Post by hawkeye on Jun 7, 2022 1:17:49 GMT
As the crowd begin to leave their seats, thinking that tonight's event is over, an ominous music reverberates through the arena.
YOUR GOD IS DEAD
www.youtube.com/watch?v=FT8nG9hv168&ab_channel=TrailerMusicWorldI
To the delightful surprise of the crowd, the CEO of DaynaCorp steps through the curtains, flanked by her associates from Leggs Inc. Clad in jewel-decorated turtleneck one piece with a belly cutout, complete with gold knee paddings and white boots, The Israeli Powerhouse indicates to the crowd that the night is far from over. Dayna marches confidently while her associates trail behind, until the ring where Valerie and Mariel quickly hop onto the apron before Dayna. The purpose is clear when Valerie and Mariel widen the ropes while Dayna takes her time to ascend the ring steps and step between the ropes. Without stopping, the champion walks towards the announcer and takes the mic from him.
DAYNA ERZA
VALEERIE STIPANOVIC
MARIEL MCGINTY
"No event would be complete without the FAWN World Champion dueling," Erza informs the crowd, who begin returning to their seats.
"It seems the organization has run out of worthy challengers for this gold and for me. The value of this gold is only as good as the people who want it, demand it, fight for it."
"So." Dayna strips the title off her waist and lays it on the ring. "If any girls back there think they’re worthy of this. Face me!"
Dayna tosses her mic aside and paces around the ring, the fans certainly loving it by the measure of the cheers.
With having made her latest open challenge, the dominant Executrix running rampant as FAWN’s World Champion, the nervous excitement grows as the arena falls into darkness. Neon spotlights swirl through the bowl and the electronic beats of the Demon Dance rumble through the bowl.
Most of the FAWNatics buzz in confusion as to whose arrival the music portends, but those few with knowledge of a certain West Coast indy from which Colleen O’Neal returned, are aware it signals the imminent appearance of Golden State Wrestling’s infamous Neon Demon.
Demon Dance ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=OvUJsu5w8IU )
The hypnotizing pounding continues for a dozen seconds or more when an icy blonde emerges from behind the curtains with a white-hot spot on her. She ignores the crowd’s puzzlement, striding to the ring in business-like fashion.
Foster, though long and lean at 5’9” and 123 pounds, casts an oversized shadow with her unorthodox bearing. Living up to the Neon in her sobriquet, streaks of neon pink, green and orange course through her otherwise platinum mane. Her face is speckled with jewel-like multi-colored freckles placed on cheek, temple and forehead. Only her red and black latex two piece seem to conjure the demon-side of the equation, at least until she uses actions much more powerful than words.
DRUSILLA FOSTER
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The blonde moves up the steps without delay, slipping through the ropes and claiming the space within inches of Erza.
Nick Castle comes between to prevent a pre-match fracas, shifting a snarling Dayna back a few steps.
Dru looks heavenward and spits neon pink mist high into the air above her, the curious cloud leaving minute speckles on the canvas and the blonde when it returns to earth, the arena’s illumination returning with the mist.
Drusilla returns her emotionless gaze to Dayna, straightens her rubberized miniskirt, letting her fingers trail down pale white gams toward black pads and boots below, then slowly backpedals to her corner.
The curiosity points at Erza’s gold then motions to her waist, silently confirming for what she’s come and ready to end the Hammer’s impressive run to do it.
It doesn’t take the ivory-skinned interloper long to stride forward after the bell. Dru gives up a little size to the CEO of DaynaCorp, but when they come together in a collar-and-elbow, she uses what she’s got well and there’s a stalemate.
With blonde and brunette bringing their strength to bear equally, the ladies of Leggs, Inc. seem taken aback, particularly when Foster nudges the Israeli back a step or two. But Dayna steadies, stopping Dru’s progress almost as quickly as it starts.
Now, it’s Dayna walking the blonde into a backpedal. It seems evident the World Champion will press Foster’s back against the corner but just before, Drusilla pivots and twists so Erza is cornered instead, the blonde tossing her in.
Castle immediately calls for the break and Dru raises her hands high, stepping back a step as if to disconnect cleanly before surging forward and removing the taste from Dayna’s mouth with a wicked slap that brings a startled ‘ooooh’ from the Orlando crowd.
As the face of the Executrix swings back from the attack and the brunette goes nose to nose with the trespasser, her cheek rosy, Erza batters the Golden State grappler with a series of forearms to the jaw. The Neon Demon is staggered. She gets her defenses up and blocks some of the blows, but the blonde is battered all the way to the opposite buckles before Nick calls for another break.
A wobbly Foster demands the champ give her room and the CEO does, for a second, before returning with her own open palm for payback.
But Foster blocks the swing and sends a toe kick DEEP into Dayna’s midriff, doubling over the titleholder at the waist. Drusilla tugs Erza into a front facelock, swinging a limp arm of the brunette behind her neck, then suplexes Dayna up and over in surprisingly easy fashion. The proximity to the corner causes Dayna’s spine to THUMP against the buckles and she slides down, landing on her head and shoulders.
Working quickly against the momentarily flummoxed champ, Drusilla calmly lifts Dayna’s legs at the ankles and works Erza into a Tree of Woe. Overturned, her legs folded around the upper and middle ropes, Dayna’s caught in a trap sprung by the gatecrasher from LA.
The Demon, without a hint of passion, stomps away at Dayna’s abdomen, BASHING her boot sole time and time again until Dayna’s a groaning wreck, desperate to free herself.
Castle tries to step in but the blonde hip-checks him, then jogs to the opposite corner, staring coolly at Mariel and Valerie as she seeks to dethrone their superior. Reaching the far buckles, she spins and races at the trapped Erza, leaping into a raised knee, THUMPING the bony cap into Dayna’s crotch.
The FAWNatics moan in sympathy from the vile attack, many ‘feeling’ it themselves Dayna tumbles to a fetal ball when she’s finally released by the Demon.
Drusilla doesn’t waste time with Dayna down. She snatches a wrist and tugs the champ to her feet. A pigeon-toed Erza isn’t in condition for much of a defense with her kitty throbbing. She can manage little but fruitless squirming when Dru scoops her foe off the deck like a babe in her arms, then stuffs Dayna’s lengthy frame, face-up across the middle ropes of the corner.
With Erza wedged, placed as if on an altar to the Neon Demon, Foster grabs the top cables and springs into the air. Reaching her high point, the blonde tucks into a ball and brings her knees plummeting into the CEO’s gut and bosom as she drops in a makeshift meteora.
Erza crashes to earth, looking as vulnerable as anytime during her title reign. Seeing Stipanovic hovering outside, Dayna reaches for her employee and Val responds in kind. They link hands under the bottom rope and Stems pulls her boss out of trouble. Slipping under a shoulder of her boss, she leads the Executrix away from the fray for some rebranding.
Dru harbors a hint of irritation at the exit but is quickly on her horse, racing to the cables farthest from the towering brunettes. She hits the rubber-coated steel, rebounds at full speed, then flies between the near strands, NAILING Valerie and Dayna with a suicide dive that sends both woman flying into the steel barricade dividing combatants from FAWNatics.
Drusilla lands on her feet as Val and Dayna end pooled on the floor, Foster ready to bring a clenched fist to either party. But a wary Mariel defends her downed partner, so Dru scrapes the rattled World Champ from the thinly-padded cement and aims her foe down the length of the ring, the steel steps in her sights.
"UGHH!!!" The Champion grunts as she collides shoulder first into the steel steps, rattling the steps out of place. Hissing in pain, the champion manages to get onto one posted knee until the invader comes by to 'help' her back up and tosses her back into the ring. Looking for a quick win, the challenger throws herself across Dayna in a crossbody for the...
ONE!
TWO!
NOO!!
Dayna kicks out at the count of two even as her face is still wrinkling in agony. In denial, Foster shoves Erza's shoulders back down covering for the...
ONE!
NOO!!
The champion kicks out forcefully once more, making it clear to Drusilla that the FAWN's champion is not going down that easily. Message received, Drusilla yanks the champion back to her feet, bullying her into the corner before forcefully whipping her into the opposite corner!
THUD! Dayna winces as her back hits the corner and staggers a few steps forward. The Demon closes the distance between them and tries to kick Dayna in the face but misses when ERza pulls herself out of the way! The Neon Demon spins around quickly to guard herself but is a step late in covering her opening as Dayna clocks her with a dizzying punch!
Drusilla backpedals woozily into the corner and The Israeli Powerhouse hits back at the invader with a couple of knee lifts into the gut. Foster doubles over, retching as she clutches her stomach in pain. The Executrix pie-faces her back up and takes a couple of steps back before focusing her bodyweight into her elbow and slams it into her slender opponent! The Demon slumps to a seat in the corner, looking like she’s bitten off more than she can chew!
The crowd rallies for their champion against the invader as she stomps a mudhole into Drusilla's chest before pressing her foot into her opponent's throat!
The ref counts "1...2...3...4..." and Dayna breaks away in her hands in the air. While the FAWNatics would usually boo at such heelish antics, Dayna gets a free pass for tonight given that she's defending the reputation of FAWN.
"I'm going to show you why you have made a terrible mistake, Miss Foster." Dayna sternly reminds the challenger.
Erza shouts at Foster to get to her feet, but the best Drusilla can do is only a baby crawl. Dayna deadlifts the challenger to her feet and hauls Dru onto the shoulders. Displaying her strength to the FAWNatics in attendance, The Corporate Punisher makes a tour around the ring as she attempts to deliver a powerslam.
BUT in the last moments, Drusilla struggles and squirms to Dayna's disliking and successfully slips out of the hold!
With the ref between Dayna and the corner, Drusilla forcefully shoves The CEO of DaynaCorp forward, sandwiching the ref between the destroyer-class wrestler and the buckles!
The ref falls to the canvas, dazed, as Dayna turns and gets a kick between her legs!
"URGHH!!!!"
The champion's knees buckle and she comes crumbling down.
Presented with a chance to catch a breather, the challenger staggers into a corner and draws in deep breaths. Dru looks spent but pushes out, huffing and puffing as she stalks the compromised Erza, the grimacing champion struggling to her feet.
As Dayna reaches vertical, Dru slips an arm between the long, lithe legs of the champion.
Showing she’s got strength to burn, Foster plucks Erza off the canvas and onto her right shoulder. With the champ in prime slamming position, the interloper follows through, THUMPING the Executrix back to earth with a simple but precise body slam.
The brunette arches in pain from her spine’s impact with the canvas and Drusilla takes the chance to pound Dayna’s chest with a soccer-style kick when Erza ends in a seated position.
With the title holder returned to horizontal, the blonde takes off for the ropes, rebounds and takes flight over the splayed Israeli. Landing with legs extended, Foster places a big leg drop, one lower limb across the rack of the champ, the other across her throat.
After spasming from the immediate impact, Dayna falls still, Drusilla’s legs remaining draped across the champ’s frame for the…
ONE…
TWO…
Erza shoves the limbs off as she flinches to a shoulder.
Dru turns her head to Castle who holds two fingers aloft. There’s no complaint from the challenger. Instead, she returns her attention to the task at hand, taking FAWN gold in her first match in the organization.
Pulling Dayna to her feet, she sends the CEO racing to the ropes and sets up center stage for her return. When Erza makes the u-turn and sprints back from whence she came, Drusilla’s ready, lifting a knee and GUTTING the Israeli powerhouse with the bony cap, Dayna front flipping through the gut-churning connection.
With her foe ending seated, arms wrapped around her aching abs, Foster runs to the ropes in front of her counterpart, rebounds and shoots a boot toward Dayna’s chin. Thankfully, for those with stock in DaynaCorp, she drops flat and avoids the connection.
Popping to her feet, she turns to find Dru. Upset over the swing and miss, Foster is at the ready with another brutal boot, NAILING the Executrix in the chin with a super kick that staggers but does not floor the brunette. Erza backpedals to the ropes behind her, throwing an arm over the top cable in either direction.
Drusilla takes advantage of the positioning, rushing the champ and CLOCKING her with a clothesline that sends Dayna tumbling over the top, backflipping to the apron before tumbling to the floor, her leggy workforce conspicuously on the opposite side of the ring.
With no immediate Amazonian back-up, Foster follows the champ, slipping through the ropes but remaining on the apron, moving to a corner post. Dru waits for her prey to rise then leaps from her elevated position with fingers laced in a double axhandle she brings down on the forehead of the Executrix. The impact delivers Erza to the arena floor as if shot, the Demon emotionless as she hovers over FAWN’s number one.
Considering her options but knowing she has to get Erza back in the ring to win, Foster decides there’s no time for further fun on the outside. She sinks her nails into Dayna’s scalp and tugs the faltering champ to her feet, but only in time for a sprinting Valerie to spear the holy hell out of the intruder, PLANTING Drusilla to the deck. The Angeleno looks down on the splayed Foster.
“I rep LA a LOT better than you,” Stems informs. “And for your information, you don’t treat FAWN’s Executrix with disrespect unless you’ve got a death wish.”
From behind, Val feels a hand on her shoulder. She spins with fist raised out of reflex and sees her superior.
“Thanks. But I got this,” Dayna assures.
Erza rolls into the ring then out to start a new count, the champ not wanting to win on the count-out and with more work to do beyond the squared circle.
As Stipanovic makes herself scarce, Castle apparently not feeling comfortable with DQing the champ for her associate’s activity since Foster took the match outside, Dayna ‘helps’ Drusilla to her feet.
Keeping the blonde stooped, she inserts Foster’s head between her long sinewy stems, then wraps her arms around the gulping alabaster tummy of the Neon Demon. Dayna VAULTS Dru through a forward flip that places Foster on her shoulders. Still in somewhat of a daze, the Demon has enough of her faculties to know her position is dire, waving her hands wildly for leniency.
She finds none as a fuming Dayna carries the flailing Foster to the Swedish announcer’s table AND POWERBOMBS HER THROUGH!
Powerbomb ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=c9dSt0geulc&t=2s ) :14
The crowd pops back to the last row, going crazy for the destruction wrought by their World Champion. The CEO gazes down on the wreckage of the desk and the destroyer-class blonde amongst the kindling.
“Don’t have anyone in the minors that can do that I’m guessing,” the Executrix shouts into the face of the semi-conscious Demon.
Hearing the count grow higher behind her, Dayna directs Mariel to pluck the fellow blonde out of the rubble and throw her back in the ring. McGinty’s face turns sour and Val takes the task instead when Dayna interrupts.
“No. It’s her turn to help the corporation,” Erza insists.
Valerie retreats a step or two and motions her partner to complete the job, Stipanovic silently mouthing ‘please’ out of sight of the Executrix.
McGinty moves to the softly stirring Demon, pulls her up, and guides her carefully to the ring’s edge where she stuffs Foster back in without incident or further injury to the Demon.
“Happy?” Mariel asks.
“We’ll talk later,” the CEO informs.
Erza rolls back in and gathers her challenger, pulling Dru to her feet and leaning her in a corner.
“You might be a big fish in that small West Coast pond, but I’m a Great White in the fucking ocean.”
Dayna paintbrushes Dru with a bytch slap that awakens Foster from a fraction of her stupor.
“Time to send you back to Cali, loser.”
Erza reaches for the blonde’s noggin with both hands, but Foster’s digits flash first, each set of nails raking across a dark eye of her adversary, Dayna shrieking as she’s blinded by the Demon.
The Israeli Powerhouse staggers off with a hand in search of the ropes or the corner, blinking furiously as she leans over the top buckle. Huffing and puffing, Dru struggles to her feet and makes a sprint towards the champion, kneeing her in the back!
"UGHHH!!!" Dayna grunts and turns around to face her adversary.
Dru staggers backward and lunges in for a big boot, as does Dayna!
Erza's floors the challenger but Daynaa remains standing, albeit with the help of the corner.
The Executrix shakes her head clear while Foster begins to stir. The cheating ways of the challenger certainly creating trouble for the champion.
Dayna walks over to the grounded challenger and sends in a few stomps, before pulling The Demon up by her noggin' with both hands. In one quick motion, Dayna whirlwinds the challenger onto the shoulders and sprints towards the opposite corner, throwing her opponent face-first into the turnbuckle!
Dayna makes her way to the far ropes as Dru stumbles to the center of the ring.
Moving like a bullet train, the champion hits Foster with a devastating big boot that turns the blonde inside out!
Snake eyes and Big Boot (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HQo6UV8Q9cQ&ab_channel=sgtgencol)
Dayna can seemingly pin the challenger right there but elects to give the fans what they wish to see. The champion makes her way to the corner in Drusilla’s six, then stalks the challenger while Foster clambers to her feet. Even on her feet, Dru spins about unsteadily until her eyes meet The Corporate Punisher who proceeds to spear the life out of her!
Spear (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3KujCQxGPBE&ab_channel=G-StarArif)
The fans pop as the invader gets flattened to the ground, ending in a starfish, Dayna relishing in the cheers.
The champion signals to the crowd for the finish and pulls the deadweight to her feet. The Executrix lays the challenger across her shoulders, hands firmly securing Foster's thigh and chin.
The CEO parades around the ring with the challenger on her shoulders before dropping to her left hip, TWHUNKING the challenger's head into the canvas!
ERZA HAMMER (www.youtube.com/watch?v=3ptIAUiADeE)
Dayna peers over the shoulder with a smile before rising to her feet, placing a boot on Dru's bosom for the...
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
"Ladies and gentlemen, your winner via pin-fall...AND STILL FAWN WORLD CHAMPION...DAYNA ERZA!"
The crowd cheers with enthusiasm and, for the first time, the FAWNatics are fully behind The Israeli Powerhouse. Valerie slides into the ring, presenting her superior with the belt and raises her arm.
"That's right! That's our boss!" Valerie yells.
A disgruntled Mariel takes her time to enter the ring and unenthusiastically raises Dayna's opposite arm with an indifferent look on her face.
"We will have a word later." Dayna informs.
"Whatever boss." Mariel drops Erza's arm and leaves the ring as the camera focuses on Dayna's displeased face.
YOUR GOD IS DEAD
www.youtube.com/watch?v=FT8nG9hv168&ab_channel=TrailerMusicWorldI
To the delightful surprise of the crowd, the CEO of DaynaCorp steps through the curtains, flanked by her associates from Leggs Inc. Clad in jewel-decorated turtleneck one piece with a belly cutout, complete with gold knee paddings and white boots, The Israeli Powerhouse indicates to the crowd that the night is far from over. Dayna marches confidently while her associates trail behind, until the ring where Valerie and Mariel quickly hop onto the apron before Dayna. The purpose is clear when Valerie and Mariel widen the ropes while Dayna takes her time to ascend the ring steps and step between the ropes. Without stopping, the champion walks towards the announcer and takes the mic from him.
DAYNA ERZA
VALEERIE STIPANOVIC
MARIEL MCGINTY
"No event would be complete without the FAWN World Champion dueling," Erza informs the crowd, who begin returning to their seats.
"It seems the organization has run out of worthy challengers for this gold and for me. The value of this gold is only as good as the people who want it, demand it, fight for it."
"So." Dayna strips the title off her waist and lays it on the ring. "If any girls back there think they’re worthy of this. Face me!"
Dayna tosses her mic aside and paces around the ring, the fans certainly loving it by the measure of the cheers.
With having made her latest open challenge, the dominant Executrix running rampant as FAWN’s World Champion, the nervous excitement grows as the arena falls into darkness. Neon spotlights swirl through the bowl and the electronic beats of the Demon Dance rumble through the bowl.
Most of the FAWNatics buzz in confusion as to whose arrival the music portends, but those few with knowledge of a certain West Coast indy from which Colleen O’Neal returned, are aware it signals the imminent appearance of Golden State Wrestling’s infamous Neon Demon.
Demon Dance ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=OvUJsu5w8IU )
The hypnotizing pounding continues for a dozen seconds or more when an icy blonde emerges from behind the curtains with a white-hot spot on her. She ignores the crowd’s puzzlement, striding to the ring in business-like fashion.
Foster, though long and lean at 5’9” and 123 pounds, casts an oversized shadow with her unorthodox bearing. Living up to the Neon in her sobriquet, streaks of neon pink, green and orange course through her otherwise platinum mane. Her face is speckled with jewel-like multi-colored freckles placed on cheek, temple and forehead. Only her red and black latex two piece seem to conjure the demon-side of the equation, at least until she uses actions much more powerful than words.
DRUSILLA FOSTER
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The blonde moves up the steps without delay, slipping through the ropes and claiming the space within inches of Erza.
Nick Castle comes between to prevent a pre-match fracas, shifting a snarling Dayna back a few steps.
Dru looks heavenward and spits neon pink mist high into the air above her, the curious cloud leaving minute speckles on the canvas and the blonde when it returns to earth, the arena’s illumination returning with the mist.
Drusilla returns her emotionless gaze to Dayna, straightens her rubberized miniskirt, letting her fingers trail down pale white gams toward black pads and boots below, then slowly backpedals to her corner.
The curiosity points at Erza’s gold then motions to her waist, silently confirming for what she’s come and ready to end the Hammer’s impressive run to do it.
It doesn’t take the ivory-skinned interloper long to stride forward after the bell. Dru gives up a little size to the CEO of DaynaCorp, but when they come together in a collar-and-elbow, she uses what she’s got well and there’s a stalemate.
With blonde and brunette bringing their strength to bear equally, the ladies of Leggs, Inc. seem taken aback, particularly when Foster nudges the Israeli back a step or two. But Dayna steadies, stopping Dru’s progress almost as quickly as it starts.
Now, it’s Dayna walking the blonde into a backpedal. It seems evident the World Champion will press Foster’s back against the corner but just before, Drusilla pivots and twists so Erza is cornered instead, the blonde tossing her in.
Castle immediately calls for the break and Dru raises her hands high, stepping back a step as if to disconnect cleanly before surging forward and removing the taste from Dayna’s mouth with a wicked slap that brings a startled ‘ooooh’ from the Orlando crowd.
As the face of the Executrix swings back from the attack and the brunette goes nose to nose with the trespasser, her cheek rosy, Erza batters the Golden State grappler with a series of forearms to the jaw. The Neon Demon is staggered. She gets her defenses up and blocks some of the blows, but the blonde is battered all the way to the opposite buckles before Nick calls for another break.
A wobbly Foster demands the champ give her room and the CEO does, for a second, before returning with her own open palm for payback.
But Foster blocks the swing and sends a toe kick DEEP into Dayna’s midriff, doubling over the titleholder at the waist. Drusilla tugs Erza into a front facelock, swinging a limp arm of the brunette behind her neck, then suplexes Dayna up and over in surprisingly easy fashion. The proximity to the corner causes Dayna’s spine to THUMP against the buckles and she slides down, landing on her head and shoulders.
Working quickly against the momentarily flummoxed champ, Drusilla calmly lifts Dayna’s legs at the ankles and works Erza into a Tree of Woe. Overturned, her legs folded around the upper and middle ropes, Dayna’s caught in a trap sprung by the gatecrasher from LA.
The Demon, without a hint of passion, stomps away at Dayna’s abdomen, BASHING her boot sole time and time again until Dayna’s a groaning wreck, desperate to free herself.
Castle tries to step in but the blonde hip-checks him, then jogs to the opposite corner, staring coolly at Mariel and Valerie as she seeks to dethrone their superior. Reaching the far buckles, she spins and races at the trapped Erza, leaping into a raised knee, THUMPING the bony cap into Dayna’s crotch.
The FAWNatics moan in sympathy from the vile attack, many ‘feeling’ it themselves Dayna tumbles to a fetal ball when she’s finally released by the Demon.
Drusilla doesn’t waste time with Dayna down. She snatches a wrist and tugs the champ to her feet. A pigeon-toed Erza isn’t in condition for much of a defense with her kitty throbbing. She can manage little but fruitless squirming when Dru scoops her foe off the deck like a babe in her arms, then stuffs Dayna’s lengthy frame, face-up across the middle ropes of the corner.
With Erza wedged, placed as if on an altar to the Neon Demon, Foster grabs the top cables and springs into the air. Reaching her high point, the blonde tucks into a ball and brings her knees plummeting into the CEO’s gut and bosom as she drops in a makeshift meteora.
Erza crashes to earth, looking as vulnerable as anytime during her title reign. Seeing Stipanovic hovering outside, Dayna reaches for her employee and Val responds in kind. They link hands under the bottom rope and Stems pulls her boss out of trouble. Slipping under a shoulder of her boss, she leads the Executrix away from the fray for some rebranding.
Dru harbors a hint of irritation at the exit but is quickly on her horse, racing to the cables farthest from the towering brunettes. She hits the rubber-coated steel, rebounds at full speed, then flies between the near strands, NAILING Valerie and Dayna with a suicide dive that sends both woman flying into the steel barricade dividing combatants from FAWNatics.
Drusilla lands on her feet as Val and Dayna end pooled on the floor, Foster ready to bring a clenched fist to either party. But a wary Mariel defends her downed partner, so Dru scrapes the rattled World Champ from the thinly-padded cement and aims her foe down the length of the ring, the steel steps in her sights.
"UGHH!!!" The Champion grunts as she collides shoulder first into the steel steps, rattling the steps out of place. Hissing in pain, the champion manages to get onto one posted knee until the invader comes by to 'help' her back up and tosses her back into the ring. Looking for a quick win, the challenger throws herself across Dayna in a crossbody for the...
ONE!
TWO!
NOO!!
Dayna kicks out at the count of two even as her face is still wrinkling in agony. In denial, Foster shoves Erza's shoulders back down covering for the...
ONE!
NOO!!
The champion kicks out forcefully once more, making it clear to Drusilla that the FAWN's champion is not going down that easily. Message received, Drusilla yanks the champion back to her feet, bullying her into the corner before forcefully whipping her into the opposite corner!
THUD! Dayna winces as her back hits the corner and staggers a few steps forward. The Demon closes the distance between them and tries to kick Dayna in the face but misses when ERza pulls herself out of the way! The Neon Demon spins around quickly to guard herself but is a step late in covering her opening as Dayna clocks her with a dizzying punch!
Drusilla backpedals woozily into the corner and The Israeli Powerhouse hits back at the invader with a couple of knee lifts into the gut. Foster doubles over, retching as she clutches her stomach in pain. The Executrix pie-faces her back up and takes a couple of steps back before focusing her bodyweight into her elbow and slams it into her slender opponent! The Demon slumps to a seat in the corner, looking like she’s bitten off more than she can chew!
The crowd rallies for their champion against the invader as she stomps a mudhole into Drusilla's chest before pressing her foot into her opponent's throat!
The ref counts "1...2...3...4..." and Dayna breaks away in her hands in the air. While the FAWNatics would usually boo at such heelish antics, Dayna gets a free pass for tonight given that she's defending the reputation of FAWN.
"I'm going to show you why you have made a terrible mistake, Miss Foster." Dayna sternly reminds the challenger.
Erza shouts at Foster to get to her feet, but the best Drusilla can do is only a baby crawl. Dayna deadlifts the challenger to her feet and hauls Dru onto the shoulders. Displaying her strength to the FAWNatics in attendance, The Corporate Punisher makes a tour around the ring as she attempts to deliver a powerslam.
BUT in the last moments, Drusilla struggles and squirms to Dayna's disliking and successfully slips out of the hold!
With the ref between Dayna and the corner, Drusilla forcefully shoves The CEO of DaynaCorp forward, sandwiching the ref between the destroyer-class wrestler and the buckles!
The ref falls to the canvas, dazed, as Dayna turns and gets a kick between her legs!
"URGHH!!!!"
The champion's knees buckle and she comes crumbling down.
Presented with a chance to catch a breather, the challenger staggers into a corner and draws in deep breaths. Dru looks spent but pushes out, huffing and puffing as she stalks the compromised Erza, the grimacing champion struggling to her feet.
As Dayna reaches vertical, Dru slips an arm between the long, lithe legs of the champion.
Showing she’s got strength to burn, Foster plucks Erza off the canvas and onto her right shoulder. With the champ in prime slamming position, the interloper follows through, THUMPING the Executrix back to earth with a simple but precise body slam.
The brunette arches in pain from her spine’s impact with the canvas and Drusilla takes the chance to pound Dayna’s chest with a soccer-style kick when Erza ends in a seated position.
With the title holder returned to horizontal, the blonde takes off for the ropes, rebounds and takes flight over the splayed Israeli. Landing with legs extended, Foster places a big leg drop, one lower limb across the rack of the champ, the other across her throat.
After spasming from the immediate impact, Dayna falls still, Drusilla’s legs remaining draped across the champ’s frame for the…
ONE…
TWO…
Erza shoves the limbs off as she flinches to a shoulder.
Dru turns her head to Castle who holds two fingers aloft. There’s no complaint from the challenger. Instead, she returns her attention to the task at hand, taking FAWN gold in her first match in the organization.
Pulling Dayna to her feet, she sends the CEO racing to the ropes and sets up center stage for her return. When Erza makes the u-turn and sprints back from whence she came, Drusilla’s ready, lifting a knee and GUTTING the Israeli powerhouse with the bony cap, Dayna front flipping through the gut-churning connection.
With her foe ending seated, arms wrapped around her aching abs, Foster runs to the ropes in front of her counterpart, rebounds and shoots a boot toward Dayna’s chin. Thankfully, for those with stock in DaynaCorp, she drops flat and avoids the connection.
Popping to her feet, she turns to find Dru. Upset over the swing and miss, Foster is at the ready with another brutal boot, NAILING the Executrix in the chin with a super kick that staggers but does not floor the brunette. Erza backpedals to the ropes behind her, throwing an arm over the top cable in either direction.
Drusilla takes advantage of the positioning, rushing the champ and CLOCKING her with a clothesline that sends Dayna tumbling over the top, backflipping to the apron before tumbling to the floor, her leggy workforce conspicuously on the opposite side of the ring.
With no immediate Amazonian back-up, Foster follows the champ, slipping through the ropes but remaining on the apron, moving to a corner post. Dru waits for her prey to rise then leaps from her elevated position with fingers laced in a double axhandle she brings down on the forehead of the Executrix. The impact delivers Erza to the arena floor as if shot, the Demon emotionless as she hovers over FAWN’s number one.
Considering her options but knowing she has to get Erza back in the ring to win, Foster decides there’s no time for further fun on the outside. She sinks her nails into Dayna’s scalp and tugs the faltering champ to her feet, but only in time for a sprinting Valerie to spear the holy hell out of the intruder, PLANTING Drusilla to the deck. The Angeleno looks down on the splayed Foster.
“I rep LA a LOT better than you,” Stems informs. “And for your information, you don’t treat FAWN’s Executrix with disrespect unless you’ve got a death wish.”
From behind, Val feels a hand on her shoulder. She spins with fist raised out of reflex and sees her superior.
“Thanks. But I got this,” Dayna assures.
Erza rolls into the ring then out to start a new count, the champ not wanting to win on the count-out and with more work to do beyond the squared circle.
As Stipanovic makes herself scarce, Castle apparently not feeling comfortable with DQing the champ for her associate’s activity since Foster took the match outside, Dayna ‘helps’ Drusilla to her feet.
Keeping the blonde stooped, she inserts Foster’s head between her long sinewy stems, then wraps her arms around the gulping alabaster tummy of the Neon Demon. Dayna VAULTS Dru through a forward flip that places Foster on her shoulders. Still in somewhat of a daze, the Demon has enough of her faculties to know her position is dire, waving her hands wildly for leniency.
She finds none as a fuming Dayna carries the flailing Foster to the Swedish announcer’s table AND POWERBOMBS HER THROUGH!
Powerbomb ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=c9dSt0geulc&t=2s ) :14
The crowd pops back to the last row, going crazy for the destruction wrought by their World Champion. The CEO gazes down on the wreckage of the desk and the destroyer-class blonde amongst the kindling.
“Don’t have anyone in the minors that can do that I’m guessing,” the Executrix shouts into the face of the semi-conscious Demon.
Hearing the count grow higher behind her, Dayna directs Mariel to pluck the fellow blonde out of the rubble and throw her back in the ring. McGinty’s face turns sour and Val takes the task instead when Dayna interrupts.
“No. It’s her turn to help the corporation,” Erza insists.
Valerie retreats a step or two and motions her partner to complete the job, Stipanovic silently mouthing ‘please’ out of sight of the Executrix.
McGinty moves to the softly stirring Demon, pulls her up, and guides her carefully to the ring’s edge where she stuffs Foster back in without incident or further injury to the Demon.
“Happy?” Mariel asks.
“We’ll talk later,” the CEO informs.
Erza rolls back in and gathers her challenger, pulling Dru to her feet and leaning her in a corner.
“You might be a big fish in that small West Coast pond, but I’m a Great White in the fucking ocean.”
Dayna paintbrushes Dru with a bytch slap that awakens Foster from a fraction of her stupor.
“Time to send you back to Cali, loser.”
Erza reaches for the blonde’s noggin with both hands, but Foster’s digits flash first, each set of nails raking across a dark eye of her adversary, Dayna shrieking as she’s blinded by the Demon.
The Israeli Powerhouse staggers off with a hand in search of the ropes or the corner, blinking furiously as she leans over the top buckle. Huffing and puffing, Dru struggles to her feet and makes a sprint towards the champion, kneeing her in the back!
"UGHHH!!!" Dayna grunts and turns around to face her adversary.
Dru staggers backward and lunges in for a big boot, as does Dayna!
Erza's floors the challenger but Daynaa remains standing, albeit with the help of the corner.
The Executrix shakes her head clear while Foster begins to stir. The cheating ways of the challenger certainly creating trouble for the champion.
Dayna walks over to the grounded challenger and sends in a few stomps, before pulling The Demon up by her noggin' with both hands. In one quick motion, Dayna whirlwinds the challenger onto the shoulders and sprints towards the opposite corner, throwing her opponent face-first into the turnbuckle!
Dayna makes her way to the far ropes as Dru stumbles to the center of the ring.
Moving like a bullet train, the champion hits Foster with a devastating big boot that turns the blonde inside out!
Snake eyes and Big Boot (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HQo6UV8Q9cQ&ab_channel=sgtgencol)
Dayna can seemingly pin the challenger right there but elects to give the fans what they wish to see. The champion makes her way to the corner in Drusilla’s six, then stalks the challenger while Foster clambers to her feet. Even on her feet, Dru spins about unsteadily until her eyes meet The Corporate Punisher who proceeds to spear the life out of her!
Spear (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3KujCQxGPBE&ab_channel=G-StarArif)
The fans pop as the invader gets flattened to the ground, ending in a starfish, Dayna relishing in the cheers.
The champion signals to the crowd for the finish and pulls the deadweight to her feet. The Executrix lays the challenger across her shoulders, hands firmly securing Foster's thigh and chin.
The CEO parades around the ring with the challenger on her shoulders before dropping to her left hip, TWHUNKING the challenger's head into the canvas!
ERZA HAMMER (www.youtube.com/watch?v=3ptIAUiADeE)
Dayna peers over the shoulder with a smile before rising to her feet, placing a boot on Dru's bosom for the...
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
"Ladies and gentlemen, your winner via pin-fall...AND STILL FAWN WORLD CHAMPION...DAYNA ERZA!"
The crowd cheers with enthusiasm and, for the first time, the FAWNatics are fully behind The Israeli Powerhouse. Valerie slides into the ring, presenting her superior with the belt and raises her arm.
"That's right! That's our boss!" Valerie yells.
A disgruntled Mariel takes her time to enter the ring and unenthusiastically raises Dayna's opposite arm with an indifferent look on her face.
"We will have a word later." Dayna informs.
"Whatever boss." Mariel drops Erza's arm and leaves the ring as the camera focuses on Dayna's displeased face.