Post by hawkeye on Jan 9, 2023 1:04:41 GMT
“Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall with a twenty minute time limit. Introducing first, hailing from the Queen City of the South, Charlotte, North Carolina, standing five feet and seven inches, and weighing one hundred and twenty-one pounds... she's the Carolina Reaper... CYNTHIA MITCHELL!”
CONFIDENT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=cwLRQn61oUY
CYNTHIA MITCHELL:
Demi Lovato's 'Confident' hits and as the curtain blew apart as if tossed by a whirlwind, the crowd showing its approval with a noticeably more positive response that's due entirely to their disdain for her opponent tonight, as opposed to any shift in demeanor from smirking FAWN original. Pausing atop the stage to look out over the sold-out crowd, Cynthia raised both arms in a 'V' and twitched her fingers, the brunette beckoning the crowd to get that much louder. Pleased at their immediate compliance, Mitchell strode purposefully to the ring, focused on the battleground. Now that they've done as she asked, she pays no heed to the outstretched hands reaching for her.
For tonight's battle the former World Champion wore her familiar ‘one-piece’--said outfit a deep purple number with a plunging 'V' neckline that goes all the way to her navel, and a backside that generously puts her fabled derriere on ample display. The look's finished with matching purple ankle boots.
Reaching ringside, Cynthia ascended the metal steps and slipped between the ropes, moving to the center, ready for business. Mitchell gave a perfunctory raise of her right arm to acknowledge the fans, but the bulk of her attention remained focused on the curtain and the woman lurking behind it. She supposed she should appreciate the notion that the brat was trying to make a name at her expense, after all, she'd done much the same during her own ascendancy. She should, but she didn't. In fact, Cynthia downright loathed it. But the beating she was about to dish out? The reminder she was about to deliver to the rest of the locker room? Honey, she was gonna LOVE that.
The Announcer resumed his duties moments after Mitchell's anthem faded into the backgroind din. “And introducing her opponent, hailing from Hobbs End, New Hampshire she stands at five feet-eight inches tall and weighs in at one hundred and thirty-two pounds. She is the Soul Survivor and the only Hope of a Dark Tomorrow, I give to you ‘BAD’ PENNY TREMBLAY!”
The lights cut out in the span between heartbeats, darkness descending on the Seasons Beatings carolers before they could even start to jeer. With it came the low hum of a guitar and a repetition of vaguely ecclesiastical ‘oh’s’ that marked the beginning of ‘Walk on Water’.
WALK ON WATER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=FA2w-PMKspo
Jeers did their level best to contend with the Orphan of Midnight's anthem, but the words rolled on heedless of the massed disdain, nor was it enough to halt the arrival of ghostly blue lights or a thin bank of dry ice fog. The Ill Omen appeared moments later, rising into view on a mechanical lift hidden within the dark so it looked as though she appeared from thin air. Taking up residence center stage, Penelope Tremblay gazed around the arena for several long seconds before she raised her left hand to her right shoulder and brushed off some invisible dust. Eyes locked on some point beyond the horizon, she repeated the sigil on her left shoulder, then started down the ramp to the squared circle.
PENNY TREMBLAY:
For her first meeting with the Hellion, Tremblay wore a midnight blue two piece consisting of a sports-bra top and strappy briefs, both edged in copper trim. Pads at knee and elbow were matte gray while her boots matched her trunks. Ignoring the startled jeers of the poor lost sheep crowded against the guardrails, Tremblay made her way down the ramp, then hurried up the steel steps, climbed onto the empty corner and sprang from there to the center of the ring, where she dropped to her knees facing the hard camera A detail noted by those with particularly sharp vision, Penny wore copper-colored eye shadow, a sartorial detail that made every blink glint like the coins placed atop the eyes of the dearly departed. Standing after an appropriate stretch of genuflection, Tremblay stood up and swung around to face the woman who'd been staring holes through her from the instant she appeared on stage. “Ferry's here to take you across the river, heathen.” she murmured. “I hope you're ready to pay the fare.”
Given his charges known penchant for mind games, Merle thought he might have to call Mitchell and Tremblay out of their corners once the bell sounded but that proved not to be the case. Brunette and blonde strode for the center of the ring without a moment's hesitation, each moving like a woman with a serious grudge despite the fact that their only interactions up to this point consisted of shit talk on social media and a rough exchange of shoves at the end of a shared interview with Joanna Coleman earlier in the week. Anyone wondering about subtlety or subterfuge was also disappointed (or at least surprised) as the pair closed ground because there was no slowing down, no effort to circle and feint, just a beeline leading right to--
Penny lashed out with a blink and you'll miss it Bitch Slap that swiveled Cyn's head to a chorus of 'ooooooohhhhh's!' from the FAWNatics. “Just so there's no confusion about the level of respect you can anticipate tonight.” Tremblay cooed to the stone-faced Carolinian. “I don't appreciate lesser relics interrupting my quest for the graiLEERRRGGHHH!”
Mitchell answered with similar quickness, but where Penny had slapped, the former World Champion raked, Cynthia dragggggggging her nails down the blonde's previously unmarred right cheek! “Talk shit, get hit.” Mitchell said pertly. “Everyone knows that, buttercup. Next time keep my family's name out of your mouth when you're begging for attenNGH!”
The Orphan of Midnight jabbed Cynthia square in the mouth, then snatched her by the nape of the neck to hold her steady for several more punches she caromed off the brunette's forehead! Mitchell took this all in stride, which was to say she cursed like a sailor and THUMPED a heavy Broadside Kneelift across her opponent's tummy to disrupt her rhythm. This didn't break the blonde's grip on her hair, not that the Cyn-Ful One minded in the slightest. Rather she helped herself to an identical grip on Tremblay's flaxen locks and fired back with several punches of her own. The resultant exchange of blows showed all the finesse of a hockey brawl and though the capacity crowd bellowed 'LET THEM FIGHT!' it was only a matter of seconds before the intrepid official wedged his way between them to enforce some separation, if not an actual break.
Making a show of plucking a few long blonde strands from her palm, Cynthia tossed them away with a flick of her wrist and said, “That's what you're showing me, honey? You're not ready for Burlingame. Hell, you're not even ready for the Kane'sSSUUGGGHHH!”
Tremblay darted around Merle to tag the veteran's cheek with another scintillating slap, only this time the subsequent hair-pull reeled the middle Mitchell into a harsh Side Headlock. Quick to gouge the point of her hip into Cynthia's temple, the Last True Believer compounded her opponent's misery by aggressively scrubbing her taped wrist back and forth across the brunette's eyes! Mitchell wailed and shouted for Merle's attention, but Penelope constantly twisted around to keep her back to the official so he couldn't call what he couldn't see.
“Who the hell are you these days?” Tremblay's voice was full of disdain as she crooked her scrubbin' hand into a talon she clamped onto the brunette's face. “Who the hell am I wrestling tonight?” she sneered. “Didn't you once beat Olivia Dare into a stupor on the outside to win the World Title? Now here you are bitching and moaning the first time someone scratches your EEERRRGGHHHH!”
Cynthia snagged a handful of her opponent's waistband and yanked it up in a wedgie that took Tremblay's glute coverage from 2/3 to 1/2 in the blink of an eye! No tawdry humiliation this though (at least not yet) as the Carolina Reaper used this handle, along with a few well-timed punches to the blonde's belly, to march her over to the ropes. “BREAK!” Cyn demanded of Merle once she'd grabbed the middle rope in her free hand. The other, still holding the blonde's trunks, pulled a little harder as she ordered, “Break it, buttercup! Or I'll split you in halfOOOOOOOWWWWWW!”
Penny did let go, though she did so with such rapidity that Mitchell couldn't formulate a defense before the blonde scored her from buttocks to shoulders with a gaudy two-handed Back Rake! Cynthia stood up straight and almost lunged for the blonde before deciding to catch her breath at the ropes. After a moment to smooth back her hair and adjust her togs, the brunette replied, “Yeah bitch, I beat 'Liv down on the floor, tossed her back inside and finished things off with a Drop Out to win the biggest prize this promotion has to offer. I'll do the same thing to you, though the prize won't be nearly so impressive. Makes sense though, you're not nearly the challenge she was.”
Penny bared her teeth in a vulpine grin as she deftly undid the adjustment of Mitchell's wedgie. “The claw marks on your fat ass say otherwise, hag. Tell me, which member of that degenerate genetic backwater you call a family is going to wheel you around when this match is over? Sophie? Tamara? Skylar? Or some other doe-eyed, apple-cheeked imbecile that's yet to inflict herself on the public at larNNNNGGGHHHH!”
Cynthia came off the strands showing Bitch Slap only to lash out with a Toe Kick that caught the blonde in the pit of the stomach. Penny folded over so Mitchell snatched her by the ears and reeled her into a Standing Headscissors, the brunette making a point to dish out a healthy squeeze even as she slipped her arms beneath Tremblay's biceps in a Double Underhook. She'd just locked her hands when the Angriest Acolyte sank to one knee, effectively blocking the Drop Out. Cyn didn't miss a beat, she dished out another prolonged squeeze, then got a bit of revenge by dragging her nails up the full length of the blonde's back.
“Might as well kiss the canvas now, buttercup.” she chided Tremblay after a second stinging pass. “At least that way you'll be unconscious when I take a seat on your OOOOWWWWW BITCH!”
Penelope couldn't escape the arm trap so she twisted her head to the side and chomped down on the inside of the veteran's left thigh! The middle Mitchell didn't release either set of hooks but this tenacity played into Tremblay's plan as she stood up (as best she could given the arrangement), then dipped her knees and popped her hips to take the surprised brunette up, over and down to THUMP her down flat on her back! Cynthia's refusal to give up Penny's arms meant the blonde couldn't go anywhere so Tremblay bridged onto her tiptoes to hold Mitchell in place for the...
ONE...
TWO...
Cynthia abandoned the Double Underhook and SLAPPED both hands down on Penelope's tummy to break the predicament simultaneous with 'TWO!'
As if there wasn't enough going on, Mitchell wrapped her arms around the blonde's waist and bore down on the Headscissors even harder than before! “Not gonna be that easy, beeyotch!” Cynthia exclaimed as she rolled onto her side. “You want out? You gotta pay the goddamned toll!”
Tremblay responded by gouging her nails into the Carolinian's thighs but it didn't stop Mitchell from rolling onto her knees and getting to her feet. Trap already baited, Cyn gathered her strength and hoisted Penny up onto her shoulders for a Powerbo-- Tremblay filled both hands with the brunette's hair and yanked her head backward for the sole purpose of spitting into the former World Champion's eye!
Cynthia shrieked and let loose, immediately forgetting about her blonde burden in an effort to clear her vision as quickly as possible. Penny landed on one knee in front of her partially-blinded adversary and pounded a straight right hand into her abdomen to ensure the brunette was gasping for air when the Orphan of Midnight reeled her into a Standing Headscissors of her own. This was followed by an identical Double Underhook that earned a murmur of warning from the sold out crowd, but rather than attempt Mitchell's finisher, Tremblay boosted Cyn skyward so that the toes of her boots pointed into the rafters. Of course this was still a rather dangerous position as Bad Penny demonstrated when she hoisted her foe a little higher, then swung her around ninety degrees and dropped to one knee to THWHUMP the FAWN Original's spine across the post her thigh courtesy a beautiful Double Underhook Backbreaker!
DOUBLE UNDERHOOK BACKBREAKER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=hE_IqkXNtSc
Mitchell jolted away to land on all fours, clambered to her knees immediately thereafter and quickly made her way to the edge of the ring for a reprieve in the ropes. Resting with both arms draped over the middle strand, Mitchell wiped a hand across her bleary eyes and shouted, “Keep that nasty bitch away from me, Merle! And tell her if she spits on me again she can expect to get out of the hospital around EastHHHRRRGGHHH!”
Seemingly unconcerned with the veteran's threats, Penny ran the ropes to Cyn's right and came back at full speed to THWHACK both heels into the redhead's exposed flank with a pinpoint Dropkick! Mitchell bounced away from the ropes and found herself sprawled on the deck whereupon Tremblay splashed sown across her chest and hooked the far leg for...
ROPE HUNG BROADSIDE DROPKICK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=WuTlQKhjcQ8
ONE...
TWO...
Cynthia kicked out with plenty of time to spare and rolled onto her stomach to prevent a follow-up from the incendiary blonde.
“Still having trouble seeing, hag?” Penny planted a knee between Mitchell's shoulders even as she helped herself to a massive double handful of hair. “Let's get you all cleaned up.” There was no kindness in Tremblay's tone and certainly not in her actions as she SLAMMED Cynthia's face against the canvas-sheathed plywood and set about swishing it back and forth as hard as she could!
“Off her hair, Penny!” Merle shouted at once. “Don't make me tell you twice!”
Of course Penny made him tell her twice, she also made him count to 'FOUR!' just to ensure there was absolutely no misunderstanding the zebra's orders. To her credit Tremblay did stop trying to scrub Mitchell's face off, unfortunately for the former World Champ she didn't relinquish her hair-holds. Indeed it was that two-fisted grip that Penny used to haul Cynthia upright. A quick transition to a Wristlock finally shut the zebra up and left the Angriest Acolyte in relative peace as she stepped away from the brunette and slung her toward the far corner with an Irish Whip forceful enough to drop Tremblay to one knee.
The speed of Mitchell's approach didn't leave her a whole lot of time for adjustment, in the end she barely managed to twist around in a half circle thus ensuring that she took the top turnbuckle between the shoulders and not directly to the sternum! Cyn groaned on impact, the volume not enough to overwhelm the tooth-shivering BWUNG that made several floor seat FAWNatics cringe alongside her. The impact set her legs to shivering but the veteran possessed enough wherewithal to throw her arms over to the top strand before she dropped to her bu--THWHUNK! Always happy to punish the admirable qualities in her adversaries, Bad Penny Tremblay rushed in, hopped onto the bottom rope and drilled her right knee into Cynthia's forehead with a High Knee straight from the Book of Wainright.
CORNER HIGH KNEE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=j3JDHq80B-A
Mitchell's noggin snapped backward like someone with a bad case of whiplash, but she stayed upright until Penelope hooked an ankle behind one foot and pulled that leg out from underneath. Robbed of her base,the Carolina Reaper crumpled to her butt with a heavy thud that sent a painful jolt from her tailbone all the way to the nape of her neck. Vaguely aware that the blonde brat was about to stuff her with a faceful of something most unwanted, Mitchell flung an arm over her mouth and gripped the bottom rope with her free hand while barking, “Get her away, dammit! I'm in the corneRRGGHH!”
Penny did indeed have punishment on her mind, unfortunately for Cynthia she'd misjudged the delivery thereof, which meant she hadn't noticed when the Last True Believer slipped through the ropes and dropped to the floor. Positioned almost directly behind the ring-post, Tremblay reached over the bottom rope with both hands, snatched hold of Mitchell's hair and proceeded to bounce her head against the canvas-padded steel rung until the brunette wrested loose and flopped over onto one side.
Getting as close to the ropes as he could without tromping over Cynthia, Merle adopted his most reasonable tone and said, “Enough of the roughhousing, Penny. Let's get in back in the ring, OK?”
Tremblay appeared to consider his words. “Have you started a count yet?”
Merle sighed. “No, not yet.”
“You probably should.”
To lend credence to this suggestion she took claim of Cynthia's right wrist and ankle, then took a single giant step back from the squared circle to THUMPthe brunette's ribs against the base of the steel post! As if the initial impact wasn't awful enough, Penelope raised her right foot, braced it against the post and leaaaaaaaaaaaaaned back in an effort to snap her foe around the unforgiving support!
RINGPOST SURFBOARD:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=2Ehim_cvb90
“GAAAAAAAHHH BITCH!” Cyn shrieked to high heaven though there wasn't much she could do other than flail at the moment. Merle on the other hand was much better equipped for the situation and he handled it with an expedited count that reached 'FIFTEEN!' far faster than Tremblay would've liked. Abandoning the torture with a sniff of disdain reserved exclusively for the official, Penny let Mitchell roll well away from the corner before she climbed onto the apron and from there into the high rent district.
As of yet unaware of the doom waiting for her on the top turnbuckle, Cynthia allowed herself a few precious seconds to catch her breath and to make sure the icy-eyed blonde hadn't cracked a few ribs. Satisfied by what she found, the brunette clambered to her feet just as the FAWNatics sent a warning roar to the rafters. Mitchell spun on the spot and saw Tremblay descending on her with a Missile Dropkick aimed for the point of the veteran's chin. Acting with the sort of instinctual quickness that only comes from almost two decades in the ring, Cynthia got her hands up and swatted Penny's legs away even as she stepped in the opposite direction! That quick act of deflection turned a head-shot into a total failure, one that resulted in Tremblay landing on her belly with nauseating force!
Eyes alight with the possibilities granted by this timely twist of fate, Mitchell rushed over to the breathless blonde, snatched a huge handful of hair and hauled her up just high enough to secure a Standing Headscissors. From there she collected both of Penny's arms, but rather than risk another countered Drop Out, she folded the limbs against Tremblay's back in a pair of identical Hammerlocks. In the next instant she leaned forward and down, Cyn using her midsection to keep the holds in place as she wrapped her arms around the blonde's waist. Cheers, followed by 'OOOHHH'S' from those assembled when the Cyn-Ful One upended her opponent and hopped into the air to THWHUNK Penelope down on the crown of her skull courtesy a beautiful Double Hammerlock Piledriver!
DOUBLE HAMMERLOCK PILEDRIVER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=vpxm29GWPHk
Tremblay bounced away on impact, the wicked bendy-back left in a prostrate sprawl that would've lingered for quite some time if Cynthia hadn't plowed her onto her back and hooked the far leg for...
ONE...
TWO...
Penny shot a shoulder into the air just after 'TWO' to dash any hopes of immediate victory.
Mitchell looked surprised albeit not exactly disappointed when she showed Merle two fingers and it was only a matter of heartbeats until she'd filled a hand with Penny's flaxen locks. “You've got a pretty impressive mean streak going there, cutie.” Cynthia murmured as she hauled the other wrestler to boot-leather. “I bet you learned a whole lot studying at Miranda's knee, but I KNOW you'll learn a whole lot more studying on my knee!”
Tremblay didn't get the chance to muster a response before the Middle Mitchell dipped her head and slipped it beneath the blonde's left arm. In the same breath she looped her right arm across Penelope's lower back and braced her left hand against the blonde's left thigh, all so the Angriest Acolyte couldn't squirm free when Cyn hoisted her up onto her right shoulder. The resurgent Hellion didn't linger overlong, though she did make a point of turning to the hard camera to make sure the audience at home got a proper view of Tremblay's rump before she swung down to one knee and THUMPED the blonde with a nasty Atomic Drop!
Penny shot up on tiptoes and minced forward with one hand outstretched to the ropes, which were still a fair bit out of reach when Mitchell hooked onto her waistband and reeled her into a Forearm Smash that THWHAPPED across the Last True Believer's lower back! Two more identical shots delivered in rapid succession meant that Tremblay was too sore to do much of anything when Cynthia dipped into a crouch and thrust her head between the blonde's thighs. Head clearing a bit when Mitchell boosted her into the air Electric Chair style, Penny windmilled both arms for a moment, then grabbed a handful of hair and pounded a couple punches into the brunette's hairli-- Controlling her burden at the knees, Cyn went up on tiptoe, then dipped her head and snapped forward while simultaneously dropping to a seat to THAWHAM Tremblay down on her face, chest and belly with a gorgeous Electric Chair Facebuster!
ELECTRIC CHAIR FACEBUSTER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=HMXW98uhpCE
Penny jolted hard on impact and probably would've tumbled onto her back if Mitchell hadn't leaned forward and pressed both palms to the blonde's glutes to keep her face-down. The reason for this precaution came into focus once the Carolina Reaper seized hold of Tremblay's ankles and got to her feet. Deftly angling Penny's right ankle into the pit of her left knee, Cynthia folded the blonde's left left forward, then stepped over with her own right leg and dropped to one knee to effortlessly trap the one-time Churchgoer's svelte stems in an awkward knot. Tremblay was just starting to groan about the pressure when Mitchell slipped her hands beneath the blonde's chin and craaaaaaaaaaaaaanked up to put an immense deal of strain on Tremblay's neck and upper back!
DEATHLOCK STF:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=R-v-i0wSsSo
Cyn didn't ask for a submission right away, she let Penny wriggle and writhe for several seconds all while the veteran smirked and ground her right knee into the small of the other wrestler's back. Eventually Merle's hovering grew too close to ignore, so Mitchell angled Tremblay's head in his direction and cooed, “Tell the nice man you're finished, buttercup.”
Tremblay couldn't shake her head 'no' without a great deal of additional strain on her neck, so she waggled a negation at the official and growled, “I'm just getting started, bitch. You're the one huffing and puffing like an old ladEEERRRRHHHHHHH!”
Not about to take sass from a brat she had belly-down and groaning, Cynthia halved the Chinlock so she could press her free hand to Penny's forehead and hook two fingers into the blonde's nostrils! “My cardio's doing fine, baby. Certainly a lot better than your pretty little face. So you wanna change your tone or should I make you scream a whole lot louder?”
Forced to keep one hand on the mat to alleviate the worst of the strain from the submission, Penny swatted at the claw punishing her nose, then grabbed onto the hand beneath her chin instead. Cynthia said nothing but tightened both grips, especially when it looked like the blonde might-- Mitchell switched over to a hair-hold in the blink of an eye and THWHUMPED Penelope's face against the mat as payback for earlier slights.
“Kiss that mat, buttercup!” Cynthia giggled. “Kiss it before you submit and maybe, just MAYBE I won't sit on your horrible little face when this is all--”
“Fuck you, hag!” Penny's words were muffled, but far from incoherent. “You're more throne than queen these days and everyone knows NGH!”
All humor fading from her face at the sound of Tremblay's disrespect, Cynthia abandoned the aggressive abrasion in favor of several short, sharp punches delivered in the vicinity of the blonde's left kidney. Penny grit her teeth, reached back to defend and cursed in disgust when the brunette grabbed hold of her wrist and yanked that arm backward at a sharp angle. Aware that her current predicament was only going to get worse if she didn't engineer an escape in short order, Tremblay gouged her right elbow into the canvas and actually inched the both of them a little closer to the ropes. Alas there was still a long way to go when Mitchell crooked her right hand into a spade and began to draaaaaaaaaaaaag it down the blonde's defenseless back.
“Gimme your hand, cutie.” Cynthia emphasized the demand with a second slow pass.
“It's yours if you can pry it from around your throat, fuckerRRWOOOOWWW!”
The Cyn-Ful One earned a loud cheer from the audience when she pinched Penny's right glute between thumb and forefinger, a reaction that only grew louder when she compounded Tremblay's distress with a malicious wedgie! Give the devil her due, Penelope ignored the salacious sawing for several seconds as she continued her one-armed slog to the ropes, but in the end the pain proved too persistent and she was forced to alleviate it, or at least make an attempt. Cynthia actually eased up on the distended material only to tug that much harder before snatching hold of the blonde's vulnerable wrist.
“Gotcha now, bitch.”
Mitchell rose to her full height, being careful to keep her left shin wedged against the knot she'd made of Tremblay's lower legs. Torquing back on her captive's wrists with enough force to almost pull Penny onto her knees, Cyn looked to Merle as she jostled the hold and said, “Ask her. Ask buttercup here if she wants to tap out before I stomp her face into the fucking ground.”
“You heard her, Penny.” the ref told the blonde without preamble. “Do you want to tap out?”
Penny bared her teeth, shook her head 'no'. “I wanna match with Sophie, at least she could challenge me AND keep her mouth shut at the same NNNNNNGGGHHH!” Mitchell pulled back that much farther, raised her right foot and braced it between Tremblay's shoulders before stamping down to THAWHAM her foe's face and chest against the deck with a brutal Curb Stomp!
DEATHLOCK CURBSTOMP:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=46mSjHwgkms
Standing tall while Penny was pooled upon the mat in a defenseless sprawl, Cynthia bent down and made a show of wiping some invisible detritus off the laces of her right boot before she rolled Tremblay over and dropped to her knees. Her shins heavy on the younger wrestler's biceps, Mitchell grabbed a double handful of Penny's hair and pulled her into a humiliating Front Face Sit while Merle and a whole chorus of FAWNatics counted off...
ONE...
TWO...
THRNOOOO!
Penny earned a measure of revenge by catching hold of the brunette's one-piece for a wedgie that made a few inches of spandex disappear while also breaking the count with half a second to spare!
Scowling as she clambered to her feet, Mitchell went to fix her togs only to decide against it when a better idea crossed her mind. Filling her hands with Tremblay's hair instead, she scraped the blonde off the deck, then switched over to a Wristlock and turned the both of 'em toward the far side of the ring. “Tugging on my suit's a big no-no, little girl.” she purred. “Unless you're looking to see what all the fuss is--”
“No one's fussed over you in a long time, bitch.” Tremblay huffed. “Not even Natalie cares anymore, rigHRGH!”
Mitchell shut off that sass with a heavy Kneelift to the belly, the force of it backing Penny up enough that the brunette didn't have to step off to put proper 'oomph' on the Irish Whip. Penny raced to the buckles, swung around and BWUNGED into them full force, though this impact had barely begun to register when Cynthia closed distance and THWHACKED both heels into the blonde's chin with a pinpoint Dropkick!
The swift delivery meant Tremblay didn't have time to hook her arms over the top rope which in turn meant she had no anchor when her legs gave out and she crumpled to a seat with her head resting against the bottom buckle. Already nodding when the cheers went up, Cynthia made no effort to hide her intentions, she merely hiked up the seat of her one-piece by (quite) a few inches, then grabbed the top rope in either hand and thrust her hips backward into the blonde's unsuspecting features! Didn't matter if it was a noble babyface, a vile heel or an enigmatic tweener, the Stink Face popped a crowd regardless of the ladies involved and Season's Beatings proved no exception as the cacophonous throng urged the Carolina Reaper to scrub every last little bit of disdain from Tremblay's arrogant mug courtesy that vigorous butt buffing. And while the Middle Mitchell often had a complicated relationship with those on the other side of the guardrail, tonight she had no qualms fulfilling their holiday wish, indeed she would've kept at it until Penny was a smudgy-faced, noodle-necked shadow of her former self if not for the unwanted intervention of Merle the referee.
“All right Cyn, she's in the ropes. Let's break it up, OK?”
“Speed it up? Sure I can do that!”
Mitchell got a little lower and shifted over to straight Twerking, the former World Champion backing it up thoroughly and repeatedly until Merle gave up and snapped off a brisk count. Releasing at 'FOUR!', Cynthia sauntered off and casually 'flicked' her bottoms back into place while a dispirited, discombobulated Penelope Tremblay slopped to one side and slowly rolled out closer to the center of the ring.
Cyn saw this, recognized a golden opportunity and adjusted her game plan to take full advantage. Rather than pursue her prey to pile on immediate punishment, the brunette returned to the recently abandoned corner where she stepped out onto the apron and climbed all the way to the third floor. Arms raised wide as she rose to her full height, Mitchell urged the crowd to greater and greater volumes before she smooched the tips of her fingers and offered Tremblay a taunting wave. “So long, buttercup. Sorry you couldn't hang around longer, but you did better than anyone expected you would.” Penny offered no response so Cyn sank down and leapt out into the void, the FAWN Original drawing in on herself for a perfect toe touch at the apex which meant she was stretched out full length when she THAWHAMMED down on Penny's upraised knees!
Groans of sympathetic anguish rose from the front row to the cheap seats as Mitchell bounced up and rolled away, the gut-shot brunette curled into a near-fetal ball by the time she hit the canvas a short distance away. It was certainly an awful landing for the tawdry Tarheel, though she could take some comfort in the knowledge that Tremblay wasn't doing much better. The rapid delivery of Surfboard, Curbstomp and Stink Face had left the normally hard-eyed blonde in a bleary fog that only started to lift once she'd rolled to the opposite side of the ring and caught several deep breaths. Temper flaring as the memory of Mitchell's cheeks flickered behind her eyes, Penny smashed a fist against the mat, then got to her feet and tromped toward the brunette only to come to a halt when she realized Cynthia was hunched over on her knees with her forehead touching the canvas.
“Poor old bitch.” Tremblay huffed in the midst of brushing some hair out of her eyes. “I should put you out of your misery... but you haven't earned it yet.” Backing up until she felt the springiness of the strands, the Orphan of Midnight sprinted forward and threw herself into a gorgeous hand-spring that ended with the point of her right knee THWHUNKING down on the back of Cynthia's skull!
CARTWHEEL KNEE DROP:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=fAASDaopTkA
Now Mitchell did groan and the arms that'd been swaddling her waist moved to better protect her aching head as she collapsed onto her stomach and slowly rolled under the bottom rope. Tremblay watched her go without making any move to slow the brunette's exit. Instead she took a few more deep breaths, then followed her opponent out onto the narrow ledge. “You laid a serious beating on Olivia out here the night you won the World Title. Even ten years removed there's big chunks of that match all over your highlight reels. Guess that means the pressure's on me to deliver something equally memorable.”
“Thuuuuhhhhh... there's nothing memorable about you, buttercup.” Mitchell coughed as she fought to clear her head. “You're just Miranda without the faith. Or Adelaide without the teeTHHHRRGGH!”
Tremblay stamped on the brunette's forehead to make her sit up, then filled both hands with Cynthia's hair so she could haul her upright in stages. At a marked disadvantage with Penny lurking directly behind her, Mitchell tried to turn around only to get froze up real good when the blonde spiked a Kneelift into the small of her back!That particular piece of nastiness jammed Cynthia's gears long enough for Tremblay to grab a handful of hair and bend her backward far enough to secure an Inverted Facelock. Grabbing the top rope in her right hand to better secure both ladies in place, Penny went up on tiptoe, then dropped to one knee to THUMP that bony dagger between Mitchell's shoulders! Tremblay straightened up as soon as the Backbreaker connected, though the careful observer noted she didn't relinquish the Inverted Facelock. Instead she let loose of the top rope and brought her right arm down and across, Penny gouging her elbow into the brunette's sternum a whisper before she dropped off the apron and brought Cynthia THWHUNKING down across the full length atop the unforgiving edge!
APRON BACKBREAKER & FINAL CUT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=uu2nyFDBMv4
The brunette shuddered from end to end without falling to the floor, in fact she hooked her left arm around the bottom rope and managed to pull herself back insi-- Tremblay snatched hold of her hair and her waistband, the blonde tugging hard on both grips! “What're you doing, punk? I thought you were gonna show me how tough you were out here where the rules don't matter.”
“Bitch!” Cynthia slung her right leg around the bottom rope to provide another anchor. “Get your goddamned hands offa me, I'm in the ropesSSAAAAWWW FAAAAAAAAAHHHK!”
The Orphan of Midnight relinquished her grip on Mitchell's hair only to double down on her control over the legend's waistband. One massive YANK was all it took to transform Cynthia's already scant briefs into the faintest hint of thong. Such uncouth strategies always earned big cheers from the more salacious element among the FAWNatics and they found themselves roaring all the louder when Tremblay hunched forward and took a Brewster-esque bite out of her foe's defenseless glutes!
“VICIOUS SLUT!” Mitchell shrieked as she endured this toothsome show of callipygian cruelty. “FUCKIN' LET GO OF NGH! NGH! NGH!”
Penny abandoned the biting as quickly as it'd started so she could fill her hands with the brunette's hair and THUMP her head against the apron no less than half a dozen times! “Enough of that crap right now, Penny!” Merle shouted at his charge from minimum safe distance. “Get it back in the ring, this is a wrestling match, remember?”
A single glance in his direction told Merle that Tremblay had heard him, just as her quick application of a Front Facelock said she meant to ignore him entirely. Slinging the brunette's left arm across her shoulders, Penelope shifted her position so she was looking directly into the squared circle, then backed up until Mitchell was suspended by the blonde's hooks at one end and her own shins at the other. Give Cyn credit, she balled her free hand into a fist and pounded half a dozen punches into Tremblay's ribs in a valiant escape effort but the Last True Believer wouldn't be denied. Without warning she twisted under her foe and laid out on her back to bring Mitchell THWHUMPING down on the back of her head and shoulders courtesy a particularly nasty Neckbreaker!
APRON NECKBREAKER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=dAI69j6vX5Q
Cynthia hit full force and slopped to one side while Penny rose to one knee and bellowed with delight over this latest act of violence. She didn't pause to revel for long though, it was only a matter of seconds before her hands were back in Mitchell's hair to haul her to boot-leather in a series of tugs and jerks. “Don't bother reaching for the ropes, in fact, don't even look at the ring.” Penny hissed in the brunette's ear as she deftly secured Mitchell's left arm in a Half Nelson. “Far as you're concerned, there is no ring. We're fighting in some dingy back alley, one that just happens to have an audience of thousands.”
She pivoted around so they were both facing the front row fans before Penny reached over with her right hand, took hold of Cyn's left wrist and pulled the limb tight across her throat to complete the Cobra Clutch. Mitchell thrashed hard as the hold cut off her oxygen, there were no ropes to offer a break though that didn't stop her from surging toward the guardrail that separated the wrestlers from the fans. Tremblay let make it a couple steps, then punished the Carolinian's tenacity with no less than half a dozen Kneelifts to the small of Cynthia's back. “You don't really want to be out here, do you, hag?” the blonde murmured. “There's too many hard edges. Too many sharp points. Too many unforgiving surfaces to bounce you off of, into and throHHHRRRGGHHH!”
Mitchell raised her right foot and STAMPED down on Penny's toes as hard as she could! She'd hoped to break Tremblay's grip at once, but damned if the Angriest Acolyte didn't yoke up on the Cobra Clutch and charge forward to BWUNG Cyn gut-first into the steel barricade! “You think you can get away that easy?!” Penelope sneered as she resumed her Kneelift barrage, though this time they were aimed directly at the brunette's vulnerable glutes. “Hiding in the crowd can't save you! I'll hunt you down, tear you apart and leave what's left in the middle of the ring so the Mitchell's, the Burlingame's and every other inbred wrestling 'dynasty' will know their time is running--”
Cynthia saw a dude in a Hellions shirt in the second row and reached a desperate hand in his direction. Bless his heart, he didn't hesitate for an instant, he just handed Mitchell his drink and cheered alongside the rest of the FAWNatics when the former World Champion slung the contents into Penny's unsuspecting face!
Gasping for air after the Cobra Clutch fell away, Cynthia spiked a few elbows into Penny's gut before she turned around and snagged her own two-fisted grip on the blonde's long locks. Wrenching Tremblay's head back far enough to set the willowy warrior on her heels, Mitchell shook her foe's head from side to side and hissed, “You've done it now, buttercup. Let me show you what a catastrophic fuck-up looks like.” She didn't wait for a response from Tremblay, instead Mitchell rushed across the narrow aisle and SLAMMED the former Churchgoer's forehead against the edge of the apron. Pride demanded the Middle Mitchell heap on some more punishment out here on the floor, but Merle's count was already at 'SEVENTEEN!' and she didn't want to risk a double count-out when she had the brat at her mercy.
Even with the time crunch she made a point of draaaaaaagging Tremblay's face back and forth against the ledge before she hooked an arm between the blonde's thighs and muscled her back into the ring. A single rough shove sent Penelope rolling toward the center while Cynthia hopped onto the apron and grabbed the top rope in both hands. Several loud whistles reminded Mitchell that her trunks were still riding quite a bit higher than usual, but rather than adjust she waggled her hips to and fro to raise even more noise from the capacity crowd. As for Penny, she'd come to a stop on her stomach and slowly rose to all fours.
Still woozy from the head-on-apron collision, she registered the roar of the crowd but chose to clamber to verticality before bothering to investigate the source. This proved a costly mistake because Mitchell leapt onto the top rope as soon as Tremblay started to rise. Another jump sent the former World Champion soaring through the aether, meaning she was bearing down on the oblivious blonde when Penny turned around and--THWHUNK! Mitchell smashed the point of her right knee into the blonde's temple with a Cynsational Sledge that sent Tremblay crumpling to her knees with her hands limp at her sides.
Cynthia's landing was much more comfortable, she came down on both feet and immediately pivoted so that her right shoulder was pointed at the penitent grappler. After a moment's pause to SLAP one hand against her buns, the former World Champion hopped forward and lashed out with her right leg to THWHACK a Super Kick offa her opponent's cheek!
CYNSATIONAL SLEDGE & BASEMENT SUPER KICK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=WOHGLSpLslE
Tremblay's head snapped to the side and she tumbled over onto her back in an insensate starfish that--“MMMMMMPPPPPHHHHHH!” Cynthia circled around above the blonde, planted a foot on either side of her head and dropped to her knees to bury Tremblay in buttocks from eyebrows to chin!
“Regretting that wedgie now, buttercup?” Mitchell was all smiles as she took hold of Penny's wrists and stuffed them into the pit of the blonde's tummy. This only brought more muffled wails from the Angriest Acolyte which in turn caused Cyn to grind her hips a little harder while Merle swooped in and counted off...
ONE...
TWO...
THRENOOOOOOOO!
Tremblay planted her feet and bridged high enough to dump Cynthia off her perch with a whisper to spare.
Shaking her head in irritation as she got to one knee, the brunette finally 'flicked' her distended bottoms back into place, Mitchell knee-walked into place behind Penny so she could grab the blonde's left wrist in her right hand and vice versa. “Not too pleasant getting strangled with your own arms, is it honey?” Cynthia cooed as she pulled the Straitjacket Choke tight. “Would you believe it's about to get worse?”
“Huuuuuhhhh...how?” Penny rasped. “You already put that fat ass on my facEEERRRHHH!”
Mitchell yanked the blonde down onto her back while simultaneously bringing her legs up to 'SMECK' around her opponent's noggin! Ankles locked, Cyn pulled tight on the younger wrestler's wrists and squeeeeeeeeeeeeezed the Headscissors until Penelope squealed and beat her heels against the canvas. “Tap out, buttercup!” Mitchell ordered as she rocked her hips up and down, back and forth. “Before I pop your prissy little head like a grape!”
Tremblay cursed in response, which Merle would've accepted as a valid refusal if not for the flush of red that was slowly creeping into Tremblay's features. For the sake of due diligence the official sank to one knee and asked, “What do you say, Penny? Need me to call for the bell?”
“NO!” the Orphan of Midnight barked at once. “I need you to back the fuck off while I fight my way out of this cottage cheese avalancHHHRRRRGGGHHH!”
Mitchell YANKED back on those captured wrists and stretched her legs out full length to put even more strain on the blonde's skull. “I'm not asking anymore, bitch. Tap out before I decide to grind the nose off your fugly face!”
The crowd took up a 'TAP!' chant to bolster the veteran's demands, but Penelope refused to comply. Instead she gouged her heels into the mat and draaaaaaaaaaagged their combined weight a little closer to the ropes. Cynthia didn't want to give up the Straitjacket to halt her foe's progress (laborious though it may be) so she yanked Penny's captured wrists from side to side and repeatedly lifted her hips to put even more pressure on the blonde's aching skull. “Give it up, buttercup!” she demanded again. “You're fucking finished!”
The anguish etched deep on Tremblay's face suggested the brunette's assertion was correct, and yet the Orphan of Midnight kept inching and scraping her way closer and closer to freedom. Forced to admit that Penny was going to hook a foot over the bottom rope if she didn't take drastic action in short order, Mitchell abruptly released her Wristlocks and rolled onto her belly, which forced the blonde to do the same. With her hands free to do all sorts of interesting things, the Carolina Reaper planted 'em against the mat and lifted her legs up only to drive them down in a tawdry pounding motion that THWUMPED Tremblay's forehead against the thinly-sheathed plywood.
Of course one concussive collision wasn't nearly enough so Cyn repeated the tactic half a dozen times and would've happily made it a full baker's dozen if Merle hadn't tapped her on the shoulder and said, “Break the hold, Cynthia! She's in the ropes!”
Mitchell scowled, looked back over her shoulder and damned if the blonde hadn't locked both ankles around the bottom rope. “Little bitch is going to have to hold on a little longer, Merle.” Rearing back on her knees so she was effectively sitting on the nape of Tremblay's neck, Cynthia snatched a double handful of hair and pulled with every intention of baring some scalp while simultaneously DRIVING her ass down onto the blonde's shoulders over and over again! The domineering display was still going on when Merle hit 'FOUR!' but Mitchell released without comment, save for the show she made of dusting the other wrestler's hair off her palms once she'd returned to verticality.
As for Penny, she fought to one knee and backed into the ropes though it looked like she was a long way from rising to her full height. “Get up, candy-ass!” Cynthia shouted to the recovering blonde. “You talked such a big game earlier, where's that attitude now? Guess I smashed it outta that fugly head of yours, didn't--”
Tremblay flipped hair out of her eyes and raised a defiant middle finger at the former World Champion. Clambering to her feet with the help of the strands, Bad Penny hissed, “Watch your tone around your betters, assho--”
Cynthia charged, sprang up and hooked her right arm around the back of Tremblay's head to YANK her down to the mat with a Leaping Complete NO! The Last True Believer draped her left arm over the top rope and secured a death-grip on the middle strand to ensure she remained upright while Mitchell came down HARD on the back of her head and shoulders! Cynthia somersaulted through the landing and came to a rest on her knees, the brunette looking woozy and unsure of herself in the aftermath of--THWHACK! Penny stepped forward, planted on her left foot and whipped out a hellacious Buzzsaw Kick that caromed off the base of the Cyn-Ful One's skull!
BUZZSAW KICK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=3JXZ0FjghTk
Mitchell reeled, started to tumble forward and got interrupted when Tremblay snatched a double handful of hair. Quick to wedge the penitent lovely's head between her thighs, Penny wrapped her arms around Cynthia's waist and muscled her up onto her right shoulder where she carefully switched over from the Waistlock to identical grips on each of Mitchell's biceps. Crucifix secure, Tremblay tromped to the middle of the ring and turned in a circle to show off her prize. Once that was done she honed in on a corner across the ring and took off at a full gallop, the lissome lovely picking up a ferocious head of steam only to grind to a halt and hurl Cynthia like a lawn dart! The trip was as short as it was unpleasant for the FAWN Original, Cynthia BWUUUUNGED spine-first into the top turnbuckle and bounced away to hit the deck like someone tossed clear of a car wreck!
LAST NIGHT OF SADNESS @ 1:45
www.youtube.com/watch?v=LIuz4dinZ1o
Nothing but smiles as Mitchell suffered through her Last Night of Sadness, Penny hurried to that same corner, slipped out onto the apron and climbed to the top rope. No showboating for the undeserving crowd, though the blonde did make a point to blow a smooch in Cynthia's direction before she leapt out into the void. Tremblay hadn't made her bones as much of a highflier but you never would've known it by her technique as she stretched out in a shallow 'C' shape that [/b]THAWHAMMED[/b] every bit of her hundred and thirty-two pounds down atop Cynthia's chest! Crushed into the canvas by the force of that Dying Breath, Mitchell offered no response as Penny hooked the far leg tight and nodded along with Merle's count of...
DYING GASP:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=CujzuZzNTrw
ONE...
TWO...
THRENOOOOOOOO!
Cynthia twitched a shoulder off the mat, breaking the pin with a whisper to spare!
Dark eyes wide with incredulous fury, Penny sprang to her feet and actually stalked toward Merle before she reigned it all in. Nails digging deep into the meat of her palms, the blonde spun around on one heel and stormed back to Cynthia, who'd just managed to turn onto her side. “You should've stayed down, hag.” she hissed in the midst of filling both hands with the brunette's dark hair. “Now you're gonna get a taste of what's headed Burlingame's way.”
Scraping the veteran off the mat with extreme prejudice, Penny slipped around behind Mitchell's back and slipped her head beneath the Carolinian's left arm. In the same instant she curled her right arm across Cyn's lower back and braced her left hand against the back of her foe's left thigh. To the uninitiated in looked like the beginning of a Backdrop Suplex and this impression wasn't dispelled when the Angriest Acolyte boosted Mitchell onto her right shoulder. But Cynthia had hardly come to a rest when the blonde twisted out from underneath and laid out on her back while bringing both knees up tight against her chest! Mitchell came down full force on those upturned joints and was bent into an awful arch as a result, the crowd groaning in sympathetic anguish to provide voice for the silent scream on Mitchell's lips.
SPINE TREMBLAR:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=fwff5hhOh-0
Launched away to land on her devastated back, Cynthia landed close enough to the edge to entertain the thought of a rope break IF Tremblay hadn't seized her at wrist and ankle and draaaaaaaaaaaaaaaagged her back to the center. Tossing those limp limbs aside without so much as a thought, Penelope stepped over and sat down to bring the full weight of her backside to bear on the brunette's oblivious forehead.
“Enjoy the view, buttercup.”
Bad Penny was all haughty disdain as she arched her back and smoothed down her hair, the blonde making no effort to augment the pin with anything other than sheer glute weight. The boos hadn't yet reached a crescendo when Merle swooped in to count...
ONE...
TWO...
THREE!
Now Tremblay did pile on, the victorious battler crooking her hands into claws just to RAKE them up Mitchell's fluttering tummy while the Announcer confirmed, “Ladies and gentlemen, your winner via pin-fall... PENNY TREMB--”
THWHACK!
An unscheduled Ace dove under the bottom rope and popped to boot-leather just in time to interrupt that proclamation with a pinpoint Super Kick upside Penny's head! The Orphan of Midnight rolled away, came to a stop on one knee and hauled herself upright without actually knowing who or what had just hit her. “Meddling bitch, you're gonna--” Sue Burlingame rushed in, caught Tremblay in a Three Quarters Facelock and laid out on one side to deliver the blonde's unsuspecting face to the deck with a thunderous Ace Crusher!
SUE BURLINGAME:
OUTTA NOWHERE!
www.youtube.com/watch?v=t1XzYMQkXDU
Spinning to one knee as Penny contemplated the canvas in semiconscious silence, Sue looked over the tableau for several seconds before she reached into the hip pocket of her jeans and pulled out the same silver coin Tremblay had stuffed into her hand following the sneak attack at CNP. “This belongs to you, kiddo.” she set it down directly in front of the younger woman's nose to guarantee she couldn't miss it upon waking. “You wanted the best? Well now you've got her. You better pray you're ready.”
No response from Penny, so Burlingame got to her feet and made a show of brushing the dirt from one shoulder before she exited the ring as quickly as she'd entered.
CONFIDENT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=cwLRQn61oUY
CYNTHIA MITCHELL:
Demi Lovato's 'Confident' hits and as the curtain blew apart as if tossed by a whirlwind, the crowd showing its approval with a noticeably more positive response that's due entirely to their disdain for her opponent tonight, as opposed to any shift in demeanor from smirking FAWN original. Pausing atop the stage to look out over the sold-out crowd, Cynthia raised both arms in a 'V' and twitched her fingers, the brunette beckoning the crowd to get that much louder. Pleased at their immediate compliance, Mitchell strode purposefully to the ring, focused on the battleground. Now that they've done as she asked, she pays no heed to the outstretched hands reaching for her.
For tonight's battle the former World Champion wore her familiar ‘one-piece’--said outfit a deep purple number with a plunging 'V' neckline that goes all the way to her navel, and a backside that generously puts her fabled derriere on ample display. The look's finished with matching purple ankle boots.
Reaching ringside, Cynthia ascended the metal steps and slipped between the ropes, moving to the center, ready for business. Mitchell gave a perfunctory raise of her right arm to acknowledge the fans, but the bulk of her attention remained focused on the curtain and the woman lurking behind it. She supposed she should appreciate the notion that the brat was trying to make a name at her expense, after all, she'd done much the same during her own ascendancy. She should, but she didn't. In fact, Cynthia downright loathed it. But the beating she was about to dish out? The reminder she was about to deliver to the rest of the locker room? Honey, she was gonna LOVE that.
The Announcer resumed his duties moments after Mitchell's anthem faded into the backgroind din. “And introducing her opponent, hailing from Hobbs End, New Hampshire she stands at five feet-eight inches tall and weighs in at one hundred and thirty-two pounds. She is the Soul Survivor and the only Hope of a Dark Tomorrow, I give to you ‘BAD’ PENNY TREMBLAY!”
The lights cut out in the span between heartbeats, darkness descending on the Seasons Beatings carolers before they could even start to jeer. With it came the low hum of a guitar and a repetition of vaguely ecclesiastical ‘oh’s’ that marked the beginning of ‘Walk on Water’.
WALK ON WATER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=FA2w-PMKspo
Jeers did their level best to contend with the Orphan of Midnight's anthem, but the words rolled on heedless of the massed disdain, nor was it enough to halt the arrival of ghostly blue lights or a thin bank of dry ice fog. The Ill Omen appeared moments later, rising into view on a mechanical lift hidden within the dark so it looked as though she appeared from thin air. Taking up residence center stage, Penelope Tremblay gazed around the arena for several long seconds before she raised her left hand to her right shoulder and brushed off some invisible dust. Eyes locked on some point beyond the horizon, she repeated the sigil on her left shoulder, then started down the ramp to the squared circle.
PENNY TREMBLAY:
For her first meeting with the Hellion, Tremblay wore a midnight blue two piece consisting of a sports-bra top and strappy briefs, both edged in copper trim. Pads at knee and elbow were matte gray while her boots matched her trunks. Ignoring the startled jeers of the poor lost sheep crowded against the guardrails, Tremblay made her way down the ramp, then hurried up the steel steps, climbed onto the empty corner and sprang from there to the center of the ring, where she dropped to her knees facing the hard camera A detail noted by those with particularly sharp vision, Penny wore copper-colored eye shadow, a sartorial detail that made every blink glint like the coins placed atop the eyes of the dearly departed. Standing after an appropriate stretch of genuflection, Tremblay stood up and swung around to face the woman who'd been staring holes through her from the instant she appeared on stage. “Ferry's here to take you across the river, heathen.” she murmured. “I hope you're ready to pay the fare.”
Given his charges known penchant for mind games, Merle thought he might have to call Mitchell and Tremblay out of their corners once the bell sounded but that proved not to be the case. Brunette and blonde strode for the center of the ring without a moment's hesitation, each moving like a woman with a serious grudge despite the fact that their only interactions up to this point consisted of shit talk on social media and a rough exchange of shoves at the end of a shared interview with Joanna Coleman earlier in the week. Anyone wondering about subtlety or subterfuge was also disappointed (or at least surprised) as the pair closed ground because there was no slowing down, no effort to circle and feint, just a beeline leading right to--
Penny lashed out with a blink and you'll miss it Bitch Slap that swiveled Cyn's head to a chorus of 'ooooooohhhhh's!' from the FAWNatics. “Just so there's no confusion about the level of respect you can anticipate tonight.” Tremblay cooed to the stone-faced Carolinian. “I don't appreciate lesser relics interrupting my quest for the graiLEERRRGGHHH!”
Mitchell answered with similar quickness, but where Penny had slapped, the former World Champion raked, Cynthia dragggggggging her nails down the blonde's previously unmarred right cheek! “Talk shit, get hit.” Mitchell said pertly. “Everyone knows that, buttercup. Next time keep my family's name out of your mouth when you're begging for attenNGH!”
The Orphan of Midnight jabbed Cynthia square in the mouth, then snatched her by the nape of the neck to hold her steady for several more punches she caromed off the brunette's forehead! Mitchell took this all in stride, which was to say she cursed like a sailor and THUMPED a heavy Broadside Kneelift across her opponent's tummy to disrupt her rhythm. This didn't break the blonde's grip on her hair, not that the Cyn-Ful One minded in the slightest. Rather she helped herself to an identical grip on Tremblay's flaxen locks and fired back with several punches of her own. The resultant exchange of blows showed all the finesse of a hockey brawl and though the capacity crowd bellowed 'LET THEM FIGHT!' it was only a matter of seconds before the intrepid official wedged his way between them to enforce some separation, if not an actual break.
Making a show of plucking a few long blonde strands from her palm, Cynthia tossed them away with a flick of her wrist and said, “That's what you're showing me, honey? You're not ready for Burlingame. Hell, you're not even ready for the Kane'sSSUUGGGHHH!”
Tremblay darted around Merle to tag the veteran's cheek with another scintillating slap, only this time the subsequent hair-pull reeled the middle Mitchell into a harsh Side Headlock. Quick to gouge the point of her hip into Cynthia's temple, the Last True Believer compounded her opponent's misery by aggressively scrubbing her taped wrist back and forth across the brunette's eyes! Mitchell wailed and shouted for Merle's attention, but Penelope constantly twisted around to keep her back to the official so he couldn't call what he couldn't see.
“Who the hell are you these days?” Tremblay's voice was full of disdain as she crooked her scrubbin' hand into a talon she clamped onto the brunette's face. “Who the hell am I wrestling tonight?” she sneered. “Didn't you once beat Olivia Dare into a stupor on the outside to win the World Title? Now here you are bitching and moaning the first time someone scratches your EEERRRGGHHHH!”
Cynthia snagged a handful of her opponent's waistband and yanked it up in a wedgie that took Tremblay's glute coverage from 2/3 to 1/2 in the blink of an eye! No tawdry humiliation this though (at least not yet) as the Carolina Reaper used this handle, along with a few well-timed punches to the blonde's belly, to march her over to the ropes. “BREAK!” Cyn demanded of Merle once she'd grabbed the middle rope in her free hand. The other, still holding the blonde's trunks, pulled a little harder as she ordered, “Break it, buttercup! Or I'll split you in halfOOOOOOOWWWWWW!”
Penny did let go, though she did so with such rapidity that Mitchell couldn't formulate a defense before the blonde scored her from buttocks to shoulders with a gaudy two-handed Back Rake! Cynthia stood up straight and almost lunged for the blonde before deciding to catch her breath at the ropes. After a moment to smooth back her hair and adjust her togs, the brunette replied, “Yeah bitch, I beat 'Liv down on the floor, tossed her back inside and finished things off with a Drop Out to win the biggest prize this promotion has to offer. I'll do the same thing to you, though the prize won't be nearly so impressive. Makes sense though, you're not nearly the challenge she was.”
Penny bared her teeth in a vulpine grin as she deftly undid the adjustment of Mitchell's wedgie. “The claw marks on your fat ass say otherwise, hag. Tell me, which member of that degenerate genetic backwater you call a family is going to wheel you around when this match is over? Sophie? Tamara? Skylar? Or some other doe-eyed, apple-cheeked imbecile that's yet to inflict herself on the public at larNNNNGGGHHHH!”
Cynthia came off the strands showing Bitch Slap only to lash out with a Toe Kick that caught the blonde in the pit of the stomach. Penny folded over so Mitchell snatched her by the ears and reeled her into a Standing Headscissors, the brunette making a point to dish out a healthy squeeze even as she slipped her arms beneath Tremblay's biceps in a Double Underhook. She'd just locked her hands when the Angriest Acolyte sank to one knee, effectively blocking the Drop Out. Cyn didn't miss a beat, she dished out another prolonged squeeze, then got a bit of revenge by dragging her nails up the full length of the blonde's back.
“Might as well kiss the canvas now, buttercup.” she chided Tremblay after a second stinging pass. “At least that way you'll be unconscious when I take a seat on your OOOOWWWWW BITCH!”
Penelope couldn't escape the arm trap so she twisted her head to the side and chomped down on the inside of the veteran's left thigh! The middle Mitchell didn't release either set of hooks but this tenacity played into Tremblay's plan as she stood up (as best she could given the arrangement), then dipped her knees and popped her hips to take the surprised brunette up, over and down to THUMP her down flat on her back! Cynthia's refusal to give up Penny's arms meant the blonde couldn't go anywhere so Tremblay bridged onto her tiptoes to hold Mitchell in place for the...
ONE...
TWO...
Cynthia abandoned the Double Underhook and SLAPPED both hands down on Penelope's tummy to break the predicament simultaneous with 'TWO!'
As if there wasn't enough going on, Mitchell wrapped her arms around the blonde's waist and bore down on the Headscissors even harder than before! “Not gonna be that easy, beeyotch!” Cynthia exclaimed as she rolled onto her side. “You want out? You gotta pay the goddamned toll!”
Tremblay responded by gouging her nails into the Carolinian's thighs but it didn't stop Mitchell from rolling onto her knees and getting to her feet. Trap already baited, Cyn gathered her strength and hoisted Penny up onto her shoulders for a Powerbo-- Tremblay filled both hands with the brunette's hair and yanked her head backward for the sole purpose of spitting into the former World Champion's eye!
Cynthia shrieked and let loose, immediately forgetting about her blonde burden in an effort to clear her vision as quickly as possible. Penny landed on one knee in front of her partially-blinded adversary and pounded a straight right hand into her abdomen to ensure the brunette was gasping for air when the Orphan of Midnight reeled her into a Standing Headscissors of her own. This was followed by an identical Double Underhook that earned a murmur of warning from the sold out crowd, but rather than attempt Mitchell's finisher, Tremblay boosted Cyn skyward so that the toes of her boots pointed into the rafters. Of course this was still a rather dangerous position as Bad Penny demonstrated when she hoisted her foe a little higher, then swung her around ninety degrees and dropped to one knee to THWHUMP the FAWN Original's spine across the post her thigh courtesy a beautiful Double Underhook Backbreaker!
DOUBLE UNDERHOOK BACKBREAKER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=hE_IqkXNtSc
Mitchell jolted away to land on all fours, clambered to her knees immediately thereafter and quickly made her way to the edge of the ring for a reprieve in the ropes. Resting with both arms draped over the middle strand, Mitchell wiped a hand across her bleary eyes and shouted, “Keep that nasty bitch away from me, Merle! And tell her if she spits on me again she can expect to get out of the hospital around EastHHHRRRGGHHH!”
Seemingly unconcerned with the veteran's threats, Penny ran the ropes to Cyn's right and came back at full speed to THWHACK both heels into the redhead's exposed flank with a pinpoint Dropkick! Mitchell bounced away from the ropes and found herself sprawled on the deck whereupon Tremblay splashed sown across her chest and hooked the far leg for...
ROPE HUNG BROADSIDE DROPKICK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=WuTlQKhjcQ8
ONE...
TWO...
Cynthia kicked out with plenty of time to spare and rolled onto her stomach to prevent a follow-up from the incendiary blonde.
“Still having trouble seeing, hag?” Penny planted a knee between Mitchell's shoulders even as she helped herself to a massive double handful of hair. “Let's get you all cleaned up.” There was no kindness in Tremblay's tone and certainly not in her actions as she SLAMMED Cynthia's face against the canvas-sheathed plywood and set about swishing it back and forth as hard as she could!
“Off her hair, Penny!” Merle shouted at once. “Don't make me tell you twice!”
Of course Penny made him tell her twice, she also made him count to 'FOUR!' just to ensure there was absolutely no misunderstanding the zebra's orders. To her credit Tremblay did stop trying to scrub Mitchell's face off, unfortunately for the former World Champ she didn't relinquish her hair-holds. Indeed it was that two-fisted grip that Penny used to haul Cynthia upright. A quick transition to a Wristlock finally shut the zebra up and left the Angriest Acolyte in relative peace as she stepped away from the brunette and slung her toward the far corner with an Irish Whip forceful enough to drop Tremblay to one knee.
The speed of Mitchell's approach didn't leave her a whole lot of time for adjustment, in the end she barely managed to twist around in a half circle thus ensuring that she took the top turnbuckle between the shoulders and not directly to the sternum! Cyn groaned on impact, the volume not enough to overwhelm the tooth-shivering BWUNG that made several floor seat FAWNatics cringe alongside her. The impact set her legs to shivering but the veteran possessed enough wherewithal to throw her arms over to the top strand before she dropped to her bu--THWHUNK! Always happy to punish the admirable qualities in her adversaries, Bad Penny Tremblay rushed in, hopped onto the bottom rope and drilled her right knee into Cynthia's forehead with a High Knee straight from the Book of Wainright.
CORNER HIGH KNEE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=j3JDHq80B-A
Mitchell's noggin snapped backward like someone with a bad case of whiplash, but she stayed upright until Penelope hooked an ankle behind one foot and pulled that leg out from underneath. Robbed of her base,the Carolina Reaper crumpled to her butt with a heavy thud that sent a painful jolt from her tailbone all the way to the nape of her neck. Vaguely aware that the blonde brat was about to stuff her with a faceful of something most unwanted, Mitchell flung an arm over her mouth and gripped the bottom rope with her free hand while barking, “Get her away, dammit! I'm in the corneRRGGHH!”
Penny did indeed have punishment on her mind, unfortunately for Cynthia she'd misjudged the delivery thereof, which meant she hadn't noticed when the Last True Believer slipped through the ropes and dropped to the floor. Positioned almost directly behind the ring-post, Tremblay reached over the bottom rope with both hands, snatched hold of Mitchell's hair and proceeded to bounce her head against the canvas-padded steel rung until the brunette wrested loose and flopped over onto one side.
Getting as close to the ropes as he could without tromping over Cynthia, Merle adopted his most reasonable tone and said, “Enough of the roughhousing, Penny. Let's get in back in the ring, OK?”
Tremblay appeared to consider his words. “Have you started a count yet?”
Merle sighed. “No, not yet.”
“You probably should.”
To lend credence to this suggestion she took claim of Cynthia's right wrist and ankle, then took a single giant step back from the squared circle to THUMPthe brunette's ribs against the base of the steel post! As if the initial impact wasn't awful enough, Penelope raised her right foot, braced it against the post and leaaaaaaaaaaaaaned back in an effort to snap her foe around the unforgiving support!
RINGPOST SURFBOARD:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=2Ehim_cvb90
“GAAAAAAAHHH BITCH!” Cyn shrieked to high heaven though there wasn't much she could do other than flail at the moment. Merle on the other hand was much better equipped for the situation and he handled it with an expedited count that reached 'FIFTEEN!' far faster than Tremblay would've liked. Abandoning the torture with a sniff of disdain reserved exclusively for the official, Penny let Mitchell roll well away from the corner before she climbed onto the apron and from there into the high rent district.
As of yet unaware of the doom waiting for her on the top turnbuckle, Cynthia allowed herself a few precious seconds to catch her breath and to make sure the icy-eyed blonde hadn't cracked a few ribs. Satisfied by what she found, the brunette clambered to her feet just as the FAWNatics sent a warning roar to the rafters. Mitchell spun on the spot and saw Tremblay descending on her with a Missile Dropkick aimed for the point of the veteran's chin. Acting with the sort of instinctual quickness that only comes from almost two decades in the ring, Cynthia got her hands up and swatted Penny's legs away even as she stepped in the opposite direction! That quick act of deflection turned a head-shot into a total failure, one that resulted in Tremblay landing on her belly with nauseating force!
Eyes alight with the possibilities granted by this timely twist of fate, Mitchell rushed over to the breathless blonde, snatched a huge handful of hair and hauled her up just high enough to secure a Standing Headscissors. From there she collected both of Penny's arms, but rather than risk another countered Drop Out, she folded the limbs against Tremblay's back in a pair of identical Hammerlocks. In the next instant she leaned forward and down, Cyn using her midsection to keep the holds in place as she wrapped her arms around the blonde's waist. Cheers, followed by 'OOOHHH'S' from those assembled when the Cyn-Ful One upended her opponent and hopped into the air to THWHUNK Penelope down on the crown of her skull courtesy a beautiful Double Hammerlock Piledriver!
DOUBLE HAMMERLOCK PILEDRIVER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=vpxm29GWPHk
Tremblay bounced away on impact, the wicked bendy-back left in a prostrate sprawl that would've lingered for quite some time if Cynthia hadn't plowed her onto her back and hooked the far leg for...
ONE...
TWO...
Penny shot a shoulder into the air just after 'TWO' to dash any hopes of immediate victory.
Mitchell looked surprised albeit not exactly disappointed when she showed Merle two fingers and it was only a matter of heartbeats until she'd filled a hand with Penny's flaxen locks. “You've got a pretty impressive mean streak going there, cutie.” Cynthia murmured as she hauled the other wrestler to boot-leather. “I bet you learned a whole lot studying at Miranda's knee, but I KNOW you'll learn a whole lot more studying on my knee!”
Tremblay didn't get the chance to muster a response before the Middle Mitchell dipped her head and slipped it beneath the blonde's left arm. In the same breath she looped her right arm across Penelope's lower back and braced her left hand against the blonde's left thigh, all so the Angriest Acolyte couldn't squirm free when Cyn hoisted her up onto her right shoulder. The resurgent Hellion didn't linger overlong, though she did make a point of turning to the hard camera to make sure the audience at home got a proper view of Tremblay's rump before she swung down to one knee and THUMPED the blonde with a nasty Atomic Drop!
Penny shot up on tiptoes and minced forward with one hand outstretched to the ropes, which were still a fair bit out of reach when Mitchell hooked onto her waistband and reeled her into a Forearm Smash that THWHAPPED across the Last True Believer's lower back! Two more identical shots delivered in rapid succession meant that Tremblay was too sore to do much of anything when Cynthia dipped into a crouch and thrust her head between the blonde's thighs. Head clearing a bit when Mitchell boosted her into the air Electric Chair style, Penny windmilled both arms for a moment, then grabbed a handful of hair and pounded a couple punches into the brunette's hairli-- Controlling her burden at the knees, Cyn went up on tiptoe, then dipped her head and snapped forward while simultaneously dropping to a seat to THAWHAM Tremblay down on her face, chest and belly with a gorgeous Electric Chair Facebuster!
ELECTRIC CHAIR FACEBUSTER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=HMXW98uhpCE
Penny jolted hard on impact and probably would've tumbled onto her back if Mitchell hadn't leaned forward and pressed both palms to the blonde's glutes to keep her face-down. The reason for this precaution came into focus once the Carolina Reaper seized hold of Tremblay's ankles and got to her feet. Deftly angling Penny's right ankle into the pit of her left knee, Cynthia folded the blonde's left left forward, then stepped over with her own right leg and dropped to one knee to effortlessly trap the one-time Churchgoer's svelte stems in an awkward knot. Tremblay was just starting to groan about the pressure when Mitchell slipped her hands beneath the blonde's chin and craaaaaaaaaaaaaanked up to put an immense deal of strain on Tremblay's neck and upper back!
DEATHLOCK STF:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=R-v-i0wSsSo
Cyn didn't ask for a submission right away, she let Penny wriggle and writhe for several seconds all while the veteran smirked and ground her right knee into the small of the other wrestler's back. Eventually Merle's hovering grew too close to ignore, so Mitchell angled Tremblay's head in his direction and cooed, “Tell the nice man you're finished, buttercup.”
Tremblay couldn't shake her head 'no' without a great deal of additional strain on her neck, so she waggled a negation at the official and growled, “I'm just getting started, bitch. You're the one huffing and puffing like an old ladEEERRRRHHHHHHH!”
Not about to take sass from a brat she had belly-down and groaning, Cynthia halved the Chinlock so she could press her free hand to Penny's forehead and hook two fingers into the blonde's nostrils! “My cardio's doing fine, baby. Certainly a lot better than your pretty little face. So you wanna change your tone or should I make you scream a whole lot louder?”
Forced to keep one hand on the mat to alleviate the worst of the strain from the submission, Penny swatted at the claw punishing her nose, then grabbed onto the hand beneath her chin instead. Cynthia said nothing but tightened both grips, especially when it looked like the blonde might-- Mitchell switched over to a hair-hold in the blink of an eye and THWHUMPED Penelope's face against the mat as payback for earlier slights.
“Kiss that mat, buttercup!” Cynthia giggled. “Kiss it before you submit and maybe, just MAYBE I won't sit on your horrible little face when this is all--”
“Fuck you, hag!” Penny's words were muffled, but far from incoherent. “You're more throne than queen these days and everyone knows NGH!”
All humor fading from her face at the sound of Tremblay's disrespect, Cynthia abandoned the aggressive abrasion in favor of several short, sharp punches delivered in the vicinity of the blonde's left kidney. Penny grit her teeth, reached back to defend and cursed in disgust when the brunette grabbed hold of her wrist and yanked that arm backward at a sharp angle. Aware that her current predicament was only going to get worse if she didn't engineer an escape in short order, Tremblay gouged her right elbow into the canvas and actually inched the both of them a little closer to the ropes. Alas there was still a long way to go when Mitchell crooked her right hand into a spade and began to draaaaaaaaaaaaag it down the blonde's defenseless back.
“Gimme your hand, cutie.” Cynthia emphasized the demand with a second slow pass.
“It's yours if you can pry it from around your throat, fuckerRRWOOOOWWW!”
The Cyn-Ful One earned a loud cheer from the audience when she pinched Penny's right glute between thumb and forefinger, a reaction that only grew louder when she compounded Tremblay's distress with a malicious wedgie! Give the devil her due, Penelope ignored the salacious sawing for several seconds as she continued her one-armed slog to the ropes, but in the end the pain proved too persistent and she was forced to alleviate it, or at least make an attempt. Cynthia actually eased up on the distended material only to tug that much harder before snatching hold of the blonde's vulnerable wrist.
“Gotcha now, bitch.”
Mitchell rose to her full height, being careful to keep her left shin wedged against the knot she'd made of Tremblay's lower legs. Torquing back on her captive's wrists with enough force to almost pull Penny onto her knees, Cyn looked to Merle as she jostled the hold and said, “Ask her. Ask buttercup here if she wants to tap out before I stomp her face into the fucking ground.”
“You heard her, Penny.” the ref told the blonde without preamble. “Do you want to tap out?”
Penny bared her teeth, shook her head 'no'. “I wanna match with Sophie, at least she could challenge me AND keep her mouth shut at the same NNNNNNGGGHHH!” Mitchell pulled back that much farther, raised her right foot and braced it between Tremblay's shoulders before stamping down to THAWHAM her foe's face and chest against the deck with a brutal Curb Stomp!
DEATHLOCK CURBSTOMP:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=46mSjHwgkms
Standing tall while Penny was pooled upon the mat in a defenseless sprawl, Cynthia bent down and made a show of wiping some invisible detritus off the laces of her right boot before she rolled Tremblay over and dropped to her knees. Her shins heavy on the younger wrestler's biceps, Mitchell grabbed a double handful of Penny's hair and pulled her into a humiliating Front Face Sit while Merle and a whole chorus of FAWNatics counted off...
ONE...
TWO...
THRNOOOO!
Penny earned a measure of revenge by catching hold of the brunette's one-piece for a wedgie that made a few inches of spandex disappear while also breaking the count with half a second to spare!
Scowling as she clambered to her feet, Mitchell went to fix her togs only to decide against it when a better idea crossed her mind. Filling her hands with Tremblay's hair instead, she scraped the blonde off the deck, then switched over to a Wristlock and turned the both of 'em toward the far side of the ring. “Tugging on my suit's a big no-no, little girl.” she purred. “Unless you're looking to see what all the fuss is--”
“No one's fussed over you in a long time, bitch.” Tremblay huffed. “Not even Natalie cares anymore, rigHRGH!”
Mitchell shut off that sass with a heavy Kneelift to the belly, the force of it backing Penny up enough that the brunette didn't have to step off to put proper 'oomph' on the Irish Whip. Penny raced to the buckles, swung around and BWUNGED into them full force, though this impact had barely begun to register when Cynthia closed distance and THWHACKED both heels into the blonde's chin with a pinpoint Dropkick!
The swift delivery meant Tremblay didn't have time to hook her arms over the top rope which in turn meant she had no anchor when her legs gave out and she crumpled to a seat with her head resting against the bottom buckle. Already nodding when the cheers went up, Cynthia made no effort to hide her intentions, she merely hiked up the seat of her one-piece by (quite) a few inches, then grabbed the top rope in either hand and thrust her hips backward into the blonde's unsuspecting features! Didn't matter if it was a noble babyface, a vile heel or an enigmatic tweener, the Stink Face popped a crowd regardless of the ladies involved and Season's Beatings proved no exception as the cacophonous throng urged the Carolina Reaper to scrub every last little bit of disdain from Tremblay's arrogant mug courtesy that vigorous butt buffing. And while the Middle Mitchell often had a complicated relationship with those on the other side of the guardrail, tonight she had no qualms fulfilling their holiday wish, indeed she would've kept at it until Penny was a smudgy-faced, noodle-necked shadow of her former self if not for the unwanted intervention of Merle the referee.
“All right Cyn, she's in the ropes. Let's break it up, OK?”
“Speed it up? Sure I can do that!”
Mitchell got a little lower and shifted over to straight Twerking, the former World Champion backing it up thoroughly and repeatedly until Merle gave up and snapped off a brisk count. Releasing at 'FOUR!', Cynthia sauntered off and casually 'flicked' her bottoms back into place while a dispirited, discombobulated Penelope Tremblay slopped to one side and slowly rolled out closer to the center of the ring.
Cyn saw this, recognized a golden opportunity and adjusted her game plan to take full advantage. Rather than pursue her prey to pile on immediate punishment, the brunette returned to the recently abandoned corner where she stepped out onto the apron and climbed all the way to the third floor. Arms raised wide as she rose to her full height, Mitchell urged the crowd to greater and greater volumes before she smooched the tips of her fingers and offered Tremblay a taunting wave. “So long, buttercup. Sorry you couldn't hang around longer, but you did better than anyone expected you would.” Penny offered no response so Cyn sank down and leapt out into the void, the FAWN Original drawing in on herself for a perfect toe touch at the apex which meant she was stretched out full length when she THAWHAMMED down on Penny's upraised knees!
Groans of sympathetic anguish rose from the front row to the cheap seats as Mitchell bounced up and rolled away, the gut-shot brunette curled into a near-fetal ball by the time she hit the canvas a short distance away. It was certainly an awful landing for the tawdry Tarheel, though she could take some comfort in the knowledge that Tremblay wasn't doing much better. The rapid delivery of Surfboard, Curbstomp and Stink Face had left the normally hard-eyed blonde in a bleary fog that only started to lift once she'd rolled to the opposite side of the ring and caught several deep breaths. Temper flaring as the memory of Mitchell's cheeks flickered behind her eyes, Penny smashed a fist against the mat, then got to her feet and tromped toward the brunette only to come to a halt when she realized Cynthia was hunched over on her knees with her forehead touching the canvas.
“Poor old bitch.” Tremblay huffed in the midst of brushing some hair out of her eyes. “I should put you out of your misery... but you haven't earned it yet.” Backing up until she felt the springiness of the strands, the Orphan of Midnight sprinted forward and threw herself into a gorgeous hand-spring that ended with the point of her right knee THWHUNKING down on the back of Cynthia's skull!
CARTWHEEL KNEE DROP:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=fAASDaopTkA
Now Mitchell did groan and the arms that'd been swaddling her waist moved to better protect her aching head as she collapsed onto her stomach and slowly rolled under the bottom rope. Tremblay watched her go without making any move to slow the brunette's exit. Instead she took a few more deep breaths, then followed her opponent out onto the narrow ledge. “You laid a serious beating on Olivia out here the night you won the World Title. Even ten years removed there's big chunks of that match all over your highlight reels. Guess that means the pressure's on me to deliver something equally memorable.”
“Thuuuuhhhhh... there's nothing memorable about you, buttercup.” Mitchell coughed as she fought to clear her head. “You're just Miranda without the faith. Or Adelaide without the teeTHHHRRGGH!”
Tremblay stamped on the brunette's forehead to make her sit up, then filled both hands with Cynthia's hair so she could haul her upright in stages. At a marked disadvantage with Penny lurking directly behind her, Mitchell tried to turn around only to get froze up real good when the blonde spiked a Kneelift into the small of her back!That particular piece of nastiness jammed Cynthia's gears long enough for Tremblay to grab a handful of hair and bend her backward far enough to secure an Inverted Facelock. Grabbing the top rope in her right hand to better secure both ladies in place, Penny went up on tiptoe, then dropped to one knee to THUMP that bony dagger between Mitchell's shoulders! Tremblay straightened up as soon as the Backbreaker connected, though the careful observer noted she didn't relinquish the Inverted Facelock. Instead she let loose of the top rope and brought her right arm down and across, Penny gouging her elbow into the brunette's sternum a whisper before she dropped off the apron and brought Cynthia THWHUNKING down across the full length atop the unforgiving edge!
APRON BACKBREAKER & FINAL CUT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=uu2nyFDBMv4
The brunette shuddered from end to end without falling to the floor, in fact she hooked her left arm around the bottom rope and managed to pull herself back insi-- Tremblay snatched hold of her hair and her waistband, the blonde tugging hard on both grips! “What're you doing, punk? I thought you were gonna show me how tough you were out here where the rules don't matter.”
“Bitch!” Cynthia slung her right leg around the bottom rope to provide another anchor. “Get your goddamned hands offa me, I'm in the ropesSSAAAAWWW FAAAAAAAAAHHHK!”
The Orphan of Midnight relinquished her grip on Mitchell's hair only to double down on her control over the legend's waistband. One massive YANK was all it took to transform Cynthia's already scant briefs into the faintest hint of thong. Such uncouth strategies always earned big cheers from the more salacious element among the FAWNatics and they found themselves roaring all the louder when Tremblay hunched forward and took a Brewster-esque bite out of her foe's defenseless glutes!
“VICIOUS SLUT!” Mitchell shrieked as she endured this toothsome show of callipygian cruelty. “FUCKIN' LET GO OF NGH! NGH! NGH!”
Penny abandoned the biting as quickly as it'd started so she could fill her hands with the brunette's hair and THUMP her head against the apron no less than half a dozen times! “Enough of that crap right now, Penny!” Merle shouted at his charge from minimum safe distance. “Get it back in the ring, this is a wrestling match, remember?”
A single glance in his direction told Merle that Tremblay had heard him, just as her quick application of a Front Facelock said she meant to ignore him entirely. Slinging the brunette's left arm across her shoulders, Penelope shifted her position so she was looking directly into the squared circle, then backed up until Mitchell was suspended by the blonde's hooks at one end and her own shins at the other. Give Cyn credit, she balled her free hand into a fist and pounded half a dozen punches into Tremblay's ribs in a valiant escape effort but the Last True Believer wouldn't be denied. Without warning she twisted under her foe and laid out on her back to bring Mitchell THWHUMPING down on the back of her head and shoulders courtesy a particularly nasty Neckbreaker!
APRON NECKBREAKER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=dAI69j6vX5Q
Cynthia hit full force and slopped to one side while Penny rose to one knee and bellowed with delight over this latest act of violence. She didn't pause to revel for long though, it was only a matter of seconds before her hands were back in Mitchell's hair to haul her to boot-leather in a series of tugs and jerks. “Don't bother reaching for the ropes, in fact, don't even look at the ring.” Penny hissed in the brunette's ear as she deftly secured Mitchell's left arm in a Half Nelson. “Far as you're concerned, there is no ring. We're fighting in some dingy back alley, one that just happens to have an audience of thousands.”
She pivoted around so they were both facing the front row fans before Penny reached over with her right hand, took hold of Cyn's left wrist and pulled the limb tight across her throat to complete the Cobra Clutch. Mitchell thrashed hard as the hold cut off her oxygen, there were no ropes to offer a break though that didn't stop her from surging toward the guardrail that separated the wrestlers from the fans. Tremblay let make it a couple steps, then punished the Carolinian's tenacity with no less than half a dozen Kneelifts to the small of Cynthia's back. “You don't really want to be out here, do you, hag?” the blonde murmured. “There's too many hard edges. Too many sharp points. Too many unforgiving surfaces to bounce you off of, into and throHHHRRRGGHHH!”
Mitchell raised her right foot and STAMPED down on Penny's toes as hard as she could! She'd hoped to break Tremblay's grip at once, but damned if the Angriest Acolyte didn't yoke up on the Cobra Clutch and charge forward to BWUNG Cyn gut-first into the steel barricade! “You think you can get away that easy?!” Penelope sneered as she resumed her Kneelift barrage, though this time they were aimed directly at the brunette's vulnerable glutes. “Hiding in the crowd can't save you! I'll hunt you down, tear you apart and leave what's left in the middle of the ring so the Mitchell's, the Burlingame's and every other inbred wrestling 'dynasty' will know their time is running--”
Cynthia saw a dude in a Hellions shirt in the second row and reached a desperate hand in his direction. Bless his heart, he didn't hesitate for an instant, he just handed Mitchell his drink and cheered alongside the rest of the FAWNatics when the former World Champion slung the contents into Penny's unsuspecting face!
Gasping for air after the Cobra Clutch fell away, Cynthia spiked a few elbows into Penny's gut before she turned around and snagged her own two-fisted grip on the blonde's long locks. Wrenching Tremblay's head back far enough to set the willowy warrior on her heels, Mitchell shook her foe's head from side to side and hissed, “You've done it now, buttercup. Let me show you what a catastrophic fuck-up looks like.” She didn't wait for a response from Tremblay, instead Mitchell rushed across the narrow aisle and SLAMMED the former Churchgoer's forehead against the edge of the apron. Pride demanded the Middle Mitchell heap on some more punishment out here on the floor, but Merle's count was already at 'SEVENTEEN!' and she didn't want to risk a double count-out when she had the brat at her mercy.
Even with the time crunch she made a point of draaaaaaagging Tremblay's face back and forth against the ledge before she hooked an arm between the blonde's thighs and muscled her back into the ring. A single rough shove sent Penelope rolling toward the center while Cynthia hopped onto the apron and grabbed the top rope in both hands. Several loud whistles reminded Mitchell that her trunks were still riding quite a bit higher than usual, but rather than adjust she waggled her hips to and fro to raise even more noise from the capacity crowd. As for Penny, she'd come to a stop on her stomach and slowly rose to all fours.
Still woozy from the head-on-apron collision, she registered the roar of the crowd but chose to clamber to verticality before bothering to investigate the source. This proved a costly mistake because Mitchell leapt onto the top rope as soon as Tremblay started to rise. Another jump sent the former World Champion soaring through the aether, meaning she was bearing down on the oblivious blonde when Penny turned around and--THWHUNK! Mitchell smashed the point of her right knee into the blonde's temple with a Cynsational Sledge that sent Tremblay crumpling to her knees with her hands limp at her sides.
Cynthia's landing was much more comfortable, she came down on both feet and immediately pivoted so that her right shoulder was pointed at the penitent grappler. After a moment's pause to SLAP one hand against her buns, the former World Champion hopped forward and lashed out with her right leg to THWHACK a Super Kick offa her opponent's cheek!
CYNSATIONAL SLEDGE & BASEMENT SUPER KICK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=WOHGLSpLslE
Tremblay's head snapped to the side and she tumbled over onto her back in an insensate starfish that--“MMMMMMPPPPPHHHHHH!” Cynthia circled around above the blonde, planted a foot on either side of her head and dropped to her knees to bury Tremblay in buttocks from eyebrows to chin!
“Regretting that wedgie now, buttercup?” Mitchell was all smiles as she took hold of Penny's wrists and stuffed them into the pit of the blonde's tummy. This only brought more muffled wails from the Angriest Acolyte which in turn caused Cyn to grind her hips a little harder while Merle swooped in and counted off...
ONE...
TWO...
THRENOOOOOOOO!
Tremblay planted her feet and bridged high enough to dump Cynthia off her perch with a whisper to spare.
Shaking her head in irritation as she got to one knee, the brunette finally 'flicked' her distended bottoms back into place, Mitchell knee-walked into place behind Penny so she could grab the blonde's left wrist in her right hand and vice versa. “Not too pleasant getting strangled with your own arms, is it honey?” Cynthia cooed as she pulled the Straitjacket Choke tight. “Would you believe it's about to get worse?”
“Huuuuuhhhh...how?” Penny rasped. “You already put that fat ass on my facEEERRRHHH!”
Mitchell yanked the blonde down onto her back while simultaneously bringing her legs up to 'SMECK' around her opponent's noggin! Ankles locked, Cyn pulled tight on the younger wrestler's wrists and squeeeeeeeeeeeeezed the Headscissors until Penelope squealed and beat her heels against the canvas. “Tap out, buttercup!” Mitchell ordered as she rocked her hips up and down, back and forth. “Before I pop your prissy little head like a grape!”
Tremblay cursed in response, which Merle would've accepted as a valid refusal if not for the flush of red that was slowly creeping into Tremblay's features. For the sake of due diligence the official sank to one knee and asked, “What do you say, Penny? Need me to call for the bell?”
“NO!” the Orphan of Midnight barked at once. “I need you to back the fuck off while I fight my way out of this cottage cheese avalancHHHRRRRGGGHHH!”
Mitchell YANKED back on those captured wrists and stretched her legs out full length to put even more strain on the blonde's skull. “I'm not asking anymore, bitch. Tap out before I decide to grind the nose off your fugly face!”
The crowd took up a 'TAP!' chant to bolster the veteran's demands, but Penelope refused to comply. Instead she gouged her heels into the mat and draaaaaaaaaaagged their combined weight a little closer to the ropes. Cynthia didn't want to give up the Straitjacket to halt her foe's progress (laborious though it may be) so she yanked Penny's captured wrists from side to side and repeatedly lifted her hips to put even more pressure on the blonde's aching skull. “Give it up, buttercup!” she demanded again. “You're fucking finished!”
The anguish etched deep on Tremblay's face suggested the brunette's assertion was correct, and yet the Orphan of Midnight kept inching and scraping her way closer and closer to freedom. Forced to admit that Penny was going to hook a foot over the bottom rope if she didn't take drastic action in short order, Mitchell abruptly released her Wristlocks and rolled onto her belly, which forced the blonde to do the same. With her hands free to do all sorts of interesting things, the Carolina Reaper planted 'em against the mat and lifted her legs up only to drive them down in a tawdry pounding motion that THWUMPED Tremblay's forehead against the thinly-sheathed plywood.
Of course one concussive collision wasn't nearly enough so Cyn repeated the tactic half a dozen times and would've happily made it a full baker's dozen if Merle hadn't tapped her on the shoulder and said, “Break the hold, Cynthia! She's in the ropes!”
Mitchell scowled, looked back over her shoulder and damned if the blonde hadn't locked both ankles around the bottom rope. “Little bitch is going to have to hold on a little longer, Merle.” Rearing back on her knees so she was effectively sitting on the nape of Tremblay's neck, Cynthia snatched a double handful of hair and pulled with every intention of baring some scalp while simultaneously DRIVING her ass down onto the blonde's shoulders over and over again! The domineering display was still going on when Merle hit 'FOUR!' but Mitchell released without comment, save for the show she made of dusting the other wrestler's hair off her palms once she'd returned to verticality.
As for Penny, she fought to one knee and backed into the ropes though it looked like she was a long way from rising to her full height. “Get up, candy-ass!” Cynthia shouted to the recovering blonde. “You talked such a big game earlier, where's that attitude now? Guess I smashed it outta that fugly head of yours, didn't--”
Tremblay flipped hair out of her eyes and raised a defiant middle finger at the former World Champion. Clambering to her feet with the help of the strands, Bad Penny hissed, “Watch your tone around your betters, assho--”
Cynthia charged, sprang up and hooked her right arm around the back of Tremblay's head to YANK her down to the mat with a Leaping Complete NO! The Last True Believer draped her left arm over the top rope and secured a death-grip on the middle strand to ensure she remained upright while Mitchell came down HARD on the back of her head and shoulders! Cynthia somersaulted through the landing and came to a rest on her knees, the brunette looking woozy and unsure of herself in the aftermath of--THWHACK! Penny stepped forward, planted on her left foot and whipped out a hellacious Buzzsaw Kick that caromed off the base of the Cyn-Ful One's skull!
BUZZSAW KICK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=3JXZ0FjghTk
Mitchell reeled, started to tumble forward and got interrupted when Tremblay snatched a double handful of hair. Quick to wedge the penitent lovely's head between her thighs, Penny wrapped her arms around Cynthia's waist and muscled her up onto her right shoulder where she carefully switched over from the Waistlock to identical grips on each of Mitchell's biceps. Crucifix secure, Tremblay tromped to the middle of the ring and turned in a circle to show off her prize. Once that was done she honed in on a corner across the ring and took off at a full gallop, the lissome lovely picking up a ferocious head of steam only to grind to a halt and hurl Cynthia like a lawn dart! The trip was as short as it was unpleasant for the FAWN Original, Cynthia BWUUUUNGED spine-first into the top turnbuckle and bounced away to hit the deck like someone tossed clear of a car wreck!
LAST NIGHT OF SADNESS @ 1:45
www.youtube.com/watch?v=LIuz4dinZ1o
Nothing but smiles as Mitchell suffered through her Last Night of Sadness, Penny hurried to that same corner, slipped out onto the apron and climbed to the top rope. No showboating for the undeserving crowd, though the blonde did make a point to blow a smooch in Cynthia's direction before she leapt out into the void. Tremblay hadn't made her bones as much of a highflier but you never would've known it by her technique as she stretched out in a shallow 'C' shape that [/b]THAWHAMMED[/b] every bit of her hundred and thirty-two pounds down atop Cynthia's chest! Crushed into the canvas by the force of that Dying Breath, Mitchell offered no response as Penny hooked the far leg tight and nodded along with Merle's count of...
DYING GASP:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=CujzuZzNTrw
ONE...
TWO...
THRENOOOOOOOO!
Cynthia twitched a shoulder off the mat, breaking the pin with a whisper to spare!
Dark eyes wide with incredulous fury, Penny sprang to her feet and actually stalked toward Merle before she reigned it all in. Nails digging deep into the meat of her palms, the blonde spun around on one heel and stormed back to Cynthia, who'd just managed to turn onto her side. “You should've stayed down, hag.” she hissed in the midst of filling both hands with the brunette's dark hair. “Now you're gonna get a taste of what's headed Burlingame's way.”
Scraping the veteran off the mat with extreme prejudice, Penny slipped around behind Mitchell's back and slipped her head beneath the Carolinian's left arm. In the same instant she curled her right arm across Cyn's lower back and braced her left hand against the back of her foe's left thigh. To the uninitiated in looked like the beginning of a Backdrop Suplex and this impression wasn't dispelled when the Angriest Acolyte boosted Mitchell onto her right shoulder. But Cynthia had hardly come to a rest when the blonde twisted out from underneath and laid out on her back while bringing both knees up tight against her chest! Mitchell came down full force on those upturned joints and was bent into an awful arch as a result, the crowd groaning in sympathetic anguish to provide voice for the silent scream on Mitchell's lips.
SPINE TREMBLAR:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=fwff5hhOh-0
Launched away to land on her devastated back, Cynthia landed close enough to the edge to entertain the thought of a rope break IF Tremblay hadn't seized her at wrist and ankle and draaaaaaaaaaaaaaaagged her back to the center. Tossing those limp limbs aside without so much as a thought, Penelope stepped over and sat down to bring the full weight of her backside to bear on the brunette's oblivious forehead.
“Enjoy the view, buttercup.”
Bad Penny was all haughty disdain as she arched her back and smoothed down her hair, the blonde making no effort to augment the pin with anything other than sheer glute weight. The boos hadn't yet reached a crescendo when Merle swooped in to count...
ONE...
TWO...
THREE!
Now Tremblay did pile on, the victorious battler crooking her hands into claws just to RAKE them up Mitchell's fluttering tummy while the Announcer confirmed, “Ladies and gentlemen, your winner via pin-fall... PENNY TREMB--”
THWHACK!
An unscheduled Ace dove under the bottom rope and popped to boot-leather just in time to interrupt that proclamation with a pinpoint Super Kick upside Penny's head! The Orphan of Midnight rolled away, came to a stop on one knee and hauled herself upright without actually knowing who or what had just hit her. “Meddling bitch, you're gonna--” Sue Burlingame rushed in, caught Tremblay in a Three Quarters Facelock and laid out on one side to deliver the blonde's unsuspecting face to the deck with a thunderous Ace Crusher!
SUE BURLINGAME:
OUTTA NOWHERE!
www.youtube.com/watch?v=t1XzYMQkXDU
Spinning to one knee as Penny contemplated the canvas in semiconscious silence, Sue looked over the tableau for several seconds before she reached into the hip pocket of her jeans and pulled out the same silver coin Tremblay had stuffed into her hand following the sneak attack at CNP. “This belongs to you, kiddo.” she set it down directly in front of the younger woman's nose to guarantee she couldn't miss it upon waking. “You wanted the best? Well now you've got her. You better pray you're ready.”
No response from Penny, so Burlingame got to her feet and made a show of brushing the dirt from one shoulder before she exited the ring as quickly as she'd entered.