Post by hawkeye on Jul 5, 2021 14:44:41 GMT
“Ladies and gentlemen,” the Announcer spoke to the crowd during a lull in the general cacophony, “please join me in welcoming, Anciline de Cyr!”
Often quite amenable to this fellow’s requests, those assembled for Summer Swelter did the exact opposite instead, though they did possess just enough decorum to stand before slinging an ugly combination of scorn, derision and vitriol toward the stage. Alas, their massed hatred had the same effect as spitballs shot at a battleship, as they learned when the woman in question strode into view without the slightest hint of concern. Slowing to a stop in the center of the stage, Anciline arched an eyebrow and glanced around the arena like she was observing the antics of some poorly-raised children, or perhaps exceptionally well-trained farm animals.
ANCILINE DE CYR:
Dismissing them from her thoughts with no discernable change in expression, the FAWN executive and former World Champion started down the aisle to the ring with her nose ever so slightly upturned. While not dressed for battle de Cyr still cut an impressive figure accentuated by a long sleeved, fog gray slim-fit blouse and an equally flattering black pencil skirt that ended two inches above the knee.
Mounting the steps without once drawing within reach of the detestable Orlando throng, de Cyr waited on the apron until Al Carpenter took a seat on the second rope to allow her proper passage. From there she approached the Announcer and laid claim to his microphone.
“Good evening ladies and gentlemen.” Anciline’s tone suggested she meant this in the loosest possible terms. “We have reached a point in the night’s events where it is customary to ask how you are enjoying the show so far, but I will dispense with this formality because I do not have to ask. I know you’re enjoying the show because it is MY creation and my creations are without peer.”
The crowd cheered, then jeered, presumably because they couldn’t stand agreeing with anything to come out of de Cyr’s mouth.
Ignoring them as so much meaningless babble, Anciline continued. “Nevertheless, there is always a possibility for improvement and as of this moment all of your banal little lives will record a marked turn for the better. Introducing first, hailing from Marseilles, France, she stands at five feet five inches and weighs in at one hundred and thirty-four pounds, she is KATHRYN de CHEVALIER!”
LA GRENADE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=85m-Qgo9_nE
Over the pulse of a guitar and Clara Luciani’s ‘La Grenade‘, the curtain parted, and the aristocrat in the ring was joined by a phenom atop the ramp. Patently unimpressed even before she made her presence known, Kathryn managed to look even more disgusted after mere heartbeats among the FAWNatics. As per usual the French ingénue was dressed for battle, her flawless, porcelain skin standing in stark contrast to the black fightin’ two piece that hugged her curvaceous frame, the bottoms tied at her hips, and a web of lacing across her bust connecting one cup to the other, while still offering the most tantalizing view of the considerable cleavage behind those laces. From her fingertips to a little beyond each elbow stretched elegant, dark red, nylon opera gloves, while a set of stockings of the same material and color rose to mid thigh, garters connecting them to her briefs. To complete her look, she sported a pair of black leather ankle boots, not at all unlike the sort of footwear de Cyr favored during her reign of terror.
KATHRYN DE CHEVALIER:
Already bored of the rabble that made up her domain, de Chevalier strode down the ramp toward her personal throne room: the ring. Those on the aisle made it their point to focus all of their vim and venom on Anciline’s protégé and to their credit it was in fact very, very loud. But sheer volume wasn’t nearly enough to faze the stoic blonde. If anything she looked slightly bored on the journey from the stage to the steps. It wasn’t until she reached the apron that Kathryn’s green eyes began to spark, her quick, darting gaze evocative of a cat trying to pick out all the places the mouse might try to run and hide before it was inevitably caught… and devoured.
Whereas Algernon had welcomed Anciline, Anciline welcomed Kathryn, the older Frenchwoman bidding her charge enter only once she’d properly parted the strands. Strolling to the far corner, de Chevalier mounted the middle rope and put her hands on her hips while she looked for some sign of hope amidst all the filth. After a long moment she spoke a single word. <“Kneel.”>
They did not. This did not surprise Kathryn in the slightest, though it was still most disappointing. Rewarding their insolence with a taste of things to come, Madam Guillotine tipped her head backward, raised her right hand and drew that index finger across the exposed curve of her throat.
Once again in charge of the microphone (now that Anciline had graciously returned it) the Announcer went on. “And introducing her opponent, hailing from Stillwater Minnesota, she stands at five feet five inches tall and weighs in tonight at one hundred and thirty-five pounds. They call her the Sweet Disaster, this is BRIDGET STROUD!”
BE LEGENDARY:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Kmidz2s4scM
The Sweltering crowd sprang to their feet when the lights went purple and a dozen spotlights played over that mass of humanity. Then the speakers offered up Pop Evil’s ‘Be Legendary’ and the ‘tron showed selections from Stroud’s increasingly impressive highlight reel interspersed with footage from her rock climbing career. The chaotic sweep of lights continued through most of the first verse, though their pace seemed to increase as the sound system roared:
Our name in stone, forever more.
We want more!
We want more!
We want more!
BRIDGET STROUD:
The spots honed in on the entryway with the third recitation and Bridget exploded through the curtain, the former rock-climber turned indy wrestling darling turned meteoric FAWN star skidding to a stop at the top of the stage just to throw her arms up for a brawny double bicep flex. Chants of ‘SWEET DIS-AS-TER!’ rang out at once, a building roar crafted by fans of her indy stint as well as the new fans she’d made during the last two years.
Showing no yips or jitters heading into a bout with one of the most lauded new names in recent memory, Minnesota Wild pumped a fist for the FAWNatics, then pivoted ‘round on one heel and swung her hips in time to their chant while pointing to the purple ‘Sweet Disaster’ insignia stretched across her white briefs.
Another about-face followed shortly thereafter and the copper-skinned brunette hardbody took off down the ramp, Bridget going with arms outstretched in stark contrast to the haughty disgust shown by her adversary. For tonight’s battle, Stroud wore the aforementioned white trunks, a halter-style bikini top with one cup done in matching white and the other in a spangly purple, purple and white armbands that crisscrossed at bicep and forearm to meet at wrist and shoulder, white pads with a purple splatter pattern and purple wrestling boots that ended a few inches shy of her knees. A study in frenetic energy the entire way to ringside, Bridget made a high-speed circuit of the front row, then leapt to the apron to the top rope and stayed there for a several seconds to bask in the roar of the crowd. Once she hopped down Stroud jogged over to Al and offered her elbows and knees for final inspection.
“Looks like I’ve already pissed off the exchange student.” Bridget joked of the blonde sneering at her from the far corner.
“Don’t take it personal, she doesn’t like anyone.”
“Oh, I won’t. You think she’ll take it personally when I stack her up for the one, two, three?”
“Almost assuredly.”
“Perfect.”
Anciline paused at the sound of the bell, then leaned in and put a hand to Kathryn’s ear before murmuring one last bit of strategy. De Chevalier nodded slightly, but didn’t take her eyes off Bridget, who returned the Frenchwoman’s gaze with equal intensity. Holding steady in the opposite corner until the former World Champion retreated to the floor, Stroud clapped a few times to rally the FAWNatics, thus ensuring she strode to the center of the ring accompanied by plenty of support.
“C’mon girl.” Bridget urged the blonde to her with crooked, beckoning fingers. “I’ve heard all the hype, let’s see what you’ve got.”
Kathryn sniffed, rolled her shoulders and gave the top rope a testing tug before deigning to make her way toward the brunette. Stroud kept a close eye on de Chevalier’s approach, the Beautiful Disaster understandably wary of anyone trained by Anciline de Cyr. Her concern seemed to be unfounded as Kathryn closed to grappling distance with no sign of duplicity. Quite eager to test her strength against the French import’s, Bridget raised her right hand overhead for a Test of Str-- de Chevalier spun around and headed toward the ropes, motioning for Anciline to join her on the apron.
Bridget took a deep breath and let it out slow, so as not to rise to the blonde’s snide bait. As for Kathryn, she exchanged words with de Cyr in rapid French while repeatedly sweeping a hand in Stroud’s direction. Stroud let it continue for several seconds before she cleared her throat and called out, “Do we need to reschedule, princess?”
Kathryn glared in her direction, skewering the American with dark, narrowed eyes. <“Do you mind, pig? We were talking.”>
Stroud didn’t understand French, but there was no mistaking the derision in her opponent’s tone. “Get your ass out here right now. Or I’ll come over there. And you won’t like it.”
De Chevalier scoffed, rolled her eyes and started toward the brunette for the second time in as many minutes. Feet already set, Bridget lifted her right hand again to make sure there was no mistaking her challenge. “Got some championship ‘tude on you, babe.” Stroud admitted. “But do you have the skills to back it NNNGGGHH!”
Kathryn reached to meet the Test of Strength only to swivel Bridget’s head with a rough pie-face! <“Pigs do not speak unless spoken to.”> de Chevalier snapped over the ‘ooohh’ of the crowd. <“Do you understand, p-”>
CRACK!
Stroud slapped the taste out of Kathryn’s mouth, then snatched a handful of hair and yanked her down into a grinding Side Headlock. “What’s wrong, Kathy? Disrespect got you a little hot?” Bridget taunted as she tried to crush the blonde’s noggin between her right hip and bicep. “Maybe you should try taking some of the brass out of your voice before you mouth--”
De Chevalier backed her opponent into the ropes, but rather than ask for a break she bounced out and shoved Minnesota Wild awaNOOOO! Bridget went up on tiptoe, skidded to a stop, then dropped to her butt, which forced Kathryn down onto her stomach in what was almost a slow motion Bulldog. Furious over the shabby treatment, de Chevalier fought to wrench free of the Headlock and when she couldn’t she curled her left hand into a talon and draaaaaaaaagged it from Stroud’s left knee to her hip almost half a dozen times! <“Release me, bitch!”> she spat. <“Get your filthy hands off of meOOOOOOOWW!”>
More than willing to answer Kathryn’s cattiness in kind, Bridget halved the Headlock, filled her left hand with the blonde’s hair and pulled for all she was worth! “That’s rather blatant disregard for the rules, wouldn’t you agree, Mr. Carpenter?” Anciline asked the ref, her disapproval unmistakable.
Al refrained from rolling his eyes because he did agree with the executive, though he made a point to walk over to the action before saying, “All right Bridget, let go of her--”
‘Hair’ never got verbalized because de Chevalier looped her arms around the brunette’s waist and rolled onto her back, which in turn rolled Stroud onto her shoulders in a pinning predicament good for…
ONE…
TWO…
Bridget popped her hips to return to a seat and from there she seamlessly transitioned into an S-grip secured directly beneath the blonde’s nose! Planting her heels, Sweet Disaster pulled up and craaaaaaaaaaaaanked back on the Crossface!
“RRRRRRRGGGGGHHHH!” Kathryn thrashed wildly, her left hand slapping and clawing at the brunette’s midsection while her right prized at her attacker’s right wrist.
Bridget shook her head ‘no’ and scraped her knuckles back and forth across de Chevalier’s mouth and nose, then snarled, “Having some trouble, Kathy? Tap out if you can’t hangWHOOOAAAH!”
De Chevalier went back to the Waistlock and rolled Stroud onto her shoulders and-- Stroud lent her own momentum to Kathryn’s to send both wrestlers tumbling through with the Crossface still in pla-- applause from Anciline when de Chevalier slid a knee into place beneath her torso and clambered to one knee. Switching back to the Side Headlock as soon as she realized the Frenchwoman was going to regain her footing, Bridget poured on the strain with the hopes of growing a little cauliflower in de Chevalier’s ears--“SNNNGGHHH!”
Kathryn pounded a few punches into the small of Stroud’s back, then snatched a handful of her purple waistband and raised it by six inches or more with a single tug! Forced onto tiptoe by the wedgie, Bridget couldn’t stop de Chevalier from bum rushing her into the nearest corner. Stuffing the American battler in against the buckles, Kathryn slipped a foot over the bottom rope while and called, <“Ropes! Make this idiot break, I am in the ropes!”> while continuing to saw her opponent’s trunks higher and deeper.
“She’s requesting a rope break, for the monolingual among us.” de Cyr told Carpenter as he hurried to the corner.
“Thanks Anci, I’m on it.” the official replied with just enough sass to earn a sniff from the executive. To Stroud, “Ok Bridget, she’s in the ropes. Let’s have a clean break, ok?”
Bridget gave him a grim look, followed it with another powerful pulse of the Headlock. “Get her off my trunks and we’ll talk.” You too, Kathryn.” Carpenter tapped the blonde’s wrist with two fingers to get around the ‘language barrier’. “Let go so we can have a clean brea--”
<“Keep your unworthy hands to yourself, idiot.”> de Chevalier sneered even as she tried to transform Bridget’s briefs into a thong.
This earned her another temple-crushing squeeze from Stroud and a sigh from Al who raised his hand and called out, “ONE… TWO… THREE… FOUR!”
Blonde and brunette released their respective holds at the same time, each wrestler raising their hands to shoulder level to confirm the break. Eyes locked, Kathryn and Bridget didn’t so much as twitch until the ref slipped a hand between them and eased Stroud back a step or-- de Chevalier thrust her chest into Bridget’s to force her back against the buckles. <“Savor this moment, pig.”> Kathryn cooed. <“It will be the last taste of self respect you’ll everNNNGGGHH!”> Stroud caught her with a quick Backhand but didn’t get to savor the moment because de Chevalier CLAPPED her with a Forehand and immediately filled her hands with the brunette’s hair. <“YOU WILL LEARN YOUR PLACE!”> she shrieked in Bridget’s face. <“YOU WILL LICK MY BOOTSNNNNRRRRHH!”>
Bridget pumped a Kneelift into de Chevalier’s belly, cupped one hand against the back of the blonde’s skull and ‘smecked’ her other hand atop Kathryn’s face for a white-knuckled Iron Claw! Twisting ‘round in a half circle that put de Chevalier’s glutes against the middle buckle, Bridget mounted the bottom rope and squeeeeeeeeeeeezed.
“ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR! BREAK IT, NOW!” Stroud released her grip and was immediately shoved clear of the ropes by the furious blonde! Give Carpenter credit, he stepped between his charges in a game effort to regain control of the contest only to curse aloud when de Chevalier juked around him to get at Bridget.
“Give them room, Mr. Carpenter.” Anciline murmured when Al started to move in again. “There’s no real bucking of the rules to be found here, simply a spirited setting of terms.”
Al would’ve told any other manager to kick rocks, but de Cyr was an executive as well so he cleared his throat and called out, “Follow my commands at all times, ladies! And keep out of each other’s hair!” Bridget and Kathryn heard this only vaguely, they were too busy pushing at one another with a Collar & Elbow Lock-Up which was really just an excuse to aggressively mash palm into her opponent’s mouth.
Infuriated by the American’s insolence, de Chevalier filled her other hand with the brunette’s hair and wrenched her head back to get a better angle on the quick SLAPS she rained down on Stroud’s cheek. <“You are no equal of mine.”> Kathryn explained in the midst of her taunting attack. <“You barely qualify as competitGGGRRRHHH!”>
Bridget interrupted with a slap of her own, then reapplied the Iron Claw, Minnesota Wild making a point to drive the heel of her palm into the blonde’s nose. “Wuuuhhh… wouldn’t usually apply the claw this early.” Stroud huffed. “But it’s the only thing that makes your snotty face even sort of tolerOOOOOWWWW BITING! SHE’S BITING!”
Carpenter didn’t need a lengthy perusal to confirm this was true, as de Chevalier was enthusiastically gnawing on the soft flesh between Bridget’s thumb and index finger. Knowing full well that polite requests did nothing, the zebra barked, “ONE… TWO… THREE… FO--”
A sudden yelp from Stroud drew Al’s attention in her direction, his reflexes quick enough to observe the former rock climber stumbling away with one hand pressed to her left eye. “Hey, keep off her eyes, Kathryn!” he warned the Frenchwoman. “You know better!”
<“I have no idea what you mean and I absolutely do not appreciate your tone.”> de Chevalier huffed as she stalked after the retreating wrestler. Throwing her left arm around the back of Bridget’s neck, she pulled her forward and down only to put her up on tiptoe with a European Uppercut that CRACKED! off Stroud’s chin!
EUROPEAN UPPERCUT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=tPVDuK2gdtM
Kathryn slapped her mouth on general principle, then grabbed hold of a wrist and slung her brunette into a corner on the far side of the ring. Anciline urged her protégé to keep the pressure on, not that de Chevalier needed additional prompting. Heading to the opposite corner the instant Bridget was out of her grasp, Kathryn hopped onto the middle buckle and pushed off, the blonde twisting ‘round in midair to hit the ground in a dead sprint. Across the canvas in the blink of an eye, de Chevalier took to the skies and THWHAMMED every bit of her sixty-one kilos against Bridget’s slack frame in a tummy on tits (and tits on face) Avalanche Splash!
AVALANCHE SPLASH:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=4vrgybkESEo
<“Is your inferiority coming into focus?”> Kathryn teased the gasping battler. <“Please, allow me to improve your clarity.”> She snatched Stroud’s wrist, took a giant step backward and dropped her hips to sling her prey across the ring with an Irish Whip. Bridget landed with a heavy buckles-to-back BWUNG! so de Chevalier set off after her for another sternum-crunching Avalanc--“NNNNGGGHH!”
Stroud got her feet up and slammed a Mule Kick into the blonde’s vaunted chest! Kathryn shot backward, landed flat and somersaulted onto one knee while Bridget slipped between the top and middle ropes to climb to the top turnbuckle from the apron. She’d just settled into a crouch when de Chevalier rushed in and tagged Sweet Disaster’s chin with another European Uppercut! Stuffing one hand into the bit of Stroud’s stomach while the other cupped the nape of her neck, Kathryn pulled away from the corner and brought Bridget along for the ride via a huge Body Slam that THAWHAMMED her down flat near the middle of the ring!
Jaw clenched in the aftermath of that ugly landing, Stroud sat up and pressed a supportive hand to the small of her back. Understandably preoccupied by her aches and pains, she didn’t notice the patter of boots passing on her right Sweet Disaster did register the warning babble from the FAWNatics. Raising her head without really thinking about it, Bridget paid a steep price when de Chevalier lashed out with a low kick that THWHUNKED between her eyes!
BASEMENT BIG BOOT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=-LJ9msoZY7E
<“Trash!”> Kathryn sneered to the hard camera after she’d strolled over to the ropes. <“The girl is nothing but trash!”>
Anciline made sure to nod agreement before she added an assessment of her own. <“But she’s also tenacious trash, Kathryn. Continue the punishment. Humble her.”>
<“With pleasure.”>
De Chevalier returned to the flattened brunette, bent over and hooked onto Bridget’s left elbow pad so she could remove it with several sharp yanks. <“You’ve soiled my boot, pig.”> she explained in the midst of using the shorn pad to polish her ankle boot to a high shine. <“It’s only fair that you assist in the cleaning. Fear not, you can have it back when I’m done!”>
She must’ve finished immediately thereafter because Kathryn sank to one knee and tried to stuff the protective gear in Stroud’s mouth! Bridget sputtered, slapped the encroachment aside and took a Hammer Fist to the bridge of the nose for her troubles. Rolling onto her stomach to defend against more punishment, she scrambled to all fours and might’ve made it back to verticality if de Chevalier hadn’t stepped over and dropped the medicine ball weight of her glutes onto the center of Bridget’s back.
<“Belly flat, please.”> Kathryn tittered. <“The canvas is not yet done with you, pig.”>
“Guuhh… get the hell off me, you bratAARRRRGGGGHHHHH!”
Hunching over her foe so she could slip her arms beneath the brunette’s biceps, de Chevalier laced her hands over the back of Bridget’s head and proceeded to draaaaaaaaaaaaag her face back and forth across the canvas!
“Hey enough of that, Kathryn!” Al ordered after a few painful seconds. “Get her face off the mat!”
<“Whatever you say, idiot man-child!”> Kathryn shifted from her knees into a full seat, her butt fitting comfortably into the small of Bridget’s back. That was about the only thing comfortable in the whole arrangement alas, as Stroud was bent into a torturous tipped over ‘J’ shape. “<You belong to me now, pig. So tell the rest of these idiots you’ve learned your place and SUBMIT!”> She thumped her tush down on Stroud’s straining vertebrae and leaned back that much farther.
FULL NELSON CLUTCH:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=IWt7e-_MSBw
Sweet Disaster didn’t understand the language, but she knew the demand nonetheless. “NO!” NOW GET YOUR ASS OFFA AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!”
A scowling Kathryn snatched a double handful of Bridget’s hair and ragdolled her upper body from side to side, the domineering French grappler doing her best to break Stroud’s back and spirit in a single stroke. Al kept a safe distance to ensure he’d be clear if either wrestler made a sudden movement, but when that didn’t happen he walked up on the action and asked, “What do you say, Bridget? Need me to call for the--”
“NO!” Stroud barked. “We’re just getting startOOWWWWW YOU BYTCH!”
De Chevalier adjusted her grip on the brunette’s biceps so she could control them with one arm. Right hand now free, Kathryn delivered a pair of quick slaps to her opponent’s breasts before switching over to a slow, malicious claw raked from left to right. <“Did mademoiselle Brewster not lay her claim to these paltry treasures already?” Frankly I can see no reason for her interest, unless she considered them the only things of yours worthy of takNNNNGGGHH!”>
The sound of Brewster’s name on de Chevalier’s lips sent a chill up Bridget’s spine that she promptly converted into a short, savage backward Headbutt to her opponent’s chin! The simple blunt force trauma watered Kathryn’s eyes and destroyed the Full Nelson which in turn allowed Stroud to fill one hand with a massive hank of her foe’s blonde hair. “Keep that name out of your mouth.” Bridget warned in the midst of some spirited tugging. “Or I’ll slap it loose, along with a few teethRRRGHHH!”
Far from intimidated by the brunette’s catty show, de Chevalier answered like with like in the form of hooked claws she gouged into Stroud’s eyes! <“Keep your unworthy hands off of me!”> Kathryn sneered over the ineffectual warnings of one Al Carpenter. <“Every touch is nothing short of debase--”>
“ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR!”
Kathryn traded in her claws for earmuffs that held Stroud’s noggin in place just long enough to THUNK a vengeful Headbutt into the nape of her neck! Switching over to a grip on the American’s waistband, de Chevalier got to her feet and forced Stroud to stand alongside. The tuggin’ and pullin’ made Stroud wince, but it wasn’t enough to break through her stupor, which meant Kathryn had no trouble collecting her foe’s left wrist in her right hand and vice versa. A single constriction strapped Bridget’s arms tight to her own midsection, a predicament she didn’t fully appreciate until de Chevalier dipped her knees and popped her hips to THWHUMP! Minnesota Wild down on the back of her head and shoulders with a Straightjacket German Suplex!
STRAIGHTJACKET GERMAN SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=McFDD1hLzX8
<“Bridge! Bridge!”> Anciline called to her protégé, not that de Chevalier to be told twice. She was already up on tiptoes to keep Stroud glued to the canvas by the time Al swooped in to count…
ONE…
TWO…
Bridget twisted free of the Frenchwoman’s clutches with a full second to spare. The look on de Cyr’s face suggested she wasn’t entirely pleased with the official’s pace, yet Kathryn seemed quite unfazed as she tugged the woozy former Rock Climber to a seat.
<“Why are you even wasting my time?”> de Chevalier chided after she’d trapped Bridget’s left arm beneath her left armpit and cupped the other woman’s chin in her right hand. <“That debacle against Brewster exposed your limitations for the whole world to see. While you may pass as a wrestler, the humiliating display afterward proves you will never be a fightNGH! NGH! NGH! NGH!”>
Stroud crooked her right arm into a ‘V’ and jabbed that elbow into the blonde’s flank no less than half a dozen times. “Don’t you ever shut up?” she grunted. “Or are you that high on your own fumOOOOOWWWW DAMN YOU!”
Kathryn drove her right knee into the small of Bridget’s back, then abandoned her Chinlock so she could grope, squeeze, rake and pinch her opponent’s left breast. Grinning as she maneuvered Stroud over onto her stomach, de Chevalier climbed into a seat on her opponent’s back and resumed the Chinlock so she could more easily display Bridget’s pain-stretched features. <“You are no fighter.”> she scoffed. <“No match for a woman of my caliber. You’re good for nothing beyond sympathetic screaming!”> Kathryn emphasized this point by jouncing the Chinlock before switching over to another round of harsh hair-pulling. <“Submit, pig! Crawl from my rinGGGEEERRRHHH!”>
Bridget clamped down on the Frenchwoman’s wrist with a crushing strength de Chevalier didn’t appreciate in the slightest. Leaning back on her mount to put that much more strain on Stroud’s spine, Kathryn managed to wrest her hand free and immediately set about demeaning her adversary with repeated slaps, nose-twisting and fish-facing. <“Piggy want to squeal?”> she hissed. <“Piggy want to squeal? Ask her!”>
BASEMENT ARMBAR AND CHINLOCK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=68PolGi-8Gc
That last bit was directed toward Al, though Bridget must’ve figured out her foe’s meaning because she barked, “NO!” Irritated by the swift denial, Kathryn gave up the Armbar so she could double down on Sweet Disaster’s hair and scrrrrrrrrruuuuuuuuub her face across the canvas-sheathed plywood! Switching over to a far more legal grip on Stroud’s biceps when the referee closed in, de Chevalier rose into a deep crouch and angled the other wrestler’s arms backward across her thighs for--“NNNGGGGGHHH!”
Bridget slipped loose, grabbed hold of the blonde’s boots and skidded backward through her legs to bring Kathryn down flat on her face, chest and tummy! De Chevalier grunted aloud but scrambled to her feet in the span of heartbeats, the curvaceous Frenchwoman whipping around on one heel to catch Stroud rising from a crou---’OOOOOHHHHH!’ from the FAWNatics as Bridget wrapped both arms around Kathryn’s upper thighs and shot onto tiptoe! The look of almost comical surprise on her student’s face caused Anciline a great deal of concern, and justifiably so considering the nauseating THUMP of knee on crotch when Stroud went to one knee to complete the Inverted Atomic Drop! De Chevalier stumbled awkwardly, her formerly sturdy legs doing their best impression over overcooked spaghetti in the wake of Stroud’s counter attack. As for Bridget, she backed into the ropes on her six and came out in a dead sprint just to take to the skies for a High Knee that caught Kathryn flush in the chest!
INVERTED ATOMIC DROP & HIGH KNEE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=kpqNben8-3Q
The blonde went down hard but didn’t stay there for long, in fact she rolled onto her stomach and scrambled to her feet while the mat was still trembling from her initial impact. In this instance a bit of time to collect her thoughts could’ve served her well as the Frenchwoman’s stubborn desire to dominate caused her to throw a Clothesline easily ducked by Minnesota Wild. Ready and waiting by the time de Chevalier turned around, Bridget caught her opponent’s legs for the second time in less than a minute, only now she went up and all the way down, Stroud landing on her knees to THAWHAM! her blonde to the deck with a massive Spinebuster! Popping up along with de Chevalier’s splayed stems, Stroud caught hold of both and somersaulted over her prone prey to finish with her back pressed down on Kathryn’s chest in a Jackknife pin. Carpenter skidded in shortly thereafter and counted out…
SPINEBUSTER & JACKKNIFE PIN:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=VquE2iFzRg8
ONE…
TWO…
De Chevalier bucked her rival loose simultaneous with ‘TWO!’, a show of resilience that soothed Anciline’s jangled nerves. Seated beside her grounded foe, Bridget smoothed her hair back and took a deep breath. “Ya know, you’re almost tolerable when you’re not running your damned mouth.”
<“Speak no more, pig.”> de Chevalier groaned. <“Your every word is excremenNNNGGGHH!”> Bridget stood, measured her adversary, then peeled off a high vertical leap that allowed her to deposit the full weight of her right thigh across Kathryn’s exposed throat!
LEG DROP:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=M1LSj0yZDRs
Stroud didn’t bother trying for a pin, instead she snatched a double handful of blonde hair and gave it a few harder than necessary tugs en route to peeling de Chevalier off the deck. Switching over to a Wristlock as soon as her opponent was upright, Bridget backed her toward the nearest set of strands only to turn ninety degrees when she realized they were headed to de Cyr’s side of the ring. “I don’t think I’m qualified to teach you English.” Stroud told the blonde even as she ground her right shoulder into de Chevalier’s hulking chest. “Respect on the other hand, I’m happy to teach you all about respect, baby.” Kathryn’s muttered response devolved into an angry grunt when Bridget stepped back, dropped a shoulder and whipped her clear across the ring. Throwing herself into the opposite set of strands, Stroud rushed out to meet de Chevalier in the center whereupon reaching she drove the broadside of her left knee into the pit of Kathryn’s stomach with a nauseating THUMP!
KITCHEN SINK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=dawiZiKVFwI
De Chevalier spun over the impaling joint to land flat on her back, then pulled her way to a gut-shot seat to better clutch her assaulted midsection. “Nothing to say now, huh?” Stroud chided as she circled back to the gagging blonde. “Good to know I’ve found a way to shut you--”
<“Fuck off, pig.”> Kathryn rasped. <“I tire of your disgusting HHHHRRGGGGHH!”
Positioned behind her penitent foe, Bridget went up on tiptoe to put a little extra momentum on the Forearm Smash she slammed into the back of de Chevalier’s skull! “Really don’t like the sound of your voice, Kathy.” Stroud admitted as she pulled the Frenchwoman to verticality with a double handful of blonde hair. “But I bet I’ll change my mind once you start wailing and slappin’ the mat!”
Kathryn gurgled something incomprehensible, which didn’t bother Bridget in the slightest. Relinquishing the hair-hold in favor of a grip on her opponent’s left wrist, Minnesota Wild pointed de Chevalier at the ropes (once again making sure to avoid the side closest to Anciline) and set her on her way. One key difference? She didn’t let Kathryn make the trip alone. Indeed, Bridget kept her Wristlock in place to ensure the blonde remained on a short tether as she bounced off the strands and back into another THWHUMPING Kneelift!
REBOUND KITCHEN SINK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Xp6u-p2C3Ic
De Chevalier made an ugly grating noise deep in her throat and doubled over on the spot, alas neither of these reactions freed her from the pitiless grasp of Bridget Stroud. Pivoting her foe ninety degrees to line up with another stretch of ropes, the former rock climber ran Kathryn to her destination and blasted her with the third Kitchen Sink in perhaps a minute. The last blow dropped Kathryn to all fours, the blonde unable to keep her footing after such targeted punishment.
“Yeah, quiet you is the best you.” Stroud said to no one in particular as she welcomed de Chevalier into a snug Standing Headscissors. The Frenchwoman groaned and draaaaaagged angry furrows down the back of her rival’s thighs, however these efforts lacked her usual catty ferocity and all the did was prompt a huge dual overhand SLAP to Kathryn’s haughty glutes!
<“How dare you!?”> she yelped. <“I won’t forget these indignities, you piGGUUHH!”> Stroud hunched over de Chevalier’s back, strapped both arms around her waist for a vicious squeeze that served as a mere precursor to flipping Kathryn onto her shoulders!
<“Fight out, Kathryn!”> de Cyr’s concern was obvious when she called to her protégé. <“Do not allow her to dictate pa--”>
Anciline cringed alongside the rest of the sold-out crowd Bridget swung her burden forward and down, the brunette dropping to a splay-legged seat to PLANT de Chevalier atop the canvas-sheathed plywood courtesy of a Sit-Out Powerbomb! Kathryn bounced on impact but didn’t get off her back, so Sweet Disaster hooked her calves over the blonde’s biceps and leaned into those upturned haunches through a count of…
SIT-OUT POWERBOMB:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=lYz-r8nydo8
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
A disappointed groan from the FAWNatics that just happened to coincide with de Chevalier smecking her thighs against Stroud’s ears to break the pin with half a second to spare. Bridget did not echo their sentiment, rather she looked quite satisfied as she pulled Kathryn to a seat and nuzzled in behind. Throwing her left leg over the blonde’s left shoulder to keep that arm out of play, Stroud leaned across de Chevalier’s back and slipped beneath her right arm so she could pin it beneath her left armpit to wrench it back at a painfully awkward angle.
BASEMENT ABDOMINAL STRETCH:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=LiPYjbsgtcQ
The grounded Abdominal Stretch made Kathryn beat her heels against the mat, though it’s important to note she didn’t cry out until Bridget crooked her right hand into a talon and applied it to her vulnerable belly! <“Whhhuuuhhh… were did you learn your technique, pig? Bard yards, strip clubs or street cornEEEERRRRHHHH!”>
Bridget skewered the blonde’s navel with her index finger and squeezed like she meant to claw out a big ‘ol handful! Al Carpenter knew better than to check any disciple of Anciline de Cyr for a submission too quickly, but after ten seconds of nothing more than moaning and wriggling, he hunkered down beside the action and asked, “What do you say, Kathryn? Do you need me to call for the--”
<“No!”> she snarled at once. <“Leave me be and take your stupid questions with RRRRGGGGGGHHHH!”>
Stroud cranked back on the Abdominal Stretch to ensure her delving digits did that much more damage to the blonde’s defenseless tummy. Releasing her clamp after another sharp squeeze, Bridget flattened that hand into a paddle and SLAPPED Kathryn’s flank and huffed, “Still hanging in there, babe? You’re feeling a little softer than you did be--”
Kathryn’s right arm was still under the American’s control, yet her wriggling and micro-adjusting allowed her just enough leeway to snatch hold of her foe’s hair. Lips curling into a smile as she heard Stroud groan, de Chevalier wrenched the other wrestler’s head up and down half a dozen times before she drew a sharp breath and demanded, <“Release me, pig.”>
Unable to ignore such a blatant violation of the rules, Al reached out and tapped de Chevalier’s wrist. “Off her hair, Kathryn. You know you can’t--”
“It’s ok, Al.” Bridget rasped. “We’re just talking.” With that she balled her slappin’ hand into a fist and began to grrrrrrrrrrrrriiiiiiind her knuckles into Kathryn’s ribs. This abrasive treatment earned another round of tugging from the blonde, which drew some consternation from Carpenter, which in turn caused Anciline to clear her throat.
Al glanced in her direction and was not entirely surprised to hear, “A little leniency please, Algernon. I’m interested to see how this plays out.”
Quite unaware of the interaction between official and executive, Bridget and Kathryn continued to work their respective grips. Snuggled in cheek to cheek with the Frenchwoman now, Stroud switched back to the claw grip, Beautiful Disaster once again targeting her opponent’s belly button. “Let go of my hair right now, bytch.” she whispered. “Or I promise you this will get worse.”
<“I wipe my ass with your threats, pig.”> De Chevalier’s tone was soft, almost playful, though it did nothing to disguise her contempt for the brunette. <“So stop your disgusting snuffling and release--”> Stroud eased off the Belly Claw to send it north to the blonde’s right breast. Unable to stifle a shiver as she felt the strength in her opponent’s fingers. After a moment she hissed, <“You wouldn’t daOOOOOOOOOWWWWWWWW!”
But Bridget did dare, as de Chevalier learned when her rival began to knead with white-knuckled fervor! Shaking her head ‘no, no, no!’ in response to Carpenter’s idiot questions, Kathryn did her damndest to overcome the claw with her hair-pulling, yet it proved a losing battle, especially when Stroud began to alternate between breasts. “Tap out.” Stroud demanded. “You’re finished and you know--”
<“F*ck you.”>
Bridget grimaced, squeezed harder. “I said tap--”
<“This feeble pawing is beneath me, pig. I spit at yourAAAIIIIEEE!”>
Sweet Disaster pinched de Chevalier’s right nipple through the thin spandex of her top and gave it a vicious twist! “Tap. Out. BYTCHRRRGGGGHH!”
Kathryn wrenched her left arm out from under the American’s leg and immediately jabbed two fingers into Bridget’s eyes! Stroud shrieked and abandoned her holds to butt-scoot across the canvas with one hand pressed to her watering eyes. Finally free of the American’s laughable fumblings, de Chevalier scrambled to boot-leather and pounced on Bridget, snatching an ankle in each hand. Backpedaling to the middle of the ring quick enough to give Stroud a bad case of mat burn, Kathryn stretched her foe’s stems wide, then went up on tiptoe and dropped to her knees to THWHUMP a vile Headbutt to the center of her trunks! Bridget jolted like she’d been touched with at cattle prod, but her ankles remained in Kathryn’s possession throughout. Returning to her feet a moment later, the curvaceous blonde hopped forward and down to land on her tummy with her shins braced against Stroud’s inner thighs to pin them in a wide, splayed ‘V’. Al swooped in beside the action and counted out…
LOW HEADBUTT & FRENCH PRESS:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=nTYNjUhwAFw
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
Bridget shuddered free of the predicament to save the match with approximately half a second to spare. <“Steady your nerves, Kathryn.>“ de Cyr told her charge as de Chevalier moved to berate Carpenter for the speed of his count. <“Mademoiselle Stroud is your target and she is currently quite vulnerable. I suggest you capitalize.”>
Kathryn pointed a ‘watch yourself’ sort of finger at the official before she turned the full force of her ire on Bridget. <“Never in all my travels have I encountered a pig as insolent as yourself.”> she hissed while hauling Minnesota Wild to her feet. Positioned directly to the brunette’s left, Kathryn secured a Half Nelson on that arm, then reached around behind her opponent’s head so she could grab the left wrist and pull it tight across Bridget’s throat. Shaking her prey to and fro simply because she could, de Chevalier slammed her right knee into the other wrestler’s midsection once, twice, thrice! From there she swung’ round shoulder to shoulder (her right to Stroud’s left) and threaded her right leg around Bridget’s. Doubling over with the Cobra Clutch still intact, Kathryn whipped ‘em both up and back to THWHAM Bridget against the deck courtesy of a Russian Leg Sweep!
<“I will allow you continue within this match simply for the novelty.”> de Chevalier’s previous haughtiness was once again on full display as she twisted onto her stomach and rose to her knees to continue pouring pressure into the Cobra Clutch. <“But rest assured, you insolent little beast. I can end you in the blink of an eye. And humiliate you even faster.”>
HAUTE TENSION:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=ckfbj-HyMtc
The threat wasn’t yet out of her mouth when Kathryn leaned down and liiiiiiicccccccked Bridget from chin to earlobe! Stroud groaned in furious disgust, pounded a boot against the canvas and tried to wrest free, all to no avail. “Nrrrhhhh… nasty bytch.” she rasped. “You’re going to answer for RGH! RGH! RGH! STOP THAT YOU SHOW-OFF SLUT!”
Kathryn, who’d climbed aboard Stroud tummy to tummy so she could SMECK! her hips against the American’s tummy only smirked in response. <“Hear the cheers, pig? This rabble loves to watch me dominate yuMMMRRRGGGGHH!”>
Bridget grabbed hold of the Frenchwoman’s face and squeeeeeeeeeeezed like she meant to tear it right off her face! Unable to comprehend how this piece of insignificant trash was still resisting her will, de Chevalier slammed her hips into Bridget’s tummy, then threaded her shins under opposing calves and wrenched them apart for a Double Leg Grapevi--“AAARRRHHH!” Bridget wedged the heel of her palm against the underside of Kathryn’s nose and pushed hard enough to make the blonde’s eyes water! Shaking her head didn’t free it from the five-tined clamp, so de Chevalier abandoned the Cobra Clutch to snatch hold of her foe’s wrists. <“BYTCH!”> Kathryn shrieked the instant she was free. <“That’s the last time you’ll disrespect me!”>
“Kiss my NNNGGGGHHH!”
De Chevalier gifted Stroud with some tears of her own thanks to a Headbutt that smashed the bridge of her opponent’s nose. Plunging her hands into Bridget’s battle-damp hair, Kathryn stood up and forced her rival to do the same. Another Headbutt ensured Bridget saw the world through a teary shimmer and that she didn’t find the wherewithal to stumble away before de Chevalier turned ‘round and caught her noggin in a Three Quarters Facelock. Just like that she dropped to one knee to THWONK! Stroud’s forehead off the posted joint!
BEND THE KNEE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=4PdG1s1cuqE
Rocked back on her heels by Kathryn’s ‘Bend the Knee’, Stroud windmilled her arms in a valiant attempt to regain her balance. De Chevalier didn’t bother to wait for the brunette’s success or failure, instead she whipped around and hurled herself into the strands thus ensuring maximum momentum behind the Lariat she THWHACKED across Bridget’s chest! Bridget hit the deck in a heap and Kathryn dropped to one knee beside her, the resurgent Frenchwoman stretching out for an aggressive Lateral Press made all the more mean-spirited by the forearm she grrrroooooound against Stroud’s jawline. Al dove in immediately thereafter to count out an emphatic…
LARIAT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=XW4CsPYtdwk
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
Kathryn hadn’t bothered to cradle the far leg and paid for the lapse when Sweet Disaster kicked free of the cover. Lips set in a thin, grim line, de Chevalier raked a hand through her hair and took a couple deep breaths before she shoveled Bridget onto her belly and planted a knee in the small of her back. In the same instant she grabbed a handful of hair and yanked Stroud’s head up for the sole purpose of hooking three fingers into the left side of the American’s mouth. <“Shriek, pig.”> de Chevalier sneered as she tried her best to pop the fishhook through Bridget’s cheek!
“Hey, stop that Kathryn! You know you can’t just tear at her--”
Apparently Kathryn did not know (or simply didn’t care) because she released her hair-hold for the sole purpose of hooking her middle and index fingers into Stroud’s nostrils for another agonizing hook! <“I said. Shriek. PIG!”> the incensed blonde snarled in her victim’s ear.
Bridget gurgled but she didn’t shriek, much to de Chevalier’s disgust. Putting even more weight on her foe’s back, Kathryn pulled up and might’ve done serious damage if not for Carpenter barking, “ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR!”
She released at the last possible second, raising both hands overhead while fixing the official with a contemptuous stare. On her feet shortly thereafter, de Chevalier strutted to the nearest corner, slipped out onto the apron and climbed to the top turnbuckle. The FAWNatics didn’t care for that too much and they liked it even less when Kathryn raised an imperious finger to her throat and drew it across right to left. Eyes trained on her prone adversary, the black-clad blonde leapt out into the lights and raised her right knee high, all the better to DRIVE it into the center of Bridget’s forehead!
DIVING KNEE DROP:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=HViYAYtoOYc
Tumbling away with the nimbleness of a trained acrobat, de Chevalier hurried back to the wreckage and threw herself across the brunette’s chest in a miniature Splash. No ignoring the far leg now, she drew Stroud’s knee up to chest level while Carpenter and the crowd tolled off…
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO!?
Kathryn jerked Bridget’s head off the canvas, breaking the count of her own volition. <“It is clear you haven’t learned your place.”> she explained to the American in the midst of peeling her off the canvas. <“So I will teach it to you in a way that you shall never forget.”
A Toe Kick doubled Bridget over and allowed de Chevalier to draw her into a Standing Headscissors. Smirking in the face of those ever-mounting jeers, Kathryn cinched her arms around Stroud’s waist and flipped her up onto her shoulders for-- de Chevalier slung her forward and down, just THWHAMMING Bridget onto the deck with a massive Powerbomb! Bridget landed in a Matchbook that gave way to a starfish, one that allowed the domineering blonde to plant a boot in the center of her opponent’s chest. Hands on her hips as the boos threatened to rattle the arena to pieces, Kathryn nodded in time with the count of…
POWERBOMB:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=qTpn1zKHeo0
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO!
Stroud slapped de Chevalier’s boot away so late that Al had to signal the Timekeeper to make sure the match continued! <“Your resilience is disgusting.”> Kathryn hissed down at the trembling frame of her foe. <“Nothing more than the muscle memory of a cowed animal. It is merely a bad habit, one I will break you of this instant.”>
Plunging her hands into Stroud’s hair, de Chevalier scraped the brunette off the mat and switched over to a one-handed grip on Bridget’s shoulder-strap so she could pepper the other wrestler’s cheeks with disrespectful slaps! <“Squeal for me, piggy. Squeal for your mistress.> the blonde demanded as she batted Stroud’s head back and forth. <“Why do you defy me? You’re clearly my inferior within the confines of this ring, perhaps you could best me in a contest of animal noiseNNGGH RRRGGGGGHHH!”
Bridget tagged her arrogant adversary with a quick Headbutt between the eyes, then hooked her left arm over the back of de Chevalier’s head and doubled her over just to THWHACK her across the mouth with a painfully stiff European Uppercut!
Kathryn staggered backward, caught her balance and tasted copper all within the span of heartbeats, though the realization of what’d occurred didn’t actually set in until Stroud dabbed a thumb across her bottom lip and said, “No wonder you love slaps so much. Guess I would too if I took punches like a pampered little byt--”
De Chevalier bellowed with rage and uncorked a massive right hand aimed straight at Bridget’s NO! Sweet Disaster hooked Kathryn’s arm in her own, whipped ‘round so she was back to back with the blonde and trapped her other arm in identical fashion. Just like that Stroud dropped to her knees and leaned down so that her forehead was pressed to the canvas which in turn stacked de Chevalier on her shoulders for the…
BACKSLIDE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=iLffFaO56Hk
ONE…
TWO…
THREE!
Kathryn wrenched loose just after ‘THREE!’ but by then the bell had already sounded, Bridget had rolled out to the floor and the Announcer was confirming the awful news in that hateful gibberish this continent insisted was a language. “Ladies and gentlemen, your winner via pin-fall… BRIDGET STROUD!”
Stroud pounded both fists against the apron, held them high for the adulation of the FAWNatics. “That’s what you get you nasty little snot.” she huffed at the fuming blonde. “Maybe next time you’ll come at me with a little more respecNNNNGGHHH!”
Anciline decked Bridget with a Forearm Smash to the bash of the neck, then snatched her at trunks and tresses and slung her back into the squared circle. “Let this be a lesson in humility for you, Ms. Stroud.” the executive murmured to the gobsmacked grappler. <“And to you as well, Kathryn.”>
Kathryn spared her mentor a dark look, albeit a brief one as she was currently consumed by the fury of yanking defeat from the jaws of victory. Peeling Bridget off the canvas immediately thereafter, she wedged the brunette’s head between her thighs and butterflyed her arms, but instead of clasping her hands to complete the Double Underhook, she hunched forward and palmed Bridget’s thighs just above her knees. From there she upended the former rock climber in an awkward, splay-legged arrangement that lasted long enough for de Chevalier to turn to all four sides of the ring. Ending her journey on the hard camera, Kathryn went up on tiptoe, then dropped to a seat and THAWHONKED the crown of Bridget’s skull into the deck with the Package Piledriver she‘d dubbed Francais par le Sang Verse.
FRANCAIS PAR LE SANG VERSE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=4STU9glZDl8
Unconscious from the moment she landed, Stroud didn’t remember a bit of what happened next, but she watched it more than a dozen times over the next few days. Straddling the starfished grappler’s waist, Kathryn secured a wrist in each hand and pinned them high overhead so she could leeeeeeeeeeeeeean her prodigious chest down to within inches of the American’s face.
<“None deserve this humiliation more than you, pig.”> de Chevalier cooed over the roar of the crowd and the soft smack of jugg on cheek. <“But I deserve to feel your begging and your tears, so I shall wait until our paths next cross. Only then will you pay the full price for your arrogance.”>
Promise made, she planted a kiss in the center of Stroud’s forehead before returning to boot-leather to raise her arms in a triumphant ‘V’. The FAWNatics didn’t like it a goddamned bit, which probably explained why de Chevalier smiled so brightly as she made her exit with the ruins of the so called ‘winner’ smoldering in her wake.
Often quite amenable to this fellow’s requests, those assembled for Summer Swelter did the exact opposite instead, though they did possess just enough decorum to stand before slinging an ugly combination of scorn, derision and vitriol toward the stage. Alas, their massed hatred had the same effect as spitballs shot at a battleship, as they learned when the woman in question strode into view without the slightest hint of concern. Slowing to a stop in the center of the stage, Anciline arched an eyebrow and glanced around the arena like she was observing the antics of some poorly-raised children, or perhaps exceptionally well-trained farm animals.
ANCILINE DE CYR:
Dismissing them from her thoughts with no discernable change in expression, the FAWN executive and former World Champion started down the aisle to the ring with her nose ever so slightly upturned. While not dressed for battle de Cyr still cut an impressive figure accentuated by a long sleeved, fog gray slim-fit blouse and an equally flattering black pencil skirt that ended two inches above the knee.
Mounting the steps without once drawing within reach of the detestable Orlando throng, de Cyr waited on the apron until Al Carpenter took a seat on the second rope to allow her proper passage. From there she approached the Announcer and laid claim to his microphone.
“Good evening ladies and gentlemen.” Anciline’s tone suggested she meant this in the loosest possible terms. “We have reached a point in the night’s events where it is customary to ask how you are enjoying the show so far, but I will dispense with this formality because I do not have to ask. I know you’re enjoying the show because it is MY creation and my creations are without peer.”
The crowd cheered, then jeered, presumably because they couldn’t stand agreeing with anything to come out of de Cyr’s mouth.
Ignoring them as so much meaningless babble, Anciline continued. “Nevertheless, there is always a possibility for improvement and as of this moment all of your banal little lives will record a marked turn for the better. Introducing first, hailing from Marseilles, France, she stands at five feet five inches and weighs in at one hundred and thirty-four pounds, she is KATHRYN de CHEVALIER!”
LA GRENADE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=85m-Qgo9_nE
Over the pulse of a guitar and Clara Luciani’s ‘La Grenade‘, the curtain parted, and the aristocrat in the ring was joined by a phenom atop the ramp. Patently unimpressed even before she made her presence known, Kathryn managed to look even more disgusted after mere heartbeats among the FAWNatics. As per usual the French ingénue was dressed for battle, her flawless, porcelain skin standing in stark contrast to the black fightin’ two piece that hugged her curvaceous frame, the bottoms tied at her hips, and a web of lacing across her bust connecting one cup to the other, while still offering the most tantalizing view of the considerable cleavage behind those laces. From her fingertips to a little beyond each elbow stretched elegant, dark red, nylon opera gloves, while a set of stockings of the same material and color rose to mid thigh, garters connecting them to her briefs. To complete her look, she sported a pair of black leather ankle boots, not at all unlike the sort of footwear de Cyr favored during her reign of terror.
KATHRYN DE CHEVALIER:
Already bored of the rabble that made up her domain, de Chevalier strode down the ramp toward her personal throne room: the ring. Those on the aisle made it their point to focus all of their vim and venom on Anciline’s protégé and to their credit it was in fact very, very loud. But sheer volume wasn’t nearly enough to faze the stoic blonde. If anything she looked slightly bored on the journey from the stage to the steps. It wasn’t until she reached the apron that Kathryn’s green eyes began to spark, her quick, darting gaze evocative of a cat trying to pick out all the places the mouse might try to run and hide before it was inevitably caught… and devoured.
Whereas Algernon had welcomed Anciline, Anciline welcomed Kathryn, the older Frenchwoman bidding her charge enter only once she’d properly parted the strands. Strolling to the far corner, de Chevalier mounted the middle rope and put her hands on her hips while she looked for some sign of hope amidst all the filth. After a long moment she spoke a single word. <“Kneel.”>
They did not. This did not surprise Kathryn in the slightest, though it was still most disappointing. Rewarding their insolence with a taste of things to come, Madam Guillotine tipped her head backward, raised her right hand and drew that index finger across the exposed curve of her throat.
Once again in charge of the microphone (now that Anciline had graciously returned it) the Announcer went on. “And introducing her opponent, hailing from Stillwater Minnesota, she stands at five feet five inches tall and weighs in tonight at one hundred and thirty-five pounds. They call her the Sweet Disaster, this is BRIDGET STROUD!”
BE LEGENDARY:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Kmidz2s4scM
The Sweltering crowd sprang to their feet when the lights went purple and a dozen spotlights played over that mass of humanity. Then the speakers offered up Pop Evil’s ‘Be Legendary’ and the ‘tron showed selections from Stroud’s increasingly impressive highlight reel interspersed with footage from her rock climbing career. The chaotic sweep of lights continued through most of the first verse, though their pace seemed to increase as the sound system roared:
Our name in stone, forever more.
We want more!
We want more!
We want more!
BRIDGET STROUD:
The spots honed in on the entryway with the third recitation and Bridget exploded through the curtain, the former rock-climber turned indy wrestling darling turned meteoric FAWN star skidding to a stop at the top of the stage just to throw her arms up for a brawny double bicep flex. Chants of ‘SWEET DIS-AS-TER!’ rang out at once, a building roar crafted by fans of her indy stint as well as the new fans she’d made during the last two years.
Showing no yips or jitters heading into a bout with one of the most lauded new names in recent memory, Minnesota Wild pumped a fist for the FAWNatics, then pivoted ‘round on one heel and swung her hips in time to their chant while pointing to the purple ‘Sweet Disaster’ insignia stretched across her white briefs.
Another about-face followed shortly thereafter and the copper-skinned brunette hardbody took off down the ramp, Bridget going with arms outstretched in stark contrast to the haughty disgust shown by her adversary. For tonight’s battle, Stroud wore the aforementioned white trunks, a halter-style bikini top with one cup done in matching white and the other in a spangly purple, purple and white armbands that crisscrossed at bicep and forearm to meet at wrist and shoulder, white pads with a purple splatter pattern and purple wrestling boots that ended a few inches shy of her knees. A study in frenetic energy the entire way to ringside, Bridget made a high-speed circuit of the front row, then leapt to the apron to the top rope and stayed there for a several seconds to bask in the roar of the crowd. Once she hopped down Stroud jogged over to Al and offered her elbows and knees for final inspection.
“Looks like I’ve already pissed off the exchange student.” Bridget joked of the blonde sneering at her from the far corner.
“Don’t take it personal, she doesn’t like anyone.”
“Oh, I won’t. You think she’ll take it personally when I stack her up for the one, two, three?”
“Almost assuredly.”
“Perfect.”
Anciline paused at the sound of the bell, then leaned in and put a hand to Kathryn’s ear before murmuring one last bit of strategy. De Chevalier nodded slightly, but didn’t take her eyes off Bridget, who returned the Frenchwoman’s gaze with equal intensity. Holding steady in the opposite corner until the former World Champion retreated to the floor, Stroud clapped a few times to rally the FAWNatics, thus ensuring she strode to the center of the ring accompanied by plenty of support.
“C’mon girl.” Bridget urged the blonde to her with crooked, beckoning fingers. “I’ve heard all the hype, let’s see what you’ve got.”
Kathryn sniffed, rolled her shoulders and gave the top rope a testing tug before deigning to make her way toward the brunette. Stroud kept a close eye on de Chevalier’s approach, the Beautiful Disaster understandably wary of anyone trained by Anciline de Cyr. Her concern seemed to be unfounded as Kathryn closed to grappling distance with no sign of duplicity. Quite eager to test her strength against the French import’s, Bridget raised her right hand overhead for a Test of Str-- de Chevalier spun around and headed toward the ropes, motioning for Anciline to join her on the apron.
Bridget took a deep breath and let it out slow, so as not to rise to the blonde’s snide bait. As for Kathryn, she exchanged words with de Cyr in rapid French while repeatedly sweeping a hand in Stroud’s direction. Stroud let it continue for several seconds before she cleared her throat and called out, “Do we need to reschedule, princess?”
Kathryn glared in her direction, skewering the American with dark, narrowed eyes. <“Do you mind, pig? We were talking.”>
Stroud didn’t understand French, but there was no mistaking the derision in her opponent’s tone. “Get your ass out here right now. Or I’ll come over there. And you won’t like it.”
De Chevalier scoffed, rolled her eyes and started toward the brunette for the second time in as many minutes. Feet already set, Bridget lifted her right hand again to make sure there was no mistaking her challenge. “Got some championship ‘tude on you, babe.” Stroud admitted. “But do you have the skills to back it NNNGGGHH!”
Kathryn reached to meet the Test of Strength only to swivel Bridget’s head with a rough pie-face! <“Pigs do not speak unless spoken to.”> de Chevalier snapped over the ‘ooohh’ of the crowd. <“Do you understand, p-”>
CRACK!
Stroud slapped the taste out of Kathryn’s mouth, then snatched a handful of hair and yanked her down into a grinding Side Headlock. “What’s wrong, Kathy? Disrespect got you a little hot?” Bridget taunted as she tried to crush the blonde’s noggin between her right hip and bicep. “Maybe you should try taking some of the brass out of your voice before you mouth--”
De Chevalier backed her opponent into the ropes, but rather than ask for a break she bounced out and shoved Minnesota Wild awaNOOOO! Bridget went up on tiptoe, skidded to a stop, then dropped to her butt, which forced Kathryn down onto her stomach in what was almost a slow motion Bulldog. Furious over the shabby treatment, de Chevalier fought to wrench free of the Headlock and when she couldn’t she curled her left hand into a talon and draaaaaaaaagged it from Stroud’s left knee to her hip almost half a dozen times! <“Release me, bitch!”> she spat. <“Get your filthy hands off of meOOOOOOOWW!”>
More than willing to answer Kathryn’s cattiness in kind, Bridget halved the Headlock, filled her left hand with the blonde’s hair and pulled for all she was worth! “That’s rather blatant disregard for the rules, wouldn’t you agree, Mr. Carpenter?” Anciline asked the ref, her disapproval unmistakable.
Al refrained from rolling his eyes because he did agree with the executive, though he made a point to walk over to the action before saying, “All right Bridget, let go of her--”
‘Hair’ never got verbalized because de Chevalier looped her arms around the brunette’s waist and rolled onto her back, which in turn rolled Stroud onto her shoulders in a pinning predicament good for…
ONE…
TWO…
Bridget popped her hips to return to a seat and from there she seamlessly transitioned into an S-grip secured directly beneath the blonde’s nose! Planting her heels, Sweet Disaster pulled up and craaaaaaaaaaaaanked back on the Crossface!
“RRRRRRRGGGGGHHHH!” Kathryn thrashed wildly, her left hand slapping and clawing at the brunette’s midsection while her right prized at her attacker’s right wrist.
Bridget shook her head ‘no’ and scraped her knuckles back and forth across de Chevalier’s mouth and nose, then snarled, “Having some trouble, Kathy? Tap out if you can’t hangWHOOOAAAH!”
De Chevalier went back to the Waistlock and rolled Stroud onto her shoulders and-- Stroud lent her own momentum to Kathryn’s to send both wrestlers tumbling through with the Crossface still in pla-- applause from Anciline when de Chevalier slid a knee into place beneath her torso and clambered to one knee. Switching back to the Side Headlock as soon as she realized the Frenchwoman was going to regain her footing, Bridget poured on the strain with the hopes of growing a little cauliflower in de Chevalier’s ears--“SNNNGGHHH!”
Kathryn pounded a few punches into the small of Stroud’s back, then snatched a handful of her purple waistband and raised it by six inches or more with a single tug! Forced onto tiptoe by the wedgie, Bridget couldn’t stop de Chevalier from bum rushing her into the nearest corner. Stuffing the American battler in against the buckles, Kathryn slipped a foot over the bottom rope while and called, <“Ropes! Make this idiot break, I am in the ropes!”> while continuing to saw her opponent’s trunks higher and deeper.
“She’s requesting a rope break, for the monolingual among us.” de Cyr told Carpenter as he hurried to the corner.
“Thanks Anci, I’m on it.” the official replied with just enough sass to earn a sniff from the executive. To Stroud, “Ok Bridget, she’s in the ropes. Let’s have a clean break, ok?”
Bridget gave him a grim look, followed it with another powerful pulse of the Headlock. “Get her off my trunks and we’ll talk.” You too, Kathryn.” Carpenter tapped the blonde’s wrist with two fingers to get around the ‘language barrier’. “Let go so we can have a clean brea--”
<“Keep your unworthy hands to yourself, idiot.”> de Chevalier sneered even as she tried to transform Bridget’s briefs into a thong.
This earned her another temple-crushing squeeze from Stroud and a sigh from Al who raised his hand and called out, “ONE… TWO… THREE… FOUR!”
Blonde and brunette released their respective holds at the same time, each wrestler raising their hands to shoulder level to confirm the break. Eyes locked, Kathryn and Bridget didn’t so much as twitch until the ref slipped a hand between them and eased Stroud back a step or-- de Chevalier thrust her chest into Bridget’s to force her back against the buckles. <“Savor this moment, pig.”> Kathryn cooed. <“It will be the last taste of self respect you’ll everNNNGGGHH!”> Stroud caught her with a quick Backhand but didn’t get to savor the moment because de Chevalier CLAPPED her with a Forehand and immediately filled her hands with the brunette’s hair. <“YOU WILL LEARN YOUR PLACE!”> she shrieked in Bridget’s face. <“YOU WILL LICK MY BOOTSNNNNRRRRHH!”>
Bridget pumped a Kneelift into de Chevalier’s belly, cupped one hand against the back of the blonde’s skull and ‘smecked’ her other hand atop Kathryn’s face for a white-knuckled Iron Claw! Twisting ‘round in a half circle that put de Chevalier’s glutes against the middle buckle, Bridget mounted the bottom rope and squeeeeeeeeeeeezed.
“ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR! BREAK IT, NOW!” Stroud released her grip and was immediately shoved clear of the ropes by the furious blonde! Give Carpenter credit, he stepped between his charges in a game effort to regain control of the contest only to curse aloud when de Chevalier juked around him to get at Bridget.
“Give them room, Mr. Carpenter.” Anciline murmured when Al started to move in again. “There’s no real bucking of the rules to be found here, simply a spirited setting of terms.”
Al would’ve told any other manager to kick rocks, but de Cyr was an executive as well so he cleared his throat and called out, “Follow my commands at all times, ladies! And keep out of each other’s hair!” Bridget and Kathryn heard this only vaguely, they were too busy pushing at one another with a Collar & Elbow Lock-Up which was really just an excuse to aggressively mash palm into her opponent’s mouth.
Infuriated by the American’s insolence, de Chevalier filled her other hand with the brunette’s hair and wrenched her head back to get a better angle on the quick SLAPS she rained down on Stroud’s cheek. <“You are no equal of mine.”> Kathryn explained in the midst of her taunting attack. <“You barely qualify as competitGGGRRRHHH!”>
Bridget interrupted with a slap of her own, then reapplied the Iron Claw, Minnesota Wild making a point to drive the heel of her palm into the blonde’s nose. “Wuuuhhh… wouldn’t usually apply the claw this early.” Stroud huffed. “But it’s the only thing that makes your snotty face even sort of tolerOOOOOWWWW BITING! SHE’S BITING!”
Carpenter didn’t need a lengthy perusal to confirm this was true, as de Chevalier was enthusiastically gnawing on the soft flesh between Bridget’s thumb and index finger. Knowing full well that polite requests did nothing, the zebra barked, “ONE… TWO… THREE… FO--”
A sudden yelp from Stroud drew Al’s attention in her direction, his reflexes quick enough to observe the former rock climber stumbling away with one hand pressed to her left eye. “Hey, keep off her eyes, Kathryn!” he warned the Frenchwoman. “You know better!”
<“I have no idea what you mean and I absolutely do not appreciate your tone.”> de Chevalier huffed as she stalked after the retreating wrestler. Throwing her left arm around the back of Bridget’s neck, she pulled her forward and down only to put her up on tiptoe with a European Uppercut that CRACKED! off Stroud’s chin!
EUROPEAN UPPERCUT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=tPVDuK2gdtM
Kathryn slapped her mouth on general principle, then grabbed hold of a wrist and slung her brunette into a corner on the far side of the ring. Anciline urged her protégé to keep the pressure on, not that de Chevalier needed additional prompting. Heading to the opposite corner the instant Bridget was out of her grasp, Kathryn hopped onto the middle buckle and pushed off, the blonde twisting ‘round in midair to hit the ground in a dead sprint. Across the canvas in the blink of an eye, de Chevalier took to the skies and THWHAMMED every bit of her sixty-one kilos against Bridget’s slack frame in a tummy on tits (and tits on face) Avalanche Splash!
AVALANCHE SPLASH:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=4vrgybkESEo
<“Is your inferiority coming into focus?”> Kathryn teased the gasping battler. <“Please, allow me to improve your clarity.”> She snatched Stroud’s wrist, took a giant step backward and dropped her hips to sling her prey across the ring with an Irish Whip. Bridget landed with a heavy buckles-to-back BWUNG! so de Chevalier set off after her for another sternum-crunching Avalanc--“NNNNGGGHH!”
Stroud got her feet up and slammed a Mule Kick into the blonde’s vaunted chest! Kathryn shot backward, landed flat and somersaulted onto one knee while Bridget slipped between the top and middle ropes to climb to the top turnbuckle from the apron. She’d just settled into a crouch when de Chevalier rushed in and tagged Sweet Disaster’s chin with another European Uppercut! Stuffing one hand into the bit of Stroud’s stomach while the other cupped the nape of her neck, Kathryn pulled away from the corner and brought Bridget along for the ride via a huge Body Slam that THAWHAMMED her down flat near the middle of the ring!
Jaw clenched in the aftermath of that ugly landing, Stroud sat up and pressed a supportive hand to the small of her back. Understandably preoccupied by her aches and pains, she didn’t notice the patter of boots passing on her right Sweet Disaster did register the warning babble from the FAWNatics. Raising her head without really thinking about it, Bridget paid a steep price when de Chevalier lashed out with a low kick that THWHUNKED between her eyes!
BASEMENT BIG BOOT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=-LJ9msoZY7E
<“Trash!”> Kathryn sneered to the hard camera after she’d strolled over to the ropes. <“The girl is nothing but trash!”>
Anciline made sure to nod agreement before she added an assessment of her own. <“But she’s also tenacious trash, Kathryn. Continue the punishment. Humble her.”>
<“With pleasure.”>
De Chevalier returned to the flattened brunette, bent over and hooked onto Bridget’s left elbow pad so she could remove it with several sharp yanks. <“You’ve soiled my boot, pig.”> she explained in the midst of using the shorn pad to polish her ankle boot to a high shine. <“It’s only fair that you assist in the cleaning. Fear not, you can have it back when I’m done!”>
She must’ve finished immediately thereafter because Kathryn sank to one knee and tried to stuff the protective gear in Stroud’s mouth! Bridget sputtered, slapped the encroachment aside and took a Hammer Fist to the bridge of the nose for her troubles. Rolling onto her stomach to defend against more punishment, she scrambled to all fours and might’ve made it back to verticality if de Chevalier hadn’t stepped over and dropped the medicine ball weight of her glutes onto the center of Bridget’s back.
<“Belly flat, please.”> Kathryn tittered. <“The canvas is not yet done with you, pig.”>
“Guuhh… get the hell off me, you bratAARRRRGGGGHHHHH!”
Hunching over her foe so she could slip her arms beneath the brunette’s biceps, de Chevalier laced her hands over the back of Bridget’s head and proceeded to draaaaaaaaaaaaag her face back and forth across the canvas!
“Hey enough of that, Kathryn!” Al ordered after a few painful seconds. “Get her face off the mat!”
<“Whatever you say, idiot man-child!”> Kathryn shifted from her knees into a full seat, her butt fitting comfortably into the small of Bridget’s back. That was about the only thing comfortable in the whole arrangement alas, as Stroud was bent into a torturous tipped over ‘J’ shape. “<You belong to me now, pig. So tell the rest of these idiots you’ve learned your place and SUBMIT!”> She thumped her tush down on Stroud’s straining vertebrae and leaned back that much farther.
FULL NELSON CLUTCH:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=IWt7e-_MSBw
Sweet Disaster didn’t understand the language, but she knew the demand nonetheless. “NO!” NOW GET YOUR ASS OFFA AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!”
A scowling Kathryn snatched a double handful of Bridget’s hair and ragdolled her upper body from side to side, the domineering French grappler doing her best to break Stroud’s back and spirit in a single stroke. Al kept a safe distance to ensure he’d be clear if either wrestler made a sudden movement, but when that didn’t happen he walked up on the action and asked, “What do you say, Bridget? Need me to call for the--”
“NO!” Stroud barked. “We’re just getting startOOWWWWW YOU BYTCH!”
De Chevalier adjusted her grip on the brunette’s biceps so she could control them with one arm. Right hand now free, Kathryn delivered a pair of quick slaps to her opponent’s breasts before switching over to a slow, malicious claw raked from left to right. <“Did mademoiselle Brewster not lay her claim to these paltry treasures already?” Frankly I can see no reason for her interest, unless she considered them the only things of yours worthy of takNNNNGGGHH!”>
The sound of Brewster’s name on de Chevalier’s lips sent a chill up Bridget’s spine that she promptly converted into a short, savage backward Headbutt to her opponent’s chin! The simple blunt force trauma watered Kathryn’s eyes and destroyed the Full Nelson which in turn allowed Stroud to fill one hand with a massive hank of her foe’s blonde hair. “Keep that name out of your mouth.” Bridget warned in the midst of some spirited tugging. “Or I’ll slap it loose, along with a few teethRRRGHHH!”
Far from intimidated by the brunette’s catty show, de Chevalier answered like with like in the form of hooked claws she gouged into Stroud’s eyes! <“Keep your unworthy hands off of me!”> Kathryn sneered over the ineffectual warnings of one Al Carpenter. <“Every touch is nothing short of debase--”>
“ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR!”
Kathryn traded in her claws for earmuffs that held Stroud’s noggin in place just long enough to THUNK a vengeful Headbutt into the nape of her neck! Switching over to a grip on the American’s waistband, de Chevalier got to her feet and forced Stroud to stand alongside. The tuggin’ and pullin’ made Stroud wince, but it wasn’t enough to break through her stupor, which meant Kathryn had no trouble collecting her foe’s left wrist in her right hand and vice versa. A single constriction strapped Bridget’s arms tight to her own midsection, a predicament she didn’t fully appreciate until de Chevalier dipped her knees and popped her hips to THWHUMP! Minnesota Wild down on the back of her head and shoulders with a Straightjacket German Suplex!
STRAIGHTJACKET GERMAN SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=McFDD1hLzX8
<“Bridge! Bridge!”> Anciline called to her protégé, not that de Chevalier to be told twice. She was already up on tiptoes to keep Stroud glued to the canvas by the time Al swooped in to count…
ONE…
TWO…
Bridget twisted free of the Frenchwoman’s clutches with a full second to spare. The look on de Cyr’s face suggested she wasn’t entirely pleased with the official’s pace, yet Kathryn seemed quite unfazed as she tugged the woozy former Rock Climber to a seat.
<“Why are you even wasting my time?”> de Chevalier chided after she’d trapped Bridget’s left arm beneath her left armpit and cupped the other woman’s chin in her right hand. <“That debacle against Brewster exposed your limitations for the whole world to see. While you may pass as a wrestler, the humiliating display afterward proves you will never be a fightNGH! NGH! NGH! NGH!”>
Stroud crooked her right arm into a ‘V’ and jabbed that elbow into the blonde’s flank no less than half a dozen times. “Don’t you ever shut up?” she grunted. “Or are you that high on your own fumOOOOOWWWW DAMN YOU!”
Kathryn drove her right knee into the small of Bridget’s back, then abandoned her Chinlock so she could grope, squeeze, rake and pinch her opponent’s left breast. Grinning as she maneuvered Stroud over onto her stomach, de Chevalier climbed into a seat on her opponent’s back and resumed the Chinlock so she could more easily display Bridget’s pain-stretched features. <“You are no fighter.”> she scoffed. <“No match for a woman of my caliber. You’re good for nothing beyond sympathetic screaming!”> Kathryn emphasized this point by jouncing the Chinlock before switching over to another round of harsh hair-pulling. <“Submit, pig! Crawl from my rinGGGEEERRRHHH!”>
Bridget clamped down on the Frenchwoman’s wrist with a crushing strength de Chevalier didn’t appreciate in the slightest. Leaning back on her mount to put that much more strain on Stroud’s spine, Kathryn managed to wrest her hand free and immediately set about demeaning her adversary with repeated slaps, nose-twisting and fish-facing. <“Piggy want to squeal?”> she hissed. <“Piggy want to squeal? Ask her!”>
BASEMENT ARMBAR AND CHINLOCK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=68PolGi-8Gc
That last bit was directed toward Al, though Bridget must’ve figured out her foe’s meaning because she barked, “NO!” Irritated by the swift denial, Kathryn gave up the Armbar so she could double down on Sweet Disaster’s hair and scrrrrrrrrruuuuuuuuub her face across the canvas-sheathed plywood! Switching over to a far more legal grip on Stroud’s biceps when the referee closed in, de Chevalier rose into a deep crouch and angled the other wrestler’s arms backward across her thighs for--“NNNGGGGGHHH!”
Bridget slipped loose, grabbed hold of the blonde’s boots and skidded backward through her legs to bring Kathryn down flat on her face, chest and tummy! De Chevalier grunted aloud but scrambled to her feet in the span of heartbeats, the curvaceous Frenchwoman whipping around on one heel to catch Stroud rising from a crou---’OOOOOHHHHH!’ from the FAWNatics as Bridget wrapped both arms around Kathryn’s upper thighs and shot onto tiptoe! The look of almost comical surprise on her student’s face caused Anciline a great deal of concern, and justifiably so considering the nauseating THUMP of knee on crotch when Stroud went to one knee to complete the Inverted Atomic Drop! De Chevalier stumbled awkwardly, her formerly sturdy legs doing their best impression over overcooked spaghetti in the wake of Stroud’s counter attack. As for Bridget, she backed into the ropes on her six and came out in a dead sprint just to take to the skies for a High Knee that caught Kathryn flush in the chest!
INVERTED ATOMIC DROP & HIGH KNEE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=kpqNben8-3Q
The blonde went down hard but didn’t stay there for long, in fact she rolled onto her stomach and scrambled to her feet while the mat was still trembling from her initial impact. In this instance a bit of time to collect her thoughts could’ve served her well as the Frenchwoman’s stubborn desire to dominate caused her to throw a Clothesline easily ducked by Minnesota Wild. Ready and waiting by the time de Chevalier turned around, Bridget caught her opponent’s legs for the second time in less than a minute, only now she went up and all the way down, Stroud landing on her knees to THAWHAM! her blonde to the deck with a massive Spinebuster! Popping up along with de Chevalier’s splayed stems, Stroud caught hold of both and somersaulted over her prone prey to finish with her back pressed down on Kathryn’s chest in a Jackknife pin. Carpenter skidded in shortly thereafter and counted out…
SPINEBUSTER & JACKKNIFE PIN:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=VquE2iFzRg8
ONE…
TWO…
De Chevalier bucked her rival loose simultaneous with ‘TWO!’, a show of resilience that soothed Anciline’s jangled nerves. Seated beside her grounded foe, Bridget smoothed her hair back and took a deep breath. “Ya know, you’re almost tolerable when you’re not running your damned mouth.”
<“Speak no more, pig.”> de Chevalier groaned. <“Your every word is excremenNNNGGGHH!”> Bridget stood, measured her adversary, then peeled off a high vertical leap that allowed her to deposit the full weight of her right thigh across Kathryn’s exposed throat!
LEG DROP:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=M1LSj0yZDRs
Stroud didn’t bother trying for a pin, instead she snatched a double handful of blonde hair and gave it a few harder than necessary tugs en route to peeling de Chevalier off the deck. Switching over to a Wristlock as soon as her opponent was upright, Bridget backed her toward the nearest set of strands only to turn ninety degrees when she realized they were headed to de Cyr’s side of the ring. “I don’t think I’m qualified to teach you English.” Stroud told the blonde even as she ground her right shoulder into de Chevalier’s hulking chest. “Respect on the other hand, I’m happy to teach you all about respect, baby.” Kathryn’s muttered response devolved into an angry grunt when Bridget stepped back, dropped a shoulder and whipped her clear across the ring. Throwing herself into the opposite set of strands, Stroud rushed out to meet de Chevalier in the center whereupon reaching she drove the broadside of her left knee into the pit of Kathryn’s stomach with a nauseating THUMP!
KITCHEN SINK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=dawiZiKVFwI
De Chevalier spun over the impaling joint to land flat on her back, then pulled her way to a gut-shot seat to better clutch her assaulted midsection. “Nothing to say now, huh?” Stroud chided as she circled back to the gagging blonde. “Good to know I’ve found a way to shut you--”
<“Fuck off, pig.”> Kathryn rasped. <“I tire of your disgusting HHHHRRGGGGHH!”
Positioned behind her penitent foe, Bridget went up on tiptoe to put a little extra momentum on the Forearm Smash she slammed into the back of de Chevalier’s skull! “Really don’t like the sound of your voice, Kathy.” Stroud admitted as she pulled the Frenchwoman to verticality with a double handful of blonde hair. “But I bet I’ll change my mind once you start wailing and slappin’ the mat!”
Kathryn gurgled something incomprehensible, which didn’t bother Bridget in the slightest. Relinquishing the hair-hold in favor of a grip on her opponent’s left wrist, Minnesota Wild pointed de Chevalier at the ropes (once again making sure to avoid the side closest to Anciline) and set her on her way. One key difference? She didn’t let Kathryn make the trip alone. Indeed, Bridget kept her Wristlock in place to ensure the blonde remained on a short tether as she bounced off the strands and back into another THWHUMPING Kneelift!
REBOUND KITCHEN SINK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Xp6u-p2C3Ic
De Chevalier made an ugly grating noise deep in her throat and doubled over on the spot, alas neither of these reactions freed her from the pitiless grasp of Bridget Stroud. Pivoting her foe ninety degrees to line up with another stretch of ropes, the former rock climber ran Kathryn to her destination and blasted her with the third Kitchen Sink in perhaps a minute. The last blow dropped Kathryn to all fours, the blonde unable to keep her footing after such targeted punishment.
“Yeah, quiet you is the best you.” Stroud said to no one in particular as she welcomed de Chevalier into a snug Standing Headscissors. The Frenchwoman groaned and draaaaaagged angry furrows down the back of her rival’s thighs, however these efforts lacked her usual catty ferocity and all the did was prompt a huge dual overhand SLAP to Kathryn’s haughty glutes!
<“How dare you!?”> she yelped. <“I won’t forget these indignities, you piGGUUHH!”> Stroud hunched over de Chevalier’s back, strapped both arms around her waist for a vicious squeeze that served as a mere precursor to flipping Kathryn onto her shoulders!
<“Fight out, Kathryn!”> de Cyr’s concern was obvious when she called to her protégé. <“Do not allow her to dictate pa--”>
Anciline cringed alongside the rest of the sold-out crowd Bridget swung her burden forward and down, the brunette dropping to a splay-legged seat to PLANT de Chevalier atop the canvas-sheathed plywood courtesy of a Sit-Out Powerbomb! Kathryn bounced on impact but didn’t get off her back, so Sweet Disaster hooked her calves over the blonde’s biceps and leaned into those upturned haunches through a count of…
SIT-OUT POWERBOMB:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=lYz-r8nydo8
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
A disappointed groan from the FAWNatics that just happened to coincide with de Chevalier smecking her thighs against Stroud’s ears to break the pin with half a second to spare. Bridget did not echo their sentiment, rather she looked quite satisfied as she pulled Kathryn to a seat and nuzzled in behind. Throwing her left leg over the blonde’s left shoulder to keep that arm out of play, Stroud leaned across de Chevalier’s back and slipped beneath her right arm so she could pin it beneath her left armpit to wrench it back at a painfully awkward angle.
BASEMENT ABDOMINAL STRETCH:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=LiPYjbsgtcQ
The grounded Abdominal Stretch made Kathryn beat her heels against the mat, though it’s important to note she didn’t cry out until Bridget crooked her right hand into a talon and applied it to her vulnerable belly! <“Whhhuuuhhh… were did you learn your technique, pig? Bard yards, strip clubs or street cornEEEERRRRHHHH!”>
Bridget skewered the blonde’s navel with her index finger and squeezed like she meant to claw out a big ‘ol handful! Al Carpenter knew better than to check any disciple of Anciline de Cyr for a submission too quickly, but after ten seconds of nothing more than moaning and wriggling, he hunkered down beside the action and asked, “What do you say, Kathryn? Do you need me to call for the--”
<“No!”> she snarled at once. <“Leave me be and take your stupid questions with RRRRGGGGGGHHHH!”>
Stroud cranked back on the Abdominal Stretch to ensure her delving digits did that much more damage to the blonde’s defenseless tummy. Releasing her clamp after another sharp squeeze, Bridget flattened that hand into a paddle and SLAPPED Kathryn’s flank and huffed, “Still hanging in there, babe? You’re feeling a little softer than you did be--”
Kathryn’s right arm was still under the American’s control, yet her wriggling and micro-adjusting allowed her just enough leeway to snatch hold of her foe’s hair. Lips curling into a smile as she heard Stroud groan, de Chevalier wrenched the other wrestler’s head up and down half a dozen times before she drew a sharp breath and demanded, <“Release me, pig.”>
Unable to ignore such a blatant violation of the rules, Al reached out and tapped de Chevalier’s wrist. “Off her hair, Kathryn. You know you can’t--”
“It’s ok, Al.” Bridget rasped. “We’re just talking.” With that she balled her slappin’ hand into a fist and began to grrrrrrrrrrrrriiiiiiind her knuckles into Kathryn’s ribs. This abrasive treatment earned another round of tugging from the blonde, which drew some consternation from Carpenter, which in turn caused Anciline to clear her throat.
Al glanced in her direction and was not entirely surprised to hear, “A little leniency please, Algernon. I’m interested to see how this plays out.”
Quite unaware of the interaction between official and executive, Bridget and Kathryn continued to work their respective grips. Snuggled in cheek to cheek with the Frenchwoman now, Stroud switched back to the claw grip, Beautiful Disaster once again targeting her opponent’s belly button. “Let go of my hair right now, bytch.” she whispered. “Or I promise you this will get worse.”
<“I wipe my ass with your threats, pig.”> De Chevalier’s tone was soft, almost playful, though it did nothing to disguise her contempt for the brunette. <“So stop your disgusting snuffling and release--”> Stroud eased off the Belly Claw to send it north to the blonde’s right breast. Unable to stifle a shiver as she felt the strength in her opponent’s fingers. After a moment she hissed, <“You wouldn’t daOOOOOOOOOWWWWWWWW!”
But Bridget did dare, as de Chevalier learned when her rival began to knead with white-knuckled fervor! Shaking her head ‘no, no, no!’ in response to Carpenter’s idiot questions, Kathryn did her damndest to overcome the claw with her hair-pulling, yet it proved a losing battle, especially when Stroud began to alternate between breasts. “Tap out.” Stroud demanded. “You’re finished and you know--”
<“F*ck you.”>
Bridget grimaced, squeezed harder. “I said tap--”
<“This feeble pawing is beneath me, pig. I spit at yourAAAIIIIEEE!”>
Sweet Disaster pinched de Chevalier’s right nipple through the thin spandex of her top and gave it a vicious twist! “Tap. Out. BYTCHRRRGGGGHH!”
Kathryn wrenched her left arm out from under the American’s leg and immediately jabbed two fingers into Bridget’s eyes! Stroud shrieked and abandoned her holds to butt-scoot across the canvas with one hand pressed to her watering eyes. Finally free of the American’s laughable fumblings, de Chevalier scrambled to boot-leather and pounced on Bridget, snatching an ankle in each hand. Backpedaling to the middle of the ring quick enough to give Stroud a bad case of mat burn, Kathryn stretched her foe’s stems wide, then went up on tiptoe and dropped to her knees to THWHUMP a vile Headbutt to the center of her trunks! Bridget jolted like she’d been touched with at cattle prod, but her ankles remained in Kathryn’s possession throughout. Returning to her feet a moment later, the curvaceous blonde hopped forward and down to land on her tummy with her shins braced against Stroud’s inner thighs to pin them in a wide, splayed ‘V’. Al swooped in beside the action and counted out…
LOW HEADBUTT & FRENCH PRESS:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=nTYNjUhwAFw
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
Bridget shuddered free of the predicament to save the match with approximately half a second to spare. <“Steady your nerves, Kathryn.>“ de Cyr told her charge as de Chevalier moved to berate Carpenter for the speed of his count. <“Mademoiselle Stroud is your target and she is currently quite vulnerable. I suggest you capitalize.”>
Kathryn pointed a ‘watch yourself’ sort of finger at the official before she turned the full force of her ire on Bridget. <“Never in all my travels have I encountered a pig as insolent as yourself.”> she hissed while hauling Minnesota Wild to her feet. Positioned directly to the brunette’s left, Kathryn secured a Half Nelson on that arm, then reached around behind her opponent’s head so she could grab the left wrist and pull it tight across Bridget’s throat. Shaking her prey to and fro simply because she could, de Chevalier slammed her right knee into the other wrestler’s midsection once, twice, thrice! From there she swung’ round shoulder to shoulder (her right to Stroud’s left) and threaded her right leg around Bridget’s. Doubling over with the Cobra Clutch still intact, Kathryn whipped ‘em both up and back to THWHAM Bridget against the deck courtesy of a Russian Leg Sweep!
<“I will allow you continue within this match simply for the novelty.”> de Chevalier’s previous haughtiness was once again on full display as she twisted onto her stomach and rose to her knees to continue pouring pressure into the Cobra Clutch. <“But rest assured, you insolent little beast. I can end you in the blink of an eye. And humiliate you even faster.”>
HAUTE TENSION:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=ckfbj-HyMtc
The threat wasn’t yet out of her mouth when Kathryn leaned down and liiiiiiicccccccked Bridget from chin to earlobe! Stroud groaned in furious disgust, pounded a boot against the canvas and tried to wrest free, all to no avail. “Nrrrhhhh… nasty bytch.” she rasped. “You’re going to answer for RGH! RGH! RGH! STOP THAT YOU SHOW-OFF SLUT!”
Kathryn, who’d climbed aboard Stroud tummy to tummy so she could SMECK! her hips against the American’s tummy only smirked in response. <“Hear the cheers, pig? This rabble loves to watch me dominate yuMMMRRRGGGGHH!”>
Bridget grabbed hold of the Frenchwoman’s face and squeeeeeeeeeeezed like she meant to tear it right off her face! Unable to comprehend how this piece of insignificant trash was still resisting her will, de Chevalier slammed her hips into Bridget’s tummy, then threaded her shins under opposing calves and wrenched them apart for a Double Leg Grapevi--“AAARRRHHH!” Bridget wedged the heel of her palm against the underside of Kathryn’s nose and pushed hard enough to make the blonde’s eyes water! Shaking her head didn’t free it from the five-tined clamp, so de Chevalier abandoned the Cobra Clutch to snatch hold of her foe’s wrists. <“BYTCH!”> Kathryn shrieked the instant she was free. <“That’s the last time you’ll disrespect me!”>
“Kiss my NNNGGGGHHH!”
De Chevalier gifted Stroud with some tears of her own thanks to a Headbutt that smashed the bridge of her opponent’s nose. Plunging her hands into Bridget’s battle-damp hair, Kathryn stood up and forced her rival to do the same. Another Headbutt ensured Bridget saw the world through a teary shimmer and that she didn’t find the wherewithal to stumble away before de Chevalier turned ‘round and caught her noggin in a Three Quarters Facelock. Just like that she dropped to one knee to THWONK! Stroud’s forehead off the posted joint!
BEND THE KNEE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=4PdG1s1cuqE
Rocked back on her heels by Kathryn’s ‘Bend the Knee’, Stroud windmilled her arms in a valiant attempt to regain her balance. De Chevalier didn’t bother to wait for the brunette’s success or failure, instead she whipped around and hurled herself into the strands thus ensuring maximum momentum behind the Lariat she THWHACKED across Bridget’s chest! Bridget hit the deck in a heap and Kathryn dropped to one knee beside her, the resurgent Frenchwoman stretching out for an aggressive Lateral Press made all the more mean-spirited by the forearm she grrrroooooound against Stroud’s jawline. Al dove in immediately thereafter to count out an emphatic…
LARIAT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=XW4CsPYtdwk
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
Kathryn hadn’t bothered to cradle the far leg and paid for the lapse when Sweet Disaster kicked free of the cover. Lips set in a thin, grim line, de Chevalier raked a hand through her hair and took a couple deep breaths before she shoveled Bridget onto her belly and planted a knee in the small of her back. In the same instant she grabbed a handful of hair and yanked Stroud’s head up for the sole purpose of hooking three fingers into the left side of the American’s mouth. <“Shriek, pig.”> de Chevalier sneered as she tried her best to pop the fishhook through Bridget’s cheek!
“Hey, stop that Kathryn! You know you can’t just tear at her--”
Apparently Kathryn did not know (or simply didn’t care) because she released her hair-hold for the sole purpose of hooking her middle and index fingers into Stroud’s nostrils for another agonizing hook! <“I said. Shriek. PIG!”> the incensed blonde snarled in her victim’s ear.
Bridget gurgled but she didn’t shriek, much to de Chevalier’s disgust. Putting even more weight on her foe’s back, Kathryn pulled up and might’ve done serious damage if not for Carpenter barking, “ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR!”
She released at the last possible second, raising both hands overhead while fixing the official with a contemptuous stare. On her feet shortly thereafter, de Chevalier strutted to the nearest corner, slipped out onto the apron and climbed to the top turnbuckle. The FAWNatics didn’t care for that too much and they liked it even less when Kathryn raised an imperious finger to her throat and drew it across right to left. Eyes trained on her prone adversary, the black-clad blonde leapt out into the lights and raised her right knee high, all the better to DRIVE it into the center of Bridget’s forehead!
DIVING KNEE DROP:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=HViYAYtoOYc
Tumbling away with the nimbleness of a trained acrobat, de Chevalier hurried back to the wreckage and threw herself across the brunette’s chest in a miniature Splash. No ignoring the far leg now, she drew Stroud’s knee up to chest level while Carpenter and the crowd tolled off…
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO!?
Kathryn jerked Bridget’s head off the canvas, breaking the count of her own volition. <“It is clear you haven’t learned your place.”> she explained to the American in the midst of peeling her off the canvas. <“So I will teach it to you in a way that you shall never forget.”
A Toe Kick doubled Bridget over and allowed de Chevalier to draw her into a Standing Headscissors. Smirking in the face of those ever-mounting jeers, Kathryn cinched her arms around Stroud’s waist and flipped her up onto her shoulders for-- de Chevalier slung her forward and down, just THWHAMMING Bridget onto the deck with a massive Powerbomb! Bridget landed in a Matchbook that gave way to a starfish, one that allowed the domineering blonde to plant a boot in the center of her opponent’s chest. Hands on her hips as the boos threatened to rattle the arena to pieces, Kathryn nodded in time with the count of…
POWERBOMB:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=qTpn1zKHeo0
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO!
Stroud slapped de Chevalier’s boot away so late that Al had to signal the Timekeeper to make sure the match continued! <“Your resilience is disgusting.”> Kathryn hissed down at the trembling frame of her foe. <“Nothing more than the muscle memory of a cowed animal. It is merely a bad habit, one I will break you of this instant.”>
Plunging her hands into Stroud’s hair, de Chevalier scraped the brunette off the mat and switched over to a one-handed grip on Bridget’s shoulder-strap so she could pepper the other wrestler’s cheeks with disrespectful slaps! <“Squeal for me, piggy. Squeal for your mistress.> the blonde demanded as she batted Stroud’s head back and forth. <“Why do you defy me? You’re clearly my inferior within the confines of this ring, perhaps you could best me in a contest of animal noiseNNGGH RRRGGGGGHHH!”
Bridget tagged her arrogant adversary with a quick Headbutt between the eyes, then hooked her left arm over the back of de Chevalier’s head and doubled her over just to THWHACK her across the mouth with a painfully stiff European Uppercut!
Kathryn staggered backward, caught her balance and tasted copper all within the span of heartbeats, though the realization of what’d occurred didn’t actually set in until Stroud dabbed a thumb across her bottom lip and said, “No wonder you love slaps so much. Guess I would too if I took punches like a pampered little byt--”
De Chevalier bellowed with rage and uncorked a massive right hand aimed straight at Bridget’s NO! Sweet Disaster hooked Kathryn’s arm in her own, whipped ‘round so she was back to back with the blonde and trapped her other arm in identical fashion. Just like that Stroud dropped to her knees and leaned down so that her forehead was pressed to the canvas which in turn stacked de Chevalier on her shoulders for the…
BACKSLIDE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=iLffFaO56Hk
ONE…
TWO…
THREE!
Kathryn wrenched loose just after ‘THREE!’ but by then the bell had already sounded, Bridget had rolled out to the floor and the Announcer was confirming the awful news in that hateful gibberish this continent insisted was a language. “Ladies and gentlemen, your winner via pin-fall… BRIDGET STROUD!”
Stroud pounded both fists against the apron, held them high for the adulation of the FAWNatics. “That’s what you get you nasty little snot.” she huffed at the fuming blonde. “Maybe next time you’ll come at me with a little more respecNNNNGGHHH!”
Anciline decked Bridget with a Forearm Smash to the bash of the neck, then snatched her at trunks and tresses and slung her back into the squared circle. “Let this be a lesson in humility for you, Ms. Stroud.” the executive murmured to the gobsmacked grappler. <“And to you as well, Kathryn.”>
Kathryn spared her mentor a dark look, albeit a brief one as she was currently consumed by the fury of yanking defeat from the jaws of victory. Peeling Bridget off the canvas immediately thereafter, she wedged the brunette’s head between her thighs and butterflyed her arms, but instead of clasping her hands to complete the Double Underhook, she hunched forward and palmed Bridget’s thighs just above her knees. From there she upended the former rock climber in an awkward, splay-legged arrangement that lasted long enough for de Chevalier to turn to all four sides of the ring. Ending her journey on the hard camera, Kathryn went up on tiptoe, then dropped to a seat and THAWHONKED the crown of Bridget’s skull into the deck with the Package Piledriver she‘d dubbed Francais par le Sang Verse.
FRANCAIS PAR LE SANG VERSE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=4STU9glZDl8
Unconscious from the moment she landed, Stroud didn’t remember a bit of what happened next, but she watched it more than a dozen times over the next few days. Straddling the starfished grappler’s waist, Kathryn secured a wrist in each hand and pinned them high overhead so she could leeeeeeeeeeeeeean her prodigious chest down to within inches of the American’s face.
<“None deserve this humiliation more than you, pig.”> de Chevalier cooed over the roar of the crowd and the soft smack of jugg on cheek. <“But I deserve to feel your begging and your tears, so I shall wait until our paths next cross. Only then will you pay the full price for your arrogance.”>
Promise made, she planted a kiss in the center of Stroud’s forehead before returning to boot-leather to raise her arms in a triumphant ‘V’. The FAWNatics didn’t like it a goddamned bit, which probably explained why de Chevalier smiled so brightly as she made her exit with the ruins of the so called ‘winner’ smoldering in her wake.