Post by hawkeye on Feb 6, 2023 2:23:36 GMT
“Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall with a thirty minute time limit and it is for the FAWN Tag Team Championship! Introducing first, they are the challengers. Hailing from San Juan, Puerto Rico, standing five feet seven inches tall, Marisol Ayala… and her partner, from Rio de Janeiro, Brazil, standing five feet four inches tall, Luisa Campos… at a combined weight of two hundred and fifty-seven pounds, together they are… DIIIAAAMMMOOONNNDDDSSS ANNNDDD PEEEAAARRRLLLSSS!”
The Announcer’s voice reverberated through the building as the devilish dark-haired duo graced the drooling FAWNatics with their presence.
MARISOL AYALA:
Ayala took the lead among the badass brunettes as they marched to the ring. The taller, curvier half of D&P was clad in a black velvet fightin’ two piece, the bottoms high-waisted, the bikini top for the moment at least partially obscured by her unzipped, diamond studded black leather jacket—though Marisol’s impressive cleavage was in no way disguised. Around the Puerto Rican beauty’s neck was a narrow black choker, with white pads and boots completing the look.
LUISA CAMPOS:
Campos sported a similar one piece—also in black velvet, with a keyhole design that bared her cleavage, certainly more modest than her partner’s, but no less eye catching. There were no shoulder straps with this design; instead, a string of pearls looped around her neck, connecting to the velvet just above that keyhole opening to hold the garment in place. Like her partner, she too sported white pads and boots. But Luisa also wore a pair of elbow length opera style gloves, and instead of a leather jacket, she sported an exceedingly long, black ring cape, its tail trailing behind her by a number of feet.
On one hand, Luisa paid the audience no attention as she strode toward the ring, nose ever so slightly upturned and a sneer on her lips. On the other, the deliberateness of the march and the swish of her hips illustrated how much she’s aware and enjoyed being the center of attention, or at least sharing the spotlight with Marisol. Ayala not only acknowledged the crowd but had no issue jawing with them each step to the ring.
The Puerto Rican again took the lead in heading up the stairs. She kept climbing, claiming the near ring-post. Marisol stepped to the second rope, raising a defiant fist into the air, a prophecy of domineering victory against the dangerous duo that'd so recently ended the record-breaking reign of D&P's old enemies, Cosmic Noir.
Luisa moved to the center of the apron before sweeping through the ropes, her cape catching and trailing over the second cable as she moved toward the middle of the ring. There, she brought her hands to her shoulders and slipped off her cape, allowing it to gather in a puddle behind her.
Marisol dropped into the confines and motioned Luisa to join her. The usually disinterested Campos had no yawn to stifle tonight, Diamonds & Pearls had their chance to claim the most valuable prize in women's tag team wrestling and she was already crafting D&P&G merchandise in her head. With Marisol facing the hard-cam, her arms high and wide, Luisa dropped to one knee in front of her partner, both women daring the turncoat and the manipulator to come get the beating they so richly deserved.
Promise made, the tawdry triad started down the ramp with Daphne in the lead and Scandalous a little behind in their usual hip swinging lock-step. Gifting any and all of their detractors with that devious ‘W’ and a several choice curse words, the ladies abruptly dismissed the sheeple and raced for the ring with Lucy just far enough in front to hop onto the apron. Feet planted firm, Harker leaned back against the ropes as first Mina and then Daphne shot underneath to enter the squared circle. Once they were in place she hooked her arms over the top rope and dipped her hips to roll into the ring herself. She landed just in front of Mina and Daphne and the crowd, long-time Scandalous haters that they were couldn’t help but cheer as it looked like they’d finally get-- the hateful threesome spun away from each other and raised the W’s high, their salute far more effective than any middle finger.
PSY OPS:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=V5z63Bi_d1I
The raucous revelers were still jeering at full volume when they were introduced by slow, plinking piano notes. Derision gave way to concern as words dripped from the speakers.
With your feet in the air and your head on the ground
Try this trick and spin it, yeah
Your head will collapse but there's nothing in it
And you'll ask yourself
Where is my mind?
Where is my mind?
Everyone was still pondering this ominous question when the curtain was brushed aside and the new order of things came into view. Becky Clayton and Celia Blassenville emerged shoulder to shoulder, the longtime enemies now united in a campaign that had claimed the Madhouse in October and disrupted the cosmos in December. The former Howling Commandos greeted their absentee leader with dismay, disgust and disappointment, the cacophony of their collective distress an easy equal to their distaste for the challengers.
BECKY CLAYTON:
CELIA BLASSENVILLE:
Becky Clayton didn't give a single damn about what they thought, as evidenced by the 'what're ya gonna do about it?' smirk on her face as she undid the belt around her waist and raised it overhead This resulted in another round of jeers but the occasional cheer and whistle could be heard, the more salacious element among the FAWNatics happy to embrace Clayton now that she'd embraced Celia's unorthodox approach. And you couldn't really blame them, considering her battle gear. For tonight's exercise against Diamonds & Pearls she wore a cold grey, black & blue version of her formerly standard green & brown camouflage two-piece. The tie-sided bottoms were the same as was the ladder / double helix of lycra that ran from the top of her waistband all the way to the southern border of her low-cut sports bra. The look was completed with flat black pads, black boots and a few wraps of matte black wrist-tape. Also worth noting? Clayton's dark blonde locks, which usually hung free or pulled back in a simple ponytail were now drawn back in the snug French Braid Celia had favored for years.
Beside her, the Sinister Svengali wore a gleaming black lycra one-piece with long ‘sleeves’ that were comprised of a pair of thin ebon bands that wound around her arms, ending just above the wrists. Her ensemble finished with matching knee-pads and gleaming white wrestling boots, while her long copper-colored hair was collected in the aforementioned French Braid. While Clayton hoisted her prize for all to see, Blassenville treated hers as nothing more than an accessory, or perhaps a small but vital piece of equipment in her latest experiment. Indeed she seemed far more interested in Bex's reaction to the crowd (and vice versa) than the women waiting in the ring. After a moment she leaned over to Clayton and murmured something in her ear.
Becky's attention flicked to Diamonds and Pearls and she smiled. “Understood. Let's make a statement.” With that she started down the ramp and Celia fell into place a few steps behind.
They were halfway to the squared circle when the Announcer called, “And introducing their opponents. Hailing from Denver, Colorado and New Cannan, Louisiana respectively, weighing in at a combined total of two-hundred and eighty pounds, they are the reigning and defending FAWN Tag Team Champions... BECKY CLAYTON AND CELIA BLASSENVILLE!”
This brought a fresh round of jeers, which only caused Clayton to raise her gold a little higher. Completely ignoring the fans on the aisle, Clayton and Blassenville tromped up the steel steps and slipped through the ropes to lay claim to the center of the ring just as Diamonds and Pearls moved to the far corner. Swinging around to face the hard camera, Clayton showed off the gold for all the losers at home while Celia kept her attention on the two white mice who lusted after all they'd attained. Neither Luisa or Marisol made a move, their prudence earning a murmured, “Good girls.” from Celia before she handed the strap off to Al Carpenter and headed to the opposite corner.
The crowd, unsure of how to react when they didn't particularly like any of the ladies involved in this contest, still mustered a loud roar when Becky and Marisol strode out from opposing corners. If nothing else they could cheer for whoever was dishing out punishment without having to concern themselves with the jerk (or in Clayton's case, traitor) absorbing it. Not that their resolutions amounted to anything other than noise for champions and challengers, mind you. Diamonds and the Camouflage Crusher walked each other down, chested up hard and started talking trash the instant their foreheads made contact.
“You think you're real scary now that you changed your trunks, puta?” Ayala sneered. “Or because you got some mad scientist backing your skinny ass up? You haven't changed at all. You're still the same whiny loser who couldn't get anything done by her--”
“Where's the gold around your waist, Diamonds?” Clayton interrupted with scathing contempt. “Oh that's right, you don't have any! I hate to tell you this, but all the costume jewelry and thrift store bomber jackets in the world can't disguise the fact that you and Campos are nothing but loud-mouthed punks in desperate need of an ass kickNNGGH!”
Marisol cut her off with a quick Headbutt between the eyes, then grabbed a huge handful of hair at the scruff of the blonde's neck so she could pummel her with several quick rights! “Yeah, give it to her, Diamonds!” Luisa cheered from the challenger's corner. “Bring that loser over here, we'll show her how it's done!”
Very much aware that isolating Clayton and Blassenville was key to toppling the pair of Destroyers, Ayala THUMPED a Broadside Kneelift across the blonde's tummy, then pivoted toward D&P's side of town and tromped in that direction. She was still several steps out when Bex slammed on the brakes and pounded several heavy shots into the brunette's tummy. None of them broke Diamonds' grip, but it did loosen enough for Clayton to seize control of the march and moments later it was Marisol who found herself tossed into the turnbuckles!
The One Woman Army didn't pursue, instead she took a few steps back and raised a beckoning hand to Pearls, who'd grown considerably quieter now that the prospect of some double team fun had passed. “C'mon, puta..” Becky cooed to the smaller brunette. “Aren't you going to show me how it's done?”
Luisa snarled but otherwise remained silent until Ayala pushed herself off the corner and started forward. “Pearls will make you scream soon enough.” Marisol promised. “But she'll have to wait until I'm tired of punching you in the mouth.”
“Oh, you're going to punch me in the mouth?” Clayton taunted. “How are you gonna do that when you're down on your knees crying about your wrists?” She didn't wait for a response, she merely raised her left hand overhead in a silent, albeit unmistakable challenge.
A less confident fighter might've hesitated, Marisol Ayala didn't even blink. She stepped up, pressed her right hand against Clayton's left and--CRACK!
Becky slapped Diamonds across the mouth and chided, “I'd have punched you, but I wasn't sure your glass jaw could take--”
She went dead quiet when Ayala cupped her free hand over the blonde's right breast and squeezed like it was a stress ball! “Diamonds beat camouflage every time, little girl.” Marisol purred at the champion. “You'll find that out real fast if you've got the fucking nerve to complete this Test of--”
Clayton's nerves weren't in question, as the brunette discovered when she clamped down and began to squeeeeeeeeeeeze. “This is supposed to intimidate me?” Becky jostled her opponent's boob after several seconds of tense silence. “Sloppy bullshit like this might win you some followers on the beach but it's just gonna get you humiliated in my ri--”
Clayton went quiet again when Ayala redoubled her efforts on the claw half of the Test. “Ohhh, was the a little tremble in your bicep, honey?” Marisol giggled as she continued to knead and crush. “I told you camouflage was no match for diamonds, but you just had to run your mouth and find out. Now you're gonna scream it for the whole world!” Ayala broke her grip only to reapply it as a pincer, Diamonds catching Clayton's nipple through the lycra of her top for a savage twist that did indeed earn a loud yelp from the powerhouse blonde!
“Yeah, that's right! On your knees! Down on your knees, puta!” Marisol hopped / stomped to emphasize Becky crumpling to her knees under the combined strain of the torturous Test. “You wanna call out for help, loser?” Ayala was ruthlessly twisting her foe's nipple while simultaneously bending her hand backward over her wrist. “Go on, cry for the good doctor and I'll toss you aside just long enough to kick her ass toOOFFHH!”
Becky's hands were otherwise occupied so she reared back and THUMPED a Headbutt into the pit of Marisol's stomach! Both clamps eased up enough to draw a sigh of relief from the penitent champion, but rather than fight back to a vertical base Clayton delivered a second Headbutt and then a third, which landed in the dead center of the challenger's briefs!
“BITCH!” Ayala gaped as she forgot all about the titty twister in favor of guarding her aching undercarriage. Or at least that's what she had in mind, the brunette hadn't done much more than bring her knees together when Bex abandoned her own pincer to THUMP a short Uppercut into Diamonds' crotch! Already shivering, Ayala's legs gave out and she crumpled to her knees with one hand wedged between her thighs.
Now thoroughly in control of their contest, Clayton tossed the Knuckle-Lock aside so she could grip the challenger's head in both hands. “I don't NEED Celia to help tear your ass apart.” she murmured. “I will however, take great pleasure in helping prepare you for vivisection.”
Gritting her teeth as she fought to overcome the Low Blow induced nausea, Marisol wrapped her arms around Becky's shoulders in an awkward clinch and replied, “Gonna take more than your cheap shit to keep me down, putAAARRRHHH!”
Quick, agonizing vengeance for the Peacekeeper as she doubled down on Ayala's own pincer tactic to make the brunette wail to the rafters! “Keep talking that talk, bitch. Pretty soon it's the only thing you'll have lefRGH!”
Ayala added a vicious Hair-Pull to her sort of Bear Hug but one savage 'twist of the dials' from Clayton confirmed that the champion was still in control of their clench.
“Up.” Becky ordered. “Stand your ass up, I said.” A few sharp upward tugs forced Diamonds to do as ordered, Marisol's pretty features strained with the pain and anger of having to comply in so ginger a fashion. Yet this return to verticality meant they were more or less back on equal footing and Clayton wasn't interested in anything approaching fairness so she immediately jabbed a Kneelift into the pit of her foe's stomach! A final sharp tweak ensured Marisol was suitably discombobulated when Becky released her grip and wrapped both arms around the brunette's waist. “You're real proud of these tits, aren't you, baby?” Clayton squeeeeeeeeeeezed the Bear Hug in a way that maximized their chest to chest contact, an arrangement that was particularly unpleasant for Marisol given the abuse she'd so recently endured. “Let's see how proud you'll be after I've torn them to shre--”
“You aren't doing shit, puta.” Ayala huffed. “You're still the same whiny, goody two shoes loser you've always--”
The Camouflage Crusher dipped her knees and popped her hips to take the other Destroyer up and around, Marisol THWHAMMED down atop the deck with Bex pressed down on her abused chest! Hands still locked tight after the Belly to Belly Suplex, Clayton clambered to her feet and forced the challenger to do the same. She'd just regained her balance when the big blonde unleashed a second Suplex, their combined two-hundred and seventy pounds making the squared circle shiver as Diamonds was once against crushed between a rock and a hard(body) place.
“C'mon Diamonds, you don't have to take that shit from her!” Luisa called to her partner as the flagging brunette was peeled off the canvas. “She's a punk-ass puta and you're a cha--”
Becky twisted around and tipped a wink to Pearls before sinking into a deep crouch and popping her hips to hurl Ayala halfway across the ring with an Overhead Belly to Belly Suplex! Ayala THWHAMMED down flat on the canvas, then sat up and set about rubbing her aching back.
HAT TRICK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=qKV8R_S1lQQ
She was still working on those knots when Clayton strolled over, snatched a double handful of hair and hauled her upright. Cursing when she realized they were in the shadow of the champions' corner, Marisol threw a couple elbows into Becky's tummy, unfortunately the blonde countered with a Headbutt to the nape of her neck and she couldn't wrest free before Clayton slung her into the buckles. A single Shoulderblock stuffed Diamonds' backside up onto the middle turnbuckle and kept her there while Celia leaned over and smacked her partner's shoulder to make the first tag of the match.
A few more Shoulderblocks ensured Ayala was suitably preoccupied while the Temptress dipped through the ropes and PWAK! Blassenville decked the brunette with a big right hand, then took a few steps back so Carpenter wouldn't piss and moan while Becky used up a the rest of his count with half a dozen heavy punches to the challenger's belly. “Your confidence is refreshing, Ms. Ayala.” Blassenville told Diamonds once she's grabbed a handful of hair. “Alas I fear it won't be enough to prevent us from exhausting you before we turn our attention to Ms. Campos.”
“Fuuhhh... fear whatever you like, puta.” the brunette groaned. “You're still gonna be one and done before that bell rings agaiOOOFFFFHHH!” The Temptress hooked a nasty punch into the brunette's liver, then redoubled the hair-grip when Marisol almost crumpled to her knees. Pivoting around behind Diamonds without relinquishing her grip, Celia carefully dipped her right shoulder and slipped that arm through Ayala's legs while simultaneously cupping her left hand over Marisol's chin to better boost her up across the redhead's broad shoulders in an agonizing Torture Rack!
TORTURE RACK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=ovUYLMYiOPw
“HHHRRRGGHHHHH!” Ayala couldn't suppress a groan as Blassenville cranked down on both ends while also jostling in place. Unlike many of her contemporaries who took much delight in showing off their prey when captured in such an unpleasant predicament, the Crimson Cagliostro remained anchored in the center of the squared circle with her eyes locked on Luisa. Campos bared her teeth and stepped onto the bottom rope with one foot but she made no move to interfere, not with Celia staring a hole through her at all times. Sensing she'd done a thorough job stuffing any outside assistance before it even began, Blassenville abruptly hopped / stamped in place while jerking down on both ends of the Torture Rack.
“Ask her.” she demanded of Al Carpenter.
“Don't fucking bother, asshole.” Marisol could've been talking to the champ or the zebra. “I'm not about to give up Tag Gold because of this little chiropractic sessERRRRRGGGHHHH!”
Celia sank into a deeeeeeeep crouch, held it for several seconds, then popped right back up to earn another round of pained wriggling. Two more reps had the crowd starting in on a 'TAP!' chant, which seemed to delight Blassenville to no end. “Do you hear that, Diamonds?” she teased. “These people are so concerned about your welfare that they'd rather see you submit than endure any more punishment! Isn't that so thoughtful? I truly believed that'd relish every indignity I heaped upon you, but perhaps they've recognized some of their own misguided failures in your own desperate wrigglrrgghhh!”
Ayala crooked her left arm under Celia's chin and squeezed hard! It wasn't quite a Sleeper considering the angle, but the brunette tacked on a hair pull for good measure and the expression on Blassenville's face suggested she didn't care for the shabby treatment one bit. “Get her off the hair, Carpenter.” Bex warned from the champions' corner. “That shit is cheap, even for trash like her.”
“That's quite all right, Rebecca.” Celia's voice was remarkably calm for a woman enduring a painful hold even as she applied one of her own. “In fact, Marisol was just about to break her grip, isn't that right, Marisol?”
“Yeah, puta.” Ayala huffed. “I'll let go just as soon as you tap ouWHOAHNNNGGGGHHH!”
The Temptress moved her right hand from Diamonds' thigh to her tush, Blassenville pushing her prey up and off with more than enough power to send her sailing out behind. In the next instant she cupped both hands over Marisol's chin and laid out flat to THAWHAM the brunette against the deck with a huge Torture Rack Neckbreaker! Ayala landed hard and bounced to a seat only to be forced down again when Blassenville palmed both shoulders. Quick to cover the vulnerable Destroyer, Celia hooked the far leg while keeping an eye on Campos through a count of...
TORTURE RACK NECKBREAKER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=-57Qq3i3fW8
ONE...
TWO...
Marisol raised a shoulder off the mat in time with 'TWO' to prove she was still in the fight! This was a great relief to Pearls, who'd started to ease through the ropes despite constant scrutiny from the champions.
Neither the escape or the potential interference perturbed Blassenville in the slightest, she merely took a moment to adjust her trunks before palming Marisol's ears to haul her off the deck. Switching over to a Wristlock just as Al started to kvetch about the hair, Celia stepped back and slung her burden into the ropes closest to ClayNO!
Ayala dug in her heels and reversed the Whip to send Blassenville in her place! Celia seemed unfazed by the reversal, she hit the strands and bounced out at high speed on a crash course for Maris-- Ayala dropped down onto her tummy so that the champion skipped over and continued to the far side of the ri-- Luisa lunged from her corner just as Blassenville turned her back on the strands. Snatching hold of the top rope in both hands, Pearls hopped from the apron to the floor to create a dangerous low bridge that sent the unsuspecting Temptress tumbling over the top rope!
“HEY!” Clayton barked in outrage as her partner disappeared from view. “YOU'RE GONNA REGRET THAT YOU LITTLE UNNNGGHH!”
Marisol stormed over and popped the former World Champ right in the mouth only to immediately backpedal when Becky stormed through the ropes and headed her way. She'd made it all of three steps when Al interposed himself like some sort of noble madman.
“Back to your corner, Bex!” he ordered. “You know you're not legal!”
Oh so happy to piss off her adversary in full view of the official, Marisol spread her arms wide and chided, “What the fuck, honey? You gonna let that little nerd order you around? You want me? Come get me, I'm right fuckin' here!” This was true albeit only for another couple seconds as Ayala whipped around on one heel and hustled toward the site of Celia's accident the instant Clayton tried to surge past the zebra.
Elsewhere (and well out of Carpenter's line of sight, I should add) Luisa Campos started putting the boots to Celia Blassenville mere moments after the redhead THWHUMPED to the arena floor. She delivered half a dozen uncontested shots and would've tacked on twice that number if the Mistress of Puppets hadn't clambered to one knee and sent her stumbling away with a rough shove!
Wide eyed with surprise and fury, Pearls rushed up behind the penitent powerhouse, palmed her head in both hands and GOUGED her nails into Celia's face! “Who do you think you are?” she hissed in the midst of dragging Blassenville upright. “Answer me, puta! Did you really think you could dismiss us to our faces and live to see the sun riSOOFHH!”
Celia stuffed an elbow into Campos' gut by way of answer, but the lithesome brunette maintained her grip and used it to haul the taller woman up just enough to THWHUNK her forehead against the edge of the apron! Of course collision was only the first step, abrasion came next as Pearls aggressively sccccrrrrrruuuubbbed the champion's defenseless features back and forth against the rough canvas. Narrowing her focus to Blassenville's braid after several painful seconds, Luisa used the grip to drag Celia upright before she yanked back and dropped to one knee to yank the redhead off her feet and THWHUMP her down spine-first atop the posted knee!
HAIR-PULL BACKBREAKER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=lBahEQeWuS4
“Did ya save me any?” Campos looked up and grinned as Marisol slipped through the ropes to hop down beside the action. Back in the ring Clayton was still arguing with Carpenter which meant she and Diamonds had plenty of time to work over the bad ol' Mad Scientist. Taking the opportunity to deliver a heavy stomp to Blassenville's chest, Ayala shifted that foot to the hollow of her foe's throat and pressed down until the Temptress was squirming like a snake with a broken back.
“Go grab a chair, ok?” she told Luisa. “And set it up somewhere close. I want this puta to have a front row seat.”
“You heard the lady, neck-beards!” Luisa snapped to some of the front row FAWNatics. “Who's going to give up their seat to become a footnote in our championship victory?”
This was greeted by several incredulous jeers, yet one fellow sporting a first run La Gata Diabla hoodie stood up and offered his chair without comment. Campos accepted it with a poisoned smile, then turned around and hurried back to Marisol and Celia, the former now holding the latter on her knees in a brawny Full Nelson. Diamonds saw her coming and indicated a spot just behind 'em.
“Right there, Pearls.” Luisa did as asked and Marisol quickly muscled the champion into a rough seat in the chair. “Keep her in place however you'd like.” Ayala advised as she backed down the aisle. “Just be ready to get out of the way when the time comes.” “
I do so love it when I have choices.” Pearls murmured as she took the redhead's braid in one hand. “Oh, I know...” Campos looped Celia's hair across her throat and pulled back hard enough to make Blassenville wheeze and thrash beneath that coppery garrote!
“Hey, knock that crap off, Luisa!” She looked up and spotted Al Carpenter, who'd finally managed to get Clayton back to her corner. Batting her eyes at the lanky official, she replied, “I don't know what you mean, sir! Celia's holding a seat for my friend and I'm just waiting for--”
Luisa let loose and stepped aside just as Diamonds rushed in and THWHACKED a Big Boot into Celia's face!
Both Blassenville and the chair tumbled over backward on impact and no one could really say who got the worse of it between the two. Debate was still raging when Marisol collected Celia at trunks and tresses, scraped her off the floor and slung her under the bottom rope. Instead of sliding in after her prey, the big brunette hopped onto the apron and immediately climbed to the top turnbuckle where she settled into a deep crouch. Campos was beside her in a trice, Pearls making a point to grab the tag rope with one hand before slapping her friend's hip with the other. Tag made and acknowledged the official, Diamonds leapt into the lights and seemed to disappear for a moment before she came hurtling down with every bit of her hundred and thirty-five pounds THWHAMMING down across the redhead's chest!
FROG SPLASH:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=cPS2DmLiCqk
In most cases a picture perfect Frog Splash meant a follow-up cover, but Diamonds rolled clear of her target without even thinking about hooking a leg because Pearls had already vaulted onto the middle rope and was even now taking to the skies with a high, floaty back-flip that brought her THWHUMPING down on Celia's tummy in a gorgeous Moonsault! Luisa reared back on her haunches and promptly swung a leg over the gasping redhead so she could take a seat on Blassenville's chest. In the next instant she hooked both legs behind the knee and folded Celia in half with a Reverse Matchbook that had the FAWNatics itching to count along with Carpenter through the...
MOONSAULT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=rjIOaVcCpbg
ONE...
TWO...
THRENOOOOOOOOO!
Matchbooked or not, Celia Blassenville was still a Destroyer class powerhouse as she reminded the world when she planted both hands against the challenger's backside and shoved her loose with perhaps half a second remaining!
Throwing a curse in the ref's direction on general principle, Campos looked around in search of her partner only to discover that Diamonds was over in the champions' corner slugging it out with Becky Clayton, who was halfway through the ropes for the interference that Ayala had stuffed only heartbeats prior. Pearls and Al saw this development at the same time, though only the latter rushed over in hopes of breaking it up.
As for the challenger, she wasn't entirely thrilled by the prospect of subduing the Temptress all on her own, but all eyes were elsewhere at the moment and that meant... she grabbed a double handful of hair, yanked Blassenville to her knees, then raised her right leg so she could scraaaaaaaaaape her bootlaces down the other woman's face!
Celia hissed, punched Campos flush in the stomach, then sent Pearls stumbling with a rough shove. “Hrrrhhh... I assure you, Ms. Campos,” the redhead huffed as she rubbed her eyes with the heel of one palm, “you will come to regret all these libertieSSERRRGGHH!”
Luisa tromped in and did more damage to Blassenville's aching noggin with a Bionic Elbow that struck the bridge of her nose! “Liberties? Is that a polite way of saying I'm kicking your ass?” Campos punctuated the question by tagging her foe's face with a quick Bitch Slap. “Don't lash out now, remember to use your words!”
Celia responded with a growl which was just fine, she was still trying to clear her blurred vision and thus didn't see Pearls run the ropes on her six. She did clock the pounding of boots only a few seconds later, alas her reaction was too slow to prevent the Brazilian Bombshell from snatching hold of a Side Headlock before leaving her feet in a long, low hop that culminated with Celia's forehead THWHONKING against the thinly-sheathed plywood!
The Basement Bulldog drove Blassenville into the deck with enough force to tumble her onto her back and for a moment Luisa contemplated a cover before a quick check of the far corner told her the idiot zebra was still trying to pull Diamonds off the dip-shit.
“I don't feel like scraping your big ass off the mat again, so let's see how this works, sweetie.” Circling around to the champion's feet, Campos took a boot in both hands and hoisted the champ's legs off the mat in a wide 'V'. Not so woozy that she didn't recognize trouble headed in her direction, Blassenville raised a warning hand and croaked, “DonNNNGGHHHHH!”
Pearls went up on tiptoes and dropped to one knee, the better to THUMP the bony joint into her adversary's crotch! Vicious to be certain, but damned if it didn't make Celia sit up straight which in turn made it far easier for Campos to haul her to verticality. “Put her in her place, Diamonds!” she called to Marisol after she'd stuffed Celia into the challenger's corner. “Gonna need you over here sooner than later!”
This wasn't entirely true as Luisa certainly had the situation well in hand, she would however need Carpenter on hand when she decided to stop playing with her food. Speaking of which, Pearls helped herself to the redhead's locks and peeled her out of the buckles so she could sidle by her and hop into a seat on the top turnbuckle. Shifting over to an unquestionably controlling grip on Blassenville's noggin, Luisa raised her right leg and braced that shin against the side of her opponent's face. Once that was done she stood up and pushed out of the corner to send Blassenville toppling to the mat like a felled tree! Grinning as she felt her shin mash against Celia's face all the way down, Campos rolled rolled clear of the Calf Branding and scurried back to the Temptress just in time to throw herself into a Crossbody in full view of Al Carpenter.
CALF BRANDING:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=QXdboDpQi8I
The breath was still 'uuufffhhing' out of Celia's lungs when Luisa hooked the far leg and pulled it up to her chin for a count of...
ONE...
TWO...
THRNOOOO!
Blassenville lifted a shoulder to break the count much to the dismay of the FAWNatics and the outright disgust of one Luisa Campos. “Don't lose your cool, Pearls.” Marisol advised from her place in the corner. “Puta is hurting and cut off from help. Scrape her ass off the mat and we'll keep punishing her until she HEY! FUCKING LEGGO YOU NNNGGGHHH!”
Free of her fisticuffs with the Camouflage Crusher, Ayala had taken her eyes off the former World Champion and she paid for this lapse when Clayton (who'd surreptitiously dropped off the apron several seconds prior) crept up from behind the big brunette and snatched hold of her waistband! Understandably startled by the encroachment, Marisol jerked one foot up presumably to kick her attacker in the face, alas Clayton was prepared and pounded a hard punch into the back of Ayala's other knee! Diamonds' managed to reset her raised foot but now she was off balance and Becky pounded a few Forearm Smashes into the challenger's lower back before catching hold of both ankles and yanking her off the apron. Bracing both hands against the ledge so she didn't thump her abs, Ayala whipped around and sneered, “You're fucking dead now, putUUUUNNNGGGHHH!”
Becky stuffed a shoulder into the pit of Marisol's stomach, wrapped her arms around the brunette's waist and plowed forward until Ayala THWHUNKED against the steel ring-post! “Hey! Hey!” Al rushed the ropes to get a better view of the extracurricular fracas. “Knock that shit off, Bex! Clear off and get back to your damned corn--”
“Make me, asshole!”she barked. “This is what she gets for jumping RRRGGHHH!”
The brunette rocked Clayton with a short Headbutt, answered with a Bear Hug of her own and surged across the aisle to BWANG Becky's lower back into the steel guardrail! “Always knew you were a scrawny, weak nothing.” Marisol hissed as she delivered a prolonged constriction. “I'm just sorry you turned your back on these idiots because I would've LOVED to hear them booing as I jug you the fuck GUUUHHHH!” Becky squeezed her back, swung the challenger around and smashed her against the barricade hard enough to bruise several shins in the front row.
Amidst all of this Pearls was looking between Blassenville and Clayton like she couldn't quite decide to keep the pressure on the former or join her partner to take out the latter. Eventually she filled her hands with the Temptress' hair and muscled her to verticality just to slap on another grinding Side Headlock. No Bulldog now, Campos marched the Destroyer over to the ropes and pressed her face to the top rope so she could draaaaaaaaaaaaag her all along the rubber-coated steel! Blassenville cursed and pounded a punch into the brunette's ribs to make her escape but Pearls kept bearing down until she reached the corner and BWUNGED the redhead's face into the top turnbuckle.
“Enjoying the therapy so far, doc?” Luisa giggled as she clambered into a seat on the top. “I'm sure it'll do you a world of good once you acknowledge the superiority of Diamonds & Pearls!”
No answer from the Mistress of Puppets so Campos reeled her into a Front Facelock and pushed off the buckles to whip around and-- Blassenville set her hands against the lightweight's torso and sent her flying clear with a hard shove. Wiping hair off her forehead even as she settled back against the buckles, Celia winked at Luisa and chided, “Patient shows incapacitating delusions of grandeur. Recommend slapping the taste out of her ridiculous, mewling mou--” Pearls charged and leapt either for a Clothesline or maybe a Splash, whatever she had in mind it all went wrong when Blassenville hooked her right arm across the challenger's chest. Shooting up on tiptoes in the same instant, the Crimson Cagliostro dropped to her knees to THAWHAM Luisa to the deck with a huge Uranage!
URANAGE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=SKoGa755EoU
The thrum of Campos hitting the mat drew Carpenter's attention, but Celia waved him off with a little flick of her wrist. “I believe you're required elsewhere, Mr. Carpenter.” she said with a cold smile. “Fear not, I'll call when you're needed.”
Al didn't find that at all reassuring, but Celia was right. He needed to get out there and separate Ayala and Clayton before they could do any more damage. After a moment's hesitation, he pointed an index finger in her direction. “Behave yourself, Celia.” Then he was gone, the poor dope slipping through the strands to tend to a most unenviable task out on the floor.
“And so we finally have the ring to ourselves, Ms. Campos.” Blassenville murmured as she hauled Luisa to verticality with a handful of shoulder-straps. “Perhaps you'd like to take a moment to reconsider some of your earlier statements?”
“Kuuuhhh... kiss my ass, you big fucking nerd.” Luisa huffed as she tried to regain her equilibrium. “I've already proved I can throw you around without breaking a swOOOFFFHH!”
Celia booted her in the gut and grabbed a Front Facelock the instant Pearls doubled over. Slinging the Brazilian's near arm across her shooulders, the Temptress snagged a handful of waistband above her foe's left hip and boosted her high into the air for an effortless Vertical Supl-- Blassenville hit full reverse and hurled her burden back the way she'd came to THWHAM Campos down flat on her face, chest and belly!
GOURDBUSTER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=1yUsvjoDoSg
The Gourdbuster bounced Luisa up onto her knees, where Celia laid claim to her right wrist and used it to tug the gasping challenger to her feet. Another Toe Kick offered the brunette's head on a silver platter and Blassenville took it in a Front Facelock, though not before she cinched Pearls' captured arm around her throat in a half straitjacket. Soon as that was done she hoisted Luisa all the way up just to lay out on her back and THWHONK the crown of her opponent's skull into the thinly-sheathed plywood courtesy a Straitjacket DDT. Campos somersaulted to a slumped seat, then crumpled onto her side a moment later, a position she would've gladly occupied for quite a while longer if Celia hadn't caught hold of her hair shortly thereafter.
STRAITJACKET DDT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=pIgXzIK5EkA
Quick to plant a knee against the side of her foe's skull to ensure she wouldn't consider any unsolicited resistance, Celia glanced toward the brawl going on outside the ring and called, “Rebecca Clayton! Algernon Carpenter! I will soon require you both! Marisol Ayala, you may remain where you are!”
Marisol, who'd only moments ago smudged Becky up against the ring-post by the steel steps so she could THWHACK a barrage of pitiless Forearm Smashes against the blonde's chest, switched over to a brazen stranglehold that saw both thumbs jammed against Clayton's windpipe! “Hear that, puta? I can remain where I am. Too bad for you that's right here choking out your no-talent assSSEEERRRGGHH!”
Becky knew she had to break the choke as quickly as possible, but rather than grab hold of Diamonds' wrists, she put her own thumbs to work by gouging at the challenger's eyes! Ayala shrieked and actually put more into throttling the Peacekeeper so Clayton dug a little deeper and—THERE!
Drawing in an awful, ragged breath as soon as the brunette's hands dropped away, Becky raised a foot, braced it against her attacker's chest and kicked off to send her stumbling away. Credit to Al Carpenter, the poor dope stepped between both ladies in a valiant effort to keep them apart only to dive for cover when Marisol let out a war cry and hurled herself at the Camouflage Crusher! Clayton was far too short of breath to muster anything elegant so she simply held her ground until Ayala was almost on top of her. Then she dipped to one side and flicked an ankle between Diamonds' legs to send her toppling face-first into the side of the steel steps!
The hollow 'BWONG' of noggin on metal wasn't enough to overwhelm the collective 'oooooooooohhhh!' of the FAWNatics as a glassy-eyed Marisol turned over and sat slumped against the now partially dislodged steps. Cringing over Ayala's awkward fall, Carpenter still sounded relieved when he walked over to Becky and tapped her shoulder. “To your corner, Bex. Now.”
Clayton nodded, turned her attention to the champions' side of town, then forced Al to throw himself aside once more when she rushed the vulnerable challenger! The blonde succeeded where her prey had failed, Marisol unable to produce any sort of counter before the One Woman Army whipped around and THWHAMMED a wrecking ball Hip Check into her opponent's face! The steps, already knocked off their base after Ayala's first impact, dropped to the floor with a hollow BWUNK while Diamonds herself pooled on the floor in a defenseless stupor.
As of yet unaware of anything save the noises coming from outside, Celia set Luisa Campos on her feet, then took hold of the brunette's left wrist and punished her with a quick Arm Wringer that finished with the Crimson Cagliostro sidled in against Pearls' flank with that wrenched arm drawn taut across her tummy. Controlling Campos' left wrist in her left hand, Celia reached across the Lightweight's back and hooked her right arm around Luisa's right bicep before she turned around and bent over to draw the brunette up across her back in something very close to La Reinera. Shifting her grips so she could secure both of Luisa's arms with her right, Blassenville used the left to crisscross the challenger's legs for easier control and transport.
“Your corner is unnervingly empty, Ms. Campos.” Celia told Pearls as she took a short circuit around the ring. “And even our erstwhile official is, as my partner would say, M.I.A. Makes the mind go to some rather dark places, doesn't it? Wondering what I might do to you with no one to stop--”
“Go fuck yourself, honey.” Luisa groaned. “Diamonds and Pearls aren't afraid of anyHHHRRRGGHHHHH!” Celia jumped up and dropped back to THWHAM Campos down full force with Nature vs. Nurture!
NATURE VS. NURTURE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=V2mIBPIXKVE
The impact of Pearls striking the deck seemed to act as a talisman that summoned Al Carpenter from the outside, but rather than go for a cover, Celia hauled the battered brunette to her feet and casually strolled her over to the champions' corner where Becky Clayton had just reclaimed the tag rope. Smudging Luisa against the buckles as she arrived, Blassenville clamped one hand over Campos' face so she could welcome Becky back to the field.
“There were some rather interesting noises coming from outside a moment ago.” the Temptress noted in the midst of stepping aside. “Your handiwork, I presume?”
“Diamonds refused to see reason, so I made sure saw ring steps from close up.” Clayton confirmed once she was back in the ring.
“Unorthodox, but certainly effective. Shall we finish up this little exercise now or...” Celia trailed off as the One Woman Army stuffed a shoulder into Luisa's belly and muscled her into a seat on the top turnbuckle.
“Gimme a sec. I want to show little miss Pearls here the price of her disrespect. Of course if you'd like to help out...” Clayton gestured toward the neutral corner on the opposite side of the ring and Celia nodded understanding.
Taking up the tag rope as soon as she was back on the apron, the Crimson Cagliostro slapped Becky's shoulder but rather than return to the ring she hurried down the apron and climbed into the high rent district. Becky saw none of this because she'd climbed onto the second rope strand and wrapped both arms around the challenger's midsection and squueeeeeeeeeeezed hard enough to make Campos rise out of her seat. Standing on the top rope in such a predicament always earned an 'ooooohhh' of concern from the crowd and this one grew all the louder when Clayton climbed onto the top rope as well.
“You're just an accessory, bitch.” Bex murmured to the squirming challenger. “Something we wear at our discretion and discard as we see fit. And as of right now, I'm feeling pretty tired of Diamonds and Pearls.” On that ominous note the blonde powerhouse dipped her knees and popped her hips to hurl Luisa a good two-thirds of the way across the ring, Pearls THAWHAMMING down on her shoulders and upper back with enough force to make the ring shudder!
AVALANCHE BELLY TO BELLY SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=7pNQjb7_xds
The Avalanche Belly to Belly Suplex was brutal enough, yet Campos' troubles weren't yet over because she'd been delivered into the shadow of the Mistress of Puppets, who stood tall on the corner nearest the devastated Lightweight. After a quick look confirmed Marisol was still down and out nursing a steel steps hangover, Blassenville didn't so much leap as she did step off, the Destroyer-class redhead simply kicking both legs forward before gravity THWHUMPED her right thigh across Luisa's throat!
GUILLOTINE LEG DROP:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=tH1TYBsBlBc
Campos jolted from end to end and one leg kicked up, but Celia made no attempt to cover her foe. Instead she resumed the hair-hold and hauled her upright, a task made considerably more difficult because Pearls looked to be out on her feet. With one arm looped around the brunette's waist Celia repeated the trek she'd made only moments before and once again tagged Becky Clayton into the match.
No exit for the Temptress, she backpedaled to the middle of the ring with Luisa in tow and quickly reeled her into a Standing Headscissors. From there she wrapped both arms around the Pearls' waist and hoisted her up onto the point of her right shoulder. Shifting from the Waistlock to matching grips on Campos' biceps, Celia boosted the Crucifix a little bit higher as Clayton entered the fray. An exchange of nods saw Blassenville flip Luisa forward and down while Bex rushed forward, the Peacekeeper catching hold of the challenger's noggin in a Three Quarters Facelock that transformed the Dominator into an Ace Crusher that PLANTED Luisa on her face, chest and belly!
MK ULTRA @ 3:05
www.youtube.com/watch?v=JQ55b1nOcBI
Exposure to MK Ultra left Campos in a facedown sprawl, one that forced Clayton to hook a Half Nelson and shovel the Brazilian onto her back so she could climb aboard for a domineering Reverse Face Sit, Bex engulfing her prey from forehead to chin. She probably should've hooked the leg but she didn't bother, the blonde choosing instead to palm those helpless hips while Celia stood watch and Al Carpenter counted off...
ONE...
TWO...
THREE!
“Ladies and gentlemen,” the Announcer called over the jeers of the assembled, “Your winners via pin-fall and STILL the FAWN Tag Team Champions, BECKY CLAYTON & CELIA BLASSENVILLE!”
Smirking as the jeers rained down, Bex brushed off the belt when Carpenter offered it, the victorious blonde choosing instead to collect Luisa's legs and bundle them beneath her left arm so she could unleash some truly pitiless paddling with her right hand! Campos whined fitfully, her discomfort mostly muted by the smothering backside even as Clayton increased her pace.
Eventually Marisol got to her feet, spotted the indignity and started to climb onto the apron only to freeze when Celia moved to intercept. Frowning in helpless fury, Diamonds could only watch as Pearls' cheeks went pink, to red, to a scalding scarlet beneath the Camouflage Crusher's cruel palm.
Luisa's sobbing finally faded into unconscious oblivion so Becky tossed the brunette's stems aside and shifted to one knee. Eyes locked on Marisol, she patted her thigh and said, “C'mon Diamonds. You're next.”
“Never.” Ayala hissed, her dark eyes shiny with hate.
“You're not getting a rematch with that attitude, sweet cheeks.”
Bex got to her feet and finally accepted gold from Carpenter, the blonde raising it high overhead even as she planted a foot on Luisa's tummy. Celia made no comment, she merely draped the gold over her shoulder and kept watch, silently daring Marisol to make the wrong choice. But Diamonds did not, she only held her ground until Becky strolled away and mounted a corner on the far side of the ring. Only then did Ayala slide under the bottom, grab Campos by the ankles and drag her to safety.
“Next time, fucker.” she growled to Celia. “You won't be so lucky.”
“Neither will you, Ms. Ayala.” the Temptress promised. “Neither will you.”
The Announcer’s voice reverberated through the building as the devilish dark-haired duo graced the drooling FAWNatics with their presence.
MARISOL AYALA:
Ayala took the lead among the badass brunettes as they marched to the ring. The taller, curvier half of D&P was clad in a black velvet fightin’ two piece, the bottoms high-waisted, the bikini top for the moment at least partially obscured by her unzipped, diamond studded black leather jacket—though Marisol’s impressive cleavage was in no way disguised. Around the Puerto Rican beauty’s neck was a narrow black choker, with white pads and boots completing the look.
LUISA CAMPOS:
Campos sported a similar one piece—also in black velvet, with a keyhole design that bared her cleavage, certainly more modest than her partner’s, but no less eye catching. There were no shoulder straps with this design; instead, a string of pearls looped around her neck, connecting to the velvet just above that keyhole opening to hold the garment in place. Like her partner, she too sported white pads and boots. But Luisa also wore a pair of elbow length opera style gloves, and instead of a leather jacket, she sported an exceedingly long, black ring cape, its tail trailing behind her by a number of feet.
On one hand, Luisa paid the audience no attention as she strode toward the ring, nose ever so slightly upturned and a sneer on her lips. On the other, the deliberateness of the march and the swish of her hips illustrated how much she’s aware and enjoyed being the center of attention, or at least sharing the spotlight with Marisol. Ayala not only acknowledged the crowd but had no issue jawing with them each step to the ring.
The Puerto Rican again took the lead in heading up the stairs. She kept climbing, claiming the near ring-post. Marisol stepped to the second rope, raising a defiant fist into the air, a prophecy of domineering victory against the dangerous duo that'd so recently ended the record-breaking reign of D&P's old enemies, Cosmic Noir.
Luisa moved to the center of the apron before sweeping through the ropes, her cape catching and trailing over the second cable as she moved toward the middle of the ring. There, she brought her hands to her shoulders and slipped off her cape, allowing it to gather in a puddle behind her.
Marisol dropped into the confines and motioned Luisa to join her. The usually disinterested Campos had no yawn to stifle tonight, Diamonds & Pearls had their chance to claim the most valuable prize in women's tag team wrestling and she was already crafting D&P&G merchandise in her head. With Marisol facing the hard-cam, her arms high and wide, Luisa dropped to one knee in front of her partner, both women daring the turncoat and the manipulator to come get the beating they so richly deserved.
Promise made, the tawdry triad started down the ramp with Daphne in the lead and Scandalous a little behind in their usual hip swinging lock-step. Gifting any and all of their detractors with that devious ‘W’ and a several choice curse words, the ladies abruptly dismissed the sheeple and raced for the ring with Lucy just far enough in front to hop onto the apron. Feet planted firm, Harker leaned back against the ropes as first Mina and then Daphne shot underneath to enter the squared circle. Once they were in place she hooked her arms over the top rope and dipped her hips to roll into the ring herself. She landed just in front of Mina and Daphne and the crowd, long-time Scandalous haters that they were couldn’t help but cheer as it looked like they’d finally get-- the hateful threesome spun away from each other and raised the W’s high, their salute far more effective than any middle finger.
PSY OPS:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=V5z63Bi_d1I
The raucous revelers were still jeering at full volume when they were introduced by slow, plinking piano notes. Derision gave way to concern as words dripped from the speakers.
With your feet in the air and your head on the ground
Try this trick and spin it, yeah
Your head will collapse but there's nothing in it
And you'll ask yourself
Where is my mind?
Where is my mind?
Everyone was still pondering this ominous question when the curtain was brushed aside and the new order of things came into view. Becky Clayton and Celia Blassenville emerged shoulder to shoulder, the longtime enemies now united in a campaign that had claimed the Madhouse in October and disrupted the cosmos in December. The former Howling Commandos greeted their absentee leader with dismay, disgust and disappointment, the cacophony of their collective distress an easy equal to their distaste for the challengers.
BECKY CLAYTON:
CELIA BLASSENVILLE:
Becky Clayton didn't give a single damn about what they thought, as evidenced by the 'what're ya gonna do about it?' smirk on her face as she undid the belt around her waist and raised it overhead This resulted in another round of jeers but the occasional cheer and whistle could be heard, the more salacious element among the FAWNatics happy to embrace Clayton now that she'd embraced Celia's unorthodox approach. And you couldn't really blame them, considering her battle gear. For tonight's exercise against Diamonds & Pearls she wore a cold grey, black & blue version of her formerly standard green & brown camouflage two-piece. The tie-sided bottoms were the same as was the ladder / double helix of lycra that ran from the top of her waistband all the way to the southern border of her low-cut sports bra. The look was completed with flat black pads, black boots and a few wraps of matte black wrist-tape. Also worth noting? Clayton's dark blonde locks, which usually hung free or pulled back in a simple ponytail were now drawn back in the snug French Braid Celia had favored for years.
Beside her, the Sinister Svengali wore a gleaming black lycra one-piece with long ‘sleeves’ that were comprised of a pair of thin ebon bands that wound around her arms, ending just above the wrists. Her ensemble finished with matching knee-pads and gleaming white wrestling boots, while her long copper-colored hair was collected in the aforementioned French Braid. While Clayton hoisted her prize for all to see, Blassenville treated hers as nothing more than an accessory, or perhaps a small but vital piece of equipment in her latest experiment. Indeed she seemed far more interested in Bex's reaction to the crowd (and vice versa) than the women waiting in the ring. After a moment she leaned over to Clayton and murmured something in her ear.
Becky's attention flicked to Diamonds and Pearls and she smiled. “Understood. Let's make a statement.” With that she started down the ramp and Celia fell into place a few steps behind.
They were halfway to the squared circle when the Announcer called, “And introducing their opponents. Hailing from Denver, Colorado and New Cannan, Louisiana respectively, weighing in at a combined total of two-hundred and eighty pounds, they are the reigning and defending FAWN Tag Team Champions... BECKY CLAYTON AND CELIA BLASSENVILLE!”
This brought a fresh round of jeers, which only caused Clayton to raise her gold a little higher. Completely ignoring the fans on the aisle, Clayton and Blassenville tromped up the steel steps and slipped through the ropes to lay claim to the center of the ring just as Diamonds and Pearls moved to the far corner. Swinging around to face the hard camera, Clayton showed off the gold for all the losers at home while Celia kept her attention on the two white mice who lusted after all they'd attained. Neither Luisa or Marisol made a move, their prudence earning a murmured, “Good girls.” from Celia before she handed the strap off to Al Carpenter and headed to the opposite corner.
The crowd, unsure of how to react when they didn't particularly like any of the ladies involved in this contest, still mustered a loud roar when Becky and Marisol strode out from opposing corners. If nothing else they could cheer for whoever was dishing out punishment without having to concern themselves with the jerk (or in Clayton's case, traitor) absorbing it. Not that their resolutions amounted to anything other than noise for champions and challengers, mind you. Diamonds and the Camouflage Crusher walked each other down, chested up hard and started talking trash the instant their foreheads made contact.
“You think you're real scary now that you changed your trunks, puta?” Ayala sneered. “Or because you got some mad scientist backing your skinny ass up? You haven't changed at all. You're still the same whiny loser who couldn't get anything done by her--”
“Where's the gold around your waist, Diamonds?” Clayton interrupted with scathing contempt. “Oh that's right, you don't have any! I hate to tell you this, but all the costume jewelry and thrift store bomber jackets in the world can't disguise the fact that you and Campos are nothing but loud-mouthed punks in desperate need of an ass kickNNGGH!”
Marisol cut her off with a quick Headbutt between the eyes, then grabbed a huge handful of hair at the scruff of the blonde's neck so she could pummel her with several quick rights! “Yeah, give it to her, Diamonds!” Luisa cheered from the challenger's corner. “Bring that loser over here, we'll show her how it's done!”
Very much aware that isolating Clayton and Blassenville was key to toppling the pair of Destroyers, Ayala THUMPED a Broadside Kneelift across the blonde's tummy, then pivoted toward D&P's side of town and tromped in that direction. She was still several steps out when Bex slammed on the brakes and pounded several heavy shots into the brunette's tummy. None of them broke Diamonds' grip, but it did loosen enough for Clayton to seize control of the march and moments later it was Marisol who found herself tossed into the turnbuckles!
The One Woman Army didn't pursue, instead she took a few steps back and raised a beckoning hand to Pearls, who'd grown considerably quieter now that the prospect of some double team fun had passed. “C'mon, puta..” Becky cooed to the smaller brunette. “Aren't you going to show me how it's done?”
Luisa snarled but otherwise remained silent until Ayala pushed herself off the corner and started forward. “Pearls will make you scream soon enough.” Marisol promised. “But she'll have to wait until I'm tired of punching you in the mouth.”
“Oh, you're going to punch me in the mouth?” Clayton taunted. “How are you gonna do that when you're down on your knees crying about your wrists?” She didn't wait for a response, she merely raised her left hand overhead in a silent, albeit unmistakable challenge.
A less confident fighter might've hesitated, Marisol Ayala didn't even blink. She stepped up, pressed her right hand against Clayton's left and--CRACK!
Becky slapped Diamonds across the mouth and chided, “I'd have punched you, but I wasn't sure your glass jaw could take--”
She went dead quiet when Ayala cupped her free hand over the blonde's right breast and squeezed like it was a stress ball! “Diamonds beat camouflage every time, little girl.” Marisol purred at the champion. “You'll find that out real fast if you've got the fucking nerve to complete this Test of--”
Clayton's nerves weren't in question, as the brunette discovered when she clamped down and began to squeeeeeeeeeeeze. “This is supposed to intimidate me?” Becky jostled her opponent's boob after several seconds of tense silence. “Sloppy bullshit like this might win you some followers on the beach but it's just gonna get you humiliated in my ri--”
Clayton went quiet again when Ayala redoubled her efforts on the claw half of the Test. “Ohhh, was the a little tremble in your bicep, honey?” Marisol giggled as she continued to knead and crush. “I told you camouflage was no match for diamonds, but you just had to run your mouth and find out. Now you're gonna scream it for the whole world!” Ayala broke her grip only to reapply it as a pincer, Diamonds catching Clayton's nipple through the lycra of her top for a savage twist that did indeed earn a loud yelp from the powerhouse blonde!
“Yeah, that's right! On your knees! Down on your knees, puta!” Marisol hopped / stomped to emphasize Becky crumpling to her knees under the combined strain of the torturous Test. “You wanna call out for help, loser?” Ayala was ruthlessly twisting her foe's nipple while simultaneously bending her hand backward over her wrist. “Go on, cry for the good doctor and I'll toss you aside just long enough to kick her ass toOOFFHH!”
Becky's hands were otherwise occupied so she reared back and THUMPED a Headbutt into the pit of Marisol's stomach! Both clamps eased up enough to draw a sigh of relief from the penitent champion, but rather than fight back to a vertical base Clayton delivered a second Headbutt and then a third, which landed in the dead center of the challenger's briefs!
“BITCH!” Ayala gaped as she forgot all about the titty twister in favor of guarding her aching undercarriage. Or at least that's what she had in mind, the brunette hadn't done much more than bring her knees together when Bex abandoned her own pincer to THUMP a short Uppercut into Diamonds' crotch! Already shivering, Ayala's legs gave out and she crumpled to her knees with one hand wedged between her thighs.
Now thoroughly in control of their contest, Clayton tossed the Knuckle-Lock aside so she could grip the challenger's head in both hands. “I don't NEED Celia to help tear your ass apart.” she murmured. “I will however, take great pleasure in helping prepare you for vivisection.”
Gritting her teeth as she fought to overcome the Low Blow induced nausea, Marisol wrapped her arms around Becky's shoulders in an awkward clinch and replied, “Gonna take more than your cheap shit to keep me down, putAAARRRHHH!”
Quick, agonizing vengeance for the Peacekeeper as she doubled down on Ayala's own pincer tactic to make the brunette wail to the rafters! “Keep talking that talk, bitch. Pretty soon it's the only thing you'll have lefRGH!”
Ayala added a vicious Hair-Pull to her sort of Bear Hug but one savage 'twist of the dials' from Clayton confirmed that the champion was still in control of their clench.
“Up.” Becky ordered. “Stand your ass up, I said.” A few sharp upward tugs forced Diamonds to do as ordered, Marisol's pretty features strained with the pain and anger of having to comply in so ginger a fashion. Yet this return to verticality meant they were more or less back on equal footing and Clayton wasn't interested in anything approaching fairness so she immediately jabbed a Kneelift into the pit of her foe's stomach! A final sharp tweak ensured Marisol was suitably discombobulated when Becky released her grip and wrapped both arms around the brunette's waist. “You're real proud of these tits, aren't you, baby?” Clayton squeeeeeeeeeeezed the Bear Hug in a way that maximized their chest to chest contact, an arrangement that was particularly unpleasant for Marisol given the abuse she'd so recently endured. “Let's see how proud you'll be after I've torn them to shre--”
“You aren't doing shit, puta.” Ayala huffed. “You're still the same whiny, goody two shoes loser you've always--”
The Camouflage Crusher dipped her knees and popped her hips to take the other Destroyer up and around, Marisol THWHAMMED down atop the deck with Bex pressed down on her abused chest! Hands still locked tight after the Belly to Belly Suplex, Clayton clambered to her feet and forced the challenger to do the same. She'd just regained her balance when the big blonde unleashed a second Suplex, their combined two-hundred and seventy pounds making the squared circle shiver as Diamonds was once against crushed between a rock and a hard(body) place.
“C'mon Diamonds, you don't have to take that shit from her!” Luisa called to her partner as the flagging brunette was peeled off the canvas. “She's a punk-ass puta and you're a cha--”
Becky twisted around and tipped a wink to Pearls before sinking into a deep crouch and popping her hips to hurl Ayala halfway across the ring with an Overhead Belly to Belly Suplex! Ayala THWHAMMED down flat on the canvas, then sat up and set about rubbing her aching back.
HAT TRICK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=qKV8R_S1lQQ
She was still working on those knots when Clayton strolled over, snatched a double handful of hair and hauled her upright. Cursing when she realized they were in the shadow of the champions' corner, Marisol threw a couple elbows into Becky's tummy, unfortunately the blonde countered with a Headbutt to the nape of her neck and she couldn't wrest free before Clayton slung her into the buckles. A single Shoulderblock stuffed Diamonds' backside up onto the middle turnbuckle and kept her there while Celia leaned over and smacked her partner's shoulder to make the first tag of the match.
A few more Shoulderblocks ensured Ayala was suitably preoccupied while the Temptress dipped through the ropes and PWAK! Blassenville decked the brunette with a big right hand, then took a few steps back so Carpenter wouldn't piss and moan while Becky used up a the rest of his count with half a dozen heavy punches to the challenger's belly. “Your confidence is refreshing, Ms. Ayala.” Blassenville told Diamonds once she's grabbed a handful of hair. “Alas I fear it won't be enough to prevent us from exhausting you before we turn our attention to Ms. Campos.”
“Fuuhhh... fear whatever you like, puta.” the brunette groaned. “You're still gonna be one and done before that bell rings agaiOOOFFFFHHH!” The Temptress hooked a nasty punch into the brunette's liver, then redoubled the hair-grip when Marisol almost crumpled to her knees. Pivoting around behind Diamonds without relinquishing her grip, Celia carefully dipped her right shoulder and slipped that arm through Ayala's legs while simultaneously cupping her left hand over Marisol's chin to better boost her up across the redhead's broad shoulders in an agonizing Torture Rack!
TORTURE RACK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=ovUYLMYiOPw
“HHHRRRGGHHHHH!” Ayala couldn't suppress a groan as Blassenville cranked down on both ends while also jostling in place. Unlike many of her contemporaries who took much delight in showing off their prey when captured in such an unpleasant predicament, the Crimson Cagliostro remained anchored in the center of the squared circle with her eyes locked on Luisa. Campos bared her teeth and stepped onto the bottom rope with one foot but she made no move to interfere, not with Celia staring a hole through her at all times. Sensing she'd done a thorough job stuffing any outside assistance before it even began, Blassenville abruptly hopped / stamped in place while jerking down on both ends of the Torture Rack.
“Ask her.” she demanded of Al Carpenter.
“Don't fucking bother, asshole.” Marisol could've been talking to the champ or the zebra. “I'm not about to give up Tag Gold because of this little chiropractic sessERRRRRGGGHHHH!”
Celia sank into a deeeeeeeep crouch, held it for several seconds, then popped right back up to earn another round of pained wriggling. Two more reps had the crowd starting in on a 'TAP!' chant, which seemed to delight Blassenville to no end. “Do you hear that, Diamonds?” she teased. “These people are so concerned about your welfare that they'd rather see you submit than endure any more punishment! Isn't that so thoughtful? I truly believed that'd relish every indignity I heaped upon you, but perhaps they've recognized some of their own misguided failures in your own desperate wrigglrrgghhh!”
Ayala crooked her left arm under Celia's chin and squeezed hard! It wasn't quite a Sleeper considering the angle, but the brunette tacked on a hair pull for good measure and the expression on Blassenville's face suggested she didn't care for the shabby treatment one bit. “Get her off the hair, Carpenter.” Bex warned from the champions' corner. “That shit is cheap, even for trash like her.”
“That's quite all right, Rebecca.” Celia's voice was remarkably calm for a woman enduring a painful hold even as she applied one of her own. “In fact, Marisol was just about to break her grip, isn't that right, Marisol?”
“Yeah, puta.” Ayala huffed. “I'll let go just as soon as you tap ouWHOAHNNNGGGGHHH!”
The Temptress moved her right hand from Diamonds' thigh to her tush, Blassenville pushing her prey up and off with more than enough power to send her sailing out behind. In the next instant she cupped both hands over Marisol's chin and laid out flat to THAWHAM the brunette against the deck with a huge Torture Rack Neckbreaker! Ayala landed hard and bounced to a seat only to be forced down again when Blassenville palmed both shoulders. Quick to cover the vulnerable Destroyer, Celia hooked the far leg while keeping an eye on Campos through a count of...
TORTURE RACK NECKBREAKER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=-57Qq3i3fW8
ONE...
TWO...
Marisol raised a shoulder off the mat in time with 'TWO' to prove she was still in the fight! This was a great relief to Pearls, who'd started to ease through the ropes despite constant scrutiny from the champions.
Neither the escape or the potential interference perturbed Blassenville in the slightest, she merely took a moment to adjust her trunks before palming Marisol's ears to haul her off the deck. Switching over to a Wristlock just as Al started to kvetch about the hair, Celia stepped back and slung her burden into the ropes closest to ClayNO!
Ayala dug in her heels and reversed the Whip to send Blassenville in her place! Celia seemed unfazed by the reversal, she hit the strands and bounced out at high speed on a crash course for Maris-- Ayala dropped down onto her tummy so that the champion skipped over and continued to the far side of the ri-- Luisa lunged from her corner just as Blassenville turned her back on the strands. Snatching hold of the top rope in both hands, Pearls hopped from the apron to the floor to create a dangerous low bridge that sent the unsuspecting Temptress tumbling over the top rope!
“HEY!” Clayton barked in outrage as her partner disappeared from view. “YOU'RE GONNA REGRET THAT YOU LITTLE UNNNGGHH!”
Marisol stormed over and popped the former World Champ right in the mouth only to immediately backpedal when Becky stormed through the ropes and headed her way. She'd made it all of three steps when Al interposed himself like some sort of noble madman.
“Back to your corner, Bex!” he ordered. “You know you're not legal!”
Oh so happy to piss off her adversary in full view of the official, Marisol spread her arms wide and chided, “What the fuck, honey? You gonna let that little nerd order you around? You want me? Come get me, I'm right fuckin' here!” This was true albeit only for another couple seconds as Ayala whipped around on one heel and hustled toward the site of Celia's accident the instant Clayton tried to surge past the zebra.
Elsewhere (and well out of Carpenter's line of sight, I should add) Luisa Campos started putting the boots to Celia Blassenville mere moments after the redhead THWHUMPED to the arena floor. She delivered half a dozen uncontested shots and would've tacked on twice that number if the Mistress of Puppets hadn't clambered to one knee and sent her stumbling away with a rough shove!
Wide eyed with surprise and fury, Pearls rushed up behind the penitent powerhouse, palmed her head in both hands and GOUGED her nails into Celia's face! “Who do you think you are?” she hissed in the midst of dragging Blassenville upright. “Answer me, puta! Did you really think you could dismiss us to our faces and live to see the sun riSOOFHH!”
Celia stuffed an elbow into Campos' gut by way of answer, but the lithesome brunette maintained her grip and used it to haul the taller woman up just enough to THWHUNK her forehead against the edge of the apron! Of course collision was only the first step, abrasion came next as Pearls aggressively sccccrrrrrruuuubbbed the champion's defenseless features back and forth against the rough canvas. Narrowing her focus to Blassenville's braid after several painful seconds, Luisa used the grip to drag Celia upright before she yanked back and dropped to one knee to yank the redhead off her feet and THWHUMP her down spine-first atop the posted knee!
HAIR-PULL BACKBREAKER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=lBahEQeWuS4
“Did ya save me any?” Campos looked up and grinned as Marisol slipped through the ropes to hop down beside the action. Back in the ring Clayton was still arguing with Carpenter which meant she and Diamonds had plenty of time to work over the bad ol' Mad Scientist. Taking the opportunity to deliver a heavy stomp to Blassenville's chest, Ayala shifted that foot to the hollow of her foe's throat and pressed down until the Temptress was squirming like a snake with a broken back.
“Go grab a chair, ok?” she told Luisa. “And set it up somewhere close. I want this puta to have a front row seat.”
“You heard the lady, neck-beards!” Luisa snapped to some of the front row FAWNatics. “Who's going to give up their seat to become a footnote in our championship victory?”
This was greeted by several incredulous jeers, yet one fellow sporting a first run La Gata Diabla hoodie stood up and offered his chair without comment. Campos accepted it with a poisoned smile, then turned around and hurried back to Marisol and Celia, the former now holding the latter on her knees in a brawny Full Nelson. Diamonds saw her coming and indicated a spot just behind 'em.
“Right there, Pearls.” Luisa did as asked and Marisol quickly muscled the champion into a rough seat in the chair. “Keep her in place however you'd like.” Ayala advised as she backed down the aisle. “Just be ready to get out of the way when the time comes.” “
I do so love it when I have choices.” Pearls murmured as she took the redhead's braid in one hand. “Oh, I know...” Campos looped Celia's hair across her throat and pulled back hard enough to make Blassenville wheeze and thrash beneath that coppery garrote!
“Hey, knock that crap off, Luisa!” She looked up and spotted Al Carpenter, who'd finally managed to get Clayton back to her corner. Batting her eyes at the lanky official, she replied, “I don't know what you mean, sir! Celia's holding a seat for my friend and I'm just waiting for--”
Luisa let loose and stepped aside just as Diamonds rushed in and THWHACKED a Big Boot into Celia's face!
Both Blassenville and the chair tumbled over backward on impact and no one could really say who got the worse of it between the two. Debate was still raging when Marisol collected Celia at trunks and tresses, scraped her off the floor and slung her under the bottom rope. Instead of sliding in after her prey, the big brunette hopped onto the apron and immediately climbed to the top turnbuckle where she settled into a deep crouch. Campos was beside her in a trice, Pearls making a point to grab the tag rope with one hand before slapping her friend's hip with the other. Tag made and acknowledged the official, Diamonds leapt into the lights and seemed to disappear for a moment before she came hurtling down with every bit of her hundred and thirty-five pounds THWHAMMING down across the redhead's chest!
FROG SPLASH:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=cPS2DmLiCqk
In most cases a picture perfect Frog Splash meant a follow-up cover, but Diamonds rolled clear of her target without even thinking about hooking a leg because Pearls had already vaulted onto the middle rope and was even now taking to the skies with a high, floaty back-flip that brought her THWHUMPING down on Celia's tummy in a gorgeous Moonsault! Luisa reared back on her haunches and promptly swung a leg over the gasping redhead so she could take a seat on Blassenville's chest. In the next instant she hooked both legs behind the knee and folded Celia in half with a Reverse Matchbook that had the FAWNatics itching to count along with Carpenter through the...
MOONSAULT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=rjIOaVcCpbg
ONE...
TWO...
THRENOOOOOOOOO!
Matchbooked or not, Celia Blassenville was still a Destroyer class powerhouse as she reminded the world when she planted both hands against the challenger's backside and shoved her loose with perhaps half a second remaining!
Throwing a curse in the ref's direction on general principle, Campos looked around in search of her partner only to discover that Diamonds was over in the champions' corner slugging it out with Becky Clayton, who was halfway through the ropes for the interference that Ayala had stuffed only heartbeats prior. Pearls and Al saw this development at the same time, though only the latter rushed over in hopes of breaking it up.
As for the challenger, she wasn't entirely thrilled by the prospect of subduing the Temptress all on her own, but all eyes were elsewhere at the moment and that meant... she grabbed a double handful of hair, yanked Blassenville to her knees, then raised her right leg so she could scraaaaaaaaaape her bootlaces down the other woman's face!
Celia hissed, punched Campos flush in the stomach, then sent Pearls stumbling with a rough shove. “Hrrrhhh... I assure you, Ms. Campos,” the redhead huffed as she rubbed her eyes with the heel of one palm, “you will come to regret all these libertieSSERRRGGHH!”
Luisa tromped in and did more damage to Blassenville's aching noggin with a Bionic Elbow that struck the bridge of her nose! “Liberties? Is that a polite way of saying I'm kicking your ass?” Campos punctuated the question by tagging her foe's face with a quick Bitch Slap. “Don't lash out now, remember to use your words!”
Celia responded with a growl which was just fine, she was still trying to clear her blurred vision and thus didn't see Pearls run the ropes on her six. She did clock the pounding of boots only a few seconds later, alas her reaction was too slow to prevent the Brazilian Bombshell from snatching hold of a Side Headlock before leaving her feet in a long, low hop that culminated with Celia's forehead THWHONKING against the thinly-sheathed plywood!
The Basement Bulldog drove Blassenville into the deck with enough force to tumble her onto her back and for a moment Luisa contemplated a cover before a quick check of the far corner told her the idiot zebra was still trying to pull Diamonds off the dip-shit.
“I don't feel like scraping your big ass off the mat again, so let's see how this works, sweetie.” Circling around to the champion's feet, Campos took a boot in both hands and hoisted the champ's legs off the mat in a wide 'V'. Not so woozy that she didn't recognize trouble headed in her direction, Blassenville raised a warning hand and croaked, “DonNNNGGHHHHH!”
Pearls went up on tiptoes and dropped to one knee, the better to THUMP the bony joint into her adversary's crotch! Vicious to be certain, but damned if it didn't make Celia sit up straight which in turn made it far easier for Campos to haul her to verticality. “Put her in her place, Diamonds!” she called to Marisol after she'd stuffed Celia into the challenger's corner. “Gonna need you over here sooner than later!”
This wasn't entirely true as Luisa certainly had the situation well in hand, she would however need Carpenter on hand when she decided to stop playing with her food. Speaking of which, Pearls helped herself to the redhead's locks and peeled her out of the buckles so she could sidle by her and hop into a seat on the top turnbuckle. Shifting over to an unquestionably controlling grip on Blassenville's noggin, Luisa raised her right leg and braced that shin against the side of her opponent's face. Once that was done she stood up and pushed out of the corner to send Blassenville toppling to the mat like a felled tree! Grinning as she felt her shin mash against Celia's face all the way down, Campos rolled rolled clear of the Calf Branding and scurried back to the Temptress just in time to throw herself into a Crossbody in full view of Al Carpenter.
CALF BRANDING:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=QXdboDpQi8I
The breath was still 'uuufffhhing' out of Celia's lungs when Luisa hooked the far leg and pulled it up to her chin for a count of...
ONE...
TWO...
THRNOOOO!
Blassenville lifted a shoulder to break the count much to the dismay of the FAWNatics and the outright disgust of one Luisa Campos. “Don't lose your cool, Pearls.” Marisol advised from her place in the corner. “Puta is hurting and cut off from help. Scrape her ass off the mat and we'll keep punishing her until she HEY! FUCKING LEGGO YOU NNNGGGHHH!”
Free of her fisticuffs with the Camouflage Crusher, Ayala had taken her eyes off the former World Champion and she paid for this lapse when Clayton (who'd surreptitiously dropped off the apron several seconds prior) crept up from behind the big brunette and snatched hold of her waistband! Understandably startled by the encroachment, Marisol jerked one foot up presumably to kick her attacker in the face, alas Clayton was prepared and pounded a hard punch into the back of Ayala's other knee! Diamonds' managed to reset her raised foot but now she was off balance and Becky pounded a few Forearm Smashes into the challenger's lower back before catching hold of both ankles and yanking her off the apron. Bracing both hands against the ledge so she didn't thump her abs, Ayala whipped around and sneered, “You're fucking dead now, putUUUUNNNGGGHHH!”
Becky stuffed a shoulder into the pit of Marisol's stomach, wrapped her arms around the brunette's waist and plowed forward until Ayala THWHUNKED against the steel ring-post! “Hey! Hey!” Al rushed the ropes to get a better view of the extracurricular fracas. “Knock that shit off, Bex! Clear off and get back to your damned corn--”
“Make me, asshole!”she barked. “This is what she gets for jumping RRRGGHHH!”
The brunette rocked Clayton with a short Headbutt, answered with a Bear Hug of her own and surged across the aisle to BWANG Becky's lower back into the steel guardrail! “Always knew you were a scrawny, weak nothing.” Marisol hissed as she delivered a prolonged constriction. “I'm just sorry you turned your back on these idiots because I would've LOVED to hear them booing as I jug you the fuck GUUUHHHH!” Becky squeezed her back, swung the challenger around and smashed her against the barricade hard enough to bruise several shins in the front row.
Amidst all of this Pearls was looking between Blassenville and Clayton like she couldn't quite decide to keep the pressure on the former or join her partner to take out the latter. Eventually she filled her hands with the Temptress' hair and muscled her to verticality just to slap on another grinding Side Headlock. No Bulldog now, Campos marched the Destroyer over to the ropes and pressed her face to the top rope so she could draaaaaaaaaaaaag her all along the rubber-coated steel! Blassenville cursed and pounded a punch into the brunette's ribs to make her escape but Pearls kept bearing down until she reached the corner and BWUNGED the redhead's face into the top turnbuckle.
“Enjoying the therapy so far, doc?” Luisa giggled as she clambered into a seat on the top. “I'm sure it'll do you a world of good once you acknowledge the superiority of Diamonds & Pearls!”
No answer from the Mistress of Puppets so Campos reeled her into a Front Facelock and pushed off the buckles to whip around and-- Blassenville set her hands against the lightweight's torso and sent her flying clear with a hard shove. Wiping hair off her forehead even as she settled back against the buckles, Celia winked at Luisa and chided, “Patient shows incapacitating delusions of grandeur. Recommend slapping the taste out of her ridiculous, mewling mou--” Pearls charged and leapt either for a Clothesline or maybe a Splash, whatever she had in mind it all went wrong when Blassenville hooked her right arm across the challenger's chest. Shooting up on tiptoes in the same instant, the Crimson Cagliostro dropped to her knees to THAWHAM Luisa to the deck with a huge Uranage!
URANAGE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=SKoGa755EoU
The thrum of Campos hitting the mat drew Carpenter's attention, but Celia waved him off with a little flick of her wrist. “I believe you're required elsewhere, Mr. Carpenter.” she said with a cold smile. “Fear not, I'll call when you're needed.”
Al didn't find that at all reassuring, but Celia was right. He needed to get out there and separate Ayala and Clayton before they could do any more damage. After a moment's hesitation, he pointed an index finger in her direction. “Behave yourself, Celia.” Then he was gone, the poor dope slipping through the strands to tend to a most unenviable task out on the floor.
“And so we finally have the ring to ourselves, Ms. Campos.” Blassenville murmured as she hauled Luisa to verticality with a handful of shoulder-straps. “Perhaps you'd like to take a moment to reconsider some of your earlier statements?”
“Kuuuhhh... kiss my ass, you big fucking nerd.” Luisa huffed as she tried to regain her equilibrium. “I've already proved I can throw you around without breaking a swOOOFFFHH!”
Celia booted her in the gut and grabbed a Front Facelock the instant Pearls doubled over. Slinging the Brazilian's near arm across her shooulders, the Temptress snagged a handful of waistband above her foe's left hip and boosted her high into the air for an effortless Vertical Supl-- Blassenville hit full reverse and hurled her burden back the way she'd came to THWHAM Campos down flat on her face, chest and belly!
GOURDBUSTER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=1yUsvjoDoSg
The Gourdbuster bounced Luisa up onto her knees, where Celia laid claim to her right wrist and used it to tug the gasping challenger to her feet. Another Toe Kick offered the brunette's head on a silver platter and Blassenville took it in a Front Facelock, though not before she cinched Pearls' captured arm around her throat in a half straitjacket. Soon as that was done she hoisted Luisa all the way up just to lay out on her back and THWHONK the crown of her opponent's skull into the thinly-sheathed plywood courtesy a Straitjacket DDT. Campos somersaulted to a slumped seat, then crumpled onto her side a moment later, a position she would've gladly occupied for quite a while longer if Celia hadn't caught hold of her hair shortly thereafter.
STRAITJACKET DDT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=pIgXzIK5EkA
Quick to plant a knee against the side of her foe's skull to ensure she wouldn't consider any unsolicited resistance, Celia glanced toward the brawl going on outside the ring and called, “Rebecca Clayton! Algernon Carpenter! I will soon require you both! Marisol Ayala, you may remain where you are!”
Marisol, who'd only moments ago smudged Becky up against the ring-post by the steel steps so she could THWHACK a barrage of pitiless Forearm Smashes against the blonde's chest, switched over to a brazen stranglehold that saw both thumbs jammed against Clayton's windpipe! “Hear that, puta? I can remain where I am. Too bad for you that's right here choking out your no-talent assSSEEERRRGGHH!”
Becky knew she had to break the choke as quickly as possible, but rather than grab hold of Diamonds' wrists, she put her own thumbs to work by gouging at the challenger's eyes! Ayala shrieked and actually put more into throttling the Peacekeeper so Clayton dug a little deeper and—THERE!
Drawing in an awful, ragged breath as soon as the brunette's hands dropped away, Becky raised a foot, braced it against her attacker's chest and kicked off to send her stumbling away. Credit to Al Carpenter, the poor dope stepped between both ladies in a valiant effort to keep them apart only to dive for cover when Marisol let out a war cry and hurled herself at the Camouflage Crusher! Clayton was far too short of breath to muster anything elegant so she simply held her ground until Ayala was almost on top of her. Then she dipped to one side and flicked an ankle between Diamonds' legs to send her toppling face-first into the side of the steel steps!
The hollow 'BWONG' of noggin on metal wasn't enough to overwhelm the collective 'oooooooooohhhh!' of the FAWNatics as a glassy-eyed Marisol turned over and sat slumped against the now partially dislodged steps. Cringing over Ayala's awkward fall, Carpenter still sounded relieved when he walked over to Becky and tapped her shoulder. “To your corner, Bex. Now.”
Clayton nodded, turned her attention to the champions' side of town, then forced Al to throw himself aside once more when she rushed the vulnerable challenger! The blonde succeeded where her prey had failed, Marisol unable to produce any sort of counter before the One Woman Army whipped around and THWHAMMED a wrecking ball Hip Check into her opponent's face! The steps, already knocked off their base after Ayala's first impact, dropped to the floor with a hollow BWUNK while Diamonds herself pooled on the floor in a defenseless stupor.
As of yet unaware of anything save the noises coming from outside, Celia set Luisa Campos on her feet, then took hold of the brunette's left wrist and punished her with a quick Arm Wringer that finished with the Crimson Cagliostro sidled in against Pearls' flank with that wrenched arm drawn taut across her tummy. Controlling Campos' left wrist in her left hand, Celia reached across the Lightweight's back and hooked her right arm around Luisa's right bicep before she turned around and bent over to draw the brunette up across her back in something very close to La Reinera. Shifting her grips so she could secure both of Luisa's arms with her right, Blassenville used the left to crisscross the challenger's legs for easier control and transport.
“Your corner is unnervingly empty, Ms. Campos.” Celia told Pearls as she took a short circuit around the ring. “And even our erstwhile official is, as my partner would say, M.I.A. Makes the mind go to some rather dark places, doesn't it? Wondering what I might do to you with no one to stop--”
“Go fuck yourself, honey.” Luisa groaned. “Diamonds and Pearls aren't afraid of anyHHHRRRGGHHHHH!” Celia jumped up and dropped back to THWHAM Campos down full force with Nature vs. Nurture!
NATURE VS. NURTURE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=V2mIBPIXKVE
The impact of Pearls striking the deck seemed to act as a talisman that summoned Al Carpenter from the outside, but rather than go for a cover, Celia hauled the battered brunette to her feet and casually strolled her over to the champions' corner where Becky Clayton had just reclaimed the tag rope. Smudging Luisa against the buckles as she arrived, Blassenville clamped one hand over Campos' face so she could welcome Becky back to the field.
“There were some rather interesting noises coming from outside a moment ago.” the Temptress noted in the midst of stepping aside. “Your handiwork, I presume?”
“Diamonds refused to see reason, so I made sure saw ring steps from close up.” Clayton confirmed once she was back in the ring.
“Unorthodox, but certainly effective. Shall we finish up this little exercise now or...” Celia trailed off as the One Woman Army stuffed a shoulder into Luisa's belly and muscled her into a seat on the top turnbuckle.
“Gimme a sec. I want to show little miss Pearls here the price of her disrespect. Of course if you'd like to help out...” Clayton gestured toward the neutral corner on the opposite side of the ring and Celia nodded understanding.
Taking up the tag rope as soon as she was back on the apron, the Crimson Cagliostro slapped Becky's shoulder but rather than return to the ring she hurried down the apron and climbed into the high rent district. Becky saw none of this because she'd climbed onto the second rope strand and wrapped both arms around the challenger's midsection and squueeeeeeeeeeezed hard enough to make Campos rise out of her seat. Standing on the top rope in such a predicament always earned an 'ooooohhh' of concern from the crowd and this one grew all the louder when Clayton climbed onto the top rope as well.
“You're just an accessory, bitch.” Bex murmured to the squirming challenger. “Something we wear at our discretion and discard as we see fit. And as of right now, I'm feeling pretty tired of Diamonds and Pearls.” On that ominous note the blonde powerhouse dipped her knees and popped her hips to hurl Luisa a good two-thirds of the way across the ring, Pearls THAWHAMMING down on her shoulders and upper back with enough force to make the ring shudder!
AVALANCHE BELLY TO BELLY SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=7pNQjb7_xds
The Avalanche Belly to Belly Suplex was brutal enough, yet Campos' troubles weren't yet over because she'd been delivered into the shadow of the Mistress of Puppets, who stood tall on the corner nearest the devastated Lightweight. After a quick look confirmed Marisol was still down and out nursing a steel steps hangover, Blassenville didn't so much leap as she did step off, the Destroyer-class redhead simply kicking both legs forward before gravity THWHUMPED her right thigh across Luisa's throat!
GUILLOTINE LEG DROP:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=tH1TYBsBlBc
Campos jolted from end to end and one leg kicked up, but Celia made no attempt to cover her foe. Instead she resumed the hair-hold and hauled her upright, a task made considerably more difficult because Pearls looked to be out on her feet. With one arm looped around the brunette's waist Celia repeated the trek she'd made only moments before and once again tagged Becky Clayton into the match.
No exit for the Temptress, she backpedaled to the middle of the ring with Luisa in tow and quickly reeled her into a Standing Headscissors. From there she wrapped both arms around the Pearls' waist and hoisted her up onto the point of her right shoulder. Shifting from the Waistlock to matching grips on Campos' biceps, Celia boosted the Crucifix a little bit higher as Clayton entered the fray. An exchange of nods saw Blassenville flip Luisa forward and down while Bex rushed forward, the Peacekeeper catching hold of the challenger's noggin in a Three Quarters Facelock that transformed the Dominator into an Ace Crusher that PLANTED Luisa on her face, chest and belly!
MK ULTRA @ 3:05
www.youtube.com/watch?v=JQ55b1nOcBI
Exposure to MK Ultra left Campos in a facedown sprawl, one that forced Clayton to hook a Half Nelson and shovel the Brazilian onto her back so she could climb aboard for a domineering Reverse Face Sit, Bex engulfing her prey from forehead to chin. She probably should've hooked the leg but she didn't bother, the blonde choosing instead to palm those helpless hips while Celia stood watch and Al Carpenter counted off...
ONE...
TWO...
THREE!
“Ladies and gentlemen,” the Announcer called over the jeers of the assembled, “Your winners via pin-fall and STILL the FAWN Tag Team Champions, BECKY CLAYTON & CELIA BLASSENVILLE!”
Smirking as the jeers rained down, Bex brushed off the belt when Carpenter offered it, the victorious blonde choosing instead to collect Luisa's legs and bundle them beneath her left arm so she could unleash some truly pitiless paddling with her right hand! Campos whined fitfully, her discomfort mostly muted by the smothering backside even as Clayton increased her pace.
Eventually Marisol got to her feet, spotted the indignity and started to climb onto the apron only to freeze when Celia moved to intercept. Frowning in helpless fury, Diamonds could only watch as Pearls' cheeks went pink, to red, to a scalding scarlet beneath the Camouflage Crusher's cruel palm.
Luisa's sobbing finally faded into unconscious oblivion so Becky tossed the brunette's stems aside and shifted to one knee. Eyes locked on Marisol, she patted her thigh and said, “C'mon Diamonds. You're next.”
“Never.” Ayala hissed, her dark eyes shiny with hate.
“You're not getting a rematch with that attitude, sweet cheeks.”
Bex got to her feet and finally accepted gold from Carpenter, the blonde raising it high overhead even as she planted a foot on Luisa's tummy. Celia made no comment, she merely draped the gold over her shoulder and kept watch, silently daring Marisol to make the wrong choice. But Diamonds did not, she only held her ground until Becky strolled away and mounted a corner on the far side of the ring. Only then did Ayala slide under the bottom, grab Campos by the ankles and drag her to safety.
“Next time, fucker.” she growled to Celia. “You won't be so lucky.”
“Neither will you, Ms. Ayala.” the Temptress promised. “Neither will you.”