inflict before reinforcements arrived. Swallowing a lump in his throat, he croaked, “Ten. Then it’s over.”
“Oh, I highly doubt it’s over.” Adelaide smiled as she wrapped a length of Sierra’s belt around her fist. “But it will be finished for tonight, of that I am certain.”
Carpenter said nothing to that, so the Weeping Angel raised that hand high and-- CRAAACK!
“AAAAAHHHHHH!” The lash of leather on skin roused Clayton to a hellish reality, the wide-eyed battler glancing around like someone who’d woke from a nightmare only to discover the nightmare all around them. Shaking her head ‘no’ as Sierra chirped “ONE!”, Becky hissed, “You crazy bytch, what the f*ck do you think you’re do--” CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!
“TWO! THREE! FOUR!” Mist giggled as her benefactor continued the wicked work.
“What am I doing, soldier?” Brewster cooed. “I’m teaching you a lesson in escalation!”
“Nuuuhhhh… no you’re not.” Clayton was fighting, but she was still exhausted and the hateful shots laid across her glutes weren’t helping. “You’re just signing your life AAAWWWWW GAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH DAMMIT!”
CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!
“FIVE! SIX! SEVEN! EIGHT! NINE….” Sierra trailed off in expectant silence as Adelaide hoisted the belt one more--CRAAAAAACK!
“And that makes ten.” Brewster set her hands at shoulder and hip and removed Clayton from her knee with a rude shove.
The Peacekeeper rolled away at once, her progress almost grinding to a halt whenever her belted-backside touched the rough canvas. Biting her bottom lip bloody to hold in a scream when she stopped in a facedown heap, Becky couldn’t quite stifle a groan once Adelaide planted a boot on her scorched cheeks. “Don’t think this banquet is over, chattel.” Brewster said to the quivering blonde. “There are still MANY courses left before us, all of them far more delightful than tonight’s amuse bouche.”
Becky Clayton wanted, NEEDED to tell Adelaide off, but she simply didn’t trust her voice not to quiver, so she continued to hold her tongue until the brunette removed her boot and strolled out of the ring.
Only then did she allow herself to put one hand to her glutes.
Only then did she allow the soft sob to escape her throat.