Post by hawkeye on Jul 8, 2023 15:44:06 GMT
“Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall with a thirty minute time limit and it is for the FAWN Tag Team Championship! Introducing first, hailing from Richmond and Minister Fields London, England respectively, they weigh in tonight at a combined two hundred and thirty-five pounds. Ladies and gentlemen… ELIZA BLISS and OLIVIA DARE... THE BLACKBIRDS!
Alongside the cheers, the flight of the Blackbirds was heralded by the aggressive drumbeat of Hooverphonic’s ‘2Wicky’. The crowd roared to its feet, growing all the louder when the lithesome British duo appeared, each greeting their fans with an index finger raised high overhead.
OLIVIA DARE:
ELIZA BLISS:
Entering to Olivia’s accompaniment, Eliza decided to save her voice and the rest of her strength for the towering task ahead, the women turned to each other and shared a high ten before heading their way down the ramp. For tonight's opportunity, (earned by a string of victories over the likes of Diamonds & Pearls, the Frighteners and most recently, the Kane Sisters) 'Liv sported a pair of stormy black bikini briefs edged with silver trim and cut high enough to offer the audience a tantalizing view of her sculpted hips, thighs and calves. The other half of her ensemble includes a matching bustier, also done in black and edged with silver. Short black wrestling shoes and silver knee and elbow pads rounded out the rest of her outfit.
Olivia offered palms and smiles to all those that reached toward her on one side of the aisle, though she did not tarry in her journey, too much was on her mind.
On the other, FAWN’s Superlative Soprano (and fellow former World Champion) did the same, striding confidently toward the battleground where they'd wrest gold from the maniacs that'd terrorized the Tag Division for months. The willowy diva was draped in a diaphanous robe that did little to hide the limber strength of her frame. Reaching the ring, the Queen of the Spotlight grabbed and yanked the sash at her waist, the robe opening and falling to her feet.
Cheers all around as Eliza dazzled in a set of deep blissful blue briefs and a matching sleeveless crop-top that left the whole of her midsection bare. Across the seat of her trunks was a single word in bold white strokes, the script designed to look like it’s been illuminated by a spotlight. It’s simply…’BLISS’. Below and beside, elbow and knees were protected by glossy blue pads, while the Briton’s wrestling boots matched the blue of her briefs.
Olivia strode up the steps at the point of the Blackbird spear, slipping carefully into the squared circle to join Algernon Carpenter. As for Eliza, she raised her arms high, threw back her head and belted out a long, glorious high C that had the FAWNatics cheering even louder by the time it came to an end. Offering a deep curtsy to hard camera once she'd slipped through the strands, Bliss joined Dare in the center of the ring where they went through final inspections and kept a watchful eye trained on the stage.
Carpenter had just finished up when the Sweltering mood went from damp to distressing thanks to nothing more than slow, plinking piano notes.
PSY OPS:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=V5z63Bi_d1I
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, Peacemaker and Puppeteer joined in an alliance that'd brought rack and ruin to the whole of the Tag Division. 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 former World Champions and full-time scarecrows 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 Crimson Cagliostro 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.
The Camouflage Crusher shook her head at once. “No preference, doc. They'll both break just the same, though Bliss might sound a little bit prettier when she does. Might be the only pretty thing to come out of tonight.” Quite satisfied with this assessment, 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!”
The boos got louder, which only ensured Clayton raised her belt all the higher as dual Destroyers tromped up the steel steps and slipped through the ropes. Angered by what she took as an utter lack of deference from the challengers, Becky stormed over to jaw at the challengers while Celia went to the champions' corner and hoisted the gold for all to see. Clayton did the same in the direction of the Brits and though their eyes should've been on the prize, Bliss and Dare kept their attention locked on the Camouflage Crusher save for the briefest of glances.
“What, too afraid to look because you know you're just here to get your asses kicked?” Bex snapped over the jeers of the crowd. “Or maybe you're worried they don't have enough clasps to fit around your bony-ass waisNNNNGGGGGHHHHH!” 'Liv and 'Liza didn't even look at one another, the pair of former World Champions simply hopped forward as one and THWHA-THWHACKED! a pair of Super Kicks to Clayton's unprotected chin!
DOUBLE SUPER KICK @ 00:16
www.youtube.com/watch?v=XKoTU1TqaWA
Becky went down like a felled tree, the thud of body hitting canvas muffled by the uproarious bellow of those gathered for Summer Swelter! The commotion did not go unnoticed by Celia, who looked around from her mount on the second rope and—Dare was already airborne in a Dropkick that drilled against the small of Blassenville's back! Celia dropped the title but retained her perch so Bliss rushed over and hammered at the redhead's lower back while Olivia moved to intercept an understandably concerned Al Carpenter.
“What the hell, Olivia? The match hasn''t even started yet, I still need to check your pads and boo--”
“Olivia dear!” The Oncoming Storm followed Eliza's voice and smiled when she realized the Superlative Soprano had snatched hold of Celia's hair and used it to pull her down so the woozy Destroyer was looking out from between her own parted stems with the nape of her neck pressed against the top turnbuckle.
Dare nodded, held up a finger to Al and said, “Just a moment, this is rather urgent.” She strode to the Psy Ops corner, pointed her right shoulder in that direction and skipped forward to THWHACK Celia with the same Super Kick that'd felled her partner moments prior!
TURNBUCKLE-TRAPPED SUPER KICK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=bAVIZdia6Xc
But where Clayton had crashed to the canvas, the Temptress remained in place, even after Bliss pushed her head clear of the buckle to leave her standing (or rather, slouched) on the second rope. “Looks like G.I. Jane is starting to recover.” Eliza said of Becky, who'd fought to all fours a moment prior. “Shall we deal with her now, or tend to the mad scientist first?”
Olivia, who'd already hooked her left arm around Blassenville's left thigh, patted the champ's hip and said, “Let's not keep the good doctor waiting.” Bliss nodded, took up a position beside her partner and threaded her right arm around Celia's right thigh. Now they did exchange a nod, each Blackbird grabbing hold of their burden's waistband to keep her nice and steady when they tromped out of the corner, then slung Celia forward and down to THWHAM her to the thinly-sheathed plywood with a massive Double Team Powerbomb!
Blassenville landed hard on the back of her head and shoulders, then tumbled over onto her stomach and rolled to the edge of the ring where she might've stayed if Olivia hadn't hurried over and stomped her out into an ignominious landing on the floor!
Elsewhere, Becky Clayton let out a groan and reared back onto her haunches to glare at Eliza Bliss. “You sneaking little shits, you're going to wish you'd never NNNNGGGHHH!” Bliss rushed in and went low, the brunette twisting like a corkscrew to better THWHAP her left bicep offa Clayton's chin! Bex timbered backward, rolled onto her stomach and would have joined her partner on the outside if Bliss hadn't grabbed a double handful of hair and started dragging her upright.
“As I recall, you two hooligans introduced yourselves to the world by blindsiding Lily and Veronica in a locker room one morning. So you'll understand why I don't shed any tears over your righteous indignation.” On that cool note, the Diva swung around behind her adversary and yanked both arms back in a Double Chickenwing while simultaneously pressing the crown of her skull between Clayton's shoulders. From there she twisted around so the wrestlers reversed positions, with Becky's arms pulled forward and her head tucked against the Englishwoman's back.
Already loud, the FAWNatics got downright cacophonous when Dare hurried over and grabbed hold of the BFG's ankles. Dipping to one knee so she could better drape Clayton's ankles over her shoulders, Olivia straightened up and looked to the official. “Did you want to check our pads and boots now? Or after we've won the titles?”
“You can't win the titles yet!” he replied. “I haven't even called for the bell.”
Eliza batted her eyes and said, “Then I'd get on that if I were you. Ready 'Liv?” Olivia answered with a melodic little whistle that got the challengers up on tiptoe before they dropped to the deck in spectacular fashion. Eliza landed on her butt, Olivia on her knees and Becky THWHONKED down flat on her face and chest, the One Woman Army devastated by the double team Decrescendo known as 'Still Life with Crows'.
Damned if Carpenter hadn't turned away from the action to signal the Timekeeper, thus ensuring the bell CLANGED the match to life mere heartbeats before the Blackbirds rolled Becky onto her back and leapt aboard, blonde and brunette crisscrossing the pulverized Destroyer to keep her in place for...
ONE...
TWO...
THRENOOOOOOOO!
Clayton didn't kick out from under that massed pile of Brits, it was Celia Blassenville who dove through the ropes with a last second Shoulderblock to the whole works that kept Psy Ops' reign from ending in the most galling fashion imaginable! Undeniably relieved to have regained even a modicum of control over this experiment gone wrong, Celia clambered to her feet and pointed an imperious finger at the official. “YOU.” she growled. “Get some control over this madness right OOOFFFFFHHH!”
Olivia smashed a Back Kick into the redhead's gut to double her over, then caught a double handful of hair and drew her into a Standing Headscissors. Wrapping her arms around Blassenville's waist, Dare locked her hands and dipped her knees to hoist the Crimson Cagliostro ass over teakettNO! Celia kicked her legs wildly until the Englishwoman returned her to the canvas and once there she snaked her arms around Olivia's thighs so she could stand up with the former World Champion draped down her back like a cape!
“I appreciate the audacity, really, I do.” Blassenville muttered as she looked for an appropriate spot to smash the meddling blonde. “But you simply don't have there wherewithal to HHHRRRGGGGHHH!”
Eliza stepped up beside her and jammed the middle and ring fingers of her right hand into Celia's mouth while her thumb pressed tight against the champ's straining jaw! “I'm afraid you've wildly underestimated us, dear.” Bliss said as the Cleft Note made Blassenville judder all over. “That aura you've cultivated is certainly impressive, but as you can see, we're hardly awe-stru--”
“All right, that's enough Eliza!” Al interrupted. “Get to your corner, now!”
“Oh, right. The match has started. And you decided Olivia's the legal member of our team? Seems a bit unilateral on your part, but very well. Where's my count?”
Carpenter started at once so Eliza didn't dawdle. Rather, she abandoned the Cleft Note and grabbed onto Olivia's ankles so she could pull her partner back to the relative safety of the canvas. Doing so once again forced Celia into the Standing Headscissors and this time there was no counter when the Oncoming Storm hoisted her upside down. “Now, you may feel a slight ringing in your ears.” Olivia said with a sly smile. “That's to be expected. It often occurs in patients with sudden onset gold loss.” With that she hopped up and dropped to a seat, all the better to THWHONK the crown of Celia's skull against the canvas!
PILEDRIVER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=R9lPT6B4L64
Blassenville folded in on herself then collapsed to one side, the big redhead looking very much like a non-factor for the first time in a very long time. As for Becky Clayton, she wasn't faring much better, especially after she struggled to boot-leather and was promptly doubled over by a THWHUMPING Broadside Kneelift from Olivia!
Catching hold of the champ's left wrist as she fought to catch her breath, Dare tugged the captured limb across her throat in a half Straitjacket and tugged her upright just to skewer her midsection with another Kneelift! Sidling into place on Clayton's left when she folded over a second time, Olivia caught hold of the brunette's waistband with her free hand, then hopped up and braced both knees against the center of Becky's back to ensure the most painful landing possible when she dropped down and landed on her back. The shift in position spun Clayton off her feet and she THWHUMPED against those upraised joints only to bounce clear when Dare released her hooks!
DOUBLE DARE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=9GoRlk7bGW8
Knocked into an insensate sprawl by the force of the Double Dare, Clayton offered little in the way of protest when the former World Champion splashed down across her chest and collected both legs in a snug bundle good for the...
ONE...
TWO...
THRNOOOO!
The Camouflage Crusher kicked out with no assistance this time, Becky's reserves still running deep despite the beating she'd already absorbed. Clayton's show of power didn't seem to bother Olivia in the slightest, indeed the willowy blonde was smiling as she scrambled to verticality while Bex was still on all fo--”OOOFFFHHH!”
Dare reared back and swung for the fences with a huge kick to the American's ribs that sent Clayton tumbling onto her back! Becky tried to cover up but Dare wouldn't allow it, or rather she made the champ pay a high price by delivering a quick Knee Drop to her opponent's forehead! The blow hit hard enough to drop Clayton's defenses, so 'Liv swatted the Destroyer's hands away from her aching midsection, then hopped up and stomped down with every bit of her hundred and fifteen pounds, the Oncoming Storm THUMPING her heels into Becky's abdomen with extreme prejudice!
DOUBLE STOMP:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=DBakdwcJyI8
Another awful gasp from the Camouflage Crusher as she sat up in the wake of Olivia's gut churning offense. She'd just started to swaddle her ribs again when the challenger grabbed a double handful of hair and hauled her to verticality. “Snuuuhhhh...sneaking bitch.” Clayton gaped. “I'll break your scarecrow ass in half for UUUNNGGGHHH!”
Olivia broadsided those aching abs with a huge Kneelift, the veteran knowing she had to keep the powerhouse fighting for every breath if she wanted to impose her will. Shifting over to a Wristlock, Dare pointed her foe toward the Blackbirds' corner and sent her off at a run with a big Irish Whip. Eliza saw her coming and hopped down to the floor to avoid any possible retaliation from the brunette, but she needn't have worried because Clayton only spun around and BWUUUNGED back-first into the buckles. Becky hooked her arms over the top rope to keep from losing her footing, alas this proved to be a mistake as it only gave Olivia a better place to put her own feet, which, as you might have guessed, was flush on the tummy of her gut-shot adversary.
The Dropkick THWHAPPED against Clayton's midsection and sent her stumbling free of the corner, the usually domineering champ reduced to a breathless penitent by the Oncoming Storm's targeted campaign. Circling around behind the BFG, Olivia helped herself to a handful of hair and dragged Clayton upright so she could hook her left leg over the other wrestler's left thigh. In the same motion she curled herself across the brunette's back and dipped under her right arm so she could secure a tight Abdominal Stretch! Dare hunkered down at once, all the better to craaaaaaaaaaaaaank her opponent's torso over the encroaching plank of her thigh. To make matters worse, she flattened her right hand into a paddle and slap-slap-SLAPPED the straining flesh as hard as she could.
ABDOMINAL STRETCH:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=pyIznwMgGec
The One Woman Army cried out but offered no other response, so 'Liv turned her attention to Al Carpenter (who looked like he'd finally regained his composure now that the match was 'under control') and said, “Ask her. It sounds like the champ has a tummy ac--”
“Fuck off, Dare.” Clayton huffed. “Unleash everything you've got, it's not nearly enough to beat meAAAARRRRHHHHH BITCH!”
The Briton stopped slapping and started clawing, Olivia taking a bit from the Harley Jo Collins playbook by gouging the tip of her index finger into the brunette's navel to make the Belly Claw all the more painful! “There was a time not too long ago that I never would've used such tactics on you, Rebecca.” Dare explained as she continued to squeeze and knead. “I considered you a friend, one of the very first I made in the WOLF locker room, as a matter of fact. But aligning yourself with Celia? Waging that gutless shadow campaign against Cosmic Noir and Scandalous? Clearly you're not the honorable woman you once were, so I feel no qualms whatsoever treating you as an enemy combatWHOAH!”
The FAWNatics gasped alongside Olivia when Becky dug deep and managed to straighten herself up, an effort that lifted Dare off her feet! “Yuuhhh.... you can treat me like whatever you want, asshole. Long as you remember I'm the fucking champiOOOOWWWWWW FAAAAHK!”
Not ready to abandon the Abdominal Stretch just yet, Olivia broke the Claw, raised that hand high overhead, then brought her elbow down on Bex's ribs no less than half a dozen times! Clayton's legs shivered and she crumpled back to her previous arrangement, meaning the Abdominal Stretch was back in play and hooked deeper than ever. “Ask her.” Olivia was right back to the Belly Claw. “Maybe she's got some sense left after all.”
“What do you say, Becky?” Al checked in from minimum safe distance. “Need me to call it? Just say the word and--”
“Get the fuck out of my face, CarpentTAAAARHHHH!” A shriek of abject agony from the BFG when Dare relinquished her grip and reached that free hand toward the challengers' corner so Eliza could grab on and puuuuuuuuuuulll as hard as she could! Such sneaky efforts would've earned immediate jeers if employed by Psy Ops, yet the crowd had no problem excusing (and in fact endorsing) the strategy when employed against them.
“Still holding on, Bex?” Carpenter asked, still quite ignorant of the Briton's double teaming. “If you've had enough just say the word and I'll--”
“NO!” Clayton shook her head to reinforce the denial, though the shrill tone of her voice suggested she'd at least considered the possibility.
Dare and Bliss had just released their duplicitous clasp when Celia called out from the other side of the squared circle, “Keep your eye on those ropes, Mr. Carpenter. Our little avian friends aren't nearly so honest as they'd have you believe.”
Al looked up and scowled when he realized the top rope was shivering a little more than it should've been under normal circumstances. “Hey! Knock that off. You two know better than that!”
“Of course we do.” Olivia punctuated her retort by SLAPPING Becky's belly. “Not that either of these ladies deserve better. That's why I was reaching for a tag before I realized your attention was diverted by Rebecca's bawling.”
“Fuck you, scrawny.” Clayton interrupted. “We both know I'm going to break you over my knee before this is ovNNGGHHH!”
Olivia delivered another hard slap, then raaaaaaaaked the brunette's flank with a flourish that ended with her reaching back to Eliza in full view of the referee. Smiling prettily for everyone (especially Celia) Bliss made the tag, then slipped through the ropes and circled around in front to THUMP an undefended Toe Kick into the Camouflage Crusher's ribs!
Bex might've collapsed to all fours if Dare hadn't maintained the Abdominal Stretch and even then she doubled over the instant the blonde let loose and took her leave. As for the Superlative Soprano, she dropped to her knees in front of retching Destroyer and THWHAPPED her across the chin with a beautiful Uppercut! Becky reeled on the spot so Eliza popped up, drove a shoulder into that vulnerable gut and smashed her back into the challenger's corner as hard as she could. Most everyone thought the Blackbirds would make another quick tag but no, Eliza stuffed a few more Shoulderblocks home, then earned a startled buzz from those in attendance when she looped her arms around Clayton's upper thighs and boosted her into a seat on the top turnbuckle.
That buzz grew into a roar of incredulous delight when the sinewy bendy-back stuffed one hand against Becky's abs and wrapped the other around her throat to hoist her fellow former World Champion off her perch in a Military Press! Arms and shoulders thrumming with the effort of holding her burden aloft, a beaming Eliza tromped to the center of the ring where she locked eyes with the Temptress before tilting back her head to grace the arena with a glorious high C! The Press cut out when the note did, Bliss abruptly dropping back and drawing both knees tight to her chest while the One Woman Army THWHUMPED gut-first onto those upraised joints!
DRAMATICALLY GOOD GUTBUSTER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=HpDMRd2HtEk
Becky curled in on herself and rolled away, though she didn't move fast enough to prevent Eliza from grabbing on at shoulder and hip. Tugging the crippled champ over onto her back, Bliss punished her with a miniature Splash to ensure Becky was still sucking wind when the Brit hooked the far leg and Al counted off...
ONE...
TWO...
THRENOOOOOOOO!
Replay would later show that Clayton did get a shoulder off the canvas prior to 'THREE!' but no one really noticed at the time because Celia stormed through the ropes and delivered a hard stomp between Eliza's shoulders! The interference brought Olivia into the ring at once, not that she had a chance to get at the Crimson Cagliostro before Blassenville raised her hands and backpedaled to the champions' side of town. “You're not in control of this experiment, little bird.” she told the scowling blonde. “Don't think you are, not even for a second.”
Elsewhere, Eliza helped herself to a double handful of hair so she could pull the traitorous leader of the Howling Commandos to verticality. This gave way to a Wristlock and a Kneelift, the challengers clearly of one mind when it came to absolutely destroying Clayton's ribs. With Bex wheezing like an old tea kettle, Bliss shouldered her away to create a little separation, then dropped her hips and sent the champ on her way with an Irish NO!
Clayton reached the end of her tether and dug in her heels to send the Songbird to the ropes in her stead. The change of plans mattered not to Eliza, her stride was sure as ever when she skipped onto the second strand and launched herself backward, the brunette transforming herself into a hundred and twenty pound missile with her right elbow as the warhe—'OOOOOOOHHHH!' from the FAWNatics when the Peacekeeper got her arms up and caught the inbound Englishwoman in a snug Full Nelson! Sinking into a crouch to gather her reserves (and to brace herself for the inevitable stain on her fucking ribs) Becky let loose with a belligerent war cry and shot up on tiptoes to haul Eliza Bliss high into the air only to let loose and THAWHAM the challenger against the deck with a massive Full Nelson Slam!
FULL NELSON SLAM:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=xdTZLzkMBy8
Eliza landed flat and stayed that way so Clayton planted a boot on either side of her head and dropped to her knees, Bex putting those camouflaged glutes all up in Bliss' face in a tawdry arrangement that got even worse when the brunette crooked one hand into a claw and 'SMECKED' it closed between her foe's thighs! “BITCH!” the One Woman Army snarled down at her trapped adversary, who'd started to squirm like a live wire the instant Clayton secured her grip. “You think you're going to fucking embarrass me? I'll break you over my goddamned knee!”
That certainly didn't sound like the talk of a woman looking to close things out quickly and Bex seemingly didn't notice her foe's shoulders were down even when Al dove in alongside his charges and counted off...
ONE...
TWO...
Olivia flew in from the challenger's side of the ring and threw herself into a Low Dropkick that THUMPED Clayton broadside to break up the cover and the vicious submission in a single stroke! “Meddling insect.” Celia came through the ropes as her partner tumbled off and went straight for the blonde only to come up short when Al scurried between them.
“Back to your corner, Celia!” he ordered without hesitation.
Blassenville didn't take her eyes off Olivia. “And what of our obnoxious scarecrow friend? Where are the harsh demands on her?”
“She's already heading back to her corner, isn't that right, Olivia?”
“Already backing into the ropes, Algernon!” Dare replied as she reached the far side of the ring.
Celia didn't advance, but she made no effort to leave, either. “Your bias is showing, Mr. Carpenter.”
“Anything you'd call bias can be attributed to the fact that you're not thinking clearly, Ms. Blassenville.” the official countered. “In your arrogance you clearly didn't plan for this sort of aggression from the challengers and you've been behind the eight ball since you stepped through those ropes. Now, if you really want to regain control of this experiment, you'll get back to your corner and redirect that anger to a more logical target. Do you understand?”
Despite all his bold talk, Al had expected Celia to go off like a volcano. Instead she blinked several times and actually nodded. “Crudely stated, Mr. Carpenter. But effective nonetheless.” With that she strode back to the Psy Ops corner and soon had hold of the tag rope once more. “Collect yourself, Rebecca!” the redhead advised her partner as Becky struggled to one knee. “Their best shot was effective, but clearly not enough to carry the day, so catch your breath and--” Blassenville trailed into irritated silence when Clayton pivoted on one foot and spiked the other into the pit of her opponent's stomach!
Having just made it to all fours, a gasping Eliza rolled toward the bottom rope in search of an exit, unfortunately Bex lunged after her and snatched a massive handful of hair. “I hear ya, Doc.” the brunette huffed as she dragged the struggling Soprano back to verticality. “And I'll collect myself just as soon as I've collected this bitch's teeth from the canvas.”
Switching over to a Wristlock so the zebra wouldn't whine any louder, Bex shouldered her foe into the ropes and made a point of grinding the bony joint into Bliss' sternum before she stepped back, dropped a shoulder and sent Eliza on her way with an Irish Whip. This tactic almost raised a sharp rebuke from the Crimson Cagliostro, but Blassenville held her tongue and was rewarded when Clayton dug in her heels and reeled the Diva back the way she'd came before she got close enough to even attempt a tag. Not that Bliss tried, she was still struggling to catch her breath when Becky caught her around the upper thighs and shot up on one foot, the BFG swinging through a dangerously smooth half-circle before she dropped to her knees and THAWHAMMED Eliza to the deck courtesy the Spinebuster!
SPINEBUSTER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=tUg6n_REfi8
Settled on her knees between the Briton's splayed stems, Becky hunched down and slipped her arms under the brunette's knees so she could fold her in half with a Matchbook good for the...
ONE...
TWO...
THRNOOOO!
No assist from Dare this time, Eliza kicked free with half a second to spare and in doing so drove her butt into Clayton's abs with enough force to draw a pained grunt from the champion. Displeased (and admittedly a little concerned) by the damage done to her partner's ribs by the duplicitous carrion birds, Celia patted the top turnbuckle with one hand and said, “Excellent work, Rebecca. Now tag me in so you can catch your breath.”
“My ribs are fine.” Clayton answered at once. “But yeah, I'll tag ya in. You've got some scores to settle too.”
The Temptress expected her to simply stroll over and make the tag so she was less than pleased when Becky wrapped a hand around Bliss' throat and hauled her to boot-leather. Nor did her mood grow any brighter when the One Woman Army braced her free hand against the inside of Bliss' thigh so she could haul her up in a Military Press! Bex's execution was perfect, but Blassenville saw the strain on her face before she turned around and that guaranteed Olivia saw it too. “You see this, idiots?” she shouted to the jeering FAWNatics. “THIS is how you do a proper Military Press! Only a goddamned nerd has to stack her opponent on the top turnBUURRRGGHHH!”
Bliss might've been a goddamned nerd, but she was far from helpless, as Clayton discovered when the suspended brunette reached down and stuffed her right hand into the champion's mouth! Technically it wasn't a Cleft Note because it was upside down, Eliza had her thumb jammed beneath Becky's tongue and her other fingers crushing against her chin, but no matter the arrangement it still did a damned fine job of making Clayton shudder all over.
“Drop her, Rebecca!” Celia bellowed at the other Destroyer at the top of her lungs. “Toss her to the floor if you have to, that'll break her damned gr--”
The redhead cursed in disgust as Bliss wriggled free and dropped down her opponent's back to secure a tight Bodyscissors around her waist! This rearranging earned Clayton a brief respite from the claw, but it was only a matter of heartbeats before Eliza adjusted and secured it again, properly this time. Doing her level best to gouge her fingers through the other brunette's lower jaw while also crushing her ribs with the Scissors, the Superlative Soprano bore down on two fronts and hissed, “You're not nearly as good as you think you are, understudy. You're just a mad dog yapping on the end of Celia's leasHWOAH—NNNGGGGHHHH!”
Disgustingly aware that she had to deal with this brat right now, the Peacekeeper wrapped her arms around Bliss' knees and clasped her hands to confine the former World Champion in a piggyback of sorts. 'Hupping' Eliza up as high as the Scissors would presently allow, Bex hit full reverse and didn't stop until she heard and felt her tormentor BWUUUNG against the Psy Ops turnbuckles. Celia slapped her partner's shoulder at once, then grabbed a huge handful of hair and yanked her head back over the top rope at painfully awkward angle. Give the Diva credit though, she hadn't abandoned her Bodyscissors, indeed she managed a final crushing constriction before the Mistress of Puppets reared back and THWHACKED a huge Overhead Forearm Smash against her chest!
Bliss' ankles unlocked and Becky stumbled clear of the corner only to collapse to all fours so she could easier clutch at her throbbing ribs. As for the redhead, she directed her animosity at Eliza's sternum, Blassenville unloading nearly a dozen of those cudgeling blows before Al Carpenter hurried over and said, “All right, Celia. You made the tag, so get in the ring.”
The Temptress made no argument, she only slipped through the ropes and THWUMPED a Kneelift into the Englishwoman's midsection. From there she boosted the breathless brunette into a seat on the top turnbuckle, then reached up with both hands and crossed her wrists so she could catch Eliza's noggin in a Cravate. Wrenching the challenger's head to one side just because she could, Blassenville worked the painful hold for a few seconds before she stepped back and yanked Bliss out of her seat, the lithesome brunette tumbling up, over and DOWN to the canvas with thunderous Cravate-o-Clasm!
CRAVATE-O-CLASM:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=LmAjcU3-WDI
Becky, back on her feet as of a few seconds prior, nodded in satisfaction at the sight of Bliss stretched out on the canvas. She treated herself to a few quick stomps to Eliza's tummy and might've doled out a whole lot more if Celia hadn't placed a hand on her shoulder. “Catch your breath, Rebecca.” it wasn't a request. “The mice are not in control, WE ARE. Remember that and keep a close eye on Dare.” The Crimson Cagliostro didn't wait for a reply, instead she turned her attention to Bliss and scraped her off the mat with a big handful of hair. Drawing the woozy battler into a Front Facelock as soon as she was upright, Celia slung Eliza's near arm across her shoulders, then grabbed a handful of waistband and hoisted her all the way to high noon. None of the FAWNatics ever wanted to cheer the efforts of someone as devious as Celia Blassenville, yet there were times when it couldn't be helped and watching her keep Eliza suspended like she was nothing more than a bag of leaves was one of them.
Holding Bliss aloft until the mice on the other side of the barricade reached 'FIVE' on their count, Celia quickly tromped to the edge of the squared circle and slung Eliza down into a nauseating gut-first landing atop the rubber-coated steel! Bliss was folded in half upon landing, her usual dulcet tones replaced by an awful rasping sound as she tried to catch her breath. Blassenville made no attempt to stop this recovery, she was happy to let Eliza gurgle and groan while she jogged to the nearest neutral corner and sprinted out, the Temptress busting out some serious speed to THWHONK a huge Kneelift into the side of Bliss' skull!
The suffering soprano swooned off the ropes to the apron but didn't tumble to the floor because she retained just enough awareness to hook her arm over the uppermost strand. Of course this act of self preservation also ensured she was still far too close to Celia Blassenville and the champ capitalized by palming the Briton's noggin in her hands. “Birds really are beautiful creatures.” she murmured as she started to squeeeeeeeeeze harder and harder. “Little bits of song given wings to provide wonderful pops of color to this sick, sad world.” The Temptress was really pouring it on, her strong arms shredded into shadowy relief under the cold arena lights. Bliss didn't just take it though, balled her right hand into a fist and pounded away at the redhead's flank. Alas she was still woozy from earlier punishment and the Destroyer soaked it up with nary a grimace.
Leaning in close enough to make brazen eye contact with the suffering Englishwoman, Celia sighed and said, “If only they weren't so damned fragile.” she snapped her head forward, Blassenville THWHUNKING a heavy shot between her foe's eyes! Eliza shuddered from nose to toes, but her remaining grip on the top rope meant she didn't tumble to the floor. Although that might've been preferable to what happened next, all things considered. Still holding onto Bliss' dome despite Al Carpenter's growing insistence that Celia return the action to the ring proper, the Temptress tugged her prey forward and down so that the debilitated Diva found herself draped gut-first over the top rope. From there Blassenville traded in her head-hold for an equally rough Gutwrench around the challenger's midsection. Hands locked tight enough to make Eliza wheeze, Celia earned grudging 'oooooooohhhh's' from the FAWNatics and wary concern from Olivia when she stepped away and flipped the lithesome brunette up onto the point of her shoulder in an agonizing Canadian Backbreaker!
CANADIAN BACKBREAKER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=cZnASK5I1qo
“HHHRRRRRGGHHHH AAAARRRHHHHH!” Eliza's wails of anguish weren't nearly so melodious as her usual efforts, though they still contained a certain terrible beauty if judged by the contemplative smile on Blassenville's face when she wheeled around to hone in on the remaining Blackbird.
“I commend you on an excellent game-plan Ms. Dare, truly I do. You planned, coordinated and executed with a precision that goes far beyond merely commendable.” The Mistress of Puppets punctuated her compliment by jouncing in place to bend poor Eliza even deeper into that awful, unforgiving 'U'. “But you must have known there was a very real possibility that your efforts would fail if Rebecca and I gained our bearings. And as you can see, I am VERY much in control of HHRRRK--”
Cheers from the Sweltering mob when Eliza crooked her right hand into that familiar talon and thrust it into Blassenville's mouth! “SQUEEZE, ELIZA!” Dare shouted to her struggling friend over the roar of the crowd. “Squeeze until that awful harpy has to let you--”
Not about to let the Cleft Note remain in place for too long, Celia bounced even harder and when that didn't break the 'bird's grip she went up on tiptoes, then dropped to one knee to THAWHAM Bliss down on the back of her head and shoulders with an improvised Powerbomb! The impact folded Eliza in half and Celia did not relinquish her Waistlock so Al dove in beside the action and counted off...
TEMPTING POWERBOMB:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=xuPfkFGTlTM
ONE...
TWO...
THRNOOOO!
Eliza twisted free of the redhead's grasp, doing do half a heartbeat before Blassenville rose to confront Olivia, who'd stormed through the ropes to interrupt the pin. “Go ahead, little bird.” Celia swatted Carpenter's arm aside when he attempted to get between the two. “I know you want to. The question of our first meeting still haunts you more than a decade later, does it not? Tell me, how often do you wake up with a start, knowing it was nothing more than the machinations of a six-toed inbred hillbilly that prevented you from being a one and done chamNGH!”
Carpenter was hovering too close for 'Liv to wind up a proper European Uppercut, so the blonde settled for a quick, backhanded Bitch Slap instead! Blassenville's head barely twitched, but her eyes narrowed to furious slots and she would've wrung the challenger's neck then and there if Olivia hadn't already backpedaled out of grabbin' distance.
“You're not invincible, Celia.” Dare called over the admonitions of the official. “You or your camouflage catspaw.”
“Perhaps you're right.” Blassenville said with a nasty little smile. “But it won't be you or this tone-deaf piece of trash that brings our study to an end.” she punctuated the insult by wheeling around, snatching a double handful of the still on all fours brunette and THUNKING a quick Kneelift into the side of her skull!
Eliza sagged something awful but the hair-hold wouldn't let her stretch out flat which meant it wasn't long before the Temptress had her upright again. Switching over to a Wristlock only after she'd made a point of wrenching Eliza's head back and forth at least half a dozen times, the Mistress of Puppets pointed her toward a neutral corner and sent her off courtesy an Irish Whip. Bliss crossed the ring in silence, though she let loose a concerning groan that coincided with the BWUUUNG of her back hitting the buckles.
Both sounds were still ringing in the ears of the FAWNatics when Celia rushed in a top speed, the Destroyer class redhead rearing back for a huge Lariat across her foe's sterNO! Arms hooked over the top rope, the Superlative Soprano brought both knees up and pistoned a Mule Kick into her attacker's chesOR NOT!
Celia felt the adjustment coming and she ground to a halt so she could snatch hold of Eliza's ankles before the kick could launch, let alone connect. Smirking at the concern that flashed across the Briton's face, the Temptress murmured, “I'm afraid you need to learn some new material, Ms. Bliss. Everyone here is familiar with your tired old standGGGRRRHHHH!”
Eliza lunged forward, crooked her left arm around the back of Blassenville's skull while she jammed the middle and ring fingers of her right hand under the champion's tongue! Celia abandoned her grip on Eliza's boots at once so she could hammer half a dozen hard punches into the other woman's flanks. Left uncontested those shots would've broken the Cleft Note in short order, but the Diva hopped up and 'smecked' her legs around Blassenville's waist to add a crushing Bodyscissors to the dangerous predicament! Laughing with delight as the normally unflappable Temptress shuddered and groaned in her grasp, Eliza flipped hair out of her eyes and exclaimed, “Apparently you didn't consult my set-list for this evening, MISS Blassenville! If you had, you would've been prepared for this particular spot of trouBRRRGGGHHH!”
Celia's surprise proved short-lived as she hooked her arms under Bliss' thighs and scooped her up a little higher just to rush forward and drive her against the buckles! The impact was far from pleasant, but Blassenville hadn't built up much momentum so Eliza only squeezed both hooks that much tighter. “You could just grab the ropes.” Bliss huffed. “Tell Carpenter and everyone watching at home that your boundless intellect didn't know what to do when I NNGGGHH!”
Celia backpedaled out of corner only to throw herself forward again, the redhead putting every bit of her weight into crushing the smaller grappler against the rough-padded steel. The Cleft Note actually popped outta Blassenville's mouth, yet the Scissors remained and the Mistress of Puppets wouldn't settle for anything less than complete subjugation so she—Eliza draped her arms over the top rope and broke the Scissors of her own accord so she could finally SLAM that much delayed Mule Kick into her opponent's chest!
The blow sent Celia backpedaling into the middle of the ring, which in turn meant the former World Champion had enough time to boots herself into a perch on the top turnbuckle. Rising to her full height while Blassenville caught her balance, the brunette leapt into the lights without offering one of her usual high notes, thus it was up to Becky Clayton to shout, “LOOK OUT, CELIA!” half a heartbeat before the Blackbird grabbed hold of her head and dropped down flat on her back to THAWHUMP both knees into the woozy wrestler's chest!
SHEER BLISS:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=xNFysH8T76k
Overwhelmed by the audacious might of Sheer Bliss, Blassenville flew off her feet and landed hard on the deck. The canvas still shivered with aftershocks when Eliza hurried over and flopped down across the redhead's chest in a weary Crossbody good for the...
ONE...
TWO...
THRNOOOO!
Becky Clayton was mere steps from the action when Celia kicked out and though she wanted to put the boots to Eliza very much, she elected to return to the Psy Ops corner without incident
Olivia, who'd also breached the ring but hadn't made it as far as the Peacekeeper, kept a baleful eye on her until she'd stepped back onto the apron. Clayton raised the tag rope in one hand and flipped Dare off with the other. “Rules apply to you too, skinny.” Dare didn't wait until she'd claimed the tag rope, she simply offered up an answering middle finger before taking her leave of the canvas.
As for the legal competitors, Celia and Eliza were both looking the worse for wear after the near-fall, with the former rolled over onto her stomach and the latter stretched out on her back. More than happy to consider veteran status and known durability into his calculations, Carpenter waited a few extra seconds to see if either lady would stir and when they didn't he hoisted a hand to the heavens to proclaim, “ONE!” Both wrestlers grimaced at the sound, but neither made a move so the count rolled on, now with the FAWNatics lending their voices. “TWO... THREE... FOUR... FIVE...”
Blassenville grimaced and pushed to her knees while Bliss slowly rolled in the direction of Olivia's voice, which was urging her toward the challengers' corner in no uncertain terms. Celia was back on her feet by 'SEVEN!' with Eliza perhaps a half step behind. It wasn't much of a lead, yet it still proved decisive for Psy Ops because the redhead 'CLAPPED' the Peacekeeper back onto the field a few steps ahead of the challengers!
Cursing aloud when she heard the fans start jeering all the louder, Bliss gathered her reserves and leapt for her corner, the brunette stretched out full length to touch Olivia's fingers in full view of the official! The tag was made but the path was far from clear, what with Clayton bearing down on her like a freight train. Even so, Dare grabbed the top rope in both hands, and stepped onto the bottom strand, the Oncoming Storm looking to springboard onto the fie—Bex put on a burst of speed and fired off a Big Boot aimed straight for Dare's chi—NO!
Olivia caught hold of the blonde's ankle in both hands and jerked backward, the crafty veteran bracing her heels against the edge of the apron to viciously twaaaaaaaaaaang Clayton's crotch against the rubber-coated steel!
“BITCH!” Becky shrieked like a banshee as she tried to stay upright after the nauseating counter. “I'LL KILL YOU FOR THANGH! NGH! NGH! NNNNNGGGGHHHHRRRR!”
Still holding onto her foe's ankle, Dare yanked that leg forward and down so she could tuck Clayton's ankle behind the second rope. With the big blonde's limb thus locked 'Liv delivered three dagger-tip elbows to her opponent's vulnerable thigh, then backed off just far enough to THWHACK a Super Kick against the side of her knee. Bex yowled and hunched forward, one hand white-knuckling the top rope while the scrabbled at the second in an effort to spring herself from the springy tra—“GAAAAAAHHHH FAAAAAAAHK!”
Eliza rushed in from behind and drilled a Soccer Kick into the pit of Clayton's other knee! The brunette's plant leg crumpled and she ended flipped upside down in an incredibly awkward Tree of Woe that put even more strain on the champ's trapped knee.
“GET HER OUT OF THERE!” Blassenville demanded of the official as began to tromp across the squared circle. “Goddammit Carpenter, do your fucking joBRRRGGHHHH!” Bliss blindsided the Temptress with an awkward Spear that drove both ladies to the canvas!
Set in the eye of the storm that was these four warring women, Al took a deep breath as his eyes flicked back and forth between the paired combatants. After a moment he focused his attention on Blassenville and Bliss with the idea of clearing the squared circle for his two legal charges. Speaking of whom, Clayton was still fighting to get free of the ropes while Olivia hurried to a neutral corner and scrambled into a perch in the high rent dist—disappointment from the FAWNatics when the Camouflage Crusher forced the escape hatch and dropped to the canvas in an awkward, gimpy-legged sprawl!
“Bitch.” Clayton rasped as she rolled onto her stomach, then grabbed onto the ropes to help haul herself back to verticality. “You cheap, sneaking, scrawny-ass bitch. I'm gonna bury you in the middle of this fucking riNNNNGGGGHHHHHH!”
Olivia came off the top like a Valkyrie, the Briton THWHUMPING a vicious Missile Dropkick into the pit of her opponent's stomach! Bex was blown off her feet and went tumbling across the canvas, the brunette almost barreling into Eliza and Celia before she came to rest with her ankles somewhere north of her ears. Gutted and gasping, Clayton couldn't get off her shoulders before Dare hurried over and sat down with all her weight on the champ's upturned haunches. Al, who'd had less luck parting Eliza and Celia than he cared to admit, scrambled away from the tangled battlers and scooted into place beside the legal pair to slap the mat...
ONE...
TWO...
THRENOOOOOOOO!
Sensing immediate peril despite the noticeable handicap of Bliss raining punches on her face, the Mistress of Puppets abruptly rolled her hips to send the two of them into Olivia's pin!
“All right, that's enough!” Carpenter barked at the tangle of limbs that'd so recently been four world class battlers. “Bliss, Blassenville, to your corners! Now, or I'll throw the whole damned thing out!”
Grumbling and muttering from Soprano and Temptress as they got up and trudged toward their respective corners.
As for Clayton and Dare, they rose to their knees, honed in on one another and promptly unleashed with a series of bludgeoning Forearm Smashes delivered to the other woman's chest! Snorting in derision when her last shot left Olivia rocked back on her haunches, Bex flipped hair out of her face, then lashed out with a quick Bitch Slap that pinked the Englishwoman's cheek. “What do you think you're doing, string-bean? Are you REALLY squaring up to throw hands with me or are you dealing with head traumNNNNGGGHHH!”
Must've been the former because Olivia hooked her left arm across the back of the brunette's head, pulled her down and THWHAPPED Clayton's chin with a big European Uppercut! Becky shuddered on impact and her situation didn't improve when Dare tacked on two more Uppercuts before shifting over to straight Forearm Smashes that pwak-pwak-pwak-PWAAAKED against the Destroyer's increasingly glassy features.
“Get your hands up, Rebecca!” Celia's tone was cool as ever, though a careful ear could detect the strain in her voice. “Death by a thousand cuts is still death!”
This observation seemed to irritate Olivia, who abruptly palmed the Peacekeeper's head in her hands so she could THUNK a Headbutt between her eyes! Switching over to a double fistful of hair when Clayton's hands dropped into her lap, the Oncoming Storm dragged the vulnerable Destroyer to her feet and snapped, “You're in no position to offer anyone advice, luv. You're both rabid dogs, far as I'm concerned. You're just better about keeping up appearances.”
Blassenville's grip on the tag rope tightened as she offered the Englishwoman a brittle smile. “And yet I feel perfectly within my rights to offer you advice as well, Miss. Dare. Keep your mouth shut, lest I decide to shut it for you.”
'Liv answered that sass with another stiff European Uppercut for Clayton before she went low and took hold of the brunette's left ankle in both hands. Stretching it up and out like she was about to unleash a Dragon Screw, Dare instead dipped beneath the exposed limb and twisted under it so she could straighten up with it draped across her shoulders. Blassenville grit her teeth as she watched the insolent scrap of a woman collect Rebecca's head in a Front Facelock, but the Temptress remained anchored in place like a good little lab-rat, one hand on the tag rope and the other surreptitiously loosening the snug knots that kept the pad wrapped around the top turnbuckle.
Not that anyone noticed her efforts of course, they were all too enraptured by Dare's show of deceptive strength as she dipped down, let out an effortful grunt and muscled the bundled Becky directly overhead for a reign-ending Quatermass Bus—NOOOO! Clayton couldn't power free of the Blackbird's grasp but she could secure one of her own and what a grip it was, clamped directly between Olivia's thighs!
Dare shrieked and dropped her burden at once, Clayton's injured leg almost giving out when she returned to the canvas. But a sloppy clench with the challenger allowed her to stay upright long enough to steady out her balance and THWHUMP a Kneelift into Olivia's crotch! 'Liv keened like a feedback loop, a high, whistling sound that cut through the thick jeers and the outraged shouts of Eliza Bliss.
It was all music far as Bex was concerned and she jammed out to it while she gripped Dare by the nape of the neck and reared back as far as she could, the Camouflage Crusher's right arm stretched out full length to build up even more momentum when she whipped forward and THWHUMPED Olivia across the sternum with a Lariat that turned her inside out!
BURNING LARIAT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=NYkqbHXa6C0
“Wonderful work, Rebecca!” Celia sounded delighted while everyone else sounded aghast. “High marks all around, but perhaps you'd like to bring our flighty little adversary over here?” she only patted the top turnbuckle twice, but Clayton didn't fail to catch her meaning.
Bex dipped her head ever so slightly, though her verbal response was much more contrary. “Good idea, Doc. But I'd rather her piece of shit partner get a better view of the end.”
Plunging her hands into Olivia's hair, Becky hauled the Englishwoman up alongside so she scoop her up gut-first onto the brunette's right shoulder. From there she took hold of Dare's biceps and muscled her up into the face-first Crucifix that was the sure harbinger of—Clayton turned away from the Blackbirds corner and loped toward the champs' side of town despite the noticeable hitch in her giddy-up!
Knowing what needed to be done and more importantly, when to do it, Celia waited until Clayton was almost to the corner before she let go of the tag rope and pointed accusingly at the opposite corner. “GET BACK OVER THERE, BITCH!”
Al turned to check on the presumed intrusion and that's when Blassenville yanked down the turnbuckle neat as a magician doing a trick! A boilerplate Snake Eyes was unpleasant enough, things got downright awful when it was delivered to a naked steel ring, as Olivia discovered when her forehead hit with an awful BWUNK! The bendy-back went dishrag limp and dropped to her knees with her noggin on the second turnbuckle, looking for all the world like a penitent that'd chosen a very odd time and place to make amends.
Over on the other side of the ring, Eliza hadn't actually witnessed what happened to her partner because Al obscured her view when he hurried over to check on Blassenville's bullshit accusation. “Stay in the corner, Eliza.” he warned. “You know the rules.”
She held up the tag rope and gave it a shake. Does it look like I've left?” It didn't, yet the zebra still kept an eye on her for a moment longer, thus ensuing that Celia had enough time to slip the discarded turnbuckle pad back into place.
Their terrible ruse thus undetected, Psy Ops exchanged a tag and put their heads together as Becky grabbed a handful of Dare's waistband. “Bliss will try to stop the grand finale, I'll ensure she does not. We set for MK Ultra, but don't execute until my signal. Understood?”
Clayton did. “Loud and clear, doc. You lift, I cut?”
“Indeed.”
Clayton backed off once she'd transferred the Briton to Blassenville's possession, the Camouflage Crusher moving considerably slower after all the damage that'd been inflicted on her ribs and leg. As for the Temptress, she drilled a Kneelift into Olivia's belly just to double her over for the Standing Headscissors and Waistlock combo that let her boost the former World Champion onto her right shoulder. From there she slid her grips out to Dare's biceps which in turn let her hoist the blonde that much higher with the Crucifix.
Elsewhere, Eliza watched her partner get drawn into position for the champs' finisher and knew there was no time to waste. Gauging distance told her there was no way to get right at the Crimson Cagliostro, which meant... Bliss grabbed the top rope in both hands and leapt onto it just to soar out into the lights, the Superlative Soprano drawing both knees up to chest level to give Clayton her own taste of Sheer Bliss.
Celia saw Eliza take flight and flicked a glance at Becky. “High Lariat... NOW!”
The One Woman Army didn't question, she simply whipped around in a half circle and lashed out with her right arm to—THAWHACK! Clayton's no look counter landed true, smashing the Blackbird across the sternum to drop her out of the air with all the grace of a dropped rock! The crowd, giddy at the prospect of Eliza's cavalry charge, groaned in disappointment and sympathetic anguish as the brunette landed awkwardly on the back of her head and shoulders before slopping over onto her stomach.
As for Becky, the force of the Lariat dropped her to her knees, but the resultant adrenaline rush got her back up in the blink of an eye. Whirling back to her partner and the legal challenger, Clayton delayed only long enough to kick some invisible dirt on the ruined crater where she'd left Eliza Bliss. Then she nodded to Celia who flipped Olivia forward and down just as Clayton rushed in, the champ catching Dare's noggin into a Three Quarters Facelock that completed the fusion of Dominator and Ace Crusher that THAWHAMMED the Oncoming Storm flat on her face, chest, and belly!
MK ULTRA @ 3:05
www.youtube.com/watch?v=JQ55b1nOcBI
Practically defenseless from the instant her skull collided with the exposed turnbuckle, any semblance of conscious thought was shooed from Dare's mind when she bounced onto her back as the latest victim of MK Ultra. Nor did spark of resistance flicker when Blassenville slithered in for a domineering Crossbody, a cover made all the more troublesome because Clayton palmed her partner's shoulders to nod along with Al Carpenter's...
ONE...
TWO...
THREE!
Celia dropped Dare's leg and reared back on her haunches, the victorious Destroyer making a point of brushing some dust off her hands while the Announcer proclaimed the bad news. “Ladies and gentlemen, your winners via pin-fall and STILL the FAWN Tag Team Champions... PSY OPS!”
The boos had started in earnest the moment Becky landed that Lariat, they only got louder when the Peacekeeper trudged over to Eliza and kicked her onto her back so she could take a rude seat on the Songbird's upturned features! “That's right bitch,” Clayton put her hands on Bliss' belly and pressed down as hard as she could, “kiss my ass!”
“Really Rebecca, is that necessary?” Celia sighed as the diminished Diva squealed and squirmed beneath the brunette's triumphant glutes. “It's so unseemly.”
“Don't knock it til you've tried it, doc.” Bex punctuated her advice with a quick slap to Eliza's defenseless trunks. “It's very therapeutic, I thought you of all people would get it.”
Blassenville rolled her eyes, then decided what the hell and swung a leg over Olivia's head to settle into a matching seat! The blonde's reaction was much more muted, little more than a soft whine and the frantic, shallow suction of obstructed breath against her briefs, but the Temptress nodded appreciatively nonetheless.
“I do believe you're right, Rebecca.” the redhead adjusted her position and bounced a little, just because. “This is worth further study, though next time I'll require a subject that's a bit less...”
“Knocked the fuck out?”
“Precisely.” They were on their feet moments later, both Blackbirds subdued and shiny in the aftermath of the galling stereo smother. “This was almost a disaster.” Celia noted after the champs had gold over their shoulders once more. “The sort of catastrophic breakdown that can ruin months, if not years of planning.”
“I underestimated them.” Clayton growled in disgust. “It won't happen again.”
“We underestimated them.” Blassenville corrected. “But you're right, it won't happen again. Do you know why?”
“Because we're going to make examples of these shit-bags?”
“Close. We're going to make examples of the next set of shit-bags. The ones that flounce to the ring thinking they'll succeed where these two failed. We're going to show everyone that the machinations of mice, no matter how brilliant, never amount to anything more than amusing failures.”
Promises made, the ladies of Psy Ops clinked their belts together and held them high in a brazen challenge to any and all that might try to upset the new order of things.
Alongside the cheers, the flight of the Blackbirds was heralded by the aggressive drumbeat of Hooverphonic’s ‘2Wicky’. The crowd roared to its feet, growing all the louder when the lithesome British duo appeared, each greeting their fans with an index finger raised high overhead.
OLIVIA DARE:
ELIZA BLISS:
Entering to Olivia’s accompaniment, Eliza decided to save her voice and the rest of her strength for the towering task ahead, the women turned to each other and shared a high ten before heading their way down the ramp. For tonight's opportunity, (earned by a string of victories over the likes of Diamonds & Pearls, the Frighteners and most recently, the Kane Sisters) 'Liv sported a pair of stormy black bikini briefs edged with silver trim and cut high enough to offer the audience a tantalizing view of her sculpted hips, thighs and calves. The other half of her ensemble includes a matching bustier, also done in black and edged with silver. Short black wrestling shoes and silver knee and elbow pads rounded out the rest of her outfit.
Olivia offered palms and smiles to all those that reached toward her on one side of the aisle, though she did not tarry in her journey, too much was on her mind.
On the other, FAWN’s Superlative Soprano (and fellow former World Champion) did the same, striding confidently toward the battleground where they'd wrest gold from the maniacs that'd terrorized the Tag Division for months. The willowy diva was draped in a diaphanous robe that did little to hide the limber strength of her frame. Reaching the ring, the Queen of the Spotlight grabbed and yanked the sash at her waist, the robe opening and falling to her feet.
Cheers all around as Eliza dazzled in a set of deep blissful blue briefs and a matching sleeveless crop-top that left the whole of her midsection bare. Across the seat of her trunks was a single word in bold white strokes, the script designed to look like it’s been illuminated by a spotlight. It’s simply…’BLISS’. Below and beside, elbow and knees were protected by glossy blue pads, while the Briton’s wrestling boots matched the blue of her briefs.
Olivia strode up the steps at the point of the Blackbird spear, slipping carefully into the squared circle to join Algernon Carpenter. As for Eliza, she raised her arms high, threw back her head and belted out a long, glorious high C that had the FAWNatics cheering even louder by the time it came to an end. Offering a deep curtsy to hard camera once she'd slipped through the strands, Bliss joined Dare in the center of the ring where they went through final inspections and kept a watchful eye trained on the stage.
Carpenter had just finished up when the Sweltering mood went from damp to distressing thanks to nothing more than slow, plinking piano notes.
PSY OPS:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=V5z63Bi_d1I
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, Peacemaker and Puppeteer joined in an alliance that'd brought rack and ruin to the whole of the Tag Division. 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 former World Champions and full-time scarecrows 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 Crimson Cagliostro 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.
The Camouflage Crusher shook her head at once. “No preference, doc. They'll both break just the same, though Bliss might sound a little bit prettier when she does. Might be the only pretty thing to come out of tonight.” Quite satisfied with this assessment, 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!”
The boos got louder, which only ensured Clayton raised her belt all the higher as dual Destroyers tromped up the steel steps and slipped through the ropes. Angered by what she took as an utter lack of deference from the challengers, Becky stormed over to jaw at the challengers while Celia went to the champions' corner and hoisted the gold for all to see. Clayton did the same in the direction of the Brits and though their eyes should've been on the prize, Bliss and Dare kept their attention locked on the Camouflage Crusher save for the briefest of glances.
“What, too afraid to look because you know you're just here to get your asses kicked?” Bex snapped over the jeers of the crowd. “Or maybe you're worried they don't have enough clasps to fit around your bony-ass waisNNNNGGGGGHHHHH!” 'Liv and 'Liza didn't even look at one another, the pair of former World Champions simply hopped forward as one and THWHA-THWHACKED! a pair of Super Kicks to Clayton's unprotected chin!
DOUBLE SUPER KICK @ 00:16
www.youtube.com/watch?v=XKoTU1TqaWA
Becky went down like a felled tree, the thud of body hitting canvas muffled by the uproarious bellow of those gathered for Summer Swelter! The commotion did not go unnoticed by Celia, who looked around from her mount on the second rope and—Dare was already airborne in a Dropkick that drilled against the small of Blassenville's back! Celia dropped the title but retained her perch so Bliss rushed over and hammered at the redhead's lower back while Olivia moved to intercept an understandably concerned Al Carpenter.
“What the hell, Olivia? The match hasn''t even started yet, I still need to check your pads and boo--”
“Olivia dear!” The Oncoming Storm followed Eliza's voice and smiled when she realized the Superlative Soprano had snatched hold of Celia's hair and used it to pull her down so the woozy Destroyer was looking out from between her own parted stems with the nape of her neck pressed against the top turnbuckle.
Dare nodded, held up a finger to Al and said, “Just a moment, this is rather urgent.” She strode to the Psy Ops corner, pointed her right shoulder in that direction and skipped forward to THWHACK Celia with the same Super Kick that'd felled her partner moments prior!
TURNBUCKLE-TRAPPED SUPER KICK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=bAVIZdia6Xc
But where Clayton had crashed to the canvas, the Temptress remained in place, even after Bliss pushed her head clear of the buckle to leave her standing (or rather, slouched) on the second rope. “Looks like G.I. Jane is starting to recover.” Eliza said of Becky, who'd fought to all fours a moment prior. “Shall we deal with her now, or tend to the mad scientist first?”
Olivia, who'd already hooked her left arm around Blassenville's left thigh, patted the champ's hip and said, “Let's not keep the good doctor waiting.” Bliss nodded, took up a position beside her partner and threaded her right arm around Celia's right thigh. Now they did exchange a nod, each Blackbird grabbing hold of their burden's waistband to keep her nice and steady when they tromped out of the corner, then slung Celia forward and down to THWHAM her to the thinly-sheathed plywood with a massive Double Team Powerbomb!
Blassenville landed hard on the back of her head and shoulders, then tumbled over onto her stomach and rolled to the edge of the ring where she might've stayed if Olivia hadn't hurried over and stomped her out into an ignominious landing on the floor!
Elsewhere, Becky Clayton let out a groan and reared back onto her haunches to glare at Eliza Bliss. “You sneaking little shits, you're going to wish you'd never NNNNGGGHHH!” Bliss rushed in and went low, the brunette twisting like a corkscrew to better THWHAP her left bicep offa Clayton's chin! Bex timbered backward, rolled onto her stomach and would have joined her partner on the outside if Bliss hadn't grabbed a double handful of hair and started dragging her upright.
“As I recall, you two hooligans introduced yourselves to the world by blindsiding Lily and Veronica in a locker room one morning. So you'll understand why I don't shed any tears over your righteous indignation.” On that cool note, the Diva swung around behind her adversary and yanked both arms back in a Double Chickenwing while simultaneously pressing the crown of her skull between Clayton's shoulders. From there she twisted around so the wrestlers reversed positions, with Becky's arms pulled forward and her head tucked against the Englishwoman's back.
Already loud, the FAWNatics got downright cacophonous when Dare hurried over and grabbed hold of the BFG's ankles. Dipping to one knee so she could better drape Clayton's ankles over her shoulders, Olivia straightened up and looked to the official. “Did you want to check our pads and boots now? Or after we've won the titles?”
“You can't win the titles yet!” he replied. “I haven't even called for the bell.”
Eliza batted her eyes and said, “Then I'd get on that if I were you. Ready 'Liv?” Olivia answered with a melodic little whistle that got the challengers up on tiptoe before they dropped to the deck in spectacular fashion. Eliza landed on her butt, Olivia on her knees and Becky THWHONKED down flat on her face and chest, the One Woman Army devastated by the double team Decrescendo known as 'Still Life with Crows'.
Damned if Carpenter hadn't turned away from the action to signal the Timekeeper, thus ensuring the bell CLANGED the match to life mere heartbeats before the Blackbirds rolled Becky onto her back and leapt aboard, blonde and brunette crisscrossing the pulverized Destroyer to keep her in place for...
ONE...
TWO...
THRENOOOOOOOO!
Clayton didn't kick out from under that massed pile of Brits, it was Celia Blassenville who dove through the ropes with a last second Shoulderblock to the whole works that kept Psy Ops' reign from ending in the most galling fashion imaginable! Undeniably relieved to have regained even a modicum of control over this experiment gone wrong, Celia clambered to her feet and pointed an imperious finger at the official. “YOU.” she growled. “Get some control over this madness right OOOFFFFFHHH!”
Olivia smashed a Back Kick into the redhead's gut to double her over, then caught a double handful of hair and drew her into a Standing Headscissors. Wrapping her arms around Blassenville's waist, Dare locked her hands and dipped her knees to hoist the Crimson Cagliostro ass over teakettNO! Celia kicked her legs wildly until the Englishwoman returned her to the canvas and once there she snaked her arms around Olivia's thighs so she could stand up with the former World Champion draped down her back like a cape!
“I appreciate the audacity, really, I do.” Blassenville muttered as she looked for an appropriate spot to smash the meddling blonde. “But you simply don't have there wherewithal to HHHRRRGGGGHHH!”
Eliza stepped up beside her and jammed the middle and ring fingers of her right hand into Celia's mouth while her thumb pressed tight against the champ's straining jaw! “I'm afraid you've wildly underestimated us, dear.” Bliss said as the Cleft Note made Blassenville judder all over. “That aura you've cultivated is certainly impressive, but as you can see, we're hardly awe-stru--”
“All right, that's enough Eliza!” Al interrupted. “Get to your corner, now!”
“Oh, right. The match has started. And you decided Olivia's the legal member of our team? Seems a bit unilateral on your part, but very well. Where's my count?”
Carpenter started at once so Eliza didn't dawdle. Rather, she abandoned the Cleft Note and grabbed onto Olivia's ankles so she could pull her partner back to the relative safety of the canvas. Doing so once again forced Celia into the Standing Headscissors and this time there was no counter when the Oncoming Storm hoisted her upside down. “Now, you may feel a slight ringing in your ears.” Olivia said with a sly smile. “That's to be expected. It often occurs in patients with sudden onset gold loss.” With that she hopped up and dropped to a seat, all the better to THWHONK the crown of Celia's skull against the canvas!
PILEDRIVER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=R9lPT6B4L64
Blassenville folded in on herself then collapsed to one side, the big redhead looking very much like a non-factor for the first time in a very long time. As for Becky Clayton, she wasn't faring much better, especially after she struggled to boot-leather and was promptly doubled over by a THWHUMPING Broadside Kneelift from Olivia!
Catching hold of the champ's left wrist as she fought to catch her breath, Dare tugged the captured limb across her throat in a half Straitjacket and tugged her upright just to skewer her midsection with another Kneelift! Sidling into place on Clayton's left when she folded over a second time, Olivia caught hold of the brunette's waistband with her free hand, then hopped up and braced both knees against the center of Becky's back to ensure the most painful landing possible when she dropped down and landed on her back. The shift in position spun Clayton off her feet and she THWHUMPED against those upraised joints only to bounce clear when Dare released her hooks!
DOUBLE DARE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=9GoRlk7bGW8
Knocked into an insensate sprawl by the force of the Double Dare, Clayton offered little in the way of protest when the former World Champion splashed down across her chest and collected both legs in a snug bundle good for the...
ONE...
TWO...
THRNOOOO!
The Camouflage Crusher kicked out with no assistance this time, Becky's reserves still running deep despite the beating she'd already absorbed. Clayton's show of power didn't seem to bother Olivia in the slightest, indeed the willowy blonde was smiling as she scrambled to verticality while Bex was still on all fo--”OOOFFFHHH!”
Dare reared back and swung for the fences with a huge kick to the American's ribs that sent Clayton tumbling onto her back! Becky tried to cover up but Dare wouldn't allow it, or rather she made the champ pay a high price by delivering a quick Knee Drop to her opponent's forehead! The blow hit hard enough to drop Clayton's defenses, so 'Liv swatted the Destroyer's hands away from her aching midsection, then hopped up and stomped down with every bit of her hundred and fifteen pounds, the Oncoming Storm THUMPING her heels into Becky's abdomen with extreme prejudice!
DOUBLE STOMP:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=DBakdwcJyI8
Another awful gasp from the Camouflage Crusher as she sat up in the wake of Olivia's gut churning offense. She'd just started to swaddle her ribs again when the challenger grabbed a double handful of hair and hauled her to verticality. “Snuuuhhhh...sneaking bitch.” Clayton gaped. “I'll break your scarecrow ass in half for UUUNNGGGHHH!”
Olivia broadsided those aching abs with a huge Kneelift, the veteran knowing she had to keep the powerhouse fighting for every breath if she wanted to impose her will. Shifting over to a Wristlock, Dare pointed her foe toward the Blackbirds' corner and sent her off at a run with a big Irish Whip. Eliza saw her coming and hopped down to the floor to avoid any possible retaliation from the brunette, but she needn't have worried because Clayton only spun around and BWUUUNGED back-first into the buckles. Becky hooked her arms over the top rope to keep from losing her footing, alas this proved to be a mistake as it only gave Olivia a better place to put her own feet, which, as you might have guessed, was flush on the tummy of her gut-shot adversary.
The Dropkick THWHAPPED against Clayton's midsection and sent her stumbling free of the corner, the usually domineering champ reduced to a breathless penitent by the Oncoming Storm's targeted campaign. Circling around behind the BFG, Olivia helped herself to a handful of hair and dragged Clayton upright so she could hook her left leg over the other wrestler's left thigh. In the same motion she curled herself across the brunette's back and dipped under her right arm so she could secure a tight Abdominal Stretch! Dare hunkered down at once, all the better to craaaaaaaaaaaaaank her opponent's torso over the encroaching plank of her thigh. To make matters worse, she flattened her right hand into a paddle and slap-slap-SLAPPED the straining flesh as hard as she could.
ABDOMINAL STRETCH:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=pyIznwMgGec
The One Woman Army cried out but offered no other response, so 'Liv turned her attention to Al Carpenter (who looked like he'd finally regained his composure now that the match was 'under control') and said, “Ask her. It sounds like the champ has a tummy ac--”
“Fuck off, Dare.” Clayton huffed. “Unleash everything you've got, it's not nearly enough to beat meAAAARRRRHHHHH BITCH!”
The Briton stopped slapping and started clawing, Olivia taking a bit from the Harley Jo Collins playbook by gouging the tip of her index finger into the brunette's navel to make the Belly Claw all the more painful! “There was a time not too long ago that I never would've used such tactics on you, Rebecca.” Dare explained as she continued to squeeze and knead. “I considered you a friend, one of the very first I made in the WOLF locker room, as a matter of fact. But aligning yourself with Celia? Waging that gutless shadow campaign against Cosmic Noir and Scandalous? Clearly you're not the honorable woman you once were, so I feel no qualms whatsoever treating you as an enemy combatWHOAH!”
The FAWNatics gasped alongside Olivia when Becky dug deep and managed to straighten herself up, an effort that lifted Dare off her feet! “Yuuhhh.... you can treat me like whatever you want, asshole. Long as you remember I'm the fucking champiOOOOWWWWWW FAAAAHK!”
Not ready to abandon the Abdominal Stretch just yet, Olivia broke the Claw, raised that hand high overhead, then brought her elbow down on Bex's ribs no less than half a dozen times! Clayton's legs shivered and she crumpled back to her previous arrangement, meaning the Abdominal Stretch was back in play and hooked deeper than ever. “Ask her.” Olivia was right back to the Belly Claw. “Maybe she's got some sense left after all.”
“What do you say, Becky?” Al checked in from minimum safe distance. “Need me to call it? Just say the word and--”
“Get the fuck out of my face, CarpentTAAAARHHHH!” A shriek of abject agony from the BFG when Dare relinquished her grip and reached that free hand toward the challengers' corner so Eliza could grab on and puuuuuuuuuuulll as hard as she could! Such sneaky efforts would've earned immediate jeers if employed by Psy Ops, yet the crowd had no problem excusing (and in fact endorsing) the strategy when employed against them.
“Still holding on, Bex?” Carpenter asked, still quite ignorant of the Briton's double teaming. “If you've had enough just say the word and I'll--”
“NO!” Clayton shook her head to reinforce the denial, though the shrill tone of her voice suggested she'd at least considered the possibility.
Dare and Bliss had just released their duplicitous clasp when Celia called out from the other side of the squared circle, “Keep your eye on those ropes, Mr. Carpenter. Our little avian friends aren't nearly so honest as they'd have you believe.”
Al looked up and scowled when he realized the top rope was shivering a little more than it should've been under normal circumstances. “Hey! Knock that off. You two know better than that!”
“Of course we do.” Olivia punctuated her retort by SLAPPING Becky's belly. “Not that either of these ladies deserve better. That's why I was reaching for a tag before I realized your attention was diverted by Rebecca's bawling.”
“Fuck you, scrawny.” Clayton interrupted. “We both know I'm going to break you over my knee before this is ovNNGGHHH!”
Olivia delivered another hard slap, then raaaaaaaaked the brunette's flank with a flourish that ended with her reaching back to Eliza in full view of the referee. Smiling prettily for everyone (especially Celia) Bliss made the tag, then slipped through the ropes and circled around in front to THUMP an undefended Toe Kick into the Camouflage Crusher's ribs!
Bex might've collapsed to all fours if Dare hadn't maintained the Abdominal Stretch and even then she doubled over the instant the blonde let loose and took her leave. As for the Superlative Soprano, she dropped to her knees in front of retching Destroyer and THWHAPPED her across the chin with a beautiful Uppercut! Becky reeled on the spot so Eliza popped up, drove a shoulder into that vulnerable gut and smashed her back into the challenger's corner as hard as she could. Most everyone thought the Blackbirds would make another quick tag but no, Eliza stuffed a few more Shoulderblocks home, then earned a startled buzz from those in attendance when she looped her arms around Clayton's upper thighs and boosted her into a seat on the top turnbuckle.
That buzz grew into a roar of incredulous delight when the sinewy bendy-back stuffed one hand against Becky's abs and wrapped the other around her throat to hoist her fellow former World Champion off her perch in a Military Press! Arms and shoulders thrumming with the effort of holding her burden aloft, a beaming Eliza tromped to the center of the ring where she locked eyes with the Temptress before tilting back her head to grace the arena with a glorious high C! The Press cut out when the note did, Bliss abruptly dropping back and drawing both knees tight to her chest while the One Woman Army THWHUMPED gut-first onto those upraised joints!
DRAMATICALLY GOOD GUTBUSTER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=HpDMRd2HtEk
Becky curled in on herself and rolled away, though she didn't move fast enough to prevent Eliza from grabbing on at shoulder and hip. Tugging the crippled champ over onto her back, Bliss punished her with a miniature Splash to ensure Becky was still sucking wind when the Brit hooked the far leg and Al counted off...
ONE...
TWO...
THRENOOOOOOOO!
Replay would later show that Clayton did get a shoulder off the canvas prior to 'THREE!' but no one really noticed at the time because Celia stormed through the ropes and delivered a hard stomp between Eliza's shoulders! The interference brought Olivia into the ring at once, not that she had a chance to get at the Crimson Cagliostro before Blassenville raised her hands and backpedaled to the champions' side of town. “You're not in control of this experiment, little bird.” she told the scowling blonde. “Don't think you are, not even for a second.”
Elsewhere, Eliza helped herself to a double handful of hair so she could pull the traitorous leader of the Howling Commandos to verticality. This gave way to a Wristlock and a Kneelift, the challengers clearly of one mind when it came to absolutely destroying Clayton's ribs. With Bex wheezing like an old tea kettle, Bliss shouldered her away to create a little separation, then dropped her hips and sent the champ on her way with an Irish NO!
Clayton reached the end of her tether and dug in her heels to send the Songbird to the ropes in her stead. The change of plans mattered not to Eliza, her stride was sure as ever when she skipped onto the second strand and launched herself backward, the brunette transforming herself into a hundred and twenty pound missile with her right elbow as the warhe—'OOOOOOOHHHH!' from the FAWNatics when the Peacekeeper got her arms up and caught the inbound Englishwoman in a snug Full Nelson! Sinking into a crouch to gather her reserves (and to brace herself for the inevitable stain on her fucking ribs) Becky let loose with a belligerent war cry and shot up on tiptoes to haul Eliza Bliss high into the air only to let loose and THAWHAM the challenger against the deck with a massive Full Nelson Slam!
FULL NELSON SLAM:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=xdTZLzkMBy8
Eliza landed flat and stayed that way so Clayton planted a boot on either side of her head and dropped to her knees, Bex putting those camouflaged glutes all up in Bliss' face in a tawdry arrangement that got even worse when the brunette crooked one hand into a claw and 'SMECKED' it closed between her foe's thighs! “BITCH!” the One Woman Army snarled down at her trapped adversary, who'd started to squirm like a live wire the instant Clayton secured her grip. “You think you're going to fucking embarrass me? I'll break you over my goddamned knee!”
That certainly didn't sound like the talk of a woman looking to close things out quickly and Bex seemingly didn't notice her foe's shoulders were down even when Al dove in alongside his charges and counted off...
ONE...
TWO...
Olivia flew in from the challenger's side of the ring and threw herself into a Low Dropkick that THUMPED Clayton broadside to break up the cover and the vicious submission in a single stroke! “Meddling insect.” Celia came through the ropes as her partner tumbled off and went straight for the blonde only to come up short when Al scurried between them.
“Back to your corner, Celia!” he ordered without hesitation.
Blassenville didn't take her eyes off Olivia. “And what of our obnoxious scarecrow friend? Where are the harsh demands on her?”
“She's already heading back to her corner, isn't that right, Olivia?”
“Already backing into the ropes, Algernon!” Dare replied as she reached the far side of the ring.
Celia didn't advance, but she made no effort to leave, either. “Your bias is showing, Mr. Carpenter.”
“Anything you'd call bias can be attributed to the fact that you're not thinking clearly, Ms. Blassenville.” the official countered. “In your arrogance you clearly didn't plan for this sort of aggression from the challengers and you've been behind the eight ball since you stepped through those ropes. Now, if you really want to regain control of this experiment, you'll get back to your corner and redirect that anger to a more logical target. Do you understand?”
Despite all his bold talk, Al had expected Celia to go off like a volcano. Instead she blinked several times and actually nodded. “Crudely stated, Mr. Carpenter. But effective nonetheless.” With that she strode back to the Psy Ops corner and soon had hold of the tag rope once more. “Collect yourself, Rebecca!” the redhead advised her partner as Becky struggled to one knee. “Their best shot was effective, but clearly not enough to carry the day, so catch your breath and--” Blassenville trailed into irritated silence when Clayton pivoted on one foot and spiked the other into the pit of her opponent's stomach!
Having just made it to all fours, a gasping Eliza rolled toward the bottom rope in search of an exit, unfortunately Bex lunged after her and snatched a massive handful of hair. “I hear ya, Doc.” the brunette huffed as she dragged the struggling Soprano back to verticality. “And I'll collect myself just as soon as I've collected this bitch's teeth from the canvas.”
Switching over to a Wristlock so the zebra wouldn't whine any louder, Bex shouldered her foe into the ropes and made a point of grinding the bony joint into Bliss' sternum before she stepped back, dropped a shoulder and sent Eliza on her way with an Irish Whip. This tactic almost raised a sharp rebuke from the Crimson Cagliostro, but Blassenville held her tongue and was rewarded when Clayton dug in her heels and reeled the Diva back the way she'd came before she got close enough to even attempt a tag. Not that Bliss tried, she was still struggling to catch her breath when Becky caught her around the upper thighs and shot up on one foot, the BFG swinging through a dangerously smooth half-circle before she dropped to her knees and THAWHAMMED Eliza to the deck courtesy the Spinebuster!
SPINEBUSTER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=tUg6n_REfi8
Settled on her knees between the Briton's splayed stems, Becky hunched down and slipped her arms under the brunette's knees so she could fold her in half with a Matchbook good for the...
ONE...
TWO...
THRNOOOO!
No assist from Dare this time, Eliza kicked free with half a second to spare and in doing so drove her butt into Clayton's abs with enough force to draw a pained grunt from the champion. Displeased (and admittedly a little concerned) by the damage done to her partner's ribs by the duplicitous carrion birds, Celia patted the top turnbuckle with one hand and said, “Excellent work, Rebecca. Now tag me in so you can catch your breath.”
“My ribs are fine.” Clayton answered at once. “But yeah, I'll tag ya in. You've got some scores to settle too.”
The Temptress expected her to simply stroll over and make the tag so she was less than pleased when Becky wrapped a hand around Bliss' throat and hauled her to boot-leather. Nor did her mood grow any brighter when the One Woman Army braced her free hand against the inside of Bliss' thigh so she could haul her up in a Military Press! Bex's execution was perfect, but Blassenville saw the strain on her face before she turned around and that guaranteed Olivia saw it too. “You see this, idiots?” she shouted to the jeering FAWNatics. “THIS is how you do a proper Military Press! Only a goddamned nerd has to stack her opponent on the top turnBUURRRGGHHH!”
Bliss might've been a goddamned nerd, but she was far from helpless, as Clayton discovered when the suspended brunette reached down and stuffed her right hand into the champion's mouth! Technically it wasn't a Cleft Note because it was upside down, Eliza had her thumb jammed beneath Becky's tongue and her other fingers crushing against her chin, but no matter the arrangement it still did a damned fine job of making Clayton shudder all over.
“Drop her, Rebecca!” Celia bellowed at the other Destroyer at the top of her lungs. “Toss her to the floor if you have to, that'll break her damned gr--”
The redhead cursed in disgust as Bliss wriggled free and dropped down her opponent's back to secure a tight Bodyscissors around her waist! This rearranging earned Clayton a brief respite from the claw, but it was only a matter of heartbeats before Eliza adjusted and secured it again, properly this time. Doing her level best to gouge her fingers through the other brunette's lower jaw while also crushing her ribs with the Scissors, the Superlative Soprano bore down on two fronts and hissed, “You're not nearly as good as you think you are, understudy. You're just a mad dog yapping on the end of Celia's leasHWOAH—NNNGGGGHHHH!”
Disgustingly aware that she had to deal with this brat right now, the Peacekeeper wrapped her arms around Bliss' knees and clasped her hands to confine the former World Champion in a piggyback of sorts. 'Hupping' Eliza up as high as the Scissors would presently allow, Bex hit full reverse and didn't stop until she heard and felt her tormentor BWUUUNG against the Psy Ops turnbuckles. Celia slapped her partner's shoulder at once, then grabbed a huge handful of hair and yanked her head back over the top rope at painfully awkward angle. Give the Diva credit though, she hadn't abandoned her Bodyscissors, indeed she managed a final crushing constriction before the Mistress of Puppets reared back and THWHACKED a huge Overhead Forearm Smash against her chest!
Bliss' ankles unlocked and Becky stumbled clear of the corner only to collapse to all fours so she could easier clutch at her throbbing ribs. As for the redhead, she directed her animosity at Eliza's sternum, Blassenville unloading nearly a dozen of those cudgeling blows before Al Carpenter hurried over and said, “All right, Celia. You made the tag, so get in the ring.”
The Temptress made no argument, she only slipped through the ropes and THWUMPED a Kneelift into the Englishwoman's midsection. From there she boosted the breathless brunette into a seat on the top turnbuckle, then reached up with both hands and crossed her wrists so she could catch Eliza's noggin in a Cravate. Wrenching the challenger's head to one side just because she could, Blassenville worked the painful hold for a few seconds before she stepped back and yanked Bliss out of her seat, the lithesome brunette tumbling up, over and DOWN to the canvas with thunderous Cravate-o-Clasm!
CRAVATE-O-CLASM:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=LmAjcU3-WDI
Becky, back on her feet as of a few seconds prior, nodded in satisfaction at the sight of Bliss stretched out on the canvas. She treated herself to a few quick stomps to Eliza's tummy and might've doled out a whole lot more if Celia hadn't placed a hand on her shoulder. “Catch your breath, Rebecca.” it wasn't a request. “The mice are not in control, WE ARE. Remember that and keep a close eye on Dare.” The Crimson Cagliostro didn't wait for a reply, instead she turned her attention to Bliss and scraped her off the mat with a big handful of hair. Drawing the woozy battler into a Front Facelock as soon as she was upright, Celia slung Eliza's near arm across her shoulders, then grabbed a handful of waistband and hoisted her all the way to high noon. None of the FAWNatics ever wanted to cheer the efforts of someone as devious as Celia Blassenville, yet there were times when it couldn't be helped and watching her keep Eliza suspended like she was nothing more than a bag of leaves was one of them.
Holding Bliss aloft until the mice on the other side of the barricade reached 'FIVE' on their count, Celia quickly tromped to the edge of the squared circle and slung Eliza down into a nauseating gut-first landing atop the rubber-coated steel! Bliss was folded in half upon landing, her usual dulcet tones replaced by an awful rasping sound as she tried to catch her breath. Blassenville made no attempt to stop this recovery, she was happy to let Eliza gurgle and groan while she jogged to the nearest neutral corner and sprinted out, the Temptress busting out some serious speed to THWHONK a huge Kneelift into the side of Bliss' skull!
The suffering soprano swooned off the ropes to the apron but didn't tumble to the floor because she retained just enough awareness to hook her arm over the uppermost strand. Of course this act of self preservation also ensured she was still far too close to Celia Blassenville and the champ capitalized by palming the Briton's noggin in her hands. “Birds really are beautiful creatures.” she murmured as she started to squeeeeeeeeeze harder and harder. “Little bits of song given wings to provide wonderful pops of color to this sick, sad world.” The Temptress was really pouring it on, her strong arms shredded into shadowy relief under the cold arena lights. Bliss didn't just take it though, balled her right hand into a fist and pounded away at the redhead's flank. Alas she was still woozy from earlier punishment and the Destroyer soaked it up with nary a grimace.
Leaning in close enough to make brazen eye contact with the suffering Englishwoman, Celia sighed and said, “If only they weren't so damned fragile.” she snapped her head forward, Blassenville THWHUNKING a heavy shot between her foe's eyes! Eliza shuddered from nose to toes, but her remaining grip on the top rope meant she didn't tumble to the floor. Although that might've been preferable to what happened next, all things considered. Still holding onto Bliss' dome despite Al Carpenter's growing insistence that Celia return the action to the ring proper, the Temptress tugged her prey forward and down so that the debilitated Diva found herself draped gut-first over the top rope. From there Blassenville traded in her head-hold for an equally rough Gutwrench around the challenger's midsection. Hands locked tight enough to make Eliza wheeze, Celia earned grudging 'oooooooohhhh's' from the FAWNatics and wary concern from Olivia when she stepped away and flipped the lithesome brunette up onto the point of her shoulder in an agonizing Canadian Backbreaker!
CANADIAN BACKBREAKER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=cZnASK5I1qo
“HHHRRRRRGGHHHH AAAARRRHHHHH!” Eliza's wails of anguish weren't nearly so melodious as her usual efforts, though they still contained a certain terrible beauty if judged by the contemplative smile on Blassenville's face when she wheeled around to hone in on the remaining Blackbird.
“I commend you on an excellent game-plan Ms. Dare, truly I do. You planned, coordinated and executed with a precision that goes far beyond merely commendable.” The Mistress of Puppets punctuated her compliment by jouncing in place to bend poor Eliza even deeper into that awful, unforgiving 'U'. “But you must have known there was a very real possibility that your efforts would fail if Rebecca and I gained our bearings. And as you can see, I am VERY much in control of HHRRRK--”
Cheers from the Sweltering mob when Eliza crooked her right hand into that familiar talon and thrust it into Blassenville's mouth! “SQUEEZE, ELIZA!” Dare shouted to her struggling friend over the roar of the crowd. “Squeeze until that awful harpy has to let you--”
Not about to let the Cleft Note remain in place for too long, Celia bounced even harder and when that didn't break the 'bird's grip she went up on tiptoes, then dropped to one knee to THAWHAM Bliss down on the back of her head and shoulders with an improvised Powerbomb! The impact folded Eliza in half and Celia did not relinquish her Waistlock so Al dove in beside the action and counted off...
TEMPTING POWERBOMB:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=xuPfkFGTlTM
ONE...
TWO...
THRNOOOO!
Eliza twisted free of the redhead's grasp, doing do half a heartbeat before Blassenville rose to confront Olivia, who'd stormed through the ropes to interrupt the pin. “Go ahead, little bird.” Celia swatted Carpenter's arm aside when he attempted to get between the two. “I know you want to. The question of our first meeting still haunts you more than a decade later, does it not? Tell me, how often do you wake up with a start, knowing it was nothing more than the machinations of a six-toed inbred hillbilly that prevented you from being a one and done chamNGH!”
Carpenter was hovering too close for 'Liv to wind up a proper European Uppercut, so the blonde settled for a quick, backhanded Bitch Slap instead! Blassenville's head barely twitched, but her eyes narrowed to furious slots and she would've wrung the challenger's neck then and there if Olivia hadn't already backpedaled out of grabbin' distance.
“You're not invincible, Celia.” Dare called over the admonitions of the official. “You or your camouflage catspaw.”
“Perhaps you're right.” Blassenville said with a nasty little smile. “But it won't be you or this tone-deaf piece of trash that brings our study to an end.” she punctuated the insult by wheeling around, snatching a double handful of the still on all fours brunette and THUNKING a quick Kneelift into the side of her skull!
Eliza sagged something awful but the hair-hold wouldn't let her stretch out flat which meant it wasn't long before the Temptress had her upright again. Switching over to a Wristlock only after she'd made a point of wrenching Eliza's head back and forth at least half a dozen times, the Mistress of Puppets pointed her toward a neutral corner and sent her off courtesy an Irish Whip. Bliss crossed the ring in silence, though she let loose a concerning groan that coincided with the BWUUUNG of her back hitting the buckles.
Both sounds were still ringing in the ears of the FAWNatics when Celia rushed in a top speed, the Destroyer class redhead rearing back for a huge Lariat across her foe's sterNO! Arms hooked over the top rope, the Superlative Soprano brought both knees up and pistoned a Mule Kick into her attacker's chesOR NOT!
Celia felt the adjustment coming and she ground to a halt so she could snatch hold of Eliza's ankles before the kick could launch, let alone connect. Smirking at the concern that flashed across the Briton's face, the Temptress murmured, “I'm afraid you need to learn some new material, Ms. Bliss. Everyone here is familiar with your tired old standGGGRRRHHHH!”
Eliza lunged forward, crooked her left arm around the back of Blassenville's skull while she jammed the middle and ring fingers of her right hand under the champion's tongue! Celia abandoned her grip on Eliza's boots at once so she could hammer half a dozen hard punches into the other woman's flanks. Left uncontested those shots would've broken the Cleft Note in short order, but the Diva hopped up and 'smecked' her legs around Blassenville's waist to add a crushing Bodyscissors to the dangerous predicament! Laughing with delight as the normally unflappable Temptress shuddered and groaned in her grasp, Eliza flipped hair out of her eyes and exclaimed, “Apparently you didn't consult my set-list for this evening, MISS Blassenville! If you had, you would've been prepared for this particular spot of trouBRRRGGGHHH!”
Celia's surprise proved short-lived as she hooked her arms under Bliss' thighs and scooped her up a little higher just to rush forward and drive her against the buckles! The impact was far from pleasant, but Blassenville hadn't built up much momentum so Eliza only squeezed both hooks that much tighter. “You could just grab the ropes.” Bliss huffed. “Tell Carpenter and everyone watching at home that your boundless intellect didn't know what to do when I NNGGGHH!”
Celia backpedaled out of corner only to throw herself forward again, the redhead putting every bit of her weight into crushing the smaller grappler against the rough-padded steel. The Cleft Note actually popped outta Blassenville's mouth, yet the Scissors remained and the Mistress of Puppets wouldn't settle for anything less than complete subjugation so she—Eliza draped her arms over the top rope and broke the Scissors of her own accord so she could finally SLAM that much delayed Mule Kick into her opponent's chest!
The blow sent Celia backpedaling into the middle of the ring, which in turn meant the former World Champion had enough time to boots herself into a perch on the top turnbuckle. Rising to her full height while Blassenville caught her balance, the brunette leapt into the lights without offering one of her usual high notes, thus it was up to Becky Clayton to shout, “LOOK OUT, CELIA!” half a heartbeat before the Blackbird grabbed hold of her head and dropped down flat on her back to THAWHUMP both knees into the woozy wrestler's chest!
SHEER BLISS:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=xNFysH8T76k
Overwhelmed by the audacious might of Sheer Bliss, Blassenville flew off her feet and landed hard on the deck. The canvas still shivered with aftershocks when Eliza hurried over and flopped down across the redhead's chest in a weary Crossbody good for the...
ONE...
TWO...
THRNOOOO!
Becky Clayton was mere steps from the action when Celia kicked out and though she wanted to put the boots to Eliza very much, she elected to return to the Psy Ops corner without incident
Olivia, who'd also breached the ring but hadn't made it as far as the Peacekeeper, kept a baleful eye on her until she'd stepped back onto the apron. Clayton raised the tag rope in one hand and flipped Dare off with the other. “Rules apply to you too, skinny.” Dare didn't wait until she'd claimed the tag rope, she simply offered up an answering middle finger before taking her leave of the canvas.
As for the legal competitors, Celia and Eliza were both looking the worse for wear after the near-fall, with the former rolled over onto her stomach and the latter stretched out on her back. More than happy to consider veteran status and known durability into his calculations, Carpenter waited a few extra seconds to see if either lady would stir and when they didn't he hoisted a hand to the heavens to proclaim, “ONE!” Both wrestlers grimaced at the sound, but neither made a move so the count rolled on, now with the FAWNatics lending their voices. “TWO... THREE... FOUR... FIVE...”
Blassenville grimaced and pushed to her knees while Bliss slowly rolled in the direction of Olivia's voice, which was urging her toward the challengers' corner in no uncertain terms. Celia was back on her feet by 'SEVEN!' with Eliza perhaps a half step behind. It wasn't much of a lead, yet it still proved decisive for Psy Ops because the redhead 'CLAPPED' the Peacekeeper back onto the field a few steps ahead of the challengers!
Cursing aloud when she heard the fans start jeering all the louder, Bliss gathered her reserves and leapt for her corner, the brunette stretched out full length to touch Olivia's fingers in full view of the official! The tag was made but the path was far from clear, what with Clayton bearing down on her like a freight train. Even so, Dare grabbed the top rope in both hands, and stepped onto the bottom strand, the Oncoming Storm looking to springboard onto the fie—Bex put on a burst of speed and fired off a Big Boot aimed straight for Dare's chi—NO!
Olivia caught hold of the blonde's ankle in both hands and jerked backward, the crafty veteran bracing her heels against the edge of the apron to viciously twaaaaaaaaaaang Clayton's crotch against the rubber-coated steel!
“BITCH!” Becky shrieked like a banshee as she tried to stay upright after the nauseating counter. “I'LL KILL YOU FOR THANGH! NGH! NGH! NNNNNGGGGHHHHRRRR!”
Still holding onto her foe's ankle, Dare yanked that leg forward and down so she could tuck Clayton's ankle behind the second rope. With the big blonde's limb thus locked 'Liv delivered three dagger-tip elbows to her opponent's vulnerable thigh, then backed off just far enough to THWHACK a Super Kick against the side of her knee. Bex yowled and hunched forward, one hand white-knuckling the top rope while the scrabbled at the second in an effort to spring herself from the springy tra—“GAAAAAAHHHH FAAAAAAAHK!”
Eliza rushed in from behind and drilled a Soccer Kick into the pit of Clayton's other knee! The brunette's plant leg crumpled and she ended flipped upside down in an incredibly awkward Tree of Woe that put even more strain on the champ's trapped knee.
“GET HER OUT OF THERE!” Blassenville demanded of the official as began to tromp across the squared circle. “Goddammit Carpenter, do your fucking joBRRRGGHHHH!” Bliss blindsided the Temptress with an awkward Spear that drove both ladies to the canvas!
Set in the eye of the storm that was these four warring women, Al took a deep breath as his eyes flicked back and forth between the paired combatants. After a moment he focused his attention on Blassenville and Bliss with the idea of clearing the squared circle for his two legal charges. Speaking of whom, Clayton was still fighting to get free of the ropes while Olivia hurried to a neutral corner and scrambled into a perch in the high rent dist—disappointment from the FAWNatics when the Camouflage Crusher forced the escape hatch and dropped to the canvas in an awkward, gimpy-legged sprawl!
“Bitch.” Clayton rasped as she rolled onto her stomach, then grabbed onto the ropes to help haul herself back to verticality. “You cheap, sneaking, scrawny-ass bitch. I'm gonna bury you in the middle of this fucking riNNNNGGGGHHHHHH!”
Olivia came off the top like a Valkyrie, the Briton THWHUMPING a vicious Missile Dropkick into the pit of her opponent's stomach! Bex was blown off her feet and went tumbling across the canvas, the brunette almost barreling into Eliza and Celia before she came to rest with her ankles somewhere north of her ears. Gutted and gasping, Clayton couldn't get off her shoulders before Dare hurried over and sat down with all her weight on the champ's upturned haunches. Al, who'd had less luck parting Eliza and Celia than he cared to admit, scrambled away from the tangled battlers and scooted into place beside the legal pair to slap the mat...
ONE...
TWO...
THRENOOOOOOOO!
Sensing immediate peril despite the noticeable handicap of Bliss raining punches on her face, the Mistress of Puppets abruptly rolled her hips to send the two of them into Olivia's pin!
“All right, that's enough!” Carpenter barked at the tangle of limbs that'd so recently been four world class battlers. “Bliss, Blassenville, to your corners! Now, or I'll throw the whole damned thing out!”
Grumbling and muttering from Soprano and Temptress as they got up and trudged toward their respective corners.
As for Clayton and Dare, they rose to their knees, honed in on one another and promptly unleashed with a series of bludgeoning Forearm Smashes delivered to the other woman's chest! Snorting in derision when her last shot left Olivia rocked back on her haunches, Bex flipped hair out of her face, then lashed out with a quick Bitch Slap that pinked the Englishwoman's cheek. “What do you think you're doing, string-bean? Are you REALLY squaring up to throw hands with me or are you dealing with head traumNNNNGGGHHH!”
Must've been the former because Olivia hooked her left arm across the back of the brunette's head, pulled her down and THWHAPPED Clayton's chin with a big European Uppercut! Becky shuddered on impact and her situation didn't improve when Dare tacked on two more Uppercuts before shifting over to straight Forearm Smashes that pwak-pwak-pwak-PWAAAKED against the Destroyer's increasingly glassy features.
“Get your hands up, Rebecca!” Celia's tone was cool as ever, though a careful ear could detect the strain in her voice. “Death by a thousand cuts is still death!”
This observation seemed to irritate Olivia, who abruptly palmed the Peacekeeper's head in her hands so she could THUNK a Headbutt between her eyes! Switching over to a double fistful of hair when Clayton's hands dropped into her lap, the Oncoming Storm dragged the vulnerable Destroyer to her feet and snapped, “You're in no position to offer anyone advice, luv. You're both rabid dogs, far as I'm concerned. You're just better about keeping up appearances.”
Blassenville's grip on the tag rope tightened as she offered the Englishwoman a brittle smile. “And yet I feel perfectly within my rights to offer you advice as well, Miss. Dare. Keep your mouth shut, lest I decide to shut it for you.”
'Liv answered that sass with another stiff European Uppercut for Clayton before she went low and took hold of the brunette's left ankle in both hands. Stretching it up and out like she was about to unleash a Dragon Screw, Dare instead dipped beneath the exposed limb and twisted under it so she could straighten up with it draped across her shoulders. Blassenville grit her teeth as she watched the insolent scrap of a woman collect Rebecca's head in a Front Facelock, but the Temptress remained anchored in place like a good little lab-rat, one hand on the tag rope and the other surreptitiously loosening the snug knots that kept the pad wrapped around the top turnbuckle.
Not that anyone noticed her efforts of course, they were all too enraptured by Dare's show of deceptive strength as she dipped down, let out an effortful grunt and muscled the bundled Becky directly overhead for a reign-ending Quatermass Bus—NOOOO! Clayton couldn't power free of the Blackbird's grasp but she could secure one of her own and what a grip it was, clamped directly between Olivia's thighs!
Dare shrieked and dropped her burden at once, Clayton's injured leg almost giving out when she returned to the canvas. But a sloppy clench with the challenger allowed her to stay upright long enough to steady out her balance and THWHUMP a Kneelift into Olivia's crotch! 'Liv keened like a feedback loop, a high, whistling sound that cut through the thick jeers and the outraged shouts of Eliza Bliss.
It was all music far as Bex was concerned and she jammed out to it while she gripped Dare by the nape of the neck and reared back as far as she could, the Camouflage Crusher's right arm stretched out full length to build up even more momentum when she whipped forward and THWHUMPED Olivia across the sternum with a Lariat that turned her inside out!
BURNING LARIAT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=NYkqbHXa6C0
“Wonderful work, Rebecca!” Celia sounded delighted while everyone else sounded aghast. “High marks all around, but perhaps you'd like to bring our flighty little adversary over here?” she only patted the top turnbuckle twice, but Clayton didn't fail to catch her meaning.
Bex dipped her head ever so slightly, though her verbal response was much more contrary. “Good idea, Doc. But I'd rather her piece of shit partner get a better view of the end.”
Plunging her hands into Olivia's hair, Becky hauled the Englishwoman up alongside so she scoop her up gut-first onto the brunette's right shoulder. From there she took hold of Dare's biceps and muscled her up into the face-first Crucifix that was the sure harbinger of—Clayton turned away from the Blackbirds corner and loped toward the champs' side of town despite the noticeable hitch in her giddy-up!
Knowing what needed to be done and more importantly, when to do it, Celia waited until Clayton was almost to the corner before she let go of the tag rope and pointed accusingly at the opposite corner. “GET BACK OVER THERE, BITCH!”
Al turned to check on the presumed intrusion and that's when Blassenville yanked down the turnbuckle neat as a magician doing a trick! A boilerplate Snake Eyes was unpleasant enough, things got downright awful when it was delivered to a naked steel ring, as Olivia discovered when her forehead hit with an awful BWUNK! The bendy-back went dishrag limp and dropped to her knees with her noggin on the second turnbuckle, looking for all the world like a penitent that'd chosen a very odd time and place to make amends.
Over on the other side of the ring, Eliza hadn't actually witnessed what happened to her partner because Al obscured her view when he hurried over to check on Blassenville's bullshit accusation. “Stay in the corner, Eliza.” he warned. “You know the rules.”
She held up the tag rope and gave it a shake. Does it look like I've left?” It didn't, yet the zebra still kept an eye on her for a moment longer, thus ensuing that Celia had enough time to slip the discarded turnbuckle pad back into place.
Their terrible ruse thus undetected, Psy Ops exchanged a tag and put their heads together as Becky grabbed a handful of Dare's waistband. “Bliss will try to stop the grand finale, I'll ensure she does not. We set for MK Ultra, but don't execute until my signal. Understood?”
Clayton did. “Loud and clear, doc. You lift, I cut?”
“Indeed.”
Clayton backed off once she'd transferred the Briton to Blassenville's possession, the Camouflage Crusher moving considerably slower after all the damage that'd been inflicted on her ribs and leg. As for the Temptress, she drilled a Kneelift into Olivia's belly just to double her over for the Standing Headscissors and Waistlock combo that let her boost the former World Champion onto her right shoulder. From there she slid her grips out to Dare's biceps which in turn let her hoist the blonde that much higher with the Crucifix.
Elsewhere, Eliza watched her partner get drawn into position for the champs' finisher and knew there was no time to waste. Gauging distance told her there was no way to get right at the Crimson Cagliostro, which meant... Bliss grabbed the top rope in both hands and leapt onto it just to soar out into the lights, the Superlative Soprano drawing both knees up to chest level to give Clayton her own taste of Sheer Bliss.
Celia saw Eliza take flight and flicked a glance at Becky. “High Lariat... NOW!”
The One Woman Army didn't question, she simply whipped around in a half circle and lashed out with her right arm to—THAWHACK! Clayton's no look counter landed true, smashing the Blackbird across the sternum to drop her out of the air with all the grace of a dropped rock! The crowd, giddy at the prospect of Eliza's cavalry charge, groaned in disappointment and sympathetic anguish as the brunette landed awkwardly on the back of her head and shoulders before slopping over onto her stomach.
As for Becky, the force of the Lariat dropped her to her knees, but the resultant adrenaline rush got her back up in the blink of an eye. Whirling back to her partner and the legal challenger, Clayton delayed only long enough to kick some invisible dirt on the ruined crater where she'd left Eliza Bliss. Then she nodded to Celia who flipped Olivia forward and down just as Clayton rushed in, the champ catching Dare's noggin into a Three Quarters Facelock that completed the fusion of Dominator and Ace Crusher that THAWHAMMED the Oncoming Storm flat on her face, chest, and belly!
MK ULTRA @ 3:05
www.youtube.com/watch?v=JQ55b1nOcBI
Practically defenseless from the instant her skull collided with the exposed turnbuckle, any semblance of conscious thought was shooed from Dare's mind when she bounced onto her back as the latest victim of MK Ultra. Nor did spark of resistance flicker when Blassenville slithered in for a domineering Crossbody, a cover made all the more troublesome because Clayton palmed her partner's shoulders to nod along with Al Carpenter's...
ONE...
TWO...
THREE!
Celia dropped Dare's leg and reared back on her haunches, the victorious Destroyer making a point of brushing some dust off her hands while the Announcer proclaimed the bad news. “Ladies and gentlemen, your winners via pin-fall and STILL the FAWN Tag Team Champions... PSY OPS!”
The boos had started in earnest the moment Becky landed that Lariat, they only got louder when the Peacekeeper trudged over to Eliza and kicked her onto her back so she could take a rude seat on the Songbird's upturned features! “That's right bitch,” Clayton put her hands on Bliss' belly and pressed down as hard as she could, “kiss my ass!”
“Really Rebecca, is that necessary?” Celia sighed as the diminished Diva squealed and squirmed beneath the brunette's triumphant glutes. “It's so unseemly.”
“Don't knock it til you've tried it, doc.” Bex punctuated her advice with a quick slap to Eliza's defenseless trunks. “It's very therapeutic, I thought you of all people would get it.”
Blassenville rolled her eyes, then decided what the hell and swung a leg over Olivia's head to settle into a matching seat! The blonde's reaction was much more muted, little more than a soft whine and the frantic, shallow suction of obstructed breath against her briefs, but the Temptress nodded appreciatively nonetheless.
“I do believe you're right, Rebecca.” the redhead adjusted her position and bounced a little, just because. “This is worth further study, though next time I'll require a subject that's a bit less...”
“Knocked the fuck out?”
“Precisely.” They were on their feet moments later, both Blackbirds subdued and shiny in the aftermath of the galling stereo smother. “This was almost a disaster.” Celia noted after the champs had gold over their shoulders once more. “The sort of catastrophic breakdown that can ruin months, if not years of planning.”
“I underestimated them.” Clayton growled in disgust. “It won't happen again.”
“We underestimated them.” Blassenville corrected. “But you're right, it won't happen again. Do you know why?”
“Because we're going to make examples of these shit-bags?”
“Close. We're going to make examples of the next set of shit-bags. The ones that flounce to the ring thinking they'll succeed where these two failed. We're going to show everyone that the machinations of mice, no matter how brilliant, never amount to anything more than amusing failures.”
Promises made, the ladies of Psy Ops clinked their belts together and held them high in a brazen challenge to any and all that might try to upset the new order of things.