Post by hawkeye on May 8, 2023 0:32:51 GMT
Coming up next was a first-time match-up of strong personalities; fresh off winning a two-month-long tournament in The Jungle, The Northern Coalition earned their chance at big-time gold! Some fans thought the eclectic group of rookies might be the perfect answer for Psy Ops combination of brutality and cold psychology. Others think this’ll be a squash match for the ages. Whatever the outcome, it began to take form when the FAWNtron screen went stark white, and a rubber stamp slammed down, leaving an imprint of the Canadian flag in red ink. A baritone-heavy men’s choir sang, “OOOHHHHH, CAAAAANNNAADAAAA!!”
The screen went black as the speakers pumped out the classic rock anthem ‘Black Betty' by Ram Jam, white silhouettes of one woman powerbombing another flew back and forth across the screen. When the bombee hit the ground, the world became a fever dream of interweaving colours before resetting to black. The pale shadows switching to a different slam variation to summon the melting kaleidoscope.
Striding out of the curtains came a trio of newer hires from the Great White North with very contrasting styles and dispositions; one of them being a tall, strong, young Black woman with long dark hair in delightful curls named Olunike Waite who stood with hands on hips and wearing a stern, inscrutable expression. With slightly squinting eyes, she measured the ring, mentally going over whatever offence the champions may open with. The Canadian Destroyer’s ring togs were conservative by FAWN standards and represents her straightforward mindset and rural background.
A one-piece with a two-button collar simulating a stereotypical farmer’s outfit; an unbuttoned V-neck that stopped just before the cleavage of her perfectly proportioned 34Bs, the top half of her gear coloured red, brown and white in a flannel pattern. A texture and colour change from the waist down created a faux denim daisy dukes substitute, complete with belt loops her thumbs hooking into the ones sewn at her sides. Two shot glasses were pressed tightly between her ring and forefinger in her right hand, and a third was clutched in her left. Her ring boots were designed after her favourite pair of boots for working around the farm
OLUNIKE WAITE:
On Olunike’s left was the coalition’s manager, sister wrestler, and Dungeon Master for their roleplaying games, Hazeema McMurray. The DM&M happily threw Northern Coalition shirts and hats into the raving crowd, always trying to drum up fan support even just before a match. Hazeema’s doing her duty as manager tonight, being in her soul sisters’ corner for moral support and helpful advice and watching for shenanigans from their opponents. Hazeema stood dressed for business and pleasure in a red silk blouse unbuttoned halfway down and let her mountainous cleavage breathe, showing a hint of her entirely unnecessary push-up bra. A brown silk skirt hugged her shelf of an ass and ended just past mid-thigh, leaving her tan legs uncovered as the eye traveled to her fashionable, strappy sandals, Hazeema’s rib-length dark hair parts into pigtails with short braids that swung in the air as she skipped back to her team. They finished handing out free swag, the only object remaining a bottle of Gus n’ Brew whiskey and the glasses.
HAZEEMA MCMURRAY:
Hyping up fans on the right side of the stage stood Olunike’s other best friend, stablemate and partner for the night, La Sombra. The Mexi-Canadian Luchadora pumped her fists in tune with the beat of Waite’s theme song. Unlike the team's powerhouse, Olunike Waite, La Sombra looked at the untamed territory of FAWN with an alluring yet mischievous smile, eyes full of mirth... and a face painted like a Día de Los Muertos sugar skull.
LA SOMBRA:
THE LAUGHING SKULL:
The newest generation of La Familia de Sombras struck the perfect medium between her partners in physicality. Olunike was a tall, slender, hardbody type, while Hazeema was short and curvaceous. La Sombra had the body and subtle muscle movements of a gymnast while blessed with a bounty of bosom and buns. Taut and firm, rippling with power, yet a distinctly feminine figure.
The Canadian luchadora wore tight red pants whose legs consisted of a very sheer, imperial red mesh that showed off her chiseled legs. The mesh connected to barn red leather bikini bottoms decorated with black metal buttons around the waist and leg holes. Covering her ample breasts was a bikini top in the same style as her bottoms, the top half of her breast puffing over the edge of the fabric. Overtop those holy hills, but under the cups was a sleeved crop top made of the same material as the pant legs. Fringed red boots with a white maple leaf on each heel capped her look off.
Hazeema took each of her clients by the hand, “Gold! Gold! Gold! That’s the only thing I want in your heads until you hear that closing bell and we’re announced as the new Tag Team Champions!”
La Sombra gave her busty bestie a side hug, bouncing in place in excitement, “They got NO idea what we’re bringing!”
Olunike nodded, her expression almost imperceptibly happier than a moment ago. “They don’t want the lumber. Let’s do this.” The multicultural team made their way down the ramp, Hazeema and La Sombra eagerly greeting fans along the way while Olunike slapped a hand now and then out of politeness.
“FROM LETTERKENNY, ONTARIO, CANADA! STANDING AT 171cm AND 157cm RESPECTIVELY AND WEIGHING IN AT A COMBINED 115kgs! ACCOMPANIED BY HAZEEMA MCMURRAY, OLUNIKE WAITE AND LA SOMBRA…. THE NORTHERN COALITION!!!”
Before the tall drinks of Esker entered the ring, Waite placed the three shot glasses she’d been carrying on the apron’s edge while McMurray opened up the whiskey to pour themselves a drink. Each woman taking a shot in hand, they tapped the bottom of the glasses against the ring twice before knocking ‘em back to rowdy cheers! Olunike and Sombra handed their glasses to McMurray, who headed over to the commentator’s table to talk up The Northern Coalition’s wrestling acumen to the viewers (much to Buck’s delight). Olunike and La Sombra slid into the squared circle and exchanged friendly but professional greetings with the official.
PSY OPS:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=V5z63Bi_d1I
The challengers were still checking things over with Al Carpenter when the Spring Break mood was hit with a crippling buzzkill in the form of slow, plinking piano notes. Delight gave way to disgust as words dripped from the speakers.
With your feet in the air and your head on the ground
Try this trick and spin it, yeah
Your head will collapse but there's nothing in it
And you'll ask yourself
Where is my mind?
Where is my mind?
Everyone was still jeering wholeheartedly when the curtain was brushed aside and the new order of things came into view. Becky Clayton and Celia Blassenville emerged side by side, the career rivals transformed into an alliance that'd seen them take the Tag Division by storm. The former Howling Commandos greeted their traitorous leader with dismay, disgust and disappointment, the cacophony of their collective distress even louder than the love they'd heaped upon the challengers.
BECKY CLAYTON:
CELIA BLASSENVILLE:
Becky Clayton didn't give a single damn about what they thought, as evidenced by the 'what're ya gonna do about it?' smirk on her face as she undid the belt around her waist and raised it overhead This resulted in another round of jeers but the occasional cheer and whistle could be heard, the more salacious element among the FAWNatics happy to cheer Clayton now that she'd embraced Celia's unorthodox approach. And you couldn't really blame them, considering her battle gear. For tonight's exercise against escapees from a Red Green sketch she wore a cold gray, black & blue version of her formerly standard green & brown camouflage two-piece. The tie-sided bottoms were the same as was the ladder / double helix of lycra that ran from the top of her waistband all the way to the southern border of her low-cut sports bra. The look was completed with flat black pads, black boots and a few wraps of matte black wrist-tape. Also worth noting? Clayton's dark brown locks, which usually hung free or pulled back in a simple ponytail were now drawn back in the snug French Braid Celia had favored for years.
Beside her, the Mistress of Puppets wore a gleaming black lycra one-piece with long ‘sleeves’ that were comprised of a pair of thin ebon bands that wound around her arms, ending just above the wrists. Her ensemble finished with matching knee-pads and gleaming white wrestling boots, while her long copper-colored hair was collected in the aforementioned French Braid. While Clayton hoisted her prize for all to see, Blassenville treated hers as nothing more than an accessory, or perhaps a small but vital piece of equipment in her latest experiment. Indeed she seemed far more interested in Bex's reaction to the crowd (and vice versa) than the women waiting in the ring. After a moment she leaned over to Clayton and murmured something in her ear.
Bex snorted, rolled her eyes. “You worry to much, Doc. These chumps? No fit to guard Canadian Alcatraz. And that place runs on the honor system.” Assertion complete, she started down the ramp and Celia fell into place a few steps behind.
They were halfway to the squared circle when the Announcer called, “And introducing their opponents. Hailing from Denver, Colorado and New Cannan, Louisiana respectively, weighing in at a combined total of two-hundred and eighty pounds, they are the reigning and defending FAWN Tag Team Champions... BECKY CLAYTON AND CELIA BLASSENVILLE!”
This brought a fresh round of jeers, which only caused Clayton to raise her gold a little higher. Completely ignoring the fans on the aisle, Clayton and Blassenville tromped up the steel steps and slipped through the ropes to lay claim to the center of the ring just while the Coalition kept a wary eue on the both of 'em. Swinging around to face the hard camera, Clayton showed off the gold for all the losers at home while Celia trained her attention on the two white mice seeking to make their way through the maze in search of the golden prizes waiting at the center. Celia thought them perfectly suitable candidates, though she didn't much like their odds. Or them, for that matter.
Both teams were still in the midst of strategic discussions when the bell CLANGED but the decisions came immediately thereafter with Olunike starting for the challengers and Becky starting for the champions. Waite made quick progress to the center of the squared circle, the usually stoic battler seemingly eager to test her mettle against a former FAWN World Champion. And Clayton certainly didn't make her wait long, apparently Olunike's unbroken eye contact during Psy Ops' arrival had put her squarely at the top of the Peacemaker's list.
Never once slowing her pace as she closed on Waite, Bex chested up on the smaller wrestler hard enough to knock her back a couple steps only to find herself suffering the same fate when Olunike immediately returned the favor! Nose to nose with the other powerhouse as the crowd egged them on, Clayton offered Waite a hard smile and said, “You're gonna wish you'd downed some more liquid courage by the time this is over, honeybunch. We're going to run right through you maple-sucking idiots.”
Olunike replied with a smile of her own and ground her forehead against Clayton's. “I don't need any additional courage to deal with a bully like you, Clayton.” she muttered. “But perhaps if you ask me real nice, I'll leave the bottle behind in exchange for the gold we taNGH!”
Bex drew back just enough to THWHUMP a Headbutt into the bridge of the challenger's nose! Waite staggered without going down so the One Woman Army slapped her on general principle, then slipped one arm over her shoulder and the other between her thighs. Just like that she scooped the Canadian onto her shoulder and tossed her down with enough force to make Olunike bounce a couple inches when she THWHUMPED against the mat!
The shiver that ran through the ring must've convinced Becky that her foe would stay down for at least a heartbeat or two because she raised one foot with the intention of planting it atop Waite's chest but the brunette rolled clear and sprang to verticality before Clayton could even make contact. “Tuff girl, huh?” Becky taunted. “Well then let's see what you've NNGGHH!”
Olunike did just that with a retaliatory Headbutt between the eyes before following up with an equally emphatic Body Slam! Clayton bounced to a seat and would've been on her feet in no time if Waite hadn't palmed her shoulders and forced her back down before dropping to one knee to THUNK the bony joint against the champion's forehead. That simple blunt force trauma ensured Bex wasn't concerned with getting up right away so Waite straightened up, whipped around and ran the ropes to build up a suitably strong head of steam before she leapt into the lights and kicked both legs forward to drop the left one squarely across Clayton's che-- Becky rolled out of the way, leaving Waite to THUMP down tailbone-first atop the thinly-sheathed plywood! With the Ontario native wincing in the aftermath of that unpleasant landing, the Camouflage Crusher hurled herself into the strands and came back promptly to THWHACK the heel of her right boot into the bridge of Olunike's nose!
BASEMENT BIG BOOT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=MV71IrTQFDg
Waite went down, sat back up and was promptly stretched out flat courtesy a double handful of hair from Bex that bashed the back of her noggin against the mat. “Keep out of her hair, Bex!” Al warned even as Clayton stood up and turned toward a second trip to the ropes. “You know better than that!”
Becky paid him no mind, she just bounced off the ropes, sprinted back and took to the skies to come THWHAPPING down atop Olunike's chest with a Big Splash! Waite groaned but neither leg kicked up so Clayton took it upon herself to hook the far one while the ref swooped in to count...
BIG SPLASH:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=_1v6zkfMU_I
ONE...
Olunike kicked out and sat up to earn a raucous round of applause from the FAWNatics and her fellow Coalition members! “Thu... thinking you can dispatch me so quickly is the height of arrogance, Clayton.” the challenger muttered. “And I mean to see that you pay for such behavior tonAAAAAARRRRRHHHHHH!” Swinging around to a crouch behind her adversary, Clayton pressed her palms to Olunike's skull and brazenly gouged her fingers into the other wrestler's eyes!
“Cut that shit out right now!” Carpenter ordered over the protesting of the crowd.
Bex nodded with apparent sincerity only to switch over to a three fingered fishhook on either side of the Canadian's mouth! The ref wasn't going to tolerate that sort of sass so he started a count, unfortunately that only prompted the champ to replace one fishhook with a nostril hook that had Olunike wailing until Carpenter reached 'FOUR!'
Becky released at once and raised her hands to shoulder level to confirm her compliance. Lest you think this some show of respect from the reigning Queen of the Madhouse, she quickly flattened her hands out and made a show of wiping them off on the seat of Waite's one-piece before CLAPPING those cheeks with a hard smack!
“For fuck's sake, Carpenter, stop your whining.” Becky huffed as she filled her hands with Olunike's hair. “Doesn't Castle make you idiots watch match film for homework or something? Because if you've been paying any attention you'd know this asshole loves to fight. Here, I'll prove it.”
Hauling Waite to her feet, Clayton lowered a shoulder and planted it in the challenger's midriff. In the same instant she boosted her up onto her shoulder like a sack of laundry, then pivoted toward the challenger's corner and took off at top speed! La Sombra saw them coming and hopped off the apron to avoid any possible cheap-shot but she needn't have worried because Becky just BWUUUNGED her burden spine-first into the top two turnbuckles! Olunike draped her arms over the top rope to ensure continued verticality, however this meant she was otherwise defenseless when Becky took her by the chin and tipped her head back just to CRAAACK her across the cheek with a scathing Bitch Slap!
“You gonna make the tag, farm girl?” Clayton asked as she backpedaled toward the middle of the ring with her arms stretched wide. “Not that I'm tired of slapping you around, but Sombra might actually have a chance to make this a fight.”
Cheek still alight with the flame of that slap, Waite set both feet and pulled herself out of the corner. She would've charged the BFG right then and there if La Sombra hadn't hopped back onto the apron and raised a questioning hand. “Not just yet.” Olunike answered after a glance at her friend. “That woman needs to be punched in the mouth before I tag out.”
The Laughing Skull nodded understanding, though she still looked rather pensive as Waite tromped out to face the former World Champion.
“Hungry for more, are you?” Bex scoffed. “Figures. You farm-fresh types never know when you're out--”
Olunike flashed out a straight right that would've caromed off the brunette's chin if she hadn't pulled her head to the side at the last second! Always happy to respond with violence, Clayton lashed out with a Haymaker of her own only for Waite to dip low and throw a stiff left-right-left combo into her foe's tummy! Becky grunted, snatched Olunike by the nape of the neck and held her in place long enough to THWHAP a heavy Overhand Forearm Smash across the challenger's shoulders. The challenger should've collapsed to one knee, instead she straightened up in a flash and THUMPED Clayton across the chest with a clubbing Forearm Smash of her own! Bex soaked it up with a grimace and cocked an arm to--CRAAACK!
No honorable donnybrook this, Bex put Olunike's head on a swivel with her second Bitch Slap in as many minutes.
“Don't look so offended, tuff girl.” the brunette chided in the face of Waite's furious 'how dare you?!' eyes. “You're not ready for closed hands with me. You may think you are, but HHHRRRGGHHH!”
Olunike snatched a handful of hair, jerked Becky's head forward and lit into her with no less than half a dozen shots right to the hairline! The One Woman Army snarled in distress but made no effort to escape. Rather she balled both hands into fists and set to work tenderizing the challenger's ribs! Waite bared her teeth in a hard smile as she gouged her knuckles across the other woman's forehead. “C'mon, is that all you've got? You know I want to take that gold, right?”
Fisticuffs intensified on both sides but it was Olunike's repeated shots to the dome that had Clayton tromping backward into the ropes even as Al tried to convince his charges to open their hands. Eventually Bex touched the rubber-coated steel and she demanded, “Get this bitch out of my haRRRHH!”
Olunike used the hair-grip to wrench Becky's head back and CRAAACKED her across the mouth with a Bitch Slap that earned wild roars from the capacity crowd! Becky snarled and lunged off the strands only to be forced back by Al who took his life in his hands stepping between the two powerhouses. “More where that came from, brat.” Waite explained with her arms outstretched in mockery of Clayton's earlier posing. “You want it? All you have to do is stop hiding in the roRRRGGGHH!” Seeing she had a clear shot over Al's back, Bex made to fire off a Haymaker only to jab her thumb into Waite's right eye instead! Squirming free of the ref as the challenger stumbled away, Clayton pounded Olunike across the back of the neck, then spun her around and put shoulder to tummy to muscle the Canadian off her feet once more.
Last time she'd delivered Waite to the Coalition's side of town, now she turned around and raced in the opposite direction to BWUUUNG Olunike against the buckles with a Shoulderblock-cum-Spear! And whereas La Sombra had requested her partner's permission for a tag, Celia Blassenville extended no such courtesy before slapping Clayton's shoulder to enter the fray.
“Hold her still, Rebecca. You know I enjoy engaging with unconventional patients.” The soldier silently nodded in affirmation while keeping Olunike pinned against the turnbuckles with another gut-churning Shoulderblock. Ceila ran to the middle of the ring and U-turned into a sprint to the occupied corner; she lifted her long, muscular leg mid-stride and her boot flew past Clayton’s bowed back to leave a boot print on the Canadian’s face. On the Coalition side of the ring, La Sombra and Hazeema on the outside winced at the sight of their powerhouse’s head violently whipping back. Hazeema slapped the apron with both hands, “Ref! Double teaming, this ain’t street hockey!”
Algernon’s already on the case and ushered Becky out of the ring, who obeyed with a condescending smirk, while Celia took a bobble-headed Waite by the opening of her one-piece and hoisted the Destroyer into a seat on the top buckle like she was a Lightweight. The Temptress curled her right arm under Olunike’s chin and palmed the back of the farmer’s head, then laid her left arm across Olunike’s jawline and across her cheek to interlace her fingers. Cravate completed, Celia cranked Olunike’s neck at an uncomfortable angle as she tried to apply enough pressure to turn the Canuck’s head into a diamond. “Your group, particularly yourself, appear very dedicated to this ‘salt of the earth’ persona despite spending most of your time in cities.” The champion analyzes over the challenger’s gurgles of pain. “Perhaps you suffer from a variant of Sociophobia?”
“Miss Blassenville,” Ref. Carpenter interrupted the unprompted therapy session, “Can you break the hold, please?” he asked politely, pointing at Olunike’s hand shaking the top rope to get his attention. Celia agreed without taking her eyes off her new patient, “Very well.” The dominating doctor heaved Olunike off the top buckle into a front flip; dropping into a seat to increase the power of the throw, Celia slammed Olunike into the canvas with a THUDD! that echoed throughout the arena.
CRAVATE-O-CLASM
www.youtube.com/watch?v=LmAjcU3-WDI
Blassenville casually leaned over Waite’s fluttering tummy to snag her right leg by the knee and hooked it deep as she covered the challenger in a snug Back Press Pin.
ONE…
Olunike kicked out with authority, wrenching her leg out of Celia’s grasp and turning onto her elbows to prevent another pin. Celia observed this and made a noise in her throat of acknowledgment but not approval. She rose to her feet, leaned down, worked her hands into Olunike’s hair and pulled on those curls till Waite’s on her knees and wincing.
“Nnf!”
Ceila bit the inside of her cheek to stifle a grunt as the Coalitionite uppercutted her solar plexus with what feels like a fist made of stone. The Lady of Letterkenny's arms became a blur as she salt and peppered Celia's abs and kidneys with a bevy of punches that doubled the doctor over. The official’s about to get on Olunike’s case when she pushed to her feet and took the Temptress in a Gutwrench. The challenger showed off the the strength she gained by throwing barley bales to the crowd by flipping the biggest woman in the ring onto her shoulders and teaching Celia some respect with a falling Powerbomb!
FALLING POWERBOMB:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=p-0uuUS4CfA
Lying on the mat, Blassenville grimaced and shook her head, clearing her mind to reassess her new patient’s abilities. Olunike pushed to her feet, “Why do you high-class degens have to make everything so complicated?” She seized Blassenville by the hands and pulled the Super Destroyer to her feet, then yanked Blassenville into a Headbutt to the heart. “It’s like algebra… why you gotta put numbers and letters together? Why can’t you just go fuck yourself?”
There’s a wobble in the redhead’s legs and a small groan from her lips that had her partner Clayton slightly anxious… The One Woman Army barked from the Psy Ops corner and slapped the buckle, “Get serious, Celia!” Olunike grabbed the big woman by the wrist and bicep, took a big step and Irish Whipped Blassenville into the cables. Celia’s gait seemed steady, and she hit the ropes with her back, rebounding back to the Canuck fast, ring echoing with the booming steps of her boots. Olunike planted her feet and looked to chop down her redwood of an opponent with a Knife-Edge Chop but the blade of Waite’s hand missed its target by a ponytail hair; Celia ducked in time to avoid the chop and skidded behind the Canuck. Olunike whirled around and lunged for the sadist just to find her hands taken in a Test of Strength; Celia pushed Olunike back a couple of steps before the challenger steeled up and halted the progression. The stalemate disappeared as soon as it’s set, The Crimson Cagliostro uses their tethers to spin Olunike and pull her back against Celia’s front, crossing the farmgirl’s arms tight against her belly. With the subtlest flex of her buttocks, Celia lifted Waite up and over, dropping the challenger on her neck and shoulders and putting her knees by her ears. The psychologist maintained the bridge, pointing Waite’s steel buns to lights as she went for a pinfall. Celia turned her head to look at her partner as Ref. Carpenter made their defence official.
“I’m always serious, Rebecca.”
STRAIGHTJACKET GERMAN SUPLEX
i.imgur.com/VfTEEZK.mp4
ONE…
TWNOOO!
Olunike powered out of the cover into a hands-free headstand and toppled onto her front. Celia rolled to a knee as Becky loudly questioned the referee’s honour, and Hazeema hyped up her client, “That’s great, Olly! Now get over, it’s time for a tag!” Olunike’s of a similar mind and tried in vain to beat Blassenville to standing to head to the Northern corner(officially and directionally); just as she’s rising out of a crouch, Waite’s bullied into the ropes by the sadistic shrink and doubled over with a Broadside Kneelift. Celia continued her therapizing as she pulled Olunike into a face-purpling Headscissors, making the challenger the envy of many a fan who’s offered the doctor ludicrous amounts of money for the same opportunity.
“Given your vocabulary and esoteric manner of speaking, you’re not unintelligent.” Celia bent over pressing against Waite’s back, applying the snuggest of Bear Hugs and trapping Waite’s arms against her sides. “Are you lowering the perception of yourself to lower people’s expectations? Atychiphobia takes many forms.” Celia straightened up, framing her beautiful face with Olunike’s ebony stems and made a trek around the perimeter of the ring, bopping Olunike in the back of the skull every few steps. She stayed well out of reach for a tag as she passed Becky, calling out, “I’ll be with you in a moment.” The soldier rolled her eyes and impatiently bounced her boot on the buckle. Back in the ring, the Crimson Cagliostro had shown off her prey to three-fourths of the arena while letting the blood rush to Olunike’s brain; she stopped to face the challenger’s corner and take stock of the Canadian team. The pigtailed Hazeema was in an adorable frenzy; yelling for Olunike to slip out, smacking the apron, bouncing up and down on the spot providing an intense distraction for the announcers and the front row with the motions of her mountains. La Sombra, however, seemed... serene? The luchadora just smiled pleasantly at the large woman who had her squirming partner in a precarious position.
“You’re surprisingly calm considering I’m about to destroy your chance at Tag Team gold and more than likely render your partner inactive for a month.” On that dreadful prophecy Blassenville hops into the air and stuck her legs out. The doctor landed safely on her rear while Waite’s cranium was driven into the mat like a lawn dart. A shudder flowed through the Canadian before she teetered into a heap between Blassenville’s splayed legs, the darkly riveting redhead rising while maintaining cold eye contact with La Sombra seeing no change in the painted lady’s expression. “Do you feel relief at your impeding loss even at the expense of your partner? Achievemephobia can feel like self-preservation.”
Celia backpedaled into the ropes and pointed at Becky, readying her partner for an coming tag. As the Temptress recoiled into a jog, La Sobra shook her head cooing, “No.” Celia leapt into the air and stretched out for a Splash- and gets caught by a surging Olunike! On her feet in the blink of an eye, The toughest Lady in Letterkenny had the wrongfooted therapist across her shoulders in a Fireman’s Carry and ripped into an Airplane Spin as swift as the propeller on The de Havilland Beaver!
“I just know a Pilderiver is like a fresh cup of Timmy’s for Olunike.”
After twenty blinding fast revolutions, Olunike backed up closer to her corner, shockingly showing no signs of dizziness unlike the softly groaning Celia, and splattered the champ with a Samoan Drop.
SAMOAN DROP:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=LUHpy5ye4Xg
Waite disrespectfully backrolled over the middle of her human pillow into a seat within tagging distance of La Sombra, which she did hastily.
“The big gal’s a talker,” Olunike reached up and slapped palms the with her Mexi-Canadian soul sister.
La Sombra chuckled as she launched into a perch on top of the post. “Therapists often need therapy.” The Luchadora jumped into the air and gracefully arced into a legs up/spine down at the apex of her jump, the high flying portion of The Coalition falling like a piano on Blassenville’s abs!
DIVING SENTON
youtu.be/YLXcYtaN8P4?t=70
All of the redhead’s long limbs flailed up as a hoarse cry erupted from Celia’s lips from the 56kg dropping on her middle! Sombra easily wrangled both of the champ’s legs behind the knee and pulled the stems deep for a pin, sheepishly beckoning the camera closer so it could zoom in on Celia’s glutes as she handed The Northern Coalition their gold.
The camera did indeed zoom in, thus ensuring the folks at home had an excellent view of Blassenville glued to the mat for a count of...
ONE...
TWO...
THRNOOOO!
Becky was halfway across the ring with a Double Axehandle raised overhead when the Temptress kicked loose without assistance. Olunike, Hazeema and Al all called out Clayton's encroachment at once with the latter quickly shooing Bex back to her corner. She went without complaint, though the flinty look she locked on Waite suggested she wasn't even sort of finished with the Toughest Lady in Letterkenny.
As for La Sombra, she was far too preoccupied scraping Blassenville off the deck to heed any distractions already covered by the rest of the Coalition. Setting the redhead on her feet with a hefty handful of shoulder-straps, La Sombra turned around and captured Blassenville's nefarious noggin in a Three Quarters Facelock she wrenched to one side as repayment for the Cravate Olunike had endured earlier. Celia grimaced, pounded a heavy shot into the luchadora's ribs and promptly reloaded for a second but La Sombra put a stop to that by yanking the Destroyer's head down while shooting her own knee up, the face-painted beauty THWHONKING Celia's forehead with a huge Kneelift! The Crimson Cagliostro staggered without going down so La Sombra wrenched her hold once more and delivered two more Kneelifts, the last of which brought Blassenville to all fours.
CRAVATE W/ HIGH KNEE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=uWeoGF4u4WM
Mildly irritated at the prospect of lugging the powerhouse back to her feet once again, La Sombra was simultaneously relieved and concerned when Celia huffed and rose to one knee like she meant to be vertical within a matter of heartbeats. Blassenville being upright of her own accord definitely wasn't part of the challenger's plan so she braced her left foot against Celia's posted thigh and boosted herself up high enough to THWHACK a stiff Enzugiri across the side of her champ's skull! Blassenville whipped around with the impact, landed flat on her stomach and made it to all fours even as La Sombra was scrambling to boot-leather.
STEP-UP ENZUGIRI:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=ycEzYU6_O5w
Bound and determined to make the Destroyer stay down for more than a moment, the Laughing Skull delivered a single Soccer Kick to Blassenville's ribs, then whipped around and ran the ropes with a palpable sense of urgency. Bearing down on her target shortly thereafter, La Sombra took flight and leaned back with her knees drawn up against her chest to bring every bit of her fifty-six kilograms down on the small of Celia's back in a huge Senton! Blassenville crumpled under the attack, rolled over and sat-up THWHACK! La Sombra stapled a Basement Super Kick to the redhead's chin, then pounced on her with a miniature Splash and hooked the far leg for...
RUNNING SENTON:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=PkAMyJy9c9c
ONE...
TWO...
THRNOOOO!
The Temptress fought out, though La Sombra was relieved to realize she'd twisted onto one side like a normal person and not sat up showing no ill effects from the accumulated head trauma.
“You're wearing her down, Lucia!” McMurray confidently proclaimed as she pounded the apron with her palms. “Keep at it and you'll have gold around your waist before the night's over!”
Olunike offered similar assurances. “She's not fast enough to keep up with you. Just stick and move and--”
“I'd tag out as fast I could, asshole.” Becky interrupted from the Psy Ops side of the ring. Scowling, the luchadora helped herself to a double handful of Celia's braid and started hauling her upright while turning a baleful glare on the former World Champion. Clayton didn't seem to mind at all. “Yeah, you think you're doing good now, don't ya? So did Lily Burlingame until the Doc swatted her out of the sky like a paper airpl--”
La Sombra switched over to a Wristlock, stepped back and dropped a shoulder to send Blassenville rushing to a neutral corner courtesy an Irish Whip. Celia whipped around and smashed into the buckles with a low BWUNG which was exactly where the Laughing Skull wanted her at the moment. Delaying just long enough to shimmy her hips in Clayton's direction, La Sombra shot across the canvas and THWHAPPED her right palm into the not so good doctor's chin with a beautiful Shotei that echoed throughout the arena!
SHOTEI:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=m6EY5XDvbFg
With Blassenville looking more mortal by the second, the challenger palmed the back of her head and sent stumbling toward the middle of the ring so the Letterkenny Luchadora could slip out onto the apron and vault into position on the top turnbuckle. The crowd bellowed loud enough to overwhelm Becky's shouted warning, though the abrupt increase in noise did cause a ramshackle Celia to turn in a half circle just as La Sombra lept out into the lights for a gorgeous Avalanche Crossbod--“HHHHHRRRRGGGHHHHH!”
The Mistress of Puppets yanked the strings on several thousand FAWNatics all at once when she hopped off her left foot and THWHUMPED the right into La Sombra's sternum with a Pump Kick that sent the brunette crashing to the deck in a breathless heap!
The force of the counter knocked Celia off balance, but she steadied out soon enough, certainly far quicker than her opponent who was curled in a near fetal ball on the canvas. “How 'bout a tag, Doc?” Clayton called to her partner in crime. “Looks like you could use a breather.”
Celia turned to Bex with hands on her hips and nodded. “You are quite correct, Rebecca. Yet I believe a point must be made before I put this experiment back in your infinitely capable hands.” Celia flicked her eyes toward the challenger's corner and Clayton dipped her head ever so slightly.
“Say no more, Doc.”
Plan set, Blassenville turned back to the splattered highflyer and scraped her off the deck with a massive handful of hair before swinging around behind to pinion La Sombra's arms high overhead in a Full Nelson. Forcing the challenger's chin into the depths of her own copious cleavage, the Temptress pivoted so they were both facing the Coalition corner and Olunike in particular. “Tell me,” she asked Waite, “is her spine is durable as your skull?” Celia didn't wait for an answer, she simply muscled La Sombra high into the air, then halved the Nelson and went down on one knee to THWHUMP the Laughing Skull across the strong plank of her thigh!
FULL NELSON BACKBREAKER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=xfiYCAVjBl8
Sombra bounced clear and flopped onto her stomach which might've prevented a pin if Blassenville had considered one. Instead she returned to the hair-hold and used it to haul La Sombra upright. From there Blassenville moved 'round behind and slipped her right arm between the challenger's thighs while her left hand cupped La Sombra's chin. Understandable rumbles of concern from those assembled when Celia straightened up and craaaaaaaaaaaaaaanked down on both ends to wrench her foe's spine in an agonizing Torture Rack!
TORTURE RACK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=gyWUkritcpw
La Sombra groaned and flailed in the awful grip, but Blassenville didn't ask for a surrender. Indeed she didn't ask for anything, choosing instead to keep her eyes trained on Olunike as she sloooowly began to bring her hands together. Waite knew she was being taunted, challenged. She knew Lucia could handle her business just fine, but she also knew that if the Temptress locked her hands it wouldn't just ensure a submission, it would almost assuredly inflict a costly injur-- Olunike vaulted over the ropes and raced at the redhead only for Celia to backpedal most of the way to the champ's corner!
Quick to position herself so that Carpenter was between Olunike and herself, Celia snapped, “Algernon, please be so kind as to remind this country mouse that TAGGING is an integral part of Tag Team wrestling!”
Olunike fumed, refused to give ground when the official took hold of one elbow. “I'm gonna punch you in the mouth next chance I get, honey. Let's see how easy it is for you to look down on someone when you're on your ass looking up at the lights.”
Celia smiled a little wider, jounced the Torture Rack that much harder. “There she is. There's the REAL Olunike Waite. Such eloquence must make you the pride of the dung far--”
Waite lunged only to draw back when she heard the crowd cry out in alarm! A single glance told her that Clayton was no longer in the Psy Ops corner and by the time Olunike had located the Camouflage Crusher, she'd BWUNKED Hazeema's forehead against the steel ring-post almost half a dozen times!
Sensing an unfriendly gaze upon her, Bex looked up and blew a kiss to Olunike before she secured her victim by waistband and tresses and pitched her over the guardrail into the front row FAWNatics!
“You scheming bitch.” Waite dismissed Blassenville at once and sprinted to the far side of the ring to defend McMurray from any further mauling. She was about halfway through the ropes when Celia spun La Sombra off her shoulders and out around front so she could cinch hold of the luchadora's thighs and drop to her butt to THAWHAM her against the mat with a huge Powerbomb! Momentarily torn by indecision, Olunike turned back to assist her partner while Al and the rest of the crowd counted off...
TORTURE RACK POWERBOMB:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=EgW4kkhfBsA
ONE...
TWO...
THRENOOOOOOOO!
Tape would later show that La Sombra inched a shoulder off the mat prior to 'THREE!' though this didn't stop Olunike from stuffing a rough kick into the champion's chest!
Celia was knocked away from the cover but Waite didn't get a chance to do any additional damage because Al looped an arm around her waist and started dragging her toward the Coalition corner. She'd just set foot on the apron when the Temptress tittered, “Your attention please, Algernon!” Challenger and official both glanced in that direction so there was no doubt about the legitimacy of the tag when Blassenville and Clayton slapped hands to exchange positions on the field of battle.
“Alright, fake-a-dor. Therapy’s over, now you gotta deal with real life.” Becky snatched a handful of La Sombra’s long, raven locks and pulled her wincing to her feet. The only Lightweight in the match tried to fight her way out by punching up and down the ladders of lycra that made the ex-world Champion’s gear famous, but that Torture Rack really sapped Sombra’s strength and it turned that burst of violence into little more than some aggressive massaging. Becky chuckled mockingly and rattled the small Canadian’s teeth with a European Uppercut, swinging her bicep up and hard under La Sombra’s chin and cutting the power to her legs, the challenger dropped back to her knees and elbows with an anguished moan. Becky grabbed La Sombra by the scruff of the neck and roughly raised her up. “Did you think you were funny shaking your ass at me?!” She wrapped her fingers around the Coalitionite’s throat and started choking the life out of Sombra!
As her partner’s gagging and grasping at the solider’s wrists, Olunike’s slapping the turnbuckle of her corner like a madwoman trying to get the ref to act! “Get your hands off her!!”
Al’s already on the case; skipping the warning knowing Clayton would ignore he went straight to the count, “ONE! TWO! THREE!” Clayton broke the choke only to place her hands on Sombra’s chest and between her legs then haul the Luchadora high into the air with a Military Press. Becky basked in the boos from the FAWNatics as she went on a stroll around the ring, parading the weakly kicking challenger above her head like Sombra’s an alluring dumbbell. It’s at this time Hazeema clumsily clambered her over the guardrail with some helpful (and groping) hands from the audience. Adjusting her clothes back to an acceptable state, The DM&M speedwalked over to the side of the ring closest to the legal wrestlers yelling at the unruly American in hopes to provide a distraction.
“How about you try that Tom Foolery when I can strike back!? I’ll tap you out faster than your first title run!”
Becky’s smart enough to know what Hazeema’s doing but her first World title’s still a big sore spot for the brunette, “Oh yeah!? How about you try it you-!” Sombra wriggled out of Becky’s hands and landed behind the champion, unleashing a salvo of kicks that tenderized her calf and thigh. Once the wrong-footed Becky began to wilt under the attack Sombra whirled about and headed for the ropes- A hand caught La Sombra’s trailing hair as she started to run and with a scalp-searing rip pulled La Sombra off her feet into a harsh fall that banged the back of her head against the canvas. Olunike, Hazeema, and Ref. Carpenter all harp at Becky on the legality of hair-pulling, but the Tag champ ignored them and purposefully dragged the challenger back up by the follicles. Celia watched silently from Psy Ops corner, content with her partner’s performance so far. Becky jawed at Olunike as she buggywhipped La Sombra into the ropes “You make a better ref than a tag partner!”
Olunike glowered and white-knuckle gripped the tag rope as the dragoon from Denver blew Sombra off her feet a Big Boot and then kicked her face down on the canvas. Clayton reminded the viewers she’s not just a bruiser by contorting La Sombra’s legs into a modified Stump Puller; forcing the Mexi-Canadian’s right ankle into the pit of her left knee, then Clayton took a seat on the stems to add her body weight into the mix as she PULLED on La Sombra’s left foot. The Laughing Skull was almost crying at the burning in her lower joints and cried out when Becky daggered an elbow into her spine at the base of her neck and grrrrrrrrrrrooooound it like a pestle against a mortar.
youtu.be/2llO7foYodc?list=PLeRPsdtvusXicZWty_gxmP_hpT-egyHqb&t=396
“Feeling tough watching me break your widdle buddy?” Clayton blew a kiss at Olunike who fumed watching the vindictive veteran punish her partner, Hazzema jogged over to face La Sombra from the outside, encouraging her client not to give up and to crawl to the ropes.
Al Carpenter’s genuflecting near the pretzeled wrestlers doing his duties, “Do you want to call it, La Sombra?” She scrunched her face and shook her head vehemently in the negative, her truck still had gas.
With a grin, Becky stopped grinding her elbow into La Sombra and palmed the back of her skull, ramming the Canuck’s face into the mat and rubbing it back and forth against the coarse material. “Your makeup is awful, you look like a clown!”
Olunike’s halfway over the ropes and snarling “Just wait till I’m legal. I’ll turn your face into cheap poutine!”
Becky winked infuriatingly at the farmer as undid the Stump Puller and rose with La Sombra in a Hammerlock, “Yeah, good luck with that.” As the BFG played mind games with the other half of the Northern Coalition, La Sombra reached up and grabbed the back of Becky’s head and with a pump of her strong legs, flipped up the startled soldier and landed behind Becky in a crouch. Becky uttered a squawk of indignation as La Sombra threw an arm between her legs and put her on her shoulders with a Roll Up!
ONE!
TWO!
THNOOO!!
Becky twisted out of the cover just in time and scampered to her feet- CRACK! La Sombra disoriented Becky and earned a little payback with a hateful Bitch Slap that whipped her head to the side, then backed her up with one, then two Knife-edge Chops that pinked the champion’s chest. Fans hoping for a title change were on their feet at La Sombra’s resurgence and cheered as she fired a Shotei to jack Clayton’s jaw- and missed! The veteran leaned out of the trajectory of the hand missile and hugged La Sombra’s waist, she lifts and spun the luchadora 540 degrees, then fell to her knees as she threw the challenger against the mat!
TILT-A-WHIRL SLAM
www.youtube.com/watch?v=aLk9ieaMT8Y
The arena went quiet as the fans’ hopes for the challengers were dashed upon the rocks of the champions’ skill. La Sombra’s spreadeagled and groaning as Becky pushed on her navel to stand and turned her head to Blassenville, “Good for a dip?”
Celia nodded and formally outstretched her hand for a tag. “That would be refreshing.”
Becky pulled at Sombra’s ear till the whining Canadian’s on all fours and more easily dogwalked by the hair to Psy Ops’ corner. Celia and Becky slapped hands making the doctor the legal woman of their team; Celia quickly entered the Squared Circle as Clayton roughly raised La Sombra off the canvas and backed her into the ropes opposite of the Psy half of their team. Clayton Irish Whipped the Lightweight into a rubbery run straight into the waiting arms of Celia; going with La Sombra’s momentum, the doctor quite literally swept the Canadian off her feet, swinging through four full rotations before using her to make a crater in the ring with a devastating Mental Spiral!
MENTAL SPIRAL
www.youtube.com/watch?v=FrTrM13SY1Y
Clayton quietly exited the ring as Blassenville pushed up on the suffering La Sombra’s body; one hand flattening a breast, the other pressing in her fluttering tummy for a cover.
ONE!
TWO!!
THRENOOOOOOOO!!!
La Sombra showed she had the heart of a champion by kicking out at the absolute last second, but the N.C. still needed to prove they could become them. Eager to get back in the fight, Olunike started a rhythmic clap that McMurray backed up and the crowd quickly followed suit.
CLAP-CLAP-CLAP-CLAP-CLAP-CLAP-CLAP….
Blassenville dragged the limp La Sombra up and put her in a skull-flattening Side Headlock, using all the power in her brawny arm to make the flush visible through the challenger’s face paint. Blassenville walked to her corner with her weakly struggling prey in tow and tagged Clayton back into the match, “She refuses to go to sleep, Somniphobia can be a curse and a blessing.”
“You are in a specific mood today.” Becky noted as she dug a Kneelift into Sombra’s tummy before taking over the Headlock, Celia swung a leg through the ropes as the BFG forces La Sombra deeper into the ring and Irish Whips her to- Sombra dropped into a deep crouch halting the Whip then reversed it! Now Clayton's running to the ropes with the Lightweight two steps behind; perhaps it's desperation fueling a second wind, but it didn't matter to Becky, she’s not worried after all the punishment dished out to the multinational challenger all match. Becky spun on a heel to hit the ropes with her back-
THAWHAM!
La Sombra shot into a Baseball Slide grabbing Becky's ankle as she slid out of the ring and tripped the champion into a fall that's broken by her face! Eyes watering and scatterbrained from her meeting with the canvas, Becky speedily and clumsily tried to get to her feet, unable to comprehend the warnings from Celia or the roar of the crowd as La Sombra climbed back onto the apron and slingshotted herself to an impressive stance on the top rope, balancing like she’s on solid ground. The Laughing Skull leapt off the strand and landed a magnificent, some might say Sensational Leg Drop on the back of Clayton’s neck, planting the veteran’s splendid features against the mat once again!
youtu.be/ImDFKa5Q440?list=PLeRPsdtvusXicZWty_gxmP_hpT-egyHqb (01:41)
Clayton’s face-down and rubbing the back of her neck, groaning as La Sombra rolled away from the Destroyer and labouriously army crawled to her team’s corner because she knew she didn't have the strength to pin the solider in this moment. Blassenville’s face was unreadable as always but the slight twitch in her pinky said she wanted Clayton to get up and tag her in as fast as possible. In sharp contrast, Hazeema and Olunike were raging bulls locked in their pens, bouncing in their frenzy and shouting support for their soul sister.
“I’m right here, Lucia! Just a little farther.”
“Come on, baby! You’re almost there!'
Clayton’s beginning to gather her wits and getting her knees under her, she looked around the burning white of the canvas for the curvy Canuck… the one that’s wrestling tonight. She got a clue about Sombra’s direction when she heard a loud Clap! She whipped her head in the direction of the sound and saw a mad-as-heck Olunike vaulting over the top strand as the legal wrestler while La Sombra rolled under the bottom into Hazeema’s care.
Olunike had a whole heap of aggression to take out on the rude excuse of a champion, she ran straight at Clayton barking “Go Time!”
The veteran’s right there to meet her, dashing toward the statuesque brawler “Go then!” and Thwacks! Olunike across the chest with a Knife-edge but the challenger walked right through it to Clayton’s six. They both spun to face each other- THWACK! Olunike took Clayton off her feet with a Double Chop! As Becky’s wincing on the ground, Olunike retreated to the nearest cables and bumped off them into a leaning fall akin to a chopped-down tree, hammering her impossibly hard skull against Becky’s.
ONE TOO MANY
youtu.be/lVnDA16mSjw?t=167
“Gahhh!” Becky cried out at the church bells going off in her brain as she forced herself to rise so she could throw some hands. Unfortunately as the BFG’s getting vertical, Waite’s sprinting across the ring to get a speed boost from the cables which assisted a running leap that turned Waite into a human torpedo. As soon as Becky’s standing straight she saw the top of Olunike’s dome coming at her at 70 kilometres per hour!
IN IT TO WIN IT
youtu.be/EBpzWd1UJVU?t=200
The second head-to-head put Clayton back on the mat and counting the lights with a wail, it’s like the farmer spent her youth dueling with mountain goats instead of…anything else. And going by the way Olunike kipped up and climbed to the top of a corner quick as a Whip, she may have! Olunike did an about-face on her perch and went as stiff and straight as a board, tilting then falling toward the more than likely concussed Clayton and striking a Diving Headbutt.
FAR TOO MANY
youtu.be/lVnDA16mSjw?t=1295
Becky shuddered from the third brain bashing within a minute and her limbs jerked of their own accord, her neurons firing confused and clashing signals. Celia’s cool composure begsn to crack; her mouth slightly agape and her eyes wide, Celia’s concern for their titles was minuscule compared to her curiosity with Olunike’s brain matter, “I must see her scans…”
Waite shifted on her knees to Clayton’s stems and raised them onto her shoulders, crawling forward to bundle the champion into the tightest ball possible to get a secure three count.
ONE...
TWO...
THRENOOOOOOOO!
Bex powered out of the cover despite the mounting head trauma and now it's Hazeema's turn to look upon the action with more than a little consternation. Olunike however seemed far from concerned, if anything the champ's resilience was perfect justification for piling on more punishment. Dragging the Camouflage Crusher to her feet with a double handful of hair, Waite slipped 'round behind and dipped her head beneath Clayton's left arm while also hooking her right arm across the brunette's lower back. From there she muscled her up onto the ball of her right shoulder and the FAWNatics gasped in surprise as it seemed a Backdrop Suplex was in the offering! But no, instead the challenger rushed to a neutral corner and slung her burden forward and down, an effort that ended with Becky seated on the middle rope facing the corner while her forehead BWUUUNGED against the top buckle!
RUNNING BELLY TO BACK FACEBUSTER TO BUCKLE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=uV4esrycP1s
Left to her own devices she would've bounced away from the unpleasant perch to land in a heap on the canvas. Alas she was not left to her own devices as Olunike braced her hands against Clayton's shoulders to ensure she didn't go anywhere. Draping Becky's arms over the top rope provided all the extra anchoring Waite needed so she raced across the canvas to the far corner where she skipped onto the middle buckle, hopped off and twisted around to start her return trip without slowing down. The FAWNatics cheered uproariously as the Letterkenny Express rolled into the station while Celia just looked on with a mixture of interest and concern, the latter perhaps a bit more in evidence when Waite THWHACKED a massive Forearm Smash into the base of her opponent's skull!
Bex juddered all over but still couldn't find her way clear of this Seat of Woe, especially not when Olunike mounted the second strand and snatched a handful of hair! Wrenching the woozy Destroyer's head back at a sharp angle, Waite balled her free hand into a fist and raised it high overhead. This was all the instruction the crowd needed, though it didn't stop McMurray from bellowing “COUNT 'EM OFF!” before Waite smashed her first punch into the brunette's hairline.
And count 'em off they did, those assembled for Spring Break more than happy to keep pace with Olunike as she put dent after dent in the champ's noggin. 'ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR! FIVE! SIX! SEVEN! EIGHT! NINE!' Olunike paused to offer up a brawny bicep flex, then kissed her knuckles and delivered them once more unto Clayton's dome. 'TEN!'
Hopping down from the corner before Al could ask it of her, Waite turned her back on the challenger, then reached back and clamped down on Becky's biceps. A bit of muscling and lifting extricated the One Woman Army and left her hoisted high, Clayton's arms spread wide and her tush resting heavily against the back of Waite's head. Nodding along as Hazeema led the crowd in a boisterous cheer, Waite tromped forward a few steps just to hurl Bex to the canvas, the brunette THWHAMMED flat on her back by the Release Crucifix Powerbomb! The force of it folded the former World Champion into an involuntary Matchbook so Olunike Splashed down across Clayton's upturned haunches to keep her glued in place for a count of...
RELEASE CRUCIFIX POWERBOMB:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=g5n8ezko6AM
ONE...
TWO...
THRE--“HHHRRRRGGGGHHH!”
Celia broke up the cover at the last second not with a frantic Double Axehandle or Forearm Smash, rather the Mistress of Puppets interrupted with a single, almost casual looking Toe Kick, one that saw the point of her left boot gouge Olunike's right eye! Waite yelped and tumbled away at once, the palm of one hand rubbing furiously at her watering eye.
As for Celia, she raised her hands to protest her innocence only to get BLASTED in the chest by a Springboard Dropkick delivered all the way from the challenger's side of town courtesy the Laughing Skull! Blassenville took the blow flush, backpedaled into the ropes and tumbled over to hit the floor on her feet in a show of balance that earned grudging appreciation from those gathered in the first several rows.
La Sombra was appreciative too, albeit only because the redhead's continued verticality meant she didn't have to wait to press the attack. Instead she juked around Al to get to the edge, grabbed the top rope in both hands and vaulted over into a gorgeous Slingshot Plancha that brought her crashing down on NO! Celia caught the luchadora out of the air and immediately THWHUNKED her spine-first against the edge of the apron!
More might've been in the offering if not for the timely intervention of one Hazeema McMurray, who rounded the corner on a beeline for the Temptress. “Hey, put her down, asshole!” the DM&M bellowed as she closed ground. “Don't make me tell you agaNNNNGGGHHH!”
Blatantly ignoring the Coalitionite's demand, Celia stepped away from the apron with La Sombra still strapped across her chest and delivered a brutal Big Boot to her would-be rescuer's chin! Hazeema went down in a heap and that's when Blassenville did as requested the Crimson Cagliostro going up on tiptoe just to drop forward and down, Celia using Sombra to splatter McMurray with a makeshift Senton while also crushing the highflyer with a Falling Power Slam!
Back in the squared circle, the legal members of both teams were making their way toward verticality with Olunike a few steps ahead. Still blinking off the worst of that malicious attack on her eye, Waite adjusted her position to stay in Clayton's blind-spot while she carefully crooked her right arm into a tire iron and-- Waite rushed in and whipped around in a half circle, her right elbow aimed at the point of Bex's ch-NO ONE HOME!
The BFG dipped beneath the Moosejawbreaker and swung around behind the challenger! She was preparing for another round of furious fisticuffs when she heard Celia murmur, “Her eyes aren't nearly as hard as the rest of her head, Rebecca.” Clayton cursed herself an idiot for not making the connection herself, but it didn't stop her from palming Waite's head in her hands the instant she turned around.
“AAAARRRRHHHHH!” Becky jabbed her thumbs into the Canadian's eyes, then THWHUMPED a pitiless Kneelift into her crotch when Olunike tried to prize those claws away!
“Knock that off, dammit!” Carpenter ordered as Waite crumpled into a sloppy clench. “You're better than that, Clayton!”
“Better than her, too.” she smirked. “Lemme show ya.”
Wrapping one hand around Olunike's throat, Bex stuffed the other between her foe's thighs and squeezed entirely harder than necessary as she muscled Waite into the sky with a Military Press. “I don't care how hard your head is,” she grunted. “EVERYTHING breaks if you hit it hard enough.” Eager to test this assertion, Clayton tromped toward a neutral corner as quick as she could and toss-dropped Waite into a short free-fall that culminated with her forehead BWUNGING against the roughly-padded steel!
MILITARY PRESS SNAKE-EYES:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZakjDrEMM68
Olunike's head snapped back and she wobbled uncertainly but she was far from the crumpled heap that Becky wanted so she snatched the smaller wrestler's noggin in a snug Side Headlock, pressed her face to the rubber-coated steel and slowly draaaaaaaaaaagged her face along the full length of the top rope until she reached the Psy Ops corner. “Bitch has a freakishly hard head.” Clayton huffed after tagging Blassenville. “Any suggestions?”
“Piledriver.” Celia replied with no hesitation. “You lift, I'll assist.”
The brunette nodded, scraped Waite out of the corner and turned her around into a Standing Headscissors that segued perfectly into the stall position for a Piledriver. As for Celia, she slipped into the ring and immediately boosted herself into a perch on the second rope. The champions exchanged a nod and then Blassenville hopped off, the Crimson Cagliostro pressing her hands to the soles of Olunike's boots to add her strength to Becky's when the Camouflage Crusher dropped to a seat and SPIKED Waite's noggin into the canvas!
SPIKE PILEDRIVER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=auaheLWJJn8
Olunike rolled away from her tormentors, sat up and reached a hand toward the Coalition's empty corner before everything caught up and she slopped onto her side in a glassy eyed heap. She'd barely had a chance to catch her breath when Celia buried both hands in Waite's hair and peeled her off the deck. “Your pain tolerance is astounding, but it's also your undoing.” Blassenville explained as she turned her back on the challenger. In the next instant she reached back, seized Olunike by the biceps and hoisted her up so that Waite's tummy was snug against the back of her head. “You think that you can simply power through, ignore the trauma and it will cause no lasting effects. But there's always an effect, Ms. Waite. Even if you can't feel it, there's always an effect. And eventually their combined weight is too much for even you to ignore.” On that ominous note Celia wheeled toward the champ's corner, then stormed forward and laid out on her belly while simultaneously tossing Olunike down so that she THWHUNKED high and tight on the back of her head and shoulders!
THE MONSTER STUDY @ 00:04
www.youtube.com/watch?v=fGlHTY1HEEI
The Monster Study left Waite stretched out on one side in perfect position for a cover, so everyone was surprised when Celia bypassed the pin and slapped Becky's palm. “Let's be thorough, shall we?”
“Oh yes, we shall.”
Clayton hopped over the ropes while Blassenville returned to the smoldering wreckage of Olunike Waite and hauled her to boot-leather. A Toe Kick led to another Standing Headscissors causing the FAWNatics to fear for a second Spike Piledriver, instead the Temptress cinched her arms around the Canadian's fluttering midsection and lifted her up onto the point of her right shoulder. Shifting from the Waistlock to identical grips on Waite's biceps, Celia boosted the Crucifix a little bit higher as Becky maneuvered into position. An exchange of nods saw Blassenville flip Olunike forward and down while Bex rushed in, the Peacekeeper catching hold of the challenger's noggin in a Three Quarters Facelock that transformed the Dominator into an Ace Crusher that PLANTED Olunike on her face, chest and belly!
MK ULTRA @ 3:05
www.youtube.com/watch?v=JQ55b1nOcBI
Blasted far beyond her physical and mental limits by the awful influence of MK Ultra, Waite couldn't even murmur her distress when Becky swung a leg over and engulfed her in a Reverse Face Sit, the challenger's pretty visage all butt obscured by camouflaged callipygian cruelty as Al and the dispirited FAWNatics tolled...
ONE...
TWO...
A weary La Sombra dove under the bottom rope only to get caught with a boot to the ribs from Celia that sent her skidding across the canvas in time with...
THREE!
Clayton could've rose with the sound of the bell, instead she gave her buns a slap 'n jostle and tacked on a prolonged clench to make Olunike was still nose-deep in despair when the Announcer confirmed, “Ladies and gentlemen, your winners via pin-fall and STILL the FAWN Tag Team Champions... BECKY CLAYTON AND CELIA BLASSENVILLE!”
Al tried to offer the winners their prize, but Celia had worked her hands into La Sombra's hair and Becky was still enjoying her seat from atop Mt. Waite.
“A great deal of disrespect was shown this evening.” Blassenville explained as she stuffed the Laughing Skull into a Standing Headscissors. “I believe it's only fair to remind everyone that such insolence carries a very high price, especially for the defeated.” With that she snaked her arms around Sombra's waist and effortlessly muscled her up across her shoulder in spine-cracking Canadian Backbreaker!
CANADIAN BACKBREAKER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=OF76fLbtYSw
The luchadora's piercing wails drew Becky's attention, her eyes lighting up at the sight. “Oooooohhhh, I wanna play too, Doc!” Relinquishing her throne after a final flex, Becky got to her feet and forced Olunike to do the same, though she didn't stay there more than a second or two. That's because the One Woman Army moved around behind and slipped an arm through Waite's thighs before cupping a hand over her chin. The groans of the FAWNatics grew into echoing boos once Becky started to strut around the squared circle with Olunike stretched across her shoulders in an agonizing Torture Rack!
TORTURE RACK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=ovUYLMYiOPw
As for Celia, she remained near the center, though she made a point to rotate in time with Clayton's circuit so the devastated luchadora remained focused on her friend's unconscious counten-- a sliver of hope from the Spring Breakers when Hazeema clambered up onto the apron and-- Becky rushed forward and THWHACKED Waite's boots into the side of McMurray's skull to send her back to the floor in a dispirited heap!
“Where's that hard head now, honeybunch?” Bex shifted her right hand from Olunike's thigh to her crotch for a gaudy, possessive claw grip. “Gonna tell me you're the tuffest when you're racked over my shoulders like a fucking trophy?” Olunike told her nothing, indeed she only burbled in insensate misery as Clayton continued to show her off.
Eventually a flood of black & whites rushed the ring intent on ending the night's experiment so Celia and Becky tossed their challengers aside and claimed their gold instead, Psy Ops raising them high overhead as they left the squared circle to the losers, the medics and the rest of the white mice.
The screen went black as the speakers pumped out the classic rock anthem ‘Black Betty' by Ram Jam, white silhouettes of one woman powerbombing another flew back and forth across the screen. When the bombee hit the ground, the world became a fever dream of interweaving colours before resetting to black. The pale shadows switching to a different slam variation to summon the melting kaleidoscope.
Striding out of the curtains came a trio of newer hires from the Great White North with very contrasting styles and dispositions; one of them being a tall, strong, young Black woman with long dark hair in delightful curls named Olunike Waite who stood with hands on hips and wearing a stern, inscrutable expression. With slightly squinting eyes, she measured the ring, mentally going over whatever offence the champions may open with. The Canadian Destroyer’s ring togs were conservative by FAWN standards and represents her straightforward mindset and rural background.
A one-piece with a two-button collar simulating a stereotypical farmer’s outfit; an unbuttoned V-neck that stopped just before the cleavage of her perfectly proportioned 34Bs, the top half of her gear coloured red, brown and white in a flannel pattern. A texture and colour change from the waist down created a faux denim daisy dukes substitute, complete with belt loops her thumbs hooking into the ones sewn at her sides. Two shot glasses were pressed tightly between her ring and forefinger in her right hand, and a third was clutched in her left. Her ring boots were designed after her favourite pair of boots for working around the farm
OLUNIKE WAITE:
On Olunike’s left was the coalition’s manager, sister wrestler, and Dungeon Master for their roleplaying games, Hazeema McMurray. The DM&M happily threw Northern Coalition shirts and hats into the raving crowd, always trying to drum up fan support even just before a match. Hazeema’s doing her duty as manager tonight, being in her soul sisters’ corner for moral support and helpful advice and watching for shenanigans from their opponents. Hazeema stood dressed for business and pleasure in a red silk blouse unbuttoned halfway down and let her mountainous cleavage breathe, showing a hint of her entirely unnecessary push-up bra. A brown silk skirt hugged her shelf of an ass and ended just past mid-thigh, leaving her tan legs uncovered as the eye traveled to her fashionable, strappy sandals, Hazeema’s rib-length dark hair parts into pigtails with short braids that swung in the air as she skipped back to her team. They finished handing out free swag, the only object remaining a bottle of Gus n’ Brew whiskey and the glasses.
HAZEEMA MCMURRAY:
Hyping up fans on the right side of the stage stood Olunike’s other best friend, stablemate and partner for the night, La Sombra. The Mexi-Canadian Luchadora pumped her fists in tune with the beat of Waite’s theme song. Unlike the team's powerhouse, Olunike Waite, La Sombra looked at the untamed territory of FAWN with an alluring yet mischievous smile, eyes full of mirth... and a face painted like a Día de Los Muertos sugar skull.
LA SOMBRA:
THE LAUGHING SKULL:
The newest generation of La Familia de Sombras struck the perfect medium between her partners in physicality. Olunike was a tall, slender, hardbody type, while Hazeema was short and curvaceous. La Sombra had the body and subtle muscle movements of a gymnast while blessed with a bounty of bosom and buns. Taut and firm, rippling with power, yet a distinctly feminine figure.
The Canadian luchadora wore tight red pants whose legs consisted of a very sheer, imperial red mesh that showed off her chiseled legs. The mesh connected to barn red leather bikini bottoms decorated with black metal buttons around the waist and leg holes. Covering her ample breasts was a bikini top in the same style as her bottoms, the top half of her breast puffing over the edge of the fabric. Overtop those holy hills, but under the cups was a sleeved crop top made of the same material as the pant legs. Fringed red boots with a white maple leaf on each heel capped her look off.
Hazeema took each of her clients by the hand, “Gold! Gold! Gold! That’s the only thing I want in your heads until you hear that closing bell and we’re announced as the new Tag Team Champions!”
La Sombra gave her busty bestie a side hug, bouncing in place in excitement, “They got NO idea what we’re bringing!”
Olunike nodded, her expression almost imperceptibly happier than a moment ago. “They don’t want the lumber. Let’s do this.” The multicultural team made their way down the ramp, Hazeema and La Sombra eagerly greeting fans along the way while Olunike slapped a hand now and then out of politeness.
“FROM LETTERKENNY, ONTARIO, CANADA! STANDING AT 171cm AND 157cm RESPECTIVELY AND WEIGHING IN AT A COMBINED 115kgs! ACCOMPANIED BY HAZEEMA MCMURRAY, OLUNIKE WAITE AND LA SOMBRA…. THE NORTHERN COALITION!!!”
Before the tall drinks of Esker entered the ring, Waite placed the three shot glasses she’d been carrying on the apron’s edge while McMurray opened up the whiskey to pour themselves a drink. Each woman taking a shot in hand, they tapped the bottom of the glasses against the ring twice before knocking ‘em back to rowdy cheers! Olunike and Sombra handed their glasses to McMurray, who headed over to the commentator’s table to talk up The Northern Coalition’s wrestling acumen to the viewers (much to Buck’s delight). Olunike and La Sombra slid into the squared circle and exchanged friendly but professional greetings with the official.
PSY OPS:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=V5z63Bi_d1I
The challengers were still checking things over with Al Carpenter when the Spring Break mood was hit with a crippling buzzkill in the form of slow, plinking piano notes. Delight gave way to disgust as words dripped from the speakers.
With your feet in the air and your head on the ground
Try this trick and spin it, yeah
Your head will collapse but there's nothing in it
And you'll ask yourself
Where is my mind?
Where is my mind?
Everyone was still jeering wholeheartedly when the curtain was brushed aside and the new order of things came into view. Becky Clayton and Celia Blassenville emerged side by side, the career rivals transformed into an alliance that'd seen them take the Tag Division by storm. The former Howling Commandos greeted their traitorous leader with dismay, disgust and disappointment, the cacophony of their collective distress even louder than the love they'd heaped upon the challengers.
BECKY CLAYTON:
CELIA BLASSENVILLE:
Becky Clayton didn't give a single damn about what they thought, as evidenced by the 'what're ya gonna do about it?' smirk on her face as she undid the belt around her waist and raised it overhead This resulted in another round of jeers but the occasional cheer and whistle could be heard, the more salacious element among the FAWNatics happy to cheer Clayton now that she'd embraced Celia's unorthodox approach. And you couldn't really blame them, considering her battle gear. For tonight's exercise against escapees from a Red Green sketch she wore a cold gray, black & blue version of her formerly standard green & brown camouflage two-piece. The tie-sided bottoms were the same as was the ladder / double helix of lycra that ran from the top of her waistband all the way to the southern border of her low-cut sports bra. The look was completed with flat black pads, black boots and a few wraps of matte black wrist-tape. Also worth noting? Clayton's dark brown locks, which usually hung free or pulled back in a simple ponytail were now drawn back in the snug French Braid Celia had favored for years.
Beside her, the Mistress of Puppets wore a gleaming black lycra one-piece with long ‘sleeves’ that were comprised of a pair of thin ebon bands that wound around her arms, ending just above the wrists. Her ensemble finished with matching knee-pads and gleaming white wrestling boots, while her long copper-colored hair was collected in the aforementioned French Braid. While Clayton hoisted her prize for all to see, Blassenville treated hers as nothing more than an accessory, or perhaps a small but vital piece of equipment in her latest experiment. Indeed she seemed far more interested in Bex's reaction to the crowd (and vice versa) than the women waiting in the ring. After a moment she leaned over to Clayton and murmured something in her ear.
Bex snorted, rolled her eyes. “You worry to much, Doc. These chumps? No fit to guard Canadian Alcatraz. And that place runs on the honor system.” Assertion complete, she started down the ramp and Celia fell into place a few steps behind.
They were halfway to the squared circle when the Announcer called, “And introducing their opponents. Hailing from Denver, Colorado and New Cannan, Louisiana respectively, weighing in at a combined total of two-hundred and eighty pounds, they are the reigning and defending FAWN Tag Team Champions... BECKY CLAYTON AND CELIA BLASSENVILLE!”
This brought a fresh round of jeers, which only caused Clayton to raise her gold a little higher. Completely ignoring the fans on the aisle, Clayton and Blassenville tromped up the steel steps and slipped through the ropes to lay claim to the center of the ring just while the Coalition kept a wary eue on the both of 'em. Swinging around to face the hard camera, Clayton showed off the gold for all the losers at home while Celia trained her attention on the two white mice seeking to make their way through the maze in search of the golden prizes waiting at the center. Celia thought them perfectly suitable candidates, though she didn't much like their odds. Or them, for that matter.
Both teams were still in the midst of strategic discussions when the bell CLANGED but the decisions came immediately thereafter with Olunike starting for the challengers and Becky starting for the champions. Waite made quick progress to the center of the squared circle, the usually stoic battler seemingly eager to test her mettle against a former FAWN World Champion. And Clayton certainly didn't make her wait long, apparently Olunike's unbroken eye contact during Psy Ops' arrival had put her squarely at the top of the Peacemaker's list.
Never once slowing her pace as she closed on Waite, Bex chested up on the smaller wrestler hard enough to knock her back a couple steps only to find herself suffering the same fate when Olunike immediately returned the favor! Nose to nose with the other powerhouse as the crowd egged them on, Clayton offered Waite a hard smile and said, “You're gonna wish you'd downed some more liquid courage by the time this is over, honeybunch. We're going to run right through you maple-sucking idiots.”
Olunike replied with a smile of her own and ground her forehead against Clayton's. “I don't need any additional courage to deal with a bully like you, Clayton.” she muttered. “But perhaps if you ask me real nice, I'll leave the bottle behind in exchange for the gold we taNGH!”
Bex drew back just enough to THWHUMP a Headbutt into the bridge of the challenger's nose! Waite staggered without going down so the One Woman Army slapped her on general principle, then slipped one arm over her shoulder and the other between her thighs. Just like that she scooped the Canadian onto her shoulder and tossed her down with enough force to make Olunike bounce a couple inches when she THWHUMPED against the mat!
The shiver that ran through the ring must've convinced Becky that her foe would stay down for at least a heartbeat or two because she raised one foot with the intention of planting it atop Waite's chest but the brunette rolled clear and sprang to verticality before Clayton could even make contact. “Tuff girl, huh?” Becky taunted. “Well then let's see what you've NNGGHH!”
Olunike did just that with a retaliatory Headbutt between the eyes before following up with an equally emphatic Body Slam! Clayton bounced to a seat and would've been on her feet in no time if Waite hadn't palmed her shoulders and forced her back down before dropping to one knee to THUNK the bony joint against the champion's forehead. That simple blunt force trauma ensured Bex wasn't concerned with getting up right away so Waite straightened up, whipped around and ran the ropes to build up a suitably strong head of steam before she leapt into the lights and kicked both legs forward to drop the left one squarely across Clayton's che-- Becky rolled out of the way, leaving Waite to THUMP down tailbone-first atop the thinly-sheathed plywood! With the Ontario native wincing in the aftermath of that unpleasant landing, the Camouflage Crusher hurled herself into the strands and came back promptly to THWHACK the heel of her right boot into the bridge of Olunike's nose!
BASEMENT BIG BOOT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=MV71IrTQFDg
Waite went down, sat back up and was promptly stretched out flat courtesy a double handful of hair from Bex that bashed the back of her noggin against the mat. “Keep out of her hair, Bex!” Al warned even as Clayton stood up and turned toward a second trip to the ropes. “You know better than that!”
Becky paid him no mind, she just bounced off the ropes, sprinted back and took to the skies to come THWHAPPING down atop Olunike's chest with a Big Splash! Waite groaned but neither leg kicked up so Clayton took it upon herself to hook the far one while the ref swooped in to count...
BIG SPLASH:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=_1v6zkfMU_I
ONE...
Olunike kicked out and sat up to earn a raucous round of applause from the FAWNatics and her fellow Coalition members! “Thu... thinking you can dispatch me so quickly is the height of arrogance, Clayton.” the challenger muttered. “And I mean to see that you pay for such behavior tonAAAAAARRRRRHHHHHH!” Swinging around to a crouch behind her adversary, Clayton pressed her palms to Olunike's skull and brazenly gouged her fingers into the other wrestler's eyes!
“Cut that shit out right now!” Carpenter ordered over the protesting of the crowd.
Bex nodded with apparent sincerity only to switch over to a three fingered fishhook on either side of the Canadian's mouth! The ref wasn't going to tolerate that sort of sass so he started a count, unfortunately that only prompted the champ to replace one fishhook with a nostril hook that had Olunike wailing until Carpenter reached 'FOUR!'
Becky released at once and raised her hands to shoulder level to confirm her compliance. Lest you think this some show of respect from the reigning Queen of the Madhouse, she quickly flattened her hands out and made a show of wiping them off on the seat of Waite's one-piece before CLAPPING those cheeks with a hard smack!
“For fuck's sake, Carpenter, stop your whining.” Becky huffed as she filled her hands with Olunike's hair. “Doesn't Castle make you idiots watch match film for homework or something? Because if you've been paying any attention you'd know this asshole loves to fight. Here, I'll prove it.”
Hauling Waite to her feet, Clayton lowered a shoulder and planted it in the challenger's midriff. In the same instant she boosted her up onto her shoulder like a sack of laundry, then pivoted toward the challenger's corner and took off at top speed! La Sombra saw them coming and hopped off the apron to avoid any possible cheap-shot but she needn't have worried because Becky just BWUUUNGED her burden spine-first into the top two turnbuckles! Olunike draped her arms over the top rope to ensure continued verticality, however this meant she was otherwise defenseless when Becky took her by the chin and tipped her head back just to CRAAACK her across the cheek with a scathing Bitch Slap!
“You gonna make the tag, farm girl?” Clayton asked as she backpedaled toward the middle of the ring with her arms stretched wide. “Not that I'm tired of slapping you around, but Sombra might actually have a chance to make this a fight.”
Cheek still alight with the flame of that slap, Waite set both feet and pulled herself out of the corner. She would've charged the BFG right then and there if La Sombra hadn't hopped back onto the apron and raised a questioning hand. “Not just yet.” Olunike answered after a glance at her friend. “That woman needs to be punched in the mouth before I tag out.”
The Laughing Skull nodded understanding, though she still looked rather pensive as Waite tromped out to face the former World Champion.
“Hungry for more, are you?” Bex scoffed. “Figures. You farm-fresh types never know when you're out--”
Olunike flashed out a straight right that would've caromed off the brunette's chin if she hadn't pulled her head to the side at the last second! Always happy to respond with violence, Clayton lashed out with a Haymaker of her own only for Waite to dip low and throw a stiff left-right-left combo into her foe's tummy! Becky grunted, snatched Olunike by the nape of the neck and held her in place long enough to THWHAP a heavy Overhand Forearm Smash across the challenger's shoulders. The challenger should've collapsed to one knee, instead she straightened up in a flash and THUMPED Clayton across the chest with a clubbing Forearm Smash of her own! Bex soaked it up with a grimace and cocked an arm to--CRAAACK!
No honorable donnybrook this, Bex put Olunike's head on a swivel with her second Bitch Slap in as many minutes.
“Don't look so offended, tuff girl.” the brunette chided in the face of Waite's furious 'how dare you?!' eyes. “You're not ready for closed hands with me. You may think you are, but HHHRRRGGHHH!”
Olunike snatched a handful of hair, jerked Becky's head forward and lit into her with no less than half a dozen shots right to the hairline! The One Woman Army snarled in distress but made no effort to escape. Rather she balled both hands into fists and set to work tenderizing the challenger's ribs! Waite bared her teeth in a hard smile as she gouged her knuckles across the other woman's forehead. “C'mon, is that all you've got? You know I want to take that gold, right?”
Fisticuffs intensified on both sides but it was Olunike's repeated shots to the dome that had Clayton tromping backward into the ropes even as Al tried to convince his charges to open their hands. Eventually Bex touched the rubber-coated steel and she demanded, “Get this bitch out of my haRRRHH!”
Olunike used the hair-grip to wrench Becky's head back and CRAAACKED her across the mouth with a Bitch Slap that earned wild roars from the capacity crowd! Becky snarled and lunged off the strands only to be forced back by Al who took his life in his hands stepping between the two powerhouses. “More where that came from, brat.” Waite explained with her arms outstretched in mockery of Clayton's earlier posing. “You want it? All you have to do is stop hiding in the roRRRGGGHH!” Seeing she had a clear shot over Al's back, Bex made to fire off a Haymaker only to jab her thumb into Waite's right eye instead! Squirming free of the ref as the challenger stumbled away, Clayton pounded Olunike across the back of the neck, then spun her around and put shoulder to tummy to muscle the Canadian off her feet once more.
Last time she'd delivered Waite to the Coalition's side of town, now she turned around and raced in the opposite direction to BWUUUNG Olunike against the buckles with a Shoulderblock-cum-Spear! And whereas La Sombra had requested her partner's permission for a tag, Celia Blassenville extended no such courtesy before slapping Clayton's shoulder to enter the fray.
“Hold her still, Rebecca. You know I enjoy engaging with unconventional patients.” The soldier silently nodded in affirmation while keeping Olunike pinned against the turnbuckles with another gut-churning Shoulderblock. Ceila ran to the middle of the ring and U-turned into a sprint to the occupied corner; she lifted her long, muscular leg mid-stride and her boot flew past Clayton’s bowed back to leave a boot print on the Canadian’s face. On the Coalition side of the ring, La Sombra and Hazeema on the outside winced at the sight of their powerhouse’s head violently whipping back. Hazeema slapped the apron with both hands, “Ref! Double teaming, this ain’t street hockey!”
Algernon’s already on the case and ushered Becky out of the ring, who obeyed with a condescending smirk, while Celia took a bobble-headed Waite by the opening of her one-piece and hoisted the Destroyer into a seat on the top buckle like she was a Lightweight. The Temptress curled her right arm under Olunike’s chin and palmed the back of the farmer’s head, then laid her left arm across Olunike’s jawline and across her cheek to interlace her fingers. Cravate completed, Celia cranked Olunike’s neck at an uncomfortable angle as she tried to apply enough pressure to turn the Canuck’s head into a diamond. “Your group, particularly yourself, appear very dedicated to this ‘salt of the earth’ persona despite spending most of your time in cities.” The champion analyzes over the challenger’s gurgles of pain. “Perhaps you suffer from a variant of Sociophobia?”
“Miss Blassenville,” Ref. Carpenter interrupted the unprompted therapy session, “Can you break the hold, please?” he asked politely, pointing at Olunike’s hand shaking the top rope to get his attention. Celia agreed without taking her eyes off her new patient, “Very well.” The dominating doctor heaved Olunike off the top buckle into a front flip; dropping into a seat to increase the power of the throw, Celia slammed Olunike into the canvas with a THUDD! that echoed throughout the arena.
CRAVATE-O-CLASM
www.youtube.com/watch?v=LmAjcU3-WDI
Blassenville casually leaned over Waite’s fluttering tummy to snag her right leg by the knee and hooked it deep as she covered the challenger in a snug Back Press Pin.
ONE…
Olunike kicked out with authority, wrenching her leg out of Celia’s grasp and turning onto her elbows to prevent another pin. Celia observed this and made a noise in her throat of acknowledgment but not approval. She rose to her feet, leaned down, worked her hands into Olunike’s hair and pulled on those curls till Waite’s on her knees and wincing.
“Nnf!”
Ceila bit the inside of her cheek to stifle a grunt as the Coalitionite uppercutted her solar plexus with what feels like a fist made of stone. The Lady of Letterkenny's arms became a blur as she salt and peppered Celia's abs and kidneys with a bevy of punches that doubled the doctor over. The official’s about to get on Olunike’s case when she pushed to her feet and took the Temptress in a Gutwrench. The challenger showed off the the strength she gained by throwing barley bales to the crowd by flipping the biggest woman in the ring onto her shoulders and teaching Celia some respect with a falling Powerbomb!
FALLING POWERBOMB:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=p-0uuUS4CfA
Lying on the mat, Blassenville grimaced and shook her head, clearing her mind to reassess her new patient’s abilities. Olunike pushed to her feet, “Why do you high-class degens have to make everything so complicated?” She seized Blassenville by the hands and pulled the Super Destroyer to her feet, then yanked Blassenville into a Headbutt to the heart. “It’s like algebra… why you gotta put numbers and letters together? Why can’t you just go fuck yourself?”
There’s a wobble in the redhead’s legs and a small groan from her lips that had her partner Clayton slightly anxious… The One Woman Army barked from the Psy Ops corner and slapped the buckle, “Get serious, Celia!” Olunike grabbed the big woman by the wrist and bicep, took a big step and Irish Whipped Blassenville into the cables. Celia’s gait seemed steady, and she hit the ropes with her back, rebounding back to the Canuck fast, ring echoing with the booming steps of her boots. Olunike planted her feet and looked to chop down her redwood of an opponent with a Knife-Edge Chop but the blade of Waite’s hand missed its target by a ponytail hair; Celia ducked in time to avoid the chop and skidded behind the Canuck. Olunike whirled around and lunged for the sadist just to find her hands taken in a Test of Strength; Celia pushed Olunike back a couple of steps before the challenger steeled up and halted the progression. The stalemate disappeared as soon as it’s set, The Crimson Cagliostro uses their tethers to spin Olunike and pull her back against Celia’s front, crossing the farmgirl’s arms tight against her belly. With the subtlest flex of her buttocks, Celia lifted Waite up and over, dropping the challenger on her neck and shoulders and putting her knees by her ears. The psychologist maintained the bridge, pointing Waite’s steel buns to lights as she went for a pinfall. Celia turned her head to look at her partner as Ref. Carpenter made their defence official.
“I’m always serious, Rebecca.”
STRAIGHTJACKET GERMAN SUPLEX
i.imgur.com/VfTEEZK.mp4
ONE…
TWNOOO!
Olunike powered out of the cover into a hands-free headstand and toppled onto her front. Celia rolled to a knee as Becky loudly questioned the referee’s honour, and Hazeema hyped up her client, “That’s great, Olly! Now get over, it’s time for a tag!” Olunike’s of a similar mind and tried in vain to beat Blassenville to standing to head to the Northern corner(officially and directionally); just as she’s rising out of a crouch, Waite’s bullied into the ropes by the sadistic shrink and doubled over with a Broadside Kneelift. Celia continued her therapizing as she pulled Olunike into a face-purpling Headscissors, making the challenger the envy of many a fan who’s offered the doctor ludicrous amounts of money for the same opportunity.
“Given your vocabulary and esoteric manner of speaking, you’re not unintelligent.” Celia bent over pressing against Waite’s back, applying the snuggest of Bear Hugs and trapping Waite’s arms against her sides. “Are you lowering the perception of yourself to lower people’s expectations? Atychiphobia takes many forms.” Celia straightened up, framing her beautiful face with Olunike’s ebony stems and made a trek around the perimeter of the ring, bopping Olunike in the back of the skull every few steps. She stayed well out of reach for a tag as she passed Becky, calling out, “I’ll be with you in a moment.” The soldier rolled her eyes and impatiently bounced her boot on the buckle. Back in the ring, the Crimson Cagliostro had shown off her prey to three-fourths of the arena while letting the blood rush to Olunike’s brain; she stopped to face the challenger’s corner and take stock of the Canadian team. The pigtailed Hazeema was in an adorable frenzy; yelling for Olunike to slip out, smacking the apron, bouncing up and down on the spot providing an intense distraction for the announcers and the front row with the motions of her mountains. La Sombra, however, seemed... serene? The luchadora just smiled pleasantly at the large woman who had her squirming partner in a precarious position.
“You’re surprisingly calm considering I’m about to destroy your chance at Tag Team gold and more than likely render your partner inactive for a month.” On that dreadful prophecy Blassenville hops into the air and stuck her legs out. The doctor landed safely on her rear while Waite’s cranium was driven into the mat like a lawn dart. A shudder flowed through the Canadian before she teetered into a heap between Blassenville’s splayed legs, the darkly riveting redhead rising while maintaining cold eye contact with La Sombra seeing no change in the painted lady’s expression. “Do you feel relief at your impeding loss even at the expense of your partner? Achievemephobia can feel like self-preservation.”
Celia backpedaled into the ropes and pointed at Becky, readying her partner for an coming tag. As the Temptress recoiled into a jog, La Sobra shook her head cooing, “No.” Celia leapt into the air and stretched out for a Splash- and gets caught by a surging Olunike! On her feet in the blink of an eye, The toughest Lady in Letterkenny had the wrongfooted therapist across her shoulders in a Fireman’s Carry and ripped into an Airplane Spin as swift as the propeller on The de Havilland Beaver!
“I just know a Pilderiver is like a fresh cup of Timmy’s for Olunike.”
After twenty blinding fast revolutions, Olunike backed up closer to her corner, shockingly showing no signs of dizziness unlike the softly groaning Celia, and splattered the champ with a Samoan Drop.
SAMOAN DROP:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=LUHpy5ye4Xg
Waite disrespectfully backrolled over the middle of her human pillow into a seat within tagging distance of La Sombra, which she did hastily.
“The big gal’s a talker,” Olunike reached up and slapped palms the with her Mexi-Canadian soul sister.
La Sombra chuckled as she launched into a perch on top of the post. “Therapists often need therapy.” The Luchadora jumped into the air and gracefully arced into a legs up/spine down at the apex of her jump, the high flying portion of The Coalition falling like a piano on Blassenville’s abs!
DIVING SENTON
youtu.be/YLXcYtaN8P4?t=70
All of the redhead’s long limbs flailed up as a hoarse cry erupted from Celia’s lips from the 56kg dropping on her middle! Sombra easily wrangled both of the champ’s legs behind the knee and pulled the stems deep for a pin, sheepishly beckoning the camera closer so it could zoom in on Celia’s glutes as she handed The Northern Coalition their gold.
The camera did indeed zoom in, thus ensuring the folks at home had an excellent view of Blassenville glued to the mat for a count of...
ONE...
TWO...
THRNOOOO!
Becky was halfway across the ring with a Double Axehandle raised overhead when the Temptress kicked loose without assistance. Olunike, Hazeema and Al all called out Clayton's encroachment at once with the latter quickly shooing Bex back to her corner. She went without complaint, though the flinty look she locked on Waite suggested she wasn't even sort of finished with the Toughest Lady in Letterkenny.
As for La Sombra, she was far too preoccupied scraping Blassenville off the deck to heed any distractions already covered by the rest of the Coalition. Setting the redhead on her feet with a hefty handful of shoulder-straps, La Sombra turned around and captured Blassenville's nefarious noggin in a Three Quarters Facelock she wrenched to one side as repayment for the Cravate Olunike had endured earlier. Celia grimaced, pounded a heavy shot into the luchadora's ribs and promptly reloaded for a second but La Sombra put a stop to that by yanking the Destroyer's head down while shooting her own knee up, the face-painted beauty THWHONKING Celia's forehead with a huge Kneelift! The Crimson Cagliostro staggered without going down so La Sombra wrenched her hold once more and delivered two more Kneelifts, the last of which brought Blassenville to all fours.
CRAVATE W/ HIGH KNEE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=uWeoGF4u4WM
Mildly irritated at the prospect of lugging the powerhouse back to her feet once again, La Sombra was simultaneously relieved and concerned when Celia huffed and rose to one knee like she meant to be vertical within a matter of heartbeats. Blassenville being upright of her own accord definitely wasn't part of the challenger's plan so she braced her left foot against Celia's posted thigh and boosted herself up high enough to THWHACK a stiff Enzugiri across the side of her champ's skull! Blassenville whipped around with the impact, landed flat on her stomach and made it to all fours even as La Sombra was scrambling to boot-leather.
STEP-UP ENZUGIRI:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=ycEzYU6_O5w
Bound and determined to make the Destroyer stay down for more than a moment, the Laughing Skull delivered a single Soccer Kick to Blassenville's ribs, then whipped around and ran the ropes with a palpable sense of urgency. Bearing down on her target shortly thereafter, La Sombra took flight and leaned back with her knees drawn up against her chest to bring every bit of her fifty-six kilograms down on the small of Celia's back in a huge Senton! Blassenville crumpled under the attack, rolled over and sat-up THWHACK! La Sombra stapled a Basement Super Kick to the redhead's chin, then pounced on her with a miniature Splash and hooked the far leg for...
RUNNING SENTON:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=PkAMyJy9c9c
ONE...
TWO...
THRNOOOO!
The Temptress fought out, though La Sombra was relieved to realize she'd twisted onto one side like a normal person and not sat up showing no ill effects from the accumulated head trauma.
“You're wearing her down, Lucia!” McMurray confidently proclaimed as she pounded the apron with her palms. “Keep at it and you'll have gold around your waist before the night's over!”
Olunike offered similar assurances. “She's not fast enough to keep up with you. Just stick and move and--”
“I'd tag out as fast I could, asshole.” Becky interrupted from the Psy Ops side of the ring. Scowling, the luchadora helped herself to a double handful of Celia's braid and started hauling her upright while turning a baleful glare on the former World Champion. Clayton didn't seem to mind at all. “Yeah, you think you're doing good now, don't ya? So did Lily Burlingame until the Doc swatted her out of the sky like a paper airpl--”
La Sombra switched over to a Wristlock, stepped back and dropped a shoulder to send Blassenville rushing to a neutral corner courtesy an Irish Whip. Celia whipped around and smashed into the buckles with a low BWUNG which was exactly where the Laughing Skull wanted her at the moment. Delaying just long enough to shimmy her hips in Clayton's direction, La Sombra shot across the canvas and THWHAPPED her right palm into the not so good doctor's chin with a beautiful Shotei that echoed throughout the arena!
SHOTEI:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=m6EY5XDvbFg
With Blassenville looking more mortal by the second, the challenger palmed the back of her head and sent stumbling toward the middle of the ring so the Letterkenny Luchadora could slip out onto the apron and vault into position on the top turnbuckle. The crowd bellowed loud enough to overwhelm Becky's shouted warning, though the abrupt increase in noise did cause a ramshackle Celia to turn in a half circle just as La Sombra lept out into the lights for a gorgeous Avalanche Crossbod--“HHHHHRRRRGGGHHHHH!”
The Mistress of Puppets yanked the strings on several thousand FAWNatics all at once when she hopped off her left foot and THWHUMPED the right into La Sombra's sternum with a Pump Kick that sent the brunette crashing to the deck in a breathless heap!
The force of the counter knocked Celia off balance, but she steadied out soon enough, certainly far quicker than her opponent who was curled in a near fetal ball on the canvas. “How 'bout a tag, Doc?” Clayton called to her partner in crime. “Looks like you could use a breather.”
Celia turned to Bex with hands on her hips and nodded. “You are quite correct, Rebecca. Yet I believe a point must be made before I put this experiment back in your infinitely capable hands.” Celia flicked her eyes toward the challenger's corner and Clayton dipped her head ever so slightly.
“Say no more, Doc.”
Plan set, Blassenville turned back to the splattered highflyer and scraped her off the deck with a massive handful of hair before swinging around behind to pinion La Sombra's arms high overhead in a Full Nelson. Forcing the challenger's chin into the depths of her own copious cleavage, the Temptress pivoted so they were both facing the Coalition corner and Olunike in particular. “Tell me,” she asked Waite, “is her spine is durable as your skull?” Celia didn't wait for an answer, she simply muscled La Sombra high into the air, then halved the Nelson and went down on one knee to THWHUMP the Laughing Skull across the strong plank of her thigh!
FULL NELSON BACKBREAKER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=xfiYCAVjBl8
Sombra bounced clear and flopped onto her stomach which might've prevented a pin if Blassenville had considered one. Instead she returned to the hair-hold and used it to haul La Sombra upright. From there Blassenville moved 'round behind and slipped her right arm between the challenger's thighs while her left hand cupped La Sombra's chin. Understandable rumbles of concern from those assembled when Celia straightened up and craaaaaaaaaaaaaaanked down on both ends to wrench her foe's spine in an agonizing Torture Rack!
TORTURE RACK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=gyWUkritcpw
La Sombra groaned and flailed in the awful grip, but Blassenville didn't ask for a surrender. Indeed she didn't ask for anything, choosing instead to keep her eyes trained on Olunike as she sloooowly began to bring her hands together. Waite knew she was being taunted, challenged. She knew Lucia could handle her business just fine, but she also knew that if the Temptress locked her hands it wouldn't just ensure a submission, it would almost assuredly inflict a costly injur-- Olunike vaulted over the ropes and raced at the redhead only for Celia to backpedal most of the way to the champ's corner!
Quick to position herself so that Carpenter was between Olunike and herself, Celia snapped, “Algernon, please be so kind as to remind this country mouse that TAGGING is an integral part of Tag Team wrestling!”
Olunike fumed, refused to give ground when the official took hold of one elbow. “I'm gonna punch you in the mouth next chance I get, honey. Let's see how easy it is for you to look down on someone when you're on your ass looking up at the lights.”
Celia smiled a little wider, jounced the Torture Rack that much harder. “There she is. There's the REAL Olunike Waite. Such eloquence must make you the pride of the dung far--”
Waite lunged only to draw back when she heard the crowd cry out in alarm! A single glance told her that Clayton was no longer in the Psy Ops corner and by the time Olunike had located the Camouflage Crusher, she'd BWUNKED Hazeema's forehead against the steel ring-post almost half a dozen times!
Sensing an unfriendly gaze upon her, Bex looked up and blew a kiss to Olunike before she secured her victim by waistband and tresses and pitched her over the guardrail into the front row FAWNatics!
“You scheming bitch.” Waite dismissed Blassenville at once and sprinted to the far side of the ring to defend McMurray from any further mauling. She was about halfway through the ropes when Celia spun La Sombra off her shoulders and out around front so she could cinch hold of the luchadora's thighs and drop to her butt to THAWHAM her against the mat with a huge Powerbomb! Momentarily torn by indecision, Olunike turned back to assist her partner while Al and the rest of the crowd counted off...
TORTURE RACK POWERBOMB:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=EgW4kkhfBsA
ONE...
TWO...
THRENOOOOOOOO!
Tape would later show that La Sombra inched a shoulder off the mat prior to 'THREE!' though this didn't stop Olunike from stuffing a rough kick into the champion's chest!
Celia was knocked away from the cover but Waite didn't get a chance to do any additional damage because Al looped an arm around her waist and started dragging her toward the Coalition corner. She'd just set foot on the apron when the Temptress tittered, “Your attention please, Algernon!” Challenger and official both glanced in that direction so there was no doubt about the legitimacy of the tag when Blassenville and Clayton slapped hands to exchange positions on the field of battle.
“Alright, fake-a-dor. Therapy’s over, now you gotta deal with real life.” Becky snatched a handful of La Sombra’s long, raven locks and pulled her wincing to her feet. The only Lightweight in the match tried to fight her way out by punching up and down the ladders of lycra that made the ex-world Champion’s gear famous, but that Torture Rack really sapped Sombra’s strength and it turned that burst of violence into little more than some aggressive massaging. Becky chuckled mockingly and rattled the small Canadian’s teeth with a European Uppercut, swinging her bicep up and hard under La Sombra’s chin and cutting the power to her legs, the challenger dropped back to her knees and elbows with an anguished moan. Becky grabbed La Sombra by the scruff of the neck and roughly raised her up. “Did you think you were funny shaking your ass at me?!” She wrapped her fingers around the Coalitionite’s throat and started choking the life out of Sombra!
As her partner’s gagging and grasping at the solider’s wrists, Olunike’s slapping the turnbuckle of her corner like a madwoman trying to get the ref to act! “Get your hands off her!!”
Al’s already on the case; skipping the warning knowing Clayton would ignore he went straight to the count, “ONE! TWO! THREE!” Clayton broke the choke only to place her hands on Sombra’s chest and between her legs then haul the Luchadora high into the air with a Military Press. Becky basked in the boos from the FAWNatics as she went on a stroll around the ring, parading the weakly kicking challenger above her head like Sombra’s an alluring dumbbell. It’s at this time Hazeema clumsily clambered her over the guardrail with some helpful (and groping) hands from the audience. Adjusting her clothes back to an acceptable state, The DM&M speedwalked over to the side of the ring closest to the legal wrestlers yelling at the unruly American in hopes to provide a distraction.
“How about you try that Tom Foolery when I can strike back!? I’ll tap you out faster than your first title run!”
Becky’s smart enough to know what Hazeema’s doing but her first World title’s still a big sore spot for the brunette, “Oh yeah!? How about you try it you-!” Sombra wriggled out of Becky’s hands and landed behind the champion, unleashing a salvo of kicks that tenderized her calf and thigh. Once the wrong-footed Becky began to wilt under the attack Sombra whirled about and headed for the ropes- A hand caught La Sombra’s trailing hair as she started to run and with a scalp-searing rip pulled La Sombra off her feet into a harsh fall that banged the back of her head against the canvas. Olunike, Hazeema, and Ref. Carpenter all harp at Becky on the legality of hair-pulling, but the Tag champ ignored them and purposefully dragged the challenger back up by the follicles. Celia watched silently from Psy Ops corner, content with her partner’s performance so far. Becky jawed at Olunike as she buggywhipped La Sombra into the ropes “You make a better ref than a tag partner!”
Olunike glowered and white-knuckle gripped the tag rope as the dragoon from Denver blew Sombra off her feet a Big Boot and then kicked her face down on the canvas. Clayton reminded the viewers she’s not just a bruiser by contorting La Sombra’s legs into a modified Stump Puller; forcing the Mexi-Canadian’s right ankle into the pit of her left knee, then Clayton took a seat on the stems to add her body weight into the mix as she PULLED on La Sombra’s left foot. The Laughing Skull was almost crying at the burning in her lower joints and cried out when Becky daggered an elbow into her spine at the base of her neck and grrrrrrrrrrrooooound it like a pestle against a mortar.
youtu.be/2llO7foYodc?list=PLeRPsdtvusXicZWty_gxmP_hpT-egyHqb&t=396
“Feeling tough watching me break your widdle buddy?” Clayton blew a kiss at Olunike who fumed watching the vindictive veteran punish her partner, Hazzema jogged over to face La Sombra from the outside, encouraging her client not to give up and to crawl to the ropes.
Al Carpenter’s genuflecting near the pretzeled wrestlers doing his duties, “Do you want to call it, La Sombra?” She scrunched her face and shook her head vehemently in the negative, her truck still had gas.
With a grin, Becky stopped grinding her elbow into La Sombra and palmed the back of her skull, ramming the Canuck’s face into the mat and rubbing it back and forth against the coarse material. “Your makeup is awful, you look like a clown!”
Olunike’s halfway over the ropes and snarling “Just wait till I’m legal. I’ll turn your face into cheap poutine!”
Becky winked infuriatingly at the farmer as undid the Stump Puller and rose with La Sombra in a Hammerlock, “Yeah, good luck with that.” As the BFG played mind games with the other half of the Northern Coalition, La Sombra reached up and grabbed the back of Becky’s head and with a pump of her strong legs, flipped up the startled soldier and landed behind Becky in a crouch. Becky uttered a squawk of indignation as La Sombra threw an arm between her legs and put her on her shoulders with a Roll Up!
ONE!
TWO!
THNOOO!!
Becky twisted out of the cover just in time and scampered to her feet- CRACK! La Sombra disoriented Becky and earned a little payback with a hateful Bitch Slap that whipped her head to the side, then backed her up with one, then two Knife-edge Chops that pinked the champion’s chest. Fans hoping for a title change were on their feet at La Sombra’s resurgence and cheered as she fired a Shotei to jack Clayton’s jaw- and missed! The veteran leaned out of the trajectory of the hand missile and hugged La Sombra’s waist, she lifts and spun the luchadora 540 degrees, then fell to her knees as she threw the challenger against the mat!
TILT-A-WHIRL SLAM
www.youtube.com/watch?v=aLk9ieaMT8Y
The arena went quiet as the fans’ hopes for the challengers were dashed upon the rocks of the champions’ skill. La Sombra’s spreadeagled and groaning as Becky pushed on her navel to stand and turned her head to Blassenville, “Good for a dip?”
Celia nodded and formally outstretched her hand for a tag. “That would be refreshing.”
Becky pulled at Sombra’s ear till the whining Canadian’s on all fours and more easily dogwalked by the hair to Psy Ops’ corner. Celia and Becky slapped hands making the doctor the legal woman of their team; Celia quickly entered the Squared Circle as Clayton roughly raised La Sombra off the canvas and backed her into the ropes opposite of the Psy half of their team. Clayton Irish Whipped the Lightweight into a rubbery run straight into the waiting arms of Celia; going with La Sombra’s momentum, the doctor quite literally swept the Canadian off her feet, swinging through four full rotations before using her to make a crater in the ring with a devastating Mental Spiral!
MENTAL SPIRAL
www.youtube.com/watch?v=FrTrM13SY1Y
Clayton quietly exited the ring as Blassenville pushed up on the suffering La Sombra’s body; one hand flattening a breast, the other pressing in her fluttering tummy for a cover.
ONE!
TWO!!
THRENOOOOOOOO!!!
La Sombra showed she had the heart of a champion by kicking out at the absolute last second, but the N.C. still needed to prove they could become them. Eager to get back in the fight, Olunike started a rhythmic clap that McMurray backed up and the crowd quickly followed suit.
CLAP-CLAP-CLAP-CLAP-CLAP-CLAP-CLAP….
Blassenville dragged the limp La Sombra up and put her in a skull-flattening Side Headlock, using all the power in her brawny arm to make the flush visible through the challenger’s face paint. Blassenville walked to her corner with her weakly struggling prey in tow and tagged Clayton back into the match, “She refuses to go to sleep, Somniphobia can be a curse and a blessing.”
“You are in a specific mood today.” Becky noted as she dug a Kneelift into Sombra’s tummy before taking over the Headlock, Celia swung a leg through the ropes as the BFG forces La Sombra deeper into the ring and Irish Whips her to- Sombra dropped into a deep crouch halting the Whip then reversed it! Now Clayton's running to the ropes with the Lightweight two steps behind; perhaps it's desperation fueling a second wind, but it didn't matter to Becky, she’s not worried after all the punishment dished out to the multinational challenger all match. Becky spun on a heel to hit the ropes with her back-
THAWHAM!
La Sombra shot into a Baseball Slide grabbing Becky's ankle as she slid out of the ring and tripped the champion into a fall that's broken by her face! Eyes watering and scatterbrained from her meeting with the canvas, Becky speedily and clumsily tried to get to her feet, unable to comprehend the warnings from Celia or the roar of the crowd as La Sombra climbed back onto the apron and slingshotted herself to an impressive stance on the top rope, balancing like she’s on solid ground. The Laughing Skull leapt off the strand and landed a magnificent, some might say Sensational Leg Drop on the back of Clayton’s neck, planting the veteran’s splendid features against the mat once again!
youtu.be/ImDFKa5Q440?list=PLeRPsdtvusXicZWty_gxmP_hpT-egyHqb (01:41)
Clayton’s face-down and rubbing the back of her neck, groaning as La Sombra rolled away from the Destroyer and labouriously army crawled to her team’s corner because she knew she didn't have the strength to pin the solider in this moment. Blassenville’s face was unreadable as always but the slight twitch in her pinky said she wanted Clayton to get up and tag her in as fast as possible. In sharp contrast, Hazeema and Olunike were raging bulls locked in their pens, bouncing in their frenzy and shouting support for their soul sister.
“I’m right here, Lucia! Just a little farther.”
“Come on, baby! You’re almost there!'
Clayton’s beginning to gather her wits and getting her knees under her, she looked around the burning white of the canvas for the curvy Canuck… the one that’s wrestling tonight. She got a clue about Sombra’s direction when she heard a loud Clap! She whipped her head in the direction of the sound and saw a mad-as-heck Olunike vaulting over the top strand as the legal wrestler while La Sombra rolled under the bottom into Hazeema’s care.
Olunike had a whole heap of aggression to take out on the rude excuse of a champion, she ran straight at Clayton barking “Go Time!”
The veteran’s right there to meet her, dashing toward the statuesque brawler “Go then!” and Thwacks! Olunike across the chest with a Knife-edge but the challenger walked right through it to Clayton’s six. They both spun to face each other- THWACK! Olunike took Clayton off her feet with a Double Chop! As Becky’s wincing on the ground, Olunike retreated to the nearest cables and bumped off them into a leaning fall akin to a chopped-down tree, hammering her impossibly hard skull against Becky’s.
ONE TOO MANY
youtu.be/lVnDA16mSjw?t=167
“Gahhh!” Becky cried out at the church bells going off in her brain as she forced herself to rise so she could throw some hands. Unfortunately as the BFG’s getting vertical, Waite’s sprinting across the ring to get a speed boost from the cables which assisted a running leap that turned Waite into a human torpedo. As soon as Becky’s standing straight she saw the top of Olunike’s dome coming at her at 70 kilometres per hour!
IN IT TO WIN IT
youtu.be/EBpzWd1UJVU?t=200
The second head-to-head put Clayton back on the mat and counting the lights with a wail, it’s like the farmer spent her youth dueling with mountain goats instead of…anything else. And going by the way Olunike kipped up and climbed to the top of a corner quick as a Whip, she may have! Olunike did an about-face on her perch and went as stiff and straight as a board, tilting then falling toward the more than likely concussed Clayton and striking a Diving Headbutt.
FAR TOO MANY
youtu.be/lVnDA16mSjw?t=1295
Becky shuddered from the third brain bashing within a minute and her limbs jerked of their own accord, her neurons firing confused and clashing signals. Celia’s cool composure begsn to crack; her mouth slightly agape and her eyes wide, Celia’s concern for their titles was minuscule compared to her curiosity with Olunike’s brain matter, “I must see her scans…”
Waite shifted on her knees to Clayton’s stems and raised them onto her shoulders, crawling forward to bundle the champion into the tightest ball possible to get a secure three count.
ONE...
TWO...
THRENOOOOOOOO!
Bex powered out of the cover despite the mounting head trauma and now it's Hazeema's turn to look upon the action with more than a little consternation. Olunike however seemed far from concerned, if anything the champ's resilience was perfect justification for piling on more punishment. Dragging the Camouflage Crusher to her feet with a double handful of hair, Waite slipped 'round behind and dipped her head beneath Clayton's left arm while also hooking her right arm across the brunette's lower back. From there she muscled her up onto the ball of her right shoulder and the FAWNatics gasped in surprise as it seemed a Backdrop Suplex was in the offering! But no, instead the challenger rushed to a neutral corner and slung her burden forward and down, an effort that ended with Becky seated on the middle rope facing the corner while her forehead BWUUUNGED against the top buckle!
RUNNING BELLY TO BACK FACEBUSTER TO BUCKLE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=uV4esrycP1s
Left to her own devices she would've bounced away from the unpleasant perch to land in a heap on the canvas. Alas she was not left to her own devices as Olunike braced her hands against Clayton's shoulders to ensure she didn't go anywhere. Draping Becky's arms over the top rope provided all the extra anchoring Waite needed so she raced across the canvas to the far corner where she skipped onto the middle buckle, hopped off and twisted around to start her return trip without slowing down. The FAWNatics cheered uproariously as the Letterkenny Express rolled into the station while Celia just looked on with a mixture of interest and concern, the latter perhaps a bit more in evidence when Waite THWHACKED a massive Forearm Smash into the base of her opponent's skull!
Bex juddered all over but still couldn't find her way clear of this Seat of Woe, especially not when Olunike mounted the second strand and snatched a handful of hair! Wrenching the woozy Destroyer's head back at a sharp angle, Waite balled her free hand into a fist and raised it high overhead. This was all the instruction the crowd needed, though it didn't stop McMurray from bellowing “COUNT 'EM OFF!” before Waite smashed her first punch into the brunette's hairline.
And count 'em off they did, those assembled for Spring Break more than happy to keep pace with Olunike as she put dent after dent in the champ's noggin. 'ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR! FIVE! SIX! SEVEN! EIGHT! NINE!' Olunike paused to offer up a brawny bicep flex, then kissed her knuckles and delivered them once more unto Clayton's dome. 'TEN!'
Hopping down from the corner before Al could ask it of her, Waite turned her back on the challenger, then reached back and clamped down on Becky's biceps. A bit of muscling and lifting extricated the One Woman Army and left her hoisted high, Clayton's arms spread wide and her tush resting heavily against the back of Waite's head. Nodding along as Hazeema led the crowd in a boisterous cheer, Waite tromped forward a few steps just to hurl Bex to the canvas, the brunette THWHAMMED flat on her back by the Release Crucifix Powerbomb! The force of it folded the former World Champion into an involuntary Matchbook so Olunike Splashed down across Clayton's upturned haunches to keep her glued in place for a count of...
RELEASE CRUCIFIX POWERBOMB:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=g5n8ezko6AM
ONE...
TWO...
THRE--“HHHRRRRGGGGHHH!”
Celia broke up the cover at the last second not with a frantic Double Axehandle or Forearm Smash, rather the Mistress of Puppets interrupted with a single, almost casual looking Toe Kick, one that saw the point of her left boot gouge Olunike's right eye! Waite yelped and tumbled away at once, the palm of one hand rubbing furiously at her watering eye.
As for Celia, she raised her hands to protest her innocence only to get BLASTED in the chest by a Springboard Dropkick delivered all the way from the challenger's side of town courtesy the Laughing Skull! Blassenville took the blow flush, backpedaled into the ropes and tumbled over to hit the floor on her feet in a show of balance that earned grudging appreciation from those gathered in the first several rows.
La Sombra was appreciative too, albeit only because the redhead's continued verticality meant she didn't have to wait to press the attack. Instead she juked around Al to get to the edge, grabbed the top rope in both hands and vaulted over into a gorgeous Slingshot Plancha that brought her crashing down on NO! Celia caught the luchadora out of the air and immediately THWHUNKED her spine-first against the edge of the apron!
More might've been in the offering if not for the timely intervention of one Hazeema McMurray, who rounded the corner on a beeline for the Temptress. “Hey, put her down, asshole!” the DM&M bellowed as she closed ground. “Don't make me tell you agaNNNNGGGHHH!”
Blatantly ignoring the Coalitionite's demand, Celia stepped away from the apron with La Sombra still strapped across her chest and delivered a brutal Big Boot to her would-be rescuer's chin! Hazeema went down in a heap and that's when Blassenville did as requested the Crimson Cagliostro going up on tiptoe just to drop forward and down, Celia using Sombra to splatter McMurray with a makeshift Senton while also crushing the highflyer with a Falling Power Slam!
Back in the squared circle, the legal members of both teams were making their way toward verticality with Olunike a few steps ahead. Still blinking off the worst of that malicious attack on her eye, Waite adjusted her position to stay in Clayton's blind-spot while she carefully crooked her right arm into a tire iron and-- Waite rushed in and whipped around in a half circle, her right elbow aimed at the point of Bex's ch-NO ONE HOME!
The BFG dipped beneath the Moosejawbreaker and swung around behind the challenger! She was preparing for another round of furious fisticuffs when she heard Celia murmur, “Her eyes aren't nearly as hard as the rest of her head, Rebecca.” Clayton cursed herself an idiot for not making the connection herself, but it didn't stop her from palming Waite's head in her hands the instant she turned around.
“AAAARRRRHHHHH!” Becky jabbed her thumbs into the Canadian's eyes, then THWHUMPED a pitiless Kneelift into her crotch when Olunike tried to prize those claws away!
“Knock that off, dammit!” Carpenter ordered as Waite crumpled into a sloppy clench. “You're better than that, Clayton!”
“Better than her, too.” she smirked. “Lemme show ya.”
Wrapping one hand around Olunike's throat, Bex stuffed the other between her foe's thighs and squeezed entirely harder than necessary as she muscled Waite into the sky with a Military Press. “I don't care how hard your head is,” she grunted. “EVERYTHING breaks if you hit it hard enough.” Eager to test this assertion, Clayton tromped toward a neutral corner as quick as she could and toss-dropped Waite into a short free-fall that culminated with her forehead BWUNGING against the roughly-padded steel!
MILITARY PRESS SNAKE-EYES:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZakjDrEMM68
Olunike's head snapped back and she wobbled uncertainly but she was far from the crumpled heap that Becky wanted so she snatched the smaller wrestler's noggin in a snug Side Headlock, pressed her face to the rubber-coated steel and slowly draaaaaaaaaaagged her face along the full length of the top rope until she reached the Psy Ops corner. “Bitch has a freakishly hard head.” Clayton huffed after tagging Blassenville. “Any suggestions?”
“Piledriver.” Celia replied with no hesitation. “You lift, I'll assist.”
The brunette nodded, scraped Waite out of the corner and turned her around into a Standing Headscissors that segued perfectly into the stall position for a Piledriver. As for Celia, she slipped into the ring and immediately boosted herself into a perch on the second rope. The champions exchanged a nod and then Blassenville hopped off, the Crimson Cagliostro pressing her hands to the soles of Olunike's boots to add her strength to Becky's when the Camouflage Crusher dropped to a seat and SPIKED Waite's noggin into the canvas!
SPIKE PILEDRIVER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=auaheLWJJn8
Olunike rolled away from her tormentors, sat up and reached a hand toward the Coalition's empty corner before everything caught up and she slopped onto her side in a glassy eyed heap. She'd barely had a chance to catch her breath when Celia buried both hands in Waite's hair and peeled her off the deck. “Your pain tolerance is astounding, but it's also your undoing.” Blassenville explained as she turned her back on the challenger. In the next instant she reached back, seized Olunike by the biceps and hoisted her up so that Waite's tummy was snug against the back of her head. “You think that you can simply power through, ignore the trauma and it will cause no lasting effects. But there's always an effect, Ms. Waite. Even if you can't feel it, there's always an effect. And eventually their combined weight is too much for even you to ignore.” On that ominous note Celia wheeled toward the champ's corner, then stormed forward and laid out on her belly while simultaneously tossing Olunike down so that she THWHUNKED high and tight on the back of her head and shoulders!
THE MONSTER STUDY @ 00:04
www.youtube.com/watch?v=fGlHTY1HEEI
The Monster Study left Waite stretched out on one side in perfect position for a cover, so everyone was surprised when Celia bypassed the pin and slapped Becky's palm. “Let's be thorough, shall we?”
“Oh yes, we shall.”
Clayton hopped over the ropes while Blassenville returned to the smoldering wreckage of Olunike Waite and hauled her to boot-leather. A Toe Kick led to another Standing Headscissors causing the FAWNatics to fear for a second Spike Piledriver, instead the Temptress cinched her arms around the Canadian's fluttering midsection and lifted her up onto the point of her right shoulder. Shifting from the Waistlock to identical grips on Waite's biceps, Celia boosted the Crucifix a little bit higher as Becky maneuvered into position. An exchange of nods saw Blassenville flip Olunike forward and down while Bex rushed in, the Peacekeeper catching hold of the challenger's noggin in a Three Quarters Facelock that transformed the Dominator into an Ace Crusher that PLANTED Olunike on her face, chest and belly!
MK ULTRA @ 3:05
www.youtube.com/watch?v=JQ55b1nOcBI
Blasted far beyond her physical and mental limits by the awful influence of MK Ultra, Waite couldn't even murmur her distress when Becky swung a leg over and engulfed her in a Reverse Face Sit, the challenger's pretty visage all butt obscured by camouflaged callipygian cruelty as Al and the dispirited FAWNatics tolled...
ONE...
TWO...
A weary La Sombra dove under the bottom rope only to get caught with a boot to the ribs from Celia that sent her skidding across the canvas in time with...
THREE!
Clayton could've rose with the sound of the bell, instead she gave her buns a slap 'n jostle and tacked on a prolonged clench to make Olunike was still nose-deep in despair when the Announcer confirmed, “Ladies and gentlemen, your winners via pin-fall and STILL the FAWN Tag Team Champions... BECKY CLAYTON AND CELIA BLASSENVILLE!”
Al tried to offer the winners their prize, but Celia had worked her hands into La Sombra's hair and Becky was still enjoying her seat from atop Mt. Waite.
“A great deal of disrespect was shown this evening.” Blassenville explained as she stuffed the Laughing Skull into a Standing Headscissors. “I believe it's only fair to remind everyone that such insolence carries a very high price, especially for the defeated.” With that she snaked her arms around Sombra's waist and effortlessly muscled her up across her shoulder in spine-cracking Canadian Backbreaker!
CANADIAN BACKBREAKER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=OF76fLbtYSw
The luchadora's piercing wails drew Becky's attention, her eyes lighting up at the sight. “Oooooohhhh, I wanna play too, Doc!” Relinquishing her throne after a final flex, Becky got to her feet and forced Olunike to do the same, though she didn't stay there more than a second or two. That's because the One Woman Army moved around behind and slipped an arm through Waite's thighs before cupping a hand over her chin. The groans of the FAWNatics grew into echoing boos once Becky started to strut around the squared circle with Olunike stretched across her shoulders in an agonizing Torture Rack!
TORTURE RACK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=ovUYLMYiOPw
As for Celia, she remained near the center, though she made a point to rotate in time with Clayton's circuit so the devastated luchadora remained focused on her friend's unconscious counten-- a sliver of hope from the Spring Breakers when Hazeema clambered up onto the apron and-- Becky rushed forward and THWHACKED Waite's boots into the side of McMurray's skull to send her back to the floor in a dispirited heap!
“Where's that hard head now, honeybunch?” Bex shifted her right hand from Olunike's thigh to her crotch for a gaudy, possessive claw grip. “Gonna tell me you're the tuffest when you're racked over my shoulders like a fucking trophy?” Olunike told her nothing, indeed she only burbled in insensate misery as Clayton continued to show her off.
Eventually a flood of black & whites rushed the ring intent on ending the night's experiment so Celia and Becky tossed their challengers aside and claimed their gold instead, Psy Ops raising them high overhead as they left the squared circle to the losers, the medics and the rest of the white mice.