Post by hawkeye on Mar 6, 2022 23:41:39 GMT
The crowd was still reeling from the results of the last match when the Announcer proclaimed, “Ladies and gentlemen, it is now time for our Main Event! The following contest is scheduled for one fall with a sixty minute time limit and it is for the FAWN World Championship! Introducing first, she is the challenger, 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 Heartbroken throng 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 ring career thus far interspersed with footage from her tenure in the world of rock climbing. The frenetic 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!
The spots abruptly trained themselves on the entryway with the third recitation and Bridget stormed through the curtain, the brunette they called Minnesota Wild skidding to a stop at the top of the stage just to throw her arms up for a brawny double bicep flex. Chants of ‘STROUD! STROUD! STROUD!’ rang out at once, a building roar crafted by fans of her indy stint as well as the new fans she’d made during her time in the FAWN Arena.
BRIDGET STROUD:
Grin giving way to gritty determination in the face of the colossal opportunity looming just ahead, Stroud swung around on one heel and flicked her hips in time to their chant while pointing to the white ‘Sweet Disaster’ insignia stretched across her purple briefs.
Another about-face followed shortly thereafter and the copper-skinned brunette hardbody took off down the ramp, Bridget going with arms outstretched to properly thank everyone lending their support to her cause. For her very first shot at FAWN's biggest prize Stroud wore the aforementioned purple 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 moved over to Senior Official Nick Castle and offered him her pads and boots.
“Gonna wish me luck, Nick?” she asked after he cleared her for combat.
“I can if you like, but I don't think you'll need it.” he replied. “You've already got everything you need for the climb, so Dayna's just another mountain, right?”
Stroud offered the zebra a hard smile and a knuckle bump. “Damned right. See ya at the top!”
As Bridget settled into her corner, the arena went dark with a single spotlight focused on the stage area.
YOUR GOD IS DEAD:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=FT8nG9hv168&ab_channel=TrailerMusicWorldI
"And introducing her opponent, hailing from Tel Aviv, Israel, she stands at five feet ten inches and weighs in tonight at one hundred and thirty-five pounds! She is the FAWN World Champion! DAYNA ERRZZAAA!"
The Executrix stepped out of the gorilla position clad in a black turtleneck one-piece with a belly cutout and her hair tied up in an office bun. The crowd reaction was mixed but that never bothered Dayna. All she planned to do was to show everyone in FAWN who's boss and her challenger tonight certainly needed a lesson.
DAYNA ERZA:
The champion unstrapped the belt from her waist and lifted it up into the air before resting it on one shoulder. Hardware properly displayed she calmly walked down the ramp, her dark eyes never leaving the challenger until she ascended the steel steps. Once one the apron she took another moment to appraise her foe with a measured top-to-bottom scan. Stroud was certainly smaller than most of her previous opponents, though she had researched enough of the former rock climber's matches to know she was quite dangerous. Small or not, Dayna would show no mercy.
From there Erza walked along the apron and stepped through the ropes before taking center-ring to display her belt. She only handed it off to Nick Castle when her music began to fade and even then she took her time strolling to her corner.
Bridget started clapping as soon as the bell sounded, the challenger looking to rally support from the FAWNatics in what was easily the biggest match of her professional career. Oh, she'd had huge moments there was no question of that. Her first appearance at 'Mania for one, not to mention milestone wins against rivals like Penny Tremblay, Kat Braddock and most recently, Kathryn deChevalier. She treasured each and every one of those triumphs because without them she never would've walked through the curtain tonight, but for all her talk of peaks and valleys, she couldn't kid herself. The World Championship WAS the top of the mountain. And as of tonight there was only one woman, practically a mountain herself, standing between Bridget Stroud and the highest vantage point she'd ever achieve. Nodding in appreciation as the crowd picked up her clapping, Bridget drew in a deep breath and let it out slow before heading for the summit.
As for Dayna, she watched Stroud psych herself up with a mixture of interest and amusement. No concern though, such a thought never once played across the analytical mind of the Executrix. She only left her corner when Bridget was halfway there, Erza's longer stride more than enough to ensure they arrived at the center within heartbeats of one another. “Your breathing already appears labored, Ms. Stroud.” Dayna noted as she came to a stop a few steps shy of the smaller brunette. “It doesn't bode well for your venture into the rarefied air of FAWN's upper echelons. Spirited though you are, I'm afraid you're not quite ready for--”
CRACK! was followed by WOOO's from those assembled to properly honor the Knife-Edge Chop Bridget laid across her opponent's chest. “Let me worry about my breathing, big girl.” Stroud answered as she started to circle the Executrix. “You should be more concerned about a fall from this height. Ego like yours? I don't think it would surv--”
Erza came for her like an avalanche, but Bridget was ready and spun around behind to loop her left arm around the champion's waist. Against someone her size she would've locked her hands and dumped them to all fours without even thinking, however Dayna was not her size so she crooked her right arm into a stubby 'V' and thwhap-thwhap-thwhapped a trio of Forearm Smashes into Erza's lower back!
Dayna grunted, lashed out with a Back Elbow that missed by a mile yet was still strong enough to turn her in a half circle without actually slipping the challenger's grasp. Fighting hard to keep her wits about her in the face of the other woman's obvious strength advantage, Stroud palmed Erza's hips in both hands to hold her steady while she reared back and THUMPED a swift Headbutt into the pit of Dayna's stomach! Erza 'ooofffhed' and her hips shot back, not by much, but enough for Bridget to cinch her arms around opposing thighs and--THWHACK! The Israeli Powerhouse clouted an Overhand Forearm Smash down on the center of Stroud's back, dropping her to one knee in a single stroke!
Snorting derisively at the crowd's surprise of what she thought blatantly obvious, Erza leaned over Bridget and cinched her arms around the other wrestler's waist. S-grip thus secure, she muscled Minnesota Wild into the air for a Gutwrench, though instead of simply hurling her across the ring, Dayna turned in a slow, deliberate circle to ensure any potential doubters would promptly realize their error. “Do you really think you belong here? In this ring, with me?” Erza chided the struggling battler. “Perhaps the Lightweight Division would be more profitable for someone of your--”
“Stick it!” Stroud couldn't twist free so she looped her left arm around the Executrix's left thigh in an effort to halt the embarrassing display. “You're not so big I can't toss you off this OW! HEY, STOP THAT! OH YOU BITCH, OW! OW! OW UUNNNGGGGHH!”
Always quick to remind a subordinate when they were out of line, Erza did the same with her opponent, though instead of a sharp glare or a stern rebuke she simply grabbed hold of Stroud's purple waistband and gave it a brisk tug! This was followed by half a dozen equally crisp slaps, a sort of managerial spanking that had Bridget squirming and thrashing until Dayna re-secured her previous grip and dropped backward to fling Stroud all the way to the ropes with a THWHUMPING Gutwrench Suplex!
DELAYED GUTWRENCH SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=3RxWSPJYO0o
Bridget sat up at once, one hand shooting to the small of her back while the other hooked around the second stand. In theory this should have kept her safe, alas Dayna Erza had never been the patient sort which meant the canvas was still thrumming with impact when she stomped over and buried both hands in Bridget's dark locks. “Hair! HAIR! Stroud complained to Castle even as she threw elbow after elbow into the implacable Destroyer's midriff. “Get off me, Dayna! I'm in the ropNNNGGGHH!”
Erza blasted a Kneelift into the challenger's tummy and wrenched her away from the reprieve of the ropes. In the next instant she gave up the hair-hold in favor of far more legal grip that saw one hand on the nape of Stroud's neck and the other clamped down on her left bicep. “No Ms. Stroud, you are not in the ropes. Currently you are within the confines of my Boardroom, which means that you are occupying my time. My time is precious Ms. Stroud and if you're going to occupy it, the least you can do...” Erza took a giant step away, tore Bridget off her feet and one-armed her three quarters of the way across the squared circle, Bridget soaring up, over and finally DOWN the thud of body on canvas so loud it made the folks in the cheap seats groan like they were sitting front row center, “...is provide an interesting diversion.”
BIEL TOSS:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=2C-V5__gPzE
No answer from Bridget, she was still trying to clear her head (and work the kinks out of her back) when Erza bent down and helped herself to another handful of hair. “Easy on the hair, champ.” Nick Castle advised as Stroud was hauled to verticality.
“I'm well within my rights, Mr. Castle.” Dayna noted an instant prior to THUMPING a Broadside Kneelift across her opponent's gulping tummy. This impact doubled Bridget over which in turn allowed Dayna to reel her into a Standing Headsciss--
“HHHRRRGGGHHHH!” Sweet Disaster strained and stamped her feet the instant Erza bore down with her thighs.
“Submit right now, Ms. Stroud.” the Executrix ordered. “There's no shame in being outmatched, only in prolonging the inevitable.”
“Nuh-NEVER!” Stroud slapped the backs of Dayna's thighs to emphasize her denial. “You'll have to do a lot more than this to beat NNHH! NNHH! NNNHHHOOOOWWWWW!”
Erza hop-stamped in place, the domineering Destroyer driving her glutes down onto the back of Bridget's skull while alternately pouring more power into the Scissors. After the third set she stopped hopping and started clawing, Erza draaaaaaaagging her nails up the bronzed cartography of Stroud's mostly bare back. “Ask her again, Mr. Castle.” Dayna said with a smile. “I do believe she's changed her mind.”
Castle wasn't so sure, but he wasn't going to argue with the World Champion. “What do you say, Bridget? Need me to--”
“NO!” the former rock climber barked. “She's not gonna punk me out like that, Nick! She wants to beat me? She's gonna have to BEAT meRRRGGGHHH!”
Tired of the scratching post treatment, Erza raised her hands overhead, joined them into a single fist and slammed it into the small of her foe's back. “You should be careful with such definitive statements, Ms. Stroud.” the Israeli Powerhouse murmured as she segued from the Headscissors to a Front Facelock. “They don't allow for a very generous interpretation after the bell, especially not if you're blubbering like a child.”
Bridget would've had an answer to that if Erza hadn't punched her in the ribs, as it was she could only gasp for air while the champ slung an arm across her shoulders, then snatched a handful of waistband. Knees bent ever so slightly, Dayna popped her hips and muscled Stroud directly overhead for-- “NGH!” Sweet Disaster brought her knee up (or rather, down) against the crown of Erza's skull, the blow disrupting her balance to the point she was forced to return the challenger to terra firma. More annoyed than hurt by the resistance, Dayna gave her burden a rough little shake before shooting her skyward for another try on the-- “RGH! RGH! Damn youHHRRRGH!”
A pair of Kneelifts ensured Dayna didn't deliver the Suplex, but when she tried to toss Stroud aside the smaller brunette swung down and in, all the better to 'SMECK' her legs tight around the World Champion's waist. Fighting free of the Facelock in the surprise that followed her counter, Bridget caught Dayna's head in an identical grip, then strengthened it by clasping her hands and leeeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaningback to complete the Guillotine Choke!
GUILLOTINE CHOKE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=9OUzYYqXspg
“Ask her!” Bridget shouted to Nick as Erza started to flail. “Ask her if she's had enou--”
“Don't waste my time.” Dayna rasped. “We both know you're not HHHRRRGGGHHH!”
Stroud stretched her legs out full length in an effort to cut Erza in half while also wrenching her head from her shoulders. “I'm not here to waste your time, honey! I'm here to end your reWHOONNNGGGHH!” blergh
Dayna stood up, wrapped her arms around Bridget's thighs and charged to the nearest corner to BWUNG the smaller brunette against the buckles. Stroud let loose and sagged against the turnbuckle so Dayna backed off just to charge in, the champ lowering one shoulder to-- Bridget slipped to one side and flicked out her legs in an impromptu Drop Toehold that sent Erza face-first into the middle buckle!
Scrambling to her feet on a wave of startled applause, Stroud sprinted across the squared circle to the opposite corner just to wheel around and race back, whereupon she whipped 'round on one heel and THAWHUMPED her glutes into the base of Dayna's skull! The Executrix slopped out on her back in a woozy pile, both arms thrown overhead when Bridget pounced across her midsection and hooked the far leg for...
ONE!
TWO!
NOOOO!!!
The Executrix kicked out of the cover with a full second to spare, clambering to her knees in a few seconds. Bridget clambered onto her feet and caught onto one of Dayna's wrist. While Bridget intended to throw Dayna into the ropes, The Israeli Powerhouse forcefully pulled the challenger into a Clothesline!
"Commendable effort, but you are not going to beat me with that Ms. Stroud." Dayna taunted after sending the young upstart to the canvas. The Executrix walked around Bridget's head and peeled her off the canvas. Before she was fully upright, Dayna softened her up with a few knees to the midsection. Bridget dropped onto one knee but Dayna picked her back up by the hair and guided her head into the nearest turnbuckle with a THWONK! Bridget spun around woozily but Erza shoved her back into the corner, pressing against her to keep the smaller brunette from moving before whipping her around the ring!
With the distance between them, Dayna sprinted across the ring at full speed and "UGGGHH!" Stroud sent the Israeli Powerhouse staggering backwards with a boot to the face! Capitalizing on the opening, Bridget charged towards the stunned champion...NO!
Dayna spun around at the last moment and nailed Bridget to the canvas with a Scoop Powerslam and hooked the far leg for the...
SCOOP POWERSLAM:
youtu.be/Vm6qdC-4PVE
ONE!
TWO!
NOOO!!!
The challenger buckled out at the count of 'TWO!' and rolled away from the dominating champion. While Bridget tried to catch her breath on the canvas, Dayna backed into the ropes and returned with a Knee Drop to the floored challenger! Bridget sat up, clutching her face in pain but the champion quickly shoved her back down and covered for the....
KNEE DROP:
youtu.be/vIZAs5l1ywg
ONE!
TWO!
NOOOO!!!!
The CEO of DaynaCorp sat up and peered over her shoulder, still unconvinced by the abilities of the young star, but happy to take her to the limit. Erza knee walked to her opponent and raised Bridget to a seat. The Executrix pulled one of Stroud's arms across the face while simultaneously wrapping another arm pushed against the back of Bridget's neck, trapping her in a Cobra Clutch!
COBRA CLUTCH:
youtu.be/oh5AhMmQJJo?t=16
Bridget came back to life and squirmed in pain as Dayna threatened to cut the oxygen supply to her head. "Come on Ms. Stroud, do not delay the inevitable...", Dayna cooed into Bridget's ear as she SQUUEEZED hard.
"Come on Bridget, what do you say? You give?"
"Nuuggghh..." Bridget struggled to refuse to offer and waggled her finger 'no'. With just her legs, she attempted to drag herself and Dayna towards the ropes. As she came closer and closer, her struggles gradually came to a stop and her arm began to slacken.
"Come on Bridget! Answer me!" the ref yelled, hoping to hear a response but in vain.
He raised Bridget's arm once, and it fell. Twice, it fell as well. Third....NOOOO! Bridget shot her arm up and clenched her fist, determined to outlast the champion! With a spurt of strength she finally reached the ropes with the tip of her boots, earning the rope break!
Dayna showed no interest in releasing the hold despite the roar of the crowd and Castle's official confirmation, indeed she greeted both with an eye-roll and another rough constriction of the Cobra Clutch. It wasn't until he zebra started to count that she stood up and dragged Stroud away from the safety of the strands!
“You'll have to learn to not rely on the charity of others, Ms. Stroud.” Erza noted as she marched the flailing challenger to the middle of the ring. “Failure to do so will result in career stagnation, personal dissatisfaction and more demoralizing defeats than one of your limited abilities will be able to withstanNNNHHHH!”
Stroud couldn't just power out of the Executrix's grasp so she made it as painful as possible for Erza to hold onto her by raising her left foot and STAMPING down on her toes once, twice, three times! In the same breath she went to work with her right elbow, Minnesota Wild just gouging away at the taller wrestler's flank as hard as she could. “Fruuhhh...freakin' cheater.” she grunted. “Leggo of me, you know I was in the ROOOOAAGGGHHHHH!”
In no mood to tolerate such disrespect from her opposition, Erza simply shrugged off Bridget's defenses and hoisted her skyward, the former rock climber's strong legs swinging up into the lights at a precarious angle. With the soles of Stroud's boots pointed toward the lights, Dayna shot up on tiptoe only to lay out on her belly, the Israeli Powerhouse THAWHAMMING Bridget onto the deck with a thunderous Cobra Clutch Slam!
COBRA CLUTCH SLAM:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=wL13_MKELRQ
Swatting Stroud's legs down rather than collect them to bolster her pin, Dayna pressed one hand to Bridget's chest and another to her face to ensure everyone watching knew the match was over long before Castle counted the...
ONE...
TWO...
THRNOOOO!
Stroud swatted the hand off her face and rolled to one side to keep her championship aspirations alive for at least a few more seconds.
Dayna frowned at Nick over what she clearly believed was a slow count, but rather than waste words she grabbed a handful of Bridget's hair and yanked her head up just to bounce it like a basketball! She repeated the tactic twice more before shifting that hand to Stroud's throat so she could haul her to boot-leather.
“Get off her throat, Dayna.” the ref warned. “And don't think I'm going to let you manipulate the rules all night. Next time she gets to the ropes--”
“Oh please, we both know there won't BE a next time for this one.” Erza scoffed as she tossed Stroud's right arm over her own right shoulder. “In fact her time in my boardroom is just about up!”
On that ominous note she snatched the back of Bridget's waistband, dipped down and hoisted her high once again, this time for a massive Choke Sla--“EEERRRGGHHHH!” from Erza and surprise from the crowd when Sweet Disaster slipped her right arm loose and 'smecked' a white-knuckle Iron Claw to the champion's startled face! Wobbling in place as Stroud ground the heel of her palm into her nose, Dayna tried to pull loose and found she couldn't so she returned Bridget to the mat and spiked a knee into the pit of her stomach.
“Your tenacity is starting to annoy me, Ms. Stroud.” Erza growled as the other woman's grip fell away. “And that means it's time you returned to the rest of the rank and file.”
No response from Bridget so she re-secured the challenger's right arm and put a little extra 'oomph' on the wedgie that shot Stroud into the void for-- Minnesota Wild looped her right arm around Dayna's noggin and kicked her legs forward while simultaneously leaning back with every bit of her weight. This abrupt shift yanked the Executrix off balance and she tumbled into a forehead on canvas collision that echoed throughout the arena!
The residual momentum from the DDT bounced Erza over onto her back and unlike the arrogant champion, Bridget helped herself to both legs, the wide-eyed brunette catching hold of a gaudy Back Press that pointed Dayna's derriere into the lights for a count of...
ONE...
TWO...
Erza kicked out at 'TWO!' with a decisiveness that suggested she was far from finished even after the disastrous end to her Choke Slam efforts. As for Bridget, she was still winded from her time in the Cobra Clutch, but she was also riding an adrenaline rush so it didn't surprise anyone when she beat the stunned Executrix back to her feet. No, the surprise only registered when she reeled Erza into a Front Facelock and slung the near arm across her shoulders. Those assembled for Heartbroken WANTED to believe in the challenger but couldn't quite bring themselves to-- Stroud twisted under the big brunette and laid out flat to THWHUMP Dayna down on the back of her head with a huge Neckbreaker!
SNAP NECKBREAKER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=mhqJYTwai14
Floating over into a straddle immediately thereafter, Bridget crooked her right hand into a talon and affixed it to Erza's upturned face for the second time in barely a minute! “TAP!” Stroud bellowed as she gripped her clawin' wrist for extra leverage. “TAP OUT, DAYNA!”
"ARGHHH! NU-NOO!" Dayna screamed out in pain as she thumped her feet on the canvas. She tried to pry the talon off her face but it was hanging on tight like a facehugger.
"Tap out or I'll crush your NGGNNHH!" Bridget grunted mid-threat as Dayna punched the crook of her elbow. While the first did not work, the next few eventually forced Bridget to relinquish the hold. Dayna sat up and clutched her face in pain, red welts showing where pressure had been applied while Stroud shook off the numbing sensation in her arm.
Bridget got up to her feet first and swung a forearm into Dayna's cheeks. "Not so tough now huh, big girl?" Stroud taunted The Executrix as she pumped her brakes to keep herself from backpedaling too much.
"You better pick your next words carefully, Ms. Stroud." Dayna snarled and charged with a Big Boot directed towards Bridget's chin but she ducked under! As Dayna spun around, Stroud moved in and swept an arm across her chest while the other went to her togs for a makeshift handle. Bridget yanked the back of Dayna's one piece up as she hauled her into the air, wedging the cloth into her crotch and her ass cheeks before driving Erza spine-first into the thinly-sheathed plywood with the Rocked Bottoms!
ROCKED BOTTOMS
youtu.be/CmboQR00mwM
Dayna flattened out like a starfish and Bridget excitedly hooked the legs for the...
ONE!
TWO!
THRNOOOO!!!
"Noo..." The challenger sighed in disappointment after Dayna kicked out and flopped onto her belly. Riding on the momentum, Bridget quickly channeled her focus back to Dayna. She quickly got to her feet while the shell-shocked Dayna was still on all fours. Sweet Disaster quickly hauled the dazed Dayna back to boot-leather and prepared to mount an offense. She snatched Dayna's left wrist and brought it across her waist, shoving Dayna off into a half-circle and..NOOOO!
The Israeli Powerhouse countered the Ripcord Lariat with a Lariat of her own! Dayna fell back onto her hands and knees, still winded from the Rocked Bottoms. The Executrix pressed onto a posted knee and pushed herself back vertical as Bridget managed to sit up.
"I'm sure you still have more in you. Don't you Ms. Stroud?" Dayna asked as Bridget clawed at Dayna's boots and knee pads.
"Da...Damn right..." Bridget muttered as she fought to all fours.
Dayna dipped down and wrapped her arms around Stroud's waist, gutwrenching her onto the shoulders for a few seconds before dropping her on a posted knee!
GUTWRENCH BACKBREAKER:
youtu.be/gu4phXKAdOg
Bridget clutched the small of her back and winced in agony. Dayna quickly dropped to the ground and rolled her flat for the...
ONE!
TWO!
THRNOOO!!!!
The challenger shot up her arm before the third count and the arm quickly returned to her back. Despite big moves from The Israeli Powerhouse, the young star proved strong enough to endure her offense. The towering Destroyer climbed to her feet but backed into the corner and placed her arms on the ropes, as if she was toying with Bridget. But the challenger strengthened her resolve and crawled to the corner, one step at a time, using the ropes to pull herself up before slumping back-first into the corner.
The CEO of DaynaCorp measured Bridget and charged with a running knee to her stomach, causing the brunette to double up around the bludgeoning limb! In her weakened state, Dayna cradled Bridget's hamstrings and easily hauled her to a seat on the turnbuckle. Looking to go high risk, the champion soon joined her on the second ropes and trapped Bridget in a Front Facelock. It was at this moment, Bridget began to fight back with shots to Erza's midsection!
Dayna would be forced to relinquish the Front Facelock and the pair began trading Haymakers. Mid-exchange Bridget switched things up and hit Dayna with a Headbutt, followed by another! As Dayna teetered on the second ropes, Sweet Disaster caught the back of her togs and swung an arm across Dayna's chest, hauling her up into the air before sending the champ into the canvas from the second rope with another Rocked Bottoms!
ROCKED BOTTOMS
youtu.be/CmboQR00mwM
The crowd burst into cheers as Stroud hurriedly hooked Dayna's leg for the cover! The crowd counted down to a new champion with a...
ONE!
TWO!
THRENOOOOOOOO!
Erza proved her place at the top of the FAWN mountain was rightfully earned by getting a shoulder off the mat at the last possible second! Beside her, Bridget smacked her knee in frustration before reigning it in so she could haul Dayna to a seat with a double handful of hair. Snuggling in tight against the vulnerable champion's back, Stroud slung her left leg over Erza's right shoulder and planted that foot so her heel was wedged against the big brunette's left thigh. In the same breath she dipped beneath Dayna's right arm and wrenched in backward beneath her left armpit to complete a painful Abdominal Stretch.
ABDOMINAL STRETCH:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=mDJ19qykhcU
Right hand braced against Erza's right knee for a little extra leverage, Bridget hunched forward and then craaaaaaaaaaaaanked back to earn a long, low wail of pain from the Executrix. “GrrrhhhhhhhUUUUUGGGGGGGHHHH!” Dayna shook her head 'no' to let Castle know she had no intention of submitting despite the agonizing predicament.
This resilience didn't concern Sweet Disaster, she only eased the pressure only to pour it on with a series of sharp jerks and tugs! “Give it up, Dayna!” Bridget barked at the grimacing champion. “I don't want to hurt you, but I'm not letting go until you--”
“Don't fool yourself, Ms. Stroud.” Erza muttered. “You can do no more than cause me mild inconvenience on your worst day. Actually hurting me is FAR beyond your capabilitEEERRGGHH AAAAHHHHHH!”
Bridget crooked her right hand into a spade and slammed it into the Destroyer's vulnerable right flank in a death grip that gave lie to Dayna's last claim. “What do you say, Dayna?” Nick asked over the chorus of 'TAP!' chants that'd cropped up in the last several seconds. “You throwing in the towel? Need me to call for--”
“NO!” Erza interrupted with obvious steel in her voice. “I've worked far too hard to surrender my empire to this pretendEERRRRHHH GAAAAAAAHHH!”
“I'm puttin' in hard work too honey.” Bridget huffed as she bore down on the Belly Claw. “Puttin' real hard work on this belly of yours. No fat to be found, but that doesn't mean I can't scoop out some quiRRGGHH!” Dayna grabbed a huge handful of Stroud's dark hair and wrenched her head backward at an awkward angle. “Let go of my hair, Dayna.” Bridget said with some steel of her own. “Let go or I'll make this worse.”
“When are you going to learn, Ms. Stroud? You simply aren't strong enough to threaten mEEHHMMMPPPHHH!”
Bridget shifted her claw from belly to face, the former rock climber pressing the heel of her palm into Dayna's nose with enough force to make her eyes water! “TAP!” Bridget wasn't asking now, she flat out demanded submission from the Israeli Powerhouse. “TAP OUT, DAMN YOU!”
But Erza would not. Instead she continued to fight and micro-adjust until she could slip her left arm from under the challenger's posted left thigh. Too hurt to celebrate this achievement, she drove her elbow into Bridget's knee half a dozen times, then shifted in her seat so she could cup her left hand against the nape of Stroud's neck. Bellowing against the muffler of Bridget's palm as she began to wrest free, Dayna stood up with Bridget still clinging on for dear life and finally freed herself from the Iron Claw by muscling Stroud into a gut-first perch atop her right shoulder. With that hand pressed to the small of her foe's back, Erza pointed the both of 'em toward an empty corner on the far side of the squared circle and set off at full speed. Slowing only slightly when there was nowhere left to run, Dayna tossed Bridget forward and down so that she BWUNGED face-first into the top turnbuckle!
Her head snapped back and the rest of her followed, Minnesota Wild wobbling away from the corner like she didn't have any idea where she--“NNNNNNGGGHHHH!” Dayna took off for the ropes as soon as she knew Stroud was going to remain on her feet which meant she was in perfect position to drop a shoulder and drive it DEEP into the pit of her foe's stomach! Bridget was torn off her feet and dropped hard on the back of her head and shoulders, the brunette's legs kicking up in a lifeless spasm before returning to the mat. She was trying and failing to draw a breath when Dayna hooked the far leg and drew it up to the challenger's chin for the...
SPEAR:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=8pCKv5LwJPg
ONE...
TWO...
THRENOOOOOOOO!!!!
Bridget kicked out of the devastating Spear, shocking everyone in the arena! As Bridget flipped onto her front, Dayna quickly threaded a leg across Stroud's hamstring and folded her trapped leg over her own! Bridget wailed in pain as Dayna locked in the Calf Crusher!
CALF CRUSHER:
youtu.be/HqutOmKljOk
"Tap out Ms. Stroud! Or I will snap your leg!" Dayna threatened and jostled the hold causing the challenger to scream as her knee came close to popping.
Trapped right in the center of the ring, Sweet Disaster could hardly reach the ropes at all. She lifted her hand and alternated between clenching and opening, looking like she was about to tap but her head shaking 'no'. With Dayna's head in reach, Stroud shot her arm sideways and slapped her talon on Dayna's head!
"URGHHHHHH!!!" Dayna screamed as the rock climber's hand squeezed her skull. It was not until Bridget lifted Dayna's head and THUMPED it a few times into the thinly-sheathed plywood that both released their respective hold, licking their own wounds. The champion and challenger huffed as they clambered to their feet, moving to each other as they did so
The Executrix grabbed onto Bridget's locks and pulled her head just enough to send a forearm straight to her face, sending Stroud back a few steps. The Sweet Disaster braked before she fell over and hit back with a forearm of her own with a rallying cry. The Israeli Powerhouse shrugged it off and smacked the challenger with a dizzying European Uppercut!
The challenger staggered and dropped onto a single knee. Capitalizing on the woozy Bridget, Dayna raced back to the ropes and returned with a....NO! Bridget popped back to her feet and launched Dayna into the air, smacking her with a stiff forearm as she descended!
POP-UP FOREARM SMASH:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=1YleegSvlGI
The champion was hurt, and it showed as she dropped to a single knee. Roles reversed, Bridget went for the ropes as well, returning with her own...NO! Dayna launched Bridget into the air and swung an European Uppercut into Bridget's chin as she descended!
POP-UP EUROPEAN UPPERCUT:
youtu.be/QPBXmmnu74Q
Stroud dropped onto her knees, arms flailing as she fell backwards in slow motion. Luckily for Bridget, Dayna was not able to follow up with a cover with the dizzying forearm to the face.
Hands on her hips after the brutal exchange, the Executrix leaned forward and took several deep breaths as she fought to steady her reeling head. Eventually the world stopped spinning and her respiration returned to normal, indeed the towering World Champion managed a faint smile as she reached down and buried a hand in her opponent's hair. “If I were accepting interns I would hire you on the spot, Ms. Stroud.” Erza told Sweet Disaster. “But as for your championship potential, I'm afraid that's still far beyond your reaCHEEERRGGHHHHH!”
Stroud surged from her knees to her tiptoes in one frantic surge, the smaller wrestler ignoring Dayna's hair-hold so she could secure the Iron Claw to her opponent's face yet again! “Oh, I think it's closer than you'd like to admit, baby!” Bridget took hold of her clawin' wrist with her free hand to put even more strain on the Destroyer's skull. “In fact I'd say it's almost within my grasp!”
She poured it on and surged forward, and in so doing earned the biggest roar of her FAWN career when Dayna Erza went down on one knee!
“ASK HER!” Stroud shouted to Nick Castle. “ASK HER IF SHE'S DONE!”
“What do you say, Dayna?” the Senior Official got close to the action, though not so close he could be caught by any flailing, intentional or otherwise.”
The Israeli Powerhouse didn't answer, all her efforts were focused on prizing Stroud's crushing mitt from her-- another round of riotous noise when Dayna's hands loosened up, then dropped limp at her sides!
“CHECK HER!” Bridget bellowed. “CHECK HER, SHE'S OUT!”
Castle was already on it, he'd taken Erza's right wrist and raised it overhead before releasing it to fall back to its previous position! “ONE!” he called to the Timekeeper. Another attempt as the decibels grew downright cacophonous, those assembled for Heartbroken unable to believe it when Erza's arm fell a second time. “TWO!” Minnesota Wild couldn't even hear herself think anymore, it was instinct rather than conscious choice that sent her free hand to the back of Dayna's skull so she couldsqueeeeeeeeeeeeze that much harder.
Beside her, a wide-eyed Nick Castle took possession of the World Champion's wrist and held it aloft for the third and final-- “NNNGHHH! NNNGHHHH! NNNGHHHH! GUUURRRRHHK!”
Erza balled that hand into a fist and brought it down on the top of Stroud's head once, twice, three times! None of these blows freed her from the Iron Claw, but it didn't stop the Executrix from answering with a grip of her own, this one snug around the smaller wrestler's throat! Enduring Stroud's clamp in favor of bracing her left hand between the other brunette's shoulders, Dayna clambered to her feet and let out a Valkyrie roar simultaneous with hoisting the challenger high into the sky! Only vaguely aware when Bridget's hand came away from her face, Erza took a single ramshackle step forward and went down on one knee to THWHUMP Stroud spine-first across the post of her right knee!
CHOKESLAM BACKBREAKER @ 00:06
www.youtube.com/watch?v=8EU1s5bErMQ
Sweet Disaster bounced off and rolled away, the nauseating combination of adrenaline and anguish allowing her to scramble to verticality within heartbeats of suffering the hellish maneuver. Unfortunately simply being upright didn't grant her any foresight against what came next, in fact Bridget's back was turned when Erza stormed up from behind and threaded her right arm between the challenger's legs. Cupping Stroud's chin with her left hand even as she dropped into a slight crouch, Dayna rose to her full height with the former rock climber stretched painfully across her shoulders and jounced on the spot no less than half a dozen times! This rough treatment earned a pained yowl from Sweet Disaster, not that Castle got a chance to ask about submission before Erza laid out on her left hip to THA-WHAM Bridget down on the back of her head and shoulders!
ERZA HAMMER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=3ptIAUiADeE
Left face-down on the deck in the aftermath of the Erza Hammer, Stroud offered nothing more than a soft moan when the Israeli Powerhouse took hold at trunks and tresses and pulled her onto her back. From there she flopped across Bridget's chest, hooked the far leg and yanked it up in a tight cradle while Castle and the FAWNatics counted out...
ONE...
TWO...
THREE!
Dayna nodded at the sound of the bell but she didn't relinquish the cover, choosing instead to hold it as a sign of her dominance as the Announcer confirmed, “Ladies and gentlemen, your winner via pin-fall and STILL the FAWN World Champion... DAYNA ERZA!”
The sweat-soaked champion rose to her feet, received the gold from Castle and offered her wrist in return. The ref took hold and raised her arm into the air as a mix of cheers and boos echoed within the arena. Despite the affirmation by the official, Dayna was not satisfied. She walked up beside the insensate challenger and planted a boot on her chest as a sign of dominance as she hoisted the belt into the air, causing the boos to get louder.
"FAWN better get used to this sight. As long as I'm on top, I will stomp bean'Stroud' like her into the ground! Think twice before you even step foot into this ring with me!" Dayna made her warning clear to every young star bold enough to take a shot at her before the screen faded to black, ending the PPV.
BE LEGENDARY:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Kmidz2s4scM
The Heartbroken throng 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 ring career thus far interspersed with footage from her tenure in the world of rock climbing. The frenetic 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!
The spots abruptly trained themselves on the entryway with the third recitation and Bridget stormed through the curtain, the brunette they called Minnesota Wild skidding to a stop at the top of the stage just to throw her arms up for a brawny double bicep flex. Chants of ‘STROUD! STROUD! STROUD!’ rang out at once, a building roar crafted by fans of her indy stint as well as the new fans she’d made during her time in the FAWN Arena.
BRIDGET STROUD:
Grin giving way to gritty determination in the face of the colossal opportunity looming just ahead, Stroud swung around on one heel and flicked her hips in time to their chant while pointing to the white ‘Sweet Disaster’ insignia stretched across her purple briefs.
Another about-face followed shortly thereafter and the copper-skinned brunette hardbody took off down the ramp, Bridget going with arms outstretched to properly thank everyone lending their support to her cause. For her very first shot at FAWN's biggest prize Stroud wore the aforementioned purple 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 moved over to Senior Official Nick Castle and offered him her pads and boots.
“Gonna wish me luck, Nick?” she asked after he cleared her for combat.
“I can if you like, but I don't think you'll need it.” he replied. “You've already got everything you need for the climb, so Dayna's just another mountain, right?”
Stroud offered the zebra a hard smile and a knuckle bump. “Damned right. See ya at the top!”
As Bridget settled into her corner, the arena went dark with a single spotlight focused on the stage area.
YOUR GOD IS DEAD:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=FT8nG9hv168&ab_channel=TrailerMusicWorldI
"And introducing her opponent, hailing from Tel Aviv, Israel, she stands at five feet ten inches and weighs in tonight at one hundred and thirty-five pounds! She is the FAWN World Champion! DAYNA ERRZZAAA!"
The Executrix stepped out of the gorilla position clad in a black turtleneck one-piece with a belly cutout and her hair tied up in an office bun. The crowd reaction was mixed but that never bothered Dayna. All she planned to do was to show everyone in FAWN who's boss and her challenger tonight certainly needed a lesson.
DAYNA ERZA:
The champion unstrapped the belt from her waist and lifted it up into the air before resting it on one shoulder. Hardware properly displayed she calmly walked down the ramp, her dark eyes never leaving the challenger until she ascended the steel steps. Once one the apron she took another moment to appraise her foe with a measured top-to-bottom scan. Stroud was certainly smaller than most of her previous opponents, though she had researched enough of the former rock climber's matches to know she was quite dangerous. Small or not, Dayna would show no mercy.
From there Erza walked along the apron and stepped through the ropes before taking center-ring to display her belt. She only handed it off to Nick Castle when her music began to fade and even then she took her time strolling to her corner.
Bridget started clapping as soon as the bell sounded, the challenger looking to rally support from the FAWNatics in what was easily the biggest match of her professional career. Oh, she'd had huge moments there was no question of that. Her first appearance at 'Mania for one, not to mention milestone wins against rivals like Penny Tremblay, Kat Braddock and most recently, Kathryn deChevalier. She treasured each and every one of those triumphs because without them she never would've walked through the curtain tonight, but for all her talk of peaks and valleys, she couldn't kid herself. The World Championship WAS the top of the mountain. And as of tonight there was only one woman, practically a mountain herself, standing between Bridget Stroud and the highest vantage point she'd ever achieve. Nodding in appreciation as the crowd picked up her clapping, Bridget drew in a deep breath and let it out slow before heading for the summit.
As for Dayna, she watched Stroud psych herself up with a mixture of interest and amusement. No concern though, such a thought never once played across the analytical mind of the Executrix. She only left her corner when Bridget was halfway there, Erza's longer stride more than enough to ensure they arrived at the center within heartbeats of one another. “Your breathing already appears labored, Ms. Stroud.” Dayna noted as she came to a stop a few steps shy of the smaller brunette. “It doesn't bode well for your venture into the rarefied air of FAWN's upper echelons. Spirited though you are, I'm afraid you're not quite ready for--”
CRACK! was followed by WOOO's from those assembled to properly honor the Knife-Edge Chop Bridget laid across her opponent's chest. “Let me worry about my breathing, big girl.” Stroud answered as she started to circle the Executrix. “You should be more concerned about a fall from this height. Ego like yours? I don't think it would surv--”
Erza came for her like an avalanche, but Bridget was ready and spun around behind to loop her left arm around the champion's waist. Against someone her size she would've locked her hands and dumped them to all fours without even thinking, however Dayna was not her size so she crooked her right arm into a stubby 'V' and thwhap-thwhap-thwhapped a trio of Forearm Smashes into Erza's lower back!
Dayna grunted, lashed out with a Back Elbow that missed by a mile yet was still strong enough to turn her in a half circle without actually slipping the challenger's grasp. Fighting hard to keep her wits about her in the face of the other woman's obvious strength advantage, Stroud palmed Erza's hips in both hands to hold her steady while she reared back and THUMPED a swift Headbutt into the pit of Dayna's stomach! Erza 'ooofffhed' and her hips shot back, not by much, but enough for Bridget to cinch her arms around opposing thighs and--THWHACK! The Israeli Powerhouse clouted an Overhand Forearm Smash down on the center of Stroud's back, dropping her to one knee in a single stroke!
Snorting derisively at the crowd's surprise of what she thought blatantly obvious, Erza leaned over Bridget and cinched her arms around the other wrestler's waist. S-grip thus secure, she muscled Minnesota Wild into the air for a Gutwrench, though instead of simply hurling her across the ring, Dayna turned in a slow, deliberate circle to ensure any potential doubters would promptly realize their error. “Do you really think you belong here? In this ring, with me?” Erza chided the struggling battler. “Perhaps the Lightweight Division would be more profitable for someone of your--”
“Stick it!” Stroud couldn't twist free so she looped her left arm around the Executrix's left thigh in an effort to halt the embarrassing display. “You're not so big I can't toss you off this OW! HEY, STOP THAT! OH YOU BITCH, OW! OW! OW UUNNNGGGGHH!”
Always quick to remind a subordinate when they were out of line, Erza did the same with her opponent, though instead of a sharp glare or a stern rebuke she simply grabbed hold of Stroud's purple waistband and gave it a brisk tug! This was followed by half a dozen equally crisp slaps, a sort of managerial spanking that had Bridget squirming and thrashing until Dayna re-secured her previous grip and dropped backward to fling Stroud all the way to the ropes with a THWHUMPING Gutwrench Suplex!
DELAYED GUTWRENCH SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=3RxWSPJYO0o
Bridget sat up at once, one hand shooting to the small of her back while the other hooked around the second stand. In theory this should have kept her safe, alas Dayna Erza had never been the patient sort which meant the canvas was still thrumming with impact when she stomped over and buried both hands in Bridget's dark locks. “Hair! HAIR! Stroud complained to Castle even as she threw elbow after elbow into the implacable Destroyer's midriff. “Get off me, Dayna! I'm in the ropNNNGGGHH!”
Erza blasted a Kneelift into the challenger's tummy and wrenched her away from the reprieve of the ropes. In the next instant she gave up the hair-hold in favor of far more legal grip that saw one hand on the nape of Stroud's neck and the other clamped down on her left bicep. “No Ms. Stroud, you are not in the ropes. Currently you are within the confines of my Boardroom, which means that you are occupying my time. My time is precious Ms. Stroud and if you're going to occupy it, the least you can do...” Erza took a giant step away, tore Bridget off her feet and one-armed her three quarters of the way across the squared circle, Bridget soaring up, over and finally DOWN the thud of body on canvas so loud it made the folks in the cheap seats groan like they were sitting front row center, “...is provide an interesting diversion.”
BIEL TOSS:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=2C-V5__gPzE
No answer from Bridget, she was still trying to clear her head (and work the kinks out of her back) when Erza bent down and helped herself to another handful of hair. “Easy on the hair, champ.” Nick Castle advised as Stroud was hauled to verticality.
“I'm well within my rights, Mr. Castle.” Dayna noted an instant prior to THUMPING a Broadside Kneelift across her opponent's gulping tummy. This impact doubled Bridget over which in turn allowed Dayna to reel her into a Standing Headsciss--
“HHHRRRGGGHHHH!” Sweet Disaster strained and stamped her feet the instant Erza bore down with her thighs.
“Submit right now, Ms. Stroud.” the Executrix ordered. “There's no shame in being outmatched, only in prolonging the inevitable.”
“Nuh-NEVER!” Stroud slapped the backs of Dayna's thighs to emphasize her denial. “You'll have to do a lot more than this to beat NNHH! NNHH! NNNHHHOOOOWWWWW!”
Erza hop-stamped in place, the domineering Destroyer driving her glutes down onto the back of Bridget's skull while alternately pouring more power into the Scissors. After the third set she stopped hopping and started clawing, Erza draaaaaaaagging her nails up the bronzed cartography of Stroud's mostly bare back. “Ask her again, Mr. Castle.” Dayna said with a smile. “I do believe she's changed her mind.”
Castle wasn't so sure, but he wasn't going to argue with the World Champion. “What do you say, Bridget? Need me to--”
“NO!” the former rock climber barked. “She's not gonna punk me out like that, Nick! She wants to beat me? She's gonna have to BEAT meRRRGGGHHH!”
Tired of the scratching post treatment, Erza raised her hands overhead, joined them into a single fist and slammed it into the small of her foe's back. “You should be careful with such definitive statements, Ms. Stroud.” the Israeli Powerhouse murmured as she segued from the Headscissors to a Front Facelock. “They don't allow for a very generous interpretation after the bell, especially not if you're blubbering like a child.”
Bridget would've had an answer to that if Erza hadn't punched her in the ribs, as it was she could only gasp for air while the champ slung an arm across her shoulders, then snatched a handful of waistband. Knees bent ever so slightly, Dayna popped her hips and muscled Stroud directly overhead for-- “NGH!” Sweet Disaster brought her knee up (or rather, down) against the crown of Erza's skull, the blow disrupting her balance to the point she was forced to return the challenger to terra firma. More annoyed than hurt by the resistance, Dayna gave her burden a rough little shake before shooting her skyward for another try on the-- “RGH! RGH! Damn youHHRRRGH!”
A pair of Kneelifts ensured Dayna didn't deliver the Suplex, but when she tried to toss Stroud aside the smaller brunette swung down and in, all the better to 'SMECK' her legs tight around the World Champion's waist. Fighting free of the Facelock in the surprise that followed her counter, Bridget caught Dayna's head in an identical grip, then strengthened it by clasping her hands and leeeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaningback to complete the Guillotine Choke!
GUILLOTINE CHOKE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=9OUzYYqXspg
“Ask her!” Bridget shouted to Nick as Erza started to flail. “Ask her if she's had enou--”
“Don't waste my time.” Dayna rasped. “We both know you're not HHHRRRGGGHHH!”
Stroud stretched her legs out full length in an effort to cut Erza in half while also wrenching her head from her shoulders. “I'm not here to waste your time, honey! I'm here to end your reWHOONNNGGGHH!” blergh
Dayna stood up, wrapped her arms around Bridget's thighs and charged to the nearest corner to BWUNG the smaller brunette against the buckles. Stroud let loose and sagged against the turnbuckle so Dayna backed off just to charge in, the champ lowering one shoulder to-- Bridget slipped to one side and flicked out her legs in an impromptu Drop Toehold that sent Erza face-first into the middle buckle!
Scrambling to her feet on a wave of startled applause, Stroud sprinted across the squared circle to the opposite corner just to wheel around and race back, whereupon she whipped 'round on one heel and THAWHUMPED her glutes into the base of Dayna's skull! The Executrix slopped out on her back in a woozy pile, both arms thrown overhead when Bridget pounced across her midsection and hooked the far leg for...
ONE!
TWO!
NOOOO!!!
The Executrix kicked out of the cover with a full second to spare, clambering to her knees in a few seconds. Bridget clambered onto her feet and caught onto one of Dayna's wrist. While Bridget intended to throw Dayna into the ropes, The Israeli Powerhouse forcefully pulled the challenger into a Clothesline!
"Commendable effort, but you are not going to beat me with that Ms. Stroud." Dayna taunted after sending the young upstart to the canvas. The Executrix walked around Bridget's head and peeled her off the canvas. Before she was fully upright, Dayna softened her up with a few knees to the midsection. Bridget dropped onto one knee but Dayna picked her back up by the hair and guided her head into the nearest turnbuckle with a THWONK! Bridget spun around woozily but Erza shoved her back into the corner, pressing against her to keep the smaller brunette from moving before whipping her around the ring!
With the distance between them, Dayna sprinted across the ring at full speed and "UGGGHH!" Stroud sent the Israeli Powerhouse staggering backwards with a boot to the face! Capitalizing on the opening, Bridget charged towards the stunned champion...NO!
Dayna spun around at the last moment and nailed Bridget to the canvas with a Scoop Powerslam and hooked the far leg for the...
SCOOP POWERSLAM:
youtu.be/Vm6qdC-4PVE
ONE!
TWO!
NOOO!!!
The challenger buckled out at the count of 'TWO!' and rolled away from the dominating champion. While Bridget tried to catch her breath on the canvas, Dayna backed into the ropes and returned with a Knee Drop to the floored challenger! Bridget sat up, clutching her face in pain but the champion quickly shoved her back down and covered for the....
KNEE DROP:
youtu.be/vIZAs5l1ywg
ONE!
TWO!
NOOOO!!!!
The CEO of DaynaCorp sat up and peered over her shoulder, still unconvinced by the abilities of the young star, but happy to take her to the limit. Erza knee walked to her opponent and raised Bridget to a seat. The Executrix pulled one of Stroud's arms across the face while simultaneously wrapping another arm pushed against the back of Bridget's neck, trapping her in a Cobra Clutch!
COBRA CLUTCH:
youtu.be/oh5AhMmQJJo?t=16
Bridget came back to life and squirmed in pain as Dayna threatened to cut the oxygen supply to her head. "Come on Ms. Stroud, do not delay the inevitable...", Dayna cooed into Bridget's ear as she SQUUEEZED hard.
"Come on Bridget, what do you say? You give?"
"Nuuggghh..." Bridget struggled to refuse to offer and waggled her finger 'no'. With just her legs, she attempted to drag herself and Dayna towards the ropes. As she came closer and closer, her struggles gradually came to a stop and her arm began to slacken.
"Come on Bridget! Answer me!" the ref yelled, hoping to hear a response but in vain.
He raised Bridget's arm once, and it fell. Twice, it fell as well. Third....NOOOO! Bridget shot her arm up and clenched her fist, determined to outlast the champion! With a spurt of strength she finally reached the ropes with the tip of her boots, earning the rope break!
Dayna showed no interest in releasing the hold despite the roar of the crowd and Castle's official confirmation, indeed she greeted both with an eye-roll and another rough constriction of the Cobra Clutch. It wasn't until he zebra started to count that she stood up and dragged Stroud away from the safety of the strands!
“You'll have to learn to not rely on the charity of others, Ms. Stroud.” Erza noted as she marched the flailing challenger to the middle of the ring. “Failure to do so will result in career stagnation, personal dissatisfaction and more demoralizing defeats than one of your limited abilities will be able to withstanNNNHHHH!”
Stroud couldn't just power out of the Executrix's grasp so she made it as painful as possible for Erza to hold onto her by raising her left foot and STAMPING down on her toes once, twice, three times! In the same breath she went to work with her right elbow, Minnesota Wild just gouging away at the taller wrestler's flank as hard as she could. “Fruuhhh...freakin' cheater.” she grunted. “Leggo of me, you know I was in the ROOOOAAGGGHHHHH!”
In no mood to tolerate such disrespect from her opposition, Erza simply shrugged off Bridget's defenses and hoisted her skyward, the former rock climber's strong legs swinging up into the lights at a precarious angle. With the soles of Stroud's boots pointed toward the lights, Dayna shot up on tiptoe only to lay out on her belly, the Israeli Powerhouse THAWHAMMING Bridget onto the deck with a thunderous Cobra Clutch Slam!
COBRA CLUTCH SLAM:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=wL13_MKELRQ
Swatting Stroud's legs down rather than collect them to bolster her pin, Dayna pressed one hand to Bridget's chest and another to her face to ensure everyone watching knew the match was over long before Castle counted the...
ONE...
TWO...
THRNOOOO!
Stroud swatted the hand off her face and rolled to one side to keep her championship aspirations alive for at least a few more seconds.
Dayna frowned at Nick over what she clearly believed was a slow count, but rather than waste words she grabbed a handful of Bridget's hair and yanked her head up just to bounce it like a basketball! She repeated the tactic twice more before shifting that hand to Stroud's throat so she could haul her to boot-leather.
“Get off her throat, Dayna.” the ref warned. “And don't think I'm going to let you manipulate the rules all night. Next time she gets to the ropes--”
“Oh please, we both know there won't BE a next time for this one.” Erza scoffed as she tossed Stroud's right arm over her own right shoulder. “In fact her time in my boardroom is just about up!”
On that ominous note she snatched the back of Bridget's waistband, dipped down and hoisted her high once again, this time for a massive Choke Sla--“EEERRRGGHHHH!” from Erza and surprise from the crowd when Sweet Disaster slipped her right arm loose and 'smecked' a white-knuckle Iron Claw to the champion's startled face! Wobbling in place as Stroud ground the heel of her palm into her nose, Dayna tried to pull loose and found she couldn't so she returned Bridget to the mat and spiked a knee into the pit of her stomach.
“Your tenacity is starting to annoy me, Ms. Stroud.” Erza growled as the other woman's grip fell away. “And that means it's time you returned to the rest of the rank and file.”
No response from Bridget so she re-secured the challenger's right arm and put a little extra 'oomph' on the wedgie that shot Stroud into the void for-- Minnesota Wild looped her right arm around Dayna's noggin and kicked her legs forward while simultaneously leaning back with every bit of her weight. This abrupt shift yanked the Executrix off balance and she tumbled into a forehead on canvas collision that echoed throughout the arena!
The residual momentum from the DDT bounced Erza over onto her back and unlike the arrogant champion, Bridget helped herself to both legs, the wide-eyed brunette catching hold of a gaudy Back Press that pointed Dayna's derriere into the lights for a count of...
ONE...
TWO...
Erza kicked out at 'TWO!' with a decisiveness that suggested she was far from finished even after the disastrous end to her Choke Slam efforts. As for Bridget, she was still winded from her time in the Cobra Clutch, but she was also riding an adrenaline rush so it didn't surprise anyone when she beat the stunned Executrix back to her feet. No, the surprise only registered when she reeled Erza into a Front Facelock and slung the near arm across her shoulders. Those assembled for Heartbroken WANTED to believe in the challenger but couldn't quite bring themselves to-- Stroud twisted under the big brunette and laid out flat to THWHUMP Dayna down on the back of her head with a huge Neckbreaker!
SNAP NECKBREAKER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=mhqJYTwai14
Floating over into a straddle immediately thereafter, Bridget crooked her right hand into a talon and affixed it to Erza's upturned face for the second time in barely a minute! “TAP!” Stroud bellowed as she gripped her clawin' wrist for extra leverage. “TAP OUT, DAYNA!”
"ARGHHH! NU-NOO!" Dayna screamed out in pain as she thumped her feet on the canvas. She tried to pry the talon off her face but it was hanging on tight like a facehugger.
"Tap out or I'll crush your NGGNNHH!" Bridget grunted mid-threat as Dayna punched the crook of her elbow. While the first did not work, the next few eventually forced Bridget to relinquish the hold. Dayna sat up and clutched her face in pain, red welts showing where pressure had been applied while Stroud shook off the numbing sensation in her arm.
Bridget got up to her feet first and swung a forearm into Dayna's cheeks. "Not so tough now huh, big girl?" Stroud taunted The Executrix as she pumped her brakes to keep herself from backpedaling too much.
"You better pick your next words carefully, Ms. Stroud." Dayna snarled and charged with a Big Boot directed towards Bridget's chin but she ducked under! As Dayna spun around, Stroud moved in and swept an arm across her chest while the other went to her togs for a makeshift handle. Bridget yanked the back of Dayna's one piece up as she hauled her into the air, wedging the cloth into her crotch and her ass cheeks before driving Erza spine-first into the thinly-sheathed plywood with the Rocked Bottoms!
ROCKED BOTTOMS
youtu.be/CmboQR00mwM
Dayna flattened out like a starfish and Bridget excitedly hooked the legs for the...
ONE!
TWO!
THRNOOOO!!!
"Noo..." The challenger sighed in disappointment after Dayna kicked out and flopped onto her belly. Riding on the momentum, Bridget quickly channeled her focus back to Dayna. She quickly got to her feet while the shell-shocked Dayna was still on all fours. Sweet Disaster quickly hauled the dazed Dayna back to boot-leather and prepared to mount an offense. She snatched Dayna's left wrist and brought it across her waist, shoving Dayna off into a half-circle and..NOOOO!
The Israeli Powerhouse countered the Ripcord Lariat with a Lariat of her own! Dayna fell back onto her hands and knees, still winded from the Rocked Bottoms. The Executrix pressed onto a posted knee and pushed herself back vertical as Bridget managed to sit up.
"I'm sure you still have more in you. Don't you Ms. Stroud?" Dayna asked as Bridget clawed at Dayna's boots and knee pads.
"Da...Damn right..." Bridget muttered as she fought to all fours.
Dayna dipped down and wrapped her arms around Stroud's waist, gutwrenching her onto the shoulders for a few seconds before dropping her on a posted knee!
GUTWRENCH BACKBREAKER:
youtu.be/gu4phXKAdOg
Bridget clutched the small of her back and winced in agony. Dayna quickly dropped to the ground and rolled her flat for the...
ONE!
TWO!
THRNOOO!!!!
The challenger shot up her arm before the third count and the arm quickly returned to her back. Despite big moves from The Israeli Powerhouse, the young star proved strong enough to endure her offense. The towering Destroyer climbed to her feet but backed into the corner and placed her arms on the ropes, as if she was toying with Bridget. But the challenger strengthened her resolve and crawled to the corner, one step at a time, using the ropes to pull herself up before slumping back-first into the corner.
The CEO of DaynaCorp measured Bridget and charged with a running knee to her stomach, causing the brunette to double up around the bludgeoning limb! In her weakened state, Dayna cradled Bridget's hamstrings and easily hauled her to a seat on the turnbuckle. Looking to go high risk, the champion soon joined her on the second ropes and trapped Bridget in a Front Facelock. It was at this moment, Bridget began to fight back with shots to Erza's midsection!
Dayna would be forced to relinquish the Front Facelock and the pair began trading Haymakers. Mid-exchange Bridget switched things up and hit Dayna with a Headbutt, followed by another! As Dayna teetered on the second ropes, Sweet Disaster caught the back of her togs and swung an arm across Dayna's chest, hauling her up into the air before sending the champ into the canvas from the second rope with another Rocked Bottoms!
ROCKED BOTTOMS
youtu.be/CmboQR00mwM
The crowd burst into cheers as Stroud hurriedly hooked Dayna's leg for the cover! The crowd counted down to a new champion with a...
ONE!
TWO!
THRENOOOOOOOO!
Erza proved her place at the top of the FAWN mountain was rightfully earned by getting a shoulder off the mat at the last possible second! Beside her, Bridget smacked her knee in frustration before reigning it in so she could haul Dayna to a seat with a double handful of hair. Snuggling in tight against the vulnerable champion's back, Stroud slung her left leg over Erza's right shoulder and planted that foot so her heel was wedged against the big brunette's left thigh. In the same breath she dipped beneath Dayna's right arm and wrenched in backward beneath her left armpit to complete a painful Abdominal Stretch.
ABDOMINAL STRETCH:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=mDJ19qykhcU
Right hand braced against Erza's right knee for a little extra leverage, Bridget hunched forward and then craaaaaaaaaaaaanked back to earn a long, low wail of pain from the Executrix. “GrrrhhhhhhhUUUUUGGGGGGGHHHH!” Dayna shook her head 'no' to let Castle know she had no intention of submitting despite the agonizing predicament.
This resilience didn't concern Sweet Disaster, she only eased the pressure only to pour it on with a series of sharp jerks and tugs! “Give it up, Dayna!” Bridget barked at the grimacing champion. “I don't want to hurt you, but I'm not letting go until you--”
“Don't fool yourself, Ms. Stroud.” Erza muttered. “You can do no more than cause me mild inconvenience on your worst day. Actually hurting me is FAR beyond your capabilitEEERRGGHH AAAAHHHHHH!”
Bridget crooked her right hand into a spade and slammed it into the Destroyer's vulnerable right flank in a death grip that gave lie to Dayna's last claim. “What do you say, Dayna?” Nick asked over the chorus of 'TAP!' chants that'd cropped up in the last several seconds. “You throwing in the towel? Need me to call for--”
“NO!” Erza interrupted with obvious steel in her voice. “I've worked far too hard to surrender my empire to this pretendEERRRRHHH GAAAAAAAHHH!”
“I'm puttin' in hard work too honey.” Bridget huffed as she bore down on the Belly Claw. “Puttin' real hard work on this belly of yours. No fat to be found, but that doesn't mean I can't scoop out some quiRRGGHH!” Dayna grabbed a huge handful of Stroud's dark hair and wrenched her head backward at an awkward angle. “Let go of my hair, Dayna.” Bridget said with some steel of her own. “Let go or I'll make this worse.”
“When are you going to learn, Ms. Stroud? You simply aren't strong enough to threaten mEEHHMMMPPPHHH!”
Bridget shifted her claw from belly to face, the former rock climber pressing the heel of her palm into Dayna's nose with enough force to make her eyes water! “TAP!” Bridget wasn't asking now, she flat out demanded submission from the Israeli Powerhouse. “TAP OUT, DAMN YOU!”
But Erza would not. Instead she continued to fight and micro-adjust until she could slip her left arm from under the challenger's posted left thigh. Too hurt to celebrate this achievement, she drove her elbow into Bridget's knee half a dozen times, then shifted in her seat so she could cup her left hand against the nape of Stroud's neck. Bellowing against the muffler of Bridget's palm as she began to wrest free, Dayna stood up with Bridget still clinging on for dear life and finally freed herself from the Iron Claw by muscling Stroud into a gut-first perch atop her right shoulder. With that hand pressed to the small of her foe's back, Erza pointed the both of 'em toward an empty corner on the far side of the squared circle and set off at full speed. Slowing only slightly when there was nowhere left to run, Dayna tossed Bridget forward and down so that she BWUNGED face-first into the top turnbuckle!
Her head snapped back and the rest of her followed, Minnesota Wild wobbling away from the corner like she didn't have any idea where she--“NNNNNNGGGHHHH!” Dayna took off for the ropes as soon as she knew Stroud was going to remain on her feet which meant she was in perfect position to drop a shoulder and drive it DEEP into the pit of her foe's stomach! Bridget was torn off her feet and dropped hard on the back of her head and shoulders, the brunette's legs kicking up in a lifeless spasm before returning to the mat. She was trying and failing to draw a breath when Dayna hooked the far leg and drew it up to the challenger's chin for the...
SPEAR:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=8pCKv5LwJPg
ONE...
TWO...
THRENOOOOOOOO!!!!
Bridget kicked out of the devastating Spear, shocking everyone in the arena! As Bridget flipped onto her front, Dayna quickly threaded a leg across Stroud's hamstring and folded her trapped leg over her own! Bridget wailed in pain as Dayna locked in the Calf Crusher!
CALF CRUSHER:
youtu.be/HqutOmKljOk
"Tap out Ms. Stroud! Or I will snap your leg!" Dayna threatened and jostled the hold causing the challenger to scream as her knee came close to popping.
Trapped right in the center of the ring, Sweet Disaster could hardly reach the ropes at all. She lifted her hand and alternated between clenching and opening, looking like she was about to tap but her head shaking 'no'. With Dayna's head in reach, Stroud shot her arm sideways and slapped her talon on Dayna's head!
"URGHHHHHH!!!" Dayna screamed as the rock climber's hand squeezed her skull. It was not until Bridget lifted Dayna's head and THUMPED it a few times into the thinly-sheathed plywood that both released their respective hold, licking their own wounds. The champion and challenger huffed as they clambered to their feet, moving to each other as they did so
The Executrix grabbed onto Bridget's locks and pulled her head just enough to send a forearm straight to her face, sending Stroud back a few steps. The Sweet Disaster braked before she fell over and hit back with a forearm of her own with a rallying cry. The Israeli Powerhouse shrugged it off and smacked the challenger with a dizzying European Uppercut!
The challenger staggered and dropped onto a single knee. Capitalizing on the woozy Bridget, Dayna raced back to the ropes and returned with a....NO! Bridget popped back to her feet and launched Dayna into the air, smacking her with a stiff forearm as she descended!
POP-UP FOREARM SMASH:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=1YleegSvlGI
The champion was hurt, and it showed as she dropped to a single knee. Roles reversed, Bridget went for the ropes as well, returning with her own...NO! Dayna launched Bridget into the air and swung an European Uppercut into Bridget's chin as she descended!
POP-UP EUROPEAN UPPERCUT:
youtu.be/QPBXmmnu74Q
Stroud dropped onto her knees, arms flailing as she fell backwards in slow motion. Luckily for Bridget, Dayna was not able to follow up with a cover with the dizzying forearm to the face.
Hands on her hips after the brutal exchange, the Executrix leaned forward and took several deep breaths as she fought to steady her reeling head. Eventually the world stopped spinning and her respiration returned to normal, indeed the towering World Champion managed a faint smile as she reached down and buried a hand in her opponent's hair. “If I were accepting interns I would hire you on the spot, Ms. Stroud.” Erza told Sweet Disaster. “But as for your championship potential, I'm afraid that's still far beyond your reaCHEEERRGGHHHHH!”
Stroud surged from her knees to her tiptoes in one frantic surge, the smaller wrestler ignoring Dayna's hair-hold so she could secure the Iron Claw to her opponent's face yet again! “Oh, I think it's closer than you'd like to admit, baby!” Bridget took hold of her clawin' wrist with her free hand to put even more strain on the Destroyer's skull. “In fact I'd say it's almost within my grasp!”
She poured it on and surged forward, and in so doing earned the biggest roar of her FAWN career when Dayna Erza went down on one knee!
“ASK HER!” Stroud shouted to Nick Castle. “ASK HER IF SHE'S DONE!”
“What do you say, Dayna?” the Senior Official got close to the action, though not so close he could be caught by any flailing, intentional or otherwise.”
The Israeli Powerhouse didn't answer, all her efforts were focused on prizing Stroud's crushing mitt from her-- another round of riotous noise when Dayna's hands loosened up, then dropped limp at her sides!
“CHECK HER!” Bridget bellowed. “CHECK HER, SHE'S OUT!”
Castle was already on it, he'd taken Erza's right wrist and raised it overhead before releasing it to fall back to its previous position! “ONE!” he called to the Timekeeper. Another attempt as the decibels grew downright cacophonous, those assembled for Heartbroken unable to believe it when Erza's arm fell a second time. “TWO!” Minnesota Wild couldn't even hear herself think anymore, it was instinct rather than conscious choice that sent her free hand to the back of Dayna's skull so she couldsqueeeeeeeeeeeeze that much harder.
Beside her, a wide-eyed Nick Castle took possession of the World Champion's wrist and held it aloft for the third and final-- “NNNGHHH! NNNGHHHH! NNNGHHHH! GUUURRRRHHK!”
Erza balled that hand into a fist and brought it down on the top of Stroud's head once, twice, three times! None of these blows freed her from the Iron Claw, but it didn't stop the Executrix from answering with a grip of her own, this one snug around the smaller wrestler's throat! Enduring Stroud's clamp in favor of bracing her left hand between the other brunette's shoulders, Dayna clambered to her feet and let out a Valkyrie roar simultaneous with hoisting the challenger high into the sky! Only vaguely aware when Bridget's hand came away from her face, Erza took a single ramshackle step forward and went down on one knee to THWHUMP Stroud spine-first across the post of her right knee!
CHOKESLAM BACKBREAKER @ 00:06
www.youtube.com/watch?v=8EU1s5bErMQ
Sweet Disaster bounced off and rolled away, the nauseating combination of adrenaline and anguish allowing her to scramble to verticality within heartbeats of suffering the hellish maneuver. Unfortunately simply being upright didn't grant her any foresight against what came next, in fact Bridget's back was turned when Erza stormed up from behind and threaded her right arm between the challenger's legs. Cupping Stroud's chin with her left hand even as she dropped into a slight crouch, Dayna rose to her full height with the former rock climber stretched painfully across her shoulders and jounced on the spot no less than half a dozen times! This rough treatment earned a pained yowl from Sweet Disaster, not that Castle got a chance to ask about submission before Erza laid out on her left hip to THA-WHAM Bridget down on the back of her head and shoulders!
ERZA HAMMER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=3ptIAUiADeE
Left face-down on the deck in the aftermath of the Erza Hammer, Stroud offered nothing more than a soft moan when the Israeli Powerhouse took hold at trunks and tresses and pulled her onto her back. From there she flopped across Bridget's chest, hooked the far leg and yanked it up in a tight cradle while Castle and the FAWNatics counted out...
ONE...
TWO...
THREE!
Dayna nodded at the sound of the bell but she didn't relinquish the cover, choosing instead to hold it as a sign of her dominance as the Announcer confirmed, “Ladies and gentlemen, your winner via pin-fall and STILL the FAWN World Champion... DAYNA ERZA!”
The sweat-soaked champion rose to her feet, received the gold from Castle and offered her wrist in return. The ref took hold and raised her arm into the air as a mix of cheers and boos echoed within the arena. Despite the affirmation by the official, Dayna was not satisfied. She walked up beside the insensate challenger and planted a boot on her chest as a sign of dominance as she hoisted the belt into the air, causing the boos to get louder.
"FAWN better get used to this sight. As long as I'm on top, I will stomp bean'Stroud' like her into the ground! Think twice before you even step foot into this ring with me!" Dayna made her warning clear to every young star bold enough to take a shot at her before the screen faded to black, ending the PPV.