Post by hawkeye on Oct 11, 2023 14:37:55 GMT
As a hovering steel structure began to dramatically descend from the upper reaches of FAWN Arena, the crowd roared to life knowing the fateful battle for the Four-Sided Forest was upon them.
And as if to confirm their excitement, ethereal chimes brought the FAWNatics’ to the edge of their seats, the sound of strings transporting everyone to a faraway place and time.
GISELLE'S THEME:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=oEBNIzOIbVs
The assembled rose to their feet as one, intensely excited to welcome the charming sovereign of their favorite storybook realm.
PRINCESS GISELLE
The Disney-adjacent royalty seemed to float to center stage, the crowd gazing in wonderment at a woman plucked from the pages of a fairy tale. The dark-haired beauty wore what could only be called FAWNticized Sleeping Beauty gear.
Flanking their Greater Good counterpart were the fair maidens of Giselle’s court.
To her left stood Lady Liberty, her mere presence filling hearts with pride and eyes with an athletic, blonde beauty in stars-n-stripes. The American Idol smiled without hesitation, blue eyes like sapphires, curls spun from gold.
Liberty wrapped an arm around the shoulders of tonight’s GG grappler.
LADY LIBERTY
Though she’ll cheer on the Princess from outside the realm, LL wore battle gear atop her sublimely sporty frame, the colors of her country proudly displayed. The sports top was white, with a red torch aflame across her bosom; sapphire bikini briefs were decorated with a smattering of stars, her elbow pads a dazzling blue while her boots were a radiant red.
Giselle’s opposite bookend was the beloved Ginger Genius, Colleen O’Neal.
The fans’ auburn-haired darling Angel planted herself at Giselle’s right hand, ready to defend her friend to the last should the need arise.
COLLEEN O’NEAL
Colleen was garbed in her iconic tight spandex one-piece, halved in pink and sky blue with pink boots to mid-thigh and silver fingerless gloves.
The Princess and her allies strode to the ring, Giselle bouncing between each side of the aisle, making certain to touch each fan wanting to be next to her enchanted presence, beaming smile melting the hearts of all those around her.
Reaching the ring as the cage finished its journey, the Princess took a lap of her magic glen, spreading the love to all wishing to enter FAWN’s fabulous fable.
Having completed her circle, returning to the corner with the door, the Theme Park Monarch gave each of her famous boosters a warm embrace.
“I shall slay the Sorceress,” Giselle assured. “And peace will return to the glade.”
Colleen nodded, cupping an ivory cheek of the combatant.
“Just be ready for anything, Princess. Because that’s what that nutcase will bring.”
Liberty offered the brunette a crisp salute and Giselle returned a cute curtsy. She turned with a deep breath and scampered up the steps, moves through the open door, and slid between the ropes.
Within her forest, silver baton in hand, the Theme Park Monarch waved the wand with a flourish and, at the end of the dramatic sweep, she blasted glitter and metallic silver confetti across the land, giving the interior of the cage a peculiar dichotomy of joy and trepidation.
Her radiant majesty tossed the expended wand over the top of the enclosure as a 'PRIN-CESS' chant emerged, slowed only by the Announcer’s decree.
“Our next match is scheduled for one mythical age with the victor awarded domain over the Four-Sided Forest! Introducing first, standing five feet-five inches tall and weighing one-hundred and fifteen pounds, hailing from the Magic Kingdom, the stunning Belle of the Brawl…PRINCESS GISELLE!”
The otherworldly beauty waved to her adoring subjects, then retreated to her corner to wait with bated breath for the usurper.
“And introducing her opponent! Being accompanied to the ring by Heaven Hughes. Hailing from Peaksville Ohio, she stands at five feet five inches tall and weighs in at one hundred and twenty-five pounds. She is inscrutable, indecipherable and downright impossible! This is VIOLYT GOODHEART!”
The sound of that name earned immediate jeers from those assembled, though the noise wasn't enough to put a damper on the ominously catchy intro of I Don’t Know How But They Found Me’s ‘Choke’.
CHOKE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=mvJjmWTg7Qo
Stop, drop
And drag me into place
And lock the fire escapes
I'll break your pretty face
Yeah, Yeah
Oh, you clever little things
The sycophantic teens
What a precious basket case
Yeah, Yeah
VIOLYT GOODHEART:
HEAVEN HUGHES:
Her anthem was greeted by panic from the lighting system and increased unease from the good denizens of the Four-Sided Forest, the former achieving full strobe status and the latter obviously concerned what life might be like under the watchful eye of the Glittering Enigma. Coherency was dealt yet another blow by the pair of cannons arranged on either side of the stage, both of which fired off massive clouds of black and green glitter at the start of the chorus! From the center of this multicolored maelstrom emerged a surprisingly dainty figure wearing a tall blue cap straight out of the Sorcerer's Apprentice. Smiling cheerily as ever, Goodheart paused amidst the swirling glitter to glance at the blonde at her side. “This is it, Hughes. The apotheosis of our good Princess Giselle. Isn't it great?”
Heaven, doing her best to work from context clues, nodded once and said, “...Yes?”
Goodheart treated her protege to some quick side-eye. “The highest point, Hughes. A culmination. A climax, if you will. Tonight's the night we find out if Giselle's an actual defender of the realm or just another fair-weather cosplayer.”
“I see. And she'll achieve that how?”
Violyt smiled sweetly. “By dragging her face across every link in that cage of course. Blood is vital when it comes to sacrifice, as you well know.”
Heaven knew no such thing and was about to explain as such to Godheart, but she abruptly set off down the aisle, the Pink Stranger zipping back and forth to clap hands or pie-face anyone who actually reached in her direction. Upon reaching the foot of the ramp she crossed to the other side and repeated the process all the way back to the top. With everyone thoroughly puzzled as to her motives (which was exactly how she liked it), the woman who called herself Violyt Goodheart turned her attention to the steel cage and started down for the second time in as many minutes while Heaven waited beside Senior Official Nick Castle.
For tonight's display of might and magic, the blonde wore glittery green trunks spangled with black stars and other arcane symbols, a V-shaped purple trim 'belt' and much thinner matching trim around the leg holes. Above this was a green and black sworled halter-style top with purple trim along the neckline and edges. Her pads at knee and elbow were a matching green, her boots were polished black while her wrist tape was dark purple. Atop all this she wore a classic black nylon windbreaker with purple trim at the collar and cuffs. It was the back of this windbreaker that offered concrete evidence that all was not as it seemed when it came to the Princess of Peaksville. Sure, the Lisa Frank style portrait of a dragon lurking in a crumbling castle was perfectly on brand, however the message below advised the reader to ’Eat the Weak!’ in a disconcertingly cartoonish script.
Slowing as she approached the wary official, Violyt peeled off her windbreaker and tossed it to him, then took a step back when Castle tried to approach. “No, no, no Mr. Zebra.” she warned. “You power is almost non-existent tonight. That includes checking me for weapons.”
Nick frowned. “Don't think I'm going to stand by and let you maim anyone on my watch, Violyt. The door may be chained shut, but there are bolt cutters on hand for a reason.”
“How little faith you have in our dear Princess.” Goodheart sniffed as she juked around the ref and strode up the steps. Swinging around once she was inside, the blonde grabbed hold of the door and swung it shut with a resounding CLANG! “Personally, I think she's going to surprise you all... but it's probably wise to keep those bolt cutters handy. Just in case.”
On that ominous suggestion she turned around and headed to the corner opposite the good Princess Giselle.
Separated from the sold-out crowd by a goodly amount of industrial grade steel, Violyt Goodheart reached out with one hand and hooked onto the chain-links. Closing her eyes on contact, the blonde gave her grip a sturdy shake and broke out in a beatific smile at the resultant clamor. Opening her eyes a moment later, she honed in on Giselle and asked, “It sounds like wind chimes, doesn't it Princess?”
“It sounds like the end of your treacherous games, Sorceress.” Giselle answered without hesitation. Unlike her opponent she didn't look nearly so thrilled by their surroundings, but she certainly didn't look afraid either. Indeed the expression on her face was as steely as the cage that armored the ring, perhaps a bit more so.
Absolutely delighted to see the brunette lay down her scepter in favor of a sword, Goodheart skipped out of the corner and took her place in the middle of the ring with an emphatic STOMP. “My games are far from treacherous, Princess.” she explained to the brunette. “They may be far more painful and revealing than you care to admit, but they're hardly unfair. And regardless of what happens within the confines of this blessed battleground tonight, whether you emerge with your head held high or cradled under one arm... the games will NEVER st--”
Uproarious cheers from those assembled at the 'Mania of Fawns when the pure beating heart of the Greater Good strode forth from the buckles and chested up on Violyt hard enough to knock the blonde back a couple steps! Following along so she could go nose to nose with the pitiless trickster, Giselle hissed, “They will stop because I am putting an end to you tonight, Sorceress. You have punished my friends, twisted an innocent soul,” she glanced at Heaven for half a heartbeat, causing the San Diego Sweetheart to frown in consternation. “and mocked my resolve for far too long. So it ends tonight. In suitably Grimm fashnnggghh!”
Violyt set her hands against Giselle's chest and pushed HARD, sending the brunette stumbling away to catch her footing. “Mocked your resolve?” Goodheart's normally cheery features were strained by a grotesque incredulity. “Mocked your resolve, have you been paying ANY FUCKING ATTENTION, Princess?” she snarled. “You are currently sharing the ring with perhaps the ONLY woman on this roster that doesn't think you're a pitiful, daydream-obsessed moron and you have the GALL to say I've mocked your res--”
Violyt took a step back, raised both hands to shoulder level and drew in a deep breath before letting it out slow. Returning her attention to Giselle shortly thereafter, the Glittering Enigma murmured, “You've been poorly treated by your so-called friends, Princess. So poorly treated in fact that you've come to feed on their thinly-veiled contempt of everything you hold dear. You've normalized it so much that you have no idea how to react when someone offers genuine engagement. That's ok though, that's their fault, not yours. I can bring you back to yourself, Princess. But it will require a great deal of pain, most of it yours. As a show of good faith...” Goodheart stepped forward with arms spread wide and her head held courteously forward. “...take the first shot. And make it couNNNNGGGHHH!”
The Theme Park Monarch didn't have to be told twice, she stepped in, reared back and THWHAPPED her adversary across the cheek with something that was equal parts Palm Strike and Bitch Slap!
Goodheart staggered back, touched a thumb to the corner of her mouth to check for blood. Finding none, she nodded at the brunette and said, “Not bad, but there's room for improvement.” The words were barely out of the blonde's mouth when she lashed out with a straight right hand that SMASHED against Giselle's mouth!
Groaning as her lips were mashed between knuckles and teeth, the Princess made to lock-up with the Pink Stranger, but Violyt was already through her defenses and snaking her right arm around the brunette's noggin to draw her down into a Side Headlock. Happily unfettered by things like decorum and rules on this most enchanted of evenings, Goodheart grrrrroooouuuuund Giselle's temple against the point of her hip while simultaneously pounding short, sharp punches into the brunette's hairline.
Giselle growled and fought to get free, albeit without much success. When no easy escape presented itself she crooked her left arm into a 'V' and jabbed the point of her elbow into Goodheart's tummy twice in rapid succession. It would've been more if the Princess of Peaksville hadn't crooked her punchin' fist into a talon and slowly dragged it across her opponent's eyes! “Decorum won't save the Four-Sided Forest tonight, Princess.” Violyt continued to score and gouge her opponent's pretty face, knowing full well the ref was merely an observer outside with the rest of the forest dwellers. “You want to delude yourself with the prospect of a happy ending? You're going to have to fight for RRRRGGGHHHH!” Giselle reached up with her right hand, grabbed a whole lot of the blonde's long locks and pulled hard enough to wrench Goodheart's neck at an awkward angle! “That's the spirit!” Violyt hissed as she continued to rip and tear at the brunette's forehead. “Now let's see if I can convince you to really commit!”
Knotting her hands so she could put more pressure on the Headlock, the Glittering Enigma stamped in place a few times before tromping over to the edge of the ring. The FAWNatics were certain she would introduce Giselle's face to the links, but the blonde chose the top rope instead, thrusting the Princess' cheek down against the rubber-coated steel and then strolling toward the corner for an abrasively cruel constitutional! PG shrieked and redoubled her efforts to escape, going so far as to grab onto the cage to prevent Goodheart from moving any farther. Nodding her approval at Giselle's tactics, Goodheart freed her left hand, balled it into a fist and began POUNDING at the top of her foe's hand until she was forced to relinquish the grip to prevent more punishment!
Goodheart headed back in the opposite direction as soon the Do Gooder's anchor gave way, though she hadn't gone far before she segued from the Headlock to a double handful of hair that let her haul Giselle up on tiptoe and BWANG her noggin into the cage hard enough to make a whole panel of chain-links jingle! “Your hesitation is understandable, Princess. Even admirable.” Vi's tone was remarkably calm for someone who looked like she was trying to force her opponent's head through the links of the cage. “You think engaging me on this level means sacrificing a part of yourself, perhaps becoming less a beacon of sweetness and light than you currently imagine. But if you insist on holding back, you won't have to worry about being lesser. You simply won't beRRRGGGGHHH!”
Giselle STAMPED her left heel down on Goodheart's right boot and ground down like someone crushing a bug in an effort to pulp the blonde's toes! Grinning through the hobbling pain, the Princess of Peaksville began to drag her foe's forehead back and forth against the cage wall until she was able to extricate her throbbing foot. Switching back to the Side Headlock immediately thereafter, Goodheart pumped a Kneelift into Giselle's tummy, then took a couple steps backward so she could hop up and brace both feet on the top rope. From there she pushed off and twisted around, Violyt coming down on her backside while poor Giselle THWHONKED down on her face, chest and belly!
SPRINGBOARD BULLDOG:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=13MXam3PmiM
The brunette bounced up and tumbled over onto her back with both arms thrown overhead. She was still shuddering with the aftershocks when Goodheart grabbed hold of her shoulders and pressed down, a simple but effective cover that kept the Princess grounded while Castle swatted the side of the cage...
ONE...
TWO...
Giselle slipped a shoulder free of the blonde's grip, then reached up and snatched another big handful of hair. “That's good, Princess. Very good!” Goodheart cooed as she filled both hands with the brunette's dark tresses. “Two hands now though, don't be sh--”
Giselle obliged her, the Theme Park Monarch letting her nails scratch the Sorceress' scalp as she pulled the blonde's hair harder than she'd ever attempted against any other foe. “Yuuuuhhhh... you're forgetting a key rule of the Four-Sided Forest, Sorceress.” she huffed as she struggled to a seat. “Be careful what you wish fUUUURRRGGGHHH!”
Violyt yanked the Princess in close, then surged forward and down to BOUNCE the other wrestler's head like a basketball! “Oh, you'll never make me regret a wish, Princess.” Goodheart giggled. “Especially not one that'll finally make you into who you were always meant to be.” With Giselle's meaningful personal growth at the forefront of her mind, Violyt hauled the woozy Princess to her feet and pointed her toward the hard camera side of the ring before rushing forward to hurl her burden against the—NO!
Giselle got both hands up grabbed hold of the links to prevent another concussive collision! Goodheart remained unfazed, she gave the brunette's noggin a little jerk and rocked back on her heels to—“NNNGGGHH!” Giselle freed her right hand and drove that elbow deep into the pit of her attacker's stomach. Another shot to the tummy surely would've broken the blonde's grip entirely, so it proved quite telling when the Do Gooder took a moment to pull her elbow pad down, then deliver a second strike to the Glittering Enigma's chin! Violyt's hands fell away so Giselle's clamped down in their place, the brunette securing a one-armed Three Quarters Facelock on the Sorceress. From there she hopped up and 'climbed' the middle and top strands to float over her rival, Giselle landing on her knees in comfort whereas Violyt was THWHAMMED down on the back of her head and shoulders via a heaping helping of Sliced Bread #2! The impact left Goodheart folded into an involuntary Matchbook that the Princess was happy to take advantage of, Giselle splashing down atop those upturned haunches to score the decisive...
SLICED BREAD #2:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=CwkPzK2OJD0
ONE…
TWO…
Goodheart unfolded from underneath, springing free from the pinning attempt of the Disney-adjacent royalty and ending on her side. A bleary-eyed Violyt gave her head a rattle, trying to shake her full awareness back into place.
Next to the blonde, the Princess rose.
“You shall continue to fall under my spell, Sorceress,” Giselle assured.
As the Pink Stranger pushed to all fours, focusing on the mat beneath as she regained her grasp of the circumstances, PG mounted her adversary in a standing forward straddle of Goodheart’s skull. The stance morphed into a Scissors, the alabaster stems of the Princess flexing tight to the Enigma’s temples.
With the squirming Violyt trapped between sinewy, ivory-skinned thighs, Giselle dropped to her knees and PLANTED the features of the would-be usurper of the Four-Sided Forest against the canvas with a Kneeling Facebuster.
KNEELING FACEBUSTER @ 00:27
www.youtube.com/watch?v=3-Ox6jqRXig
The Theme Park Monarch spun to her derriere, forcing the baffling blonde to twist with her, ending on her back. Giselle scooped the slightly raised lower limbs of the splattered Violyt and folded her foe into another if different jackknife position. Her arms scooping behind the pits of Goodheart’s knees, Violyt’s head close to her royal crotch, a seated Princess held on for the…
ONE…
TWO…
NO!
Again, the Sorceress called upon her ‘resurrection spell’, getting both palms beneath the taut gluteus of the Belle of the Brawl. She shoved the regal brunette off her perch, PG using the momentum provided to pop to her feet. The brunette turned to face her rival.
“Shall we see whether I can use your magic as well as my own?” the leader of the Greater Good asks.
“Uh…yuh,” a glassy-eyed Violyt mumbled, regathering the ability for words. “Only then will I know you’re a worthy ambassador of our Forest.”
Giselle grabbed a wrist and sank a set of nails into the reeling Goodheart’s scalp, ripping the Stranger to her feet.
“I believe you mean MY Forest.” the Princess informed.
Giselle ran Violyt halfway across the ring before tossing the former indy darling the rest of the way with an Irish Whip.
From that short distance, it’s a rocket blast of a toss, sending the Carnage Unicorn flying over the top rope. Goodheart’s face and chest CLANKED off the steel grating of the cage and bounced into a backpedal to the awaiting Princess.
Giselle wrapped her arms around the trim tummy of the Sorceress and tested her ‘powers of levitation by dipping into a slight crouch and vaulting Violyt into a partial back flip. Goodheart CRASHING to the Forest floor courtesy a Release German Suplex.
RELEASE GERMAN SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=nbU6zlGtDeU
Cradling the back of her noggin with an arm, Goodheart’s teeth clenched in an odd combination of pain and satisfaction, her spine in a slight arch as she did her best to disguise the discomfort.
“Baby steps,” Violyt grunted. “Baby steps.”
“Let’s see if I can’t spread my wings, Sorceress.”
Giselle slid to her knees at the feet of the Pink Stranger and scooped her foe’s legs at the knees before rising. PG lifted the lunatic to an overturned vertical position before stepping over and around the captured blonde, maneuvering Violyt into the Sebastian Crab.
SEBASTIAN CRAB:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=7PLFbqsX9w0
The ethereal beauty settled into a crouch, bending Violyt’s spine in an agonizing arch. From the outside, Castle shouted to Goodheart. Nearly before he could ask, she raised a middle finger toward Nick’s mug, telling the man all he needed to know. He shook his head at the Timekeeper’s table.
“That’s not bad,” Goodheart groaned. “But you’re still not getting it.”
“Let’s see if I can.” the Princess replied.
With Goodheart’s lower limbs secured, Giselle shifted from a crouch to an anguish-inducing bridge, the crown of her cranium touching the mat next to a shoulder of the blonde, the Stranger’s body bent horribly, Violyt’s boot soles nearly touching her head.
Goodheart yelped in agony as she sank her claws into her own pink-streaked, golden locks and pulled to spread the pain. But quickly realizing a mistake made by Giselle’s fervent wish to create as much pain as she could to force a submission, Violyt BANG-BANG-BANGED a right elbow into the temple of the bridging Princess.
Like London Bridge, the Theme Park Monarch’s parabola fell, Giselle collapsing from the collective concussive counters.
Once she crumbled, the brunette rolled away from the woman looking to supplant her. The Princess struggled up to her haunches, where she cleared some cobwebs. Only a few steps away, a wincing Goodheart allowed herself the indignity of massaging her abused lower vertebrae.
In tandem, the caged women slowly ascended under a rousing ovation from the FAWNatics.
“You might want it,” Violyt informed her fellow combatant. “But when are you going to show me, you need it!”
Her button nose scrunching a miniscule amount less adorably than usual, the Disney-adjacent royalty charged Violyt, only to have Goodheart pivot and sent Giselle flipping over a deep, digging knee to the navel. The Princess landed on her backside.
As the vocal support of her subjects slowly drew a gasping Giselle to her feet, the Glittering Enigma lived up to her moniker. She eschewed a vengeful battering of the brunette’s spinal column or kick to the kidneys to instead climb not only to the top of the corner behind the Belle of the Brawl, but to the TOP OF THE CAGE!
Reaching it, Goodheart turned to face the wobbling, oblivious Princess.
“I NEED IT. I NEED YOU TO NEED IT.”
Violyt leapt from the canopy of the Four-Sided Forest, soaring to, then putting upon, the hapless Giselle with a gawd awful Diving Spike Meteora from the Sorceress’ Book of Sorrows. Her shins landed across the shoulders of the Greatest of Goods, Violyt SKEWERING the deck with the crown of Giselle’s skull in monstrous fashion.
DIVING SPIKE METEORA:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=6bhW8sGpSsQ
The force of the impact sent a shuddering PG absently spasming toward a cage wall while a beaming, kneeling Violyt, dead center of the ring, gazes eerily toward her cherubic subordinate, Heaven.
Hughes looed like she's about to speak, but the Glittering Enigma cut her off. “Don't look so glum, my little seraphim. This is exactly what she wanted. This is exactly what I wanted.”
The San Diego Sweetheart looked torn. “Putting her in a hospital bed 'for her own good' doesn't make her a better person, Vi. It sounds like the same thing her shitty friends would do.”
The smile on Violyt's face transformed into a cold glare as she tromped to the edge of the cage and crouched down so she was closer to eye level with the other blonde. “How many times do I have to tell you this would get weird, Hughes? I assumed you understood that as a synonym for violent and bloody. There's so much potential in you, don't start wavering now. Don't out yourself as another one of these idiot poseurs, show me you have the possess the strength of conviction implied by your own fucking name.”
Heaven’s visage is filled with confusion and distress before strengthening to a firm resolve. “You can count on me, Vi.”
Goodheart's smile returned in an instant. “Fantastic! Now, keep that chin up and your eyes sharp. Oh, and if someone comes by selling ponchos, you might want to spring for one. Standing this close, you're definitely in the splash zone.
Turning from a discomfited Heaven, the Pink Stranger found her monologue had given Giselle a chance to return from the land of unconsciousness. The mangled brunette wearily used the ropes to rise. Unfortunately for those of her subjects who could still force themselves to watch her destruction, she rose seemingly without any cognizance of her whereabouts or those of the sinister Sorceress.
Violyt was more than happy to bring light to the darkness of Giselle's ignorance in the basest way possible, namely a double handful of hair and a galloping charge that let her BUH-WHAM! the Do Gooder's forehead off the side of the cage! Giselle bounced clear and tried to turn away, but the Princess of Peaksville still had hold of her hair and she wheeled the brunette back around and slung her into another concussive collision with the steel! That was enough to undo the Belle's knees and she crumpled to the canvas, her arms draped heavily over the second strand.
Cringing along with the rest of the crowd, Castle hurried around to that side of the cage so he could get an audience with the beleaguered royal. “How you doing, Giselle? Do you need me to--”
“Pipe down, vizier.” Goodheart hunkered down behind the brunette, pulled her arms off the rope, then dipped Giselle's head beneath the rubber-coated steel only to straighten her up again. From there she set about draping PG's arms over the rope again. It would've been a dangerous arrangement anyway, tonight it was infinitely worse with Giselle's forehead barely a deep breath removed from those bloodthirsty links. Satisfied with her work for the moment, Vi turned those unsettling green eyes on the Senior Official. “I don't need you pumping poison into her ear right now, understand me you dirty bird? She's already got enough friends telling her to give up and conform, what she really needs right now is some supp--”
“I don't give, Nick!” Giselle mumbled. “I don't give, not to heRRRGGHHH!”
Violyt snatched a double handful of hair, yanked Giselle's head back at an awkward angle and BWANGED it against the steel harder than ever!
“Don't interrupt, it's rude.” the Glittering Enigma snapped.
“As I was saying, Giselle needs all the support she can get right now, so why don't you make yourself useful and try leading all these goofy little woodland creatures in a cheer of some kind?”
Violyt didn't wait for a response, rather she got to her feet and ran the ropes to the far side of the squared circle. Having seen enough of Goodheart's matches to understand what came next, Nick took a giant step back and turned his head to one side so he wasn't staring at the Theme Park Monarch when Violyt hopped up and drilled her knees into Giselle's shoulders which in turn SLAMMED her face into the side of the cage!
SMILEY FACEBREAKER @ 2:05
www.youtube.com/watch?v=QuRSEDLKtEc
Giselle shuddered from stem to stern in the wake of the Smiley Facebreaker, but with her arms hooked in place she couldn't draw away from the steel without assistance and Goodheart wasn't feeling very charitable at the moment. Dropping to her knees beside the trapped brunette, she cupped her left hand over the Princess' chin and tipped her head backward so she could swipe her fingers across the cut that'd opened up just beneath Giselle's hairline. “You've got some red on you, Princess.” Vi murmured as she wiped her fingers on Giselle's cheeks to craft proper war paint. “You've officially spilled blood in defense of the Four-Sided Forest. How much more will you spend to keep it out of my ha--”
The Princess of Peaksville pulled her hand back in surprise when Giselle twisted her head and tried to chomp her fingers. “As much... as much as it takes, Sorceress.” she rasped. “I won't let this place fall to your darknesSSSAAAARRRGGGHHHHHH!”
Goodheart slipped three fingers of each hand into the sides of Giselle's mouth and yaaaaaaaaaaaanked back in a monstrous Fishhook! Hunkered down on the small of the brunette's back in what was essentially a Camel Clutch, Violyt jostled her rival's head from side to side to better show her off to everyone brave enough to look directly at the ring. “Hanging in there, Princess?” she cooed. “Is your resolve stronger than ever? Or are you starting to think Libby and Mommy Colleen were right? That it's time you put away these childish--”
Giselle shrieked like a banshee and damned if she didn't wriggle her arms free of the confining strand! Backing away from the cage as quickly as she could, the Belle of the Brawl abruptly hooked her arms around Violyt's thighs and clambered to her knees with the Fishhooks still sank in deep! “That's it, rip and tear, claw and scream!” Goodheart urged the suffering brunette. Far from a taunt, she sounded ecstatic. “Shred all this foolish finery and show the Four-Sided Forest that you're just like meEEERRRRHHHHH!”
Giselle would've loved to stick her claws in Violyt's mouth but the angle was wrong so she palmed the blonde's noggin and settled for gouging both eyes! The Pink Stranger didn't much care for such treatment applied to her own features, yet rather than try to break off she pulled her left claw out of Giselle's mouth and savagely raked her eyes! Two more swipes and a prolonged nose twist forced the Theme Park Monarch to relent and only then did Goodheart do the same, the blonde offering a relieved sigh as she blinked vision back into bleary eyes. Wresting her legs free a moment later, Vi laced both hands across her opponent's chin, then hopped into the air and wedged her knees between Giselle's shoulders to ensure a most painful landing when Goodheart came down on her back a heartbeat later.
LUNGBLOWER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=HUdnvfB05DQ
Bounced off those encroaching joints at a distressing angle, the good Princess landed on her back, then tumbled over onto her stomach in a weary sprawl. Beside her, Goodheart sat up and rubbed her eyes with the heel of one palm to remove the last of the sworls from her vision. “This is good, Princess. This is very good.” she said quietly. “You're no quitter and you're not squeamish. But do you have the strength to follow this story all the way to the end? I think it's time we all found out.”
Twining her fingers into the brunette's battle-damp hair, Goodheart hauled Giselle to her feet and made a point of turning her in a circle so those assembled could gasp and murmur of the Belle's new crimson accessory. Stopping when they both faced the hard camera, the Carnage Unicorn switched over to a Three Quarters Facelock and flipped Giselle onto her butt with a quick Snapmare. Now standing behind her prey, Violyt reached down into her left boot and earned cacophonous jeers when she raised that gleaming cake fork high overhead! Reaching down with her right hand, Violyt cupped Giselle's chin and tipped her head back to ensure the Do Gooder had an excellent view when she raised the glittering utensil high overhead and brought it do—NO!
Cheers of relief from the denizens of the Four-Sided Forest when Giselle got both hands wrapped around her tormentor's wrist! Pushing up with all her might to delay that Fork of Damocles, the Princess straightened her arms as high as they would go, then dropped flat on her back and drew both legs up to THUMP a Mule Kick up into Goodheart's chin!
The fork went flying and the Sorceress went stumbling, that desperation deflection enough for Giselle to scramble to her feet and fire off a Super Ki--“NNNGGHHH!” Violyt ducked under the strike, then lunged forward and STAMPED on Giselle's plant foot when the Princess was off balance! Giselle yelped and turned away without thinking about it, which proved to be a disastrous choice because it let Goodheart load up a Super Kick of her own, one that THWHACKED off the back of Giselle's skull!
The Princess went down in a bloody sprawl, but Violyt made no move to follow up with more punishment. Instead she looked all around, those green eyes sweeping the canvas in search of-- “Ah!” she sighed with relief upon spotting the fork. “There you are! Hand it over, my little seraphim.”
Heaven, who'd laid claim to Violyt's weapon of choice when it skittered down within easy reach, looked from Goodheart to the fork and back again. After a moment, she shook her head 'no'. “No, Vi. I don't think I will.”
The Princess of Peaksville grew stern as she limped over to Hughes' side of the cage and snapped her fingers. “It's mine, Hughes. Hand it over. And don't make me tell you aga--”
More cheers from those assembled as the San Diego Sweetheart took a step backward. “No. I appreciate you having my back when no one else did, but you also told me to make my own decisions, so that's what I'm doing. You want to beat Giselle to a pulp? Go ahead and do it. But you're going to use the cage and not this--”
Goodheart darted forward and down, the limber blonde shooting a hand through a gap in the links to snatch her—Heaven caught hold of the other blonde's wrist and without even thinking about it jabbed the tines of the fork down on Vi's hand one, two, three times!
The Pink Stranger wailed and yanked her hand back inside while instinctively butt scooting away from the woman who'd accompanied her to the ring. “You want this back?” Hughes asked. “You can have it when you've learned to behave.” With that she tucked it into the back pocket of her jeans, turned around and started up the ramp!
“This isn't funny, Hughes!” Violyt scrambled to verticality and smashed her hands against the cage. “Not only is it not funny, it's fucking RUDE and you know it! HEAVEN! GET YOUR ASS BACK HERE AND GIVE ME MY HHHHRRRRGGHHHHH!”
Giselle wasn't entirely sure what'd transpired, but she knew the Sorceress was distracted so she rushed in at top speed and took to the skies to DRIVE both knees into Goodheart's back! The force of it BWANGED the blonde's skull into the cage and the rest of her into the ropes, which were more than springy enough to send Vi stumbling backward on spaghetti legs. She was still trying to catch her balance when Giselle spun her around and THWUMPED a Headbutt into the bridge of Goodheart's nose! The blonde reeled in place but the Princess twisted round and snagged a Three Quarters Facelock so she wouldn't go down. From there she ran to the corner and bounded up the turnbuckles just to twist around and drop to her back while THWHAMMING Violyt down on her face, chest and belly!
PIXIE DUST:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=gMuGREYMsVs
The Sorceress flopped absently to her back from the ring-rattling impact, ending in a comatose spreadeagle. The crowd exploded with excitement as the glistening Giselle scrambled atop the usurper in a Lateral Press, hooking a leg for the…
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TWO…
The groan from the auburn-haired California Angel, the flaxen-maned American Idol and the rest of those assembled within FAWN Arena reverberated when Violyt pushed a shoulder off the canvas, if less convincingly than before. Perhaps cracks were showing.
The Princess wiped the blood from her forehand and brow, gazed at it for a moment, and made a hand-print on Goodheart’s chest.
“You now carry the mark of banishment, Sorceress. You’ll never break my resolve.”
The Theme Park Monarch sank her digits into Violyt’s locks, causing red streaks to be added to the Stranger’s customary pink. Pulling Goodheart up as she rose, Giselle leaned her foe deep into the springy cables.
“My mistaken majesty, I’m here to strengthen your resolve,” Violyt assured, albeit faintly.
Unconcerned with the lunatic’s intent, Giselle launched the blonde across the canvas with an Irish Whip. Goodheart raced to the far ropes and rebounded into a return sprint. Waiting for a full trip to the ropes from which the journey began, the Belle of the Brawl dipped and launched the wide-eyed Violyt with a Back Body Drop. The skyscraping flip to the canvas was interrupted with a little side tour to the cage wall when Goodheart was sent over the cables and CRASHED back-first against the chain link, heels overhead.
Violyt clattered down the side of the confines, somehow ending on her head and shoulders in the tight space between steel and strands, her back scraped pink with the descent against the metal grating.
If simply leaving the cage were an option, Colleen and Liberty would likely have been begging for their Greater Good cohort to exit, but the match required a more emphatic victor, a pin, submission or knockout being necessary.
Giselle, having fallen to her haunches after vaulting Violyt, struggled to find the energy to follow-up. Her allies on the outside shouted pleas she pulled Goodheart’s carcass free of its entanglement and finish the Glittering Enigma once and for all.
The Princess nodded. She turned and knee-walks to the wreckage. She maneuvered Goodheart from a semiconscious, wedged vertical sprawl to flat against the canvas, then grabbed a wrist and pulled her adversary under the ropes.
An awakening Sorceress pushed Giselle off a foot or two, but the Disney-adjacent royalty rose and set upon her foe as Violyt reached one knee. Snaking her right leg around the raised left lower limb of Goodheart, Giselle tumbled over the blonde, sweeping Violyt across her lap when PG ended on her derriere.
Wrapping a leg across Violyt’s throat while snatching her foe’s near arm in a bar when perpendicular and under the Stranger, Giselle captures Goodheart in her Nautilus, the Princess sinking the octopus hold in deeper than 10,000 leagues.
THE NAUTILUS:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=05lLUZeJslM
Wrenching on the arm and neck of the seized Sorceress, the Four-Sided Forest’s sovereign demanded her most treacherous subject surrender.
From a few yards away, with the cage wall between, Castle opened the figurative cage door for the Glittering Enigma, asking if Violyt wanted to cede FAWN’s magical squared circle to PG and the GG.
“I’ve…only…begun,” the blonde grunted between labored breaths.
Violyt’s visage displayed the incredible anguish Giselle could dish when necessary and Goodheart could equally endure. After a dozen seconds of convincing, the Princess was instead persuaded more tribulations were required.
Showing her growing tenacity, Giselle lifted her left leg and brought it down like a hammer across the temple of the Carnage Unicorn, pound, pound, pounding, until Goodheart’s eyes are glazed. The Princess unwrapped herself from the Octopus and pushed to her feet, hovering over the sprawled Stranger.
Unsure of what more it will take to purge the Forest of the manipulative Enchantress, the Theme Park Monarch moved to center stage and called out to the Angel from the Golden State.
“My special wand!” Giselle shouted.
O’Neal dipped and scooped the apron’s skirt upward. The freckled fighter slipped beneath and emerged with a kendo stick. With perhaps surprising success to some, Colleen heaved the weapon over the cage wall with ease. Those familiar with her time in GSW knew well of several feral fights on the left coast including such armaments.
The Princess nimbly plucked her ‘wand’ from the air within the steel enclosure. A shocked Castle offered nothing more than a shrug, realizing the match remained within its very limited rules.
With a slowly recuperating Goodheart having reached her haunches, head lowered, chin to chest, the ruler of the Forest lifted her wand high in front of her adversary. With the weapon poised, Violyt elevated her head, staring up at Giselle.
“Do it. If you have the bravery to be your true self.” Violyt offered in something close to a whisper only the Princess could discern.
“I shall,” came the immediate retort.
Giselle brought the bamboo whistling down, ‘knighting’ the Glittering Enigma on the crown of her skull.
WHACK, WHACK, WHACK!
A half dozen more crownings came before Goodheart keeled to her right shoulder and hip, a trickle of blood finding its path down her forehead just prior to her listing collapse.
With her wand-work celebrated by the sellout crowd of subjects on the outside, an uncompromising Giselle seemed unmoved by the devastation she’s brought upon the Enigma.
Stepping over the sprawled Goodheart, PG moved to the nearest buckles and climbs. It’s not an easy task with the bent bamboo wand still in her possession, but climb the Theme Park Monarch did. She reached the top and turned to find the bloodied Violyt starting to rise, an odd smirk on Goodheart’s face. A cromson-hues stream reached her lips. She flicked her tongue to get a taste and the smile grew wider.
“The final process has begun.”
Violyt scanned the ring in front of her and found it empty. She finally turned in the direction of the ascendant Princess and Giselle launched from her royal perch, soaring toward the wide eyes and undefended braincase of the Carnage Unicorn. PG brought the raised wand down in a violent sweep as she fell to earth, the kendo stick on an arc to dent the lunatic’s cranium.
Alas, Violyt pivoted and raises a foot, Super Kicking the descending chin of the Princess before bamboo met blonde brainpan. As her wand meandered off from her broken grip, a bug-eyed Giselle went board straight on her heels, a wad of royal saliva shooting high into the air at impact. Finally, the Belle of the Brawl timbered to the deck, ending in a motionless starfish at the feet of the victorious Sorceress.
Goodheart bowed to the fallen sovereign. She wiped the growing flow of corpuscles from her forehead and planted them in a return message to Giselle’s cleavage, the duo apparently made blood sisters of sorts by the tandem markings on their chests.
The Pink Stranger kept her palm planted however and it took a moment for Castle to realize the pinning predicament. He slapped the outside apron for the…
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TWO…
THRNOOOO!
Uproarious relief rang through the land when Giselle shot a hand into the air! And not only did this defiance serve to continue her time on the field of battle, the waggling of her index finger meant it doubled as reassurance to any and all who might have doubted the Princess' nerves in this admittedly Grimm situation.
Goodheart seemed as enthused as the rest of the crowd, indeed the bloodied blonde was almost tender in the way she took Giselle's upraised wrist and used it to haul the brunette to her feet. Slipping her right shoulder between Giselle's stems as soon as she was upright, the Princess of Peaksville muscled her burden into a Fireman's Carry, then grabbed hold of her right wrist in her right hand to ensure the Do Gooder couldn't elbow her way out before she—Goodheart shot up on tiptoe and threw herself into what was damned near a hands-free cartwheel that culminated in her THAWHAMMING the back of the Belle's head and shoulders into the deck with an emphatic Death Valley Bomb!
DEATH VALLEY BOMB:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=32tW2pjtTeo
Corps members who remembered exactly what Violyt unleashed on their heroine in similar circumstances booed loud enough to shake the pillars of heaven, not that the Goodheart even seemed to notice. She'd already pressed her hands to Giselle's shoulders in a simple, albeit unquestionably effective pin good for the...
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THRENOOOOOOOO!
The exhausted Princess slipped free with even less time to spare than previous! Kneeling beside the prone battler, Violyt set her hands on her thighs and regarded Giselle with a curiously unreadable expression. After a moment's contemplation, the Carnage Unicorn hunkered down and touched her forehead to Giselle's. “You are exhausted and bleeding, my dear Princess.” she murmured. “I fear the price is too high for--”
'Oooooooooohhh!' from the collected FAWNatics when the Princess shoved Goodheart back on her haunches, then SLAPPED her across the mouth! “I told you I would pay, Sorceress.” the brunette growled. “My coffers possess a wealth your foul magic will never understaNNNGGGHHH!”
Vi snatched a double handful of hair, yanked Giselle's noggin off the mat, then BOUNCED it once, twice, three times! The trifecta earned Giselle a release, though she didn't do much with it save flop onto her tummy and cradle the back of her head in her arms. As for the Glittering Enigma, she got to her feet and made a beeline for the 'special wand' that'd opened up the gash on her forehead. “Very nice, Princess.” Violyt murmured as she hoisted the battered stick. “Of course, favoring a cake fork means I tend to work with smaller tortures but luckily for me,” she gripped it at both ends and SNAPPED it over her knee, the blonde left with one piece notably longer than the other, “this thing comes in travel size.”
On the outside, Colleen's heart fell into her stomach as she watched the Pink Stranger stalk her wounded friend. “Get up Giselle!” she shook the cage for emphasis. “You've gotta get up, she's right--”
“NO!” Liberty shouted when Violyt pounced on the brunette and stretched out her left arm so she could trap it in a snug Scissors. “LET HER GO, YOU VILE PSYCHO!”
Vi paid the Pretty Patriot no mind, all her attention was in yanking Giselle's noggin off the mat so she could brace the broken length of kendo stick just below the brunette's mouth. Holding on at either end, she leaned forward, then CRANKED back on a Crossface that made even the most jaded heel supporters squirm with discomfort!
“AAAAAAARRRRRRRHHHHHHHH!” The Belle of the Brawl pulled and clawed at Goodheart's hands, but she couldn't find any escape hatch. Unable to stop the tears she felt pooling at the corners of her eyes, Giselle reached an arm toward the ropes and almost sobbed when she heard a 'TAP!' chant rumbling through the arena. It was promptly joined by its 'PLEASE DON'T!' counterpart, but the brunette couldn't stop her hand from wavering over the mat.
“Do you hear them, Princess?” Violyt asked without preamble. “They want you to concede the day. Not just those goodly denizens of the forest, but your obnoxiously well-meaning friends too. They're telling you it's ok to stand down. You've done your due diligence and so much more, but really, you were doomed from the outset. There's no way someone as pure of heart as yourself could do what needs to be done against someone like--”
“SHUT YOUR MOUTH, SORCERESS!” Giselle bellowed her demand loud enough to have it taken up by the floor seat fans, who soon carried it to the rest of the arena!
Any pleasure the Princess might've derived from this act was soon swept away in more anguish when the Carnage Unicorn drew the stick up across her mouth like a bridle and pulled twice as hard! Giselle shrieked around the awful muffler, she twisted and writhed like a snake with a broken back, but she did not tap out. She did not ask for any quarter, let alone mercy. What she did do was gouge her right elbow into the mat and begin to draaaaaaaaaag herself forward on elbows and knees. The going was slow to the point of madness and the ache in her neck grew worse with each passing second, yet the Do Gooder continued to draw closer and closer to—“BREAK IT!” Colleen was almost nauseous with relief when Giselle lurched forward and grabbed the bottom rope. “Break the hold you lunatic!”
“She doesn't have to.” Castle muttered. “There's no disqualifications and no way to enforce a rope--”
“BREAGH!” Giselle coughed it around the remnant of her shattered wand and damned if Goodheart didn't release at once!
Lest this be taken as a show of leniency, Violyt snatched hold of her foe's ankles and hauled back out to the middle of the ring fast enough to inflict a nasty mat burn! She followed with a happy little Double Stomp to the center of the brunette's back to ensure Giselle wasn't feeling too rebellious when she dragged her up into a Standing Headscissors. Wrapping her arms around the Princess' waist, Goodheart dipped down and—Giselle crumpled to one knee, practically dead-weight in the clutches of the Pink Stranger.
“It's ok, it's ok, really it is.” Violyt huffed as she struggled to get Giselle back into place. “You did so much better than I imagined you would, but it's finally time you handed the Four-Sided Forest over to someone who can defend it no matter the cost.” On this cheerfully ominous note she flipped Giselle up into a slumped seat on her shoulders, the battered Belle of the Brawl helpless against the power of Unicorns & Rainbo—AAAAIIIIEEEEEE!”
Giselle snatched a handful of the blonde's hair, wrenched her head back and hit her with the handful of purple and blue glitter she'd retrieved from a packet tucked into one boot while Goodheart was trying to get her back into position! Bedazzled by her own shiny petard, Violyt let loose of the brunette's legs and stumbled back swiping at her face while Giselle dropped to an awkward landing on one knee. Catching the blonde's wrist a heartbeat later, PG clamped down tight and sent her rival into the ropes with an Irish—NO!
Guided by pure instinct, Goodheart planted her heels and reversed the Whip to send Giselle in her place. The Theme Park Monarch took the switch in stride, indeed she seemed to have found her footing just as the Glittering Enigma scooped her up under one arm and flipped her up onto one shoulder just to launch her high into the-- Giselle twisted 'round mid-ascent, caught hold of a Front Facelock as gravity began to take over and SPIKED Goodheart on the crown of her skull courtesy of a trip down Space Mountain! The Carnage Unicorn flopped to a seat only to pool out flat when Giselle grabbed a shoulder and pushed her down. Collecting both legs in a Back Press that folded the blonde in half, the torn Princess nodding along with everyone else while Castle counted...
SPACE MOUNTAIN:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Hdw9alwGyCw
ONE...
TWO...
THRENOOOOOOOO!
Violyt wrenched free of the pin and slopped over onto her side, one hand absently wiping blood and glitter from her face. Exhausted in a way she didn't realize was humanly possible, Giselle clambered to her feet, looked around for the kendo stick and grimaced when she realized it'd been split in twain. Grabbing the larger piece simply because she felt like she needed something in her hands, the Belle of the Brawl was trying to figure out a plan when Goodheart pushed to her knees. Without even thinking Giselle rushed forward and CRACKED the fractured magic across Violyt's shoulders, knocking her to all fours.
“Stay down!” Giselle hit her a second time when the blonde started to rise, then a third when she twisted onto one knee. “Stay down, please!” Giselle's voice was somewhere between a queen's command and a madwoman's sob. “Stay down, Violyt! I don't want to hurt you anymore!”
Goodheart answered with a chuckle that Giselle knew would grow to a cackle if she hadn't hopped on her back and drawn the broken kendo stick tight across her throat! Ankles locked in a Scissors so tight it hurt just to look at, Giselle gripped her weapon at both ends and pulled as hard as she dared. “Go to sleep, Sorceress.” she mumbled. “Go to sleep knowing I've done as you asked. The realm is in good hands, but I won't injure you to prove it.”
Violyt, her features flushed bright red by the stranglehold, patted and pushed at the Princess' wand to no real effect. Head and legs woozy in equal measure, she rasped, “Yuuuuuuuhhhhh.... you're gonna haff too, Prinzzessssss.”
“No.” Giselle shook her head in time with this denial. “No I will noNNNNNGGGGGHHHHH!”
The Princess of Peaksville hooked her right arm around the back of Giselle's noggin, pulling the brunette's chin tight against her shoulder. In the same breath she went up on tiptoe and dropped straight to her butt to THWHUNK Giselle with a Backpack Stunner! The Do Gooder slopped backward with both arms thrown overhead while a vacant-eyed Enigma toppled onto her left side and everyone else wondered just how much of the Four-Sided Forest would remain once this war finally drew to a close.
With the Princess’ only movement the soft fluttering of the lids over her brown eyes, Goodheart rotated from her seat and flopped perpendicular across her foe, her weight nearly as dead as the Theme Park Monarch’s. But importantly, her spent frame fell atop that of the Greater Goodliest and remained there in a Crossbody for the…
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THRENOOO!
It didn't take much effort to shove a shoulder from under a woman still descending from the impact of Space Mountain. It’s a good thing, as the brunette had little to give. It’s enough.
Together they laid next to each other side by side, gazing blankly into the rafters. Their heads slowly turned to each other, their eyes meeting, bloody features sharpening with the contact. Giselle’s face more stark in the crimson as more than a few had seen the mask on the Pink Stranger in her epically violent indie sessions.
Violyt pushed a hand between the weary warriors, waggling an index finger at the Disney-adjacent royalty.
“Good tries aren’t good enough,” Goodheart huffed/
Giselle’s perfect pearlies clenched tight in a snarl. She snatched her foe’s nearby digit, bending it back to near the breaking point. Violyt couldn't help but grimace from the pain, then grunt with more when the Princess plugged her nostrils with an uppercut fork of fingers in the holes of her beak.
The Princess rose with her two cruel handles, drawing the Enigma up alongside.
“One of the few true things you’ve ever said.” PG muttered, face to face with the Sorceress.
Giselle conceded the low road, indeed she entered the Sorceress' realm when she swung her right leg forward, planting a wicked punt to Violyt’s kitty.
Doubled over, hands delving between her thighs, a bug-eyed Goodheart was felled to a knee with a stomp to one of the joints, then dropped to all fours with a swift thrust kick to the back of her skull.
Giselle sprinted for the cables toward Goodheart’s right, rebounded, and used the Stranger’s back as a base. She launched heavenward, both alabaster stems extended and PLOWED the near leg into the back of an already battered braincase, hitting consecutive concussive blows with her How To Teach Your Dragon step-up legdrop.
HOW TO TEACH YOUR DRAGON @ 3:31
www.youtube.com/watch?v=uWoVOJtppBc
Violyt’s face THUMPED against the thinly-sheathed floorboards as a result of the maneuver, only increasing the scrambling of her malicious mind.
The shell-shocked Sorceress absently flopped to her back from the skull-crushing finale and Giselle dropped across her foe in a Lateral Press, weakly hooking the far leg for the…
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THREEE!
Her subjects instantly exploded into deafening cheers, the perfect 'Mania moment helping the exhausted Princess find the energy to push to her haunches and raise an arm over the vanquished Violyt.
Colleen and Liberty hastily worked at unlocking the door as the Announcer made Castle’s call official.
“Your winner and ruler of the Four-Sided Forest…Princess Giselle!”
Her Greater Good teammates entered and surrounded the victor with a group hug, assisting the Theme Park Monarch to her feet. O’Neal and Lady L showed her off to the hard cam, lifting her wings on either side, O’Neal taking none too subtle glances at a stirring Goodheart.
The Angel turned to make the Glittering Enigma into to a Sleeping Beauty, but Giselle grabbed a shoulder and spun the redhead to face her.
“It’s over. She holds no power over us or our land.”
Colleen nodded and, arm in arm, the wholesome threesome strode to the exit safe in the knowledge the Sorceress had been banished from the Four-Sided Forest FOREVER!
And as if to confirm their excitement, ethereal chimes brought the FAWNatics’ to the edge of their seats, the sound of strings transporting everyone to a faraway place and time.
GISELLE'S THEME:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=oEBNIzOIbVs
The assembled rose to their feet as one, intensely excited to welcome the charming sovereign of their favorite storybook realm.
PRINCESS GISELLE
The Disney-adjacent royalty seemed to float to center stage, the crowd gazing in wonderment at a woman plucked from the pages of a fairy tale. The dark-haired beauty wore what could only be called FAWNticized Sleeping Beauty gear.
Flanking their Greater Good counterpart were the fair maidens of Giselle’s court.
To her left stood Lady Liberty, her mere presence filling hearts with pride and eyes with an athletic, blonde beauty in stars-n-stripes. The American Idol smiled without hesitation, blue eyes like sapphires, curls spun from gold.
Liberty wrapped an arm around the shoulders of tonight’s GG grappler.
LADY LIBERTY
Though she’ll cheer on the Princess from outside the realm, LL wore battle gear atop her sublimely sporty frame, the colors of her country proudly displayed. The sports top was white, with a red torch aflame across her bosom; sapphire bikini briefs were decorated with a smattering of stars, her elbow pads a dazzling blue while her boots were a radiant red.
Giselle’s opposite bookend was the beloved Ginger Genius, Colleen O’Neal.
The fans’ auburn-haired darling Angel planted herself at Giselle’s right hand, ready to defend her friend to the last should the need arise.
COLLEEN O’NEAL
Colleen was garbed in her iconic tight spandex one-piece, halved in pink and sky blue with pink boots to mid-thigh and silver fingerless gloves.
The Princess and her allies strode to the ring, Giselle bouncing between each side of the aisle, making certain to touch each fan wanting to be next to her enchanted presence, beaming smile melting the hearts of all those around her.
Reaching the ring as the cage finished its journey, the Princess took a lap of her magic glen, spreading the love to all wishing to enter FAWN’s fabulous fable.
Having completed her circle, returning to the corner with the door, the Theme Park Monarch gave each of her famous boosters a warm embrace.
“I shall slay the Sorceress,” Giselle assured. “And peace will return to the glade.”
Colleen nodded, cupping an ivory cheek of the combatant.
“Just be ready for anything, Princess. Because that’s what that nutcase will bring.”
Liberty offered the brunette a crisp salute and Giselle returned a cute curtsy. She turned with a deep breath and scampered up the steps, moves through the open door, and slid between the ropes.
Within her forest, silver baton in hand, the Theme Park Monarch waved the wand with a flourish and, at the end of the dramatic sweep, she blasted glitter and metallic silver confetti across the land, giving the interior of the cage a peculiar dichotomy of joy and trepidation.
Her radiant majesty tossed the expended wand over the top of the enclosure as a 'PRIN-CESS' chant emerged, slowed only by the Announcer’s decree.
“Our next match is scheduled for one mythical age with the victor awarded domain over the Four-Sided Forest! Introducing first, standing five feet-five inches tall and weighing one-hundred and fifteen pounds, hailing from the Magic Kingdom, the stunning Belle of the Brawl…PRINCESS GISELLE!”
The otherworldly beauty waved to her adoring subjects, then retreated to her corner to wait with bated breath for the usurper.
“And introducing her opponent! Being accompanied to the ring by Heaven Hughes. Hailing from Peaksville Ohio, she stands at five feet five inches tall and weighs in at one hundred and twenty-five pounds. She is inscrutable, indecipherable and downright impossible! This is VIOLYT GOODHEART!”
The sound of that name earned immediate jeers from those assembled, though the noise wasn't enough to put a damper on the ominously catchy intro of I Don’t Know How But They Found Me’s ‘Choke’.
CHOKE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=mvJjmWTg7Qo
Stop, drop
And drag me into place
And lock the fire escapes
I'll break your pretty face
Yeah, Yeah
Oh, you clever little things
The sycophantic teens
What a precious basket case
Yeah, Yeah
VIOLYT GOODHEART:
HEAVEN HUGHES:
Her anthem was greeted by panic from the lighting system and increased unease from the good denizens of the Four-Sided Forest, the former achieving full strobe status and the latter obviously concerned what life might be like under the watchful eye of the Glittering Enigma. Coherency was dealt yet another blow by the pair of cannons arranged on either side of the stage, both of which fired off massive clouds of black and green glitter at the start of the chorus! From the center of this multicolored maelstrom emerged a surprisingly dainty figure wearing a tall blue cap straight out of the Sorcerer's Apprentice. Smiling cheerily as ever, Goodheart paused amidst the swirling glitter to glance at the blonde at her side. “This is it, Hughes. The apotheosis of our good Princess Giselle. Isn't it great?”
Heaven, doing her best to work from context clues, nodded once and said, “...Yes?”
Goodheart treated her protege to some quick side-eye. “The highest point, Hughes. A culmination. A climax, if you will. Tonight's the night we find out if Giselle's an actual defender of the realm or just another fair-weather cosplayer.”
“I see. And she'll achieve that how?”
Violyt smiled sweetly. “By dragging her face across every link in that cage of course. Blood is vital when it comes to sacrifice, as you well know.”
Heaven knew no such thing and was about to explain as such to Godheart, but she abruptly set off down the aisle, the Pink Stranger zipping back and forth to clap hands or pie-face anyone who actually reached in her direction. Upon reaching the foot of the ramp she crossed to the other side and repeated the process all the way back to the top. With everyone thoroughly puzzled as to her motives (which was exactly how she liked it), the woman who called herself Violyt Goodheart turned her attention to the steel cage and started down for the second time in as many minutes while Heaven waited beside Senior Official Nick Castle.
For tonight's display of might and magic, the blonde wore glittery green trunks spangled with black stars and other arcane symbols, a V-shaped purple trim 'belt' and much thinner matching trim around the leg holes. Above this was a green and black sworled halter-style top with purple trim along the neckline and edges. Her pads at knee and elbow were a matching green, her boots were polished black while her wrist tape was dark purple. Atop all this she wore a classic black nylon windbreaker with purple trim at the collar and cuffs. It was the back of this windbreaker that offered concrete evidence that all was not as it seemed when it came to the Princess of Peaksville. Sure, the Lisa Frank style portrait of a dragon lurking in a crumbling castle was perfectly on brand, however the message below advised the reader to ’Eat the Weak!’ in a disconcertingly cartoonish script.
Slowing as she approached the wary official, Violyt peeled off her windbreaker and tossed it to him, then took a step back when Castle tried to approach. “No, no, no Mr. Zebra.” she warned. “You power is almost non-existent tonight. That includes checking me for weapons.”
Nick frowned. “Don't think I'm going to stand by and let you maim anyone on my watch, Violyt. The door may be chained shut, but there are bolt cutters on hand for a reason.”
“How little faith you have in our dear Princess.” Goodheart sniffed as she juked around the ref and strode up the steps. Swinging around once she was inside, the blonde grabbed hold of the door and swung it shut with a resounding CLANG! “Personally, I think she's going to surprise you all... but it's probably wise to keep those bolt cutters handy. Just in case.”
On that ominous suggestion she turned around and headed to the corner opposite the good Princess Giselle.
Separated from the sold-out crowd by a goodly amount of industrial grade steel, Violyt Goodheart reached out with one hand and hooked onto the chain-links. Closing her eyes on contact, the blonde gave her grip a sturdy shake and broke out in a beatific smile at the resultant clamor. Opening her eyes a moment later, she honed in on Giselle and asked, “It sounds like wind chimes, doesn't it Princess?”
“It sounds like the end of your treacherous games, Sorceress.” Giselle answered without hesitation. Unlike her opponent she didn't look nearly so thrilled by their surroundings, but she certainly didn't look afraid either. Indeed the expression on her face was as steely as the cage that armored the ring, perhaps a bit more so.
Absolutely delighted to see the brunette lay down her scepter in favor of a sword, Goodheart skipped out of the corner and took her place in the middle of the ring with an emphatic STOMP. “My games are far from treacherous, Princess.” she explained to the brunette. “They may be far more painful and revealing than you care to admit, but they're hardly unfair. And regardless of what happens within the confines of this blessed battleground tonight, whether you emerge with your head held high or cradled under one arm... the games will NEVER st--”
Uproarious cheers from those assembled at the 'Mania of Fawns when the pure beating heart of the Greater Good strode forth from the buckles and chested up on Violyt hard enough to knock the blonde back a couple steps! Following along so she could go nose to nose with the pitiless trickster, Giselle hissed, “They will stop because I am putting an end to you tonight, Sorceress. You have punished my friends, twisted an innocent soul,” she glanced at Heaven for half a heartbeat, causing the San Diego Sweetheart to frown in consternation. “and mocked my resolve for far too long. So it ends tonight. In suitably Grimm fashnnggghh!”
Violyt set her hands against Giselle's chest and pushed HARD, sending the brunette stumbling away to catch her footing. “Mocked your resolve?” Goodheart's normally cheery features were strained by a grotesque incredulity. “Mocked your resolve, have you been paying ANY FUCKING ATTENTION, Princess?” she snarled. “You are currently sharing the ring with perhaps the ONLY woman on this roster that doesn't think you're a pitiful, daydream-obsessed moron and you have the GALL to say I've mocked your res--”
Violyt took a step back, raised both hands to shoulder level and drew in a deep breath before letting it out slow. Returning her attention to Giselle shortly thereafter, the Glittering Enigma murmured, “You've been poorly treated by your so-called friends, Princess. So poorly treated in fact that you've come to feed on their thinly-veiled contempt of everything you hold dear. You've normalized it so much that you have no idea how to react when someone offers genuine engagement. That's ok though, that's their fault, not yours. I can bring you back to yourself, Princess. But it will require a great deal of pain, most of it yours. As a show of good faith...” Goodheart stepped forward with arms spread wide and her head held courteously forward. “...take the first shot. And make it couNNNNGGGHHH!”
The Theme Park Monarch didn't have to be told twice, she stepped in, reared back and THWHAPPED her adversary across the cheek with something that was equal parts Palm Strike and Bitch Slap!
Goodheart staggered back, touched a thumb to the corner of her mouth to check for blood. Finding none, she nodded at the brunette and said, “Not bad, but there's room for improvement.” The words were barely out of the blonde's mouth when she lashed out with a straight right hand that SMASHED against Giselle's mouth!
Groaning as her lips were mashed between knuckles and teeth, the Princess made to lock-up with the Pink Stranger, but Violyt was already through her defenses and snaking her right arm around the brunette's noggin to draw her down into a Side Headlock. Happily unfettered by things like decorum and rules on this most enchanted of evenings, Goodheart grrrrroooouuuuund Giselle's temple against the point of her hip while simultaneously pounding short, sharp punches into the brunette's hairline.
Giselle growled and fought to get free, albeit without much success. When no easy escape presented itself she crooked her left arm into a 'V' and jabbed the point of her elbow into Goodheart's tummy twice in rapid succession. It would've been more if the Princess of Peaksville hadn't crooked her punchin' fist into a talon and slowly dragged it across her opponent's eyes! “Decorum won't save the Four-Sided Forest tonight, Princess.” Violyt continued to score and gouge her opponent's pretty face, knowing full well the ref was merely an observer outside with the rest of the forest dwellers. “You want to delude yourself with the prospect of a happy ending? You're going to have to fight for RRRRGGGHHHH!” Giselle reached up with her right hand, grabbed a whole lot of the blonde's long locks and pulled hard enough to wrench Goodheart's neck at an awkward angle! “That's the spirit!” Violyt hissed as she continued to rip and tear at the brunette's forehead. “Now let's see if I can convince you to really commit!”
Knotting her hands so she could put more pressure on the Headlock, the Glittering Enigma stamped in place a few times before tromping over to the edge of the ring. The FAWNatics were certain she would introduce Giselle's face to the links, but the blonde chose the top rope instead, thrusting the Princess' cheek down against the rubber-coated steel and then strolling toward the corner for an abrasively cruel constitutional! PG shrieked and redoubled her efforts to escape, going so far as to grab onto the cage to prevent Goodheart from moving any farther. Nodding her approval at Giselle's tactics, Goodheart freed her left hand, balled it into a fist and began POUNDING at the top of her foe's hand until she was forced to relinquish the grip to prevent more punishment!
Goodheart headed back in the opposite direction as soon the Do Gooder's anchor gave way, though she hadn't gone far before she segued from the Headlock to a double handful of hair that let her haul Giselle up on tiptoe and BWANG her noggin into the cage hard enough to make a whole panel of chain-links jingle! “Your hesitation is understandable, Princess. Even admirable.” Vi's tone was remarkably calm for someone who looked like she was trying to force her opponent's head through the links of the cage. “You think engaging me on this level means sacrificing a part of yourself, perhaps becoming less a beacon of sweetness and light than you currently imagine. But if you insist on holding back, you won't have to worry about being lesser. You simply won't beRRRGGGGHHH!”
Giselle STAMPED her left heel down on Goodheart's right boot and ground down like someone crushing a bug in an effort to pulp the blonde's toes! Grinning through the hobbling pain, the Princess of Peaksville began to drag her foe's forehead back and forth against the cage wall until she was able to extricate her throbbing foot. Switching back to the Side Headlock immediately thereafter, Goodheart pumped a Kneelift into Giselle's tummy, then took a couple steps backward so she could hop up and brace both feet on the top rope. From there she pushed off and twisted around, Violyt coming down on her backside while poor Giselle THWHONKED down on her face, chest and belly!
SPRINGBOARD BULLDOG:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=13MXam3PmiM
The brunette bounced up and tumbled over onto her back with both arms thrown overhead. She was still shuddering with the aftershocks when Goodheart grabbed hold of her shoulders and pressed down, a simple but effective cover that kept the Princess grounded while Castle swatted the side of the cage...
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TWO...
Giselle slipped a shoulder free of the blonde's grip, then reached up and snatched another big handful of hair. “That's good, Princess. Very good!” Goodheart cooed as she filled both hands with the brunette's dark tresses. “Two hands now though, don't be sh--”
Giselle obliged her, the Theme Park Monarch letting her nails scratch the Sorceress' scalp as she pulled the blonde's hair harder than she'd ever attempted against any other foe. “Yuuuuhhhh... you're forgetting a key rule of the Four-Sided Forest, Sorceress.” she huffed as she struggled to a seat. “Be careful what you wish fUUUURRRGGGHHH!”
Violyt yanked the Princess in close, then surged forward and down to BOUNCE the other wrestler's head like a basketball! “Oh, you'll never make me regret a wish, Princess.” Goodheart giggled. “Especially not one that'll finally make you into who you were always meant to be.” With Giselle's meaningful personal growth at the forefront of her mind, Violyt hauled the woozy Princess to her feet and pointed her toward the hard camera side of the ring before rushing forward to hurl her burden against the—NO!
Giselle got both hands up grabbed hold of the links to prevent another concussive collision! Goodheart remained unfazed, she gave the brunette's noggin a little jerk and rocked back on her heels to—“NNNGGGHH!” Giselle freed her right hand and drove that elbow deep into the pit of her attacker's stomach. Another shot to the tummy surely would've broken the blonde's grip entirely, so it proved quite telling when the Do Gooder took a moment to pull her elbow pad down, then deliver a second strike to the Glittering Enigma's chin! Violyt's hands fell away so Giselle's clamped down in their place, the brunette securing a one-armed Three Quarters Facelock on the Sorceress. From there she hopped up and 'climbed' the middle and top strands to float over her rival, Giselle landing on her knees in comfort whereas Violyt was THWHAMMED down on the back of her head and shoulders via a heaping helping of Sliced Bread #2! The impact left Goodheart folded into an involuntary Matchbook that the Princess was happy to take advantage of, Giselle splashing down atop those upturned haunches to score the decisive...
SLICED BREAD #2:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=CwkPzK2OJD0
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Goodheart unfolded from underneath, springing free from the pinning attempt of the Disney-adjacent royalty and ending on her side. A bleary-eyed Violyt gave her head a rattle, trying to shake her full awareness back into place.
Next to the blonde, the Princess rose.
“You shall continue to fall under my spell, Sorceress,” Giselle assured.
As the Pink Stranger pushed to all fours, focusing on the mat beneath as she regained her grasp of the circumstances, PG mounted her adversary in a standing forward straddle of Goodheart’s skull. The stance morphed into a Scissors, the alabaster stems of the Princess flexing tight to the Enigma’s temples.
With the squirming Violyt trapped between sinewy, ivory-skinned thighs, Giselle dropped to her knees and PLANTED the features of the would-be usurper of the Four-Sided Forest against the canvas with a Kneeling Facebuster.
KNEELING FACEBUSTER @ 00:27
www.youtube.com/watch?v=3-Ox6jqRXig
The Theme Park Monarch spun to her derriere, forcing the baffling blonde to twist with her, ending on her back. Giselle scooped the slightly raised lower limbs of the splattered Violyt and folded her foe into another if different jackknife position. Her arms scooping behind the pits of Goodheart’s knees, Violyt’s head close to her royal crotch, a seated Princess held on for the…
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NO!
Again, the Sorceress called upon her ‘resurrection spell’, getting both palms beneath the taut gluteus of the Belle of the Brawl. She shoved the regal brunette off her perch, PG using the momentum provided to pop to her feet. The brunette turned to face her rival.
“Shall we see whether I can use your magic as well as my own?” the leader of the Greater Good asks.
“Uh…yuh,” a glassy-eyed Violyt mumbled, regathering the ability for words. “Only then will I know you’re a worthy ambassador of our Forest.”
Giselle grabbed a wrist and sank a set of nails into the reeling Goodheart’s scalp, ripping the Stranger to her feet.
“I believe you mean MY Forest.” the Princess informed.
Giselle ran Violyt halfway across the ring before tossing the former indy darling the rest of the way with an Irish Whip.
From that short distance, it’s a rocket blast of a toss, sending the Carnage Unicorn flying over the top rope. Goodheart’s face and chest CLANKED off the steel grating of the cage and bounced into a backpedal to the awaiting Princess.
Giselle wrapped her arms around the trim tummy of the Sorceress and tested her ‘powers of levitation by dipping into a slight crouch and vaulting Violyt into a partial back flip. Goodheart CRASHING to the Forest floor courtesy a Release German Suplex.
RELEASE GERMAN SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=nbU6zlGtDeU
Cradling the back of her noggin with an arm, Goodheart’s teeth clenched in an odd combination of pain and satisfaction, her spine in a slight arch as she did her best to disguise the discomfort.
“Baby steps,” Violyt grunted. “Baby steps.”
“Let’s see if I can’t spread my wings, Sorceress.”
Giselle slid to her knees at the feet of the Pink Stranger and scooped her foe’s legs at the knees before rising. PG lifted the lunatic to an overturned vertical position before stepping over and around the captured blonde, maneuvering Violyt into the Sebastian Crab.
SEBASTIAN CRAB:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=7PLFbqsX9w0
The ethereal beauty settled into a crouch, bending Violyt’s spine in an agonizing arch. From the outside, Castle shouted to Goodheart. Nearly before he could ask, she raised a middle finger toward Nick’s mug, telling the man all he needed to know. He shook his head at the Timekeeper’s table.
“That’s not bad,” Goodheart groaned. “But you’re still not getting it.”
“Let’s see if I can.” the Princess replied.
With Goodheart’s lower limbs secured, Giselle shifted from a crouch to an anguish-inducing bridge, the crown of her cranium touching the mat next to a shoulder of the blonde, the Stranger’s body bent horribly, Violyt’s boot soles nearly touching her head.
Goodheart yelped in agony as she sank her claws into her own pink-streaked, golden locks and pulled to spread the pain. But quickly realizing a mistake made by Giselle’s fervent wish to create as much pain as she could to force a submission, Violyt BANG-BANG-BANGED a right elbow into the temple of the bridging Princess.
Like London Bridge, the Theme Park Monarch’s parabola fell, Giselle collapsing from the collective concussive counters.
Once she crumbled, the brunette rolled away from the woman looking to supplant her. The Princess struggled up to her haunches, where she cleared some cobwebs. Only a few steps away, a wincing Goodheart allowed herself the indignity of massaging her abused lower vertebrae.
In tandem, the caged women slowly ascended under a rousing ovation from the FAWNatics.
“You might want it,” Violyt informed her fellow combatant. “But when are you going to show me, you need it!”
Her button nose scrunching a miniscule amount less adorably than usual, the Disney-adjacent royalty charged Violyt, only to have Goodheart pivot and sent Giselle flipping over a deep, digging knee to the navel. The Princess landed on her backside.
As the vocal support of her subjects slowly drew a gasping Giselle to her feet, the Glittering Enigma lived up to her moniker. She eschewed a vengeful battering of the brunette’s spinal column or kick to the kidneys to instead climb not only to the top of the corner behind the Belle of the Brawl, but to the TOP OF THE CAGE!
Reaching it, Goodheart turned to face the wobbling, oblivious Princess.
“I NEED IT. I NEED YOU TO NEED IT.”
Violyt leapt from the canopy of the Four-Sided Forest, soaring to, then putting upon, the hapless Giselle with a gawd awful Diving Spike Meteora from the Sorceress’ Book of Sorrows. Her shins landed across the shoulders of the Greatest of Goods, Violyt SKEWERING the deck with the crown of Giselle’s skull in monstrous fashion.
DIVING SPIKE METEORA:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=6bhW8sGpSsQ
The force of the impact sent a shuddering PG absently spasming toward a cage wall while a beaming, kneeling Violyt, dead center of the ring, gazes eerily toward her cherubic subordinate, Heaven.
Hughes looed like she's about to speak, but the Glittering Enigma cut her off. “Don't look so glum, my little seraphim. This is exactly what she wanted. This is exactly what I wanted.”
The San Diego Sweetheart looked torn. “Putting her in a hospital bed 'for her own good' doesn't make her a better person, Vi. It sounds like the same thing her shitty friends would do.”
The smile on Violyt's face transformed into a cold glare as she tromped to the edge of the cage and crouched down so she was closer to eye level with the other blonde. “How many times do I have to tell you this would get weird, Hughes? I assumed you understood that as a synonym for violent and bloody. There's so much potential in you, don't start wavering now. Don't out yourself as another one of these idiot poseurs, show me you have the possess the strength of conviction implied by your own fucking name.”
Heaven’s visage is filled with confusion and distress before strengthening to a firm resolve. “You can count on me, Vi.”
Goodheart's smile returned in an instant. “Fantastic! Now, keep that chin up and your eyes sharp. Oh, and if someone comes by selling ponchos, you might want to spring for one. Standing this close, you're definitely in the splash zone.
Turning from a discomfited Heaven, the Pink Stranger found her monologue had given Giselle a chance to return from the land of unconsciousness. The mangled brunette wearily used the ropes to rise. Unfortunately for those of her subjects who could still force themselves to watch her destruction, she rose seemingly without any cognizance of her whereabouts or those of the sinister Sorceress.
Violyt was more than happy to bring light to the darkness of Giselle's ignorance in the basest way possible, namely a double handful of hair and a galloping charge that let her BUH-WHAM! the Do Gooder's forehead off the side of the cage! Giselle bounced clear and tried to turn away, but the Princess of Peaksville still had hold of her hair and she wheeled the brunette back around and slung her into another concussive collision with the steel! That was enough to undo the Belle's knees and she crumpled to the canvas, her arms draped heavily over the second strand.
Cringing along with the rest of the crowd, Castle hurried around to that side of the cage so he could get an audience with the beleaguered royal. “How you doing, Giselle? Do you need me to--”
“Pipe down, vizier.” Goodheart hunkered down behind the brunette, pulled her arms off the rope, then dipped Giselle's head beneath the rubber-coated steel only to straighten her up again. From there she set about draping PG's arms over the rope again. It would've been a dangerous arrangement anyway, tonight it was infinitely worse with Giselle's forehead barely a deep breath removed from those bloodthirsty links. Satisfied with her work for the moment, Vi turned those unsettling green eyes on the Senior Official. “I don't need you pumping poison into her ear right now, understand me you dirty bird? She's already got enough friends telling her to give up and conform, what she really needs right now is some supp--”
“I don't give, Nick!” Giselle mumbled. “I don't give, not to heRRRGGHHH!”
Violyt snatched a double handful of hair, yanked Giselle's head back at an awkward angle and BWANGED it against the steel harder than ever!
“Don't interrupt, it's rude.” the Glittering Enigma snapped.
“As I was saying, Giselle needs all the support she can get right now, so why don't you make yourself useful and try leading all these goofy little woodland creatures in a cheer of some kind?”
Violyt didn't wait for a response, rather she got to her feet and ran the ropes to the far side of the squared circle. Having seen enough of Goodheart's matches to understand what came next, Nick took a giant step back and turned his head to one side so he wasn't staring at the Theme Park Monarch when Violyt hopped up and drilled her knees into Giselle's shoulders which in turn SLAMMED her face into the side of the cage!
SMILEY FACEBREAKER @ 2:05
www.youtube.com/watch?v=QuRSEDLKtEc
Giselle shuddered from stem to stern in the wake of the Smiley Facebreaker, but with her arms hooked in place she couldn't draw away from the steel without assistance and Goodheart wasn't feeling very charitable at the moment. Dropping to her knees beside the trapped brunette, she cupped her left hand over the Princess' chin and tipped her head backward so she could swipe her fingers across the cut that'd opened up just beneath Giselle's hairline. “You've got some red on you, Princess.” Vi murmured as she wiped her fingers on Giselle's cheeks to craft proper war paint. “You've officially spilled blood in defense of the Four-Sided Forest. How much more will you spend to keep it out of my ha--”
The Princess of Peaksville pulled her hand back in surprise when Giselle twisted her head and tried to chomp her fingers. “As much... as much as it takes, Sorceress.” she rasped. “I won't let this place fall to your darknesSSSAAAARRRGGGHHHHHH!”
Goodheart slipped three fingers of each hand into the sides of Giselle's mouth and yaaaaaaaaaaaanked back in a monstrous Fishhook! Hunkered down on the small of the brunette's back in what was essentially a Camel Clutch, Violyt jostled her rival's head from side to side to better show her off to everyone brave enough to look directly at the ring. “Hanging in there, Princess?” she cooed. “Is your resolve stronger than ever? Or are you starting to think Libby and Mommy Colleen were right? That it's time you put away these childish--”
Giselle shrieked like a banshee and damned if she didn't wriggle her arms free of the confining strand! Backing away from the cage as quickly as she could, the Belle of the Brawl abruptly hooked her arms around Violyt's thighs and clambered to her knees with the Fishhooks still sank in deep! “That's it, rip and tear, claw and scream!” Goodheart urged the suffering brunette. Far from a taunt, she sounded ecstatic. “Shred all this foolish finery and show the Four-Sided Forest that you're just like meEEERRRRHHHHH!”
Giselle would've loved to stick her claws in Violyt's mouth but the angle was wrong so she palmed the blonde's noggin and settled for gouging both eyes! The Pink Stranger didn't much care for such treatment applied to her own features, yet rather than try to break off she pulled her left claw out of Giselle's mouth and savagely raked her eyes! Two more swipes and a prolonged nose twist forced the Theme Park Monarch to relent and only then did Goodheart do the same, the blonde offering a relieved sigh as she blinked vision back into bleary eyes. Wresting her legs free a moment later, Vi laced both hands across her opponent's chin, then hopped into the air and wedged her knees between Giselle's shoulders to ensure a most painful landing when Goodheart came down on her back a heartbeat later.
LUNGBLOWER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=HUdnvfB05DQ
Bounced off those encroaching joints at a distressing angle, the good Princess landed on her back, then tumbled over onto her stomach in a weary sprawl. Beside her, Goodheart sat up and rubbed her eyes with the heel of one palm to remove the last of the sworls from her vision. “This is good, Princess. This is very good.” she said quietly. “You're no quitter and you're not squeamish. But do you have the strength to follow this story all the way to the end? I think it's time we all found out.”
Twining her fingers into the brunette's battle-damp hair, Goodheart hauled Giselle to her feet and made a point of turning her in a circle so those assembled could gasp and murmur of the Belle's new crimson accessory. Stopping when they both faced the hard camera, the Carnage Unicorn switched over to a Three Quarters Facelock and flipped Giselle onto her butt with a quick Snapmare. Now standing behind her prey, Violyt reached down into her left boot and earned cacophonous jeers when she raised that gleaming cake fork high overhead! Reaching down with her right hand, Violyt cupped Giselle's chin and tipped her head back to ensure the Do Gooder had an excellent view when she raised the glittering utensil high overhead and brought it do—NO!
Cheers of relief from the denizens of the Four-Sided Forest when Giselle got both hands wrapped around her tormentor's wrist! Pushing up with all her might to delay that Fork of Damocles, the Princess straightened her arms as high as they would go, then dropped flat on her back and drew both legs up to THUMP a Mule Kick up into Goodheart's chin!
The fork went flying and the Sorceress went stumbling, that desperation deflection enough for Giselle to scramble to her feet and fire off a Super Ki--“NNNGGHHH!” Violyt ducked under the strike, then lunged forward and STAMPED on Giselle's plant foot when the Princess was off balance! Giselle yelped and turned away without thinking about it, which proved to be a disastrous choice because it let Goodheart load up a Super Kick of her own, one that THWHACKED off the back of Giselle's skull!
The Princess went down in a bloody sprawl, but Violyt made no move to follow up with more punishment. Instead she looked all around, those green eyes sweeping the canvas in search of-- “Ah!” she sighed with relief upon spotting the fork. “There you are! Hand it over, my little seraphim.”
Heaven, who'd laid claim to Violyt's weapon of choice when it skittered down within easy reach, looked from Goodheart to the fork and back again. After a moment, she shook her head 'no'. “No, Vi. I don't think I will.”
The Princess of Peaksville grew stern as she limped over to Hughes' side of the cage and snapped her fingers. “It's mine, Hughes. Hand it over. And don't make me tell you aga--”
More cheers from those assembled as the San Diego Sweetheart took a step backward. “No. I appreciate you having my back when no one else did, but you also told me to make my own decisions, so that's what I'm doing. You want to beat Giselle to a pulp? Go ahead and do it. But you're going to use the cage and not this--”
Goodheart darted forward and down, the limber blonde shooting a hand through a gap in the links to snatch her—Heaven caught hold of the other blonde's wrist and without even thinking about it jabbed the tines of the fork down on Vi's hand one, two, three times!
The Pink Stranger wailed and yanked her hand back inside while instinctively butt scooting away from the woman who'd accompanied her to the ring. “You want this back?” Hughes asked. “You can have it when you've learned to behave.” With that she tucked it into the back pocket of her jeans, turned around and started up the ramp!
“This isn't funny, Hughes!” Violyt scrambled to verticality and smashed her hands against the cage. “Not only is it not funny, it's fucking RUDE and you know it! HEAVEN! GET YOUR ASS BACK HERE AND GIVE ME MY HHHHRRRRGGHHHHH!”
Giselle wasn't entirely sure what'd transpired, but she knew the Sorceress was distracted so she rushed in at top speed and took to the skies to DRIVE both knees into Goodheart's back! The force of it BWANGED the blonde's skull into the cage and the rest of her into the ropes, which were more than springy enough to send Vi stumbling backward on spaghetti legs. She was still trying to catch her balance when Giselle spun her around and THWUMPED a Headbutt into the bridge of Goodheart's nose! The blonde reeled in place but the Princess twisted round and snagged a Three Quarters Facelock so she wouldn't go down. From there she ran to the corner and bounded up the turnbuckles just to twist around and drop to her back while THWHAMMING Violyt down on her face, chest and belly!
PIXIE DUST:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=gMuGREYMsVs
The Sorceress flopped absently to her back from the ring-rattling impact, ending in a comatose spreadeagle. The crowd exploded with excitement as the glistening Giselle scrambled atop the usurper in a Lateral Press, hooking a leg for the…
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TWO…
The groan from the auburn-haired California Angel, the flaxen-maned American Idol and the rest of those assembled within FAWN Arena reverberated when Violyt pushed a shoulder off the canvas, if less convincingly than before. Perhaps cracks were showing.
The Princess wiped the blood from her forehand and brow, gazed at it for a moment, and made a hand-print on Goodheart’s chest.
“You now carry the mark of banishment, Sorceress. You’ll never break my resolve.”
The Theme Park Monarch sank her digits into Violyt’s locks, causing red streaks to be added to the Stranger’s customary pink. Pulling Goodheart up as she rose, Giselle leaned her foe deep into the springy cables.
“My mistaken majesty, I’m here to strengthen your resolve,” Violyt assured, albeit faintly.
Unconcerned with the lunatic’s intent, Giselle launched the blonde across the canvas with an Irish Whip. Goodheart raced to the far ropes and rebounded into a return sprint. Waiting for a full trip to the ropes from which the journey began, the Belle of the Brawl dipped and launched the wide-eyed Violyt with a Back Body Drop. The skyscraping flip to the canvas was interrupted with a little side tour to the cage wall when Goodheart was sent over the cables and CRASHED back-first against the chain link, heels overhead.
Violyt clattered down the side of the confines, somehow ending on her head and shoulders in the tight space between steel and strands, her back scraped pink with the descent against the metal grating.
If simply leaving the cage were an option, Colleen and Liberty would likely have been begging for their Greater Good cohort to exit, but the match required a more emphatic victor, a pin, submission or knockout being necessary.
Giselle, having fallen to her haunches after vaulting Violyt, struggled to find the energy to follow-up. Her allies on the outside shouted pleas she pulled Goodheart’s carcass free of its entanglement and finish the Glittering Enigma once and for all.
The Princess nodded. She turned and knee-walks to the wreckage. She maneuvered Goodheart from a semiconscious, wedged vertical sprawl to flat against the canvas, then grabbed a wrist and pulled her adversary under the ropes.
An awakening Sorceress pushed Giselle off a foot or two, but the Disney-adjacent royalty rose and set upon her foe as Violyt reached one knee. Snaking her right leg around the raised left lower limb of Goodheart, Giselle tumbled over the blonde, sweeping Violyt across her lap when PG ended on her derriere.
Wrapping a leg across Violyt’s throat while snatching her foe’s near arm in a bar when perpendicular and under the Stranger, Giselle captures Goodheart in her Nautilus, the Princess sinking the octopus hold in deeper than 10,000 leagues.
THE NAUTILUS:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=05lLUZeJslM
Wrenching on the arm and neck of the seized Sorceress, the Four-Sided Forest’s sovereign demanded her most treacherous subject surrender.
From a few yards away, with the cage wall between, Castle opened the figurative cage door for the Glittering Enigma, asking if Violyt wanted to cede FAWN’s magical squared circle to PG and the GG.
“I’ve…only…begun,” the blonde grunted between labored breaths.
Violyt’s visage displayed the incredible anguish Giselle could dish when necessary and Goodheart could equally endure. After a dozen seconds of convincing, the Princess was instead persuaded more tribulations were required.
Showing her growing tenacity, Giselle lifted her left leg and brought it down like a hammer across the temple of the Carnage Unicorn, pound, pound, pounding, until Goodheart’s eyes are glazed. The Princess unwrapped herself from the Octopus and pushed to her feet, hovering over the sprawled Stranger.
Unsure of what more it will take to purge the Forest of the manipulative Enchantress, the Theme Park Monarch moved to center stage and called out to the Angel from the Golden State.
“My special wand!” Giselle shouted.
O’Neal dipped and scooped the apron’s skirt upward. The freckled fighter slipped beneath and emerged with a kendo stick. With perhaps surprising success to some, Colleen heaved the weapon over the cage wall with ease. Those familiar with her time in GSW knew well of several feral fights on the left coast including such armaments.
The Princess nimbly plucked her ‘wand’ from the air within the steel enclosure. A shocked Castle offered nothing more than a shrug, realizing the match remained within its very limited rules.
With a slowly recuperating Goodheart having reached her haunches, head lowered, chin to chest, the ruler of the Forest lifted her wand high in front of her adversary. With the weapon poised, Violyt elevated her head, staring up at Giselle.
“Do it. If you have the bravery to be your true self.” Violyt offered in something close to a whisper only the Princess could discern.
“I shall,” came the immediate retort.
Giselle brought the bamboo whistling down, ‘knighting’ the Glittering Enigma on the crown of her skull.
WHACK, WHACK, WHACK!
A half dozen more crownings came before Goodheart keeled to her right shoulder and hip, a trickle of blood finding its path down her forehead just prior to her listing collapse.
With her wand-work celebrated by the sellout crowd of subjects on the outside, an uncompromising Giselle seemed unmoved by the devastation she’s brought upon the Enigma.
Stepping over the sprawled Goodheart, PG moved to the nearest buckles and climbs. It’s not an easy task with the bent bamboo wand still in her possession, but climb the Theme Park Monarch did. She reached the top and turned to find the bloodied Violyt starting to rise, an odd smirk on Goodheart’s face. A cromson-hues stream reached her lips. She flicked her tongue to get a taste and the smile grew wider.
“The final process has begun.”
Violyt scanned the ring in front of her and found it empty. She finally turned in the direction of the ascendant Princess and Giselle launched from her royal perch, soaring toward the wide eyes and undefended braincase of the Carnage Unicorn. PG brought the raised wand down in a violent sweep as she fell to earth, the kendo stick on an arc to dent the lunatic’s cranium.
Alas, Violyt pivoted and raises a foot, Super Kicking the descending chin of the Princess before bamboo met blonde brainpan. As her wand meandered off from her broken grip, a bug-eyed Giselle went board straight on her heels, a wad of royal saliva shooting high into the air at impact. Finally, the Belle of the Brawl timbered to the deck, ending in a motionless starfish at the feet of the victorious Sorceress.
Goodheart bowed to the fallen sovereign. She wiped the growing flow of corpuscles from her forehead and planted them in a return message to Giselle’s cleavage, the duo apparently made blood sisters of sorts by the tandem markings on their chests.
The Pink Stranger kept her palm planted however and it took a moment for Castle to realize the pinning predicament. He slapped the outside apron for the…
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THRNOOOO!
Uproarious relief rang through the land when Giselle shot a hand into the air! And not only did this defiance serve to continue her time on the field of battle, the waggling of her index finger meant it doubled as reassurance to any and all who might have doubted the Princess' nerves in this admittedly Grimm situation.
Goodheart seemed as enthused as the rest of the crowd, indeed the bloodied blonde was almost tender in the way she took Giselle's upraised wrist and used it to haul the brunette to her feet. Slipping her right shoulder between Giselle's stems as soon as she was upright, the Princess of Peaksville muscled her burden into a Fireman's Carry, then grabbed hold of her right wrist in her right hand to ensure the Do Gooder couldn't elbow her way out before she—Goodheart shot up on tiptoe and threw herself into what was damned near a hands-free cartwheel that culminated in her THAWHAMMING the back of the Belle's head and shoulders into the deck with an emphatic Death Valley Bomb!
DEATH VALLEY BOMB:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=32tW2pjtTeo
Corps members who remembered exactly what Violyt unleashed on their heroine in similar circumstances booed loud enough to shake the pillars of heaven, not that the Goodheart even seemed to notice. She'd already pressed her hands to Giselle's shoulders in a simple, albeit unquestionably effective pin good for the...
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THRENOOOOOOOO!
The exhausted Princess slipped free with even less time to spare than previous! Kneeling beside the prone battler, Violyt set her hands on her thighs and regarded Giselle with a curiously unreadable expression. After a moment's contemplation, the Carnage Unicorn hunkered down and touched her forehead to Giselle's. “You are exhausted and bleeding, my dear Princess.” she murmured. “I fear the price is too high for--”
'Oooooooooohhh!' from the collected FAWNatics when the Princess shoved Goodheart back on her haunches, then SLAPPED her across the mouth! “I told you I would pay, Sorceress.” the brunette growled. “My coffers possess a wealth your foul magic will never understaNNNGGGHHH!”
Vi snatched a double handful of hair, yanked Giselle's noggin off the mat, then BOUNCED it once, twice, three times! The trifecta earned Giselle a release, though she didn't do much with it save flop onto her tummy and cradle the back of her head in her arms. As for the Glittering Enigma, she got to her feet and made a beeline for the 'special wand' that'd opened up the gash on her forehead. “Very nice, Princess.” Violyt murmured as she hoisted the battered stick. “Of course, favoring a cake fork means I tend to work with smaller tortures but luckily for me,” she gripped it at both ends and SNAPPED it over her knee, the blonde left with one piece notably longer than the other, “this thing comes in travel size.”
On the outside, Colleen's heart fell into her stomach as she watched the Pink Stranger stalk her wounded friend. “Get up Giselle!” she shook the cage for emphasis. “You've gotta get up, she's right--”
“NO!” Liberty shouted when Violyt pounced on the brunette and stretched out her left arm so she could trap it in a snug Scissors. “LET HER GO, YOU VILE PSYCHO!”
Vi paid the Pretty Patriot no mind, all her attention was in yanking Giselle's noggin off the mat so she could brace the broken length of kendo stick just below the brunette's mouth. Holding on at either end, she leaned forward, then CRANKED back on a Crossface that made even the most jaded heel supporters squirm with discomfort!
“AAAAAAARRRRRRRHHHHHHHH!” The Belle of the Brawl pulled and clawed at Goodheart's hands, but she couldn't find any escape hatch. Unable to stop the tears she felt pooling at the corners of her eyes, Giselle reached an arm toward the ropes and almost sobbed when she heard a 'TAP!' chant rumbling through the arena. It was promptly joined by its 'PLEASE DON'T!' counterpart, but the brunette couldn't stop her hand from wavering over the mat.
“Do you hear them, Princess?” Violyt asked without preamble. “They want you to concede the day. Not just those goodly denizens of the forest, but your obnoxiously well-meaning friends too. They're telling you it's ok to stand down. You've done your due diligence and so much more, but really, you were doomed from the outset. There's no way someone as pure of heart as yourself could do what needs to be done against someone like--”
“SHUT YOUR MOUTH, SORCERESS!” Giselle bellowed her demand loud enough to have it taken up by the floor seat fans, who soon carried it to the rest of the arena!
Any pleasure the Princess might've derived from this act was soon swept away in more anguish when the Carnage Unicorn drew the stick up across her mouth like a bridle and pulled twice as hard! Giselle shrieked around the awful muffler, she twisted and writhed like a snake with a broken back, but she did not tap out. She did not ask for any quarter, let alone mercy. What she did do was gouge her right elbow into the mat and begin to draaaaaaaaaag herself forward on elbows and knees. The going was slow to the point of madness and the ache in her neck grew worse with each passing second, yet the Do Gooder continued to draw closer and closer to—“BREAK IT!” Colleen was almost nauseous with relief when Giselle lurched forward and grabbed the bottom rope. “Break the hold you lunatic!”
“She doesn't have to.” Castle muttered. “There's no disqualifications and no way to enforce a rope--”
“BREAGH!” Giselle coughed it around the remnant of her shattered wand and damned if Goodheart didn't release at once!
Lest this be taken as a show of leniency, Violyt snatched hold of her foe's ankles and hauled back out to the middle of the ring fast enough to inflict a nasty mat burn! She followed with a happy little Double Stomp to the center of the brunette's back to ensure Giselle wasn't feeling too rebellious when she dragged her up into a Standing Headscissors. Wrapping her arms around the Princess' waist, Goodheart dipped down and—Giselle crumpled to one knee, practically dead-weight in the clutches of the Pink Stranger.
“It's ok, it's ok, really it is.” Violyt huffed as she struggled to get Giselle back into place. “You did so much better than I imagined you would, but it's finally time you handed the Four-Sided Forest over to someone who can defend it no matter the cost.” On this cheerfully ominous note she flipped Giselle up into a slumped seat on her shoulders, the battered Belle of the Brawl helpless against the power of Unicorns & Rainbo—AAAAIIIIEEEEEE!”
Giselle snatched a handful of the blonde's hair, wrenched her head back and hit her with the handful of purple and blue glitter she'd retrieved from a packet tucked into one boot while Goodheart was trying to get her back into position! Bedazzled by her own shiny petard, Violyt let loose of the brunette's legs and stumbled back swiping at her face while Giselle dropped to an awkward landing on one knee. Catching the blonde's wrist a heartbeat later, PG clamped down tight and sent her rival into the ropes with an Irish—NO!
Guided by pure instinct, Goodheart planted her heels and reversed the Whip to send Giselle in her place. The Theme Park Monarch took the switch in stride, indeed she seemed to have found her footing just as the Glittering Enigma scooped her up under one arm and flipped her up onto one shoulder just to launch her high into the-- Giselle twisted 'round mid-ascent, caught hold of a Front Facelock as gravity began to take over and SPIKED Goodheart on the crown of her skull courtesy of a trip down Space Mountain! The Carnage Unicorn flopped to a seat only to pool out flat when Giselle grabbed a shoulder and pushed her down. Collecting both legs in a Back Press that folded the blonde in half, the torn Princess nodding along with everyone else while Castle counted...
SPACE MOUNTAIN:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Hdw9alwGyCw
ONE...
TWO...
THRENOOOOOOOO!
Violyt wrenched free of the pin and slopped over onto her side, one hand absently wiping blood and glitter from her face. Exhausted in a way she didn't realize was humanly possible, Giselle clambered to her feet, looked around for the kendo stick and grimaced when she realized it'd been split in twain. Grabbing the larger piece simply because she felt like she needed something in her hands, the Belle of the Brawl was trying to figure out a plan when Goodheart pushed to her knees. Without even thinking Giselle rushed forward and CRACKED the fractured magic across Violyt's shoulders, knocking her to all fours.
“Stay down!” Giselle hit her a second time when the blonde started to rise, then a third when she twisted onto one knee. “Stay down, please!” Giselle's voice was somewhere between a queen's command and a madwoman's sob. “Stay down, Violyt! I don't want to hurt you anymore!”
Goodheart answered with a chuckle that Giselle knew would grow to a cackle if she hadn't hopped on her back and drawn the broken kendo stick tight across her throat! Ankles locked in a Scissors so tight it hurt just to look at, Giselle gripped her weapon at both ends and pulled as hard as she dared. “Go to sleep, Sorceress.” she mumbled. “Go to sleep knowing I've done as you asked. The realm is in good hands, but I won't injure you to prove it.”
Violyt, her features flushed bright red by the stranglehold, patted and pushed at the Princess' wand to no real effect. Head and legs woozy in equal measure, she rasped, “Yuuuuuuuhhhhh.... you're gonna haff too, Prinzzessssss.”
“No.” Giselle shook her head in time with this denial. “No I will noNNNNNGGGGGHHHHH!”
The Princess of Peaksville hooked her right arm around the back of Giselle's noggin, pulling the brunette's chin tight against her shoulder. In the same breath she went up on tiptoe and dropped straight to her butt to THWHUNK Giselle with a Backpack Stunner! The Do Gooder slopped backward with both arms thrown overhead while a vacant-eyed Enigma toppled onto her left side and everyone else wondered just how much of the Four-Sided Forest would remain once this war finally drew to a close.
With the Princess’ only movement the soft fluttering of the lids over her brown eyes, Goodheart rotated from her seat and flopped perpendicular across her foe, her weight nearly as dead as the Theme Park Monarch’s. But importantly, her spent frame fell atop that of the Greater Goodliest and remained there in a Crossbody for the…
ONE…
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THRENOOO!
It didn't take much effort to shove a shoulder from under a woman still descending from the impact of Space Mountain. It’s a good thing, as the brunette had little to give. It’s enough.
Together they laid next to each other side by side, gazing blankly into the rafters. Their heads slowly turned to each other, their eyes meeting, bloody features sharpening with the contact. Giselle’s face more stark in the crimson as more than a few had seen the mask on the Pink Stranger in her epically violent indie sessions.
Violyt pushed a hand between the weary warriors, waggling an index finger at the Disney-adjacent royalty.
“Good tries aren’t good enough,” Goodheart huffed/
Giselle’s perfect pearlies clenched tight in a snarl. She snatched her foe’s nearby digit, bending it back to near the breaking point. Violyt couldn't help but grimace from the pain, then grunt with more when the Princess plugged her nostrils with an uppercut fork of fingers in the holes of her beak.
The Princess rose with her two cruel handles, drawing the Enigma up alongside.
“One of the few true things you’ve ever said.” PG muttered, face to face with the Sorceress.
Giselle conceded the low road, indeed she entered the Sorceress' realm when she swung her right leg forward, planting a wicked punt to Violyt’s kitty.
Doubled over, hands delving between her thighs, a bug-eyed Goodheart was felled to a knee with a stomp to one of the joints, then dropped to all fours with a swift thrust kick to the back of her skull.
Giselle sprinted for the cables toward Goodheart’s right, rebounded, and used the Stranger’s back as a base. She launched heavenward, both alabaster stems extended and PLOWED the near leg into the back of an already battered braincase, hitting consecutive concussive blows with her How To Teach Your Dragon step-up legdrop.
HOW TO TEACH YOUR DRAGON @ 3:31
www.youtube.com/watch?v=uWoVOJtppBc
Violyt’s face THUMPED against the thinly-sheathed floorboards as a result of the maneuver, only increasing the scrambling of her malicious mind.
The shell-shocked Sorceress absently flopped to her back from the skull-crushing finale and Giselle dropped across her foe in a Lateral Press, weakly hooking the far leg for the…
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THREEE!
Her subjects instantly exploded into deafening cheers, the perfect 'Mania moment helping the exhausted Princess find the energy to push to her haunches and raise an arm over the vanquished Violyt.
Colleen and Liberty hastily worked at unlocking the door as the Announcer made Castle’s call official.
“Your winner and ruler of the Four-Sided Forest…Princess Giselle!”
Her Greater Good teammates entered and surrounded the victor with a group hug, assisting the Theme Park Monarch to her feet. O’Neal and Lady L showed her off to the hard cam, lifting her wings on either side, O’Neal taking none too subtle glances at a stirring Goodheart.
The Angel turned to make the Glittering Enigma into to a Sleeping Beauty, but Giselle grabbed a shoulder and spun the redhead to face her.
“It’s over. She holds no power over us or our land.”
Colleen nodded and, arm in arm, the wholesome threesome strode to the exit safe in the knowledge the Sorceress had been banished from the Four-Sided Forest FOREVER!