Post by hawkeye on Jul 7, 2022 2:48:11 GMT
As the power pop of Tones and I’s Dance Monkey launched from FAWN Arena’s sound system, the people launched to their feet, having taken the adorable Yellow Rose under their collective wing.
DANCE MONKEY:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=gADgM89skZQ
From stage right, the flaxen-haired fighter cheerily moved to center stage recently living her best life with a statement-making win over future Hall of Famer Cynthia Mitchell and another over hot property Danica Dadal. What she lacked in experience, the fresh-faced grappler had with the energy of youth and a sweet disposition to which members of the audience were naturally drawn.
HEATHER CROFTON
Heather’s excitement over a shot at the regular booking to FAWN’s big shows was palpable, the moniker of breakthrough being tossed in her direction providing her extra vivacity. The babyface blonde strutted in time with the catchy ditty.
She spun through a pirouette and vogued for the delighted devotees, a vision in yellow.
The two-piece gear included spandex boy-cut trunks and a cross-shoulder top, the side of the shorts includes a window of crisscrossed strips. She completed the outfit with white pads and boots.
( i.imgur.com/4SRiQzy.jpg ) (without the snorkel gear and in yellow)
The rookie offered a brawny double-bicep pose but with a smirking hint of understanding her guns were small caliber. She pranced down the aisle, bouncing from side to side, slapping hands, joyous with a further opportunity to show the fans what she could do.
In the last several strides, the Texan took off in a sprint, sliding in under the bottom rope on her palms and chest. She pushed to her feet and waggled through several exuberant, hip-swiveling spins as her music slowly faded.
The Lone Star Girl backpedaled to her corner as the Announcer took the opportunity to provide her introduction.
“Ladies and gentlemen, tonight’s next match is one fall with a twenty minute time limit. Introducing first, fighting out of Grapevine, Texas, she stands at five feet four inches tall and weighs in at one hundred and twenty-two pounds. Allow me to present to you, Miss Mustang... HEATHER CROFTON!”
The bubbly blonde leapt into the air, dropping into a set of splits. She pumped her first at the crowd, drawing an ovation that grew when she shifted to a tiny ball, kipped to her feet, and climbed to the middle ropes of her corner, shouting “Whaddya say, y’all?!”
The throng responded with a feisty endorsement until all eyes turned to the stage above, expectations high to see Miss Mustang’s foe.
A moment of silence before the Announcer sent a shiver down the collective spines of the assembled. “And introducing her opponent, being accompanied to the ring by Sierra Mist, she hails from Oxrun Station, Connecticut, stands five feet six inches tall and weighs in tonight at one hundred and twenty-nine pounds, she is the Weeping Angel… ADELAIDE BREWSTER!”
The FAWNatics growled and grumbled concern for Miss Mustang once the speakers flowed into the ominous synth beat at the heart of Harlo’s ‘You Might Be The Killer.’ With it came a departure of the lights, gloom reigning in the arena until a series of spotlights raced from the ring to the stage in a pattern quite reminiscent of a racing pulse.
YOU MIGHT BE THE KILLER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=OIQ36Q3SSeY
I was on the hunt for blood
You were feeling lost in love
All it took was just one look and you were into me
I wish that i could cut you free
But you're already in too deep
You feel the curiosity of what we could be
A figure appeared in the light at the top of the stage, not the Nosferhotu but her new friend (and own personal Renfield) disgraced medical student Sierra Mist. Seemingly unconcerned by the sounds, lights or surroundings, Mist reached up and undid the knot of the bright green scarf at her throat, then pulled it away to reveal signs of a earlier feeding.
SIERRA MIST:
Baby if it's on don't hesitate
I promise you I'll be your best mistake
You found me for a reason, call it fate
'Cause it's feeling great
The night's about to get real
We're going in for the kill
This is power, it's not cold-hearted
And we're just getting started
The lights went out again and when they returned Adelaide was directly behind Sierra, her face lowered to the brunette’s neck for a little pre-match boost. Sated for the moment, Brewster circled around in front of the little brunette and ‘PFWOOOOSHED!’ a cloud of red skyward as she started down the aisle.
ADELAIDE BREWSTER:
For tonight‘s meal the Sanguinaire wore a stygian black two-piece done in crushed velvet that showed off the power in her hips and shoulders in almost agonizing detail. The look was accented with a clunky silver belt complete with a buckle done up as a snarling wolf’s head and matching black boots and pads.
Reaching the ring quickly without a single glance at the unworthy meat gathered ‘round the killing floor, Adelaide stopped a few steps shy of the apron and held her ground while Sierra took point in climbing onto the apron. Turning to face the Daughter of Darkness, Mist sat on the middle rope and pushed down while using one hand to push the top rope up. Her free hand she extended to Adelaide, then swept toward the squared circle. “Come in, won’t you?” Properly invited, Brewster sprang onto the apron and swept through the strands to take up residence in the center of the ring. A second plume of mist stippled the canvas with red several seconds before Al Carpenter hurried over to finish his petty ablutions. Adelaide paid them no mind, her eyes were locked on the blonde ingenue.
Heather managed to keep her breathing steady during those last several seconds of pre-match formalities. Her heartbeat however was anything but, it fluttered like a moth under glass, seemingly desperate to burst forth and escape before the bell--CLANG! Crofton started ever so slightly at the sound of the bell, she'd have sworn it small enough that no one noticed and yet the corners of Brewster's mouth ticked up in a faint, knowing smile. Steeled by the notion that Adelaide thought she was actually afraid, Miss Mustang rolled her shoulders, then raised her hands and set out on a journey to the center of the squared circle.
Adelaide watched the chattel advance, allowing her to make it most of the way to her goal before she pushed off the buckles without so much as a word of warning. Heather's eyes went wide at the former World Champ's abrupt approach but rather than hop back or spin to one side she actually threw herself forward into a Collar-&-Elbow so energetic it actually rocked the taller wrestler back on her heels! Delighted cheers from the FAWNatics as Crofton forced Brewster to cede two or three skidding steps. They would've grown all the louder if the Countess hadn't planted her back foot like a kickstand to bring the blonde's progress to a grinding halt.
“Running in the direction of your fears? That's quite admirable, little one.” Adelaide murmured as she took stock of the Texan's brawn.
“You've only got two inches on me.” Heather huffed. “And I'm sure as heck not scared of--”
Brewster drew her her in, then shoved her away, Crofton flying backward to land with a flat 'THA-WHAM!' that echoed throughout the arena! It looked like an ugly landing yet the Girl from Grapevine must've been fine because she immediately tumbled offa her shoulders to come up on one knee with her eyes locked on the brunette.
“Don't lie to me, chattel.” Brewster wasn't smiling now. “The concern is writ large all of your face. And if you continue this insolence I'll make sure that concern is splattered all over the canvas by the time this story is over.”
Heather narrowed her eyes, she was really beginning to dislike this chick. Smacking both hands against the mat, she popped to her feet and countered, “You talk a spooky game, that's for sure. But ya know what? I bet you're a lot less spooky once you've been punched in the mouth.”
Eyes flashing, Adelaide spread her arms wide to beckon the blonde forth. “Bring your pitchforks and torches, my brave little heroine. The terrors of Castle Brewster await NNNGGHHH!”
Not about to overlook a free shot, Heather joined her hands into a single fist, stepped in and swung 'em like a baseball bat that struck the taller woman's sternum! The Polish Hammer staggered Brewster, almost dropping her to one knee as the Summer Swelter crowd bellowed with joy! Crofton was smiling too, the blonde clearly caught up in the reaction even though she'd intended to put Brewster on her ass with the blow. Otherwise undaunted, she drew her right hand tight across her chest (almost like she was going to pat her left shoulder) to ensure there was plenty of 'oomph' on the trio of Knife-Edge Chops she cra-cra-CRAAACKED across the brunette's chest!
Heather knew they landed flush, she could feel each impact reverberating through her fingers, yet Brewster barely staggered half a step with each shot. Capitalizing on her foe's resilience by snatching one hand in a snug Wristlock, Heather stepped back, dropped her hips and tossed Adelaide toward the opposite side courtesy an Irish Whip. The crowd urged Crofton to keep the pressure on and that's exactly what she did, the Lone Star Girl galloping after Brewster at such a pace she was only a couple steps behind when the Sanguinaire turned around and--“OOOOFFFHHH!” Heather thumped Brewster's belly with a Kneelift and that one did put the brunette on her butt, or at least, drop it sagging and sullen atop the second strand.
“You just stay right there, spooky.” the blonde clouted Adelaide across the chest with a Forearm Smash to emphasize her point. “I'll be back for you real quick!” Crofton wheeled around on one foot and shot across the ring trailed by another wave of applause. Said wave changed its tone considerably as she was about to bounce off the strands, meaning Heather didn't see what had changed until she turned around. When she did her eyes went wide because Adelaide was no longer in the ropes. The Weeping Angel was more than halfway across the squared circle and in the span between heartbeats she--“HHHHRRRRGGHHH!” from Heather and sympathy from the crowd when Brewster repaid the Kneelift with interest, the former World Champion THUMPING the beefy plank of her left thigh into Crofton's tummy with enough force to flip the blonde over onto her butt! Sierra clapped politely while the FAWNatics booed vociferously, a duet that Adelaide ignored in favor of making minor adjustments to her togs.
As for Heather, she had one hand braced against the mat, another pressed to the spot Brewster had so emphatically skewered. She'd managed to draw a couple deep breaths when the Daughter of Darkness buried both hands in her hair and hauled her to boot-leather. Eyes going wide as the need to escape Brewster's clutches crashed to the forefront of her mind, the Girl from Grapevine reached over her shoulders with both hands and returned the favor, Heather snatching onto Adelaide's dark locks to draw her in for an impromptu Stunn--“EEEEEERRRRGGHHH!”
The blonde cried out in shock and dismay when Brewster relinquished the hair-hold and raaaaaaaaaaaaked her talons down Crofton's back! “Don't flee now, chattel.” Adelaide murmured as she walked down Heather to resume her previous grip. “You were just starting to interest me.”
Heather twisted around and fired off a few punches to the veteran's midsection, but Brewster merely soaked them up en route to smudging her up against the ropes. Some extremely aggressive tugging earned yelps from Crofton and a warning from Carpenter, the combined efforts of which caused Adelaide to take a giant step back and torque her hips in a violent half circle that sent the Texan flying across the ring! Heather landed flat on her back with an unpleasant THUMP only to sit up at once, the yellow-clad battler now focusing her ministrations on the small of her back.
HAIR PULL TOSS:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=tMfu5u5SrCg
She heard feet approaching from behind but was too short of breath to muster a guard before Brewster strolled up and delivered a pair of swift stomps between her shoulders! “It seems that you intend to lead me on a spirited chase.” Brewster noted after she'd grabbed her foe by the scruff of the neck. “I appreciate the sentiment a great deal, there's nothing more bland than prey with sluggish blood.”
Heather was on her feet now, the youngster's features twisting in a grimace as Adelaide took hold of her left wrist and deftly bent it back behind her head in that painful upside-down Hammerlock that served as precursor to the Heart Pun--CRACK! Crofton lashed out with her right hand to smite Brewster across the mouth with a cheer (and welt) raising Bitch Slap! Brewster reeled on the spot without actually relinquishing her grip on the blonde's wrist, yet the look of 'wha hoppen?' surprise on her face was so satisfying Heather couldn't help but snap, “Anything about that feel sluggish to you, babyYRRGGGHH!”
The Queen of Nightmares surged forward and THWHUNKED her head into the bridge of Heather's nose with enough force to drop the blonde to one knee! But the Hammerlock kept her at least partially vertical, so Brewster took the opportunity to shift Crofton's captured wrist from one hand to the other before hoisting her up for a straight right hand that PWAAAKED against the swell of Heather's left breast! The Heart Punch dropped Heather like a sack of mail and Adelaide showed her even less respect by placing a foot atop her chest so Carpenter could count the...
ONE...
TWO...
THRNOOOO!
Crofton swatted the brunette's boot aside and rolled over onto her stomach so Brewster couldn't get at her chest again. This denial mustn't have bothered the Weeping Angel too much because she dropped to one knee and set the bony joint against the nape of Crofton's neck. From there she snatched a handful of hair and cranked Heather's head back at a painfully awkward angle. “Your strategy is an interesting one, chattel. Someone who dared face me before, I'm guessing the foolhardy rock climber, told you that too much adrenaline makes the blood bitter and unpalatable. Therefore all you have to do is provoke me to such an extent that my retaliation takes you from delectable to disgusting. Is that accurate, would you say?”
“Duuuuhh...don't even think about nibbling on me, you lunatic.” Heather was squirming to get out from under the Sanguinaire without much success. “I feel so much as a nip and I promise HHHHNNNGGGGHH!”
Brewster smashed her head against the canvas and scrubbed it back & forth until Al reached 'THREE!' on his count. “You will feel a great deal before this night is through you insolent scrap of fluff.” Adelaide proclaimed as she dragged the Lone Star Girl back to boot-leather with a sturdy handful of shoulder-straps. “And no matter the emotions that skitter across your fevered brain, be they anguish or ecstasy, rest assured that the last PHYSICAL sensation you experience will be my teeth in the side of your neck!”
On that cheery note Brewster stuffed Heather's head beneath her left arms before ensnaring both arms in a brawny Double Underhook. Hands locked, Adelaide dipped her knees and muscled the blonde up and over before dropping to her belly to THAWHAM Crofton onto the thinly-sheathed plywood courtesy of a Butterfly Suplex!
BUTTERFLY SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=B4NPacEEVfI
One of Heather’s hands shot to the base of her spine, the other to the back of her skull as the blonde ended on a hip and shoulder, grimacing in pain. The discomfort was distracting enough, Crofton didn't notice Brewster scurry to the ropes at the Texan’s side.
The Weeping Angel flew into the middle cable, grabbing the top for a moment before taking flight in a U-turn and dropping an elbow out of the slingshot into the blonde’s open rib-cage, drawing a yip and spasm from the increasingly bruised Yellow Rose.
“Time for a little taste, chattel.”
Adelaide drew the Lone Star Girl to her feet then gutted the youngster with a deep kick to the solar plexus. Brewster wrapped an arm around the back of the stooped Heather’s neck and pressed a palm into her foe’s midriff.
Showing incredible strength for her sinewy frame, the Daughter of Darkness launched Heather off the canvas until the Texan’s boot soles were pointed to the rafters. In a sweet, swinging motion, Adelaide dropped Crofton to her backside as she sat out, a wincing Heather landing between the ‘V’ of Brewster’s stems. Instantly, Adelaide’s arms slipped around the throat and head of the vulnerable blonde, encircling her foe’s neck in a Rear Naked Choke.
REAR NAKED CHOKE @ 1:28
www.youtube.com/watch?v=RSTJGaev3kQ
Heather flailed into survival mode, Miss Maverick squirming as the Weeping Angel’s limbs cinched tight and slowed the blood flow to her foe's brain. Dipping her chin in tight to the nape of Heather’s supple trapezius, Adelaide flashed her pearlies and gave a peck.
The feel of teeth to skin reflexively drew a swinging elbow to the temple that punished Brewster for her ravenous nature. Before Adelaide could return to a standard technique and remove her head as a target, Crofton THUMPED the elbow in a couple more times. With Adelaide’s grip loosened, Heather escaped her foe’s clutches and rolled out under the bottom rope.
Putting boot leather to arena floor, a harried Heather checked her neck for leaks. Inside, a risen Brewster feinted a charge and Crofton stumbled into an apprehensive backpedal until she hit the steel barricade behind her.
Sierra pokes her head around a ring-post, grinning.
“Not quite the same bravado when the mistress gets a craving for your flavor, hmmh?” Mist hissed.
Miss Mustang put some distance between herself and Adelaide’s…whatever.
As the Daughter of Darkness smacked her lips seductively, she also bid Crofton re-entry, waving her in as Carpenter started a count.
“It’s crass to make me chase. Return to my domain.”
Heather gave a look at Al as if to ask ‘is she for real?’ and Carpenter’s silent facial response was ‘oh hell yeah’.
Still, Crofton carefully climbed the ring steps and entered. She stepped to Brewster but ducked under another Collar-and-Elbow, sneaking behind and applying a Waistlock. The Yellow Rose avoided a couple elbows of Adelaide and lifted Brewster off her feet when the Weeping Angel pivoted to the point of being off balance.
The blonde dropped Adelaide to all fours, riding her like an amateur grappler. Heather slipped her arms under those of her adversary then locked her fingers behind Brewster’s neck in a Full Nelson. Crofton smooshed Adelaide’s features into the mat, keeping her foe’s bared pearlies far away.
“And pray what do you plan to do NGGGGH.”
Brewster’s condescending commentary was interrupted when Crofton alternated knees to the ribs with thumping thrusts of features to canvas. Lifting the quieted creature to her feet as she rose, Heather spun Adelaide to face her and jaw-jacked the dark-haired grappler with a wicked European Uppercut.
With Brewster on rubbery legs, Crofton walked through the graveyard by pulling Adelaide into a tight embrace, Miss Mustang securing a Bear Hug that brought a cold shiver down her spine, knowing how close she was to offering her foe lunch. But Brewster wasn't in condition, at least not before the Lone Star Girl was able to send Adelaide flipping to a collision with the canvas via a Belly-to-Belly Suplex.
BELLY TO BELLY SUPLEX @ 00:03
www.youtube.com/watch?v=8HYdCwrUYXQ
Seeing her mistress in a dazed state, Sierra reached under the bottom cable to grab Brewster by a wrist and pull her to safety, but instead got a different taste of a riled Crofton, Heather NAILING Mist with a Dropkick to the chin that delivered Sierra to the thinly-padded cement.
As Miss Mustang climbed to her feet, Adelaide’s doing the same. The blonde shoved her foe into the nearest corner and gave her thirsty counterpart a Love Tap, her signature double-barreled overhand slap to Adelaide’s cleavage. The impact ROCKED Brewster deep into the buckles and Heather took advantage, the Lone Star Girl ascending to the middle cables, a boot on either side of the corner.
Grabbing Brewster’s dark mane, Heather pulled Adelaide’s head back and raised a jaunty right fist, for which the FAWNatics pop like it’s the most powerful in the organization.
THUMP. THUMP. THUMP!
Heather laid tightly clenched digits to her foe’s forehead, reaching a full glorious TEN before bounding off her perch, landing on the deck and grasping a whipping wrist.
Crofton pivoted and sent Adelaide careening across the canvas, the Daughter of Darkness spinning into a back-first collision with enough force to send Brewster staggering back toward the center.
As the Weeping Angel stumbled toward her, Heather turned and raced to the ropes behind her, rebounding and racing toward her inscrutable antagonist.
The energetic blonde leapt into a hopeful Crossbody splash, seeking to flatten Brewster. Alas, the Daughter of Darkness remained vertical with Heather in her clutches, the wide-eyed blonde perpendicular across the chest of Adelaide.
A mewling, squirming Crofton knew she’s made a huge mistake and fights to rectify at least until Adelaide genuflected and dropped the Lone Star Girl’s spine across her bent knee.
Crofton howled in anguish, the agony only growing when Brewster’s attempt to snap the backbone of her prey grew more pronounced. Adelaide pressed a palm down on either side of Crofton’s frame, one hand conspicuously on Heather’s throat, the other on a thigh.
“So nice of you to serve, my delicious little girl.”
PENDULUM BACKBREAKER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=WSHS6QvSezo
Not one of the Sanguinaire's words suggested she was looking for a submission, yet Carpenter closed in on the action anyway because he didn't much care for the ever shrinking gap between the canvas and the crown of Crofton's skull. “What do you say, Heather?” the lanky zebra questioned from what he judged as minimum safe distance. “You need me to call it?”
“Nuuuhhh.... NO!” The Texan raised her left hand, which had been scrabbling at Brewster's grip on her chin and waggled a defiant index fingers to let everyone know she wouldn't go gently into that not so good night. “No, I don't submiNNGGHH!”
Sympathetic groans from the FAWNatics and a delighted cackle from Sierra Mist when Adelaide relinquished her chin-push just long enough to deliver a whip-crack Bitch Slap to the blonde's drum taut tummy! “If you're not going to shriek to the heavens,” Brewster sounded mildly irritated as she resumed her unlicensed chiropractic efforts, “the least you can do is suffer in silence.”
“What's the matter, don't like it when your dessert talks back?” Crofton's voice was strained, though there was an undeniable thread of sass that Brewster didn't care for in the slightest. “That's too bad, spooky. Because I'm gonna keep running my mouth until you learn how to work this BackbreakOOOOOWWWW GAAAAAAAH!”
The Queen of Nightmares moved her left hand from Heather's thigh to her tummy, a shift that would've alleviated at least some of the blonde's pain if the former World Champion hadn't crooked her index finger into a miniature spear and jammed it into Crofton's belly button! “You GREATLY overstate your placement on the menu, chattel.” Adelaide chuckled over the start of a spirited 'PLEASE DON'T TAP!' chant. “You don't possess the requisite sweetness to pass as a satisfying dessert. As it stands you're barely an appetizer, more of an amuse-bouche to at least temporarily sate my hunger while I search for more interesting prNGH!”
Crofton brought her left knee up fast, driving it into Brewster's flank in an awkward but effective blow. “I'll make sure you choke on every bite.” Heather groaned after another Kneelift forced Adelaide to abandon the navel gouging to better control the blonde's legs. “You may feast, but I promise you won't enjoy a single bitTAAARRHH OOOOOOHHHHHH DAMMIT!”
The Weeping Angel changed focus yet again, curling her left hand into a wicked talon that she affixed to the center of Crofton's sunny yellow briefs! “Don't think of this as torture, it's not even a submission, if I'm being honest.” Brewster's tone was remarkably calm for someone eliciting such awful shrieks from her adversary. “This is merely advanced tenderization. The correct term for this particular technique is Jacquarding, though chattel such as yourself might know it better as needl--”
“SCREW YOU!” Heather curled her right hand into a fist and swung for Adelaide's jaw, but one strong pulse of the brunette's clutching grip was enough to throw the effort wildly off course. Loathing the feeling of nauseated panic radiating out from her center, Crofton waved off another inquiry from the official before crooking her left arm into a 'V' so she could pound away at her tormentor's right hip and flank. “Get outta my trunks!” the Yellow Rose rasped as she poured a great deal of energy into bludgeoning her way out of Adelaide's grip. “Get out! Get out! Get NNNGGGHH!”
Brewster let loose on both ends, joined her hands into a single fist and promptly slammed it down on the blonde's gulping tummy! Heather coughed, jolted offa Brewster's knee and hit the deck with a sweaty plop, though observant FAWNatics noted (and appreciated) that the youngster retained enough awareness to flop over onto her side, thus preventing the veteran from attempting an immediate cover. If this bothered the brunette it didn't show on her face, indeed the Weeping Angel looked downright stoic when she buried a hand in Crofton's battle-damp locks and dragged her to her feet in a series of awkward, painful yanks.
Snuggling in behind the Lone Star Girl once she was mostly upright, Brewster reached around with both hands and laid claim to Heather's left wrist in her right hand and vice versa. “I do believe it's time I sampled tonight's offering.” her voice was soft and mean in Crofton's ear. “I'm not expecting much, but perhaps you'll prove more sophisticated than--”
“Choke on me, freak-show.” Heather growled. “Choke on grrrhhhRRRRRGGGHHHHHH!”
Adelaide drew the straitjacket tight across Crofton's midsection, then leaned in and sank her teeth into the left side of the smaller wrestler's neck! It hurt more than just about anything Heather had encountered during her career thus far and that included her most recent bout of suffering over the brunette's knee, yet Crofton refused to do more than groan as Brewster gnawed, nipped and yes, licked, at her neck.
Eventually Al hurried over and said, “Enough of that, Adelaide. You let her go right now, understand?” The Daughter of Darkness only rolled her eyes and continued to sample, forcing the ref to start a brisk count that reached 'FOUR!' before Brewster lifted her muzzle. Not that this meant freedom for Heather Crofton, her arms were still trapped in the straitjacket which meant she had no way to protect her head when Adelaide got low and popped her hips, the former World Champion taking the ingenue up, over and DOWN onto the back of her head with a gorgeous German Suplex. Up on tiptoes well before her prey hit the deck, Brewster maintained that arrogant bridge while Al and the rest of the chattel counted out...
STRAITJACKET GERMAN SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=p11t2rcpQWs
ONE...
TWO...
THRENOOOOOOOO!
Heather wrenched free of the Countess' grasp with a whisper to spare, much to the delight of those gathered beneath the roof of the FAWN Arena. As for Adelaide herself, she never looked delighted unless she was inflicting misery upon her prey, yet she certainly didn't look unhappy as she filled both hands with the Texan's shoulder-straps and scraped her off the mat. Once again behind her blonde, Brewster traded in the Straitjacket for a Double Chickenwing, that neutralized Crofton's arms while applying unpleasant strain to her shoulders. “Don't think I'm content with a single sip, chattel.” Adelaide yanked up on her grip, forcing the younger wrestler onto tiptoe. “Your skills may be lacking, but your neck has so much more to--”
Heather brought her right foot up fast and down much faster, the aggressive stomp forcing Brewster to adjust her own stance to avoid a painful toe smashing. This was followed by an aggressive backward Headbutt that grazed the brunette's chin, Crofton doing everything in her power to create some separat--“NNNNGGGHHH!” Adelaide countered with her own Headbutt, one that smashed into the nape of Heather's neck! She followed with two more identical blows, then unleashed more than half a dozen left-right-left Kneelifts to the Lone Star Girl's hapless buttocks. It wasn't pretty offense but it did the job just fine judging by Crofton's expression which shifted from defiant to dazed to demoralized in the course of perhaps ten seconds.
Eventually the Weeping Angel halted her barrage only to lean in close and once again sink her teeth into the welt left by her previous snack! No toothy tease this, Brewster made Heather shriek, the blonde's eyes clenched shut, her jaw thrown open in mindless agony while Carpenter barked out an angry count. 'FOUR!' brought relief from the bite, but no end to the suffering as Adelaide dipped down and popped her hips to fling Crofton halfway across the squared circle via a Tiger Suplex.
TIGER SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=nobEAIg62Y8
Rolling to one knee in the wake of that ring-rattling toss, Brewster made a show of adjusting her outfit and wiping a thumb across her bottom lip before rising to her full height. A few long strides brought her to Heather, who was stretched out on her stomach with one arm wrapped across the back of her head and one hand pressed to the side of her neck. Brewster paid these defenses no mind, she simply helped herself to Crofton's hair and dragged her upright. “Do you still wish to fight, chattNGH!” Heather fired off a trio of body shots that answered the brunette's question without doing any real damage.
Adelaide provided a rebuke in the form of a Kneelift that skewered her foe's navel, though the grip on her hair kept the Texan from crumpling once more. Spinning Crofton in a half circle, the Daughter of Darkness slipped her head beneath one armpit, strapped her other arm across the younger wrestler's waist and finally pressed her free hand to Crofton's backside. From there it was a simple thing to boost her up onto one shoulder, but rather than deposit her on the mat with another Suplex, she walked over to the closest corner and set Heather down on the top buckle facing the audience. With Crofton suitably positioned, Brewster shifted a hand to the blonde's hair and sloooowly drew her back until she was suspended parallel to the canvas.
“BREAK!” Heather called to Al. “HAIR TOO! GET HER OFFA ME, WOULD NNNGGGHH!”
Adelaide stepped off and brought her right leg up to kick the hanging blonde between the shoulders! “There's another long count between you and freedom, chattel.” the brunette smirked in the midst of delivering more kicks to her opponent's spine. “Do you think you'll be in any condition to challenge me by the time help arriNGH! NGH! NGH!”
Crofton reached over her right shoulder with both hands and laced her fingers across the back of Adelaide's noggin! In the next instant she yanked the brunette in close and deftly prized her right leg loose of the corner so she could thun-thun-THUNK a trio of Kneelifts between Brewster's eyes! Now it was Adelaide trying to free herself from the Texan's grip, but Crofton held on tight until she slipped her other leg free of the turnbuckle. Bracing both feet against the top rope, the Yellow Rose pushed up and over to land on her knees while Brewster was THWHAMMED down full force on the back of her head and shoulders!
TEXAS TOAST:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=-y9VvOg6S64
Reeling back on her haunches in the wake of that thunderous slice of Texas Toast, Heather threw herself across the brunette's chest and cradled the far leg for a shocking...
ONE...
TWO...
Brewster punched her right shoulder off the canvas, sending a groan through the crowd. But the tone quickly changed, a rhythmic clap breaking through the arena. Heather responded, kipping to her feet and pumping a fist.
The twice-bitten but seemingly re-energized Crofton considered her options. When Adelaide rose to a seated position with a jerk, those options become more urgent and she scooted toward the ropes in front of the Weeping Angel.
The Lone Star Girl returned at full speed and leaps into a Basement Crossbody of the brunette, splattering Brewster back to horizontal. The momentum caused the Texan to roll off her foe, so Crofton passed on a pin, instead following through with a hop to her feet.
BASEMENT CROSSBODY:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=AHc7zfSXTI0
Heather turned to survey the damage and found the unearthly Adelaide again half-risen. Snorting in frustration, Crofton surged forward and PLANTED a stern Soccer Kick into the lower spine of Brewster, Adelaide’s upper body lurching forward then remaining curved in an arch.
With the Daughter of Darkness leaning forward, Miss Mustang went to the well again, hitting the rubber-coated steel of the cables and sprinting from Adelaide’s six. The blonde leapt, tucking into a ball in mid-air, and THUMPED Brewster with a modified Meteora, Heather’s knees landing across the shoulder blades of her adversary and forcing Adelaide’s face into the thinly-sheathed plywood between Brewster’s extended legs with a heavy THUNK!
REVERSE METEORA:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=7WoKR3G7MB4
As Crofton somersaults away from the impact, Adelaide’s body sprang open like a jackknife after the collision of braincase to mat, Brewster staring blankly at the rafters in a starfish.
Feeling her oats, a positively vibrating Heather headed for the buckles nearest the downed countess. She scaled the buckles with a single bound and turned toward her target, ready to go all 450 on the freak with her signature Don’t Mess With Texas.
“Let’s see if you’re so toothy after being pancaked,” Heather muttered to herself as she dipped into a crouch for launch.
But as she’s ready to spring, Sierra Mist, having climbed to the apron, shoved a palm into Crofton’s spandex-covered bum, sending Heather flipping forward into an unscheduled Senton from the top that fell short of Sierra’s splayed mistress.
The rattle of the ring was pronounced with Crofton’s crash-and-burn, Heather’s face twisted in pain, her spine arching in anguish.
For her part, Mist was read the riot act by Carpenter. She dropped to the floor, raising her hands plaintively in innocence despite being seen by every set of eyes in the house. Reaching his limit, a red-faced Al showed Sierra the door, pointing emphatically up the ramp.
Mist flew into hysterics, the wild gyrations only increasing when the crowd started chanting ‘nah-nah-nah-nah, hey-hey-hey, good bye’.
Protesting every step of the way, Mist made her exit. But the damage was done, Brewster was suddenly on even terms with her appetizer. Both women struggled to their feet, Adelaide reaching vertical a half-second before the blonde.
It made every difference as the Daughter of Darkness leapt to the Texan. Tucking her legs tight, she wrapped her laced fingers behind the neck of Crofton while pressing her knee caps into the chest of the Yellow Rose. Falling to the deck, gravity did its worst with an Inverted Lungblower to the baby-faced blonde. The impact sent Heather flying, rocked by the force of the blow. She landed with a meaty THUD, half-pained, half-dazed.
On her back, Adelaide again jerked to a seated position, this time an appearance of satisfaction on her flawless features. The Weeping Angel pushed to her feet and deliberately strode to Heather, Crofton lightly rocking from side to side, trying to recover enough to respond.
Adelaide reached to gather her meal when Heather snatched the approaching wrist with both hands, pulled Brewster off her feet and into a Small Package for the…
ONE…
TWO…
A squirming countess broke free, popping to her feet, blood in her eyes. She pounded a series of stomps into the blonde’s breadbasket and RIPPED Heather to her feet.
“Perhaps you’re not a trifle,” Adelaide growls as she bullied Heather deep into a set of cables, “but you are mine.”
Brewster flung Crofton to the opposite strands, following behind to center stage, waiting for the headlong return of the Yellow Rose. The dark-haired grappler pivoted and LEVELED Heather with a Back Elbow to the chin, the Texan’s legs flying out in front of her as she THUMPED against the deck.
Adelaide stared down at the spreadeagled Heather, licking her lips as the FAWNatics raisd the volume of their jeers. Brewster scoffed at the masses and YANKED a rubbery Crofton to her feet. Again, Brewster hurled the Lone Star Girl off on a ride with an Irish Whip, sending Heather dashing into a back-first collision with a corner.
Brewster followed her feast, goring the bruised tummy of the Texan with a Spear that nearly touched Crofton’s derriere to the ring post so far was she folded between the top and middle buckles. The Weeping Angel pulled her shoulder and Crofton back but only to lay the blonde across the middle ropes on either side of the corner, Miss Mustang placed on an altar to Adelaide’s Twitch of the Death Nerve.
Hopping to the bottom rope, Brewster springboarded into the sky above the single file that was the offered Heather. Adelaide tucked lower limbs at her zenith then plummeted, DRIVING her knees into the battered abdomen of the Texan, splattering Heather to the canvas, Crofton yelping as she swaddles her midriff with both arms.
TWITCH OF THE DEATH NERVE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Nz3RZTmhuAQ
Adelaide ended on all fours next to the moaning Heather and rolled her foe toward the middle, away from the saving strands.
“Time for you to sleep. I prefer my prey stilled when I drink.”
Brewster folded Crofton’s left arm with one hand then started wrapping her arm around the neck of the Texan with the other, attempting to bring the stubborn Lone Star Girl to Near Dark.
But a spastic, flailing Heather, apparently well aware of the danger she’s in, rotated her frame, reaching out a leg and draping it over the bottom rope. Instantly, she choked out a chirping plea of “BREAK!”
Carpenter amplified and insisted, a thwarted and exasperated Brewster releasing her now fully secured finisher at ‘FOUR’.
Not taking a chance the Daughter of Darkness won’t simply pull her to the middle and reapply, Crofton rolled out of the ring, shaking out her wounded wing. Heather stayed on the move on the arena floor, not wanting to offer the Weeping Angel a stationary target.
A risen Adelaide moved to the ropes nearest her quarry.
“You’re only making me more ravenous, chattel. There is something to be said for playing ‘hard to get’.”
“Oh, you’re going to find out, I’m not playing,” Heather replied.
“Then in you come,” Brewster invites. “Show me.”
Heather felt like one big ache, her neck and her gut were particularly sore and she didn't relish the idea of letting Adelaide within dancing distance again, yet she earned a loud roar of approval from those assembled when she stepped forward and placed a knee on the edge of the apron. Carpenter moved in to draw Brewster away from the strands, though this proved unnecessary because the Weeping Angel backed to the middle of the ring to allow her tenacious treat safe passage. Crofton watched her for a few seconds just to make sure, then grabbed onto the middle rope and pulled herself up and through. Adelaide welcomed her to the ring with a smile, one that showed more teeth than the Texan cared to see.
“Where's your bravado now, little heroine?” the brunette cooed as Heather maintained her distance. “I'd offer you some liquid courage, but something tells me we partake of different bran--”
Crofton launched herself at Brewster, the determined blonde helping herself to a big ol' handful of hair to keep her foe's head steady for the barrage of punches unleashed upon her hairline. Adelaide hissed but made no complaint to the official, instead she caught hold of the younger battler's flaxen locks and returned fire in kind! Heather groaned without giving any ground, in fact she set her feet and opened it up even more, the Yellow Rose clearly determined to leave her adversary black and blue in the wake of this brutal bludgeon--“OOOOOFFFHHHH!”
Brewster pivoted on one heel and drove a Broadside Kneelift up across Heather's tender tummy with a heavy THWHUMP! Crofton wretched and doubled over at once, the blonde forgetting all about fisticuffs in an effort to keep her insides from making an appearance on the outside. Doing so offered Adelaide the back of her head and while it wasn't a traditional nomming target for the Nosferhotu, she did the next best thing by bringing up her right leg so she could STAMP down on the back of that vulnerable noggin! The force of it straightened Heather up at once, alas verticality proved not just a hindrance but a total calamity as it meant the woozy battler was in perfect position when Brewster whipped around in a circle and came out the far side with an Elbow Smash that THWHACKED offa Crofton's cheek!
AXE & SMASH @ 00:17
www.youtube.com/watch?v=ETQaXSba-Hw
Caught flush by Axe & Smash, a knock-kneed Heather swooned away and would've hit the deck in a facedown sprawl if Adelaide hadn't lunged forward and caught her around the waist. Drawing the Lone Star Girl close, Brewster halved her grip so she could palm the crown of Crofton's skull in her free hand. “It seems I've underestimated you, chattel.” she murmured in Heather's ear. “You're no mere snack. You're a veritable feast of doubt, shame, and terror. And I mean to glut myself upon--”
“Bite me one more time, bitch.” Heather rasped. “And I swear to god I'll--”
“Swear to me.” Brewster whispered half a heartbeat before she leaned down and took her biggest bite yet.
Heather shrieked and stamped her feet, she tried to pull away, tried to fight her way out, but the Queen of Nightmares held fast until she felt the Texan's legs starting to give out. Drawing away with a satisfied flourish, Brewster spun Heather 'round to face her, then snatched a double handful of hair and drew her down into a Standing Headscissors. A strong Waistlock followed, Adelaide gouging her knotted hands into the youngster's fluttering midsection to ensure she was firmly secured when Brewster dipped her knees and flipped / spun Crofton up onto her shoulders for a PowerboNOOOO!
The Lone Star girl floated free of Adelaide's perch, rolled down her back and glommed onto her thighs en route to draw the startled brunette onto her shoulders in an impromptu Sunset Flip! Already surprised, the FAWNatics grew downright incredulous when Heather abandoned her seat in favor of a much wider, splay legged stance that segued into her sitting down full force on Brewster's upturned haunches. Hands pressed to the mat so tight it was a wonder she didn't punch clean through, Crofton held on for dear life while Al and the crowd bellowed out...
ONE...
TWO...
THREE!
Heather was off in an instant, either because Adelaide bucked her clear or because that roiling gut told her it would be safer to celebrate outside the ring. Whatever the cause, it didn't diminish the foundation-shaking cheer when the Announcer confirmed, “Ladies and gentlemen, your winner via pin-fall... HEATHER CROFTON!”
Al was still inside the ring trying to talk down the incensed Countess, so Heather raised her own hand, much to the delight of the aisle-side fans! “THAT'LL TEACH YA!” she shouted at Brewster. “THAT'LL TEACH YA, YOU JERK! BITE ME ALL YOU WANT, IT WON'T STOP ME FROM PINNING YA DOWN ONE, TWO, THRENNNGGGHHHH!”
Miss Mustang's celebration came to a premature end when a returning Sierra Mist clouted the runaway canape across the back of the head with a hellacious Forearm Smash! Hooking onto Crofton at trunks and tresses, Brewster's sneering catspaw tugged hard on both grips to ensure Heather stayed upright while simultaneously inflicting a vile wedgie. Upright didn't mean immobile though, no indeed. With Heather reduced to stunned luggage in her grasp, Sierra stormed the ring she'd so recently been banished from and slung the Lone Star Girl under the bottom rope!
Her unceremonious return drew Al's attention, who immediately pointed a warning finger at Brewster. “Stay away from her, Adelaide. Just grab Mist and head to the back, don't make me call secRRGGH!”
Adelaide stunned the poor dope with a Kneelift to the gut, then dropped him to the deck with a gorgeous Roundhouse that clipped him just behind the ear. Dismissing the fallen official in the blink of an eye, Adelaide 'rounded on Heather, who was slowly struggling to all fours. Seemingly unaware that she back within the confines of Castle Brewster, Crofton looked up, saw Sierra lurking on the outside and bounced to boot-leather in a heartbeat, the wide-eyed blonde spinning in place to locate the looming thre--'PFFWOOOOOSSSSHH!'
Adelaide blew a plume of Red Mist into Heather's face, the cruel claret cloud enveloping the Texan's head like it meant to devour her whole! Miss Mustang shrieked and stumbled backward, both hands flying to her face as she desperately tried to wipe away the awful rose-colored tint. Brewster let her, such useless gestures only meant the chattel's hands were within easy reach and the brunette wasted no time collecting Crofton's right wrist in her left hand. Swinging around behind the younger wrestler drew Heather's arm snug against her own throat, a sign she would've recognized as most threatening if her attention wasn't understandably elsewhere. The crowd however was perfectly aware and they jeered quite loudly, their displeasure growing to cacophonous levels when Brewster crouched down and threaded her other arm between the Texan's thighs. Straightening up with Crofton draped awkwardly across her shoulders, Adelaide turned in a circle to gaze out on every head of lowing chattel that dared raise their voice in protest.
“Don't you dare act surprised.” she hissed. “You should know that I of all people would take dine and dash very seriously.” No one got a chance to offer a rebuttal, the Sanguinaire simply shot up on tiptoe and laid out on her left hip to THAWHAM Heather down on the back of her head and shoulders with a devastating Blood & Black Lace.
BLOOD & BLACK LACE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=ggQhjXPD_fA
Remaining seated after the brutal impact, Brewster raked a hand through her hair, then wiped a thumb across her lower lip. A glance at Sierra made the former med student and current Meals on Heels snap to attention.
“Yes, mistress?”
“Chairs, Sierra. Two of them.” Adelaide said quietly. “I'm going to remind our little heroine that every victory is Pyrrhic while I still draw breath.”
Always eager to comply with the whims of her mad patron, Mist stormed the Timekeeper's Table and grabbed a pair of chairs which she promptly brought into the squared circle. She went to hand one to Brewster, apparently thinking they'd both treat Crofton like a pinata, but Adelaide shook her head 'no'.
“Open them up and arrange them back to back.” she explained. “I'll do the rest.” Sierra set to work at once while the Countess plunged her hands into Heather's hair and scraped her off the mat. “I would've been happy with your blood, little heroine. But this unexpected insolence has raised a raging hunger that won't be satisfied until I've snapped you in half and feasted on the mar-”
“Chuuuhhhh... choke on it, loseNNNNNGGGHHH!”
Heather's breathless defiance ended with a pitiless Kneelift to the crotch, one that allowed Brewster to collect her in another Standing Headscissoors. A quarter turn pointed Crofton's butt at the sides of the chairs that Sierra had arranged and a concerned murmur ran through the FAWNatics as Adelaide wrapped her arms around Crofton's waist. She wasn't content to simply complete the Powerbomb she'd been denied, she meant to drive the blonde down spine-first atop the rounded edges of the seatbacks!
But as Adelaide prepared to launch and destroy the Yellow Rose, the lights dimmed and the classic O Fortuna echoed through the arena, drawing an enormous roar from the crowd.
O FORTUNA:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=EJC-_j3SnXk
A single spot broke the gloom and the noise was doubled in decibels when the Dreamophiles saw their Lisa beneath, shaking her head toward the woman who sent her to hell.
LISA DREAM:
Trying her best not to show concern, Brewster shoved Heather aside as The Dream stalked toward the ring, Mist sent scurrying to the side farthest from the arriving Ultimate Image, Sierra knowing better than anyone what damage Dream could do in any form.
Lisa slid in under the bottom rope and the Daughter of Darkness pounced before Dream could fully reach her feet. Brewster pounded away with closed fists, Mist cheering her mistress on, that was until Lisa drew Adelaide into an embrace, lifts the wide-eyed Brewster, and dropped to one knee, PLANTING Adelaide’s undercarriage on the plank of her raised upper leg.
Inverted Atomic Drop battering her tailbone, Adelaide hopped into the air, hands buried between her thighs, knees knocking.
The Dreamy vision was garbed in her diaphanous pale miniskirt, making her appear an angel to most, certainly for a rising Lone Star Girl.
“Hello, young lady,” Lisa said softly, failing to relieve all the apprehension of a wary Heather. Dream motions to a debilitated Brewster.
“Be my guest.”
Brewster having waddled to turn toward Mist, didn't feel the Texan approach from behind. Crofton slid beside her adversary, hooking Adelaide’s left arm with hers while scooping behind her left leg with her right.
The blonde drew the near lower limb of the Weeping Angel back then violently swings it forward like a pendulum with her Texas Tornado, ripping Adelaide off her feet, the back of Brewster’s skull BANGING off the thinly-sheathed plywood.
TEXAS TORNADO @ 00:27
www.youtube.com/watch?v=AYQacdoLnEM
As Brewster ended in a semi-conscious starfish, Heather popped to her feet, a second pin unnecessary. She pointed threateningly at Sierra.
“Get your ass in here and save her.” Crofton demands.
Mist begged off, hovering but unwilling to risk her hide, particularly with Dream in the vicinity, a woman who nearly ended her FAWN career.
When it becomes clear Sierra wanted none, Heather spun back to Lisa, Dream in a standing straddle of the woman who sent her to the underworld through a portal of bubbling goo. The Ultimate Image gazed down but with an eerily calm smile.
“You know who wants to see you real soon, Addy? The Big Guy Down Under. And I’m going to send you to him. Not out of revenge. But because it’s right.”
The Dream left Adelaide untouched to the displeasure of many Dreamophiles, her attention instead placed on the flaxen-haired favorite in yellow.
“I’m not about to see a Wanna-whatever like that end your hopes and dreams,” Lisa assured.
She extended her hand to a cautious Heather. Crofton looked at it like it’s acid to the touch, but as the FAWNatics cheered Miss Mustang on, she accepted, clasping The Dream’s digits tight.
Lisa lifted Heather’s arm high pointing at the blonde and proclaiming the Lone Star Girl the victor as the crowd roared in delight.
Crofton remained flabbergasted, perhaps not that someone had come to help in her time of need, but that it had not been a member of the Greater Good, instead a woman who some still considered the animation of malice, if now in sheep’s clothing.
With a hint of anxiety remaining in her features, Heather nevertheless enjoyed her moment next to a future Hall of Famer and with a huge ‘W’ in her ledger.
Dream pulled Miss Mustang into a shoulder to shoulder embrace.
“I’m jealous, young lady,” Lisa said, raising Heather’s astonishment level another couple notches. “So many great years ahead of you. So much talent. I mean you’re not perfect.”
Crofton turned warily to meet Lisa’s eyes.
“But who is?”
The Yellow Rose and the Ultimate Image shard a chuckle, Crofton’s more nervous than Lisa’s. They strode to the ropes and slip through to leave Mist to collect the softly stirring Brewster.
They dropped to the floor in unison and left together, still shoulder to shoulder, not under the sounds of O Fortuna but Heather’s music, as odd a couple as one might care to imagine, but one for which the FAWNatics provide a standing ovation.
DANCE MONKEY:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=gADgM89skZQ
From stage right, the flaxen-haired fighter cheerily moved to center stage recently living her best life with a statement-making win over future Hall of Famer Cynthia Mitchell and another over hot property Danica Dadal. What she lacked in experience, the fresh-faced grappler had with the energy of youth and a sweet disposition to which members of the audience were naturally drawn.
HEATHER CROFTON
Heather’s excitement over a shot at the regular booking to FAWN’s big shows was palpable, the moniker of breakthrough being tossed in her direction providing her extra vivacity. The babyface blonde strutted in time with the catchy ditty.
She spun through a pirouette and vogued for the delighted devotees, a vision in yellow.
The two-piece gear included spandex boy-cut trunks and a cross-shoulder top, the side of the shorts includes a window of crisscrossed strips. She completed the outfit with white pads and boots.
( i.imgur.com/4SRiQzy.jpg ) (without the snorkel gear and in yellow)
The rookie offered a brawny double-bicep pose but with a smirking hint of understanding her guns were small caliber. She pranced down the aisle, bouncing from side to side, slapping hands, joyous with a further opportunity to show the fans what she could do.
In the last several strides, the Texan took off in a sprint, sliding in under the bottom rope on her palms and chest. She pushed to her feet and waggled through several exuberant, hip-swiveling spins as her music slowly faded.
The Lone Star Girl backpedaled to her corner as the Announcer took the opportunity to provide her introduction.
“Ladies and gentlemen, tonight’s next match is one fall with a twenty minute time limit. Introducing first, fighting out of Grapevine, Texas, she stands at five feet four inches tall and weighs in at one hundred and twenty-two pounds. Allow me to present to you, Miss Mustang... HEATHER CROFTON!”
The bubbly blonde leapt into the air, dropping into a set of splits. She pumped her first at the crowd, drawing an ovation that grew when she shifted to a tiny ball, kipped to her feet, and climbed to the middle ropes of her corner, shouting “Whaddya say, y’all?!”
The throng responded with a feisty endorsement until all eyes turned to the stage above, expectations high to see Miss Mustang’s foe.
A moment of silence before the Announcer sent a shiver down the collective spines of the assembled. “And introducing her opponent, being accompanied to the ring by Sierra Mist, she hails from Oxrun Station, Connecticut, stands five feet six inches tall and weighs in tonight at one hundred and twenty-nine pounds, she is the Weeping Angel… ADELAIDE BREWSTER!”
The FAWNatics growled and grumbled concern for Miss Mustang once the speakers flowed into the ominous synth beat at the heart of Harlo’s ‘You Might Be The Killer.’ With it came a departure of the lights, gloom reigning in the arena until a series of spotlights raced from the ring to the stage in a pattern quite reminiscent of a racing pulse.
YOU MIGHT BE THE KILLER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=OIQ36Q3SSeY
I was on the hunt for blood
You were feeling lost in love
All it took was just one look and you were into me
I wish that i could cut you free
But you're already in too deep
You feel the curiosity of what we could be
A figure appeared in the light at the top of the stage, not the Nosferhotu but her new friend (and own personal Renfield) disgraced medical student Sierra Mist. Seemingly unconcerned by the sounds, lights or surroundings, Mist reached up and undid the knot of the bright green scarf at her throat, then pulled it away to reveal signs of a earlier feeding.
SIERRA MIST:
Baby if it's on don't hesitate
I promise you I'll be your best mistake
You found me for a reason, call it fate
'Cause it's feeling great
The night's about to get real
We're going in for the kill
This is power, it's not cold-hearted
And we're just getting started
The lights went out again and when they returned Adelaide was directly behind Sierra, her face lowered to the brunette’s neck for a little pre-match boost. Sated for the moment, Brewster circled around in front of the little brunette and ‘PFWOOOOSHED!’ a cloud of red skyward as she started down the aisle.
ADELAIDE BREWSTER:
For tonight‘s meal the Sanguinaire wore a stygian black two-piece done in crushed velvet that showed off the power in her hips and shoulders in almost agonizing detail. The look was accented with a clunky silver belt complete with a buckle done up as a snarling wolf’s head and matching black boots and pads.
Reaching the ring quickly without a single glance at the unworthy meat gathered ‘round the killing floor, Adelaide stopped a few steps shy of the apron and held her ground while Sierra took point in climbing onto the apron. Turning to face the Daughter of Darkness, Mist sat on the middle rope and pushed down while using one hand to push the top rope up. Her free hand she extended to Adelaide, then swept toward the squared circle. “Come in, won’t you?” Properly invited, Brewster sprang onto the apron and swept through the strands to take up residence in the center of the ring. A second plume of mist stippled the canvas with red several seconds before Al Carpenter hurried over to finish his petty ablutions. Adelaide paid them no mind, her eyes were locked on the blonde ingenue.
Heather managed to keep her breathing steady during those last several seconds of pre-match formalities. Her heartbeat however was anything but, it fluttered like a moth under glass, seemingly desperate to burst forth and escape before the bell--CLANG! Crofton started ever so slightly at the sound of the bell, she'd have sworn it small enough that no one noticed and yet the corners of Brewster's mouth ticked up in a faint, knowing smile. Steeled by the notion that Adelaide thought she was actually afraid, Miss Mustang rolled her shoulders, then raised her hands and set out on a journey to the center of the squared circle.
Adelaide watched the chattel advance, allowing her to make it most of the way to her goal before she pushed off the buckles without so much as a word of warning. Heather's eyes went wide at the former World Champ's abrupt approach but rather than hop back or spin to one side she actually threw herself forward into a Collar-&-Elbow so energetic it actually rocked the taller wrestler back on her heels! Delighted cheers from the FAWNatics as Crofton forced Brewster to cede two or three skidding steps. They would've grown all the louder if the Countess hadn't planted her back foot like a kickstand to bring the blonde's progress to a grinding halt.
“Running in the direction of your fears? That's quite admirable, little one.” Adelaide murmured as she took stock of the Texan's brawn.
“You've only got two inches on me.” Heather huffed. “And I'm sure as heck not scared of--”
Brewster drew her her in, then shoved her away, Crofton flying backward to land with a flat 'THA-WHAM!' that echoed throughout the arena! It looked like an ugly landing yet the Girl from Grapevine must've been fine because she immediately tumbled offa her shoulders to come up on one knee with her eyes locked on the brunette.
“Don't lie to me, chattel.” Brewster wasn't smiling now. “The concern is writ large all of your face. And if you continue this insolence I'll make sure that concern is splattered all over the canvas by the time this story is over.”
Heather narrowed her eyes, she was really beginning to dislike this chick. Smacking both hands against the mat, she popped to her feet and countered, “You talk a spooky game, that's for sure. But ya know what? I bet you're a lot less spooky once you've been punched in the mouth.”
Eyes flashing, Adelaide spread her arms wide to beckon the blonde forth. “Bring your pitchforks and torches, my brave little heroine. The terrors of Castle Brewster await NNNGGHHH!”
Not about to overlook a free shot, Heather joined her hands into a single fist, stepped in and swung 'em like a baseball bat that struck the taller woman's sternum! The Polish Hammer staggered Brewster, almost dropping her to one knee as the Summer Swelter crowd bellowed with joy! Crofton was smiling too, the blonde clearly caught up in the reaction even though she'd intended to put Brewster on her ass with the blow. Otherwise undaunted, she drew her right hand tight across her chest (almost like she was going to pat her left shoulder) to ensure there was plenty of 'oomph' on the trio of Knife-Edge Chops she cra-cra-CRAAACKED across the brunette's chest!
Heather knew they landed flush, she could feel each impact reverberating through her fingers, yet Brewster barely staggered half a step with each shot. Capitalizing on her foe's resilience by snatching one hand in a snug Wristlock, Heather stepped back, dropped her hips and tossed Adelaide toward the opposite side courtesy an Irish Whip. The crowd urged Crofton to keep the pressure on and that's exactly what she did, the Lone Star Girl galloping after Brewster at such a pace she was only a couple steps behind when the Sanguinaire turned around and--“OOOOFFFHHH!” Heather thumped Brewster's belly with a Kneelift and that one did put the brunette on her butt, or at least, drop it sagging and sullen atop the second strand.
“You just stay right there, spooky.” the blonde clouted Adelaide across the chest with a Forearm Smash to emphasize her point. “I'll be back for you real quick!” Crofton wheeled around on one foot and shot across the ring trailed by another wave of applause. Said wave changed its tone considerably as she was about to bounce off the strands, meaning Heather didn't see what had changed until she turned around. When she did her eyes went wide because Adelaide was no longer in the ropes. The Weeping Angel was more than halfway across the squared circle and in the span between heartbeats she--“HHHHRRRRGGHHH!” from Heather and sympathy from the crowd when Brewster repaid the Kneelift with interest, the former World Champion THUMPING the beefy plank of her left thigh into Crofton's tummy with enough force to flip the blonde over onto her butt! Sierra clapped politely while the FAWNatics booed vociferously, a duet that Adelaide ignored in favor of making minor adjustments to her togs.
As for Heather, she had one hand braced against the mat, another pressed to the spot Brewster had so emphatically skewered. She'd managed to draw a couple deep breaths when the Daughter of Darkness buried both hands in her hair and hauled her to boot-leather. Eyes going wide as the need to escape Brewster's clutches crashed to the forefront of her mind, the Girl from Grapevine reached over her shoulders with both hands and returned the favor, Heather snatching onto Adelaide's dark locks to draw her in for an impromptu Stunn--“EEEEEERRRRGGHHH!”
The blonde cried out in shock and dismay when Brewster relinquished the hair-hold and raaaaaaaaaaaaked her talons down Crofton's back! “Don't flee now, chattel.” Adelaide murmured as she walked down Heather to resume her previous grip. “You were just starting to interest me.”
Heather twisted around and fired off a few punches to the veteran's midsection, but Brewster merely soaked them up en route to smudging her up against the ropes. Some extremely aggressive tugging earned yelps from Crofton and a warning from Carpenter, the combined efforts of which caused Adelaide to take a giant step back and torque her hips in a violent half circle that sent the Texan flying across the ring! Heather landed flat on her back with an unpleasant THUMP only to sit up at once, the yellow-clad battler now focusing her ministrations on the small of her back.
HAIR PULL TOSS:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=tMfu5u5SrCg
She heard feet approaching from behind but was too short of breath to muster a guard before Brewster strolled up and delivered a pair of swift stomps between her shoulders! “It seems that you intend to lead me on a spirited chase.” Brewster noted after she'd grabbed her foe by the scruff of the neck. “I appreciate the sentiment a great deal, there's nothing more bland than prey with sluggish blood.”
Heather was on her feet now, the youngster's features twisting in a grimace as Adelaide took hold of her left wrist and deftly bent it back behind her head in that painful upside-down Hammerlock that served as precursor to the Heart Pun--CRACK! Crofton lashed out with her right hand to smite Brewster across the mouth with a cheer (and welt) raising Bitch Slap! Brewster reeled on the spot without actually relinquishing her grip on the blonde's wrist, yet the look of 'wha hoppen?' surprise on her face was so satisfying Heather couldn't help but snap, “Anything about that feel sluggish to you, babyYRRGGGHH!”
The Queen of Nightmares surged forward and THWHUNKED her head into the bridge of Heather's nose with enough force to drop the blonde to one knee! But the Hammerlock kept her at least partially vertical, so Brewster took the opportunity to shift Crofton's captured wrist from one hand to the other before hoisting her up for a straight right hand that PWAAAKED against the swell of Heather's left breast! The Heart Punch dropped Heather like a sack of mail and Adelaide showed her even less respect by placing a foot atop her chest so Carpenter could count the...
ONE...
TWO...
THRNOOOO!
Crofton swatted the brunette's boot aside and rolled over onto her stomach so Brewster couldn't get at her chest again. This denial mustn't have bothered the Weeping Angel too much because she dropped to one knee and set the bony joint against the nape of Crofton's neck. From there she snatched a handful of hair and cranked Heather's head back at a painfully awkward angle. “Your strategy is an interesting one, chattel. Someone who dared face me before, I'm guessing the foolhardy rock climber, told you that too much adrenaline makes the blood bitter and unpalatable. Therefore all you have to do is provoke me to such an extent that my retaliation takes you from delectable to disgusting. Is that accurate, would you say?”
“Duuuuhh...don't even think about nibbling on me, you lunatic.” Heather was squirming to get out from under the Sanguinaire without much success. “I feel so much as a nip and I promise HHHHNNNGGGGHH!”
Brewster smashed her head against the canvas and scrubbed it back & forth until Al reached 'THREE!' on his count. “You will feel a great deal before this night is through you insolent scrap of fluff.” Adelaide proclaimed as she dragged the Lone Star Girl back to boot-leather with a sturdy handful of shoulder-straps. “And no matter the emotions that skitter across your fevered brain, be they anguish or ecstasy, rest assured that the last PHYSICAL sensation you experience will be my teeth in the side of your neck!”
On that cheery note Brewster stuffed Heather's head beneath her left arms before ensnaring both arms in a brawny Double Underhook. Hands locked, Adelaide dipped her knees and muscled the blonde up and over before dropping to her belly to THAWHAM Crofton onto the thinly-sheathed plywood courtesy of a Butterfly Suplex!
BUTTERFLY SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=B4NPacEEVfI
One of Heather’s hands shot to the base of her spine, the other to the back of her skull as the blonde ended on a hip and shoulder, grimacing in pain. The discomfort was distracting enough, Crofton didn't notice Brewster scurry to the ropes at the Texan’s side.
The Weeping Angel flew into the middle cable, grabbing the top for a moment before taking flight in a U-turn and dropping an elbow out of the slingshot into the blonde’s open rib-cage, drawing a yip and spasm from the increasingly bruised Yellow Rose.
“Time for a little taste, chattel.”
Adelaide drew the Lone Star Girl to her feet then gutted the youngster with a deep kick to the solar plexus. Brewster wrapped an arm around the back of the stooped Heather’s neck and pressed a palm into her foe’s midriff.
Showing incredible strength for her sinewy frame, the Daughter of Darkness launched Heather off the canvas until the Texan’s boot soles were pointed to the rafters. In a sweet, swinging motion, Adelaide dropped Crofton to her backside as she sat out, a wincing Heather landing between the ‘V’ of Brewster’s stems. Instantly, Adelaide’s arms slipped around the throat and head of the vulnerable blonde, encircling her foe’s neck in a Rear Naked Choke.
REAR NAKED CHOKE @ 1:28
www.youtube.com/watch?v=RSTJGaev3kQ
Heather flailed into survival mode, Miss Maverick squirming as the Weeping Angel’s limbs cinched tight and slowed the blood flow to her foe's brain. Dipping her chin in tight to the nape of Heather’s supple trapezius, Adelaide flashed her pearlies and gave a peck.
The feel of teeth to skin reflexively drew a swinging elbow to the temple that punished Brewster for her ravenous nature. Before Adelaide could return to a standard technique and remove her head as a target, Crofton THUMPED the elbow in a couple more times. With Adelaide’s grip loosened, Heather escaped her foe’s clutches and rolled out under the bottom rope.
Putting boot leather to arena floor, a harried Heather checked her neck for leaks. Inside, a risen Brewster feinted a charge and Crofton stumbled into an apprehensive backpedal until she hit the steel barricade behind her.
Sierra pokes her head around a ring-post, grinning.
“Not quite the same bravado when the mistress gets a craving for your flavor, hmmh?” Mist hissed.
Miss Mustang put some distance between herself and Adelaide’s…whatever.
As the Daughter of Darkness smacked her lips seductively, she also bid Crofton re-entry, waving her in as Carpenter started a count.
“It’s crass to make me chase. Return to my domain.”
Heather gave a look at Al as if to ask ‘is she for real?’ and Carpenter’s silent facial response was ‘oh hell yeah’.
Still, Crofton carefully climbed the ring steps and entered. She stepped to Brewster but ducked under another Collar-and-Elbow, sneaking behind and applying a Waistlock. The Yellow Rose avoided a couple elbows of Adelaide and lifted Brewster off her feet when the Weeping Angel pivoted to the point of being off balance.
The blonde dropped Adelaide to all fours, riding her like an amateur grappler. Heather slipped her arms under those of her adversary then locked her fingers behind Brewster’s neck in a Full Nelson. Crofton smooshed Adelaide’s features into the mat, keeping her foe’s bared pearlies far away.
“And pray what do you plan to do NGGGGH.”
Brewster’s condescending commentary was interrupted when Crofton alternated knees to the ribs with thumping thrusts of features to canvas. Lifting the quieted creature to her feet as she rose, Heather spun Adelaide to face her and jaw-jacked the dark-haired grappler with a wicked European Uppercut.
With Brewster on rubbery legs, Crofton walked through the graveyard by pulling Adelaide into a tight embrace, Miss Mustang securing a Bear Hug that brought a cold shiver down her spine, knowing how close she was to offering her foe lunch. But Brewster wasn't in condition, at least not before the Lone Star Girl was able to send Adelaide flipping to a collision with the canvas via a Belly-to-Belly Suplex.
BELLY TO BELLY SUPLEX @ 00:03
www.youtube.com/watch?v=8HYdCwrUYXQ
Seeing her mistress in a dazed state, Sierra reached under the bottom cable to grab Brewster by a wrist and pull her to safety, but instead got a different taste of a riled Crofton, Heather NAILING Mist with a Dropkick to the chin that delivered Sierra to the thinly-padded cement.
As Miss Mustang climbed to her feet, Adelaide’s doing the same. The blonde shoved her foe into the nearest corner and gave her thirsty counterpart a Love Tap, her signature double-barreled overhand slap to Adelaide’s cleavage. The impact ROCKED Brewster deep into the buckles and Heather took advantage, the Lone Star Girl ascending to the middle cables, a boot on either side of the corner.
Grabbing Brewster’s dark mane, Heather pulled Adelaide’s head back and raised a jaunty right fist, for which the FAWNatics pop like it’s the most powerful in the organization.
THUMP. THUMP. THUMP!
Heather laid tightly clenched digits to her foe’s forehead, reaching a full glorious TEN before bounding off her perch, landing on the deck and grasping a whipping wrist.
Crofton pivoted and sent Adelaide careening across the canvas, the Daughter of Darkness spinning into a back-first collision with enough force to send Brewster staggering back toward the center.
As the Weeping Angel stumbled toward her, Heather turned and raced to the ropes behind her, rebounding and racing toward her inscrutable antagonist.
The energetic blonde leapt into a hopeful Crossbody splash, seeking to flatten Brewster. Alas, the Daughter of Darkness remained vertical with Heather in her clutches, the wide-eyed blonde perpendicular across the chest of Adelaide.
A mewling, squirming Crofton knew she’s made a huge mistake and fights to rectify at least until Adelaide genuflected and dropped the Lone Star Girl’s spine across her bent knee.
Crofton howled in anguish, the agony only growing when Brewster’s attempt to snap the backbone of her prey grew more pronounced. Adelaide pressed a palm down on either side of Crofton’s frame, one hand conspicuously on Heather’s throat, the other on a thigh.
“So nice of you to serve, my delicious little girl.”
PENDULUM BACKBREAKER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=WSHS6QvSezo
Not one of the Sanguinaire's words suggested she was looking for a submission, yet Carpenter closed in on the action anyway because he didn't much care for the ever shrinking gap between the canvas and the crown of Crofton's skull. “What do you say, Heather?” the lanky zebra questioned from what he judged as minimum safe distance. “You need me to call it?”
“Nuuuhhh.... NO!” The Texan raised her left hand, which had been scrabbling at Brewster's grip on her chin and waggled a defiant index fingers to let everyone know she wouldn't go gently into that not so good night. “No, I don't submiNNGGHH!”
Sympathetic groans from the FAWNatics and a delighted cackle from Sierra Mist when Adelaide relinquished her chin-push just long enough to deliver a whip-crack Bitch Slap to the blonde's drum taut tummy! “If you're not going to shriek to the heavens,” Brewster sounded mildly irritated as she resumed her unlicensed chiropractic efforts, “the least you can do is suffer in silence.”
“What's the matter, don't like it when your dessert talks back?” Crofton's voice was strained, though there was an undeniable thread of sass that Brewster didn't care for in the slightest. “That's too bad, spooky. Because I'm gonna keep running my mouth until you learn how to work this BackbreakOOOOOWWWW GAAAAAAAH!”
The Queen of Nightmares moved her left hand from Heather's thigh to her tummy, a shift that would've alleviated at least some of the blonde's pain if the former World Champion hadn't crooked her index finger into a miniature spear and jammed it into Crofton's belly button! “You GREATLY overstate your placement on the menu, chattel.” Adelaide chuckled over the start of a spirited 'PLEASE DON'T TAP!' chant. “You don't possess the requisite sweetness to pass as a satisfying dessert. As it stands you're barely an appetizer, more of an amuse-bouche to at least temporarily sate my hunger while I search for more interesting prNGH!”
Crofton brought her left knee up fast, driving it into Brewster's flank in an awkward but effective blow. “I'll make sure you choke on every bite.” Heather groaned after another Kneelift forced Adelaide to abandon the navel gouging to better control the blonde's legs. “You may feast, but I promise you won't enjoy a single bitTAAARRHH OOOOOOHHHHHH DAMMIT!”
The Weeping Angel changed focus yet again, curling her left hand into a wicked talon that she affixed to the center of Crofton's sunny yellow briefs! “Don't think of this as torture, it's not even a submission, if I'm being honest.” Brewster's tone was remarkably calm for someone eliciting such awful shrieks from her adversary. “This is merely advanced tenderization. The correct term for this particular technique is Jacquarding, though chattel such as yourself might know it better as needl--”
“SCREW YOU!” Heather curled her right hand into a fist and swung for Adelaide's jaw, but one strong pulse of the brunette's clutching grip was enough to throw the effort wildly off course. Loathing the feeling of nauseated panic radiating out from her center, Crofton waved off another inquiry from the official before crooking her left arm into a 'V' so she could pound away at her tormentor's right hip and flank. “Get outta my trunks!” the Yellow Rose rasped as she poured a great deal of energy into bludgeoning her way out of Adelaide's grip. “Get out! Get out! Get NNNGGGHH!”
Brewster let loose on both ends, joined her hands into a single fist and promptly slammed it down on the blonde's gulping tummy! Heather coughed, jolted offa Brewster's knee and hit the deck with a sweaty plop, though observant FAWNatics noted (and appreciated) that the youngster retained enough awareness to flop over onto her side, thus preventing the veteran from attempting an immediate cover. If this bothered the brunette it didn't show on her face, indeed the Weeping Angel looked downright stoic when she buried a hand in Crofton's battle-damp locks and dragged her to her feet in a series of awkward, painful yanks.
Snuggling in behind the Lone Star Girl once she was mostly upright, Brewster reached around with both hands and laid claim to Heather's left wrist in her right hand and vice versa. “I do believe it's time I sampled tonight's offering.” her voice was soft and mean in Crofton's ear. “I'm not expecting much, but perhaps you'll prove more sophisticated than--”
“Choke on me, freak-show.” Heather growled. “Choke on grrrhhhRRRRRGGGHHHHHH!”
Adelaide drew the straitjacket tight across Crofton's midsection, then leaned in and sank her teeth into the left side of the smaller wrestler's neck! It hurt more than just about anything Heather had encountered during her career thus far and that included her most recent bout of suffering over the brunette's knee, yet Crofton refused to do more than groan as Brewster gnawed, nipped and yes, licked, at her neck.
Eventually Al hurried over and said, “Enough of that, Adelaide. You let her go right now, understand?” The Daughter of Darkness only rolled her eyes and continued to sample, forcing the ref to start a brisk count that reached 'FOUR!' before Brewster lifted her muzzle. Not that this meant freedom for Heather Crofton, her arms were still trapped in the straitjacket which meant she had no way to protect her head when Adelaide got low and popped her hips, the former World Champion taking the ingenue up, over and DOWN onto the back of her head with a gorgeous German Suplex. Up on tiptoes well before her prey hit the deck, Brewster maintained that arrogant bridge while Al and the rest of the chattel counted out...
STRAITJACKET GERMAN SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=p11t2rcpQWs
ONE...
TWO...
THRENOOOOOOOO!
Heather wrenched free of the Countess' grasp with a whisper to spare, much to the delight of those gathered beneath the roof of the FAWN Arena. As for Adelaide herself, she never looked delighted unless she was inflicting misery upon her prey, yet she certainly didn't look unhappy as she filled both hands with the Texan's shoulder-straps and scraped her off the mat. Once again behind her blonde, Brewster traded in the Straitjacket for a Double Chickenwing, that neutralized Crofton's arms while applying unpleasant strain to her shoulders. “Don't think I'm content with a single sip, chattel.” Adelaide yanked up on her grip, forcing the younger wrestler onto tiptoe. “Your skills may be lacking, but your neck has so much more to--”
Heather brought her right foot up fast and down much faster, the aggressive stomp forcing Brewster to adjust her own stance to avoid a painful toe smashing. This was followed by an aggressive backward Headbutt that grazed the brunette's chin, Crofton doing everything in her power to create some separat--“NNNNGGGHHH!” Adelaide countered with her own Headbutt, one that smashed into the nape of Heather's neck! She followed with two more identical blows, then unleashed more than half a dozen left-right-left Kneelifts to the Lone Star Girl's hapless buttocks. It wasn't pretty offense but it did the job just fine judging by Crofton's expression which shifted from defiant to dazed to demoralized in the course of perhaps ten seconds.
Eventually the Weeping Angel halted her barrage only to lean in close and once again sink her teeth into the welt left by her previous snack! No toothy tease this, Brewster made Heather shriek, the blonde's eyes clenched shut, her jaw thrown open in mindless agony while Carpenter barked out an angry count. 'FOUR!' brought relief from the bite, but no end to the suffering as Adelaide dipped down and popped her hips to fling Crofton halfway across the squared circle via a Tiger Suplex.
TIGER SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=nobEAIg62Y8
Rolling to one knee in the wake of that ring-rattling toss, Brewster made a show of adjusting her outfit and wiping a thumb across her bottom lip before rising to her full height. A few long strides brought her to Heather, who was stretched out on her stomach with one arm wrapped across the back of her head and one hand pressed to the side of her neck. Brewster paid these defenses no mind, she simply helped herself to Crofton's hair and dragged her upright. “Do you still wish to fight, chattNGH!” Heather fired off a trio of body shots that answered the brunette's question without doing any real damage.
Adelaide provided a rebuke in the form of a Kneelift that skewered her foe's navel, though the grip on her hair kept the Texan from crumpling once more. Spinning Crofton in a half circle, the Daughter of Darkness slipped her head beneath one armpit, strapped her other arm across the younger wrestler's waist and finally pressed her free hand to Crofton's backside. From there it was a simple thing to boost her up onto one shoulder, but rather than deposit her on the mat with another Suplex, she walked over to the closest corner and set Heather down on the top buckle facing the audience. With Crofton suitably positioned, Brewster shifted a hand to the blonde's hair and sloooowly drew her back until she was suspended parallel to the canvas.
“BREAK!” Heather called to Al. “HAIR TOO! GET HER OFFA ME, WOULD NNNGGGHH!”
Adelaide stepped off and brought her right leg up to kick the hanging blonde between the shoulders! “There's another long count between you and freedom, chattel.” the brunette smirked in the midst of delivering more kicks to her opponent's spine. “Do you think you'll be in any condition to challenge me by the time help arriNGH! NGH! NGH!”
Crofton reached over her right shoulder with both hands and laced her fingers across the back of Adelaide's noggin! In the next instant she yanked the brunette in close and deftly prized her right leg loose of the corner so she could thun-thun-THUNK a trio of Kneelifts between Brewster's eyes! Now it was Adelaide trying to free herself from the Texan's grip, but Crofton held on tight until she slipped her other leg free of the turnbuckle. Bracing both feet against the top rope, the Yellow Rose pushed up and over to land on her knees while Brewster was THWHAMMED down full force on the back of her head and shoulders!
TEXAS TOAST:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=-y9VvOg6S64
Reeling back on her haunches in the wake of that thunderous slice of Texas Toast, Heather threw herself across the brunette's chest and cradled the far leg for a shocking...
ONE...
TWO...
Brewster punched her right shoulder off the canvas, sending a groan through the crowd. But the tone quickly changed, a rhythmic clap breaking through the arena. Heather responded, kipping to her feet and pumping a fist.
The twice-bitten but seemingly re-energized Crofton considered her options. When Adelaide rose to a seated position with a jerk, those options become more urgent and she scooted toward the ropes in front of the Weeping Angel.
The Lone Star Girl returned at full speed and leaps into a Basement Crossbody of the brunette, splattering Brewster back to horizontal. The momentum caused the Texan to roll off her foe, so Crofton passed on a pin, instead following through with a hop to her feet.
BASEMENT CROSSBODY:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=AHc7zfSXTI0
Heather turned to survey the damage and found the unearthly Adelaide again half-risen. Snorting in frustration, Crofton surged forward and PLANTED a stern Soccer Kick into the lower spine of Brewster, Adelaide’s upper body lurching forward then remaining curved in an arch.
With the Daughter of Darkness leaning forward, Miss Mustang went to the well again, hitting the rubber-coated steel of the cables and sprinting from Adelaide’s six. The blonde leapt, tucking into a ball in mid-air, and THUMPED Brewster with a modified Meteora, Heather’s knees landing across the shoulder blades of her adversary and forcing Adelaide’s face into the thinly-sheathed plywood between Brewster’s extended legs with a heavy THUNK!
REVERSE METEORA:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=7WoKR3G7MB4
As Crofton somersaults away from the impact, Adelaide’s body sprang open like a jackknife after the collision of braincase to mat, Brewster staring blankly at the rafters in a starfish.
Feeling her oats, a positively vibrating Heather headed for the buckles nearest the downed countess. She scaled the buckles with a single bound and turned toward her target, ready to go all 450 on the freak with her signature Don’t Mess With Texas.
“Let’s see if you’re so toothy after being pancaked,” Heather muttered to herself as she dipped into a crouch for launch.
But as she’s ready to spring, Sierra Mist, having climbed to the apron, shoved a palm into Crofton’s spandex-covered bum, sending Heather flipping forward into an unscheduled Senton from the top that fell short of Sierra’s splayed mistress.
The rattle of the ring was pronounced with Crofton’s crash-and-burn, Heather’s face twisted in pain, her spine arching in anguish.
For her part, Mist was read the riot act by Carpenter. She dropped to the floor, raising her hands plaintively in innocence despite being seen by every set of eyes in the house. Reaching his limit, a red-faced Al showed Sierra the door, pointing emphatically up the ramp.
Mist flew into hysterics, the wild gyrations only increasing when the crowd started chanting ‘nah-nah-nah-nah, hey-hey-hey, good bye’.
Protesting every step of the way, Mist made her exit. But the damage was done, Brewster was suddenly on even terms with her appetizer. Both women struggled to their feet, Adelaide reaching vertical a half-second before the blonde.
It made every difference as the Daughter of Darkness leapt to the Texan. Tucking her legs tight, she wrapped her laced fingers behind the neck of Crofton while pressing her knee caps into the chest of the Yellow Rose. Falling to the deck, gravity did its worst with an Inverted Lungblower to the baby-faced blonde. The impact sent Heather flying, rocked by the force of the blow. She landed with a meaty THUD, half-pained, half-dazed.
On her back, Adelaide again jerked to a seated position, this time an appearance of satisfaction on her flawless features. The Weeping Angel pushed to her feet and deliberately strode to Heather, Crofton lightly rocking from side to side, trying to recover enough to respond.
Adelaide reached to gather her meal when Heather snatched the approaching wrist with both hands, pulled Brewster off her feet and into a Small Package for the…
ONE…
TWO…
A squirming countess broke free, popping to her feet, blood in her eyes. She pounded a series of stomps into the blonde’s breadbasket and RIPPED Heather to her feet.
“Perhaps you’re not a trifle,” Adelaide growls as she bullied Heather deep into a set of cables, “but you are mine.”
Brewster flung Crofton to the opposite strands, following behind to center stage, waiting for the headlong return of the Yellow Rose. The dark-haired grappler pivoted and LEVELED Heather with a Back Elbow to the chin, the Texan’s legs flying out in front of her as she THUMPED against the deck.
Adelaide stared down at the spreadeagled Heather, licking her lips as the FAWNatics raisd the volume of their jeers. Brewster scoffed at the masses and YANKED a rubbery Crofton to her feet. Again, Brewster hurled the Lone Star Girl off on a ride with an Irish Whip, sending Heather dashing into a back-first collision with a corner.
Brewster followed her feast, goring the bruised tummy of the Texan with a Spear that nearly touched Crofton’s derriere to the ring post so far was she folded between the top and middle buckles. The Weeping Angel pulled her shoulder and Crofton back but only to lay the blonde across the middle ropes on either side of the corner, Miss Mustang placed on an altar to Adelaide’s Twitch of the Death Nerve.
Hopping to the bottom rope, Brewster springboarded into the sky above the single file that was the offered Heather. Adelaide tucked lower limbs at her zenith then plummeted, DRIVING her knees into the battered abdomen of the Texan, splattering Heather to the canvas, Crofton yelping as she swaddles her midriff with both arms.
TWITCH OF THE DEATH NERVE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Nz3RZTmhuAQ
Adelaide ended on all fours next to the moaning Heather and rolled her foe toward the middle, away from the saving strands.
“Time for you to sleep. I prefer my prey stilled when I drink.”
Brewster folded Crofton’s left arm with one hand then started wrapping her arm around the neck of the Texan with the other, attempting to bring the stubborn Lone Star Girl to Near Dark.
But a spastic, flailing Heather, apparently well aware of the danger she’s in, rotated her frame, reaching out a leg and draping it over the bottom rope. Instantly, she choked out a chirping plea of “BREAK!”
Carpenter amplified and insisted, a thwarted and exasperated Brewster releasing her now fully secured finisher at ‘FOUR’.
Not taking a chance the Daughter of Darkness won’t simply pull her to the middle and reapply, Crofton rolled out of the ring, shaking out her wounded wing. Heather stayed on the move on the arena floor, not wanting to offer the Weeping Angel a stationary target.
A risen Adelaide moved to the ropes nearest her quarry.
“You’re only making me more ravenous, chattel. There is something to be said for playing ‘hard to get’.”
“Oh, you’re going to find out, I’m not playing,” Heather replied.
“Then in you come,” Brewster invites. “Show me.”
Heather felt like one big ache, her neck and her gut were particularly sore and she didn't relish the idea of letting Adelaide within dancing distance again, yet she earned a loud roar of approval from those assembled when she stepped forward and placed a knee on the edge of the apron. Carpenter moved in to draw Brewster away from the strands, though this proved unnecessary because the Weeping Angel backed to the middle of the ring to allow her tenacious treat safe passage. Crofton watched her for a few seconds just to make sure, then grabbed onto the middle rope and pulled herself up and through. Adelaide welcomed her to the ring with a smile, one that showed more teeth than the Texan cared to see.
“Where's your bravado now, little heroine?” the brunette cooed as Heather maintained her distance. “I'd offer you some liquid courage, but something tells me we partake of different bran--”
Crofton launched herself at Brewster, the determined blonde helping herself to a big ol' handful of hair to keep her foe's head steady for the barrage of punches unleashed upon her hairline. Adelaide hissed but made no complaint to the official, instead she caught hold of the younger battler's flaxen locks and returned fire in kind! Heather groaned without giving any ground, in fact she set her feet and opened it up even more, the Yellow Rose clearly determined to leave her adversary black and blue in the wake of this brutal bludgeon--“OOOOOFFFHHHH!”
Brewster pivoted on one heel and drove a Broadside Kneelift up across Heather's tender tummy with a heavy THWHUMP! Crofton wretched and doubled over at once, the blonde forgetting all about fisticuffs in an effort to keep her insides from making an appearance on the outside. Doing so offered Adelaide the back of her head and while it wasn't a traditional nomming target for the Nosferhotu, she did the next best thing by bringing up her right leg so she could STAMP down on the back of that vulnerable noggin! The force of it straightened Heather up at once, alas verticality proved not just a hindrance but a total calamity as it meant the woozy battler was in perfect position when Brewster whipped around in a circle and came out the far side with an Elbow Smash that THWHACKED offa Crofton's cheek!
AXE & SMASH @ 00:17
www.youtube.com/watch?v=ETQaXSba-Hw
Caught flush by Axe & Smash, a knock-kneed Heather swooned away and would've hit the deck in a facedown sprawl if Adelaide hadn't lunged forward and caught her around the waist. Drawing the Lone Star Girl close, Brewster halved her grip so she could palm the crown of Crofton's skull in her free hand. “It seems I've underestimated you, chattel.” she murmured in Heather's ear. “You're no mere snack. You're a veritable feast of doubt, shame, and terror. And I mean to glut myself upon--”
“Bite me one more time, bitch.” Heather rasped. “And I swear to god I'll--”
“Swear to me.” Brewster whispered half a heartbeat before she leaned down and took her biggest bite yet.
Heather shrieked and stamped her feet, she tried to pull away, tried to fight her way out, but the Queen of Nightmares held fast until she felt the Texan's legs starting to give out. Drawing away with a satisfied flourish, Brewster spun Heather 'round to face her, then snatched a double handful of hair and drew her down into a Standing Headscissors. A strong Waistlock followed, Adelaide gouging her knotted hands into the youngster's fluttering midsection to ensure she was firmly secured when Brewster dipped her knees and flipped / spun Crofton up onto her shoulders for a PowerboNOOOO!
The Lone Star girl floated free of Adelaide's perch, rolled down her back and glommed onto her thighs en route to draw the startled brunette onto her shoulders in an impromptu Sunset Flip! Already surprised, the FAWNatics grew downright incredulous when Heather abandoned her seat in favor of a much wider, splay legged stance that segued into her sitting down full force on Brewster's upturned haunches. Hands pressed to the mat so tight it was a wonder she didn't punch clean through, Crofton held on for dear life while Al and the crowd bellowed out...
ONE...
TWO...
THREE!
Heather was off in an instant, either because Adelaide bucked her clear or because that roiling gut told her it would be safer to celebrate outside the ring. Whatever the cause, it didn't diminish the foundation-shaking cheer when the Announcer confirmed, “Ladies and gentlemen, your winner via pin-fall... HEATHER CROFTON!”
Al was still inside the ring trying to talk down the incensed Countess, so Heather raised her own hand, much to the delight of the aisle-side fans! “THAT'LL TEACH YA!” she shouted at Brewster. “THAT'LL TEACH YA, YOU JERK! BITE ME ALL YOU WANT, IT WON'T STOP ME FROM PINNING YA DOWN ONE, TWO, THRENNNGGGHHHH!”
Miss Mustang's celebration came to a premature end when a returning Sierra Mist clouted the runaway canape across the back of the head with a hellacious Forearm Smash! Hooking onto Crofton at trunks and tresses, Brewster's sneering catspaw tugged hard on both grips to ensure Heather stayed upright while simultaneously inflicting a vile wedgie. Upright didn't mean immobile though, no indeed. With Heather reduced to stunned luggage in her grasp, Sierra stormed the ring she'd so recently been banished from and slung the Lone Star Girl under the bottom rope!
Her unceremonious return drew Al's attention, who immediately pointed a warning finger at Brewster. “Stay away from her, Adelaide. Just grab Mist and head to the back, don't make me call secRRGGH!”
Adelaide stunned the poor dope with a Kneelift to the gut, then dropped him to the deck with a gorgeous Roundhouse that clipped him just behind the ear. Dismissing the fallen official in the blink of an eye, Adelaide 'rounded on Heather, who was slowly struggling to all fours. Seemingly unaware that she back within the confines of Castle Brewster, Crofton looked up, saw Sierra lurking on the outside and bounced to boot-leather in a heartbeat, the wide-eyed blonde spinning in place to locate the looming thre--'PFFWOOOOOSSSSHH!'
Adelaide blew a plume of Red Mist into Heather's face, the cruel claret cloud enveloping the Texan's head like it meant to devour her whole! Miss Mustang shrieked and stumbled backward, both hands flying to her face as she desperately tried to wipe away the awful rose-colored tint. Brewster let her, such useless gestures only meant the chattel's hands were within easy reach and the brunette wasted no time collecting Crofton's right wrist in her left hand. Swinging around behind the younger wrestler drew Heather's arm snug against her own throat, a sign she would've recognized as most threatening if her attention wasn't understandably elsewhere. The crowd however was perfectly aware and they jeered quite loudly, their displeasure growing to cacophonous levels when Brewster crouched down and threaded her other arm between the Texan's thighs. Straightening up with Crofton draped awkwardly across her shoulders, Adelaide turned in a circle to gaze out on every head of lowing chattel that dared raise their voice in protest.
“Don't you dare act surprised.” she hissed. “You should know that I of all people would take dine and dash very seriously.” No one got a chance to offer a rebuttal, the Sanguinaire simply shot up on tiptoe and laid out on her left hip to THAWHAM Heather down on the back of her head and shoulders with a devastating Blood & Black Lace.
BLOOD & BLACK LACE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=ggQhjXPD_fA
Remaining seated after the brutal impact, Brewster raked a hand through her hair, then wiped a thumb across her lower lip. A glance at Sierra made the former med student and current Meals on Heels snap to attention.
“Yes, mistress?”
“Chairs, Sierra. Two of them.” Adelaide said quietly. “I'm going to remind our little heroine that every victory is Pyrrhic while I still draw breath.”
Always eager to comply with the whims of her mad patron, Mist stormed the Timekeeper's Table and grabbed a pair of chairs which she promptly brought into the squared circle. She went to hand one to Brewster, apparently thinking they'd both treat Crofton like a pinata, but Adelaide shook her head 'no'.
“Open them up and arrange them back to back.” she explained. “I'll do the rest.” Sierra set to work at once while the Countess plunged her hands into Heather's hair and scraped her off the mat. “I would've been happy with your blood, little heroine. But this unexpected insolence has raised a raging hunger that won't be satisfied until I've snapped you in half and feasted on the mar-”
“Chuuuhhhh... choke on it, loseNNNNNGGGHHH!”
Heather's breathless defiance ended with a pitiless Kneelift to the crotch, one that allowed Brewster to collect her in another Standing Headscissoors. A quarter turn pointed Crofton's butt at the sides of the chairs that Sierra had arranged and a concerned murmur ran through the FAWNatics as Adelaide wrapped her arms around Crofton's waist. She wasn't content to simply complete the Powerbomb she'd been denied, she meant to drive the blonde down spine-first atop the rounded edges of the seatbacks!
But as Adelaide prepared to launch and destroy the Yellow Rose, the lights dimmed and the classic O Fortuna echoed through the arena, drawing an enormous roar from the crowd.
O FORTUNA:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=EJC-_j3SnXk
A single spot broke the gloom and the noise was doubled in decibels when the Dreamophiles saw their Lisa beneath, shaking her head toward the woman who sent her to hell.
LISA DREAM:
Trying her best not to show concern, Brewster shoved Heather aside as The Dream stalked toward the ring, Mist sent scurrying to the side farthest from the arriving Ultimate Image, Sierra knowing better than anyone what damage Dream could do in any form.
Lisa slid in under the bottom rope and the Daughter of Darkness pounced before Dream could fully reach her feet. Brewster pounded away with closed fists, Mist cheering her mistress on, that was until Lisa drew Adelaide into an embrace, lifts the wide-eyed Brewster, and dropped to one knee, PLANTING Adelaide’s undercarriage on the plank of her raised upper leg.
Inverted Atomic Drop battering her tailbone, Adelaide hopped into the air, hands buried between her thighs, knees knocking.
The Dreamy vision was garbed in her diaphanous pale miniskirt, making her appear an angel to most, certainly for a rising Lone Star Girl.
“Hello, young lady,” Lisa said softly, failing to relieve all the apprehension of a wary Heather. Dream motions to a debilitated Brewster.
“Be my guest.”
Brewster having waddled to turn toward Mist, didn't feel the Texan approach from behind. Crofton slid beside her adversary, hooking Adelaide’s left arm with hers while scooping behind her left leg with her right.
The blonde drew the near lower limb of the Weeping Angel back then violently swings it forward like a pendulum with her Texas Tornado, ripping Adelaide off her feet, the back of Brewster’s skull BANGING off the thinly-sheathed plywood.
TEXAS TORNADO @ 00:27
www.youtube.com/watch?v=AYQacdoLnEM
As Brewster ended in a semi-conscious starfish, Heather popped to her feet, a second pin unnecessary. She pointed threateningly at Sierra.
“Get your ass in here and save her.” Crofton demands.
Mist begged off, hovering but unwilling to risk her hide, particularly with Dream in the vicinity, a woman who nearly ended her FAWN career.
When it becomes clear Sierra wanted none, Heather spun back to Lisa, Dream in a standing straddle of the woman who sent her to the underworld through a portal of bubbling goo. The Ultimate Image gazed down but with an eerily calm smile.
“You know who wants to see you real soon, Addy? The Big Guy Down Under. And I’m going to send you to him. Not out of revenge. But because it’s right.”
The Dream left Adelaide untouched to the displeasure of many Dreamophiles, her attention instead placed on the flaxen-haired favorite in yellow.
“I’m not about to see a Wanna-whatever like that end your hopes and dreams,” Lisa assured.
She extended her hand to a cautious Heather. Crofton looked at it like it’s acid to the touch, but as the FAWNatics cheered Miss Mustang on, she accepted, clasping The Dream’s digits tight.
Lisa lifted Heather’s arm high pointing at the blonde and proclaiming the Lone Star Girl the victor as the crowd roared in delight.
Crofton remained flabbergasted, perhaps not that someone had come to help in her time of need, but that it had not been a member of the Greater Good, instead a woman who some still considered the animation of malice, if now in sheep’s clothing.
With a hint of anxiety remaining in her features, Heather nevertheless enjoyed her moment next to a future Hall of Famer and with a huge ‘W’ in her ledger.
Dream pulled Miss Mustang into a shoulder to shoulder embrace.
“I’m jealous, young lady,” Lisa said, raising Heather’s astonishment level another couple notches. “So many great years ahead of you. So much talent. I mean you’re not perfect.”
Crofton turned warily to meet Lisa’s eyes.
“But who is?”
The Yellow Rose and the Ultimate Image shard a chuckle, Crofton’s more nervous than Lisa’s. They strode to the ropes and slip through to leave Mist to collect the softly stirring Brewster.
They dropped to the floor in unison and left together, still shoulder to shoulder, not under the sounds of O Fortuna but Heather’s music, as odd a couple as one might care to imagine, but one for which the FAWNatics provide a standing ovation.