Post by hawkeye on Mar 10, 2023 1:07:54 GMT
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As Fans in the stands settle in their seats with beer, soda, popcorn and various delicious yet unhealthy foods, quick, rhythmic clapping fills the air followed by a jaunty guitar riff. The FAWNatics start getting giddy; they recognize the theme of this wrassler.
“Ladies and Gentleman, the following contest is for the Intercontinental Championship! It is scheduled for one Fall! Introducing first, the challenger; standing at 5 ft tall and weighing in at 124lbs, from Sevierville, Tennesse, The Baseball Valkyrie…. Deanne Darr Davis!”
The lyrics of Centerfield by John Fogerty flow through the air as a veteran of the Squared Circle steps through the curtain with the brightest smile you’ve ever seen and the biggest head of blonde hair ever to shine under the house lights. A living legend of the independents and the international circuits, the beautiful Baseball Valkyrie is making an exodus out of the Jungle for the big leagues.
DEANNE DARR DAVIS
‘Hey y’all!” She exclaims happily to the screaming throngs, “Y’all ready to see some sexy ladies mix it up!?”
On paper, this territory titan should have left the ring for a backstage role a long time ago, but her body and face remain eerily youthful even by Paul Rudd standards (any rumours of botox are grounds for a slander lawsuit). When she’s not busting heads in the ring, she’s turning heads in the streets and making men and women squeal between the sheets. Tonight Deanne is dressed to impress in her usual uniform of a white one-piece with black pinstripes, cut low enough to bare most of the ridiculous rack that’s smothered out hundreds of women over decades of wrestling. She struts forward on black wrestling shoes to the edge of the ramp, twirling in her right wrist a well-varnished maple wood baseball bat. With the same hand, she pulls a stick of CBD chew from one of her Black knee-high socks and chomps down. With her left, she sets down a small cage basket of cheap baseballs. Setting the basket down, she plucks a ball and turns it in her hand, chirping in her Southern patois, “Alright, Sports Fans! Who wants a souvenir?” Deanne tosses the ball in the air and swings her trusty slugger. There’s an audible crack! and a roar of applause when she hits a dinger into the cheap seats!
Crack! Crack! Crack!
Every few steps Deanne Darr Davis tattoos a ball into the stands, Her long mane of loose, blonde curls flies off her shoulders with each Major league swing. Fans can leave happy with these just-above-dollar-store quality baseballs, but if they want them signed The Baseball Valkyrie will gladly sign one for the low, low, low price of $100.
Deanne leaves her now empty basket in the corner of a set of steel steps and the ring apron and uses it as a stand for her bat. After rolling into the ring the battle-tested blonde enters a crouch and hops into the air, landing with a loud thump! She does it again and again, hopping along her side of the ring like she’s on a pogo stick; the audience claps along with each landing, already enthralled by the ring general.
Thump! Thump! Thump! CLAP! CLAP! CLAP!
She may not be able to move exactly as she did in her youth, but Deanne knows how to get a crowd in the palm of her hand, and her bombastic, bouncing bosom doesn’t hurt things either. “Bring this Thorn filly out! I haven’t wrestled with an undead hottie since Amante Zombi in 07!”
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As the veteran warms up and reminisces about her matches from back in the day, the lights dim as the crowd waits in anticipation; Lizzie is always one to make a flashy entrance, this time she decided to go with her inner Malakai Black. She rises like a Coffin being lifted to stand straight up and the unnatural beauty’s eyes open up, red thanks to contacts, and she smiles letting her fangs be visible to the FAWNnatics and her loyal fledglings. As the chorus hit “She’s a vampire!” She starts her sultry walk down the ramp. Hearing the steps of her bare feet as she does Thorn smiles twirling her hooded cape a little. She may be gothic but she’s not as stoic as they usually are. She lets the fans high-five her and pat her on the back. Elizabeth’s in her heart-stopping black thong leotard with the bloody rose on the back. Her long raven black hair flows as she climbs into the ring eying her opponent. “I must say I may be the vampire but you don’t look a day over 30.” She said complementing Deanne. “I know I’m in for a tough fight, you’ve been in the game longer than me, but I must respect you by going all out. You’d expect nothing less I imagine.” She tells her opponent, showing respect to The Baseball Valkyrie.
ELIZABETH THORN
Lizzie smiles as she warms up, reaching back to grab the top ropes of her corner, accentuating her own mouthwatering bust as a challenge to the bosomy baseballer. “I warn you, I’m not a zombie. I’m worse, I’m a vampire.” She said letting her pride in what she is show.
Deanne likes the strut of this dark model’s walk; she raises herself to stand on the bottom cables of her corner and beckons the sexy sanguisuge closer with wriggling fingers, “I don’t mind that none, wouldn’t be the first time I’ve gotten bitten in the ring, or the bedroom!”
Elizabeth’s beautiful, blood-red lips slowly curl into a smile, opening just the slightest bit to show a hint of her pearly white fangs. Seductively purring, “Don’t tempt me.”
The grinning Baseball Valkyrie cracks her knuckles as the bell rings, “Oh I’ll do more than tempt,” and sets off to meet the deadly Destroyer at the halfway point of the Squared Circle. She’s giving up seven inches, fifteen pounds, to the much younger (you never know how much) Elizabeth, but you’d never know it by Deanne’s confident bounce in her step, and chest.
With silent communication via the eyes, the beautiful grapplers embrace each other with an Elbow and Collar tie-up. It lasts all of three seconds; with comfortable ease, Lizzie leans back and shoves Davis out of the grapple to the mat. Deanne rolls with the momentum onto a knee, dishevelled but unbothered. She moves a strand of her blonde coif away from her face, “Woo, you’re a strong gal ain’t ya? Let’s try that again.”
Showing no fear of her opponent’s strength, Deanne waltzes into another Elbow and Collar-no, it’s a feint! Just as Elizabeth reaches for the Southern veteran Deanne dips, shifts and takes the vampire’s left stem in a Single Leg Takedown. Elizabeth has to throw her hands out to stop her pretty face from a harsh meeting with the ring floor; Deanne pounces on the Destroyer’s back, wrapping her trained legs around the raven-haired woman’s waist in a Bodyscissors and slapping a tight Sleeper around Elizabeth’s neck. She’s trying to snuff the bigger girl out from the get-go!
“Dang, you got some real smooth skin,’ admires Darr Davis, marvelling at the feel of Thorn’s neck, “must be you staying away from the sun.”
Elizabeth grunts as Davis squeezes the vampire at the waist and neck. She was trying to pull her arms off or get her legs apart. This wasn’t a good start for the vampire as the vet showing why she’s a vet.
“Come on hon, don’t quit on me now.” Darr Davis said trying to motivate the vampire into fighting back more. Lizzie hisses at Davis as she tried to roll herself closer to the ropes to force a rope break and get the Valkyrie off of her. Lizzie would show she can hang with the best of them. So far she hasn’t had the greatest track record but tonight she looks to fix it. Showing the veteran she’s more than a pretty face with nice curves.
Lizzie crawls towards the ropes trying her best to ignore the sweet nothing and teasing being whispered in her ear, not that she isn’t enjoying that mind you. It’s a short but disagreeable trip to freedom but Lizzie’s dainty fingers curl around the bottom strand; she can’t yell for the ref but luckily he’s keeping a watchful eye and asks Deanne to disengage.
Now the Princess of the Pitch isn’t above milking a count to put the hurt on a gal, but given that she’s still making a first impression, Deanne gets off Thorn without complaint and backs away. As Thorn rubs her neck and gets air back in her lungs, Deanne mimes throwing a ball into the air and hitting it into the bleachers. The trained FAWNatics scream “DINGER!”
“If I catch ya slipping, you’ll get a whipping,” Deanne jaws playfully to a risen Elizabeth. Despite her bravado, the busty blonde lowers into a crouch and carefully retreats as the younger, larger woman nears. “Better get those fangs out while you can.”
Elizabeth seems entertained by her brassy opponent and playfully rejoinders, “You’ll regret advising that,” before lunging at Deanne with outstretched hands. The Baseball Valkyrie delicately dodges the vampire’s grasp and lets her pass by, wrapping her arms just under Elizabeth’s navel. Deanne tenses and heaves the bigger woman up with a German Suplex, or she tries to at least. Elizabeth wisely hooks her ankle around the veteran’s, cleanly halting the move before thrusting her beauteous backside into Darr Davis’s tummy. The veteran doubles over with a “Guoff!’ making it easy for Elizabeth to reverse the Waistlock and send the blonde flying with a real German Suplex, of the Release variety.
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Normally one would bridge for a pin but she decided to show she’s no slouch in Submission holds herself. She let the Baseball Valkyrie fall to her stomach and then Lizzie walked over and sits on her back grabbing one
arm then another before she went to lock on a Camel Clutch.
Lizzie smiled letting her fangs show. “Tit for tat as they say.” She told the veteran as she bends the older woman’s back. She could be a tease too. “You know I meant what I said about your looks.” She added as she pulled back “But I also meant to not hold back so submit!!” She commanded.
Darr Davis grunts and groans, feeling the strain on her back. “Sorry hon, I don’t tap easily.” She said through groans. Elizabeth rises in her seat and drops her ass on Deanne’s spine in chastisement, making the indie legend squeal and kick her feet. The Daughter of Darkness drops her shapely hammer twice more before she really reefs on the Clutch, bending Deanne against nature’s design into a backwards L. Deanne’s groans escalate into pained gasps and shuddering; the official kneels down and asks if she wants to surrender while taking peeks down the Tennessean’s jutting cleavage. Deanne’s response is hoarse and muted so the ref leans closer to hear the suffering blonde.
“I… ain’t… done… yet…. GOT YA!”
Deanne’s arm slides off Thorn’s smooth thigh and grabs the referee by the collar. Startled, he leans away and starts to rise, acting exactly as the Valkyrie predicted and giving her the leverage she needs to get her wrestling shoes under her to get out of the hold. Elizabeth’s eyebrows shoot up when her Camel Clutch devolves into a standing Chinlock, but quickly recovers by going into a deep crouch and lifting Darr Davis onto a shoulder for Backdrop Suplex- Darr Davis flips backward onto her feet behind Elizabeth! The Vampire grits her teeth and seizes as she gets a punch to her lower back and a flurry of blows to her kidneys. Deanne leaps up to snare her foe in a tight side Headlock, stooping the Destroyer over and half-smothering Elizabeth with the side of her beauteous bosom.
“Better get acquainted with ‘em now; you’ll be seeing a lot more of them soon” warns Deanne as she forces the undead wrestler into a run. Just as she’s about to flatten Elizabeth’s pretty nose with a Bulldog, the Countess places a hand on Deanne’s hip and shoves her away, destroying the Headlock. Deanne’s headed for a bad collision with the corner when she shows some remarkable agility; The BaseBall Valyrie lowers her head and bursts forward, hitting the top two turnbuckles with her back and flipping over them to land feet first on the apron. Deanne speeds across the narrow space to the other corner of that side and climbs to the high-rent district, leaping off with a big Crossbody that soars through the air and smecks against Elizabeth’s chest, but doesn’t knock her down!?
The Mistress of the Night plants her feet in time and catches Darr Davis like she was a thrown log. Triple D panics and wriggles her feet in the air trying to push Elizabeth back the final inch but there’s no moving the big goth. Elizabeth hurls Deanne overhead and falls back, slamming the blonde’s sore spine into the mat with a Bridging Fallaway Slam.
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Deanne’s heart skips a beat when she hits the sturdy ring floor and, for a moment, goes still aside from her massive, heaving chest. The referee slides for the count.
One!
Two- Deanne kicks out! She turns onto her side grimacing with a hand massaging her sore back. Lizzie sits up and smiles “you’re strong for a human. Unfortunately, I’m not human I’m something greater!” She told the veteran as she stands up and plots what to do with the Baseball Valkyrie next. She walks over to pick up the blonde bombshell but Davis trips her up. Davis gets up, brushing her hair out of her face as she went to place the gothic beauty in a figure four leg lock. The FAWNatics letting their WOOO’s be heard.
Lizzie struggles and tries to inch towards the ropes; the official’s observing there to see if Lizzie wants to quit. He got a hiss for a response. Lizzie wasn’t going to submit so easily she won’t lose again. She wants to climb the mountain.
Davis felt that fighting spirit, and that’s something she respects. Lizzie wants to work for it but Davis won’t make it easy for her. “Yeah, that’s why I don’t do that too often, doesn’t usually work in my favor, sweetie. But this more than makes up for it.” She said, bridging up a little to add more torque to the hold, making Lizzie hiss a little louder. Davis chuckles a little, then got a sly grin on her face. “Here’s a lesson for ya hon. When you wrestle barefoot, expect this to happen.” She said as she had a hand on the foot stuck out in the hold and proceeded to tickle it as the vampire tried to stifle a laugh. Davis kept going knowing it’s unavoidable. “Come on, daughter of the night, let’s hear you howl.” She teased as soon enough, she got the countess to laugh.
“Hehehaha! This ishehehha! UntowahahaOW!” Elizabeth shivers as Deanne adds some torque to the Figure-Four; the tickling looks like a joke but it enhances the victim’s sensitivity making the submission worse. Deanne’s having a ball playing Elizabeth like the soundboard at a minor league game, shifting the hot young lioness between pain and pleasure in rapid shifts. “Now, I’m sure you know the fastest way out of this hold, but do you really want more of this lumber?”
Elizabeth has to fight through the competing urges to yell in pain and laugh from the tickling to reply to Triple D’s trash talk; throughout the whole ordeal the Vampire is dragging their bodies to the nearest set of ropes, “Hahahaooh! I think I canOW! Deal with all the lumber you can carrhehaha!”
It’s a long, painful, confusing trek to the ropes, but Thorn drags them to the brink of a rope break- and instead of reaching for one she flips over! Elizabeth turns Deanne and herself face down on the mat and pours power through her legs, making Deanne squirm in the clutches of the reversed hold. Elizabeth pushes up to apply more weight and purrs, “Perhaps you should throw in the towel; it’s going to be a long time till sunrise.”
The Baseball Valkyrie’s too preoccupied with stifling a scream and trying to undo the knot of their legs to answer. Once she finally does they both melt to the mat with a sigh of relief. Now Elizabeth reaches for the ropes, using them to climb to her knees and then-
“Aaaie!”
Deanne speeds to Thorn’s side and leaps onto the second rope, slingshotting off the cable to drop an elbow on the middle of Thorn’s back! The Countess is flattened to the canvas massaging her back while Deanne skips over her undead body to the nearest corner. “Going all night is my lowest setting, sweetheart!” Deanne calls over her shoulder as she climbs the buckles. Balancing on the top cables, the playful Princess of the Pitch shimmies her shoulders to get the crowd a hootin’ and the cameras to zoom in on her chest before she takes to the air in a graceful Moonsault.
Elizabeth surges up and catches Deanne! Eerily similar to earlier in the match, Elizabeth catches the Lightweight and hups Deanne so they can look each other in the eye. Deanne nervously puts up a pleading hand, “Now, hang on a sec…”
The vampire jerks down and drives the blonde onto a posted knee with a supernaturally painful Backbreaker!
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Lizzie smiles having the blonde over her knee as she stretched her out. She wanted to show she might be a little fresh but she’s dangerous all the same. Lizzie tried to be a vampiric female Bane as she stretched Davis over her knee. “Come on you can’t do this all night.” She said trying to dissuade Davis and make her give up but the veteran wasn’t one to do that. Davis however was a fighter, she would tried to sock Lizzie in the gut making her let go of the hold and make the vampire stumble back. The Baseballer’s a hard puncher by nature and nurture, but she’s still a Lightweight and in a terrible position for punching; Deanne peppers Thorn’s firm abdomen with blows but it’s a minor effect at best. Elizabeth rolls Deanne off her knee and lets her crumple to the mat, then stands up and lifts her face to the night sky beyond the ceiling of the FAWN arena; spreading her arms out wide to accept the applause of her dark kin in the stands.
After basking in the glow of the moon, Elizabeth leans down and takes Darr Davis by the wrist, “Let me help you up.” She drags the indie legend to unsteady feet and keeps her grip tight like she’s supporting Deanne till she can stand on her own. Deanne leans on Elizabeth for a moment then places a hand on the Xandrian’s breast to push herself away to the length of their tether. Still pain-dazed by the BackBreaker the blonde blinks and crooks, “Appreciate you not pulling my hair; it takes time to get a do like thisWAK!”
Thorn whacks Deanne across her prodigious chest with a Short-Arm Clothesline, knocking the blonde tits and sneakers up and moaning.
“My apologies, let’s try that again,” Elizabeth purrs, pulling a more rubbery Deanne off the ground. The Lightweight brings up a fist to feed the vampire a knuckle sandwich, but Lizzie’s fast for her size and whacks! Deanne’s breasts with another Short-Arm Clothesline. Once again horizontal and counting the lights, Deanne moans and rubs her sore rack; the gurls are aching! She moans louder as Elizabeth drags her up and tears away Darr Davis’s protective arm; the Countess has found two big targets on her opponent she loves punishing.
WHACK!
Number three hits the hardest of the trio and blows Deanne ass over coffee pot(Deanne hates tea). The vampire mercifully lets go of Deanne’s arm and shakes her hitting arm out. “Like having a pair of large stress balls.”
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Elizabeth nudges Deanne to her back and settles into a dominating full-body pin; taking the Valkyrie’s wrists and holding them down above her head while pressing her much less tenderized chest into the beaten veteran’s.
ONE!
TWO!!
T- Deanne pops into a bridge!! The ageless wonder shows remarkable strength; getting her shoulders up and raising the larger Elizabeth on her upthrust abdomen, supported by the tips of her sneaks and fingers.
Lizzie was a little shocked but well vets like Davis should be difficult. So Lizzie gave Davis a few stomps to the gut. Being Barefoot made each stomp feel a little harder since there’s nothing to absorb the force of it. After a few she pulls The Baseball Valkyrie up to her feet before she lifts up her for some spine on the pine. She slams Davis down with a spinebuster, Davis yells in pain arching and holding her back as the move stung her. Lizzie then runs off the ropes and jumps up with a Senton. The Vampire’s back slamming into Davis’ front making her flop from it more. Lizzie though wasn’t go for the cover instead she signals to go to the top rope. This didn’t work last time but maybe now Lady Luck will smile on Lizzie. “Time to see a vampire fly!” She calls out to get the crowd behind her. She climbs up and signals for a Coffin Drop. A rather newer move but one befitting the unnatural beauty. However, all this pandering to the crowd is giving Davis time to recover.
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“How does mine compare to Hackenschmidt’s!?” Asks Elizabeth to the crowd as she crosses her arms into an X over her chest and leaps backward off the top ropes. Deanne will be lucky if there’s anything to be pulled out of the crater left behind after this move hits.
THWAM!!
Deanne’s luckier than we thought! She shifts out of the way at the absolute last moment and lets the flying Destroyer crash onto the ring’s floor. Elizabeth howls to the night and spasms on the canvas, back arched in a taut bow with fingers and ties curled in agony. Re-energized by opportunity, Darr Davis army crawls to the nearest set of cables and uses them as a ladder to stand; she looks over her shoulder and sees Elizabeth powering through the pain and rising to all fours.
“Time to move old gal,” The Baseballer hypes herself up as she trudges to the closest corner as fast as she can. With a groan of exertion, she hops onto the second ropes and checks over her shoulder to see Elizabeth about to stand to her full height. “Fly ball!” Deanne Springs off the cables as the vampire turns to face her; Elizabeth’s dark eyes widen in shock to see Deanne flying at her like a bat out of hell. The Baseball Valkyrie grabs the big girl a Headlock as she soars past and takes the big girl on a roller coaster ride before thudding her cranium into the canvas with a Springboard DDT!
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Thorn becomes the biggest dart in the world as she balances on her head for a second before gravity comes a calling and she topples over onto her back. Motionless aside from her heaving chest. Deanne is on top of the vulnerable vampire in a heartbeat, taking both of Elizabeth’s long legs behind the knees and pulling them in for a tight Backpress Pin.
ONE!
TWO!!
TH- Thorn bucks free! In saving herself, Elizabeth whips her legs down, tossing Deanne and sending her rolling to the other side of the ring. The Baseball Valkyrie looks astonished and wipes sweat from her brow, “Do I need to put a stake in this girl’s heart?” She shakes her head clear of doubt and looks at the corner she’s been blown near, “Welp, if it ain’t broke…”
As Deanne plans her next move, Thorn tries to clear the stars from her eyes and get back into the match. “I will not go back to The Jungle with my head hung low,” she groans as she rises to one knee.“ Thorn stands upright, swivelling her head as she looks for the crafty veteran- Thorn spots Deanne… in the air!
“NOMMPH!”
Triple D goes to the Lightweight arsenal once again and slams into Elizabeth in Tummy on face collision that has the blonde riding the brunette to the mat!
DIVING LOU THEZ PRESS
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Deanne’s 124lbs slaps down on Lizzie at the same moment her head smacks against the covered plywood that makes up the mat. After giving her opponent a taste of Tennesse tummy, Deanne doesn’t sit up but slides down, burying Elizabeth in the cleavage that’s claimed World Champions, meticulous Manglers and Sensational rookies. Deanne’s patented Front Sleeper known as The Jugg-Out.
As fun a time that can be had between Darr Davis’s breasts, Elizabeth is content with getting the bobby prize, she wants to win! The Vampire thrashes and flails under the smaller woman, but Deanne’s ridden bigger bulls than Elizabeth(Both the animal and the basketball team). The Baseball Valkyrie presses down harder and works her shoulders to really settle the goth DEEP between the mountains. Second, by second, Thorn's movements slowly start to fade, the lack of oxygen finally overcoming her will. Deanne whispers sweet nothings in the vampire’s ear as she smothers her way to victory, “Hell of a scrap there, Lizzie. Don’t think I had to use the gurls as a Hail Mary since I jugged out the Mitchell and Armstrong mamas in that reunion show in ‘07. But now it’s time for the vampire to sleep; after all, you’ve got two big, warm pillows to lay your head on.
Lizzie seemed to be unresponsive, the veteran seemed to have won as she quietly signalled the ref to check Lizzie. The ref walked over and raised her arm, it fell once. He raised it again, it fell twice. He raised it for the final and third time but the moment he let go Lizzie sits up scaring the daylights out of the ref and Davis. Lizzie pushes the blonde far enough away to pull her face from her opponent’s sweaty cleavage and bares her Fangs at Davis, showing she’s done playing around. “While your chest is comfy, I would rather wait until my victory.” She said in a deathly calm voice. She’s not mad but she’s done playing around. She stands up hoisting Davis with her. She first does a Fall Away Slam to show off her unnatural strength befitting a vampire.
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As Davis was reeling Lizzie gave a few stomps to keep her dazed. Each stomp felt impactful and being barefoot only makes them hurt worse. Then she pulls Davis back to her feet and whips her into a corner. She hits the corner hard and has to sling her arms over the top ropes to keep from falling; Lizzie does a sexy strut over to her. “Let us dance your final dance.” She says as she grabs Davis and they waltz toward the center of the ring. Davis is on dream street so she can’t really do anything to stop it. When they got to the center Lizzie gives a kiss on Davis’ cheek before she went for her big move, Vampire’s Kiss.
VAMPIRE'S KISS
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When Davis is slammed into the mat you could see her eyes roll into the back of her head as Lizzie goes to pin the vet.
1….
2……..
3!!!!!!
DING!!! DING!!!! DING!!!!
The Announcer broadcasts to the world, “Your winner… ELIZABETH THORN!!” as the victress in question releases Deanne's leg and rises back up with a smile bearing her fangs. The Countess basks in the glory as the referee raises her hand, greeting her followers through the camera, "The night has been kind to me, my broodlings."
Down on the canvas, the defeated Darr Davis slowly stirs awake. Her opening eyes are stung by the harsh house show lights and the veteran realizes she lost the fight.
"Dang it."
The glaring light of failure is eclipsed by Elizabeth Torn stepping into her field of vision. Deanne wearily curls up ready to defend from her lesser position, but Elizabeth isn’t going to make a post-match example of the indie icon. She extends a hand to help her up, “That was a well-fought match. I would gladly face you again in any stipulation.”
Relieved, Deanne takes the winner’s hand immediately and allows herself to be pulled to her feet. Once there, she has to lean on the younger woman to remain upright. Deanne gives Thorn a pat on the small of her back, “Girl, you hit hard. I’ll take a minute before fighting you again, but if you’re ever in need of a tag partner look no further!”
Before Thorn can orate how much that idea pleases her, Deanne goes onto her tiptoes and kisses her on the cheek, “If you’re done gettin’ love from the fans, help me to the ack. I owe you a victory drink.”
The Vampire gives a slow grin and offers the Valkyrie a supporting arm which is easily accepted. “I shall take you up on that.”
As Fans in the stands settle in their seats with beer, soda, popcorn and various delicious yet unhealthy foods, quick, rhythmic clapping fills the air followed by a jaunty guitar riff. The FAWNatics start getting giddy; they recognize the theme of this wrassler.
“Ladies and Gentleman, the following contest is for the Intercontinental Championship! It is scheduled for one Fall! Introducing first, the challenger; standing at 5 ft tall and weighing in at 124lbs, from Sevierville, Tennesse, The Baseball Valkyrie…. Deanne Darr Davis!”
The lyrics of Centerfield by John Fogerty flow through the air as a veteran of the Squared Circle steps through the curtain with the brightest smile you’ve ever seen and the biggest head of blonde hair ever to shine under the house lights. A living legend of the independents and the international circuits, the beautiful Baseball Valkyrie is making an exodus out of the Jungle for the big leagues.
DEANNE DARR DAVIS
‘Hey y’all!” She exclaims happily to the screaming throngs, “Y’all ready to see some sexy ladies mix it up!?”
On paper, this territory titan should have left the ring for a backstage role a long time ago, but her body and face remain eerily youthful even by Paul Rudd standards (any rumours of botox are grounds for a slander lawsuit). When she’s not busting heads in the ring, she’s turning heads in the streets and making men and women squeal between the sheets. Tonight Deanne is dressed to impress in her usual uniform of a white one-piece with black pinstripes, cut low enough to bare most of the ridiculous rack that’s smothered out hundreds of women over decades of wrestling. She struts forward on black wrestling shoes to the edge of the ramp, twirling in her right wrist a well-varnished maple wood baseball bat. With the same hand, she pulls a stick of CBD chew from one of her Black knee-high socks and chomps down. With her left, she sets down a small cage basket of cheap baseballs. Setting the basket down, she plucks a ball and turns it in her hand, chirping in her Southern patois, “Alright, Sports Fans! Who wants a souvenir?” Deanne tosses the ball in the air and swings her trusty slugger. There’s an audible crack! and a roar of applause when she hits a dinger into the cheap seats!
Crack! Crack! Crack!
Every few steps Deanne Darr Davis tattoos a ball into the stands, Her long mane of loose, blonde curls flies off her shoulders with each Major league swing. Fans can leave happy with these just-above-dollar-store quality baseballs, but if they want them signed The Baseball Valkyrie will gladly sign one for the low, low, low price of $100.
Deanne leaves her now empty basket in the corner of a set of steel steps and the ring apron and uses it as a stand for her bat. After rolling into the ring the battle-tested blonde enters a crouch and hops into the air, landing with a loud thump! She does it again and again, hopping along her side of the ring like she’s on a pogo stick; the audience claps along with each landing, already enthralled by the ring general.
Thump! Thump! Thump! CLAP! CLAP! CLAP!
She may not be able to move exactly as she did in her youth, but Deanne knows how to get a crowd in the palm of her hand, and her bombastic, bouncing bosom doesn’t hurt things either. “Bring this Thorn filly out! I haven’t wrestled with an undead hottie since Amante Zombi in 07!”
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As the veteran warms up and reminisces about her matches from back in the day, the lights dim as the crowd waits in anticipation; Lizzie is always one to make a flashy entrance, this time she decided to go with her inner Malakai Black. She rises like a Coffin being lifted to stand straight up and the unnatural beauty’s eyes open up, red thanks to contacts, and she smiles letting her fangs be visible to the FAWNnatics and her loyal fledglings. As the chorus hit “She’s a vampire!” She starts her sultry walk down the ramp. Hearing the steps of her bare feet as she does Thorn smiles twirling her hooded cape a little. She may be gothic but she’s not as stoic as they usually are. She lets the fans high-five her and pat her on the back. Elizabeth’s in her heart-stopping black thong leotard with the bloody rose on the back. Her long raven black hair flows as she climbs into the ring eying her opponent. “I must say I may be the vampire but you don’t look a day over 30.” She said complementing Deanne. “I know I’m in for a tough fight, you’ve been in the game longer than me, but I must respect you by going all out. You’d expect nothing less I imagine.” She tells her opponent, showing respect to The Baseball Valkyrie.
ELIZABETH THORN
Lizzie smiles as she warms up, reaching back to grab the top ropes of her corner, accentuating her own mouthwatering bust as a challenge to the bosomy baseballer. “I warn you, I’m not a zombie. I’m worse, I’m a vampire.” She said letting her pride in what she is show.
Deanne likes the strut of this dark model’s walk; she raises herself to stand on the bottom cables of her corner and beckons the sexy sanguisuge closer with wriggling fingers, “I don’t mind that none, wouldn’t be the first time I’ve gotten bitten in the ring, or the bedroom!”
Elizabeth’s beautiful, blood-red lips slowly curl into a smile, opening just the slightest bit to show a hint of her pearly white fangs. Seductively purring, “Don’t tempt me.”
The grinning Baseball Valkyrie cracks her knuckles as the bell rings, “Oh I’ll do more than tempt,” and sets off to meet the deadly Destroyer at the halfway point of the Squared Circle. She’s giving up seven inches, fifteen pounds, to the much younger (you never know how much) Elizabeth, but you’d never know it by Deanne’s confident bounce in her step, and chest.
With silent communication via the eyes, the beautiful grapplers embrace each other with an Elbow and Collar tie-up. It lasts all of three seconds; with comfortable ease, Lizzie leans back and shoves Davis out of the grapple to the mat. Deanne rolls with the momentum onto a knee, dishevelled but unbothered. She moves a strand of her blonde coif away from her face, “Woo, you’re a strong gal ain’t ya? Let’s try that again.”
Showing no fear of her opponent’s strength, Deanne waltzes into another Elbow and Collar-no, it’s a feint! Just as Elizabeth reaches for the Southern veteran Deanne dips, shifts and takes the vampire’s left stem in a Single Leg Takedown. Elizabeth has to throw her hands out to stop her pretty face from a harsh meeting with the ring floor; Deanne pounces on the Destroyer’s back, wrapping her trained legs around the raven-haired woman’s waist in a Bodyscissors and slapping a tight Sleeper around Elizabeth’s neck. She’s trying to snuff the bigger girl out from the get-go!
“Dang, you got some real smooth skin,’ admires Darr Davis, marvelling at the feel of Thorn’s neck, “must be you staying away from the sun.”
Elizabeth grunts as Davis squeezes the vampire at the waist and neck. She was trying to pull her arms off or get her legs apart. This wasn’t a good start for the vampire as the vet showing why she’s a vet.
“Come on hon, don’t quit on me now.” Darr Davis said trying to motivate the vampire into fighting back more. Lizzie hisses at Davis as she tried to roll herself closer to the ropes to force a rope break and get the Valkyrie off of her. Lizzie would show she can hang with the best of them. So far she hasn’t had the greatest track record but tonight she looks to fix it. Showing the veteran she’s more than a pretty face with nice curves.
Lizzie crawls towards the ropes trying her best to ignore the sweet nothing and teasing being whispered in her ear, not that she isn’t enjoying that mind you. It’s a short but disagreeable trip to freedom but Lizzie’s dainty fingers curl around the bottom strand; she can’t yell for the ref but luckily he’s keeping a watchful eye and asks Deanne to disengage.
Now the Princess of the Pitch isn’t above milking a count to put the hurt on a gal, but given that she’s still making a first impression, Deanne gets off Thorn without complaint and backs away. As Thorn rubs her neck and gets air back in her lungs, Deanne mimes throwing a ball into the air and hitting it into the bleachers. The trained FAWNatics scream “DINGER!”
“If I catch ya slipping, you’ll get a whipping,” Deanne jaws playfully to a risen Elizabeth. Despite her bravado, the busty blonde lowers into a crouch and carefully retreats as the younger, larger woman nears. “Better get those fangs out while you can.”
Elizabeth seems entertained by her brassy opponent and playfully rejoinders, “You’ll regret advising that,” before lunging at Deanne with outstretched hands. The Baseball Valkyrie delicately dodges the vampire’s grasp and lets her pass by, wrapping her arms just under Elizabeth’s navel. Deanne tenses and heaves the bigger woman up with a German Suplex, or she tries to at least. Elizabeth wisely hooks her ankle around the veteran’s, cleanly halting the move before thrusting her beauteous backside into Darr Davis’s tummy. The veteran doubles over with a “Guoff!’ making it easy for Elizabeth to reverse the Waistlock and send the blonde flying with a real German Suplex, of the Release variety.
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Normally one would bridge for a pin but she decided to show she’s no slouch in Submission holds herself. She let the Baseball Valkyrie fall to her stomach and then Lizzie walked over and sits on her back grabbing one
arm then another before she went to lock on a Camel Clutch.
Lizzie smiled letting her fangs show. “Tit for tat as they say.” She told the veteran as she bends the older woman’s back. She could be a tease too. “You know I meant what I said about your looks.” She added as she pulled back “But I also meant to not hold back so submit!!” She commanded.
Darr Davis grunts and groans, feeling the strain on her back. “Sorry hon, I don’t tap easily.” She said through groans. Elizabeth rises in her seat and drops her ass on Deanne’s spine in chastisement, making the indie legend squeal and kick her feet. The Daughter of Darkness drops her shapely hammer twice more before she really reefs on the Clutch, bending Deanne against nature’s design into a backwards L. Deanne’s groans escalate into pained gasps and shuddering; the official kneels down and asks if she wants to surrender while taking peeks down the Tennessean’s jutting cleavage. Deanne’s response is hoarse and muted so the ref leans closer to hear the suffering blonde.
“I… ain’t… done… yet…. GOT YA!”
Deanne’s arm slides off Thorn’s smooth thigh and grabs the referee by the collar. Startled, he leans away and starts to rise, acting exactly as the Valkyrie predicted and giving her the leverage she needs to get her wrestling shoes under her to get out of the hold. Elizabeth’s eyebrows shoot up when her Camel Clutch devolves into a standing Chinlock, but quickly recovers by going into a deep crouch and lifting Darr Davis onto a shoulder for Backdrop Suplex- Darr Davis flips backward onto her feet behind Elizabeth! The Vampire grits her teeth and seizes as she gets a punch to her lower back and a flurry of blows to her kidneys. Deanne leaps up to snare her foe in a tight side Headlock, stooping the Destroyer over and half-smothering Elizabeth with the side of her beauteous bosom.
“Better get acquainted with ‘em now; you’ll be seeing a lot more of them soon” warns Deanne as she forces the undead wrestler into a run. Just as she’s about to flatten Elizabeth’s pretty nose with a Bulldog, the Countess places a hand on Deanne’s hip and shoves her away, destroying the Headlock. Deanne’s headed for a bad collision with the corner when she shows some remarkable agility; The BaseBall Valyrie lowers her head and bursts forward, hitting the top two turnbuckles with her back and flipping over them to land feet first on the apron. Deanne speeds across the narrow space to the other corner of that side and climbs to the high-rent district, leaping off with a big Crossbody that soars through the air and smecks against Elizabeth’s chest, but doesn’t knock her down!?
The Mistress of the Night plants her feet in time and catches Darr Davis like she was a thrown log. Triple D panics and wriggles her feet in the air trying to push Elizabeth back the final inch but there’s no moving the big goth. Elizabeth hurls Deanne overhead and falls back, slamming the blonde’s sore spine into the mat with a Bridging Fallaway Slam.
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Deanne’s heart skips a beat when she hits the sturdy ring floor and, for a moment, goes still aside from her massive, heaving chest. The referee slides for the count.
One!
Two- Deanne kicks out! She turns onto her side grimacing with a hand massaging her sore back. Lizzie sits up and smiles “you’re strong for a human. Unfortunately, I’m not human I’m something greater!” She told the veteran as she stands up and plots what to do with the Baseball Valkyrie next. She walks over to pick up the blonde bombshell but Davis trips her up. Davis gets up, brushing her hair out of her face as she went to place the gothic beauty in a figure four leg lock. The FAWNatics letting their WOOO’s be heard.
Lizzie struggles and tries to inch towards the ropes; the official’s observing there to see if Lizzie wants to quit. He got a hiss for a response. Lizzie wasn’t going to submit so easily she won’t lose again. She wants to climb the mountain.
Davis felt that fighting spirit, and that’s something she respects. Lizzie wants to work for it but Davis won’t make it easy for her. “Yeah, that’s why I don’t do that too often, doesn’t usually work in my favor, sweetie. But this more than makes up for it.” She said, bridging up a little to add more torque to the hold, making Lizzie hiss a little louder. Davis chuckles a little, then got a sly grin on her face. “Here’s a lesson for ya hon. When you wrestle barefoot, expect this to happen.” She said as she had a hand on the foot stuck out in the hold and proceeded to tickle it as the vampire tried to stifle a laugh. Davis kept going knowing it’s unavoidable. “Come on, daughter of the night, let’s hear you howl.” She teased as soon enough, she got the countess to laugh.
“Hehehaha! This ishehehha! UntowahahaOW!” Elizabeth shivers as Deanne adds some torque to the Figure-Four; the tickling looks like a joke but it enhances the victim’s sensitivity making the submission worse. Deanne’s having a ball playing Elizabeth like the soundboard at a minor league game, shifting the hot young lioness between pain and pleasure in rapid shifts. “Now, I’m sure you know the fastest way out of this hold, but do you really want more of this lumber?”
Elizabeth has to fight through the competing urges to yell in pain and laugh from the tickling to reply to Triple D’s trash talk; throughout the whole ordeal the Vampire is dragging their bodies to the nearest set of ropes, “Hahahaooh! I think I canOW! Deal with all the lumber you can carrhehaha!”
It’s a long, painful, confusing trek to the ropes, but Thorn drags them to the brink of a rope break- and instead of reaching for one she flips over! Elizabeth turns Deanne and herself face down on the mat and pours power through her legs, making Deanne squirm in the clutches of the reversed hold. Elizabeth pushes up to apply more weight and purrs, “Perhaps you should throw in the towel; it’s going to be a long time till sunrise.”
The Baseball Valkyrie’s too preoccupied with stifling a scream and trying to undo the knot of their legs to answer. Once she finally does they both melt to the mat with a sigh of relief. Now Elizabeth reaches for the ropes, using them to climb to her knees and then-
“Aaaie!”
Deanne speeds to Thorn’s side and leaps onto the second rope, slingshotting off the cable to drop an elbow on the middle of Thorn’s back! The Countess is flattened to the canvas massaging her back while Deanne skips over her undead body to the nearest corner. “Going all night is my lowest setting, sweetheart!” Deanne calls over her shoulder as she climbs the buckles. Balancing on the top cables, the playful Princess of the Pitch shimmies her shoulders to get the crowd a hootin’ and the cameras to zoom in on her chest before she takes to the air in a graceful Moonsault.
Elizabeth surges up and catches Deanne! Eerily similar to earlier in the match, Elizabeth catches the Lightweight and hups Deanne so they can look each other in the eye. Deanne nervously puts up a pleading hand, “Now, hang on a sec…”
The vampire jerks down and drives the blonde onto a posted knee with a supernaturally painful Backbreaker!
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Lizzie smiles having the blonde over her knee as she stretched her out. She wanted to show she might be a little fresh but she’s dangerous all the same. Lizzie tried to be a vampiric female Bane as she stretched Davis over her knee. “Come on you can’t do this all night.” She said trying to dissuade Davis and make her give up but the veteran wasn’t one to do that. Davis however was a fighter, she would tried to sock Lizzie in the gut making her let go of the hold and make the vampire stumble back. The Baseballer’s a hard puncher by nature and nurture, but she’s still a Lightweight and in a terrible position for punching; Deanne peppers Thorn’s firm abdomen with blows but it’s a minor effect at best. Elizabeth rolls Deanne off her knee and lets her crumple to the mat, then stands up and lifts her face to the night sky beyond the ceiling of the FAWN arena; spreading her arms out wide to accept the applause of her dark kin in the stands.
After basking in the glow of the moon, Elizabeth leans down and takes Darr Davis by the wrist, “Let me help you up.” She drags the indie legend to unsteady feet and keeps her grip tight like she’s supporting Deanne till she can stand on her own. Deanne leans on Elizabeth for a moment then places a hand on the Xandrian’s breast to push herself away to the length of their tether. Still pain-dazed by the BackBreaker the blonde blinks and crooks, “Appreciate you not pulling my hair; it takes time to get a do like thisWAK!”
Thorn whacks Deanne across her prodigious chest with a Short-Arm Clothesline, knocking the blonde tits and sneakers up and moaning.
“My apologies, let’s try that again,” Elizabeth purrs, pulling a more rubbery Deanne off the ground. The Lightweight brings up a fist to feed the vampire a knuckle sandwich, but Lizzie’s fast for her size and whacks! Deanne’s breasts with another Short-Arm Clothesline. Once again horizontal and counting the lights, Deanne moans and rubs her sore rack; the gurls are aching! She moans louder as Elizabeth drags her up and tears away Darr Davis’s protective arm; the Countess has found two big targets on her opponent she loves punishing.
WHACK!
Number three hits the hardest of the trio and blows Deanne ass over coffee pot(Deanne hates tea). The vampire mercifully lets go of Deanne’s arm and shakes her hitting arm out. “Like having a pair of large stress balls.”
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Elizabeth nudges Deanne to her back and settles into a dominating full-body pin; taking the Valkyrie’s wrists and holding them down above her head while pressing her much less tenderized chest into the beaten veteran’s.
ONE!
TWO!!
T- Deanne pops into a bridge!! The ageless wonder shows remarkable strength; getting her shoulders up and raising the larger Elizabeth on her upthrust abdomen, supported by the tips of her sneaks and fingers.
Lizzie was a little shocked but well vets like Davis should be difficult. So Lizzie gave Davis a few stomps to the gut. Being Barefoot made each stomp feel a little harder since there’s nothing to absorb the force of it. After a few she pulls The Baseball Valkyrie up to her feet before she lifts up her for some spine on the pine. She slams Davis down with a spinebuster, Davis yells in pain arching and holding her back as the move stung her. Lizzie then runs off the ropes and jumps up with a Senton. The Vampire’s back slamming into Davis’ front making her flop from it more. Lizzie though wasn’t go for the cover instead she signals to go to the top rope. This didn’t work last time but maybe now Lady Luck will smile on Lizzie. “Time to see a vampire fly!” She calls out to get the crowd behind her. She climbs up and signals for a Coffin Drop. A rather newer move but one befitting the unnatural beauty. However, all this pandering to the crowd is giving Davis time to recover.
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“How does mine compare to Hackenschmidt’s!?” Asks Elizabeth to the crowd as she crosses her arms into an X over her chest and leaps backward off the top ropes. Deanne will be lucky if there’s anything to be pulled out of the crater left behind after this move hits.
THWAM!!
Deanne’s luckier than we thought! She shifts out of the way at the absolute last moment and lets the flying Destroyer crash onto the ring’s floor. Elizabeth howls to the night and spasms on the canvas, back arched in a taut bow with fingers and ties curled in agony. Re-energized by opportunity, Darr Davis army crawls to the nearest set of cables and uses them as a ladder to stand; she looks over her shoulder and sees Elizabeth powering through the pain and rising to all fours.
“Time to move old gal,” The Baseballer hypes herself up as she trudges to the closest corner as fast as she can. With a groan of exertion, she hops onto the second ropes and checks over her shoulder to see Elizabeth about to stand to her full height. “Fly ball!” Deanne Springs off the cables as the vampire turns to face her; Elizabeth’s dark eyes widen in shock to see Deanne flying at her like a bat out of hell. The Baseball Valkyrie grabs the big girl a Headlock as she soars past and takes the big girl on a roller coaster ride before thudding her cranium into the canvas with a Springboard DDT!
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Thorn becomes the biggest dart in the world as she balances on her head for a second before gravity comes a calling and she topples over onto her back. Motionless aside from her heaving chest. Deanne is on top of the vulnerable vampire in a heartbeat, taking both of Elizabeth’s long legs behind the knees and pulling them in for a tight Backpress Pin.
ONE!
TWO!!
TH- Thorn bucks free! In saving herself, Elizabeth whips her legs down, tossing Deanne and sending her rolling to the other side of the ring. The Baseball Valkyrie looks astonished and wipes sweat from her brow, “Do I need to put a stake in this girl’s heart?” She shakes her head clear of doubt and looks at the corner she’s been blown near, “Welp, if it ain’t broke…”
As Deanne plans her next move, Thorn tries to clear the stars from her eyes and get back into the match. “I will not go back to The Jungle with my head hung low,” she groans as she rises to one knee.“ Thorn stands upright, swivelling her head as she looks for the crafty veteran- Thorn spots Deanne… in the air!
“NOMMPH!”
Triple D goes to the Lightweight arsenal once again and slams into Elizabeth in Tummy on face collision that has the blonde riding the brunette to the mat!
DIVING LOU THEZ PRESS
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Deanne’s 124lbs slaps down on Lizzie at the same moment her head smacks against the covered plywood that makes up the mat. After giving her opponent a taste of Tennesse tummy, Deanne doesn’t sit up but slides down, burying Elizabeth in the cleavage that’s claimed World Champions, meticulous Manglers and Sensational rookies. Deanne’s patented Front Sleeper known as The Jugg-Out.
As fun a time that can be had between Darr Davis’s breasts, Elizabeth is content with getting the bobby prize, she wants to win! The Vampire thrashes and flails under the smaller woman, but Deanne’s ridden bigger bulls than Elizabeth(Both the animal and the basketball team). The Baseball Valkyrie presses down harder and works her shoulders to really settle the goth DEEP between the mountains. Second, by second, Thorn's movements slowly start to fade, the lack of oxygen finally overcoming her will. Deanne whispers sweet nothings in the vampire’s ear as she smothers her way to victory, “Hell of a scrap there, Lizzie. Don’t think I had to use the gurls as a Hail Mary since I jugged out the Mitchell and Armstrong mamas in that reunion show in ‘07. But now it’s time for the vampire to sleep; after all, you’ve got two big, warm pillows to lay your head on.
Lizzie seemed to be unresponsive, the veteran seemed to have won as she quietly signalled the ref to check Lizzie. The ref walked over and raised her arm, it fell once. He raised it again, it fell twice. He raised it for the final and third time but the moment he let go Lizzie sits up scaring the daylights out of the ref and Davis. Lizzie pushes the blonde far enough away to pull her face from her opponent’s sweaty cleavage and bares her Fangs at Davis, showing she’s done playing around. “While your chest is comfy, I would rather wait until my victory.” She said in a deathly calm voice. She’s not mad but she’s done playing around. She stands up hoisting Davis with her. She first does a Fall Away Slam to show off her unnatural strength befitting a vampire.
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As Davis was reeling Lizzie gave a few stomps to keep her dazed. Each stomp felt impactful and being barefoot only makes them hurt worse. Then she pulls Davis back to her feet and whips her into a corner. She hits the corner hard and has to sling her arms over the top ropes to keep from falling; Lizzie does a sexy strut over to her. “Let us dance your final dance.” She says as she grabs Davis and they waltz toward the center of the ring. Davis is on dream street so she can’t really do anything to stop it. When they got to the center Lizzie gives a kiss on Davis’ cheek before she went for her big move, Vampire’s Kiss.
VAMPIRE'S KISS
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When Davis is slammed into the mat you could see her eyes roll into the back of her head as Lizzie goes to pin the vet.
1….
2……..
3!!!!!!
DING!!! DING!!!! DING!!!!
The Announcer broadcasts to the world, “Your winner… ELIZABETH THORN!!” as the victress in question releases Deanne's leg and rises back up with a smile bearing her fangs. The Countess basks in the glory as the referee raises her hand, greeting her followers through the camera, "The night has been kind to me, my broodlings."
Down on the canvas, the defeated Darr Davis slowly stirs awake. Her opening eyes are stung by the harsh house show lights and the veteran realizes she lost the fight.
"Dang it."
The glaring light of failure is eclipsed by Elizabeth Torn stepping into her field of vision. Deanne wearily curls up ready to defend from her lesser position, but Elizabeth isn’t going to make a post-match example of the indie icon. She extends a hand to help her up, “That was a well-fought match. I would gladly face you again in any stipulation.”
Relieved, Deanne takes the winner’s hand immediately and allows herself to be pulled to her feet. Once there, she has to lean on the younger woman to remain upright. Deanne gives Thorn a pat on the small of her back, “Girl, you hit hard. I’ll take a minute before fighting you again, but if you’re ever in need of a tag partner look no further!”
Before Thorn can orate how much that idea pleases her, Deanne goes onto her tiptoes and kisses her on the cheek, “If you’re done gettin’ love from the fans, help me to the ack. I owe you a victory drink.”
The Vampire gives a slow grin and offers the Valkyrie a supporting arm which is easily accepted. “I shall take you up on that.”