Post by hawkeye on Apr 11, 2023 1:35:55 GMT
The first chords of Colonel Bogey’s March heralded the arrival of tonight’s star-spangled heroine. And the FAWNatics raucously realized where there’s one member of the Greater Good there were bound to be more.
COLONEL BOGEY'S MARCH @ 5:12
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The proud Floridians rose not only out of respect for their country but out of excitement at the arrival of a team representing all that’s good AND great with sports entertainment.
Their hearts filled with pride and eyes filled with an athletic, blonde beauty in stars-n-stripes, Lady Liberty emerging from stage right. Flaring spotlights zeroed in on the flaxen-haired hardbody and she smiled without hesitation, blue eyes like sapphires, curls spun from gold. Liberty stood with one foot crossed slightly in front the other, left hand placed upon a curvy hip as she saluted crisply with the right.
LADY LIBERTY
On her sublimely sporty frame she wore the colors of her country. The sports top was white, with a red torch aflame across her bosom; sapphire bikini briefs were decorated with a smattering of stars, her elbow pads a dazzling blue while her boots are a radiant red.
The Girl from Anytown USA carried the colors with obvious pride amidst no irony or cynicism and it’s impossible for the partisan patriots in attendance to not pop with a rocket’s red glare.
Quickly beside her was a fresh-faced brunette who most now tabbed as the emergent leader of the beloved band of three. The ethereal, dark-haired beauty joined Liberty under the cavalcade of cheers.
PRINCESS GISELLE
With the appearance of the Disney-adjacent royalty, GG moved together toward the ring.
The outfit of the Theme Park Monarch was what could only be called FAWNticized Sleeping Beauty gear. In her right hand was a long silver wand.
( www.amiclubwear.com/costume-storybook-jj1-4615sultrysnow.html ) red boots instead of pumps
The Lady carried herself with absolute assurance, an unfaltering confidence that’s spellbinding, with a smile that’s nothing short of heartwarming. She slapped hands with the crowd on her journey down the aisle.
Next to her, PG cheerily interacted with the assembled. Giselle strode to the squared circle, making certain to brandish her magical baton toward her fans, beaming smile melting the hearts of those around her.
Liberty collected a microphone from a nearby attendant and ascended the steel steps. The Princess followed close behind.
Taking turns entering, LL moved to middle, while Giselle loitered around the ropes nearest the hard cam. She raised her wand and shot a cloud of silver glitter into the front rows, delighting the denizens of her realm.
Joining her partner after spreading her shimmering confetti, Giselle accepted the stick from the Paragon of Patriotism, the only dark lining in the silver cloud, the lack of Greater Good’s California Angel, Colleen O’Neal, not accompanying her compatriots to ringside.
“Welcome good sirs and ladies,” the Princess began. “To a land where right is the strongest might and where virtue can still overcome the devils of the darkest corners of the Four Sided Forest. Tonight, my Lady and I know not what wicked this way comes. But with your assistance, we shall prove to be the Greater Good.”
The Belle of the Brawl handed over both microphone and wand to Craig Long as the Announcer made the arrival of tonight’s first team official.
“Tonight’s next match is one fall with a twenty minute time limit. First. From the Magic Kingdom and the Good ole USA, Princess Giselle and Lady Liberty…GREATER GOOD!”
The crowd erupted with a rousing ovation, the treasured duo waving enthusiastically at their supporters while moving to their corner and allowing the zebra to provide his customary pat down.
Giselle and Liberty were in the midst of the aforementioned inspection when the Announcer broke in. “And their opponents! Introducing first, hailing from Santa Monica, California, she stands at five feet two inches tall and weighs in at one hundred and fifteen pounds. She is the Sweetest Sunshine, this is HEAVEN HUGHES!”
Enthusiastic applause greeted the GSW import as she flitted through the curtain in time with an explosion of golden sparks blossoming overhead. The sporty, sun-kissed blonde appeared the perfect billboard for Cali. A beaming Hughes waved to her burgeoning fan-base clad in a black and yellow, zippered Body Glove diving top; similarly-hued and branded boy-cut trunks; her tanned legs and feet bare. Though her first outings on the grand stage of FAWN hadn't produced the victories she'd hoped for, acclaim and interest kept climbing and the stalwart supporters of sweetness and light knew it wouldn't be long before the ingenue followed her idol and mentor Colleen O'Neal to the Main Event.
HEAVEN HUGHES:
Catching the eye of her opponents as she started down the ramp, Heaven offered them a smile and a raised hand as well. The greeting was returned at once, though the careful observer could see mild confusion on all three faces. Hughes wasn't an actual member of the Greater Good, sure. But her close association with Colleen meant they should've been standing on the same side of the squared circle.
“Something seems off about this, Giselle.” Liberty murmured to her partner.
“It does feel like one of Bethany's traps.” the Princess agreed. “You don't think she'd team Heaven with Colleen just to mess with us, do--”
The truth revealed itself in a jaunty, albeit most unwelcome tune that made Lady Liberty's eyes go wide while Giselle's narrowed to determined slots.
CHOKE:
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Stop, drop
And drag me into place
And lock the fire escapes
I'll break your pretty face
Yeah, Yeah
Oh, you clever little things
The sycophantic teens
What a precious basket case
Yeah, Yeah
“And introducing her partner, hailing from Peaksville Ohio, she stands at five feet five inches tall and weighs in at one hundred and twenty-five pounds. She is inscrutable, indecipherable and downright impossible! Please welcome the duly elected ruler of the Four Sided Forest... VIOLYT GOODHEART!”
VIOLYT GOODHEART:
This proclamation was greeted with panic from the lighting system and mystified concern from the crowd, the former achieving full strobe status and the latter not quite sure what to do once the Princess of Peaksville skipped out through the curtains a few moments later.
Coherency was dealt yet another blow by the pair of cannons arranged on either side of the stage, both of which fired off massive clouds of pink and silver glitter at the start of the chorus! From the center of this multicolored maelstrom emerged a surprisingly dainty figure wearing a conical dark blue hat decorated with silver stars and moons. In defense of all those around her, Violyt looked pretty confused too. Or rather, she started out looking that way, but by the time she skipped down to Heaven Hughes she wore the expression of someone subjected to a mildly amusing practical joke.
Taking in the other blonde with a wry smile, she asked, “Let me guess, did Bethany call this a 'golden opportunity'?”
Heaven nodded slowly. “Yeah. Yeah she did.”
“And now you're feeling like you've just been pranked, right? Or set-up to fail just so a bunch of unimaginative assholes can laugh at you?”
“Ummmhhh, really just the first part. Honestly it feels like I'm being punished. Uhh, no offense.”
Violyt snorted with laughter. “None taken. So do I. Oh well, you know what they say. When life gives you lemons, chuck 'em at some idiot's head! C'mon Cherub, we've got work to do!”
Issue seemingly settled, the Glittering Enigma resumed her progress by skipping down the far side of the aisle to clap hands or occasionally pie-face any fan brave or foolish enough to strain in her direction. Upon reaching the foot of the ramp she crossed to the other side and repeated the process all the way back to the top. As for Heaven Hughes, she made her way to the ring like the ramp was made of glass and could only support the smallest bit of weight. Once there she hurried up the ramp and hopped over the ropes before going straight to Craig to see if he knew what the heck was going on.
Back outside, Violyt was heckling a pretzel vendor when she seemed to remember there was a match that needed starting. Turning her attention to the squared circle, she honed in on Princess Giselle, who hadn't moved since the blonde made her arrival. Seemingly forgetting all else once she met Giselle's eye, Violyt offered the Theme Park Monarch a mocking bow, then made a beeline for the ring. For tonight's unexpected adventure, the blonde wore bubble-gum pink trunks with a V-shaped white trim 'belt' and much thinner white trim around the leg holes. Above this was a matching halter-style top with white trim along the neckline and edges. Her pads at knee and elbow were a matching pink, boots were gleaming white while her wrist tape was rainbow patterned. Atop all this she wore a classic white nylon windbreaker with pink trim at the collar and cuffs. It was the back of this windbreaker that offered concrete evidence that all was not as it seemed when it came to the Princess of Peaksville. Sure, the Lisa Frank style portrait of a unicorn flying over a rainbow was perfectly on brand, however the message below advised the reader to ’Eat Sh!t and Die!’ in a disconcertingly cartoonish script.
Doffing the jacket as she hopped onto the apron, Goodheart tossed it to a ringside tech, then slipped through the ropes and scurried over to Heaven who did her very best not to shy away from the other blonde while the ref went through final inspections / instructions.
When the bell sounded it was Lady Liberty who came forward for the Greater Good even though Giselle was still staring a hole through Goodheart. Heaven thought her 'partner' would want to take point against the Good girls so she was more than a little surprised when Violyt smacked her on one shoulder and said, “You've got this, Angel!” and slipped through the strands to the apron.
Hughes frowned and held up a 'someone will be right with you' index finger to Craig. “Hold up, hold up, hold up! First off, the name's Heaven. Second, why aren't you starting for us? You're the one who's got beef with these girls!”
Goodheart regarded her with an expression of mild consternation. “With regards to your first observation, you have my apologies, Paradise. And as for the second observation, that's completely erroneous. All my cattle holdings are in my name, and my name only.”
The California blonde blinked several times, she found being around Goodheart for any length of time resulted in a feeling of mild unreality she didn't much like. “But.... I can't fight either of these girls. They're good! I'm good!”
“Yes, yes, we're all incredibly talented and fortunate to do what we love on a national stage. That's what makes this so fun! Now stop dawdling and go tear Lady Liberty's head off!”
Heaven would do no such thing and meant to tell Goodheart as such, unfortunately the Pink Stranger hopped off the apron and strolled over to the guardrail so she could begin an animated conversation with an old lady sporting a vintage Jeanette Lansdale shirt. Still vaguely convinced she would wake up at any minute, Heaven Hughes rolled her shoulders, turned around and started toward the middle of the squared circle with one hand raised in preemptive apology.
Liberty saw her coming and smiled. “Something on your mind, citizen?” she asked the bumfuzzled blonde.
“Hi, ummmhhh, yeah, listen... I'm with her, but I'm not with her, ya know? I feel like I must've done something to piss Bethany off to land this spot, but I don't know what and I could really use the pay-per-view bonus even if I REALLY don't want to fight either of--”
“We're supposed to be EVIL, Heaven! If that even is your real name!” Violyt was back on the apron and looking mighty perturbed. “What did I tell you about decapitation?”
“You see what I'm dealing with?” Hughes asked Liberty. “It's exhausting!”
“My advice is to ignore her the best you can.” LL replied, not unkindly. “Our respective partners seem drawn to one another in a dangerous game that I cannot condone despite concerns for Giselle's well-being. In the interim I suggest you and I treat this like a well-attended, well-paid sparring session. If we can keep our partners from doing anything too crazy--”
“Why isn't she BLEEDING yet, friend-o?” Violyt complained from the corner.
“Silence your foul mouth, sorceress!” Princess Giselle barked before anyone in the ring could offer a more measured response. “Every sibilant syllable is an execrable curse on this otherwise pristine landscape!”
Now it was Liberty's turn to look abashed. “It seems we both have a daunting task ahead of us tonight, citizen. Shall we make the best of it, then?”
The California girl still didn't feel great about locking up with the Star Spangled Grappler, yet it was much easier to bear than all the spooky coming off Violyt. Offering the other blonde a smile and fist bump, both of which were promptly returned. “Here's to making the best of a weird situation.”
Hughes and Liberty began to circle then, a trio of nimble rotations that grew smaller and smaller until-- Heaven lunged in, looped an arm around Lady's noggin and drew her down into a Side Headlock! She managed to deliver one good squeeze before Liberty slipped loose, caught hold of the smaller blonde's left wrist and wrenched that attached limb through a quick Arm Wringer. Hughes grimaced and hunched over to deal with the strain on her shoulder only to throw herself into a quick forward roll that alleviated the pressure quite nicely. Snatching hold of Liberty's wrist allowed her to return the Arm Wringer with interest, but Freedom's Favorite Fighter answered with an equally swift one-handed cartwheel that freed herself from any more limb wrenching.
Heaven on the other hand got a second taste once LL claimed her left wrist and twisted 'round behind to force it up between Hughes' shoulders with a Hammerlock. “Don't slow down now, citizen.” Lady murmured when Heaven hissed and went up on tiptoe. “I think the two of us were starting to set an excellent pace, wouldn't you--” Heaven reached back with her right hand and palmed the base of Liberty's skull tight enough to wedge the other blonde's chin against the ball of her shoulder. Wary of a Stunner or some other jaw-breaking maneuver, Liberty pulled back as best she could, though this ultimately gave Hughes the 'oomph' she needed to spring skyward and come down on her shoulder and hip with an improvised Snapmare that sent Lady Liberty tumbling across the canvas!
The Patriotic Paragon sprang up at once and took the opportunity to adjust her trunks before offering Heaven a polite little clap. Still clearly flummoxed to find herself as the opposition to a fairy tale princess and a woman decked out in the red, white & blue, Hughes offered the other blonde an uncertain nod and said, “You're pretty good yourself. Ready for round two?”
“Ready for round two?” Goodheart groaned from what Heaven had to remind herself was the friendly side of town. “Do you have ANY idea how to comport yourself like a villain? Flying at half mast, retiring the colors, hell, even a decent Ivan Drago impression would do wonders and you settle for ready for round--”
“Would you be happier taking her spot, Violyt?” Lady Liberty interrupted.
Violyt's attention immediately honed in on the Girl from Everytown, USA. “I have no quarrel with you, patriot. Yet here you are, intruding on the Four Sided Forest when clearly this is a task for the Princess Giselle. Now, if you and California Dreamin' here want to take your leave of my domain, you may do so with the promise of safe passage.”
“I don't need your promises.” Liberty answered with steel in her tone. “The light of freedom guides my way even through the horrible shadows in which you dwell, Violyt Goodheart.”
The Glittering Enigma regarded LL balefully for a moment before turning her ire on Heaven. “See? SHE gets it.” Without waiting for a response Goodheart stepped onto the bottom rope and extended a hand in Hughes' direction.
Heaven looked doubtfully between Violyt and the Lady. She really didn't want to oppose the Greater Good, but her competitive drive chafed at the free pass. In the end she strode over to Goodheart and tagged her into the match. “I'm ummmhhh... here when you need me, I guess.”
The Princess of Peaksville nodded and hopped over the top rope. “I appreciate that. You can start by sharpening your trash talk. You see that pretzel vendor schlubbing his way through the floor seat fans?”
“Yeah. Why?”
“His name's Clark and his girlfriend of two years just dumped him for a beer truck driver named Jeffrey. See if you can do something with that.”
“But why would I--” Heaven didn't finish the question because Violyt was already strolling toward the opposing blonde.
Over on the Greater Good's side of the ring, Giselle tightened her grip on the tag rope and leaned in over the strands even though LL wasn't even looking in her direction. “Liberty!”she called out. “Let me handle this, I owe her one.”
Unlike Heaven, Lady Liberty didn't dare take her eyes off the Princess of Peaksville. “You certainly do, Giselle.” she agreed. “But I do believe Violyt and I need to have a little chat first.”
Goodheart remained silent yet she offered emphatic agreement nonetheless when she lunged forward and drew Liberty into an aggressive Collar-&-Elbow Tie-Up! The Lady was rocked back a few steps before she set one leg like a kickstand, an act of resistance that seemed to irritate Violyt because she promptly moved one hand from Liberty's shoulder to her chin and puuuuuuuuuuuuuushed her head back at an awkward angle! The crick in her neck was far from pleasant, but Liberty wasn't about to give ground to a weirdo like Violyt Goodheart so she returned the favor in kind and even raised the stakes by grinding the heel of her palm against the other blonde's mouth! The Pink Stranger hissed against the rough treatment but made no effort to stop it. Instead she shifted her pushin' hand up over Liberty's mouth at angle that also allowed her to pinch the blonde's nostrils between thumb and forefinger.
LL didn't care for the smother in the slightest and twisted her head from side to side while simultaneously trying to maneuver the Glittering Enigma into one of the neutral corn--“EEERRRHHHH!”
Goodheart was much more amiable to travel when she was in control of their destination which was why she slipped her free hand into Liberty's hair and YANKED her head back at a painfully sharp angle! The Lady tried to call Craig Long's attention to the infraction despite the muffling palm, thankfully both Giselle and Heaven helped out in this regard. Not that Goodheart had made any effort to hide her chicanery, nor did she heed any warnings from the zebra as she marched Liberty into one of the empty corners.
Continuing the smother and hair-pull even as Long prattled on, Violyt went tummy to tummy with the thrumming do-gooder so she could whisper in Liberty's ear. “I have spent YEARS searching far and wide for someone like the good Princess. We are building something special here and I'll be damned if I let you or any other unimaginative clod ruin our fun. Do you understand me, Liberty?” Relinquishing the HOM smother to deliver another message, Goodheart curled that hand into a claw and squeeeeeeeeeeeeezed Liberty's left breast until Craig reached 'FOUR!' on his count!
Freed from the painful grip and with Violyt busy turning her confusing repartee to Long, the Patriotic Paragon grabbed Goodheart by the shoulders and switched positions, stuffing Violyt into the buckles and rattling her noggin with an American Uppercut, LL’s version of a European. Violyt stood particularly erect from the impact, involuntarily saluting the force with which Liberty delivered.
“Teach her the ways with which we punish those who would prey upon those who enjoy the pleasant glade within which we reside,” the Princess informed.
LL shrugged at Giselle’s words of ‘wisdom’, responding with a utilitarian “OK.”
And when the slumping head of Goodheart returned in range, she buggywhipped the braincase back with the crook of her elbow, BLASTING Violyt with another Yankee-ized European.
With Goodheart on a wobble, Lady Liberty jogged to center stage and U-turned in a sprint toward the Pink Stranger. She hopped to land on Goodheart’s upper legs while lacing her hands around the back of Violyt’s neck, then sent the former indie darling flying through an aerial somersault, the Monkey Flip ending with Violyt THUMPING to the mat on her ass.
Face pinched in pain, Goodheart reflexively reaches for her cheeks to give them a quick massage, when a charging Liberty NAILED her in the lower spine with a Soccer Kick, sending Goodheart’s back arching in pain.
“Starting to understand me, citizen?” the Girl from Anytown USA asked, before stepping in front of the Glittering Enigma and NAILING her in the chin with Side Kick, flattening Goodheart to the canvas.
“I’m here to show these people to be proud of doing things the right way… the American way.”
On the sidelines, Heaven’s body shuddered as she apparently felt a shiver go up and down her spine from the inspiring words. The bubbly blonde couldn't help herself from pumping a fist for her opponent’s success.
Hughes called out to Violyt, encouraging her to reach the makeshift team’s corner to tag out, Heaven understanding why she’s here, fighting the Greater Good, to show GG she could do things the right way too.
Alas, the Pink Stranger’s busy flexing her jaw and looking up in disappointment at LL instead of scurrying for the exit.
“You forget. We’re deep in the Four Sided Forest. Not your precious ‘Merica,” Goodheart replied.
As Violyt pushed toward vertical. Liberty turned and rushed to the ropes, surreptitiously tagged by the Theme Park Monarch when she hit 'em. Rebounding, the Star-Spangled Grappler rolled through her approach and POUNDED Goodheart in the chest with a perfectly-placed Dropkick.
ROLLING THUNDER DROPKICK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=9vrVPjpiUQI
As Liberty kipped to her feet the eagle-eyed Long guided her outside the ropes, Giselle having replaced her patriotic partner, dark eyes showing the focus necessary to defend her realm against the evil interloper.
Having somersaulted to her chest from the force of the double-barreled blast from the other blonde, the Princess of Peaksville seemed instantly energized by the sight of her new antagonist, enough to push to her feet to meet the charging Giselle. The Belle of the Brawl was ready first however and sent a Toe Kick deep into Violyt’s abdomen, doubling her fairy tale foe, a great burst of an exhale escaping the misnamed Goodheart.
The original PG superstar turned from Violyt, grabbing Goodheart’s head over a shoulder in a Three Quarters Facelock. Dipping into a slight crouch, Giselle leapt into a back-flip, landing on her knees and sending Violyt’s spine and the back of her foe’s skull CRASHING to the forest floor with a Shiranui.
SHIRANUI:
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The Magic Kingdom’s royalty crawled to Goodheart and dropped across her foe in a Lateral Press, hooking Violyt’s far leg to put an end to the scourge of the Pink Stranger with a count of…
ONE…
TWO…
Violyt bridged out of the pin, then rose from the arch like some sort of flaxen-haired malevolence emerging from the grave. Goodheart turned to gaze upon the Sovereign of the Four Sided Forest.
“So glad you could finally join me in the brier patch so my guardian angel and I could show you the error of your ways.”
Giselle turned a side-eye to Hughes who raised her hands hands plaintively.
“No…no…no. Not me.”
“She’s so shy with her powers,” Goodheart interrupted. “But we’ll raise our little girl right.”
A hint of fury entered the beatific visage of the Theme Park Monarch and she shot a thunderous Super Kick toward Violyt’s chin Goodheart intercepted a few inches from a disastrous connection. With the lower limb in her possession, the Pink Stranger enjoyed forcing a one-legged bunny-hop from PG before twisting her foe violently to the deck.
DRAGON SCREW:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=XQ7CrpHZPBU
Standing above the wincing Giselle, the brunette grasping at her throbbing limb, Violyt sank a set of nails into the scalp of the Belle of the Brawl whilst grabbing a wrist with the opposite palm to RIP Giselle to her feet. Moving both hands to the wrist, Vioyt spun from her adversary, drawing the limb over her right shoulder and snapping the arm over the ridge.
The Greater Good’s royalty yelped in pain then was promptly sent flipping and sliding across the canvas with a Judo Throw from the former indie darling. To her credit, PG used the momentum to pop to her feet, turn and charge back at the Glittering Enigma, only to have the fairy tale despoiler tack a Dropkick to the Princess’ knee, sending her tumbling over in pain.
DROPKICK TO THE KNEE
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With Giselle left on her backside, the Pink Stranger hit the strands in front of PG and came roaring back at the seated Princess, NAILING her with a Basement Knee Strike, leaving Giselle laid out, semi-conscious at best.
BASEMENT KNEE STRIKE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=O1YQ28Tu_e0
A smirking Violyt dropped beside the spreadeagled Giselle and grabbed her by the cheeks to fish-face the Theme Park Monarch.
“You must survive many more trials than this before you achieve any sort of epiphany. Heed these, the words of the potentate presiding over the Four Sided Forest.”
Having relayed the message to her undiscerning audience, Violyt shoves PG to her chest, climbing atop her opponent. Reaching both arms around her adversary’s head, she sank curled index fingers into the corners of Giselle’s mouth, fish-hooking the lips and pulling them wide into a feral grin, the Princess awakening amidst the pain.
Violyt called out to her heavenly angel.
“You see? Deep down, they really like this. And you shouldn’t be afraid to remind them.”
Goodheart’s far from done, moving the index and middle finger of her right hand to dip into Giselle’s nostrils. The Glittering Enigma YANKED back to draw the Belle of the Brawl’s gaze overhead, Giselle’s dark eyes welling with tears.
Goodheart looked down into them.
“You’ll dream of joining me as we rule the forest of FAWN together.”
“Never!” PG responded between whimpers.
Violyt stepped up the punishment in turn, bashing forearms into the brunette's temples from either side after giving up the grip on Giselle’s beak.
“It’s OK. Everyone has to learn. Even gilded royalty with lofty ideas.”
Goodheart sank her digits into Giselle’s long, lush chocolate locks and SLAMMED her face into the thinly-sheathed floorboards time and time again until the Princess was barely cognizant of her surroundings. A glistening Enigma relented, pushing off the demolished Giselle. She walked nonchalantly to her corner and tagged the shoulder of an aghast Heaven.
“Your turn.”
“But I…”
“I said your turn.”
Hughes slipped through the ropes and circled the ruined Princess.
“But remember,” Goodheart called from the corner. “I administer the final blow. Don’t you dare forget that, sweet Angel.”
A welt-ridden Giselle pushed to hands and knees and Heaven scooped under her arms from behind, lifting the Theme Park Monarch to vertical. She walked the rubbery Belle to the Greater Good corner and leaned her into the buckles so Lady Liberty could make the tag.
“Really?” Violyt groaned. “You return all your gifts, Angel? Such a poor student. I hope you come around soon, so I’m not forced to find someone else. All right. Beat up Miss Red-White-And-Blue at least. Show me something worthwhile you adorable cherub.”
As Lady Liberty carefully maneuvered Giselle through the ropes, Heaven backed away several steps and allowed LL to enter.
“Let’s go,” Heaven said. “I’m ready to show you what I can do in the real world.”
“Every version of the world is real in FAWN I’m afraid,” the Paragon of Patriotism informed.
The two flaxen-haired fighters tie up in a Collar-and-Elbow and Liberty spun Heaven into a tight Side Headlock, the refugee from Golden State Wrestling grunting, pressing her palms to Liberty’s hips.
The Lady shook her head 'no' and wrenched the Headlock a little tighter while stomping in place to put even more pressure on the other blonde's noggin. “You'll have to do better than that, citizNGH! NGH! NGH!”
Heaven did as bade, lighting into Liberty's lower back with a trio of Forearm Smashes that knocked the tangled blondes a few steps closer to the ropes. A second trio begat a strong shove that broke LL's grip and sent her rushing into the ropes straight ahead. Just the tiniest bit off her game after Liberty tried to grow cauliflower in her ears, Heaven didn't have time to prepare an adequate welcome in time for her foe's return so dropped to her belly and let the Lady skip on by en route to the far side of the squared circle. Soon as she was gone Hughes popped to her feet and sprinted in the opposite direction, the Santa Monica Sweetheart picking up more than enough speed to meet her adversary in the middle where they collided shoulder to shoulder, the identical blocks enough to rock each wrestler back on their heels if only for a moment.
Nodding approval at the shorter blonde's show of strength, Lady Liberty cocked her head toward the strands and asked, “Another go, citizen?”
“After you, milady.”
They shot by one another to return to the strands that were still trembling from previous visits. Each woman increased their pace by a great deal and yet it didn't seem to do anything but increase the volume of the THWHUMP when their Shoulderblocks once again failed to take the other off her feet. No question of a third round, they simply broke apart and ran back down the trails they'd so recently established. Liberty coaxed up a little more speed as she returned for the trifecta. Though she had no urge to heap punishment on the young Ms. Hughes, she hoped a sturdy, ring-rattling shot might clear Giselle's head of the ominous fog that'd crept in ever since Violyt retur--“RRRGGGHHHH!”
For all Liberty's noble intentions it was actually Heaven who landed the decisive blow because rather than dish out another Shoulderblock she took to the sky and THWHACKED her heels against the taller blonde's chin! The Lady's head snapped back and the rest of her promptly followed, LL crashing to the deck with an emphatic THUD. Didn't stay there long though, it was only a second or two before she rolled onto her stomach and rose to her kne--“NNNNNGGHHH!” Hughes tagged her with a second Dropkick, this one administered directly to the penitent blonde's chest!
RUNNING BASEMENT DROPKICK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=X3SkIktdHHI
Liberty hit the deck again and this time there was no quick recovery, indeed she was still trying to catch her breath when Heaven scurried into position off her right side. Turning around so she faced away from the flattened do gooder, Hughes threw both hands overhead not in celebration, but to ensure she was good and stretched out before she dipped her knees and peeled off a gorgeous back-flip that brought her SMECKING down across Liberty's chest! The Standing Moonsault sent a shudder through the Girl from Anytown, one strong enough to pop the far leg up for easy collection. Cradle secured, Heaven drew it even tighter when Craig Long swooped in to count off...
STANDING MOONSAULT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=isuON3KH5e4
ONE...
TWO...
Liberty kicked out with a full second to spare, her resilience earning a sigh of relief from Giselle and a nod from Goodheart. Lest the residents of her new domain think their sovereign sorceress not appreciative of all her subjects, Violyt called out to Heaven as she hauled LL off the canvas, “That's fine work, my flaxen-haired familiar! Show that meddler how her precious diplomatic immunity means nothing in the Four Sided Forest.”
Hughes had no idea what to make of Goodheart's... orders? Decrees? Whatever they were, she figured a good solid Body Slam would keep the weirdo off her back so she hooked one arm over Liberty's shoulders and slipped another between her legs so she could scoop her up and—NO!
The Paragon of Patriotism floated over Heaven's shoulder to land on her six in a spot that would've made her a perfect target for the Haymaker Hughes unleashed if she didn't drop into a deep crouch at just the right moment. Stuffing a shoulder into Heaven's tummy even as she slipped that arm between her thighs, Lady Liberty boosted the smaller blonde onto her shoulders in a Fireman's Carry and earned a raucous reaction from the FAWNatics as she began to twirl on the spot. No gradual increase this, LL started fast and only got faster as the Airplane Spin reduced Hughes to a groaning, wriggling blur for the next several seconds. But it ended as quickly as it began, Liberty grinding to a halt so she could toss the Californian from her shoulders to the canvas with a resounding THUD!
AIRPLANE SPIN:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=UF8fAot5UGA
Circling around to her opponent's feet with no sign of the wobbliness usually associated with the aftermath of an Airplane Spin, Liberty claimed one of Heaven's boots in each hand and hoisted her legs off the mat so she could tuck a boot underneath each armpit. From there she clasped her hands, lifted Hughes up just high enough so she could flip her onto her stomach and sit down deep for that most patriotic of submission holds, the Boston Crab!
BOSTON CRAB:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=xHycBptLn4s
“Relent, citizen!” Liberty advised as she craaaaaaaaaaaaaanked back on the spine-contorting hold. “You were put in a difficult position and did your best, but the battle is over!”
Hughes grimaced and shook her head 'no' before grabbing a handful of her own hair in an effort to spread out the pain. She was preparing to tell Craig she wasn't about to tap out when the Princess of Peaksville called out, “Steel your nerves, my Seraphim. The devil's voice is sweet to hear, but she seeks nothing more righteous than her own glory.”
Liberty frowned and hunkered down a little deeper, the sturdy curve of her glutes mere inches from the hollow of Hughes' back. “Don't listen to her, citizen. That madwoman doesn't even know your name. She has no idea what it means to be a true friend to any--”
“She's the liar, Heaven.” Violyt's tone was so clear, so focused that it momentarily drew Hughes' attention away from the pain of the Crab. “She's lying because she's scared. She's scared because she knows I'm already a better friend to Giselle than she'll ever be. I can be your friend too, Heaven. All you have to do is make it to the ropes.”
Heaven Hughes had no idea if she could believe a word out of the Glittering Enigma's mouth, but she did know she had no interest in tapping out in the middle of the ring. Setting her hands against the mat, the trapped grappler let out a groan as she puuuuuuuuuushed her chest and tummy off the mat. Doing so only increased the strain on her spine but it also made it much easier for her to claw and clamber her way toward the edge of the ring. Goodheart never did anything so gauche as stomp the apron or swat the top turnbuckle, she did however keep up a steady stream of encouraging patter until her unlikely partner was able to reach out and grab the bottom-- Lady Liberty stood up and tromped back toward the middle of the squared circle still in possession of the other blonde's straining legs!
“Tuck in, Heaven.” Violyt called as she watched the pained Californian dragged well out of reach. “Tuck in and kick off!”
Far easier said than done considering she'd just had her rally quashed, yet it was still better advice than 'tap out!' so Heaven pushed up a little higher, then tucked her chin and damned if she didn't swing through LL's parted stems half a heartbeat before the do gooder could sit back down! Startled by the other blonde's deft escape from the worst part of the hold, Liberty's surprise caused her to loosen her grip which in turn allowed Heaven to slip a foot free and drive a kick into her chest! The Lady grunted without ceding any real ground until Hughes wrestled her other foot free and sent her backpedaling into the ropes with a heavy Mule Kic--“NNNGGGHHHH!”
Liberty hit the ropes a little too close to the Pink Stranger and Violyt made her pay by driving a nasty Kneelift into the small of her back! The cheap shot didn't knock her off her feet, though the Paragon of Patriotism had to throw her arms over the top rope to keep upright or at least mostly so with her butt sagging against the middle strand. She was about to chasten Goodheart for her cowardly tactics when Heaven rushed in on angelic wings, the little blonde diving between the top and middle ropes to finish in a seat beside her woozy adversary. Hooking her right arm across LL's chest, Hughes snapped back as hard as she could to yank Liberty off the ropes and THWHONK her down flat on her face with a gorgeous Springboard Reverse STO!
SPRINGBOARD REVERSE STO @ 1:01
www.youtube.com/watch?v=-MgoV77bmJc
Heaven somersaulted through her landing while Lady Liberty flopped onto her back, thus ensuing the resurgent Californian was in perfect position to hop into a seat on her foe's chest and hook both legs in a Reverse Matchbook that put those All American buns on display through a count of...
ONE...
TWO...
THRNOOOO!
Liberty pushed her clear at the last second, much to Heaven's disappointment! Violyt on the other hand didn't seem to mind at all, indeed she offered her partner a hearty round of applause as she regained her footing. “Tell me, dear, how's your Monkey Flip game?”
“Pretty good, if I do say so myself.” Hughes answered before she remembered who was asking. “Ummhh, why?”
“Because Susan B. Anthony over there needs to be reminded it's not nice to do unto others. Tag me in. Then show me what you've got.”
Heaven wasn't sure she wanted to participate in any team-building exercises with the Princess of Peaksville, yet Goodheart had helped her endure the Boston Crab so she grabbed LL by the shoulder-straps and peeled her off the mat. A short walk brought her to the corner where she stuffed Liberty against the buckles and tagged Violyt into the fray. Goodheart entered and made a point of CRACKING a Knife-Edge Chop across the Lady's chest, but that was all before she and Hughes moved to center ring.
“Please, allow me.” Violyt took hold of her partner's right wrist. Without waiting for an answer, she stepped back and dropped a shoulder to Irish Whip Heaven back toward the corner they'd just vacated. Using the extra momentum to her advantage, Hughes sprang into a mount on the winded blonde's upper thighs, then laced her hands behind Liberty's head and dropped back to send her flying out of the corner with a gorgeous Monkey Flip. The crowd didn't quite know how to react to Hughes and Goodheart seemingly starting to gel as a unit, but they sure found their voices in a hurry when the Glittering Enigma snatched Liberty's head outta the air and dropped to a seat to PLANT her forehead against the deck with a massive Sit-Out Facebuster! No bouncing on impact for Liberty this time around, she remained stretched out facedown until Violyt rolled her over and sat down on her chest for...
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
The star-spangled grappler showed her Yankee Doodliest fighting spirit, shoving a shoulder off the deck and rolling to her left side, though the effort leaves the blonde with little energy to manage more.
Instead, it placed her right arm readily available. Goodheart grabbed the wrist then stepped over before dropping to her haunches, Liberty’s limb trapped between her folded stems.
“You try to take advantage of my little angel?” Violyt objected. “I suppose I must see how quickly Miss Red-White-And-Blue Bully can scream for Mommy.”
With both palms wrapping around LL’s wrist, the former indie darling wrenched back on the captured arm, the Girl from Anytown yelping in anguish from Goodheart’s back-mounted Armbar.
BACK MOUNTED ARMBAR @ 00:06
www.youtube.com/watch?v=fTstH5MOKpY
Craig dropped to a knee in front of Lady Liberty’s welling baby blues.
“Whaddya say? Tell me to stop it and I will.”
Situated dead center of the ring, it didn't seem LL had much of choice but to quit and fight another day without a dislocated shoulder. However, the overseer of the rope-bordered realm had other ideas, Giselle riding to the rescue, slipping through the cables behind Craig and nailing her foe with a none-too-kosher Dropkick between Violyt’s shoulderblades.
With Liberty’s freedom secured, the Theme Park Monarch snatched a wrist of the startled Pink Stranger. Giselle pulled Goodheart to her feet, twisting the limb of her adversary as she rose. Halving her grip on the wrist, for a grasp higher up the arm, near Violyt’s shoulder, Giselle leapt, tucking her knees against the wing of the Glittering Enigma. She laid out, sending a wicked impact through the wing with a Double Knee Armbreaker.
DOUBLE KNEE ARMBREAKER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=cDslslz2gKs
Violyt spun away, cradling her arm and murmuring, though it oddly seemed good-natured from the peculiar smirk on her face.
“For shame, your highness. You know the rules,” Long instructed. He acted as chaperone, leading PG back to her corner and watching her exit between the ropes.
With the Belle of the Brawl at her proper station, Lady Liberty was only a few feet away from a legal transition and she crawled toward the corner as fast as she could. But a scurrying Goodheart leapt to a straddle of the star-spangled blonde’s lower back, thrusting her backside into the lower vertebrae, flattening the Paragon of Patriotism chest-first to the deck.
Playfully, Violyt grabbed and reached out a limp left arm of the Lady, waggling the hand a few inches from Giselle’s outstretched counterpart, before ripping it away.
“Oh. So close.” Goodheart giggled. “Unfortunately, close only counts in horseshoes and hand grenades. Oh, who am I kidding? I LOVE hand grenades!”
Violyt tugged a wincing Liberty to her feet and shoved blonde to brunette, the Princess tagging her partner’s shoulder and entering judiciously, concerned the Enigma was essentially beckoning her into the magical, canvas-covered glade.
The Greater Good’s leader circled away from home base, orbiting around a grinning Pink Stranger as the blonde rotated.
“Once you understand there can be but one ruler of the Four Sided Forest, all will be well within its confines.” Violyt explained. “And to understand, you must pass the test I’ve devised.”
Goodheart beckoned Giselle to end her bashful circling.
Biting her lower lip, PG dipped and drove with something approaching abandon, scooping the blonde’s left lower limb with a single-leg pick-up. With Goodheart bouncing on the remaining planted stem, the Enigma’s grin still firmly planted, Giselle tried to sweep the opposite leg from beneath Violyt and send the sorceress tumbling to the mat.
When she did, Goodheart nimbly skipped over, remaining upright. The next hop, but a split-second behind, sent a twisting Violyt’s boot THUMPING into Giselle’s right temple courtesy a perfectly-placed Enzugiri!
Freed from the grasp of the soon-to-be deposed ring regent, Violyt watched the Princess stumble away, hand to the side of her aching head. Not allowing any recovery time, Goodheart strode after, staying within PG’s six o’clock, then NAILING the brunette with a Forearm Shiver to the back of Giselle’s skull.
The Theme Park Monarch flailed and fell forward, banging her flawless features into the middle buckle. Dazed, a kneeling Giselle leaned her noggin into the padding, arms resting on the middle ropes on either side.
Little did FAWN’s fairy tale fighter know Violyt backpedaled to the far buckles, banging herself into them to provide the impetus for a charge across the canvas. Showing surprising speed, the Stranger leapt from several feet out, turning herself into a cannonball, CRASHING into PG’s shoulders and THUMPING her foe’s face against the corner once more with her Smiley Facebreaker.
SMILEY FACEBREAKER @ 2:05
www.youtube.com/watch?v=QuRSEDLKtEc
Giselle lolled as she turned from the impact, slumping to a seat on the bottom buckle. She didn't stay there long. Goodheart grabbed a wrist and handful of hair and hauled Giselle to her feet. Keeping the left arm in her control, the blonde swept PG past and folded the captured wing behind her foe in a Hammerlock. Chesting tight to Giselle’s back, pinning the limb in place between, Violyt showed her proclivities for viciousness, curling her fingers and clawing Giselle’s face with her ruby-tipped talons via a reach-around grip.
Giselle howled in agony, blinded by the sweeping set of nails. But the depraved usurper to FAWN’s enchanted storytime was far from done, moving her set of stilettos to Giselle’s royal rack and scoring the brunette’s bosom with another stoke of her fingers.
Even with those welts growing rosy, Violyt played her instrument once more time, dragging her jagged digits across the alabaster tummy of the Belle of the Brawl, again Giselle yelping in anguish as another set of stinging pink trails crossed her frame, all of Violyt’s Warm & Fuzzies applied to the ravaged royal.
Goodheart at last releases her Chickenwing grip, spinning the Princess out to the length of her reach ballroom-style, then tugging her cherished brunette back into a catastrophic Short-Arm Clothesline, nearly decapitating the Disney-adjacent duchess.
With Giselle laid out in a semiconscious starfish, Goodheart turned to her fledgling cherub on the sidelines.
“Spare the rod. Spoil the Princess.” Violyt enlightened her perplexed partner.
The stinging sets of welts woke Giselle from her stupor. She rolled to her chest and pushed to hands and knees. Violyt maneuvered to a stance in the blindspot of the Princess. When the valiant Monarch pushed to her feet, she’s immediately burdened by a brutal backpack in the form of a leaping Enigma as Violyt tucked tight to her foe’s spine and ripped PG off her feet, DESTROYING the Princess with a lethal Lungblower.
LUNGBLOWER @ 7:53
www.youtube.com/watch?v=uLY-_K5GjPA
Goodheart pushed to her feet and strode casually to her corner. She called for Heaven’s hand, Hughes’ dark eyes as wide as saucers. The Santa Monica Sweetheart offered a palm Violyt WHACKED enthusiastically.
“You’ll never have to work a day in your life if you enjoy your job,” the sadistic Stranger assured. “Go out there and enjoy yourself with her.”
The refugee from Golden State Wrestling gulped hard and slipped between the ropes, closing on what’s left of the close compatriot to her much-loved mentor, Colleen O’Neal.
Heaven grabbed a wrist and pulled Giselle up to her haunches then hesitated.
“Well? We’re waiting.” Goodheart calls out from behind.
Hughes offered no reply, the blonde seemingly torn by her circumstances. After another moment she doubled down on the Wristlock and used it to haul the woozy Princess to full verticality. Not that she remained there long mind you, Heaven used that tenacious tether to reel her brunette into a big Kneelift that THWHUMPED Giselle's trim tummy! Another Kneelift clonked PG between the eyes and rocked her back on her heels which made it much easier for Heaven to hook her left arm around the back of the taller wrestler's head. Pivoting toward a neutral set of strands, Heaven raced forward and hopped onto the middle rope just to leap off and land astride her opponent's shoulders! Ankles locked, the blonde twisted her hips and dropped backward to flip Giselle off her feet and onto the deck courtesy a gorgeous Springboard Hurricanrana!
SPRINGBOARD HURRICANRANA:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=NbckUgPb_zo
The E-Ticket Empress rolled through and clambered to her feet only to shamble into an empty corner like some poor dope after one too many Wild Rides. Relieved to anchor herself to something as steady as the ring-post, Princess Giselle turned around and settled in with a sig--THWHACK! Hughes was already closing in and she took to the skies the instant Giselle turned around to ensure there was very little warning before both booted heels crashed into the Do Gooder's chin!
The FAWNatics' response was impressed tinged with concern. It was a very good Dropkick after all, yet they couldn't hold in a groan when Giselle's head snapped back and her already rickety legs gave way entirely. Heaven grimaced right along with them though her expression seemed to soften a great deal as she scrambled to her feet and raced back to the center of the ring. No lollygagging once she arrived, the blonde ingenue whipped through a smooth about-face and hurled herself at the slumped brunette!
“Get out of the way, Giselle!” Lady Liberty shouted from sounded like a million miles away! “You gotta get out of--”
Hughes twisted around and put every bit of her hundred and fifteen pounds into the Hip Check she THWHUMPED against PG's helpless mug! Giselle jolted on impact, then went ominously still a couple heartbeats before Heaven took hold of her ankles and draaaaaaaaaaaaaaagged her out to the middle of the ring. Once there she dropped to all fours, wedged her shoulders into the pits of Giselle's knees and surged forward to stack the Defender of the Realm up on her shoulders in a Matchbook good for the...
CORNER HIP ATTACK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZrulY7rq84c
ONE...
TWO...
THRENOOOOOOOO!
The Red, White, & Blue Bomber dove in from out of left field to bowl Heaven out of the cover with a low-flying Shoulderblock! “C'mon now Liberty, what sort of example is that?” Craig asked the blonde as both she and Heaven rose to their feet.
“I deserve that.” LL admitted as she backed toward her corner with both hands at shoulder level. “But Violyt's growing influence over Ms. Hughes is... troublesome.”
Heaven glanced toward her unlikely partner, half expecting to see the Pink Stranger observing the action with a mocking smile. To her surprise Goodheart looked deadly serious. “You're starting to see it, aren't you my little seraphim? The rules those hypocrites hold so sacrosanct only apply as long as they're in their favor. But the INSTANT you start to win? Suddenly they're breaking them for your own good.”
Hughes couldn't bring herself to admit that Violyt had a point, so instead she snatched hold of Giselle's hair instead of going for her chin or shoulder-straps. Stuffing the Theme Park Monarch's noggin under her left arm, Hughes slung the near arm across her shoulder, then hunkered down to hook PG's left leg behind the knee in a standing cradle. Soon as those hooks were set Heaven got low and popped her hips to take Giselle up, around and down with a Twisting Fisherman's Suplex that THAWHUMPED the Belle of the Brawl down on the back of her head and shoulders! Rather than bridge up on her toes to keep the brunette glued in place (which was tradition not just in the Four Sided Forest but all the realms beyond), Hughes floated over her prey to secure a snug Crossbody with the far leg still hooked tight for...
GOLDEN GATE SWING:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=cGLGZVR16AM
ONE...
TWO...
THRENOOOOOOOO!
Giselle twitched a shoulder off the canvas to escape the Golden Gate Swing with no assistance and while her continued survival was cheered by all the dwellers of the Four Sided Forest there were a great many of them who couldn't help feeling a swell of pity for Heaven when her first taste of pay-per-view victory was snatched away at the last moment.
“Chin up, angel.” Violyt said with surprising sincerity. “The Princess underestimated you and she's paying the price. They ALL underestimated you, so show them the error of their ways.”
Heaven looked confused. “But you said you wanted--”
“And I've changed my mind.” there was ice in Goodheart's reply. “She's hurt. Vulnerable. If you can finish her, you're welcome to do so.”
Hughes didn't much care to take orders from the Princess of Peaksville, but the win was SO close she couldn't help but nod in reply. On the canvas at her feet Giselle let out a low groan and rolled onto all fours so Heaven bent down and cupped her ears. “These aren't ideal circumstances.” she told the Theme Park Monarch as she hauled her to verticality. “And she's hardly the ideal partner, but I'm going to play the hand I was givWHOOOAAAHH!”
Giselle caught Heaven in a Front Facelock from deep in Never Never Land, then hooked her right leg around the blonde's right and tumbled to the canvas to leave Hughes stacked on her shoulders while Craig Long dove in to count off...
ONE...
TWO...
THRNOOOO!
Heaven powered loose from It's a Small Package World and sprang to her feet like someone who wanted another ride right away, only in this case the ride was a sawed-off Clothesline she whipped at Giselle's clavi—NO! PG dipped beneath and whipped around on one heel so she was already charging by the time Hughes managed her own about-face. Twisting around mid-flight to thread her legs around the blonde's waist, Giselle tucked in and-- Heaven wrapped her arms around the Do Gooder's thighs and boosted her high into the air, Giselle arching at such an angle that her back was pressed snug to the Californian's chest. A massive Facebuster seemed inevitable when the Belle of the Brawl conjured the powers of sweetness and light in the form of a Side Headlock that let her wrench her legs loose of Heaven's grasp! Her reversal to a reversal put Giselle back in control as she dropped to her backside and THWHAMMED Hughes' face into the deck courtesy a Wheelbarrow Bulldog!
WHEELBARROW BULLDOG:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=4KYurMczdPc
The concussive collision left Heaven flat on her face, Giselle down on one knee and their respective partners leaning over the top rope in search of a tag.
“To me, Giselle!” Lady Liberty called. “Allow me to take this burden off your hands!”
“Gather your senses, my little cherub.” Violyt called to the downed blonde. “This is no time to let that frivolous pretender rally her forces!”
Both ladies started to move, but it was Giselle who made it to her feet well before Heaven. Granted a clear path to the Paragon of Patriotism, PG started forward only to pause when she heard Goodheart say, “That's right, pretender. Get your ass out of my forest.”
Liberty, who was still cheering the brunette's approach, fell silent when she saw the steely scowl that fell across Giselle's face. “Don't listen to her, Princess! She's trying to mess with your--”
The E-Ticket Empress turned on the spot, raced across the ring and took to the skies with a Dropkick that THWHACKED Violyt square in the mouth! Caught off-guard by the swiftness of Giselle's attack, the Pink Stranger lost her balance and tumbled from the apron to land on the floor with a heavy THUD!
Mounting the second rope so she could glare down at the unnerving usurper, Princess Giselle pointed a judgmental finger down at the blonde and exclaimed, “This is MY realm to defend, Sorceress! I won't let you corrupt it as you have so many befoRNNGGHH!”
Heaven rushed in on her six and drilled a Double Axehandle between her shoulders! “Should've kept your eyes on me, Princess.” Hughes huffed as Giselle returned to the canvas. “That was your last mistNGHH!”
Giselle jabbed a quick Back Elbow into the blonde's mouth, then reached over her right shoulder with both hands to secure a Three Quarters Facelock. From there she 'climbed' up the ropes to float over Heaven's head before dropping to her knees to THAWHAM the rookie to the deck with a Shiranui that matched the one she'd gifted Violyt earlier in the battle!
SHIRANUI
www.youtube.com/watch?v=hTqLlTjht-o
Now the FAWNatics (not to mention Lady Liberty) were shouting at Giselle to make the pin so they were understandably surprised when she helped herself to Heaven's hair and scraped her off the mat. Switching over to a Wristlock without so much as a word, the aggrieved defender of the Four Sided Forest pointed Hughes toward an empty corner and set her off with the stiffest Irish Whip she could muster. Too scrambled from the Shiranui to do much in terms of speed moderation, Heaven did manage to turn around before impact, though this ensured a cringe-inducing BWUUUNG as the top buckle smashed between her shoulders!
Jolted from the corner in the aftermath, Heaven stumbled toward the center of the squared circle but she'd only made it a few steps when Princess Giselle rushed in-- some faint try of her usual ring awareness caused Hughes to pivot and hook her right arm around the brunette's midsection. She'd intended to plant PG with a Sidewalk Slam, alas that's just what Giselle wanted from her adversary and she pushed off the canvas with more than enough 'oomph' to spin her up onto Heaven's right shoulder where she immediately hooked an arm around the Californian's noggin and swung out and around to come down on her butt while poor Heaven was SPIKED forehead-first into the canvas! Bounced onto her back in a boneless sprawl by her ride down Space Mountain, Heaven offered nothing more than a soft groan when Giselle flopped down atop her chest and hooked the far leg for...
SPACE MOUNTAIN:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=z_d8VdeZpEc
ONE...
TWO...
Violyt slid under the bottom rope with mischief on her mind only to get waylaid by a Thesz Press from Lady Liberty that ensured she was trying to block punches when Craig counted...
THREE!
Giselle tossed Heaven's leg aside and Liberty got up from her mount so they could exchange a high five and a hug while the Announcer confirmed, “Ladies and gentlemen, your winner via pin-fall... PRINCESS GISELLE AND LADY LIBERTY!”
Seated against the ropes, the psychotic sorceress looked simultaneously disgusted and amused by both the Announcer's words and the sight of Greater Good celebrating a victory.
She’d seen the denizens of the Four Sided Forest bow to her purview so clearly in the fevered dreams leading up to her journey to the realm. But now, to witness Princess Giselle pronounced its ruler once more left the Glittering Enigma in speechless consternation. There was but only one answer.
Goodheart’s gaze moved away from the Disney-adjacent royalty and her Red-White-and-Blue Warrior mounting corners and rejoicing with the other dwellers of PG’s dominion. It settled on the weakly stirring Heaven, dark eyes still glassy as she rolled to her back and stared blankly at the rafters, slowly realizing victory escaped.
Her view of the rafters was abruptly eclipsed by Violyt’s visage, the Pink Stranger rising and towering over the defeated Hughes. Goodheart glowered at Heaven, enough so Hughes propped on her palms and slowly butt-scooted toward the basking Greater Good side of the Forest.
“Before you make the biggest mistake of your life,” Goodheart said serenely. She reached a hand toward the Santa Monica Sweetheart. “Take it. Stand at my side and you shall be rewarded with more than the tawdry bit of fluff the Princess enjoys tonight.”
Whether the offer sounded enticing or Heaven possessed excellent survival skills, Hughes reached up, placing palm in palm. Violyt tugged the former Golden State grappler to vertical and into an embrace that chilled Heaven far more than the warmth implied. She returned the squeeze from the Pink Stranger. They broke apart but Violyt retained a tight clasp on a hand of the blonde.
As Giselle and Liberty dropped back to the canvas and turned to find their vanquished foes risen, PG called for a microphone and one was delivered post-haste.
“Be gone, sorceress. The pall you placed upon my Forest has been lifted. I hereby exile you to the darkest recesses of the FAWN hinterlands. Heaven. Consider yourself no longer under the contractual servitude Bethany set upon your shoulders. You are under the protection of Liberty, myself and, most importantly, your mentor, the California Angel Colleen O’Neal.”
Hughes could feel the grip tighten around her palm to the point of pain, fingers turning pale from Goodheart’s grip.
“Thank you, but no.” came a soft reply. “Violyt's stood by my side as a partner. She's put her faith in me. Which is more than I can say about either of you. ”
The grasp loosened and Violyt pulled her hand away, moving it to Heaven’s flaxen locks. She stroked the long strands lovingly.
“You see, Princess?” Goodheart asked. “Your high handed arrogance doesn't sit well with your more... independent minded subjects. You call me a monster? You better be prepared to PROVE it because merely SAYING it only--”
“What sort of game are you playing, Goodheart?” Lady Liberty interrupted in a near growl.
Violyt didn't take her eyes off Giselle. “The Princess knows the game, that's all that matters. She knows exactly how to make this stop. But she doesn't want it to stop. Neither do I.”
Giselle was silent for several seconds before shifting her gaze to Goodheart's new ally. “I'll bring you back to the light, Heaven. You have my word.”
“Don't lie to her, Princess. The Four Sided Forest is doomed, but in its place the Blackwood will rise and flourish. When this is all over I will rule everything the Dark touches while you sit obedient at my right hand and my Seraphim sings my praises from the left.”
Gauntlet thrown, the Glittering Enigma steered her baby-faced cherub toward the glade’s exit, Violyt close behind, ceding the Four Sided Forest to its rightful royal…for the time being.
COLONEL BOGEY'S MARCH @ 5:12
www.youtube.com/watch?v=BJepYzH1VUY
The proud Floridians rose not only out of respect for their country but out of excitement at the arrival of a team representing all that’s good AND great with sports entertainment.
Their hearts filled with pride and eyes filled with an athletic, blonde beauty in stars-n-stripes, Lady Liberty emerging from stage right. Flaring spotlights zeroed in on the flaxen-haired hardbody and she smiled without hesitation, blue eyes like sapphires, curls spun from gold. Liberty stood with one foot crossed slightly in front the other, left hand placed upon a curvy hip as she saluted crisply with the right.
LADY LIBERTY
On her sublimely sporty frame she wore the colors of her country. The sports top was white, with a red torch aflame across her bosom; sapphire bikini briefs were decorated with a smattering of stars, her elbow pads a dazzling blue while her boots are a radiant red.
The Girl from Anytown USA carried the colors with obvious pride amidst no irony or cynicism and it’s impossible for the partisan patriots in attendance to not pop with a rocket’s red glare.
Quickly beside her was a fresh-faced brunette who most now tabbed as the emergent leader of the beloved band of three. The ethereal, dark-haired beauty joined Liberty under the cavalcade of cheers.
PRINCESS GISELLE
With the appearance of the Disney-adjacent royalty, GG moved together toward the ring.
The outfit of the Theme Park Monarch was what could only be called FAWNticized Sleeping Beauty gear. In her right hand was a long silver wand.
( www.amiclubwear.com/costume-storybook-jj1-4615sultrysnow.html ) red boots instead of pumps
The Lady carried herself with absolute assurance, an unfaltering confidence that’s spellbinding, with a smile that’s nothing short of heartwarming. She slapped hands with the crowd on her journey down the aisle.
Next to her, PG cheerily interacted with the assembled. Giselle strode to the squared circle, making certain to brandish her magical baton toward her fans, beaming smile melting the hearts of those around her.
Liberty collected a microphone from a nearby attendant and ascended the steel steps. The Princess followed close behind.
Taking turns entering, LL moved to middle, while Giselle loitered around the ropes nearest the hard cam. She raised her wand and shot a cloud of silver glitter into the front rows, delighting the denizens of her realm.
Joining her partner after spreading her shimmering confetti, Giselle accepted the stick from the Paragon of Patriotism, the only dark lining in the silver cloud, the lack of Greater Good’s California Angel, Colleen O’Neal, not accompanying her compatriots to ringside.
“Welcome good sirs and ladies,” the Princess began. “To a land where right is the strongest might and where virtue can still overcome the devils of the darkest corners of the Four Sided Forest. Tonight, my Lady and I know not what wicked this way comes. But with your assistance, we shall prove to be the Greater Good.”
The Belle of the Brawl handed over both microphone and wand to Craig Long as the Announcer made the arrival of tonight’s first team official.
“Tonight’s next match is one fall with a twenty minute time limit. First. From the Magic Kingdom and the Good ole USA, Princess Giselle and Lady Liberty…GREATER GOOD!”
The crowd erupted with a rousing ovation, the treasured duo waving enthusiastically at their supporters while moving to their corner and allowing the zebra to provide his customary pat down.
Giselle and Liberty were in the midst of the aforementioned inspection when the Announcer broke in. “And their opponents! Introducing first, hailing from Santa Monica, California, she stands at five feet two inches tall and weighs in at one hundred and fifteen pounds. She is the Sweetest Sunshine, this is HEAVEN HUGHES!”
Enthusiastic applause greeted the GSW import as she flitted through the curtain in time with an explosion of golden sparks blossoming overhead. The sporty, sun-kissed blonde appeared the perfect billboard for Cali. A beaming Hughes waved to her burgeoning fan-base clad in a black and yellow, zippered Body Glove diving top; similarly-hued and branded boy-cut trunks; her tanned legs and feet bare. Though her first outings on the grand stage of FAWN hadn't produced the victories she'd hoped for, acclaim and interest kept climbing and the stalwart supporters of sweetness and light knew it wouldn't be long before the ingenue followed her idol and mentor Colleen O'Neal to the Main Event.
HEAVEN HUGHES:
Catching the eye of her opponents as she started down the ramp, Heaven offered them a smile and a raised hand as well. The greeting was returned at once, though the careful observer could see mild confusion on all three faces. Hughes wasn't an actual member of the Greater Good, sure. But her close association with Colleen meant they should've been standing on the same side of the squared circle.
“Something seems off about this, Giselle.” Liberty murmured to her partner.
“It does feel like one of Bethany's traps.” the Princess agreed. “You don't think she'd team Heaven with Colleen just to mess with us, do--”
The truth revealed itself in a jaunty, albeit most unwelcome tune that made Lady Liberty's eyes go wide while Giselle's narrowed to determined slots.
CHOKE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=mvJjmWTg7Qo
Stop, drop
And drag me into place
And lock the fire escapes
I'll break your pretty face
Yeah, Yeah
Oh, you clever little things
The sycophantic teens
What a precious basket case
Yeah, Yeah
“And introducing her partner, hailing from Peaksville Ohio, she stands at five feet five inches tall and weighs in at one hundred and twenty-five pounds. She is inscrutable, indecipherable and downright impossible! Please welcome the duly elected ruler of the Four Sided Forest... VIOLYT GOODHEART!”
VIOLYT GOODHEART:
This proclamation was greeted with panic from the lighting system and mystified concern from the crowd, the former achieving full strobe status and the latter not quite sure what to do once the Princess of Peaksville skipped out through the curtains a few moments later.
Coherency was dealt yet another blow by the pair of cannons arranged on either side of the stage, both of which fired off massive clouds of pink and silver glitter at the start of the chorus! From the center of this multicolored maelstrom emerged a surprisingly dainty figure wearing a conical dark blue hat decorated with silver stars and moons. In defense of all those around her, Violyt looked pretty confused too. Or rather, she started out looking that way, but by the time she skipped down to Heaven Hughes she wore the expression of someone subjected to a mildly amusing practical joke.
Taking in the other blonde with a wry smile, she asked, “Let me guess, did Bethany call this a 'golden opportunity'?”
Heaven nodded slowly. “Yeah. Yeah she did.”
“And now you're feeling like you've just been pranked, right? Or set-up to fail just so a bunch of unimaginative assholes can laugh at you?”
“Ummmhhh, really just the first part. Honestly it feels like I'm being punished. Uhh, no offense.”
Violyt snorted with laughter. “None taken. So do I. Oh well, you know what they say. When life gives you lemons, chuck 'em at some idiot's head! C'mon Cherub, we've got work to do!”
Issue seemingly settled, the Glittering Enigma resumed her progress by skipping down the far side of the aisle to clap hands or occasionally pie-face any fan brave or foolish enough to strain in her direction. Upon reaching the foot of the ramp she crossed to the other side and repeated the process all the way back to the top. As for Heaven Hughes, she made her way to the ring like the ramp was made of glass and could only support the smallest bit of weight. Once there she hurried up the ramp and hopped over the ropes before going straight to Craig to see if he knew what the heck was going on.
Back outside, Violyt was heckling a pretzel vendor when she seemed to remember there was a match that needed starting. Turning her attention to the squared circle, she honed in on Princess Giselle, who hadn't moved since the blonde made her arrival. Seemingly forgetting all else once she met Giselle's eye, Violyt offered the Theme Park Monarch a mocking bow, then made a beeline for the ring. For tonight's unexpected adventure, the blonde wore bubble-gum pink trunks with a V-shaped white trim 'belt' and much thinner white trim around the leg holes. Above this was a matching halter-style top with white trim along the neckline and edges. Her pads at knee and elbow were a matching pink, boots were gleaming white while her wrist tape was rainbow patterned. Atop all this she wore a classic white nylon windbreaker with pink trim at the collar and cuffs. It was the back of this windbreaker that offered concrete evidence that all was not as it seemed when it came to the Princess of Peaksville. Sure, the Lisa Frank style portrait of a unicorn flying over a rainbow was perfectly on brand, however the message below advised the reader to ’Eat Sh!t and Die!’ in a disconcertingly cartoonish script.
Doffing the jacket as she hopped onto the apron, Goodheart tossed it to a ringside tech, then slipped through the ropes and scurried over to Heaven who did her very best not to shy away from the other blonde while the ref went through final inspections / instructions.
When the bell sounded it was Lady Liberty who came forward for the Greater Good even though Giselle was still staring a hole through Goodheart. Heaven thought her 'partner' would want to take point against the Good girls so she was more than a little surprised when Violyt smacked her on one shoulder and said, “You've got this, Angel!” and slipped through the strands to the apron.
Hughes frowned and held up a 'someone will be right with you' index finger to Craig. “Hold up, hold up, hold up! First off, the name's Heaven. Second, why aren't you starting for us? You're the one who's got beef with these girls!”
Goodheart regarded her with an expression of mild consternation. “With regards to your first observation, you have my apologies, Paradise. And as for the second observation, that's completely erroneous. All my cattle holdings are in my name, and my name only.”
The California blonde blinked several times, she found being around Goodheart for any length of time resulted in a feeling of mild unreality she didn't much like. “But.... I can't fight either of these girls. They're good! I'm good!”
“Yes, yes, we're all incredibly talented and fortunate to do what we love on a national stage. That's what makes this so fun! Now stop dawdling and go tear Lady Liberty's head off!”
Heaven would do no such thing and meant to tell Goodheart as such, unfortunately the Pink Stranger hopped off the apron and strolled over to the guardrail so she could begin an animated conversation with an old lady sporting a vintage Jeanette Lansdale shirt. Still vaguely convinced she would wake up at any minute, Heaven Hughes rolled her shoulders, turned around and started toward the middle of the squared circle with one hand raised in preemptive apology.
Liberty saw her coming and smiled. “Something on your mind, citizen?” she asked the bumfuzzled blonde.
“Hi, ummmhhh, yeah, listen... I'm with her, but I'm not with her, ya know? I feel like I must've done something to piss Bethany off to land this spot, but I don't know what and I could really use the pay-per-view bonus even if I REALLY don't want to fight either of--”
“We're supposed to be EVIL, Heaven! If that even is your real name!” Violyt was back on the apron and looking mighty perturbed. “What did I tell you about decapitation?”
“You see what I'm dealing with?” Hughes asked Liberty. “It's exhausting!”
“My advice is to ignore her the best you can.” LL replied, not unkindly. “Our respective partners seem drawn to one another in a dangerous game that I cannot condone despite concerns for Giselle's well-being. In the interim I suggest you and I treat this like a well-attended, well-paid sparring session. If we can keep our partners from doing anything too crazy--”
“Why isn't she BLEEDING yet, friend-o?” Violyt complained from the corner.
“Silence your foul mouth, sorceress!” Princess Giselle barked before anyone in the ring could offer a more measured response. “Every sibilant syllable is an execrable curse on this otherwise pristine landscape!”
Now it was Liberty's turn to look abashed. “It seems we both have a daunting task ahead of us tonight, citizen. Shall we make the best of it, then?”
The California girl still didn't feel great about locking up with the Star Spangled Grappler, yet it was much easier to bear than all the spooky coming off Violyt. Offering the other blonde a smile and fist bump, both of which were promptly returned. “Here's to making the best of a weird situation.”
Hughes and Liberty began to circle then, a trio of nimble rotations that grew smaller and smaller until-- Heaven lunged in, looped an arm around Lady's noggin and drew her down into a Side Headlock! She managed to deliver one good squeeze before Liberty slipped loose, caught hold of the smaller blonde's left wrist and wrenched that attached limb through a quick Arm Wringer. Hughes grimaced and hunched over to deal with the strain on her shoulder only to throw herself into a quick forward roll that alleviated the pressure quite nicely. Snatching hold of Liberty's wrist allowed her to return the Arm Wringer with interest, but Freedom's Favorite Fighter answered with an equally swift one-handed cartwheel that freed herself from any more limb wrenching.
Heaven on the other hand got a second taste once LL claimed her left wrist and twisted 'round behind to force it up between Hughes' shoulders with a Hammerlock. “Don't slow down now, citizen.” Lady murmured when Heaven hissed and went up on tiptoe. “I think the two of us were starting to set an excellent pace, wouldn't you--” Heaven reached back with her right hand and palmed the base of Liberty's skull tight enough to wedge the other blonde's chin against the ball of her shoulder. Wary of a Stunner or some other jaw-breaking maneuver, Liberty pulled back as best she could, though this ultimately gave Hughes the 'oomph' she needed to spring skyward and come down on her shoulder and hip with an improvised Snapmare that sent Lady Liberty tumbling across the canvas!
The Patriotic Paragon sprang up at once and took the opportunity to adjust her trunks before offering Heaven a polite little clap. Still clearly flummoxed to find herself as the opposition to a fairy tale princess and a woman decked out in the red, white & blue, Hughes offered the other blonde an uncertain nod and said, “You're pretty good yourself. Ready for round two?”
“Ready for round two?” Goodheart groaned from what Heaven had to remind herself was the friendly side of town. “Do you have ANY idea how to comport yourself like a villain? Flying at half mast, retiring the colors, hell, even a decent Ivan Drago impression would do wonders and you settle for ready for round--”
“Would you be happier taking her spot, Violyt?” Lady Liberty interrupted.
Violyt's attention immediately honed in on the Girl from Everytown, USA. “I have no quarrel with you, patriot. Yet here you are, intruding on the Four Sided Forest when clearly this is a task for the Princess Giselle. Now, if you and California Dreamin' here want to take your leave of my domain, you may do so with the promise of safe passage.”
“I don't need your promises.” Liberty answered with steel in her tone. “The light of freedom guides my way even through the horrible shadows in which you dwell, Violyt Goodheart.”
The Glittering Enigma regarded LL balefully for a moment before turning her ire on Heaven. “See? SHE gets it.” Without waiting for a response Goodheart stepped onto the bottom rope and extended a hand in Hughes' direction.
Heaven looked doubtfully between Violyt and the Lady. She really didn't want to oppose the Greater Good, but her competitive drive chafed at the free pass. In the end she strode over to Goodheart and tagged her into the match. “I'm ummmhhh... here when you need me, I guess.”
The Princess of Peaksville nodded and hopped over the top rope. “I appreciate that. You can start by sharpening your trash talk. You see that pretzel vendor schlubbing his way through the floor seat fans?”
“Yeah. Why?”
“His name's Clark and his girlfriend of two years just dumped him for a beer truck driver named Jeffrey. See if you can do something with that.”
“But why would I--” Heaven didn't finish the question because Violyt was already strolling toward the opposing blonde.
Over on the Greater Good's side of the ring, Giselle tightened her grip on the tag rope and leaned in over the strands even though LL wasn't even looking in her direction. “Liberty!”she called out. “Let me handle this, I owe her one.”
Unlike Heaven, Lady Liberty didn't dare take her eyes off the Princess of Peaksville. “You certainly do, Giselle.” she agreed. “But I do believe Violyt and I need to have a little chat first.”
Goodheart remained silent yet she offered emphatic agreement nonetheless when she lunged forward and drew Liberty into an aggressive Collar-&-Elbow Tie-Up! The Lady was rocked back a few steps before she set one leg like a kickstand, an act of resistance that seemed to irritate Violyt because she promptly moved one hand from Liberty's shoulder to her chin and puuuuuuuuuuuuuushed her head back at an awkward angle! The crick in her neck was far from pleasant, but Liberty wasn't about to give ground to a weirdo like Violyt Goodheart so she returned the favor in kind and even raised the stakes by grinding the heel of her palm against the other blonde's mouth! The Pink Stranger hissed against the rough treatment but made no effort to stop it. Instead she shifted her pushin' hand up over Liberty's mouth at angle that also allowed her to pinch the blonde's nostrils between thumb and forefinger.
LL didn't care for the smother in the slightest and twisted her head from side to side while simultaneously trying to maneuver the Glittering Enigma into one of the neutral corn--“EEERRRHHHH!”
Goodheart was much more amiable to travel when she was in control of their destination which was why she slipped her free hand into Liberty's hair and YANKED her head back at a painfully sharp angle! The Lady tried to call Craig Long's attention to the infraction despite the muffling palm, thankfully both Giselle and Heaven helped out in this regard. Not that Goodheart had made any effort to hide her chicanery, nor did she heed any warnings from the zebra as she marched Liberty into one of the empty corners.
Continuing the smother and hair-pull even as Long prattled on, Violyt went tummy to tummy with the thrumming do-gooder so she could whisper in Liberty's ear. “I have spent YEARS searching far and wide for someone like the good Princess. We are building something special here and I'll be damned if I let you or any other unimaginative clod ruin our fun. Do you understand me, Liberty?” Relinquishing the HOM smother to deliver another message, Goodheart curled that hand into a claw and squeeeeeeeeeeeeezed Liberty's left breast until Craig reached 'FOUR!' on his count!
Freed from the painful grip and with Violyt busy turning her confusing repartee to Long, the Patriotic Paragon grabbed Goodheart by the shoulders and switched positions, stuffing Violyt into the buckles and rattling her noggin with an American Uppercut, LL’s version of a European. Violyt stood particularly erect from the impact, involuntarily saluting the force with which Liberty delivered.
“Teach her the ways with which we punish those who would prey upon those who enjoy the pleasant glade within which we reside,” the Princess informed.
LL shrugged at Giselle’s words of ‘wisdom’, responding with a utilitarian “OK.”
And when the slumping head of Goodheart returned in range, she buggywhipped the braincase back with the crook of her elbow, BLASTING Violyt with another Yankee-ized European.
With Goodheart on a wobble, Lady Liberty jogged to center stage and U-turned in a sprint toward the Pink Stranger. She hopped to land on Goodheart’s upper legs while lacing her hands around the back of Violyt’s neck, then sent the former indie darling flying through an aerial somersault, the Monkey Flip ending with Violyt THUMPING to the mat on her ass.
Face pinched in pain, Goodheart reflexively reaches for her cheeks to give them a quick massage, when a charging Liberty NAILED her in the lower spine with a Soccer Kick, sending Goodheart’s back arching in pain.
“Starting to understand me, citizen?” the Girl from Anytown USA asked, before stepping in front of the Glittering Enigma and NAILING her in the chin with Side Kick, flattening Goodheart to the canvas.
“I’m here to show these people to be proud of doing things the right way… the American way.”
On the sidelines, Heaven’s body shuddered as she apparently felt a shiver go up and down her spine from the inspiring words. The bubbly blonde couldn't help herself from pumping a fist for her opponent’s success.
Hughes called out to Violyt, encouraging her to reach the makeshift team’s corner to tag out, Heaven understanding why she’s here, fighting the Greater Good, to show GG she could do things the right way too.
Alas, the Pink Stranger’s busy flexing her jaw and looking up in disappointment at LL instead of scurrying for the exit.
“You forget. We’re deep in the Four Sided Forest. Not your precious ‘Merica,” Goodheart replied.
As Violyt pushed toward vertical. Liberty turned and rushed to the ropes, surreptitiously tagged by the Theme Park Monarch when she hit 'em. Rebounding, the Star-Spangled Grappler rolled through her approach and POUNDED Goodheart in the chest with a perfectly-placed Dropkick.
ROLLING THUNDER DROPKICK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=9vrVPjpiUQI
As Liberty kipped to her feet the eagle-eyed Long guided her outside the ropes, Giselle having replaced her patriotic partner, dark eyes showing the focus necessary to defend her realm against the evil interloper.
Having somersaulted to her chest from the force of the double-barreled blast from the other blonde, the Princess of Peaksville seemed instantly energized by the sight of her new antagonist, enough to push to her feet to meet the charging Giselle. The Belle of the Brawl was ready first however and sent a Toe Kick deep into Violyt’s abdomen, doubling her fairy tale foe, a great burst of an exhale escaping the misnamed Goodheart.
The original PG superstar turned from Violyt, grabbing Goodheart’s head over a shoulder in a Three Quarters Facelock. Dipping into a slight crouch, Giselle leapt into a back-flip, landing on her knees and sending Violyt’s spine and the back of her foe’s skull CRASHING to the forest floor with a Shiranui.
SHIRANUI:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=uWoVOJtppBc
The Magic Kingdom’s royalty crawled to Goodheart and dropped across her foe in a Lateral Press, hooking Violyt’s far leg to put an end to the scourge of the Pink Stranger with a count of…
ONE…
TWO…
Violyt bridged out of the pin, then rose from the arch like some sort of flaxen-haired malevolence emerging from the grave. Goodheart turned to gaze upon the Sovereign of the Four Sided Forest.
“So glad you could finally join me in the brier patch so my guardian angel and I could show you the error of your ways.”
Giselle turned a side-eye to Hughes who raised her hands hands plaintively.
“No…no…no. Not me.”
“She’s so shy with her powers,” Goodheart interrupted. “But we’ll raise our little girl right.”
A hint of fury entered the beatific visage of the Theme Park Monarch and she shot a thunderous Super Kick toward Violyt’s chin Goodheart intercepted a few inches from a disastrous connection. With the lower limb in her possession, the Pink Stranger enjoyed forcing a one-legged bunny-hop from PG before twisting her foe violently to the deck.
DRAGON SCREW:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=XQ7CrpHZPBU
Standing above the wincing Giselle, the brunette grasping at her throbbing limb, Violyt sank a set of nails into the scalp of the Belle of the Brawl whilst grabbing a wrist with the opposite palm to RIP Giselle to her feet. Moving both hands to the wrist, Vioyt spun from her adversary, drawing the limb over her right shoulder and snapping the arm over the ridge.
The Greater Good’s royalty yelped in pain then was promptly sent flipping and sliding across the canvas with a Judo Throw from the former indie darling. To her credit, PG used the momentum to pop to her feet, turn and charge back at the Glittering Enigma, only to have the fairy tale despoiler tack a Dropkick to the Princess’ knee, sending her tumbling over in pain.
DROPKICK TO THE KNEE
www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZUJRDUFbrys
With Giselle left on her backside, the Pink Stranger hit the strands in front of PG and came roaring back at the seated Princess, NAILING her with a Basement Knee Strike, leaving Giselle laid out, semi-conscious at best.
BASEMENT KNEE STRIKE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=O1YQ28Tu_e0
A smirking Violyt dropped beside the spreadeagled Giselle and grabbed her by the cheeks to fish-face the Theme Park Monarch.
“You must survive many more trials than this before you achieve any sort of epiphany. Heed these, the words of the potentate presiding over the Four Sided Forest.”
Having relayed the message to her undiscerning audience, Violyt shoves PG to her chest, climbing atop her opponent. Reaching both arms around her adversary’s head, she sank curled index fingers into the corners of Giselle’s mouth, fish-hooking the lips and pulling them wide into a feral grin, the Princess awakening amidst the pain.
Violyt called out to her heavenly angel.
“You see? Deep down, they really like this. And you shouldn’t be afraid to remind them.”
Goodheart’s far from done, moving the index and middle finger of her right hand to dip into Giselle’s nostrils. The Glittering Enigma YANKED back to draw the Belle of the Brawl’s gaze overhead, Giselle’s dark eyes welling with tears.
Goodheart looked down into them.
“You’ll dream of joining me as we rule the forest of FAWN together.”
“Never!” PG responded between whimpers.
Violyt stepped up the punishment in turn, bashing forearms into the brunette's temples from either side after giving up the grip on Giselle’s beak.
“It’s OK. Everyone has to learn. Even gilded royalty with lofty ideas.”
Goodheart sank her digits into Giselle’s long, lush chocolate locks and SLAMMED her face into the thinly-sheathed floorboards time and time again until the Princess was barely cognizant of her surroundings. A glistening Enigma relented, pushing off the demolished Giselle. She walked nonchalantly to her corner and tagged the shoulder of an aghast Heaven.
“Your turn.”
“But I…”
“I said your turn.”
Hughes slipped through the ropes and circled the ruined Princess.
“But remember,” Goodheart called from the corner. “I administer the final blow. Don’t you dare forget that, sweet Angel.”
A welt-ridden Giselle pushed to hands and knees and Heaven scooped under her arms from behind, lifting the Theme Park Monarch to vertical. She walked the rubbery Belle to the Greater Good corner and leaned her into the buckles so Lady Liberty could make the tag.
“Really?” Violyt groaned. “You return all your gifts, Angel? Such a poor student. I hope you come around soon, so I’m not forced to find someone else. All right. Beat up Miss Red-White-And-Blue at least. Show me something worthwhile you adorable cherub.”
As Lady Liberty carefully maneuvered Giselle through the ropes, Heaven backed away several steps and allowed LL to enter.
“Let’s go,” Heaven said. “I’m ready to show you what I can do in the real world.”
“Every version of the world is real in FAWN I’m afraid,” the Paragon of Patriotism informed.
The two flaxen-haired fighters tie up in a Collar-and-Elbow and Liberty spun Heaven into a tight Side Headlock, the refugee from Golden State Wrestling grunting, pressing her palms to Liberty’s hips.
The Lady shook her head 'no' and wrenched the Headlock a little tighter while stomping in place to put even more pressure on the other blonde's noggin. “You'll have to do better than that, citizNGH! NGH! NGH!”
Heaven did as bade, lighting into Liberty's lower back with a trio of Forearm Smashes that knocked the tangled blondes a few steps closer to the ropes. A second trio begat a strong shove that broke LL's grip and sent her rushing into the ropes straight ahead. Just the tiniest bit off her game after Liberty tried to grow cauliflower in her ears, Heaven didn't have time to prepare an adequate welcome in time for her foe's return so dropped to her belly and let the Lady skip on by en route to the far side of the squared circle. Soon as she was gone Hughes popped to her feet and sprinted in the opposite direction, the Santa Monica Sweetheart picking up more than enough speed to meet her adversary in the middle where they collided shoulder to shoulder, the identical blocks enough to rock each wrestler back on their heels if only for a moment.
Nodding approval at the shorter blonde's show of strength, Lady Liberty cocked her head toward the strands and asked, “Another go, citizen?”
“After you, milady.”
They shot by one another to return to the strands that were still trembling from previous visits. Each woman increased their pace by a great deal and yet it didn't seem to do anything but increase the volume of the THWHUMP when their Shoulderblocks once again failed to take the other off her feet. No question of a third round, they simply broke apart and ran back down the trails they'd so recently established. Liberty coaxed up a little more speed as she returned for the trifecta. Though she had no urge to heap punishment on the young Ms. Hughes, she hoped a sturdy, ring-rattling shot might clear Giselle's head of the ominous fog that'd crept in ever since Violyt retur--“RRRGGGHHHH!”
For all Liberty's noble intentions it was actually Heaven who landed the decisive blow because rather than dish out another Shoulderblock she took to the sky and THWHACKED her heels against the taller blonde's chin! The Lady's head snapped back and the rest of her promptly followed, LL crashing to the deck with an emphatic THUD. Didn't stay there long though, it was only a second or two before she rolled onto her stomach and rose to her kne--“NNNNNGGHHH!” Hughes tagged her with a second Dropkick, this one administered directly to the penitent blonde's chest!
RUNNING BASEMENT DROPKICK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=X3SkIktdHHI
Liberty hit the deck again and this time there was no quick recovery, indeed she was still trying to catch her breath when Heaven scurried into position off her right side. Turning around so she faced away from the flattened do gooder, Hughes threw both hands overhead not in celebration, but to ensure she was good and stretched out before she dipped her knees and peeled off a gorgeous back-flip that brought her SMECKING down across Liberty's chest! The Standing Moonsault sent a shudder through the Girl from Anytown, one strong enough to pop the far leg up for easy collection. Cradle secured, Heaven drew it even tighter when Craig Long swooped in to count off...
STANDING MOONSAULT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=isuON3KH5e4
ONE...
TWO...
Liberty kicked out with a full second to spare, her resilience earning a sigh of relief from Giselle and a nod from Goodheart. Lest the residents of her new domain think their sovereign sorceress not appreciative of all her subjects, Violyt called out to Heaven as she hauled LL off the canvas, “That's fine work, my flaxen-haired familiar! Show that meddler how her precious diplomatic immunity means nothing in the Four Sided Forest.”
Hughes had no idea what to make of Goodheart's... orders? Decrees? Whatever they were, she figured a good solid Body Slam would keep the weirdo off her back so she hooked one arm over Liberty's shoulders and slipped another between her legs so she could scoop her up and—NO!
The Paragon of Patriotism floated over Heaven's shoulder to land on her six in a spot that would've made her a perfect target for the Haymaker Hughes unleashed if she didn't drop into a deep crouch at just the right moment. Stuffing a shoulder into Heaven's tummy even as she slipped that arm between her thighs, Lady Liberty boosted the smaller blonde onto her shoulders in a Fireman's Carry and earned a raucous reaction from the FAWNatics as she began to twirl on the spot. No gradual increase this, LL started fast and only got faster as the Airplane Spin reduced Hughes to a groaning, wriggling blur for the next several seconds. But it ended as quickly as it began, Liberty grinding to a halt so she could toss the Californian from her shoulders to the canvas with a resounding THUD!
AIRPLANE SPIN:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=UF8fAot5UGA
Circling around to her opponent's feet with no sign of the wobbliness usually associated with the aftermath of an Airplane Spin, Liberty claimed one of Heaven's boots in each hand and hoisted her legs off the mat so she could tuck a boot underneath each armpit. From there she clasped her hands, lifted Hughes up just high enough so she could flip her onto her stomach and sit down deep for that most patriotic of submission holds, the Boston Crab!
BOSTON CRAB:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=xHycBptLn4s
“Relent, citizen!” Liberty advised as she craaaaaaaaaaaaaanked back on the spine-contorting hold. “You were put in a difficult position and did your best, but the battle is over!”
Hughes grimaced and shook her head 'no' before grabbing a handful of her own hair in an effort to spread out the pain. She was preparing to tell Craig she wasn't about to tap out when the Princess of Peaksville called out, “Steel your nerves, my Seraphim. The devil's voice is sweet to hear, but she seeks nothing more righteous than her own glory.”
Liberty frowned and hunkered down a little deeper, the sturdy curve of her glutes mere inches from the hollow of Hughes' back. “Don't listen to her, citizen. That madwoman doesn't even know your name. She has no idea what it means to be a true friend to any--”
“She's the liar, Heaven.” Violyt's tone was so clear, so focused that it momentarily drew Hughes' attention away from the pain of the Crab. “She's lying because she's scared. She's scared because she knows I'm already a better friend to Giselle than she'll ever be. I can be your friend too, Heaven. All you have to do is make it to the ropes.”
Heaven Hughes had no idea if she could believe a word out of the Glittering Enigma's mouth, but she did know she had no interest in tapping out in the middle of the ring. Setting her hands against the mat, the trapped grappler let out a groan as she puuuuuuuuuushed her chest and tummy off the mat. Doing so only increased the strain on her spine but it also made it much easier for her to claw and clamber her way toward the edge of the ring. Goodheart never did anything so gauche as stomp the apron or swat the top turnbuckle, she did however keep up a steady stream of encouraging patter until her unlikely partner was able to reach out and grab the bottom-- Lady Liberty stood up and tromped back toward the middle of the squared circle still in possession of the other blonde's straining legs!
“Tuck in, Heaven.” Violyt called as she watched the pained Californian dragged well out of reach. “Tuck in and kick off!”
Far easier said than done considering she'd just had her rally quashed, yet it was still better advice than 'tap out!' so Heaven pushed up a little higher, then tucked her chin and damned if she didn't swing through LL's parted stems half a heartbeat before the do gooder could sit back down! Startled by the other blonde's deft escape from the worst part of the hold, Liberty's surprise caused her to loosen her grip which in turn allowed Heaven to slip a foot free and drive a kick into her chest! The Lady grunted without ceding any real ground until Hughes wrestled her other foot free and sent her backpedaling into the ropes with a heavy Mule Kic--“NNNGGGHHHH!”
Liberty hit the ropes a little too close to the Pink Stranger and Violyt made her pay by driving a nasty Kneelift into the small of her back! The cheap shot didn't knock her off her feet, though the Paragon of Patriotism had to throw her arms over the top rope to keep upright or at least mostly so with her butt sagging against the middle strand. She was about to chasten Goodheart for her cowardly tactics when Heaven rushed in on angelic wings, the little blonde diving between the top and middle ropes to finish in a seat beside her woozy adversary. Hooking her right arm across LL's chest, Hughes snapped back as hard as she could to yank Liberty off the ropes and THWHONK her down flat on her face with a gorgeous Springboard Reverse STO!
SPRINGBOARD REVERSE STO @ 1:01
www.youtube.com/watch?v=-MgoV77bmJc
Heaven somersaulted through her landing while Lady Liberty flopped onto her back, thus ensuing the resurgent Californian was in perfect position to hop into a seat on her foe's chest and hook both legs in a Reverse Matchbook that put those All American buns on display through a count of...
ONE...
TWO...
THRNOOOO!
Liberty pushed her clear at the last second, much to Heaven's disappointment! Violyt on the other hand didn't seem to mind at all, indeed she offered her partner a hearty round of applause as she regained her footing. “Tell me, dear, how's your Monkey Flip game?”
“Pretty good, if I do say so myself.” Hughes answered before she remembered who was asking. “Ummhh, why?”
“Because Susan B. Anthony over there needs to be reminded it's not nice to do unto others. Tag me in. Then show me what you've got.”
Heaven wasn't sure she wanted to participate in any team-building exercises with the Princess of Peaksville, yet Goodheart had helped her endure the Boston Crab so she grabbed LL by the shoulder-straps and peeled her off the mat. A short walk brought her to the corner where she stuffed Liberty against the buckles and tagged Violyt into the fray. Goodheart entered and made a point of CRACKING a Knife-Edge Chop across the Lady's chest, but that was all before she and Hughes moved to center ring.
“Please, allow me.” Violyt took hold of her partner's right wrist. Without waiting for an answer, she stepped back and dropped a shoulder to Irish Whip Heaven back toward the corner they'd just vacated. Using the extra momentum to her advantage, Hughes sprang into a mount on the winded blonde's upper thighs, then laced her hands behind Liberty's head and dropped back to send her flying out of the corner with a gorgeous Monkey Flip. The crowd didn't quite know how to react to Hughes and Goodheart seemingly starting to gel as a unit, but they sure found their voices in a hurry when the Glittering Enigma snatched Liberty's head outta the air and dropped to a seat to PLANT her forehead against the deck with a massive Sit-Out Facebuster! No bouncing on impact for Liberty this time around, she remained stretched out facedown until Violyt rolled her over and sat down on her chest for...
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
The star-spangled grappler showed her Yankee Doodliest fighting spirit, shoving a shoulder off the deck and rolling to her left side, though the effort leaves the blonde with little energy to manage more.
Instead, it placed her right arm readily available. Goodheart grabbed the wrist then stepped over before dropping to her haunches, Liberty’s limb trapped between her folded stems.
“You try to take advantage of my little angel?” Violyt objected. “I suppose I must see how quickly Miss Red-White-And-Blue Bully can scream for Mommy.”
With both palms wrapping around LL’s wrist, the former indie darling wrenched back on the captured arm, the Girl from Anytown yelping in anguish from Goodheart’s back-mounted Armbar.
BACK MOUNTED ARMBAR @ 00:06
www.youtube.com/watch?v=fTstH5MOKpY
Craig dropped to a knee in front of Lady Liberty’s welling baby blues.
“Whaddya say? Tell me to stop it and I will.”
Situated dead center of the ring, it didn't seem LL had much of choice but to quit and fight another day without a dislocated shoulder. However, the overseer of the rope-bordered realm had other ideas, Giselle riding to the rescue, slipping through the cables behind Craig and nailing her foe with a none-too-kosher Dropkick between Violyt’s shoulderblades.
With Liberty’s freedom secured, the Theme Park Monarch snatched a wrist of the startled Pink Stranger. Giselle pulled Goodheart to her feet, twisting the limb of her adversary as she rose. Halving her grip on the wrist, for a grasp higher up the arm, near Violyt’s shoulder, Giselle leapt, tucking her knees against the wing of the Glittering Enigma. She laid out, sending a wicked impact through the wing with a Double Knee Armbreaker.
DOUBLE KNEE ARMBREAKER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=cDslslz2gKs
Violyt spun away, cradling her arm and murmuring, though it oddly seemed good-natured from the peculiar smirk on her face.
“For shame, your highness. You know the rules,” Long instructed. He acted as chaperone, leading PG back to her corner and watching her exit between the ropes.
With the Belle of the Brawl at her proper station, Lady Liberty was only a few feet away from a legal transition and she crawled toward the corner as fast as she could. But a scurrying Goodheart leapt to a straddle of the star-spangled blonde’s lower back, thrusting her backside into the lower vertebrae, flattening the Paragon of Patriotism chest-first to the deck.
Playfully, Violyt grabbed and reached out a limp left arm of the Lady, waggling the hand a few inches from Giselle’s outstretched counterpart, before ripping it away.
“Oh. So close.” Goodheart giggled. “Unfortunately, close only counts in horseshoes and hand grenades. Oh, who am I kidding? I LOVE hand grenades!”
Violyt tugged a wincing Liberty to her feet and shoved blonde to brunette, the Princess tagging her partner’s shoulder and entering judiciously, concerned the Enigma was essentially beckoning her into the magical, canvas-covered glade.
The Greater Good’s leader circled away from home base, orbiting around a grinning Pink Stranger as the blonde rotated.
“Once you understand there can be but one ruler of the Four Sided Forest, all will be well within its confines.” Violyt explained. “And to understand, you must pass the test I’ve devised.”
Goodheart beckoned Giselle to end her bashful circling.
Biting her lower lip, PG dipped and drove with something approaching abandon, scooping the blonde’s left lower limb with a single-leg pick-up. With Goodheart bouncing on the remaining planted stem, the Enigma’s grin still firmly planted, Giselle tried to sweep the opposite leg from beneath Violyt and send the sorceress tumbling to the mat.
When she did, Goodheart nimbly skipped over, remaining upright. The next hop, but a split-second behind, sent a twisting Violyt’s boot THUMPING into Giselle’s right temple courtesy a perfectly-placed Enzugiri!
Freed from the grasp of the soon-to-be deposed ring regent, Violyt watched the Princess stumble away, hand to the side of her aching head. Not allowing any recovery time, Goodheart strode after, staying within PG’s six o’clock, then NAILING the brunette with a Forearm Shiver to the back of Giselle’s skull.
The Theme Park Monarch flailed and fell forward, banging her flawless features into the middle buckle. Dazed, a kneeling Giselle leaned her noggin into the padding, arms resting on the middle ropes on either side.
Little did FAWN’s fairy tale fighter know Violyt backpedaled to the far buckles, banging herself into them to provide the impetus for a charge across the canvas. Showing surprising speed, the Stranger leapt from several feet out, turning herself into a cannonball, CRASHING into PG’s shoulders and THUMPING her foe’s face against the corner once more with her Smiley Facebreaker.
SMILEY FACEBREAKER @ 2:05
www.youtube.com/watch?v=QuRSEDLKtEc
Giselle lolled as she turned from the impact, slumping to a seat on the bottom buckle. She didn't stay there long. Goodheart grabbed a wrist and handful of hair and hauled Giselle to her feet. Keeping the left arm in her control, the blonde swept PG past and folded the captured wing behind her foe in a Hammerlock. Chesting tight to Giselle’s back, pinning the limb in place between, Violyt showed her proclivities for viciousness, curling her fingers and clawing Giselle’s face with her ruby-tipped talons via a reach-around grip.
Giselle howled in agony, blinded by the sweeping set of nails. But the depraved usurper to FAWN’s enchanted storytime was far from done, moving her set of stilettos to Giselle’s royal rack and scoring the brunette’s bosom with another stoke of her fingers.
Even with those welts growing rosy, Violyt played her instrument once more time, dragging her jagged digits across the alabaster tummy of the Belle of the Brawl, again Giselle yelping in anguish as another set of stinging pink trails crossed her frame, all of Violyt’s Warm & Fuzzies applied to the ravaged royal.
Goodheart at last releases her Chickenwing grip, spinning the Princess out to the length of her reach ballroom-style, then tugging her cherished brunette back into a catastrophic Short-Arm Clothesline, nearly decapitating the Disney-adjacent duchess.
With Giselle laid out in a semiconscious starfish, Goodheart turned to her fledgling cherub on the sidelines.
“Spare the rod. Spoil the Princess.” Violyt enlightened her perplexed partner.
The stinging sets of welts woke Giselle from her stupor. She rolled to her chest and pushed to hands and knees. Violyt maneuvered to a stance in the blindspot of the Princess. When the valiant Monarch pushed to her feet, she’s immediately burdened by a brutal backpack in the form of a leaping Enigma as Violyt tucked tight to her foe’s spine and ripped PG off her feet, DESTROYING the Princess with a lethal Lungblower.
LUNGBLOWER @ 7:53
www.youtube.com/watch?v=uLY-_K5GjPA
Goodheart pushed to her feet and strode casually to her corner. She called for Heaven’s hand, Hughes’ dark eyes as wide as saucers. The Santa Monica Sweetheart offered a palm Violyt WHACKED enthusiastically.
“You’ll never have to work a day in your life if you enjoy your job,” the sadistic Stranger assured. “Go out there and enjoy yourself with her.”
The refugee from Golden State Wrestling gulped hard and slipped between the ropes, closing on what’s left of the close compatriot to her much-loved mentor, Colleen O’Neal.
Heaven grabbed a wrist and pulled Giselle up to her haunches then hesitated.
“Well? We’re waiting.” Goodheart calls out from behind.
Hughes offered no reply, the blonde seemingly torn by her circumstances. After another moment she doubled down on the Wristlock and used it to haul the woozy Princess to full verticality. Not that she remained there long mind you, Heaven used that tenacious tether to reel her brunette into a big Kneelift that THWHUMPED Giselle's trim tummy! Another Kneelift clonked PG between the eyes and rocked her back on her heels which made it much easier for Heaven to hook her left arm around the back of the taller wrestler's head. Pivoting toward a neutral set of strands, Heaven raced forward and hopped onto the middle rope just to leap off and land astride her opponent's shoulders! Ankles locked, the blonde twisted her hips and dropped backward to flip Giselle off her feet and onto the deck courtesy a gorgeous Springboard Hurricanrana!
SPRINGBOARD HURRICANRANA:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=NbckUgPb_zo
The E-Ticket Empress rolled through and clambered to her feet only to shamble into an empty corner like some poor dope after one too many Wild Rides. Relieved to anchor herself to something as steady as the ring-post, Princess Giselle turned around and settled in with a sig--THWHACK! Hughes was already closing in and she took to the skies the instant Giselle turned around to ensure there was very little warning before both booted heels crashed into the Do Gooder's chin!
The FAWNatics' response was impressed tinged with concern. It was a very good Dropkick after all, yet they couldn't hold in a groan when Giselle's head snapped back and her already rickety legs gave way entirely. Heaven grimaced right along with them though her expression seemed to soften a great deal as she scrambled to her feet and raced back to the center of the ring. No lollygagging once she arrived, the blonde ingenue whipped through a smooth about-face and hurled herself at the slumped brunette!
“Get out of the way, Giselle!” Lady Liberty shouted from sounded like a million miles away! “You gotta get out of--”
Hughes twisted around and put every bit of her hundred and fifteen pounds into the Hip Check she THWHUMPED against PG's helpless mug! Giselle jolted on impact, then went ominously still a couple heartbeats before Heaven took hold of her ankles and draaaaaaaaaaaaaaagged her out to the middle of the ring. Once there she dropped to all fours, wedged her shoulders into the pits of Giselle's knees and surged forward to stack the Defender of the Realm up on her shoulders in a Matchbook good for the...
CORNER HIP ATTACK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZrulY7rq84c
ONE...
TWO...
THRENOOOOOOOO!
The Red, White, & Blue Bomber dove in from out of left field to bowl Heaven out of the cover with a low-flying Shoulderblock! “C'mon now Liberty, what sort of example is that?” Craig asked the blonde as both she and Heaven rose to their feet.
“I deserve that.” LL admitted as she backed toward her corner with both hands at shoulder level. “But Violyt's growing influence over Ms. Hughes is... troublesome.”
Heaven glanced toward her unlikely partner, half expecting to see the Pink Stranger observing the action with a mocking smile. To her surprise Goodheart looked deadly serious. “You're starting to see it, aren't you my little seraphim? The rules those hypocrites hold so sacrosanct only apply as long as they're in their favor. But the INSTANT you start to win? Suddenly they're breaking them for your own good.”
Hughes couldn't bring herself to admit that Violyt had a point, so instead she snatched hold of Giselle's hair instead of going for her chin or shoulder-straps. Stuffing the Theme Park Monarch's noggin under her left arm, Hughes slung the near arm across her shoulder, then hunkered down to hook PG's left leg behind the knee in a standing cradle. Soon as those hooks were set Heaven got low and popped her hips to take Giselle up, around and down with a Twisting Fisherman's Suplex that THAWHUMPED the Belle of the Brawl down on the back of her head and shoulders! Rather than bridge up on her toes to keep the brunette glued in place (which was tradition not just in the Four Sided Forest but all the realms beyond), Hughes floated over her prey to secure a snug Crossbody with the far leg still hooked tight for...
GOLDEN GATE SWING:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=cGLGZVR16AM
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TWO...
THRENOOOOOOOO!
Giselle twitched a shoulder off the canvas to escape the Golden Gate Swing with no assistance and while her continued survival was cheered by all the dwellers of the Four Sided Forest there were a great many of them who couldn't help feeling a swell of pity for Heaven when her first taste of pay-per-view victory was snatched away at the last moment.
“Chin up, angel.” Violyt said with surprising sincerity. “The Princess underestimated you and she's paying the price. They ALL underestimated you, so show them the error of their ways.”
Heaven looked confused. “But you said you wanted--”
“And I've changed my mind.” there was ice in Goodheart's reply. “She's hurt. Vulnerable. If you can finish her, you're welcome to do so.”
Hughes didn't much care to take orders from the Princess of Peaksville, but the win was SO close she couldn't help but nod in reply. On the canvas at her feet Giselle let out a low groan and rolled onto all fours so Heaven bent down and cupped her ears. “These aren't ideal circumstances.” she told the Theme Park Monarch as she hauled her to verticality. “And she's hardly the ideal partner, but I'm going to play the hand I was givWHOOOAAAHH!”
Giselle caught Heaven in a Front Facelock from deep in Never Never Land, then hooked her right leg around the blonde's right and tumbled to the canvas to leave Hughes stacked on her shoulders while Craig Long dove in to count off...
ONE...
TWO...
THRNOOOO!
Heaven powered loose from It's a Small Package World and sprang to her feet like someone who wanted another ride right away, only in this case the ride was a sawed-off Clothesline she whipped at Giselle's clavi—NO! PG dipped beneath and whipped around on one heel so she was already charging by the time Hughes managed her own about-face. Twisting around mid-flight to thread her legs around the blonde's waist, Giselle tucked in and-- Heaven wrapped her arms around the Do Gooder's thighs and boosted her high into the air, Giselle arching at such an angle that her back was pressed snug to the Californian's chest. A massive Facebuster seemed inevitable when the Belle of the Brawl conjured the powers of sweetness and light in the form of a Side Headlock that let her wrench her legs loose of Heaven's grasp! Her reversal to a reversal put Giselle back in control as she dropped to her backside and THWHAMMED Hughes' face into the deck courtesy a Wheelbarrow Bulldog!
WHEELBARROW BULLDOG:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=4KYurMczdPc
The concussive collision left Heaven flat on her face, Giselle down on one knee and their respective partners leaning over the top rope in search of a tag.
“To me, Giselle!” Lady Liberty called. “Allow me to take this burden off your hands!”
“Gather your senses, my little cherub.” Violyt called to the downed blonde. “This is no time to let that frivolous pretender rally her forces!”
Both ladies started to move, but it was Giselle who made it to her feet well before Heaven. Granted a clear path to the Paragon of Patriotism, PG started forward only to pause when she heard Goodheart say, “That's right, pretender. Get your ass out of my forest.”
Liberty, who was still cheering the brunette's approach, fell silent when she saw the steely scowl that fell across Giselle's face. “Don't listen to her, Princess! She's trying to mess with your--”
The E-Ticket Empress turned on the spot, raced across the ring and took to the skies with a Dropkick that THWHACKED Violyt square in the mouth! Caught off-guard by the swiftness of Giselle's attack, the Pink Stranger lost her balance and tumbled from the apron to land on the floor with a heavy THUD!
Mounting the second rope so she could glare down at the unnerving usurper, Princess Giselle pointed a judgmental finger down at the blonde and exclaimed, “This is MY realm to defend, Sorceress! I won't let you corrupt it as you have so many befoRNNGGHH!”
Heaven rushed in on her six and drilled a Double Axehandle between her shoulders! “Should've kept your eyes on me, Princess.” Hughes huffed as Giselle returned to the canvas. “That was your last mistNGHH!”
Giselle jabbed a quick Back Elbow into the blonde's mouth, then reached over her right shoulder with both hands to secure a Three Quarters Facelock. From there she 'climbed' up the ropes to float over Heaven's head before dropping to her knees to THAWHAM the rookie to the deck with a Shiranui that matched the one she'd gifted Violyt earlier in the battle!
SHIRANUI
www.youtube.com/watch?v=hTqLlTjht-o
Now the FAWNatics (not to mention Lady Liberty) were shouting at Giselle to make the pin so they were understandably surprised when she helped herself to Heaven's hair and scraped her off the mat. Switching over to a Wristlock without so much as a word, the aggrieved defender of the Four Sided Forest pointed Hughes toward an empty corner and set her off with the stiffest Irish Whip she could muster. Too scrambled from the Shiranui to do much in terms of speed moderation, Heaven did manage to turn around before impact, though this ensured a cringe-inducing BWUUUNG as the top buckle smashed between her shoulders!
Jolted from the corner in the aftermath, Heaven stumbled toward the center of the squared circle but she'd only made it a few steps when Princess Giselle rushed in-- some faint try of her usual ring awareness caused Hughes to pivot and hook her right arm around the brunette's midsection. She'd intended to plant PG with a Sidewalk Slam, alas that's just what Giselle wanted from her adversary and she pushed off the canvas with more than enough 'oomph' to spin her up onto Heaven's right shoulder where she immediately hooked an arm around the Californian's noggin and swung out and around to come down on her butt while poor Heaven was SPIKED forehead-first into the canvas! Bounced onto her back in a boneless sprawl by her ride down Space Mountain, Heaven offered nothing more than a soft groan when Giselle flopped down atop her chest and hooked the far leg for...
SPACE MOUNTAIN:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=z_d8VdeZpEc
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TWO...
Violyt slid under the bottom rope with mischief on her mind only to get waylaid by a Thesz Press from Lady Liberty that ensured she was trying to block punches when Craig counted...
THREE!
Giselle tossed Heaven's leg aside and Liberty got up from her mount so they could exchange a high five and a hug while the Announcer confirmed, “Ladies and gentlemen, your winner via pin-fall... PRINCESS GISELLE AND LADY LIBERTY!”
Seated against the ropes, the psychotic sorceress looked simultaneously disgusted and amused by both the Announcer's words and the sight of Greater Good celebrating a victory.
She’d seen the denizens of the Four Sided Forest bow to her purview so clearly in the fevered dreams leading up to her journey to the realm. But now, to witness Princess Giselle pronounced its ruler once more left the Glittering Enigma in speechless consternation. There was but only one answer.
Goodheart’s gaze moved away from the Disney-adjacent royalty and her Red-White-and-Blue Warrior mounting corners and rejoicing with the other dwellers of PG’s dominion. It settled on the weakly stirring Heaven, dark eyes still glassy as she rolled to her back and stared blankly at the rafters, slowly realizing victory escaped.
Her view of the rafters was abruptly eclipsed by Violyt’s visage, the Pink Stranger rising and towering over the defeated Hughes. Goodheart glowered at Heaven, enough so Hughes propped on her palms and slowly butt-scooted toward the basking Greater Good side of the Forest.
“Before you make the biggest mistake of your life,” Goodheart said serenely. She reached a hand toward the Santa Monica Sweetheart. “Take it. Stand at my side and you shall be rewarded with more than the tawdry bit of fluff the Princess enjoys tonight.”
Whether the offer sounded enticing or Heaven possessed excellent survival skills, Hughes reached up, placing palm in palm. Violyt tugged the former Golden State grappler to vertical and into an embrace that chilled Heaven far more than the warmth implied. She returned the squeeze from the Pink Stranger. They broke apart but Violyt retained a tight clasp on a hand of the blonde.
As Giselle and Liberty dropped back to the canvas and turned to find their vanquished foes risen, PG called for a microphone and one was delivered post-haste.
“Be gone, sorceress. The pall you placed upon my Forest has been lifted. I hereby exile you to the darkest recesses of the FAWN hinterlands. Heaven. Consider yourself no longer under the contractual servitude Bethany set upon your shoulders. You are under the protection of Liberty, myself and, most importantly, your mentor, the California Angel Colleen O’Neal.”
Hughes could feel the grip tighten around her palm to the point of pain, fingers turning pale from Goodheart’s grip.
“Thank you, but no.” came a soft reply. “Violyt's stood by my side as a partner. She's put her faith in me. Which is more than I can say about either of you. ”
The grasp loosened and Violyt pulled her hand away, moving it to Heaven’s flaxen locks. She stroked the long strands lovingly.
“You see, Princess?” Goodheart asked. “Your high handed arrogance doesn't sit well with your more... independent minded subjects. You call me a monster? You better be prepared to PROVE it because merely SAYING it only--”
“What sort of game are you playing, Goodheart?” Lady Liberty interrupted in a near growl.
Violyt didn't take her eyes off Giselle. “The Princess knows the game, that's all that matters. She knows exactly how to make this stop. But she doesn't want it to stop. Neither do I.”
Giselle was silent for several seconds before shifting her gaze to Goodheart's new ally. “I'll bring you back to the light, Heaven. You have my word.”
“Don't lie to her, Princess. The Four Sided Forest is doomed, but in its place the Blackwood will rise and flourish. When this is all over I will rule everything the Dark touches while you sit obedient at my right hand and my Seraphim sings my praises from the left.”
Gauntlet thrown, the Glittering Enigma steered her baby-faced cherub toward the glade’s exit, Violyt close behind, ceding the Four Sided Forest to its rightful royal…for the time being.