Post by hawkeye on Aug 9, 2021 0:13:47 GMT
The Red, White, & Bruised audience was still coming down from the last show of violence when the Announcer hit ‘em with another jolt. “Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall with a thirty minute time limit. Introducing first, hailing from Denver, Colorado she stands at five feet eight inches tall and weighs in tonight at one hundred and forty-three pounds. They call her the Peacekeeper, the BFG and the Camouflage Crusher! This is the One Woman Army… BECKY CLAYTON!”
‘White Flag’ stomped through the speakers to ensure everyone was on their feet before the heavy artillery made her arrival.
WHITE FLAG:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=RWzZeA2GMsk
Take a hit, shoot me down, shoot me down
I won't ever hit the ground, hit the ground
Playing dead, I'll never do
Gotta keep an eye on you
Patience is wearing thin, paper thin
Promises broke again, what a sin
But it only feeds my energy
So don't expect no sympathy
Smoke, fire, it's all going up
Don't you know I ain't afraid to shed a little blood?
Smoke, fire, flares are going up, flares are going up!
BECKY CLAYTON:
The chorus started in time with Clayton’s arrival, the hardbody battler brushed through the curtain to lay claim to the center of the stage. Bex looked stronger than ever tonight, but it was hard not to wonder about her head-space after the events of the last several months. Dropping the FAWN World Championship to Amara Singh was painful enough, but afterward she’d been brutalized by Adelaide Brewster and when she’d gone looking for revenge at Spring Break, the Darling of the Abattoir had dealt Clayton one of her most humiliating defeats.
Even so, the expression on her face suggested these tribulations were motivators rather than millstones and none of the Howling Commandos were surprised when she greeted them with her incomparable double bicep flex. For this revenge mission the Camouflage Crusher was still living up to the name, as she sported the traditional green & brown camouflage two-piece with tie-sided bottoms and an impossible to ignore ladder / double helix of lycra that ran from the top of her waistband all the way to the southern border of her low-cut sports bra. The gear was completed with dark green pads, black boots and a few wraps of matte black wrist-tape.
Taking a moment to draw in a deep breath as the crowd cheered her on, Clayton started toward the ring. Fans on both sides reached out for her and though the blonde extended her own hands in return, she never once shifted to either side to catch anyone that couldn’t reach on the first pass. Becky’s palms were offered freely enough, but the look on her face suggested the former World Champion’s mind was on nothing but the battle ahead. Rolling under the bottom rope when she reached ringside, Clayton bounced to her feet and strode to hard camera side where she promptly mounted the middle rope and snapped off a crisp salute. This raised another round of cheers that she thanked with a nod, then she hopped down and moved to the far corner where referee Algernon Carpenter waited to perform a quick check of her pads and boots.
“And introducing her opponent, being accompanied to the ring by Sierra Mist, she hails from Oxrun Station, Connecticut, stands five feet six inches tall and weighs in tonight at one hundred and twenty-nine pounds, she is the Weeping Angel… ADELAIDE BREWSTER!”
Troubled by the mere sound of that name, the FAWNatics growled and grumbled once the speakers flowed into the ominous synth beat at the heart of Harlo’s ‘You Might Be The Killer.’ With it came a departure of the lights, gloom reigning in the arena until a series of spotlights raced from the ring to the stage in a pattern quite reminiscent of a racing pulse.
YOU MIGHT BE THE KILLER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=OIQ36Q3SSeY
I was on the hunt for blood
You were feeling lost in love
All it took was just one look and you were into me
I wish that i could cut you free
But you're already in too deep
You feel the curiosity of what we could be
SIERRA MIST:
A figure appeared in the light at the top of the stage, not the Nosferhotu but her new friend (and own personal Renfield) disgraced medical student Sierra Mist. Seemingly unconcerned by the sounds, lights or surroundings, Mist reached up and undid the knot of the bright green scarf at her throat, then pulled it away to reveal signs of a earlier feeding.
Baby if it's on don't hesitate
I promise you I'll be your best mistake
You found me for a reason, call it fate
'Cause it's feeling great
The night's about to get real
We're going in for the kill
This is power, it's not cold hearted
And we're just getting started
The lights went out again and when they returned Adelaide was directly behind Sierra, her face lowered to the brunette’s neck for a little pre-match boost. Sated for the moment, Brewster circled around in front of the little brunette and ‘PFWOOOOSHED!’ a cloud of red skyward as she started down the aisle.
ADELAIDE BREWSTER:
For tonight‘s rematch (or as she called it, seconds), the Sanguinaire wore a stygian black two-piece done in crushed velvet that showed off the power in her hips and shoulders in almost agonizing detail. The look was accented with a clunky silver belt complete with a buckle done up as a snarling wolf’s head and matching black boots and pads.
Reaching the ring quickly without a single glance at the unworthy meat gathered ‘round the killing floor, Adelaide stopped a few steps shy of the apron and held her ground while Sierra took point in climbing onto the apron. Turning to face the Daughter of Darkness, Mist sat on the middle rope and pushed down while using one hand to push the top rope up. Her free hand she extended to Adelaide, then swept toward the squared circle. “Come in, won’t you?” Properly invited, Brewster sprang onto the apron and swept through the strands to take up residence in the center of the ring. A second plume of mist stippled the canvas with red several seconds before Al Carpenter hurried over to finish his petty ablutions. Adelaide paid them no mind, her attention was for Becky Clayton and no one else.
The Howling Commandos more than lived up to that nickname in the noise produced urging their heroine out of the corner when the bell clanged. Becky heard every bit of it if the fire in her eyes was any indication, so it was more than a little surprising when the Peacekeeper adopted a more measured approach along the ropes.
Adelaide noted this and smiled faintly, the Queen of Nightmares answering her rival by striding to the center of the squared circle like it was hers and hers alone. Eyes locked on Clayton, she pivoted to keep the former World Champion straight ahead, however she made no effort to raise her hands or adopt a defensive crouch when Bex closed in. “It’s good to see you again, soldier.” Brewster purred. “Though I must admit, I expected this challenge last month. Tell me, did it really take you six weeks to stop sleeping on your stoma--” Adelaide pirouetted to the side just as Clayton tried to put the sole of her boot through the spot so recently occupied by the brunette’s hateful face.
Becky recovered her footing easily enough, however she didn’t get the chance to turn around before Adelaide snatched hold of her left wrist and folded it up between her shoulders in a Hammerlock! Dipping under the blonde’s right arm while still maintaining the simple submission, Brewster curled her free hand into a fist, drew it back and-- “NNNGGGGHHH!”
Hammerlock be damned, Clayton lunged forward and drove a Headbutt into the bridge of Adelaide’s nose! The Daughter of Darkness forgot all about the Heart Punch in favor of her throbbing face, a distraction that let Becky catch her in a snug Bear Hug immediately thereafter. But no submission this, the Camouflage Crusher dipped low and popped her hips to whip Adelaide up, over and down, Clayton landing with every bit of her weight atop Brewster’s chest for the Belly to Belly Suplex. Kneeling beside the stunned battler with her hands still locked, Becky hopped from Adelaide’s right flank to her left and used the momentum to bring them both back to boot-leather. Soon as they were up she repeated the Suplex, Clayton planting her adversary on the deck with a ring-rattling THAWHAM! Forgoing a third throw in favor of a quick pin, Becky hooked the far leg and nodded in time with the…
ROLLING BELLY TO BELLY SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=85Q_Kz0uKYk
ONE…
TWO…
Adelaide kicked out alongside ‘TWO!’, then barrel-rolled her way under the bottom rope for a quick reprieve after that less than ideal start. “RUN WHILE YOU CAN, HONEY!” Clayton hollered as she rose to a standing ovation from those assembled. “THAT COUNT’S ONLY GONNA SAVE YOU FOR SO LONG!”
Down on the floor, Sierra sidled up to her patron and eased her away from the apron on the off-chance that horrid woman tried to take her offense to the air. Adelaide allowed it for a moment, but she straightened up and pushed Mist aside when Clayton stomped over to the edge and sat down on the middle strand. “C’mon Addy, isn’t this exactly what you need?” Becky extended a hand toward the brunette only to sweep it into the ring. “Consider this your official invitation. Now get in here and take this ass kicking.”
Adelaide drew in a deep breath through her nose and held it for a few long seconds before letting it out slow. “Shame has made you bold, soldier. The sign of my hands on your tender little cheeks may have faded some time ago, but my talons are still BURIED in your hear--”
Still seated on the second strand, Becky kissed the tips of her fingers and smacked her hip hard enough to earn a ‘woooooo!’ from several floor-seat fans. “Get your shots in now, Brewster.” she threatened. “Because when this over I’ll be sitting right on your nasty little face!”
“That seems unlikely, chattel.” Adelaide’s voice was cold. “If anything, you’ll be buried ass-deep in an ice bath when this is all over… assuming you’re not carted out of here on a stretcher.”
The threat got Clayton through the ropes, or rather it would have if Al Carpenter hadn’t put a hand on her shoulder. “Hold the high ground, Bex.” he said softly. “She still has to come to--”
Becky returned to the squared circle and brushed the ref aside in a single motion. “Don’t waste your breath.” she muttered. “You’re on my shyt-list too, Al.”
The referee grimaced, then nodded. “I know. I’ll do what I can to get--”
Adelaide lunged under the bottom rope, snatched hold of the blonde’s left ankle and would’ve yanked her off balance if Clayton hadn’t hooked both arms over the top rope. “Sneaking bytch!” Becky tried to kick her way free of Brewster’s clutches, a task made quite a bit more difficult by the rubber-coated steel. “Get your goddamned hands offa meOOOWWWWWW!”
The Sanguinaire hunched over the exposed limb and sank her teeth into Clayton’s calf! “Stop biting, Adelaide!” Carpenter barked at once. “I mean it, ONE! TWO! THREE!”
He never got to ’FOUR!’ because Becky tugged loose and drove a rough kick into her opponent’s shoulder. Adelaide stumbled, caught her balance against the barricade and actually had the temerity to laugh aloud when she saw the fury in Clayton’s eyes. “Ok, f*cker.” Becky growled. “You want me to chase you? I hope you’re ready to dire tired.”
Adelaide only spread her arms wide and started backing down the narrow ringside aisle toward the Commentary Table. No holding back the big blonde Destroyer now, she slipped out to the floor and took off after Brewster in a loping sprint that forced the brunette to take to her heels to avoid being overtaken. Even then she was only a few steps ahead and the growing rumble of the FAWNatics suggested that Clayton would catch her quarry mere heartbeats after they rounded the next corn-- Adelaide juked to the right to avoid Sierra Mist, who’d thrown herself into the line of fire to protect her--THAWHAP! Becky never broke stride, she simply reared back and smote the former med student across the chest with a Lariat that flipped her inside out en route to a facedown landing on the blue-padded floor!
It wasn’t much as far as leads went, yet it gave Brewster enough time to dive back into the ring and make it to her feet a few steps ahead of the BFG. Clayton followed an identical path only to hit full reverse and slide clear of the Elbow Drop Adelaide unleashed on the vacated canvas! Cursing, Brewster rolled to a seat and-- “HRRGGHH!” Becky was on her in the blink of an eye, the former World Champion catching her rival in a burly Full Nelson even as she clambered to verticality.
“Don’t even think about tapping out.” Clayton had Adelaide’s chin deep in her own décolletage and was applying pressure like she meant to touch the brunette’s nose to her sternum. “You’re not going anywhere until I say you’ve had gggrrrggghhh!”
Brewster couldn’t get free so she made the chattel’s little trap all the more costly by filling her hands with Bex’s hair. Carpenter told her to release the grip at once, Adelaide replied by trying to release a couple patches of her rival’s scalp. “My grip is stronger than yours, bytch.” Clayton told her opponent. “Making me prove it is going to cost you dear--”
“Bore me with threats and I’ll spank you again.” Adelaide sneered. “Briefs around your ankles this time. That’s a promNNNGGGGGHH!”
The Camouflage Crusher powered Brewster off her feet and dropped to a seat to THWHUMP the brunette’s butt on the deck with a Full Nelson Bomb! Such a maneuver wasn’t a part of Clayton’s day to day arsenal, but no one at Red, White & Bruised argued with its efficacy, especially after Becky shifted to one knee and seamlessly transitioned from the Full Nelson to a Surfboard.
Brewster groaned, shook her head ‘no, no, no!’ when Carpenter fouled the air by asking if she wanted to submit. “Yuuuuhhhh… you don’t really want this to be over so soon, do you, Algernon?” Adelaide giggled. “You’re just like the rest of this little mob, you can’t WAIT to watch me humble this meat-bag againNNNNRRRRRHHH!”
Clayton shifted her grip to crank Adelaide’s arms straight backward! With the brunette’s hands scrabbling and clawing at her shoulders, the Camouflage Crusher slipped her arms around Brewster’s biceps and laced her fingers across the base of her foe’s skull in a sort of hyper-extended Full Nelson. “Nothing humble here, honeybunch.” Bex grunted as she leeeeeeeeeeeeeaaaaaned every bit of her weight into the shoulder-wrenching, neck-cranking submission. “Just one pissed off chick looking to collect some arms as payback.”
HYPEREXTENDED FULL NELSON:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Y-taKILFhqo
She hadn’t actually asked for her foe’s submission, but Carpenter didn’t much care for the angle of Brewster’s arms or neck, so he crouched beside the action. “What do you say, Adelaide? Need me to call for the bell?”
“Hhhhrrrhh… hardly.” Adelaide couldn’t meet his eyes, but she managed to shake her head ‘no’. “But do ask my opponent if she’s still using the same moisturizer. I’ll be sorely disappointed if my seat tonight isn’t as comfortable as NNNNNNNGGGHHH!”
Becky got to her feet and pushed the brunette down until her forehead was maybe six inches above the canvas. “Never again, bytch.” the blonde promised her suffering prey. “I’ll die before I let you treat me like that agaRRRRRHHH!”
Adelaide was in no position to escape this Fullest of Nelsons, so she made the application thereof a great deal more painful by digging her talons into the other wrestler’s straining shoulders. Smirking in spite of the creeping numbness in her arms, Adelaide chuckled and asked, “What do you mean, again, soldier? Judging by the fear in your tone I’m STILL treating you like NGH! NGH! NGH!”
Becky went up on tiptoe, then dropped to one knee, a tactic she repeated three times to pound the bony joint into her opponent’s defenseless lower back! From there she transitioned back to a more traditional Full Nelson and used it to haul the trapped grappler to boot-leather. Feet planted firm, Clayton swung her burden left and right for a solid five seconds before setting her on woozy feet. “Tell them you submit.” the blonde growled in Adelaide’s ear. “Tell them you’re finished!”
Brewster waggled a finger ‘no, no, no’, not only to deny the demand, but to prevent Carpenter from intruding on a private conversation. “That would be a lie, and I never lie to the chattel, soldier. I can however describe for them the sensation of your defeated, wracking sobs reverberating against my tr--”
There was a ring-rattling THAWHAM followed by a roar from the crowd when Becky muscled Adelaide high into the air, halved her grip at the apex and ultimately laid out on her belly to plant the former World Champion on the deck! The force of it bounced Brewster to a seat, so Bex stretched her out flat and went for a cover, the Peacekeeper cradling that far leg for an emphatic…
FULL NELSON SLAM:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=socBSniDs5M
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
Adelaide’s arms and shoulders had taken heavy fire in the last few minutes, her legs however were still unscathed and they’re what saved her from an ignominious defeat. Clayton didn’t question the escape, she just smoothed her hair down, then ‘smecked’ her right hand around Adelaide’s throat and used the Goozle to haul her upright.
“That’s a choke!” Sierra complained from the outside, though her voice lacked its usual urgency in the wake of that murderous Lariat. “It’s an illegal hold, Carpenter! Make her break it!”
The ref looked from Bex to Sierra and back again. “Do I need to count, Becky?”
“Four?” she scoffed. “I don’t need that long.”
The words weren’t even out of her mouth when she wedged her free hand into the fork of Adelaide’s crotch and muscled her into the overhead lights courtesy of a flawless Military Press! Holding her rival aloft like a hunting trophy or possibly a sacrifice, Becky turned in a slow circle to better show her off to the FAWNatics. Galvanized by the raucous bellows of those assembled, Becky began to do reps with her brunette while continuing to turn in place. “Not so bad now, are ya?” Clayton huffed as she gouged a stubby claw into the center of Adelaide’s briefs. “Just another punk who can’t take what the dish OOOOWWWWWW!”
Far more lively than the standard hunting trophy, the Sanguinaire answered Becky’s question with a quick claw raked across her eyes! Even that wasn’t enough to break the BFG’s grip, so Brewster scored her twice more, then popped her hips and dropped down directly to land in front of-- Adelaide raised her knees to chest-level while simultaneously lacing her hands across the base of Becky’s skull. Doing so brought Brewster down flat on her back while also tearing the blonde free of her moorings and THWHUMPING her full force onto those upturned joints!
DOUBLE KNEE FACEBUSTER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=yxljIdhFAas
The improvised Double Knee Facebuster launched Clayton high into the air before depositing her in a gulping sprawl several feet removed from where she started. “Adelaide! Over here!” Sierra pounded the apron with both hands while her benefactor blinked into the lights and rubbed a hand across her traumatized neck. “This way, please! You need to feed!”
Brewster nodded vaguely, rolled onto her stomach and started to crawl toward Sierra, who’d pulled up her right shirt sleeve and shoved that hand under the bottom rope. Behind her, Clayton sat up and knuckled her eyes with one hand while pressing her other arm against her aching sternum. The sight of Brewster retreating in the direction of her pet lunatic got Bex on her feet in short order even though she was still rather short of breath in the wake of the Facebuster. “Where you going, succubytch?” the blonde grunted as she gave chase. “I’m not finished with--”
Adelaide rolled over, sat up and sneered, “You were finished the instant the bell sounded, chatt--” Becky lunged, caught Brewster by the left ankle and immediately took a nasty kick to her right thigh for the effort. Doing so broke Clayton’s grip and sent her stumbling back a few steps while Adelaide skittered into a seat against the strands. The Camouflage Crusher held her position because she expected Adelaide to call for a break, so she was understandably surprised and infuriated when the Daughter of Darkness purred, “What are you waiting for, orders? Very well, I order you to keep fighting, you whiny little pussy.”
Ask and ye shall receive because Clayton was on Brewster in a trice, the Peacekeeper seemingly clearing a third of the squared circle in a single bound to plunge a hand into Brewster’s dark-- “HHRRRGGK!” Adelaide snatched hold of the blonde’s waistband and yanked her off balance and down into a throat-first landing across the middle rope!
Becky coughed and retched, both hands flying to her burning windpipe. Pressing as the situation was, it grew all the more dire once Brewster hauled her to verticality and forced her upper body through the gap between top and middle rope. “Oh my, we seem to be facing the hard camera.” Adelaide told the blonde as she grabbed her by the forearms and quickly draped each over the top rope. “I do hope nothing untoward happens in full view of a worldwide audience.”
“Guuuuhhhh….get f*cked.” Clayton rasped. “You don’t scare meHHRGGH!”
If Becky wasn’t scared she was certainly suffering as soon as Brewster hopped up and snaked her legs around the blonde’s waist for a rib-crushing Bodyscissors! With her arms effectively neutralized the Camouflage Crusher couldn’t defend against the hold, nor could she protect her head when Adelaide leaned forward, snaked an arm beneath her chin and craaaaaaaaaaaaanked back on a nastily-augmented Dragon Sleeper!
ROPE HUNG NASTINESS:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=vyl1XcAARCg
“Break it up, Brewster!” Carpenter demanded to his charge. “She’s in the ropes!”
“All right, all right. But before I do, should I bite her neck or twist her nipples?”
“What? You can’t bite her nec--”
“Twist her nipples it is, then!”
“Drrrrhhh…don’t you dareEERRRHH OOOOWWW!” Becky’s warning quickly rose to a keening wail when Adelaide wormed a hand beneath the left cup of her top and gave that defenseless nub a sharp tweak! One wasn’t nearly enough for Brewster’s liking, but Carpenter was already partway through another of his tedious counts so the Sanguinaire quickly switched over to Clayton’s right breast so she could at least inflict a matching set before she disengaged at ‘FOUR!’
“Tell me, soldier.” Adelaide cooed as she backed away from the vulnerable blonde. “Is there a particular chill in the air tonight? Or are you perhaps more responsive to my touch than you’d care to admit?”
Clayton answered with a disgusted grunt, but her attention was otherwise focused on extricating herself from those rubber-coated steel cobwebs. Grimacing as she pressed a forearm to her stinging chest, the BFG wheeled around so she could lean against the ropes while staring daggers through the other wrestler. “You have no f*cking idea what you’re doing.” Bex told the Queen of Nightmares. “But if you go for my suit one more time, you will. And I swear to all that is holy you won’t like--”
“I’m afraid you’re kneeling at the wrong altar, soldier.” Adelaide interrupted with a sneering smile. “But I’m more than happy to administer a communion you’ll never--”
Clayton exploded off the ropes, apparently having had enough of that brunette blasphemy. She unleashed the same Lariat that’d almost crushed Sierra’s clavicle a little earlier, alas, Adelaide must’ve sensed it coming because she reared back on one heel and simply fired off a high kick that DROVE the ball of her left heel into the other wrestler’s right bicep! Becky groaned, pulled that arm tight across her chest and stamped around in a little circle to walk off the worst of the-- Adelaide did some spinning as well, though hers proved far more offensive (in multiple ways) in nature as it ended with her blasting her right elbow offa Clayton’s forehead!
The Camouflage Crusher reeled in place, wounded arm still tight to her chest, the other loose at one side. Brewster contemplated the scene for a heartbeat or two, found an angle she liked, then twisted through a quarter turn and THWHACKED her right foot off the side of Becky’s skull!
ROLLING ELBOW & QUESTION MARK KICK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=HSG6hmx2TGw
That last kick swung Clayton through a drunken lurch that should’ve ended with her spilling into the ropes, but it did not because Adelaide rushed in from behind and kept her upright with a gaudy double handful of rack! Bex shrieked in pained outrage, caught hold of the brunette’s wrists and shrieked all the louder when Brewster chomped down on the side of her neck! The Peacekeeper released Adelaide’s wrists so she could deal with her foe’s inelegant feasting, unfortunately this proved a costly decision when the Weeping Angel tightened her grip and pulled down! Momentarily frozen by the re-circulated air hitting her bare chest, Clayton could only gawp when Adelaide dismissed the catty grip in favor of wrenching the Destroyer’s arms behind her back in a Double Chickenwing. Muscling the wide-eyed Destroyer through another half circle, Brewster pumped a pair of Kneelifts into opposing glutes, then leaned in to whisper, “Oh no! Everyone’s looking!” Becky looked up without thinking and found herself torn loose from her moorings when Adelaide popped her hips and THWHUMPED her down on the back of her head and shoulders via a huge Tiger Suplex! Brewster bridged onto her toes to keep Clayton shoulders down, ass up through a count of…
BRIDGING TIGER SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=bVR73na6CI0
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
The One Woman Army twisted loose of the pin and flopped onto all fours, battle-damp blonde hair hanging down into her face as she took several deep breaths--“OOOOOHHHHH STOP THAT, DAMN YOU!” Becky hated the sound of her own voice, but she seemed powerless to stop it once Adelaide reached under her arms and secured two greedy handfuls of her girls!
Delighted by the mixture of anger, confusion and yes, fear, she smelled rolling off the blonde in waves, Brewster continued to knead, grope and tease even as Clayton fought onto her knees and scrabbled at the brunette’s wrists. “What’s the matter, soldier?” Adelaide chided her suffering adversary. “Isn’t this exactly what you wanted? You did invite me inside after rrrrrggggggghhh!”
Realizing that she couldn’t simply prize the Sanguinaire’s hands from her bounty, Becky sent her own claws north and plunged ‘em into her foe’s dark hair! Adelaide hissed, but made no other protest even as her head was wrenched to one side, Sierra on the other hand pounded the apron and called out, “Illegal hold, Carpenter! Get her out of Adelaide’s hair!”
Al brushed her off with an annoyed ‘I’ve got it, thanks’ wave of his hand, then turned to his charges and said, “Hands off the hair, Bex. You know the rul--”
“She’s moved beyond the reach of your rules, I’m afraid.” Brewster interrupted, her voice quite controlled despite the strain brought on by that white-knuckle tugging. “Which is not to say she can act with impunity, heavens no. The dear soldier has wandered into MY domain and so she is going to heed my words when I say, bytch, let go of my hair.”
Becky shifted her legs, made it to one knee and continued her quest to snatch Brewster bald even as she fought to verticality. “I’ve got a better idea.” Clayton growled as she felt her nails trailing across the other woman’s scalp. “YOU let go and maybe I won’t tear your head offFAAAAARRRRHHHHHHHHH FAAAAHK!”
Becky’s show of grit and determination had inadvertently placed her neck within easy reach of the Nosferhotu’s jaws, an oversight that proved most painful when the former World Champion nuzzled in and chomped down on the side of her neck! The biting in conjunction with the hair-pulling meant Carpenter now had two illegal holds to deal with, thus he elected the count over another warning. “Break those holds, ladies! Now! ONE! TWO! THREE! FO--”
Adelaide freed her hands just to crook them into talons for a swipe across the BFG’s eyes! Becky yelped, released her own grip and went to rub at her face only to seek out the brunette’s wrists for a second time when Brewster once again ‘smecked’ her hands down on Clayton’s aggrieved assets! No claw now, the Queen of Nightmares got low and snapped off a violent bridge to hurl Becky ass over teakettle with a Suplex that turned the blonde inside out before she THAWHAMMED down flat on her face, chest and belly!
The demoralized Destroyer remained where she landed until Brewster crawled over and barreled her onto her back. In the next instant she circled ‘round to Clayton’s feet, slipped her arms underneath and wedged her shoulders into the pits of her opponent’s knees to fold her in half with a Matchbook that held fast for…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO
Becky twisted to one side, spilling to her shoulder and hip to escape defeat with half a second to spare. Knelt beside her prey, Adelaide set her hands on her thighs and took a moment to observe the situation. “How is it, I wonder,” she mused while making a tiny adjustment to her own waistband, “that the skinny little Raven is better at this than you? She can at least endure my presence without shivering uncontrollably. You though,” she honed in on Clayton’s left hand, which was trying to get her top back into place, grabbed hold of it and tossed it aside to ensure yet another round of angry jeers and raucous whistles. “You act as though no one’s ever slapped your face before and I’ve watched enough tape to know that’s simply not true.”
“Gruuuuhhhh… grandstanding bytch.” Becky had once again clambered to all fours. “You’re going to pay for trying to humiliate AAAARRRRGGGGGGGHHH!”
Adelaide set her fingertips against the blonde’s shoulders and dragged them down to her waistband in a show of savage scoring that sent Clayton rearing back on her knees! “TRYING?” Adelaide scoffed. “Have you not been paying attention, soldier? I AM humiliating you. And these people are loving every second of it.”
The boos cascading toward the ring told Bex that Brewster’s observation was far from true, though she heard enough lusty cheers to suggest it wasn’t an outright falsehood either. “Tuuuuhhh… two can play that game, Brewster.” the Camouflage Crusher rasped as she trudged her way to full verticality. “And you’re not gonna like what happens when it’s my turNNNRRGGGHHH!”
Adelaide caught Clayton’s left wrist in her right hand and bent it back behind her head (so that Becky was effectively patting her own right shoulder) in that awful upside-down Hammerlock that served as a precursor to the Heart Pun--“AAAAAIIIIEEEEEE!” Becky went pigeon-toed, her knees grinding together as she wailed to the heavens when the Weeping Angel teased the Heart Punch only to seize her left nipple in a white-knuckle pincer!
“I think we can agree that the punch is quite unnecessary at this point.” Brewster sneered as she continued to pluck and pull at the sensitive flesh. “Your heart is no threat to me or anyone else, though it may yet make a satisfying midnight snaNNUUFFHH!”
Clayton balled her right hand into a fist and slammed it into Adelaide’s ribs once, twice, three times. There would’ve been more if the brunette hadn’t interrupted her foe’s rhythm with the most terrible tweaking yet. Bex hissed through gritted teeth, then sobbed aloud when Brewster’s miniature manacle finally overwhelmed her legs and she crumpled to her knees!
Unable (or perhaps unwilling) to keep the smile off her face, Adelaide glanced ot Al Carpenter and ordered, “Ask her.” The ref grimaced.
“C’mon Adelaide, you know she’s not gonna give to--”
Brewster twissssssssssssted her wrist back and forth to earn a loud wail and a round of half-hearted scrabbling at her left hip. “I’ve reduced a former World Champion to a state of penitent weeping, little man.” she cooed. “This is no time to spare her feelings, so please be so kind as to do your f*cking jobBRRRHHH!”
Adelaide lost all interest in the zebra when Becky answered her pincer with a scooping claw applied directly to the center of her tormentor’s trunks! Teeth clenched against the nauseating pain bubbling up from her gut, Brewster could’ve ended the counterattack quite easily with a free hand, however the Weeping Angel refused to relinquish either of her own grips. Instead she yanked one and plucked the other to let the chattel know she wasn’t intimidated in the slightest. “Uuuuhhhh…unhand me, bytch.” she growled. “Or I promise you’ll never show your face in this building agOOOOOOHHHHH!”
Adelaide’s groan of anguish was overwhelmed by a delighted roar from the Howling Commandos as their heroine redoubled her efforts, then powered to her feet while forcing the brunette onto tiptoe. Incensed to lose any ground in a contest she’d initiated, Brewster abruptly released the pincer, flattened that hand into a paddle and SLAPPED Clayton flush on the mouth! She was in the midst of seeking out the blonde’s right nipple when Becky grunted, “That all you got, bytch? No wonder they love it whenever I throw your catty ass aroNGH!”
Adelaide slapped her again, then balled that hand into a fist. Drawing back, she honed in on a spot just above Clayton’s left breast and hissed, “Welcome to the killing floor, chattHHHRRRRGGGHH!”
Bex finally wrenched her left hand free of the Hammerlock and celebrated by clouting Brewster across the cheek with a massive backhand! Adelaide reeled on the spot but couldn’t go very far due to the Peacekeeper’s tenacious grip, at least not until Becky stepped in and wedged her head beneath the brunette’s right arm while simultaneously hooking that leg in a loose cradle. With Adelaide reduced to one good foot, Becky dipped into a deep squat, then popped her hips to send the Darling of the Abattoir soaring through the air with a huge Exploder! Adelaide landed clean but bounced ugly, the residual force of the landing sending her bumping and thumping to within arm’s reach of the bottom rope.
EXPLODER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=u1jE_sxnscs
She didn’t land near Sierra, but Mist rectified that by quickly circling around to that side of the ring. “To me, Adelaide.” she urged her bloody benefactor. “Follow my voice. Better yet, follow this.” she reached her right hand beneath the rope, offering the underside of her wrist to the Weeping Angel’s perpetual hunger. Brewster didn’t actually open her eyes, but she took a deep breath and rolled close enough for Mist to hook on and drag her to the relative safety of the floor.
Elsewhere in the squared circle, Becky laid on her back with one arm draped protectively across her stinging chest. Keeping her breathing as deep and steady as possible, she fumbled for her dangling top, went to slip it back on, then cursed when she realized the strap had snapped at some point during all of Adelaide’s tugging. “F*ck it.” Clayton grabbed the dangling material in both hands, tore it away, then tucked the now un-tethered ‘double helix’ of fabric into her briefs.
Al had counted through all of this, though he’d made sure to keep the pace slow so that he’d just reached ‘SIX!’ when Becky sat up and twisted to one knee. A chill ran up the blonde’s spine when she didn’t immediately locate her adversary, though she calmed considerably when she spotted Adelaide leaning against Sierra in front of the Commentary Table. Seeing Clayton up and moving again meant Carpenter was free to turn his attention to the Daughter of Darkness, so he headed over to the edge of the ring and said, “Catch your breath and get back inside, Adelaide. The match is still going.”
“Only by my whim, little man.” the brunette countered. “I’ll take the soldier to slaughter in good time, but for now I desire a bit more--”
Brewster trailed off into irritated silence when Al simply began the twenty count. “ONE… TWO… THREE… FOUR… FIVE…”
Patently unimpressed by the zebra’s attempt at authority, Adelaide took hold of Sierra’s wrist and raised it to her lips for a much needed sna-- The Peacekeeper raced by on Carpenter’s right and leapt onto the second rope directly to the right of the turnbuckle. In the same instant she hopped from there to top rope on the other side of the turnbuckle and from there she dove into the void, Becky turning her whole body into a missile that smashed down on Mist alone because Adelaide shoved her into the blonde’s path!
TRIANGLE CROSSBODY:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=TCP1SuDwLeA
Clayton scrambled to her feet at once, eyes locked on the brunette who’d avoided her assault by the slimmest of margins. “Get your ass over here and fight, you sneaking piece of shyt.”
Those words were barely out of her mouth when Adelaide pounced, the Nosferhotu leading with wicked talons that would’ve slashed Bex’s eyes if the BFG hadn’t dipped low at the last possible second. The force of her miss swung Adelaide around in a half circle, leaving her back to-- Becky thrust her head under the brunette’s left arm, wrapped her right arm around Brewster’s waist and pressed her left hand to her butt all so she could boost Adelaide up onto her right shoulder and THAWHAM her down onto the Commentary Table!
BACKDROP SUPLEX ON TABLE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=qLfAQBd19yw
Brewster and the table both groaned without giving way, meaning Becky didn’t feel the tiniest bit guilty snatching a whole lotta hair and tugging her prey clear. An equally greedy handful of velvet briefs meant Adelaide wasn’t going anywhere Clayton didn’t authorize and at the moment that meant she was bound for the squared circle with nothing to show for it save an aching back and a stinging wedgie.
Sliding under the bottom rope a mere whisper after her opponent, Becky scrambled to boot-leather and shot toward the opposite side of the ring at top speed. She’d meant to return and cut Brewster in half with a Spear, but the Weeping Angel hadn’t made it off all fours at the time of her first pass, so Clayton bounced off the strands and set off for a second try. Turning her back as she approached the rubber-coated steel, she grabbed hold of the top and middle strands and tumbled through the gap for what might’ve been an ugly fall to the floor if she hadn’t bounced her thighs against the underside of the top rope and seesawed back into the ring. As delays went it wasn’t much, but it proved enough to ensure Adelaide was once again on her feet and lurching around to find--THAWHACK! Clayton smote her across the chest with the same sort of Lariat that’d almost decapitated Sierra earlier in the bout!
REBOUND LARIAT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=DTzn747VDBU
Unlike her cruel catspaw, Brewster didn’t get turned inside out, she did however come down hard on the back of her head and shoulders en route to finishing in a slopping, sprawled starfish. The FAWNatics roared for Bex to cover her vulnerable adversary, so they were understandably confused when the Camouflage Crusher grabbed Adelaide by the shoulder-straps and hauled her upright without even considering the pin. Their consternation didn’t register as more than a blip on Clayton’s radar, she’d already reeled Brewster’s noggin between her thighs and cinched both arms around the brunette’s waist. From there she muscled / flipped Adelaide onto her shoulders, then shot up on tiptoe and slung her burden to the deck, Brewster just THAWHAMMING down full force on the canvas-coated plywood!
POWERBOMB:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=SU81atCNS-c
The Lariat was emphatic, the Powerbomb massive, yet Clayton still eschewed a pin. Instead she caught hold of Brewster at ankle and wrist and dragged her to the middle of the ring. Tossing those limbs down when she was content with Adelaide’s arrangement, the BFG turned her attention to the nearest corner, though she made a point to STAMP the heel of her boot into the brunette’s belly before setting out. With Brewster helpless on the mat and Sierra still recovering on the outside, Becky’s trip to the buckles was as quick as it was uneventful, not that this stopped the throng from cheering their hearts out when the big blonde stepped out onto the apron and climbed into the high rent district.
Rising to her full height from a careful crouch, Clayton finally took a moment to glance out at the red-lining FAWNatics. She offered them a crisp salute, then leapt into the lights, Becky stretching out full length to bring every bit of her Destroyer-class frame SMASHING down on Adelaide’s chest in a bunker-busting Splash! Brewster’s legs popped up in the aftermath and Clayton finally collected, the blonde bundling both so she could twist over into a Back Press that pointed her prey’s rump to the rafters for a count of…
DIVING SPLASH:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=NeC5xHL51yA
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO!
Adelaide wrenched a shoulder off the canvas with a whisper to spare, her show of resilience earning a bellow of surprise from the crowd and wide-eyed incredulity from Becky.
Composing herself in a matter of heartbeats, the former FAWN World Champion buried a hand in Brewster’s hair, only to pause when the brunette coughed out a nasty laugh. “Yuuuhhh… your disbelief is almost as delicious as your fear.” the Queen of Nightmares rasped. “It will be such a shame when reality sets in and you understand there’s no chance for OOOOFFFFHH!”
Clayton reared back and buried her free hand in Brewster’s tummy not just to shut her mouth (though that was her primary motivation) but to ensure the Sanguinaire offered no resistance when the blonde doubled down on the hair-hold and forced her to stand. “Match is almost over, honeybunch.” Bex whispered in the other wrestler’s ear. “But my fun’s just getting started. That’s a promise.”
In the next instant she threaded an arm between Brewster’s legs (clapping a healthy handful of buttocks in the process) and scooped her up onto her right shoulder with seemingly no effort at all. Backpedaling a little to steady her footing beneath the additional weight, Clayton grabbed hold of Adelaide’s biceps one after the other, then gathered her reserves and hoisted the brunette skyward for the face-first Crucifix that meant things were pretty much SNA-- Sierra Mist leapt onto the apron behind the heathen blonde, climbed onto the bottom rope and leaned forward far enough to grab Adelaide by the ankles!
Possessed by a strength born of mania, Sierra pulled as hard as she could and in so doing she wrested Adelaide free of the Peacekeeper’s clutches. “DRINK!” Mist raised her left hand to Brewster even before the Daughter of Darkness understood what’d happened. “You need to--” a sharp, not entirely unpleasant intake of breath from the former med student when Adelaide grabbed hold and chomped down on the inside of her forearm.
“Hey, off the apron Mist!” Al barked over the outrage of the FAWNatics. “I mean it, Sierra! Otherwise I’ll send you to WHOAH!”
Becky Clayton had no time for such niceties, she juked around the zebra and shot in with a Haymak--“EEERRRRHHHH!”
Brewster broke away from her feasting to jab a thumb into the chattel’s left eye! Becky lurched away and Adelaide went back to her meal, the Weeping Angel showing a marked improvement since she’d-- Clayton charged for the second time in almost as many seconds, so Brewster put down her drink and ‘PFWOOOSHHNNNNGGGGHHH!”
The Red Mist had yet to plume when Bex clipped Adelaide’s jaw with a Big Boot that twisted her head sideways and thus redirected the caustic claret into the eyes of Sierra Mist!
Roaring alongside the rest of her Howling Commandos as Sierra tumbled from the apron and Adelaide slumped against the ropes, Clayton took possession of the brunette’s left wrist and yanked her out to the middle of the ring. What started like an Arm Wringer abruptly transformed into a Pumphandle when Bex threaded the captured limb through her opponent’s thighs and seized upon that wrist with her right hand. From there she leaned over Brewster’s back and threaded her left arm under Adelaide’s right bicep and yanked it back in a Pumphandle strong enough to flip the Weeping Angel onto her right shoulder. Just like that she popped up on her right foot and laid out on that side to THAWHAM Adelaide down on the back of her head and shoulders with a particularly spiteful application of Alpha Charlie!
ALPHA CHARLIE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=xDI67e1A5eE
Brewster blossomed into a glassy-eyed sprawl, at least those assembled figured that was the case. It was actually impossible to tell once Becky swung a leg over and sat down with all her weight on the other wrestler’s forehead. Hunching forward even as Carpenter swooped into position, Clayton hooked her rival behind the knees, then cranked back with everything she had left to keep the Queen of Nightmares staked in place through…
ONE…
TWO…
THREE!
The bell sounded and Bex tossed the brunette’s legs aside, but she showed no interest in relinquishing her perch, even after the official had offered his hand. Brushing it aside, the blonde offered up a triumphant double bicep flex as the Announcer called, “Ladies and gentlemen, your winner via pin-fall… BECKY CLAYTON!”
Very much aware that the deafening response was at least partly due to the fact that she was naked to the waist, Becky glanced over one shoulder and spotted a cameraman near one corner. Beckoning him to zoom in on this torrid tableau, she smiled and asked, “Hey FAWN… got your tickets to the Bun Show? I hope so, because tonight‘s venue is perfect.” She reached down with both hands and slapped her glutes so they jostled in place atop Adelaide’s engulfed features. The raucous whistling grew all the louder and with the crowd in the palm of her hand, Becky made sure Brewster knew where her nose was courtesy of a single prolonged squeeeeeeeze.
Al made her break the domineering mount eventually, there were other matches on the card, after all. Butt she was still sitting pretty when the feed cut to a hype package for the World Title match, leaving viewers around the world with the impression that Adelaide Brewster had been laid to rest in a very different sort of sanctified ground.
‘White Flag’ stomped through the speakers to ensure everyone was on their feet before the heavy artillery made her arrival.
WHITE FLAG:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=RWzZeA2GMsk
Take a hit, shoot me down, shoot me down
I won't ever hit the ground, hit the ground
Playing dead, I'll never do
Gotta keep an eye on you
Patience is wearing thin, paper thin
Promises broke again, what a sin
But it only feeds my energy
So don't expect no sympathy
Smoke, fire, it's all going up
Don't you know I ain't afraid to shed a little blood?
Smoke, fire, flares are going up, flares are going up!
BECKY CLAYTON:
The chorus started in time with Clayton’s arrival, the hardbody battler brushed through the curtain to lay claim to the center of the stage. Bex looked stronger than ever tonight, but it was hard not to wonder about her head-space after the events of the last several months. Dropping the FAWN World Championship to Amara Singh was painful enough, but afterward she’d been brutalized by Adelaide Brewster and when she’d gone looking for revenge at Spring Break, the Darling of the Abattoir had dealt Clayton one of her most humiliating defeats.
Even so, the expression on her face suggested these tribulations were motivators rather than millstones and none of the Howling Commandos were surprised when she greeted them with her incomparable double bicep flex. For this revenge mission the Camouflage Crusher was still living up to the name, as she sported the traditional green & brown camouflage two-piece with tie-sided bottoms and an impossible to ignore ladder / double helix of lycra that ran from the top of her waistband all the way to the southern border of her low-cut sports bra. The gear was completed with dark green pads, black boots and a few wraps of matte black wrist-tape.
Taking a moment to draw in a deep breath as the crowd cheered her on, Clayton started toward the ring. Fans on both sides reached out for her and though the blonde extended her own hands in return, she never once shifted to either side to catch anyone that couldn’t reach on the first pass. Becky’s palms were offered freely enough, but the look on her face suggested the former World Champion’s mind was on nothing but the battle ahead. Rolling under the bottom rope when she reached ringside, Clayton bounced to her feet and strode to hard camera side where she promptly mounted the middle rope and snapped off a crisp salute. This raised another round of cheers that she thanked with a nod, then she hopped down and moved to the far corner where referee Algernon Carpenter waited to perform a quick check of her pads and boots.
“And introducing her opponent, being accompanied to the ring by Sierra Mist, she hails from Oxrun Station, Connecticut, stands five feet six inches tall and weighs in tonight at one hundred and twenty-nine pounds, she is the Weeping Angel… ADELAIDE BREWSTER!”
Troubled by the mere sound of that name, the FAWNatics growled and grumbled once the speakers flowed into the ominous synth beat at the heart of Harlo’s ‘You Might Be The Killer.’ With it came a departure of the lights, gloom reigning in the arena until a series of spotlights raced from the ring to the stage in a pattern quite reminiscent of a racing pulse.
YOU MIGHT BE THE KILLER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=OIQ36Q3SSeY
I was on the hunt for blood
You were feeling lost in love
All it took was just one look and you were into me
I wish that i could cut you free
But you're already in too deep
You feel the curiosity of what we could be
SIERRA MIST:
A figure appeared in the light at the top of the stage, not the Nosferhotu but her new friend (and own personal Renfield) disgraced medical student Sierra Mist. Seemingly unconcerned by the sounds, lights or surroundings, Mist reached up and undid the knot of the bright green scarf at her throat, then pulled it away to reveal signs of a earlier feeding.
Baby if it's on don't hesitate
I promise you I'll be your best mistake
You found me for a reason, call it fate
'Cause it's feeling great
The night's about to get real
We're going in for the kill
This is power, it's not cold hearted
And we're just getting started
The lights went out again and when they returned Adelaide was directly behind Sierra, her face lowered to the brunette’s neck for a little pre-match boost. Sated for the moment, Brewster circled around in front of the little brunette and ‘PFWOOOOSHED!’ a cloud of red skyward as she started down the aisle.
ADELAIDE BREWSTER:
For tonight‘s rematch (or as she called it, seconds), the Sanguinaire wore a stygian black two-piece done in crushed velvet that showed off the power in her hips and shoulders in almost agonizing detail. The look was accented with a clunky silver belt complete with a buckle done up as a snarling wolf’s head and matching black boots and pads.
Reaching the ring quickly without a single glance at the unworthy meat gathered ‘round the killing floor, Adelaide stopped a few steps shy of the apron and held her ground while Sierra took point in climbing onto the apron. Turning to face the Daughter of Darkness, Mist sat on the middle rope and pushed down while using one hand to push the top rope up. Her free hand she extended to Adelaide, then swept toward the squared circle. “Come in, won’t you?” Properly invited, Brewster sprang onto the apron and swept through the strands to take up residence in the center of the ring. A second plume of mist stippled the canvas with red several seconds before Al Carpenter hurried over to finish his petty ablutions. Adelaide paid them no mind, her attention was for Becky Clayton and no one else.
The Howling Commandos more than lived up to that nickname in the noise produced urging their heroine out of the corner when the bell clanged. Becky heard every bit of it if the fire in her eyes was any indication, so it was more than a little surprising when the Peacekeeper adopted a more measured approach along the ropes.
Adelaide noted this and smiled faintly, the Queen of Nightmares answering her rival by striding to the center of the squared circle like it was hers and hers alone. Eyes locked on Clayton, she pivoted to keep the former World Champion straight ahead, however she made no effort to raise her hands or adopt a defensive crouch when Bex closed in. “It’s good to see you again, soldier.” Brewster purred. “Though I must admit, I expected this challenge last month. Tell me, did it really take you six weeks to stop sleeping on your stoma--” Adelaide pirouetted to the side just as Clayton tried to put the sole of her boot through the spot so recently occupied by the brunette’s hateful face.
Becky recovered her footing easily enough, however she didn’t get the chance to turn around before Adelaide snatched hold of her left wrist and folded it up between her shoulders in a Hammerlock! Dipping under the blonde’s right arm while still maintaining the simple submission, Brewster curled her free hand into a fist, drew it back and-- “NNNGGGGHHH!”
Hammerlock be damned, Clayton lunged forward and drove a Headbutt into the bridge of Adelaide’s nose! The Daughter of Darkness forgot all about the Heart Punch in favor of her throbbing face, a distraction that let Becky catch her in a snug Bear Hug immediately thereafter. But no submission this, the Camouflage Crusher dipped low and popped her hips to whip Adelaide up, over and down, Clayton landing with every bit of her weight atop Brewster’s chest for the Belly to Belly Suplex. Kneeling beside the stunned battler with her hands still locked, Becky hopped from Adelaide’s right flank to her left and used the momentum to bring them both back to boot-leather. Soon as they were up she repeated the Suplex, Clayton planting her adversary on the deck with a ring-rattling THAWHAM! Forgoing a third throw in favor of a quick pin, Becky hooked the far leg and nodded in time with the…
ROLLING BELLY TO BELLY SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=85Q_Kz0uKYk
ONE…
TWO…
Adelaide kicked out alongside ‘TWO!’, then barrel-rolled her way under the bottom rope for a quick reprieve after that less than ideal start. “RUN WHILE YOU CAN, HONEY!” Clayton hollered as she rose to a standing ovation from those assembled. “THAT COUNT’S ONLY GONNA SAVE YOU FOR SO LONG!”
Down on the floor, Sierra sidled up to her patron and eased her away from the apron on the off-chance that horrid woman tried to take her offense to the air. Adelaide allowed it for a moment, but she straightened up and pushed Mist aside when Clayton stomped over to the edge and sat down on the middle strand. “C’mon Addy, isn’t this exactly what you need?” Becky extended a hand toward the brunette only to sweep it into the ring. “Consider this your official invitation. Now get in here and take this ass kicking.”
Adelaide drew in a deep breath through her nose and held it for a few long seconds before letting it out slow. “Shame has made you bold, soldier. The sign of my hands on your tender little cheeks may have faded some time ago, but my talons are still BURIED in your hear--”
Still seated on the second strand, Becky kissed the tips of her fingers and smacked her hip hard enough to earn a ‘woooooo!’ from several floor-seat fans. “Get your shots in now, Brewster.” she threatened. “Because when this over I’ll be sitting right on your nasty little face!”
“That seems unlikely, chattel.” Adelaide’s voice was cold. “If anything, you’ll be buried ass-deep in an ice bath when this is all over… assuming you’re not carted out of here on a stretcher.”
The threat got Clayton through the ropes, or rather it would have if Al Carpenter hadn’t put a hand on her shoulder. “Hold the high ground, Bex.” he said softly. “She still has to come to--”
Becky returned to the squared circle and brushed the ref aside in a single motion. “Don’t waste your breath.” she muttered. “You’re on my shyt-list too, Al.”
The referee grimaced, then nodded. “I know. I’ll do what I can to get--”
Adelaide lunged under the bottom rope, snatched hold of the blonde’s left ankle and would’ve yanked her off balance if Clayton hadn’t hooked both arms over the top rope. “Sneaking bytch!” Becky tried to kick her way free of Brewster’s clutches, a task made quite a bit more difficult by the rubber-coated steel. “Get your goddamned hands offa meOOOWWWWWW!”
The Sanguinaire hunched over the exposed limb and sank her teeth into Clayton’s calf! “Stop biting, Adelaide!” Carpenter barked at once. “I mean it, ONE! TWO! THREE!”
He never got to ’FOUR!’ because Becky tugged loose and drove a rough kick into her opponent’s shoulder. Adelaide stumbled, caught her balance against the barricade and actually had the temerity to laugh aloud when she saw the fury in Clayton’s eyes. “Ok, f*cker.” Becky growled. “You want me to chase you? I hope you’re ready to dire tired.”
Adelaide only spread her arms wide and started backing down the narrow ringside aisle toward the Commentary Table. No holding back the big blonde Destroyer now, she slipped out to the floor and took off after Brewster in a loping sprint that forced the brunette to take to her heels to avoid being overtaken. Even then she was only a few steps ahead and the growing rumble of the FAWNatics suggested that Clayton would catch her quarry mere heartbeats after they rounded the next corn-- Adelaide juked to the right to avoid Sierra Mist, who’d thrown herself into the line of fire to protect her--THAWHAP! Becky never broke stride, she simply reared back and smote the former med student across the chest with a Lariat that flipped her inside out en route to a facedown landing on the blue-padded floor!
It wasn’t much as far as leads went, yet it gave Brewster enough time to dive back into the ring and make it to her feet a few steps ahead of the BFG. Clayton followed an identical path only to hit full reverse and slide clear of the Elbow Drop Adelaide unleashed on the vacated canvas! Cursing, Brewster rolled to a seat and-- “HRRGGHH!” Becky was on her in the blink of an eye, the former World Champion catching her rival in a burly Full Nelson even as she clambered to verticality.
“Don’t even think about tapping out.” Clayton had Adelaide’s chin deep in her own décolletage and was applying pressure like she meant to touch the brunette’s nose to her sternum. “You’re not going anywhere until I say you’ve had gggrrrggghhh!”
Brewster couldn’t get free so she made the chattel’s little trap all the more costly by filling her hands with Bex’s hair. Carpenter told her to release the grip at once, Adelaide replied by trying to release a couple patches of her rival’s scalp. “My grip is stronger than yours, bytch.” Clayton told her opponent. “Making me prove it is going to cost you dear--”
“Bore me with threats and I’ll spank you again.” Adelaide sneered. “Briefs around your ankles this time. That’s a promNNNGGGGGHH!”
The Camouflage Crusher powered Brewster off her feet and dropped to a seat to THWHUMP the brunette’s butt on the deck with a Full Nelson Bomb! Such a maneuver wasn’t a part of Clayton’s day to day arsenal, but no one at Red, White & Bruised argued with its efficacy, especially after Becky shifted to one knee and seamlessly transitioned from the Full Nelson to a Surfboard.
Brewster groaned, shook her head ‘no, no, no!’ when Carpenter fouled the air by asking if she wanted to submit. “Yuuuuhhhh… you don’t really want this to be over so soon, do you, Algernon?” Adelaide giggled. “You’re just like the rest of this little mob, you can’t WAIT to watch me humble this meat-bag againNNNNRRRRRHHH!”
Clayton shifted her grip to crank Adelaide’s arms straight backward! With the brunette’s hands scrabbling and clawing at her shoulders, the Camouflage Crusher slipped her arms around Brewster’s biceps and laced her fingers across the base of her foe’s skull in a sort of hyper-extended Full Nelson. “Nothing humble here, honeybunch.” Bex grunted as she leeeeeeeeeeeeeaaaaaned every bit of her weight into the shoulder-wrenching, neck-cranking submission. “Just one pissed off chick looking to collect some arms as payback.”
HYPEREXTENDED FULL NELSON:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Y-taKILFhqo
She hadn’t actually asked for her foe’s submission, but Carpenter didn’t much care for the angle of Brewster’s arms or neck, so he crouched beside the action. “What do you say, Adelaide? Need me to call for the bell?”
“Hhhhrrrhh… hardly.” Adelaide couldn’t meet his eyes, but she managed to shake her head ‘no’. “But do ask my opponent if she’s still using the same moisturizer. I’ll be sorely disappointed if my seat tonight isn’t as comfortable as NNNNNNNGGGHHH!”
Becky got to her feet and pushed the brunette down until her forehead was maybe six inches above the canvas. “Never again, bytch.” the blonde promised her suffering prey. “I’ll die before I let you treat me like that agaRRRRRHHH!”
Adelaide was in no position to escape this Fullest of Nelsons, so she made the application thereof a great deal more painful by digging her talons into the other wrestler’s straining shoulders. Smirking in spite of the creeping numbness in her arms, Adelaide chuckled and asked, “What do you mean, again, soldier? Judging by the fear in your tone I’m STILL treating you like NGH! NGH! NGH!”
Becky went up on tiptoe, then dropped to one knee, a tactic she repeated three times to pound the bony joint into her opponent’s defenseless lower back! From there she transitioned back to a more traditional Full Nelson and used it to haul the trapped grappler to boot-leather. Feet planted firm, Clayton swung her burden left and right for a solid five seconds before setting her on woozy feet. “Tell them you submit.” the blonde growled in Adelaide’s ear. “Tell them you’re finished!”
Brewster waggled a finger ‘no, no, no’, not only to deny the demand, but to prevent Carpenter from intruding on a private conversation. “That would be a lie, and I never lie to the chattel, soldier. I can however describe for them the sensation of your defeated, wracking sobs reverberating against my tr--”
There was a ring-rattling THAWHAM followed by a roar from the crowd when Becky muscled Adelaide high into the air, halved her grip at the apex and ultimately laid out on her belly to plant the former World Champion on the deck! The force of it bounced Brewster to a seat, so Bex stretched her out flat and went for a cover, the Peacekeeper cradling that far leg for an emphatic…
FULL NELSON SLAM:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=socBSniDs5M
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
Adelaide’s arms and shoulders had taken heavy fire in the last few minutes, her legs however were still unscathed and they’re what saved her from an ignominious defeat. Clayton didn’t question the escape, she just smoothed her hair down, then ‘smecked’ her right hand around Adelaide’s throat and used the Goozle to haul her upright.
“That’s a choke!” Sierra complained from the outside, though her voice lacked its usual urgency in the wake of that murderous Lariat. “It’s an illegal hold, Carpenter! Make her break it!”
The ref looked from Bex to Sierra and back again. “Do I need to count, Becky?”
“Four?” she scoffed. “I don’t need that long.”
The words weren’t even out of her mouth when she wedged her free hand into the fork of Adelaide’s crotch and muscled her into the overhead lights courtesy of a flawless Military Press! Holding her rival aloft like a hunting trophy or possibly a sacrifice, Becky turned in a slow circle to better show her off to the FAWNatics. Galvanized by the raucous bellows of those assembled, Becky began to do reps with her brunette while continuing to turn in place. “Not so bad now, are ya?” Clayton huffed as she gouged a stubby claw into the center of Adelaide’s briefs. “Just another punk who can’t take what the dish OOOOWWWWWW!”
Far more lively than the standard hunting trophy, the Sanguinaire answered Becky’s question with a quick claw raked across her eyes! Even that wasn’t enough to break the BFG’s grip, so Brewster scored her twice more, then popped her hips and dropped down directly to land in front of-- Adelaide raised her knees to chest-level while simultaneously lacing her hands across the base of Becky’s skull. Doing so brought Brewster down flat on her back while also tearing the blonde free of her moorings and THWHUMPING her full force onto those upturned joints!
DOUBLE KNEE FACEBUSTER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=yxljIdhFAas
The improvised Double Knee Facebuster launched Clayton high into the air before depositing her in a gulping sprawl several feet removed from where she started. “Adelaide! Over here!” Sierra pounded the apron with both hands while her benefactor blinked into the lights and rubbed a hand across her traumatized neck. “This way, please! You need to feed!”
Brewster nodded vaguely, rolled onto her stomach and started to crawl toward Sierra, who’d pulled up her right shirt sleeve and shoved that hand under the bottom rope. Behind her, Clayton sat up and knuckled her eyes with one hand while pressing her other arm against her aching sternum. The sight of Brewster retreating in the direction of her pet lunatic got Bex on her feet in short order even though she was still rather short of breath in the wake of the Facebuster. “Where you going, succubytch?” the blonde grunted as she gave chase. “I’m not finished with--”
Adelaide rolled over, sat up and sneered, “You were finished the instant the bell sounded, chatt--” Becky lunged, caught Brewster by the left ankle and immediately took a nasty kick to her right thigh for the effort. Doing so broke Clayton’s grip and sent her stumbling back a few steps while Adelaide skittered into a seat against the strands. The Camouflage Crusher held her position because she expected Adelaide to call for a break, so she was understandably surprised and infuriated when the Daughter of Darkness purred, “What are you waiting for, orders? Very well, I order you to keep fighting, you whiny little pussy.”
Ask and ye shall receive because Clayton was on Brewster in a trice, the Peacekeeper seemingly clearing a third of the squared circle in a single bound to plunge a hand into Brewster’s dark-- “HHRRRGGK!” Adelaide snatched hold of the blonde’s waistband and yanked her off balance and down into a throat-first landing across the middle rope!
Becky coughed and retched, both hands flying to her burning windpipe. Pressing as the situation was, it grew all the more dire once Brewster hauled her to verticality and forced her upper body through the gap between top and middle rope. “Oh my, we seem to be facing the hard camera.” Adelaide told the blonde as she grabbed her by the forearms and quickly draped each over the top rope. “I do hope nothing untoward happens in full view of a worldwide audience.”
“Guuuuhhhh….get f*cked.” Clayton rasped. “You don’t scare meHHRGGH!”
If Becky wasn’t scared she was certainly suffering as soon as Brewster hopped up and snaked her legs around the blonde’s waist for a rib-crushing Bodyscissors! With her arms effectively neutralized the Camouflage Crusher couldn’t defend against the hold, nor could she protect her head when Adelaide leaned forward, snaked an arm beneath her chin and craaaaaaaaaaaaanked back on a nastily-augmented Dragon Sleeper!
ROPE HUNG NASTINESS:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=vyl1XcAARCg
“Break it up, Brewster!” Carpenter demanded to his charge. “She’s in the ropes!”
“All right, all right. But before I do, should I bite her neck or twist her nipples?”
“What? You can’t bite her nec--”
“Twist her nipples it is, then!”
“Drrrrhhh…don’t you dareEERRRHH OOOOWWW!” Becky’s warning quickly rose to a keening wail when Adelaide wormed a hand beneath the left cup of her top and gave that defenseless nub a sharp tweak! One wasn’t nearly enough for Brewster’s liking, but Carpenter was already partway through another of his tedious counts so the Sanguinaire quickly switched over to Clayton’s right breast so she could at least inflict a matching set before she disengaged at ‘FOUR!’
“Tell me, soldier.” Adelaide cooed as she backed away from the vulnerable blonde. “Is there a particular chill in the air tonight? Or are you perhaps more responsive to my touch than you’d care to admit?”
Clayton answered with a disgusted grunt, but her attention was otherwise focused on extricating herself from those rubber-coated steel cobwebs. Grimacing as she pressed a forearm to her stinging chest, the BFG wheeled around so she could lean against the ropes while staring daggers through the other wrestler. “You have no f*cking idea what you’re doing.” Bex told the Queen of Nightmares. “But if you go for my suit one more time, you will. And I swear to all that is holy you won’t like--”
“I’m afraid you’re kneeling at the wrong altar, soldier.” Adelaide interrupted with a sneering smile. “But I’m more than happy to administer a communion you’ll never--”
Clayton exploded off the ropes, apparently having had enough of that brunette blasphemy. She unleashed the same Lariat that’d almost crushed Sierra’s clavicle a little earlier, alas, Adelaide must’ve sensed it coming because she reared back on one heel and simply fired off a high kick that DROVE the ball of her left heel into the other wrestler’s right bicep! Becky groaned, pulled that arm tight across her chest and stamped around in a little circle to walk off the worst of the-- Adelaide did some spinning as well, though hers proved far more offensive (in multiple ways) in nature as it ended with her blasting her right elbow offa Clayton’s forehead!
The Camouflage Crusher reeled in place, wounded arm still tight to her chest, the other loose at one side. Brewster contemplated the scene for a heartbeat or two, found an angle she liked, then twisted through a quarter turn and THWHACKED her right foot off the side of Becky’s skull!
ROLLING ELBOW & QUESTION MARK KICK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=HSG6hmx2TGw
That last kick swung Clayton through a drunken lurch that should’ve ended with her spilling into the ropes, but it did not because Adelaide rushed in from behind and kept her upright with a gaudy double handful of rack! Bex shrieked in pained outrage, caught hold of the brunette’s wrists and shrieked all the louder when Brewster chomped down on the side of her neck! The Peacekeeper released Adelaide’s wrists so she could deal with her foe’s inelegant feasting, unfortunately this proved a costly decision when the Weeping Angel tightened her grip and pulled down! Momentarily frozen by the re-circulated air hitting her bare chest, Clayton could only gawp when Adelaide dismissed the catty grip in favor of wrenching the Destroyer’s arms behind her back in a Double Chickenwing. Muscling the wide-eyed Destroyer through another half circle, Brewster pumped a pair of Kneelifts into opposing glutes, then leaned in to whisper, “Oh no! Everyone’s looking!” Becky looked up without thinking and found herself torn loose from her moorings when Adelaide popped her hips and THWHUMPED her down on the back of her head and shoulders via a huge Tiger Suplex! Brewster bridged onto her toes to keep Clayton shoulders down, ass up through a count of…
BRIDGING TIGER SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=bVR73na6CI0
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
The One Woman Army twisted loose of the pin and flopped onto all fours, battle-damp blonde hair hanging down into her face as she took several deep breaths--“OOOOOHHHHH STOP THAT, DAMN YOU!” Becky hated the sound of her own voice, but she seemed powerless to stop it once Adelaide reached under her arms and secured two greedy handfuls of her girls!
Delighted by the mixture of anger, confusion and yes, fear, she smelled rolling off the blonde in waves, Brewster continued to knead, grope and tease even as Clayton fought onto her knees and scrabbled at the brunette’s wrists. “What’s the matter, soldier?” Adelaide chided her suffering adversary. “Isn’t this exactly what you wanted? You did invite me inside after rrrrrggggggghhh!”
Realizing that she couldn’t simply prize the Sanguinaire’s hands from her bounty, Becky sent her own claws north and plunged ‘em into her foe’s dark hair! Adelaide hissed, but made no other protest even as her head was wrenched to one side, Sierra on the other hand pounded the apron and called out, “Illegal hold, Carpenter! Get her out of Adelaide’s hair!”
Al brushed her off with an annoyed ‘I’ve got it, thanks’ wave of his hand, then turned to his charges and said, “Hands off the hair, Bex. You know the rul--”
“She’s moved beyond the reach of your rules, I’m afraid.” Brewster interrupted, her voice quite controlled despite the strain brought on by that white-knuckle tugging. “Which is not to say she can act with impunity, heavens no. The dear soldier has wandered into MY domain and so she is going to heed my words when I say, bytch, let go of my hair.”
Becky shifted her legs, made it to one knee and continued her quest to snatch Brewster bald even as she fought to verticality. “I’ve got a better idea.” Clayton growled as she felt her nails trailing across the other woman’s scalp. “YOU let go and maybe I won’t tear your head offFAAAAARRRRHHHHHHHHH FAAAAHK!”
Becky’s show of grit and determination had inadvertently placed her neck within easy reach of the Nosferhotu’s jaws, an oversight that proved most painful when the former World Champion nuzzled in and chomped down on the side of her neck! The biting in conjunction with the hair-pulling meant Carpenter now had two illegal holds to deal with, thus he elected the count over another warning. “Break those holds, ladies! Now! ONE! TWO! THREE! FO--”
Adelaide freed her hands just to crook them into talons for a swipe across the BFG’s eyes! Becky yelped, released her own grip and went to rub at her face only to seek out the brunette’s wrists for a second time when Brewster once again ‘smecked’ her hands down on Clayton’s aggrieved assets! No claw now, the Queen of Nightmares got low and snapped off a violent bridge to hurl Becky ass over teakettle with a Suplex that turned the blonde inside out before she THAWHAMMED down flat on her face, chest and belly!
The demoralized Destroyer remained where she landed until Brewster crawled over and barreled her onto her back. In the next instant she circled ‘round to Clayton’s feet, slipped her arms underneath and wedged her shoulders into the pits of her opponent’s knees to fold her in half with a Matchbook that held fast for…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO
Becky twisted to one side, spilling to her shoulder and hip to escape defeat with half a second to spare. Knelt beside her prey, Adelaide set her hands on her thighs and took a moment to observe the situation. “How is it, I wonder,” she mused while making a tiny adjustment to her own waistband, “that the skinny little Raven is better at this than you? She can at least endure my presence without shivering uncontrollably. You though,” she honed in on Clayton’s left hand, which was trying to get her top back into place, grabbed hold of it and tossed it aside to ensure yet another round of angry jeers and raucous whistles. “You act as though no one’s ever slapped your face before and I’ve watched enough tape to know that’s simply not true.”
“Gruuuuhhhh… grandstanding bytch.” Becky had once again clambered to all fours. “You’re going to pay for trying to humiliate AAAARRRRGGGGGGGHHH!”
Adelaide set her fingertips against the blonde’s shoulders and dragged them down to her waistband in a show of savage scoring that sent Clayton rearing back on her knees! “TRYING?” Adelaide scoffed. “Have you not been paying attention, soldier? I AM humiliating you. And these people are loving every second of it.”
The boos cascading toward the ring told Bex that Brewster’s observation was far from true, though she heard enough lusty cheers to suggest it wasn’t an outright falsehood either. “Tuuuuhhh… two can play that game, Brewster.” the Camouflage Crusher rasped as she trudged her way to full verticality. “And you’re not gonna like what happens when it’s my turNNNRRGGGHHH!”
Adelaide caught Clayton’s left wrist in her right hand and bent it back behind her head (so that Becky was effectively patting her own right shoulder) in that awful upside-down Hammerlock that served as a precursor to the Heart Pun--“AAAAAIIIIEEEEEE!” Becky went pigeon-toed, her knees grinding together as she wailed to the heavens when the Weeping Angel teased the Heart Punch only to seize her left nipple in a white-knuckle pincer!
“I think we can agree that the punch is quite unnecessary at this point.” Brewster sneered as she continued to pluck and pull at the sensitive flesh. “Your heart is no threat to me or anyone else, though it may yet make a satisfying midnight snaNNUUFFHH!”
Clayton balled her right hand into a fist and slammed it into Adelaide’s ribs once, twice, three times. There would’ve been more if the brunette hadn’t interrupted her foe’s rhythm with the most terrible tweaking yet. Bex hissed through gritted teeth, then sobbed aloud when Brewster’s miniature manacle finally overwhelmed her legs and she crumpled to her knees!
Unable (or perhaps unwilling) to keep the smile off her face, Adelaide glanced ot Al Carpenter and ordered, “Ask her.” The ref grimaced.
“C’mon Adelaide, you know she’s not gonna give to--”
Brewster twissssssssssssted her wrist back and forth to earn a loud wail and a round of half-hearted scrabbling at her left hip. “I’ve reduced a former World Champion to a state of penitent weeping, little man.” she cooed. “This is no time to spare her feelings, so please be so kind as to do your f*cking jobBRRRHHH!”
Adelaide lost all interest in the zebra when Becky answered her pincer with a scooping claw applied directly to the center of her tormentor’s trunks! Teeth clenched against the nauseating pain bubbling up from her gut, Brewster could’ve ended the counterattack quite easily with a free hand, however the Weeping Angel refused to relinquish either of her own grips. Instead she yanked one and plucked the other to let the chattel know she wasn’t intimidated in the slightest. “Uuuuhhhh…unhand me, bytch.” she growled. “Or I promise you’ll never show your face in this building agOOOOOOHHHHH!”
Adelaide’s groan of anguish was overwhelmed by a delighted roar from the Howling Commandos as their heroine redoubled her efforts, then powered to her feet while forcing the brunette onto tiptoe. Incensed to lose any ground in a contest she’d initiated, Brewster abruptly released the pincer, flattened that hand into a paddle and SLAPPED Clayton flush on the mouth! She was in the midst of seeking out the blonde’s right nipple when Becky grunted, “That all you got, bytch? No wonder they love it whenever I throw your catty ass aroNGH!”
Adelaide slapped her again, then balled that hand into a fist. Drawing back, she honed in on a spot just above Clayton’s left breast and hissed, “Welcome to the killing floor, chattHHHRRRRGGGHH!”
Bex finally wrenched her left hand free of the Hammerlock and celebrated by clouting Brewster across the cheek with a massive backhand! Adelaide reeled on the spot but couldn’t go very far due to the Peacekeeper’s tenacious grip, at least not until Becky stepped in and wedged her head beneath the brunette’s right arm while simultaneously hooking that leg in a loose cradle. With Adelaide reduced to one good foot, Becky dipped into a deep squat, then popped her hips to send the Darling of the Abattoir soaring through the air with a huge Exploder! Adelaide landed clean but bounced ugly, the residual force of the landing sending her bumping and thumping to within arm’s reach of the bottom rope.
EXPLODER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=u1jE_sxnscs
She didn’t land near Sierra, but Mist rectified that by quickly circling around to that side of the ring. “To me, Adelaide.” she urged her bloody benefactor. “Follow my voice. Better yet, follow this.” she reached her right hand beneath the rope, offering the underside of her wrist to the Weeping Angel’s perpetual hunger. Brewster didn’t actually open her eyes, but she took a deep breath and rolled close enough for Mist to hook on and drag her to the relative safety of the floor.
Elsewhere in the squared circle, Becky laid on her back with one arm draped protectively across her stinging chest. Keeping her breathing as deep and steady as possible, she fumbled for her dangling top, went to slip it back on, then cursed when she realized the strap had snapped at some point during all of Adelaide’s tugging. “F*ck it.” Clayton grabbed the dangling material in both hands, tore it away, then tucked the now un-tethered ‘double helix’ of fabric into her briefs.
Al had counted through all of this, though he’d made sure to keep the pace slow so that he’d just reached ‘SIX!’ when Becky sat up and twisted to one knee. A chill ran up the blonde’s spine when she didn’t immediately locate her adversary, though she calmed considerably when she spotted Adelaide leaning against Sierra in front of the Commentary Table. Seeing Clayton up and moving again meant Carpenter was free to turn his attention to the Daughter of Darkness, so he headed over to the edge of the ring and said, “Catch your breath and get back inside, Adelaide. The match is still going.”
“Only by my whim, little man.” the brunette countered. “I’ll take the soldier to slaughter in good time, but for now I desire a bit more--”
Brewster trailed off into irritated silence when Al simply began the twenty count. “ONE… TWO… THREE… FOUR… FIVE…”
Patently unimpressed by the zebra’s attempt at authority, Adelaide took hold of Sierra’s wrist and raised it to her lips for a much needed sna-- The Peacekeeper raced by on Carpenter’s right and leapt onto the second rope directly to the right of the turnbuckle. In the same instant she hopped from there to top rope on the other side of the turnbuckle and from there she dove into the void, Becky turning her whole body into a missile that smashed down on Mist alone because Adelaide shoved her into the blonde’s path!
TRIANGLE CROSSBODY:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=TCP1SuDwLeA
Clayton scrambled to her feet at once, eyes locked on the brunette who’d avoided her assault by the slimmest of margins. “Get your ass over here and fight, you sneaking piece of shyt.”
Those words were barely out of her mouth when Adelaide pounced, the Nosferhotu leading with wicked talons that would’ve slashed Bex’s eyes if the BFG hadn’t dipped low at the last possible second. The force of her miss swung Adelaide around in a half circle, leaving her back to-- Becky thrust her head under the brunette’s left arm, wrapped her right arm around Brewster’s waist and pressed her left hand to her butt all so she could boost Adelaide up onto her right shoulder and THAWHAM her down onto the Commentary Table!
BACKDROP SUPLEX ON TABLE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=qLfAQBd19yw
Brewster and the table both groaned without giving way, meaning Becky didn’t feel the tiniest bit guilty snatching a whole lotta hair and tugging her prey clear. An equally greedy handful of velvet briefs meant Adelaide wasn’t going anywhere Clayton didn’t authorize and at the moment that meant she was bound for the squared circle with nothing to show for it save an aching back and a stinging wedgie.
Sliding under the bottom rope a mere whisper after her opponent, Becky scrambled to boot-leather and shot toward the opposite side of the ring at top speed. She’d meant to return and cut Brewster in half with a Spear, but the Weeping Angel hadn’t made it off all fours at the time of her first pass, so Clayton bounced off the strands and set off for a second try. Turning her back as she approached the rubber-coated steel, she grabbed hold of the top and middle strands and tumbled through the gap for what might’ve been an ugly fall to the floor if she hadn’t bounced her thighs against the underside of the top rope and seesawed back into the ring. As delays went it wasn’t much, but it proved enough to ensure Adelaide was once again on her feet and lurching around to find--THAWHACK! Clayton smote her across the chest with the same sort of Lariat that’d almost decapitated Sierra earlier in the bout!
REBOUND LARIAT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=DTzn747VDBU
Unlike her cruel catspaw, Brewster didn’t get turned inside out, she did however come down hard on the back of her head and shoulders en route to finishing in a slopping, sprawled starfish. The FAWNatics roared for Bex to cover her vulnerable adversary, so they were understandably confused when the Camouflage Crusher grabbed Adelaide by the shoulder-straps and hauled her upright without even considering the pin. Their consternation didn’t register as more than a blip on Clayton’s radar, she’d already reeled Brewster’s noggin between her thighs and cinched both arms around the brunette’s waist. From there she muscled / flipped Adelaide onto her shoulders, then shot up on tiptoe and slung her burden to the deck, Brewster just THAWHAMMING down full force on the canvas-coated plywood!
POWERBOMB:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=SU81atCNS-c
The Lariat was emphatic, the Powerbomb massive, yet Clayton still eschewed a pin. Instead she caught hold of Brewster at ankle and wrist and dragged her to the middle of the ring. Tossing those limbs down when she was content with Adelaide’s arrangement, the BFG turned her attention to the nearest corner, though she made a point to STAMP the heel of her boot into the brunette’s belly before setting out. With Brewster helpless on the mat and Sierra still recovering on the outside, Becky’s trip to the buckles was as quick as it was uneventful, not that this stopped the throng from cheering their hearts out when the big blonde stepped out onto the apron and climbed into the high rent district.
Rising to her full height from a careful crouch, Clayton finally took a moment to glance out at the red-lining FAWNatics. She offered them a crisp salute, then leapt into the lights, Becky stretching out full length to bring every bit of her Destroyer-class frame SMASHING down on Adelaide’s chest in a bunker-busting Splash! Brewster’s legs popped up in the aftermath and Clayton finally collected, the blonde bundling both so she could twist over into a Back Press that pointed her prey’s rump to the rafters for a count of…
DIVING SPLASH:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=NeC5xHL51yA
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO!
Adelaide wrenched a shoulder off the canvas with a whisper to spare, her show of resilience earning a bellow of surprise from the crowd and wide-eyed incredulity from Becky.
Composing herself in a matter of heartbeats, the former FAWN World Champion buried a hand in Brewster’s hair, only to pause when the brunette coughed out a nasty laugh. “Yuuuhhh… your disbelief is almost as delicious as your fear.” the Queen of Nightmares rasped. “It will be such a shame when reality sets in and you understand there’s no chance for OOOOFFFFHH!”
Clayton reared back and buried her free hand in Brewster’s tummy not just to shut her mouth (though that was her primary motivation) but to ensure the Sanguinaire offered no resistance when the blonde doubled down on the hair-hold and forced her to stand. “Match is almost over, honeybunch.” Bex whispered in the other wrestler’s ear. “But my fun’s just getting started. That’s a promise.”
In the next instant she threaded an arm between Brewster’s legs (clapping a healthy handful of buttocks in the process) and scooped her up onto her right shoulder with seemingly no effort at all. Backpedaling a little to steady her footing beneath the additional weight, Clayton grabbed hold of Adelaide’s biceps one after the other, then gathered her reserves and hoisted the brunette skyward for the face-first Crucifix that meant things were pretty much SNA-- Sierra Mist leapt onto the apron behind the heathen blonde, climbed onto the bottom rope and leaned forward far enough to grab Adelaide by the ankles!
Possessed by a strength born of mania, Sierra pulled as hard as she could and in so doing she wrested Adelaide free of the Peacekeeper’s clutches. “DRINK!” Mist raised her left hand to Brewster even before the Daughter of Darkness understood what’d happened. “You need to--” a sharp, not entirely unpleasant intake of breath from the former med student when Adelaide grabbed hold and chomped down on the inside of her forearm.
“Hey, off the apron Mist!” Al barked over the outrage of the FAWNatics. “I mean it, Sierra! Otherwise I’ll send you to WHOAH!”
Becky Clayton had no time for such niceties, she juked around the zebra and shot in with a Haymak--“EEERRRRHHHH!”
Brewster broke away from her feasting to jab a thumb into the chattel’s left eye! Becky lurched away and Adelaide went back to her meal, the Weeping Angel showing a marked improvement since she’d-- Clayton charged for the second time in almost as many seconds, so Brewster put down her drink and ‘PFWOOOSHHNNNNGGGGHHH!”
The Red Mist had yet to plume when Bex clipped Adelaide’s jaw with a Big Boot that twisted her head sideways and thus redirected the caustic claret into the eyes of Sierra Mist!
Roaring alongside the rest of her Howling Commandos as Sierra tumbled from the apron and Adelaide slumped against the ropes, Clayton took possession of the brunette’s left wrist and yanked her out to the middle of the ring. What started like an Arm Wringer abruptly transformed into a Pumphandle when Bex threaded the captured limb through her opponent’s thighs and seized upon that wrist with her right hand. From there she leaned over Brewster’s back and threaded her left arm under Adelaide’s right bicep and yanked it back in a Pumphandle strong enough to flip the Weeping Angel onto her right shoulder. Just like that she popped up on her right foot and laid out on that side to THAWHAM Adelaide down on the back of her head and shoulders with a particularly spiteful application of Alpha Charlie!
ALPHA CHARLIE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=xDI67e1A5eE
Brewster blossomed into a glassy-eyed sprawl, at least those assembled figured that was the case. It was actually impossible to tell once Becky swung a leg over and sat down with all her weight on the other wrestler’s forehead. Hunching forward even as Carpenter swooped into position, Clayton hooked her rival behind the knees, then cranked back with everything she had left to keep the Queen of Nightmares staked in place through…
ONE…
TWO…
THREE!
The bell sounded and Bex tossed the brunette’s legs aside, but she showed no interest in relinquishing her perch, even after the official had offered his hand. Brushing it aside, the blonde offered up a triumphant double bicep flex as the Announcer called, “Ladies and gentlemen, your winner via pin-fall… BECKY CLAYTON!”
Very much aware that the deafening response was at least partly due to the fact that she was naked to the waist, Becky glanced over one shoulder and spotted a cameraman near one corner. Beckoning him to zoom in on this torrid tableau, she smiled and asked, “Hey FAWN… got your tickets to the Bun Show? I hope so, because tonight‘s venue is perfect.” She reached down with both hands and slapped her glutes so they jostled in place atop Adelaide’s engulfed features. The raucous whistling grew all the louder and with the crowd in the palm of her hand, Becky made sure Brewster knew where her nose was courtesy of a single prolonged squeeeeeeeze.
Al made her break the domineering mount eventually, there were other matches on the card, after all. Butt she was still sitting pretty when the feed cut to a hype package for the World Title match, leaving viewers around the world with the impression that Adelaide Brewster had been laid to rest in a very different sort of sanctified ground.