Post by hawkeye on Mar 6, 2022 23:48:14 GMT
Here we are again. Victoria Hackenchmidt, the young, stoic veteran from Germany puts the FAWN Intercontinental Championship on the line against anyone who dares step into the ring with The Knight. Unlike last month, the fans have no idea who’s aiming to take down Victoria and take the gold title belt, and the accolades that come with it. A cheer fills the building when the lights go out, the champion is about to make her entrance.
TURNADOT- FINALE
www.youtube.com/watch?v=XoTa-b7cUw0
The air fills with a full orchestra playing alongside powerful, classically trained singers. The audio of Giacomo Puccini’s three-stage opera feels perfectly appropriate with the sight of the stage illuminated with blinding white spotlights. All focused on the towering sentinel, the Intercontinental champion, Victoria Hackenschmidt.
Victoria drinks in the uproarious response the FAWNatics give her; most to all of them will change their attitudes once the bell rings, but they always love her when the music’s playing. Hackenschmidt takes a calming breath through her nose and sets down the ramp. The German giant stands tall and imposing in gleaming silver armour that reflects the bright lights shining down. Her head is covered in a Corinthian helmet that protects the back and sides of her head but leaves her high-boned cheeks free, a strip of metal stretched down from the center opening to cover her nose. The helm is smooth other than an artful etching that circles the top of the skull resembling a bejewelled crown. A fitted plackart covers Vic’s modest chest and firm belly connected to a pair of pauldrons covering her shoulders, and an armoured skirt of brown leather with steel plating extends past her knees. All detailed in similar etchings to her helmet, giving the young veteran an aura of royalty. But the most crucial thing on Victoria’s person is around her waist, the Intercontinental Championship belt. Under the spotlight, it shone the brightest beacon to any potential challenger, employed by FAWN or not, to try and pry it from the Destroyer’s grasp.
Head bowed in silent prayer; her gauntleted hands clutch the handle of a cross-hilted broadsword nearly four feet in length, a replica of an old family heirloom that hung over the fireplace in her family estate in Hesse. With a mighty roar, she flexes her powerful arms and hefts the blade up to a cheering audience, then onto her shoulder before beginning her march towards the ring, the spotlights following her every step.
"Standing at 5 feet 11 inches and weighing in at 152 pounds!! From Phoenix, Arizona, by way of Hesse, Germany!! She is The Valiant One!! The Intercontinental Champion, Victoria “The Knight” Hackenschmidt!!!”
Before the bell, Victoria tries to keep her mind on the match ahead, but she still reaches her free arm out to Hi-Five FAWNatics leaning over the guardrail. The Valiant One briefly detours to a set of steel steps where a solid-looking metal box with a small slit cut into the top sat by the ring apron. Hackenschmidt takes the sword off her shoulder and swiftly swings it in a broad circle before plunging it down into the box with one smooth motion. She hands the belt to an attendant who takes the prize to the commentator's table and takes off her armour, placing it neatly on the step to be collected later, along with the belt, after she wins. The Knight’s no longer armed and fortified but somehow looks more dangerous in her usual ring attire. A white halter top with matching boy-cut shorts, white boots and knee pads, and an elbow-length fingerless white glove on her right arm. All her gear has thin black lines that weave and intersect to resemble the plate armour she just discarded.
Taking up residence in the corner, Victoria grabs the top ropes and goes into a deep crouch for some last-minute stretching. As her music dies down, the big entrance euphoria dies along with it. A switch flips for the Orlando audience, and the air fills with a cacophony of noise, majority of the FAWNatics boo and jeer the Towering Teuton. The more feral fans want a champ that shows a little more skin or has a colourful demeanour, since coming to America it’s been said the audience dislikes Hackenschmidt’s ‘boring and prudish’ personality. At least, that’s how they describe it in the hate mail sent to the arena, the league's headquarters, her home, and on every social media platform.
Victoria scans the crowd and sees a few pockets of support, even a few signs bearing her name or image, “Well, seems like they’re slightly more positive today…” There’s a chant burbling through the miasma of boos from The Knight’s diehard fans, but Victoria can’t hear it clearly enough to understand what they’re saying. It sounds like it's a phrase, two parts maybe?
youtu.be/ARANSQ15Vrk?t=34
She’ll have to figure it out later. The house lights dim as an orchestra plays a haunting song that builds and quickens to a sound that evokes what you feel when you’re in a lucid nightmare. A thick layer of fog begins to roll down the ramp, itself illuminating for an otherworldly effect. The FAWNtron screen goes static and blinks out, pure black until a beat later a word appears to scratch onto the screen itself, spelling SAYA!
An ovation fills the stadium! Wrestling’s Grudge Girl hasn’t been seen in FAWN in over ten years, SAYA! has spent most of her career frightening opponents in Mexico and popular Indie outfits in Japan and Chile. The sadistic spectre emerges slowly from the curtains head bowed and face obscured by her long, silky raven hair. Arms down at her sides, SAYA! moves in deliberate, jerky movements, seemingly unaware of the throngs on either side. She’s come to battle in standard getup for the ghost, a simple uniform for a schoolgirl in Japan; a white short-sleeve, button-up shirt tucked into a grey pleated skirt with knee-high black socks and single strap shoes with a wrestling boot’s sole. The ensemble could be considered cute if not for the blotches of dirt and dried mud covering SAYA!’s clothes in random spots, and most concerningly a spattering of blood down the front of her shirt.
SAYA!
“From the bottom of a cursed well, born of unresolved hate and vengeance, this is SAYA!!”
Still in her corner, Victoria looks around at the happy masses mystified. With a raised eyebrow she questions incredulously, “They’re cheering this? Am I the wrong one?” Victoria’s a very learned competitor who knows much of pro wrestling’s history and stays up to date, but she’s still young and has no idea who SAYA! is and has no idea how much of a threat she could be.
The Grudge Girl in question crawls like a spider under the bottom rope and skitters to the opposite corner of Hackenschmidt, her fingers jerk and SAYA! Raises her head for the first time a part in her hair revealing one dark eye and her creepily pale, grease-painted face. She shoots up in a single movement, startling the referee and her opponent, Hackenschmidt has a good 6 inches and several pounds on SAYA!, but she still a bit unnerved by the silent woman.
Deciding an ocular patdown is the best way to search SAYA!, the zebra gives her a quick once over before motioning for the bell.
DING! DING!
Victoria lightly slaps herself on her cheeks, “Focus up, match time.” She strides out of the corner hands up and ready for whatever SAYA!’s opening gambit may be. She‘s near halfway across the Squared Circle when she notices the horror-themed grappler has not excited her corner, SAYA! Stands still except for a slight sway which could be accounted for by the air conditioning given how small her movements are, Victoria tries to urge forward, not wanting to win a match without working for it. She gestures with both hands, ”Come here! This is your chance!”
SAYA! Remains silent and unmoving, if Victoria had to guess, there's a good chance the ghost is asleep on her feet. Victoria tries to keep humble but this is a bit of an insult, The Knight is undefeated in FAWN and this is a championship match. This Halloween throwback is the best Bethany could find?
Victoria grumbles and reaches for SAYA! "Alright, enough of this. If you will not wrestle, you lay down so we can move this along."
PSSHHHFF!!!
"Aaaaie!!"
SAYA! bats The Knight’s hand away lifts her head and with her mouth sprays Victoria in the face with a Red Mist! The blinded IC champion staggers back looking like the first victim in a horror movie, rubbing at her burning eyes trying to get whatever evil concoction this red shit is off her face. SAYA! Grasps the top rope behind her, pulled herself up to stand on the second leaps off to plant her feet in Victoria’s chest with a dropkick. The tall blonde stumbles on her heels but manages to stay vertical with a luckily grab of the top cable, between wild swings of her arm to ward off any attacks, Hackenschmidt vigorously draws her free forearm across her eyes trying to clear her vision.
The giant's pitiful defences are unnecessary, SAYA! Never left her corner. As Hackenschmidt fights unseen ghosts, the Grudge Girl climbs the buckled of her corner and leaps off. As she flys toward Victoria SAYA! Pulls her knees to her chin and leaves shoe prints on the German's modest chest again with a Shotgun Dropkick!
Victoria's caught between an exhale and a grunt when her speed bumps get flattened by the aggressive apparition, the giant nearly topples over but stays on her feet with a prolonged back peddle that leads Victoria into a corner. The Knight's back jars against the buckled as she throws her arms over the top ropes to keep standing. Victoria blinks her burning eyes and at last, her sight begins to return a shape grows into Sharp focus as it nears.
THWACK!!
SAYA!'s sends Hackenschmidt's teeth into the tenth row with a running Yakuza Kick! The FAWNatics are going nuts in the stands watching this explosion of violence, newer wrestling fans are observing what older ones already know; SAYA! is an accomplished Joshi and a skilled Judoka. The latter the Grudge Girls shows off by tossing the much larger woman over her hip into a mat thrumming, spine-tingling fall with a textbook O-Goshi.
www.youtube.com/watch?v=-JGrAhavKpw
A harsh breath is forced from Victoria’s lips as SAYA!’s side collapses her tummy the moment she hits the canvas, SAYA! turns onto her front to lie across pulls in Victoria’s far leg for a cover. The official drops to his knees and slaps the mat: One! Two! Victoria shoves the ghost off her person with one hand, SAYA! is eternally inscrutable and if she's dismayed by being denied a quick win she doesn't show it. She sitters to Victoria's head and takes her in a front facelock as the German gets to her knees, SAYA! gives two kneelifts to the breadbasket and lifts Victoria to her feet. The Knight feels SAYA! tensing for what might be Suplex so Victoria cuts it off with a punch that lands on the ghost’s liver with a loud Pek! A normal woman would yell or even crumble but all Hackenscmidt gets is a shudder, Still, any sign is a good sign. Hackenschmidt swings her brawny arm back and digs her fist into SAYA!’s flank, the Japanese woman contorts around the blow and her hold around Victoria’s head turns from a tight seal to draping. Victoria pulls her head free and shoves SAYA! against the ropes, pushing a forearm under the ghost’s chin and mostly out of spite for the Red Mist, gives one more knuckle duster to SAYA!’s liver, and may have actually left knuckle imprints on the challenger’s flesh. The echoing sound of flesh on flesh makes the ref and the fans in the stands cringe.
An angry Victoria looks down into SAYA!’s raised face searching for any sort of human reaction and finds little aside from slight curling of the lips. The camera zooms in on the sight of a snarling, seemingly blood-covered Hackenaschmidt nose to nose with the frighteningly unreadable, undead face of SAYA!. This wrestling ring’s turned into a horror movie monster battle!
Dimly aware of the ref’s counting, Hackenschmidt turns SAYA!’s head with a forearm shiver before pulling her out of the ropes and sending the Grudge Girl away with an Irish Whip. SAYA!'s skirt flares around her hips as she runs causing many anime enthusiasts in the building to whip out their phones and press record. SAYA! Hits the ropes and recoils into a run en route to a charging Knight.
Victoria pivots and from a side grip picks up the Japanese ghoul around the waist for a Sidewalk Slam; SAYA! is parallel to the canvas and about to be smashed into dorayaki when the challenger calls upon the darkness for some supernatural agility. SAYA! flips up the axis of Victoria’s arm, takes the blonde in a headlock and swings her body down and around to SPIKE victoria’s head into the covered plywood with a Tilt-A-Whirl DDT!
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Gv4ICqzJzKA
Victoria’s cranium hits the ring floor with a thud! She prays to an unseen god, dead to the world with her head on the mat with her body supported by her knees. The reverberations of the ring send ripples through her body, the fans taking note of the ones jiggling her oft underrated ass. SAYA! lays beside the possibly concussed champ for a few moments, as dead as her aesthic would imply. Hoisted by some unseen meat hook, SAYA!’s belly lurches up and she on her hands and feet while contorted into a spine-breaking U, startling many people in the audience and causing a frightened “OOHH!” To ripple through the crowd.
www.youtube.com/watch?v=aUYTmm1ZJng
The spontaneous afterlife yoga knocks Victoria off her knees and onto her back; SAYA! Skitters creepily to be adjacent to the sleeping giant and effortlessly lifts her legs into a perfect handstand to impressed applause, and camera flashes as her skirt drops and unveils some surprisingly lacey, black underwear. SAYA! drops like a felled tree, Splashing across Victoria’s tummy and starring into the camera with a neutrally dead face, not bothering to hook a leg or any other insurance for the pinfall.
ONE!
TWO!!
Victoria piefaces SAYA! off of her and sits her face twitching in quiet rage. No more of this. The Knight stomps to her feet as SAYA! spidercrawls to the nearest corner and rises to her feet slower than the woman she’s been dominating. The loyal fans of the IC champion see her expression and restart the chant from earlier, its much easier to hear now but the blood’s pumping too loud in Hackenshmidt’s head to make sense of it. The red on her face isn’t just the Mist, it's a fit of deep, poisonous anger.
Victoria stands with perfect posture, looking straight ahead and away from SAYA!. The ghost tilts her head slightly to the side, the most human expression she’s done… in her whole life maybe? Curious about this new tactic The Valiant One’s adopting. SAYA! sprints forward lifting a shoe that's ready to leave an imprint on Victoria’s cheek; like liquid, Victoria dips down, dodging the Running Boot and scooping the ghost across her shoulders. Popping her hips, Victoria throws SAYA! into the air and whirls in a tight circle, blasting the challenger in the face with a jaw-breaking right hand!
THE IRON HAND
youtu.be/oMvXgKKLZCY?t=603
For the first time tonight SAYA! looks human. She writhes slowly on the canvas, listlessly turning her head with a hint of red dribbling from her lips, that definitely not the Mist, that’s blood. In her right mind, Victoria might show some mercy by going for a pin now so medical can check her opponent out. That’s not going to happen. Victoria heartlessly picks up SAYA! And stretches the Grudge girl across her back with a Gory Special. Most women would be screaming their heads or at least some low moaning, but SAYA! remains silent, oddly dignified despite the insurmountable odds and her outlandish look. Hackenschmidt angles SAYA!’s upperbody onto one shoulder and takes her around the neck. She growls in German, “-Stay dead this time-” throws themselves back with SAYA!’s face bearing their combined bodyweight when it hits the canvas.
FAFNIR’S FANG
youtu.be/PIlFRavoPzk?t=173
As SAYA! unspools onto her back, Victoria quickly but unemotionally throws a leg across her chest as collects the ghost’s stems under a single arm for a match ending cover.
ONE!
TWO!!
THREE!!!
"Your winner, and STILL Intercontinental Champion… Victoria Hackenschmidt!!"
And another one bites the dust. SAYA!'s mixture of martial arts skills and otherworldly creepiness couldn't stand up under The Valiant One's overwhelming power. Victoria carelessly throws the now defeated challenger’s leg away and stands up to collect her title. She refuses the ceremonial hand raising, preferring to grab her gold and go, Victoria’s in the post berserker rage state; self-loathing and depression. The Knight is Victorious but at what cost? As she trudges up the ramp, the chant from her fans has won over most of the arena and she can hear it clearly.
BLOOD!! KNIGHT!!
BLOOD!! KNIGHT!!
BLOOD!! KNIGHT!!
BLOOD!! KNIGHT!!
TURNADOT- FINALE
www.youtube.com/watch?v=XoTa-b7cUw0
The air fills with a full orchestra playing alongside powerful, classically trained singers. The audio of Giacomo Puccini’s three-stage opera feels perfectly appropriate with the sight of the stage illuminated with blinding white spotlights. All focused on the towering sentinel, the Intercontinental champion, Victoria Hackenschmidt.
Victoria drinks in the uproarious response the FAWNatics give her; most to all of them will change their attitudes once the bell rings, but they always love her when the music’s playing. Hackenschmidt takes a calming breath through her nose and sets down the ramp. The German giant stands tall and imposing in gleaming silver armour that reflects the bright lights shining down. Her head is covered in a Corinthian helmet that protects the back and sides of her head but leaves her high-boned cheeks free, a strip of metal stretched down from the center opening to cover her nose. The helm is smooth other than an artful etching that circles the top of the skull resembling a bejewelled crown. A fitted plackart covers Vic’s modest chest and firm belly connected to a pair of pauldrons covering her shoulders, and an armoured skirt of brown leather with steel plating extends past her knees. All detailed in similar etchings to her helmet, giving the young veteran an aura of royalty. But the most crucial thing on Victoria’s person is around her waist, the Intercontinental Championship belt. Under the spotlight, it shone the brightest beacon to any potential challenger, employed by FAWN or not, to try and pry it from the Destroyer’s grasp.
Head bowed in silent prayer; her gauntleted hands clutch the handle of a cross-hilted broadsword nearly four feet in length, a replica of an old family heirloom that hung over the fireplace in her family estate in Hesse. With a mighty roar, she flexes her powerful arms and hefts the blade up to a cheering audience, then onto her shoulder before beginning her march towards the ring, the spotlights following her every step.
"Standing at 5 feet 11 inches and weighing in at 152 pounds!! From Phoenix, Arizona, by way of Hesse, Germany!! She is The Valiant One!! The Intercontinental Champion, Victoria “The Knight” Hackenschmidt!!!”
Before the bell, Victoria tries to keep her mind on the match ahead, but she still reaches her free arm out to Hi-Five FAWNatics leaning over the guardrail. The Valiant One briefly detours to a set of steel steps where a solid-looking metal box with a small slit cut into the top sat by the ring apron. Hackenschmidt takes the sword off her shoulder and swiftly swings it in a broad circle before plunging it down into the box with one smooth motion. She hands the belt to an attendant who takes the prize to the commentator's table and takes off her armour, placing it neatly on the step to be collected later, along with the belt, after she wins. The Knight’s no longer armed and fortified but somehow looks more dangerous in her usual ring attire. A white halter top with matching boy-cut shorts, white boots and knee pads, and an elbow-length fingerless white glove on her right arm. All her gear has thin black lines that weave and intersect to resemble the plate armour she just discarded.
Taking up residence in the corner, Victoria grabs the top ropes and goes into a deep crouch for some last-minute stretching. As her music dies down, the big entrance euphoria dies along with it. A switch flips for the Orlando audience, and the air fills with a cacophony of noise, majority of the FAWNatics boo and jeer the Towering Teuton. The more feral fans want a champ that shows a little more skin or has a colourful demeanour, since coming to America it’s been said the audience dislikes Hackenschmidt’s ‘boring and prudish’ personality. At least, that’s how they describe it in the hate mail sent to the arena, the league's headquarters, her home, and on every social media platform.
Victoria scans the crowd and sees a few pockets of support, even a few signs bearing her name or image, “Well, seems like they’re slightly more positive today…” There’s a chant burbling through the miasma of boos from The Knight’s diehard fans, but Victoria can’t hear it clearly enough to understand what they’re saying. It sounds like it's a phrase, two parts maybe?
youtu.be/ARANSQ15Vrk?t=34
She’ll have to figure it out later. The house lights dim as an orchestra plays a haunting song that builds and quickens to a sound that evokes what you feel when you’re in a lucid nightmare. A thick layer of fog begins to roll down the ramp, itself illuminating for an otherworldly effect. The FAWNtron screen goes static and blinks out, pure black until a beat later a word appears to scratch onto the screen itself, spelling SAYA!
An ovation fills the stadium! Wrestling’s Grudge Girl hasn’t been seen in FAWN in over ten years, SAYA! has spent most of her career frightening opponents in Mexico and popular Indie outfits in Japan and Chile. The sadistic spectre emerges slowly from the curtains head bowed and face obscured by her long, silky raven hair. Arms down at her sides, SAYA! moves in deliberate, jerky movements, seemingly unaware of the throngs on either side. She’s come to battle in standard getup for the ghost, a simple uniform for a schoolgirl in Japan; a white short-sleeve, button-up shirt tucked into a grey pleated skirt with knee-high black socks and single strap shoes with a wrestling boot’s sole. The ensemble could be considered cute if not for the blotches of dirt and dried mud covering SAYA!’s clothes in random spots, and most concerningly a spattering of blood down the front of her shirt.
SAYA!
“From the bottom of a cursed well, born of unresolved hate and vengeance, this is SAYA!!”
Still in her corner, Victoria looks around at the happy masses mystified. With a raised eyebrow she questions incredulously, “They’re cheering this? Am I the wrong one?” Victoria’s a very learned competitor who knows much of pro wrestling’s history and stays up to date, but she’s still young and has no idea who SAYA! is and has no idea how much of a threat she could be.
The Grudge Girl in question crawls like a spider under the bottom rope and skitters to the opposite corner of Hackenschmidt, her fingers jerk and SAYA! Raises her head for the first time a part in her hair revealing one dark eye and her creepily pale, grease-painted face. She shoots up in a single movement, startling the referee and her opponent, Hackenschmidt has a good 6 inches and several pounds on SAYA!, but she still a bit unnerved by the silent woman.
Deciding an ocular patdown is the best way to search SAYA!, the zebra gives her a quick once over before motioning for the bell.
DING! DING!
Victoria lightly slaps herself on her cheeks, “Focus up, match time.” She strides out of the corner hands up and ready for whatever SAYA!’s opening gambit may be. She‘s near halfway across the Squared Circle when she notices the horror-themed grappler has not excited her corner, SAYA! Stands still except for a slight sway which could be accounted for by the air conditioning given how small her movements are, Victoria tries to urge forward, not wanting to win a match without working for it. She gestures with both hands, ”Come here! This is your chance!”
SAYA! Remains silent and unmoving, if Victoria had to guess, there's a good chance the ghost is asleep on her feet. Victoria tries to keep humble but this is a bit of an insult, The Knight is undefeated in FAWN and this is a championship match. This Halloween throwback is the best Bethany could find?
Victoria grumbles and reaches for SAYA! "Alright, enough of this. If you will not wrestle, you lay down so we can move this along."
PSSHHHFF!!!
"Aaaaie!!"
SAYA! bats The Knight’s hand away lifts her head and with her mouth sprays Victoria in the face with a Red Mist! The blinded IC champion staggers back looking like the first victim in a horror movie, rubbing at her burning eyes trying to get whatever evil concoction this red shit is off her face. SAYA! Grasps the top rope behind her, pulled herself up to stand on the second leaps off to plant her feet in Victoria’s chest with a dropkick. The tall blonde stumbles on her heels but manages to stay vertical with a luckily grab of the top cable, between wild swings of her arm to ward off any attacks, Hackenschmidt vigorously draws her free forearm across her eyes trying to clear her vision.
The giant's pitiful defences are unnecessary, SAYA! Never left her corner. As Hackenschmidt fights unseen ghosts, the Grudge Girl climbs the buckled of her corner and leaps off. As she flys toward Victoria SAYA! Pulls her knees to her chin and leaves shoe prints on the German's modest chest again with a Shotgun Dropkick!
Victoria's caught between an exhale and a grunt when her speed bumps get flattened by the aggressive apparition, the giant nearly topples over but stays on her feet with a prolonged back peddle that leads Victoria into a corner. The Knight's back jars against the buckled as she throws her arms over the top ropes to keep standing. Victoria blinks her burning eyes and at last, her sight begins to return a shape grows into Sharp focus as it nears.
THWACK!!
SAYA!'s sends Hackenschmidt's teeth into the tenth row with a running Yakuza Kick! The FAWNatics are going nuts in the stands watching this explosion of violence, newer wrestling fans are observing what older ones already know; SAYA! is an accomplished Joshi and a skilled Judoka. The latter the Grudge Girls shows off by tossing the much larger woman over her hip into a mat thrumming, spine-tingling fall with a textbook O-Goshi.
www.youtube.com/watch?v=-JGrAhavKpw
A harsh breath is forced from Victoria’s lips as SAYA!’s side collapses her tummy the moment she hits the canvas, SAYA! turns onto her front to lie across pulls in Victoria’s far leg for a cover. The official drops to his knees and slaps the mat: One! Two! Victoria shoves the ghost off her person with one hand, SAYA! is eternally inscrutable and if she's dismayed by being denied a quick win she doesn't show it. She sitters to Victoria's head and takes her in a front facelock as the German gets to her knees, SAYA! gives two kneelifts to the breadbasket and lifts Victoria to her feet. The Knight feels SAYA! tensing for what might be Suplex so Victoria cuts it off with a punch that lands on the ghost’s liver with a loud Pek! A normal woman would yell or even crumble but all Hackenscmidt gets is a shudder, Still, any sign is a good sign. Hackenschmidt swings her brawny arm back and digs her fist into SAYA!’s flank, the Japanese woman contorts around the blow and her hold around Victoria’s head turns from a tight seal to draping. Victoria pulls her head free and shoves SAYA! against the ropes, pushing a forearm under the ghost’s chin and mostly out of spite for the Red Mist, gives one more knuckle duster to SAYA!’s liver, and may have actually left knuckle imprints on the challenger’s flesh. The echoing sound of flesh on flesh makes the ref and the fans in the stands cringe.
An angry Victoria looks down into SAYA!’s raised face searching for any sort of human reaction and finds little aside from slight curling of the lips. The camera zooms in on the sight of a snarling, seemingly blood-covered Hackenaschmidt nose to nose with the frighteningly unreadable, undead face of SAYA!. This wrestling ring’s turned into a horror movie monster battle!
Dimly aware of the ref’s counting, Hackenschmidt turns SAYA!’s head with a forearm shiver before pulling her out of the ropes and sending the Grudge Girl away with an Irish Whip. SAYA!'s skirt flares around her hips as she runs causing many anime enthusiasts in the building to whip out their phones and press record. SAYA! Hits the ropes and recoils into a run en route to a charging Knight.
Victoria pivots and from a side grip picks up the Japanese ghoul around the waist for a Sidewalk Slam; SAYA! is parallel to the canvas and about to be smashed into dorayaki when the challenger calls upon the darkness for some supernatural agility. SAYA! flips up the axis of Victoria’s arm, takes the blonde in a headlock and swings her body down and around to SPIKE victoria’s head into the covered plywood with a Tilt-A-Whirl DDT!
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Gv4ICqzJzKA
Victoria’s cranium hits the ring floor with a thud! She prays to an unseen god, dead to the world with her head on the mat with her body supported by her knees. The reverberations of the ring send ripples through her body, the fans taking note of the ones jiggling her oft underrated ass. SAYA! lays beside the possibly concussed champ for a few moments, as dead as her aesthic would imply. Hoisted by some unseen meat hook, SAYA!’s belly lurches up and she on her hands and feet while contorted into a spine-breaking U, startling many people in the audience and causing a frightened “OOHH!” To ripple through the crowd.
www.youtube.com/watch?v=aUYTmm1ZJng
The spontaneous afterlife yoga knocks Victoria off her knees and onto her back; SAYA! Skitters creepily to be adjacent to the sleeping giant and effortlessly lifts her legs into a perfect handstand to impressed applause, and camera flashes as her skirt drops and unveils some surprisingly lacey, black underwear. SAYA! drops like a felled tree, Splashing across Victoria’s tummy and starring into the camera with a neutrally dead face, not bothering to hook a leg or any other insurance for the pinfall.
ONE!
TWO!!
Victoria piefaces SAYA! off of her and sits her face twitching in quiet rage. No more of this. The Knight stomps to her feet as SAYA! spidercrawls to the nearest corner and rises to her feet slower than the woman she’s been dominating. The loyal fans of the IC champion see her expression and restart the chant from earlier, its much easier to hear now but the blood’s pumping too loud in Hackenshmidt’s head to make sense of it. The red on her face isn’t just the Mist, it's a fit of deep, poisonous anger.
Victoria stands with perfect posture, looking straight ahead and away from SAYA!. The ghost tilts her head slightly to the side, the most human expression she’s done… in her whole life maybe? Curious about this new tactic The Valiant One’s adopting. SAYA! sprints forward lifting a shoe that's ready to leave an imprint on Victoria’s cheek; like liquid, Victoria dips down, dodging the Running Boot and scooping the ghost across her shoulders. Popping her hips, Victoria throws SAYA! into the air and whirls in a tight circle, blasting the challenger in the face with a jaw-breaking right hand!
THE IRON HAND
youtu.be/oMvXgKKLZCY?t=603
For the first time tonight SAYA! looks human. She writhes slowly on the canvas, listlessly turning her head with a hint of red dribbling from her lips, that definitely not the Mist, that’s blood. In her right mind, Victoria might show some mercy by going for a pin now so medical can check her opponent out. That’s not going to happen. Victoria heartlessly picks up SAYA! And stretches the Grudge girl across her back with a Gory Special. Most women would be screaming their heads or at least some low moaning, but SAYA! remains silent, oddly dignified despite the insurmountable odds and her outlandish look. Hackenschmidt angles SAYA!’s upperbody onto one shoulder and takes her around the neck. She growls in German, “-Stay dead this time-” throws themselves back with SAYA!’s face bearing their combined bodyweight when it hits the canvas.
FAFNIR’S FANG
youtu.be/PIlFRavoPzk?t=173
As SAYA! unspools onto her back, Victoria quickly but unemotionally throws a leg across her chest as collects the ghost’s stems under a single arm for a match ending cover.
ONE!
TWO!!
THREE!!!
"Your winner, and STILL Intercontinental Champion… Victoria Hackenschmidt!!"
And another one bites the dust. SAYA!'s mixture of martial arts skills and otherworldly creepiness couldn't stand up under The Valiant One's overwhelming power. Victoria carelessly throws the now defeated challenger’s leg away and stands up to collect her title. She refuses the ceremonial hand raising, preferring to grab her gold and go, Victoria’s in the post berserker rage state; self-loathing and depression. The Knight is Victorious but at what cost? As she trudges up the ramp, the chant from her fans has won over most of the arena and she can hear it clearly.
BLOOD!! KNIGHT!!
BLOOD!! KNIGHT!!
BLOOD!! KNIGHT!!
BLOOD!! KNIGHT!!