Post by SammieSinclair on Jan 10, 2015 9:14:08 GMT
“Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall, with a 30 minute time limit... and it is for the FAWN INTERCONTINENTAL CHAMPIONSHIP...”
Ordinarily, such a proclamation would result in thunderous cheers from the gathered audience. Instead, tonight the FAWNatics let loose with a torrent of jeers and derision. The mystery is short-lived, however. The source for their discontent was atop the stage in the form of a blonde and a brunette. Miranda Wainright and Adelaide Brewster, two thirds of a faction known far and wide as the Church of Eternal Midnight. Tonight the former wore a black tank-top emblazoned with the phrase ‘A Pillar of Fire By Night’ and a green and black plaid skirt as well as her ever present black hat. As for the latter, she wore a simple white sundress made far more ominous by the presence of a faint red spatter.
Miranda Wainright...
ADELAIDE BREWSTER:
Ignoring the heathens entirely, Miranda raised a microphone to her lips and honed in on the Announcer. “This is indeed a wondrous evening,” she purred. “One that promises glory the likes of which our holiest of causes has not yet known. And it is FAR too special an evening to allow YOU to sully with you inane ramblings.”<br>
Never one to argue with the truly devout, the Announcer stepped back into a corner and kept his mouth shut while Wainright tended to his duties.
“Behold, you poor, lost waywards... Soon to make her appearance is formerly one of your own. But NOW, having FOUND purpose, she stands ready to bring enlightenment to one and all--not least of all the simpering savage who still holds championship gold for a few minutes yet. Hailing from Princeton New Jersey, she stands at five feet four inches tall and weighs in at one hundred and twenty-five pounds. Please rise and witness the rebirth of our sister, the Queen of Hearts, TIFFANY MAYES!”
“HEAVEN KNOWS”:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=U2LdI7rzowk
TIFFANY MAYES:
Her proclamation was followed by jangling bell, which quickly gave way to guitars and drums, the former cutting out a simple riff which the latter strengthened with a staccato stomp. That was perhaps the only tie to the Tiffany Mayes prior to her conversion as the woman who brushed through the curtain in time with the first chorus of ‘Heaven Knows’ proved a far more dangerous individual indeed. Gone was the plaid skirt, the bustier, the shortened tie and even the dark brown locks. It’d all been replaced by a lot of lightly tanned, toned skin, a few swatches of black leather in the form of a bandeau style bikini top and matching bottoms, matte black pads and wrestling shoes and a long tangle of golden blonde hair almost identical to that of the Malevolent Moralizer.
Framed by her dark sisters, Mayes didn’t so much as blink until Wainright leaned in to whisper something in her ear. Then she licked her lips and made her way down the aisle with an almost serpentine swagger in her step. While the ’heathen’ Tiffany Mayes would’ve wasted time and energy interacting with everyone on the aisle, this new and improved version ignored them all, save for those dumb enough to reach for her. Those she swatted away without hesitation, as their heretical touch was far too much for her to endure.
Springing from the floor to the apron with feline grace, Tiffany hopped over the strands with Adelaide and Miranda a few steps behind. Taking point in their unholy triad, Tiffany spread her arms wide, dropped to her knees and raised her face to the rafters. After a moment she opened her eyes and looked toward the aisle. “Come to me, so-called noble savage,” she whispered. “Show me your face and I will show you the cool, sweet mercy of Eternal Midnight.”
As Wainright and Brewster make their exit from the ring to the floor, the announcer--now judging it safe to speak again--steps back toward center ring. “And her opponent, the Intercontinental champion...”
Navajo Nation launches to its feet with a roar
“Hailing from Tempe, AZ… she stands five feet six inches tall and weighs in this evening at one hundred and twenty-five pounds… She is the one and only Tempe Temptress… JUUULLLIIIEEETTT BLLLOOOOOODDDWWWIIINNNDDD!!!!!!”
Juliet Bloodwind
“KILLING IN THE NAME OF”:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=vAaLeJ53umE
To the accompanying sonic assault of Rage Against the Machine's "Killing in the Name ", Juliet Bloodwind, emerges atop the ramp. The crowd erupts into a supportive roar, happy to see the Tempe Temptress back in action once more. And that roar grows only louder as Navajo Nation recognizes the change in Juliet’s garb:
Namely, that tonight, just as she had done against Kylie Sanders, the Tempe Temptress actually sports the *Nubile Navajo’s* garb!
The elder Bloodwind stands clad in a faux deerskin halter, the shoulder straps eventually becoming two thin strings that crisscross her otherwise bare back. She also wears matching bikini bottoms, augmented by for lack of a better term a "half loin cloth" that descends to mid-thigh in the front, and that fails to obscure the view of her derriere in the back--Juliet’s rear view not particularly overshadowed by the woman who normally wore this gear. Ugg boots molded to resemble moccasins adorn her feet, and the Intercontinental title replaces Nyssa’s Lightweight strap to complete the ensemble.
The Tempe Temptress exudes a flirtatious confidence as she struts down the steel toward the ring. The pigtailed Juliet slaps hands with the fans sitting along the ramp, Bloodwind arches a wry eyebrow at this sight of one sign: “JULIET’S THE ONLY RELIGION I NEED. TONIGHT, SHE’LL BE THE LAST TEMPTATION OF TIFFANY!” Another fan waves a sign that had almost become a fixture, reading: "CONSIDER ME TEMPTED, TEMPE TEMPTRESS!"
And for the sentiment, as always, he is rewarded with a hug and a quick peck on the cheek. Bloodwind makes a complete circuit around the ring, continuing to press the flesh with the assembled fans. Her lap completed, Juliet moves quickly toward the ring, gracefully hopping onto the apron. With her back to the ropes, Juliet casts a quick glance over her shoulder at the official and the announcer before draping her arms over the top rope. The nubile Native American gives a suggestive wiggle of her hips before leaning backward, flipping herself over the top rope and landing on her feet inside the ring, Navajo Nation roaring its approval while Bloodwind hands her strap to the official, then moves to limber up in her corner.
The golden-maned Mayes reaches through the ropes toward her fellow Churchgoers. Miranda hands her a chalice, Adelaide a microphone. Tiffany brings both with her back into the squared circle. She motions Juliet forward to join her in the middle of the Church’s altar. "Bow before me savage, and I will baptize you into Eternal Midnight." Tiffany tips the golden cup slightly and a vile black stew drips out leaving a growing spot on the canvas. "I shall consecrate you." Her voice grows loud. "Bow...savage. And I do mean now!"
The reigning and defending Intercontinental champion regards her opponent with an expression that's equal parts anger and sheer bewilderment. But one ringside fan manages to give a perfect voice to the Tempe Temptress' thoughts, chiming out a simple, "Cuckoo! Cuckoo!"
Juliet turns her head just enough to flash him a small smile, but not so much that Tiffany disappears from her field of vision. "Ain't that the truth," she agrees, before turning back fully to the blond across from her. "There's only one way I'm bowing to you, Tiff," Bloodwind snarls. "And that's if those two bytches down there get in this ring and give you a hand. Cause you on your own? You don't have what it takes to take this belt off me. Now... you wanna carry on this nativity scene? Or do you wanna get your ass-kicking over and done with?"
"Your funeral," Tiffany assures. The blonde moves to her corner and hands the microphone to a FAWN flunky. Mayes starts to return the goop to Miranda, but when she hears Bloodwind's footfalls approaching, she pulls it back in to toss at the face of the champion. Thankfully for the supporters of the Tempe Temptress, Juliet dropkicks the brew away, the mixture spilling at the feet of Wainright.
"Unholy wench," Tiffany screeches, looking at the mess then at a rising Juliet. Mayes swings a clothesline at Bloodwind's throat, hoping to baptize Juliet in a different way.
But Bloodwind proves as quick on her feet as she is leaving them, ducking under the would-be scythe. The former schoolgirl recovers quickly, turning toward her foe... but not quickly enough. The Tempe Temptress meets the Queen of Hearts by blasting a forearm shiver into her chest, followed by a second... and a third. The punishing blows drive Mayes on a backpedal back toward the center of the ring, and the Intercontinental champion stays in quick pursuit. Dipping slightly as she joins the blonde mid-ring, Bloodwind starts to slip an arm through Tiffany's legs, looking to scoop her up for a swinging backbreaker.
SWINGING BACKBREAKER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=c4eIduRFSrg
Mayes starts to go up for what initially looks like a scoop slam, but Juliet halts with the blonde cargo halfway. With Mayes strapped across the Native American's chest, Juliet flips her off one shoulder, sending Tiffany spinning and plummeting across bended knee. Mayes’ spine SMASHES against the balled joint, the blonde howling in pain that only grows when Bloodwind presses down on either side, sending Mayes into an even deeper, agonizing arch. "Ask her," Juliet demands and Miranda answers for her fellow member of Eternal Midnight's flock.
"She does not submit."
"Well, OF COURSE she doesn't!" Juliet observes, continue to mash a palm underneath Tiffany's jaw and a forearm down across her thighs. "She only does what YOU want her to do now, right?" The Navajo warrior tilts her head down toward the mewling, writhing captive strapped to her knee. "And to think, one day you were a real girl..."
Bloodwind sends Mayes spilling to the mat with a shove before rising. Stooping to gather a handful of hair, the Tempe Temptress quickly brings the Queen of Hearts back to her feet and wraps her left arm around Tiffany's neck. Taking a handful of black leather at the blonde's hip, Juliet starts to muscle her foe into the air, hoping to execute a gourdbuster.
GOURDBUSTER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=DJDX1rbwZyQ
But when Mayes heads up, she adds a little more impetus into her leap than Bloodwind is expecting. Tiffany flips through the lift, ending on her feet behind the startled Juliet. Both spin toward the other, trying to be the first to strike. But while the Queen of Hearts is just as quick, the champ has an arm raised high when she faces off and Juliet brings the knife edge sweeping down into a tomahawk chop right between the eyes of Miranda's altar girl. The blow sends Tiffany rocketing to the canvas as if shot, her shoulders and the back of her head THUMPING to the thinly-covered plywood as her tanned legs fly out in front of her.
Those exquisite stems remain airborne when Tiffany's back hits the canvas--and Juliet Bloodwind is quick to take advantage. Grabbing both ankles, the Tempe Temptress rolls Mayes over to her stomach before dropping to her knees, taking the former schoolgirl's ankles with her. Bloodwind deftly stuffs the blonde's right ankle into the pit of her left knee before scooting forward, using her weight against Tiffany's shin to fold the leg and lock that boot in place. The Native American beauty then leans forward as she goes about getting the cross-legged STF cinched in properly.
CROSS-LEGGED STF:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=ykYvke-AmNg
Her legs being trapped seems to run a reviving electric current through Mayes and she tries to dig her nails into the canvas to pull her way toward the ropes. But her legs are tied and Bloodwind's weight has her stuck in adobe. Things only go from bad to worse when Juliet slips her body under Mayes' right side and pulls back, stretching the blonde's spine before the crossface puts an agonizing bow on the submission. The champ gets to blonde taffy-pulling, drawing pained yelps from the true believer, but, at least for the moment, no surrender.
"She does not submit," Miranda notes matter-of-factly, not waiting for the ref to ask this time. But ask he does nonetheless. Tiffany's 'nuh uh' and weak shake of her head is not as adamant, but it's still in the negatory.
And Tiffany's fingers finding the bottom rope, after a couple of empty swipes--and with a helpful push of the cable from the Malevolent Moralizer, which neither Juliet nor the official apparently spots--are enough to force the referee to call for a break. Bloodwind seems reluctant, but by the count of TWO, she still disengages. Dragging Mayes up with a yank of her hair, the Tempe Temptress leads her challenger into the nearest empty corner, stuffing her in before unloading with an knife edge chop to the chest. Fortunately for Mayes bosom, this is no start of a Massacre. Instead, Juliet leans in, taking the blonde's wrist and setting her feet. She then attempts to launch Mayes toward the opposite corner with a mighty Irish whip, hoping the impact would drop the Queen of Hearts flat on her ass--and in perfect position for a Panic Attack.
PANIC ATTACK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=71snnULKf4g
But instead, before the blonde is launched on her way, Tiffany reverses the whip sending Bloodwind for the ride. Juliet turns into the buckles and CRASHES into the corner. The Tempe Temptress keeps her feet beneath her, but she stumbles drunkenly toward the doubled, oxygen-sucking Church member. Mayes accepts the champion/stumblebum into a side headlock then shows what Juliet could never have a prayer of doing when Tiffany rotates through her Tiger Spin.
TIGER SPIN:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=YpcNb3t9U54
The Queen of Hearts quickly becomes a black, tanned and blonde whirl of motions, so much so that the Tempe Temptress very likely has little idea what hit her. The FAWNatics aren't particularly the wiser, though a clubbing forearm to the back of Bloodwind's noggin and a leg trip don't escape their notice. That last portion sends Juliet spilling the the mat, the Native American warrior falling so swiftly that she can't properly get her hands down enough to absorb them impact. Instead, she eats a face and chestful of canvas, the crowd groaning in sympathy as the wincing brunette brings a hand up to examine her jaw.
Mayes grabs the champ's left leg and spins Juliet to her back. With the limb still in her possession, the Church member, spins around the raised leg and drops into a scissors of her foe's stem. With the ankle in her tight two-hand grip, Tiffany wrenches and tugs, trying to take the wheel away from Bloodwind as much or more than forcing the Native American beauty to quit.
LEGBAR:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=137H0cqnDTE
As Tiffany's back touches down to the mat, Juliet momentarily sits semi-upright, HOWLING in agony as her knee immediately explodes in pain. Sitting, even partially, proves to be an additional strain on those ligaments and tendons, however, so the Tempe Temptress likewise slumps to her back, both hands flying to and tugging at her pigtails. From the floor, Miranda is quick to speak for the Intercontinental champion, declaring, "The heathen submits."
But Bloodwind pulls her left hand free of her locks, wagging a finger in the official's direction. "The hell I doooooOOOAAAGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!" The champ's defiance is brought to a shrieking end by a well-timed twist of her ankle, forcing the Navajo beauty to bite her bottom lip. But as that lips slides free of her pearlies, Juliet rolls to her right hip, balling her left fist and swinging for Mayes. Unfortunately, the Tempe Temptress doesn't quite have the reach--especially not when the former schoolgirl leeeeans back, savagely tugging at Bloodwind's right ankle while pushing off her left knee. The dual sources of torment send Bloodwind toppling to her back again, and with her shoulders flat, the referee slaps off the...
ONE...
TWO...
But Juliet rocks to her hip again. Only this time, instead of taking a swipe at the Queen of Hearts, the Tempe Temptress' left hand strains to find the bottom rope.
And the champion finds the rubber-coated steel, wrapping a palm around the bottom strand. Juliet yelps for her release only to be roundly ignored by the recently minted blonde. Finally, with the official's coaxing, Tiffany releases and climbs to her feet. Quickly impatient, she boots the left knee of a rising Bloodwind. The throbbing pain is enough for Juliet to loose her grip on the ropes and Mayes quickly tugs her toward the center. She roughly yanks Juliet into a front facelock, the blonde starting to spin the raven-haired titleholder's noggin in her grip, ready to ask Bloodwind Mayes I Have Another?
MAYES I HAVE ANOTHER?:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=aW_jZE9HGeM
Navajo Nation is ready to watch as Juliet mounts a counter. Unfortunately, the Tempe Temptress herself has too much of a hitch in her gitalong following the legbar to worry about much more than maintaining her balance. As a result, Juliet easily her her neck rolled up onto Tiffany's shoulder when the Queen of Hearts dips and pivots--and then has her neck SLAMMED down atop that very same shoulder when Mayes violently drops to one knee.
Bloodwind's legs are visibly quaking as her opponent springs back to her feet, the Native American's neck still firmly in the blonde's possession--only now trapped underneath the opposite arm. Tiffany kicks out her shapely stems and falls back, SPIKING the crown of the Tempe Temptress' skull into the mat with a brutal DDT that sends the reigning champ flopping to her back in a splayed starfish. Mayes promptly drapes herself across the Navajo's chest, not bothering to hook a leg as the ref counts...
ONE...
TWO...
THRNOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Juliet gets a shoulder up.
Tiffany sits and stares at the striped shirt. "Infidel," Mayes grunts, furious at the slow count. She takes it out on Bloodwind with a swiping slap to a cheek. Mayes enjoys the feeling so much she rises to a kneel to lay a full backhand chop to the chest that echoes through the arena. With a guilty grin, Mayes hops to her feet above the wincing Jules and heads for the far ropes. Rebounding at full speed, the former fan favorite somersaults across the canvas, popping out of the maneuver to leap high into the air, flipping above the splayed Bloodwind, ready to land across Juliet's golden midriff with a breath-stealing senton.
SENTON @00:30:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=egns00pIpGA
Only instead of an expanse of tummy, the surface Tiffany's back lands against is a decidedly more bumpy one--namely, Juliet Bloodwind's tucked in knees. The former schoolgirl bounces away from the impact, rolling to her stomach and reaching a hand behind toward the base of her spine. But while the Tempe Temptress might have escaped disaster, the Native American warrior hardly emerges unscathed--not with the work Tiffany had done to her knees a few minutes ago. Still, Juliet ignores the ache as best she can as she uses the ropes to pull herself up. By the time she reaches her feet, the Queen of Hearts is beginning to rise as well--so Bloodwind quickly slips through the ropes. From the apron, the Tempe Temptress rocks back, preparing to launch herself onto the top rope as Tiffany turns around and catch her with a springboard clothesline.
SPRINGBOARD CLOTHESLINE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=gtDsx5m2WRo
The sleek lines of Adelaide Brewster move quickly around the corner and she reaches for Bloodwind's ankles as Juliet rises toward her springboard. But the champion proves too quick to be upended by interference from the Church choir on this occasion. Juliet springs into action, getting froggy off the top rope and perfectly times a leap toward the risen blonde. Bloodwind THUMPS her right arm across the clavicle of Mayes and Tiffany is ripped off her feet, planted on head and shoulders with enough force, Mayes nearly gets to a full on headstand before plopping back to horizontal.
Some FAWNatics preparing to count the Tempe Temptress toward three and toward victory... but Bloodwind herself doesn't appear interested in going for the cover at this stage. Instead, she hairhauls the dazed blonde off the deck and drags her into the near corner. "Y'know," Juliet mutters, "you and the other two skanks were a LOT more intimidating when you were wearing the masks."
Keeping her grip on Mayes' locks tight, the Navajo beauty smashes TIffany's face into the top turnbuckle. "That one's for Nyssa."
Drawing back the Queen of Hearts' noggin, Juliet delivers a second turnbuckle smash.
"That's ANOTHER one for Nyssa, since she can't be here to get any payback for herself."
She then delivers a THIRD blasting turnbuckle shot.
"And that one's for me."
Spinning Tiffany around, the Tempe Temptress shoves Mayes back against the buckles before taking a step to the side. When she draws back her choppin' hand, Navajo Nation leaps to its feet, ready to behold a Knife Edge Massacre.
KNIFE EDGE MASSACRE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=8doUJsDnGL8
Bloodwind lets lose with a torrent of backhand chops that sets a blazing red streak growing across Tiffany's chest. The sting of each in succession sends Mayes into a humorous march in place, her legs pumping in time with each wicked chop from the Navajo. Finally, Bloodwind takes a break to cool her hand but a scream from the Native American starts another round of backhands that sends the True Believer into another fit of spasms. The crowd roars when the deluge finally slows to a stop, a wilting Tiffany leaning deep into the corner, rag doll saggy.
Juliet slips her right hand behind Tiffany's drooping melon, her fingers coiling around a number of flaxen tresses. But as she pulls a stagging one-time schoolgirl out of the corner, the Tempe Temptress addresses the head of the Church rather than this particular altargirl. "Pretty telling, passing up a title shot yourself and sending one of your puppets to take a beating. Guess it'll be Morticia's turn next month, huh?"
Still keeping her grip on Mayes' hair, Bloodwind shifts so that she has the Queen of Hearts in a three-quarter facelock. In almost the same instant, Bloodwind reverses course, charging back toward the corner with Tiffany in tow, intending to deliver the Bloodhawk Plunge.
BLOODHAWK PLUNGE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=gMuGREYMsVs
Juliet travels up the corner using the blonde as her base. Stair-stepping to the top, the Navajo pushes away from the uppermost buckle and rips Mayes through a violent u-turn away from the corner and her fellow Church members. Bloodwind rides the wave toward the center of the ring THUMPING the braincase of Tiffany into the thinly-sheathed plywood. While Jules lands on her well-padded caboose, a demolished Mayes rolls absently to her back from the force of the impact, lying in a starfish, as if a sacrifice to Eternal Midnight's cause. Juliet scrambles to scoop up a limp leg and drape her body atop Mayes in a lateral press for...
ONE...
TWO...
THRNOOO!
Tiffany lifts a shoulder up by the scantiest of margins, Miranda remaining calm through the VERY nearfall.
Bloodwind looks up to the official, and lifts three fingers. But he shakes his head. "Sorry, Jules. Just a two."
"Don't tell me I'm gonna need a f*ckin' stake," the Tempe Temptress sighs, then pushes up to her feet.
Reaching down, Bloodwind starts to pull Mayes up by her mane, the Queen of Hearts muttering a weak, "Leggggooo... my hair..."
Juliet rolls her eyes. "Honey, are you in the WRONG line of work..." Pushing the blonde straight and back into the ropes, the champion bodies in against her, taking Tiffany by the wrist. Setting her feet, the Tempe Temptress starts to send Mayes for a ride, planning to follow her out to mid-ring, catch her, and toss her up onto her shoulders.
POP-UP SAMOAN DROP:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=OHt4woO9yig
But as Mayes seems on her way, the blonde bears down and reverses the whip, only to hang onto her grip and yank Bloodwind back toward her, planning to drop a shoulder and spear the Native American grappler. Alas, Juliet has a different hymn in mind, for as she gets pulled back toward Tiffany, Jules raises a knee and a dipping Mayes runs the crown of her head into the bony joint. Brown eyes glazed, Tiffany staggers away from the impact but not so far or fast that Juliet can't grab a wrist of the blonde and reload. She sends the Church member speeding to the opposite ropes and when Tiffany returns, she pops Mayes into the air above her, skillfully catches Tiffany across her shoulders and lays out, Samoan Dropping the convert into the deck with impressive force.
Sitting up following BLASTING the Queen of Hearts into the canvas, Juliet eyes lock on those of the Malevolent Moralizer. "Some Church," she grins. "The fight Tiffany's putting up, you three are barely even a Sunday school." Rising, the Tempe Temptress turns and claims one more handful of hair. No protestations come from Mayes this time as she's hauled back up to rubbery legs. Releasing her locks, Bloodwind dips underneath Tiffany's nearly limp right arm. Straightening up, the Navajo warrior reaches her arm across the former schoolgirl's chest. "School's out, bytch," Juliet hisses, then starts to throw her weight into full reverse, looking to end the challenger's night with her Bloodhawk Slam.
BLOODHAWK SLAM:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=81ykPJPFWPE
But before Bloodwind can lay out and drive the remaining senses from the blonde, Mayes at least delays the match death blow with a raised knee into the pit of Juliet's breadbasket. Bloodwind folds around the impact and another from Mayes sends the champ's grip from around Tiffany's shoulder. Mayes starts into a backpedal with her paws still attached to Juliet. The duo pick up speed until they're sent spilling over the top rope together, each THUNKING down across the outside of the apron before bouncing to the floor in a pile of torsos and limbs.
The woman are disheveled and dazed, but one gets an assist, Miranda helping her 'sister' up and stuffing her under the bottom rope. "Can you make sure the Queen of Hearts is able to continue?" Wainwright asks sincerely. And the zebra moves to check on Mayes.
While he does Adelaide is quick to pull Juliet to her feet and chickenwing both her arms behind the champion. Miranda lays hands upon Bloodwind's head as if blessing her before drawing back the right hand and sending a knife-edge thrust into the throat of Bloodwind, sending Juliet to her knees, gagging. Wainwright turns and walks away from the penitent Bloodwind, but Adelaide hauls Juliet to her feet, grabs a wrist and aims her at the ring steps down the length of the ring.
Still gasping for breath, Juliet can't apply the brakes, and she is sent hurtling into the steps at top velocity. Bloodwind's back meets the steel with a loud 'CLAAANG!', the steps sent skidding away from the ring as the Tempe Temptress manages a faltering stride and a half before sinking to her knees. Even as Brewster was sending the champion on her way, Miranda Wainright had slipped around the ringpost to the other side of the ring--all the better to draw the referee's attention from Adelaide and Juliet when she asks for an update on Tiffany's wellbeing. And Adelaide tugs Bloodwind up with a handful of hair... before SLAMMING her right fist into the Navajo's bosom, connecting with a dastardly heartpunch! As Juliet eyes roll back ever so slightly, Brewster stuffs the softly moaning Tempe Temptress underneath the bottom rope.
The eyes of Miranda and Adelaide meet understanding the Queen of Hearts, now up to one knee, has a direct path to the Intercontinental Promised Land. A measured but forceful "up" from Miranda's lips helps drive Mayes to her feet and she strides, if unevenly, to Bloodwind. Grabbing the charcoal locks of Juliet, Tiffany pulls a rubbery Bloodwind up. Scooping an arm between Juliet's legs, Mayes lifts the champ off the canvas an onto a shoulder. She carries Juliet the several steps to the nearest corner and starts to tie the Navajo's legs in place over the top rope while tipping her toes in front of the middle, working at placing Juliet in a Tree of Woe, intending to give Juliet a tomahawk chop in a rather sensitive area.
And once the Tempe Temptress' ankles have been crossed underneath the top turnbuckle, there's very little defense to prevent the knife edge that swings down between Bloodwind's upended thighs. Navajo Nation winces in sympathy, more than a few fans crossing their legs as Juliet herself utters an anguished whimper. No, Mayes might not have landed the volume of Juliet's trademark Massacre, but the impact and the effect seem more or less equal. And the champ's travails are only just beginning. Moving into the corner, the Queen of Hearts places her right boot directly atop Bloodwind's kitty, and then uses that foothold to lift herself into the air. While she grips the top rope to provide stability, nearly every ounce of her weight is supported by Juliet's crotch!
Fortunately for the Navajo beauty, the referee is quick to start a five count--but Tiffany Mayes is anything but swift to dismount. Only at four does the blonde lift her foot--only, in doing so, she transfers her weight instead to those hands, holding firm against the rubber coated steel in a white-knuckle grip, both boots hovering in the air. No part of her is in contact with Bloodwind, so the ref is at a momentary loss of what to do... until Mayes' foot AGAIN lands directly between Juliet's legs, one-hundred and twenty-five pounds of Queen of Hearts grinding away.
Satisfied with her demonstration to the heathen, Mayes climbs down at a second 'four' count. The instant rubber meets road, Tiffany is off to the opposite corner. Quickly making a 180, she sprints back at the still trapped Juliet and launches into a dropkick to the already aching crotch of Bloodwind. The impact sends Juliet tumbling out of her Tree and into a tight fetal ball. After a couple nasty boots from the blonde open a crack in the turtled Jules, Tiffany hauls the reeling Navajo to her feet and the rejuvenated Church member 'hups' Juliet onto her shoulders in a fireman's carry. Those that know the moves of the now despicable Queen of Hearts realize the transfer of the IC title maybe academic as Tiffany prepares to launch Juliet off her left shoulder and into her signature It's Academic.
IT’S ACADEMIC:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=tZQnLnOfr8c
There's one ready-made counter to anything that involves a fireman's carry, and that the use of one's elbows. Alas, Juliet's don't even cock before Tiffany sends the Tempe Temptress swinging off her shoulder. Securing a renewed grip around Bloodwind's neck, Mayes lays out, dropping the lovely brunette almost directly on her face. The devastated Intercontinental champion rolls to her side, both hands reaching to clutch the back of her neck--perhaps to make sure her spinal column remains in its proper alignment.
Mayes kneels next to the victim/sacrifice. She places her palms together, joining in a no doubt malicious prayer with her fellow Church members who do the same. Tiffany crawls to the sprawled Juliet and lays her body softly atop the motionless champion, not bothering to hook a leg for the...
ONE...
TWO...
THREENOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!
The lack of a hooked leg doesn't prove to be a problem--neither of Bloodwind's succulent gams make the first move toward kicking out. But Juliet's left arm flies across her chest, lifting her shoulder off the canvas in the process, keeping the Intercontinental strap hers--at least for a few moments longer.
The Queen of Hearts turns a steely gaze toward the official but says nothing. Instead, she grabs the ragdolled Juliet by the wrists and drags her toward her corner, Miranda and Adelaide inhabiting either side of the buckles. With Bloodwind laid out on the canvas, cum Eternal Midnight altar, a few feet from the buckles, Mayes moves to them and up. Standing atop the perch, the blonde raises her arms high. She spins and launches, flipping forward, ready to dispatch the heathen once and for all with the Priestess Plunge.
PRIESTESS PLUNGE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=x7zeG634maM
As the former schoolgirl takes flight, Miranda Wainright steeples her fingers, the head of the Church's expression not portraying the slightest hint of either alarm, trepidation, or even anticipation or jubilation as Mayes' body rotates through the air. Navajo Nation demonstrate those first two qualities in quite vocal ways, the crowd PLEADING with the Tempe Temptress to bring her knees up again--as she had thwarted the blonde's senton--or roll out of the way. But Juliet Bloodwind manages neither, Tiffany’s midriff CRASHING down across hers and sending the Native American's legs kicking high into the air. Not missing a beat, Mayes gathers and hooks both stems, lifting Juliet's rump high toward the rafters as the referee slides into place beside them. Navajo Nation falls silent in resignation...
ONE...
TWO...
THREENOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
The Tempe Temptress kicks loose, spilling into a boneless ball... but had she done so in time? Tiffany casts wide, hopeful eyes in the official's direction... and he shakes his head. "TWO!"
No matter Tiffany's Church affiliation, the blonde runs fingers through her long golden locks in incredulity unable to maintain Miranda's stoic demeanor, yanking the strands. Adelaide is somewhere in between the two extremes. Instead of "tending" to what's left of Juliet, the Queen of Hearts rises and gets in the official's grill, chest bumping him into the Church corner. "You work to break Eternal Midnight, don't you?" the blonde screams.
The man raises his hands. "Get off. Get off me," he stammers. "Or I'll..."
Miranda points to the demolished Intercontinental Champion and Tiffany moves back to the downed Navajo. The blonde tugs Bloodwind to her feet, Juliet barely able to stay there of her own accord. Tiffany pushes Juliet toward the corner, the ref several steps behind. The blonde jogs away from her target, reaching the center of the ring before making a u-turn and racing at the beleaguered champion, planning to leap when in range and drive Jules' head into her shoulder with a Cheshire Trap that was sure to make even Miranda smile.
CHESHIRE TRAP:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=slNLTOmSU1o
And sure enough, the Tempe Temptress' stems CAN'T keep her up, Bloodwind crumpling to her knees and crawling out of Tiffany's path. Until that point, the Queen of Hearts had been shielded from the referee's view by Juliet's unsteady form, and he instinctively takes a step toward the Native American beauty, to make sure she is in any state to continue. But that means he simply takes the place of the Intercontinental champion, the blonde Churchgoer snagging HIM in the Cheshire Trap in her stead. It all happens so quickly, the zebra probably never ever sees Mayes catch him around the throat, swing around and drop to her nearly flawless backside, slamming his face into the mat. The official rockets back onto the balls of his feet, teetering... and finally toppling to his back. Meanwhile, the Tempe Temptress sags forward, dropping so that her bosom rests against the middle rope, the Navajo warrior blissfully unaware of the referee's misfortune.
For her part, Tiffany seems to view the blasted referee in bittersweetness. Juliet remains conscious, a blasphemous negative, but the man had deserved the damage for his heretical actions. Mayes rises and pushes a boot into the zebra's hip. He stirs, but barely. Miranda directs Adelaide to the apron and she complies. Wainright motions her blonde traffic toward Juliet, Tiffany quickly losing interest in the man as he struggles to a seated position, shaking his noggin. Instead, Tiffany collects Juliet from the ropes in a full nelson. She swings the rubbery Bloodwind from side to side, toying with the champ. "Now heathen, you will be consecrated." The Queen of Hearts bullies the limp and lethargic Juliet toward the Queen of Nightmares, preparing for the brunette beauty to make her mark.
Judging by the dead-ahead stare of Juliet's glazed eyes, it seems almost impossible that the brunette would be aware of Brewster's presence before her, the creature of the night beginning to draw in a sharp breathe. But perhaps she can, because a sudden burst of adrenaline allows the Tempe Temptress' arms to flex and break Tiffany's nelson. In the next instant, the beleaguered Navajo beauty spins away from her challenger--and the Queen of Hearts finds her face sprayed with a fine red mist by her fellow Churchgoer. Brewster's eyes grow wide as Mayes stumbles backward, Adelaide's hands moving to cover her traitorous mouth. Acting purely on instinct, Juliet swivels back toward her foe, ducking under Mayes' arm and reaching across the former schoolgirl's chest, preparing a second attempt at the Bloodhawk Slam.
BLOODHAWK SLAM:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=81ykPJPFWPE
The blinded blonde can provide no counter for Juliet's lift and, when the Navajo lays out, Tiffany is faceplanted into the deck with extreme force. The THUMPING impact of the collision sends the demolished Mayes flopping to her back, leaving a modern art masterpiece of her stunned, painted face behind on the canvas. Left spreadeagled and literally redfaced, Tiffany seems oblivious to Juliet crawling to her, the champ dropping her body perpendicular across her chest. A dumbfounded Adelaide seems frozen in place while Miranda assures the wakening ref, who crawls to the pin attempt, "The Queen of Hearts will not be beaten." But as Juliet hooks both legs, cradling the Church member into a tight ball, the man slaps for...
ONE...
TWO...
AND YES...
THREE!!!!!!!
As the bell tolls, an eerie silence hangs over the FAWN Arena, no one--not the FAWNatics, and not least of all Miranda and Adelaide--certain that their senses weren't deceiving them. But if their eyes are lying to them, then so too are their ears. "Ladies and gentlemen," the announcer declares, "your winner, via pinfall... JUUULLLIIIEEETTT BLLLOOOOOODDDWWWIIINNNDDD!!!!!"
THAT serves as Navajo Nation's cue to go apesh!t, the fans raucous as Bloodwind rolls to her back, reclining against the splayed frame of the Queen of Hearts. Her eyes closed, Juliet's chest heaves with each breath as the ref takes her left wrist and raises her arm.
Lurking just beyond the edge of the apron, Adelaide Brewster divided her attention between Juliet and Miranda. Her expression was one of utter fury in regards to the former and the slightest bit uneasy about the latter. After a moment she stepped close to her sister and said, “This is my fault. I’m sorry, Miranda.”<br>
Wainright’s blue eyes only flicked to the brunette for an instant. Then she locked in on Bloodwind again and murmured, “To err is not a sin, my friend. The sin is in letting a mistake go uncorrected.”
The Weeping Angel’s face lit up in a savage grin. “May I?”
Miranda nodded ever so slightly. “I want her suffering writ large, Adelaide.”
That was all Brewster needed. Diving under the bottom rope in a flash, she charged the still recovering referee and blasted the poor dope with an Elbow Smash that sent him to the canvas in a sprawl. Turning to Bloodwind before the zebra even knew what hit him, the Queen of Nightmares bent down and said in a remarkably pleasant voice, “On your feet, lamb. The altar is hungry.”
Juliet’s eyes fluttered and she frowned, that didn’t sound like the ref at-- Adelaide snatched her right wrist in a vise grip and yanked the exhausted Arizonan to her feet so forcefully Bloodwind thought her shoulder might pop out of socket. The joint held up, alas that was about the only positive for Jules as Brewster immediately folded the arm up and back behind her head in a sort of upside down Hammerlock. Free hand already formed into a white knuckled fist, Adelaide drew it back beside her ear, then THWHUMP! she mushroomed the Temptress’s left breast with her second Heart Punch of the evening.
The beleaguered champion shouted in anguish and her knees buckled but Brewster would not let her fall. Rather she used the Wristlock like a ripcord, pulling the limb out straight, then swinging around behind the hapless brunette to draw it under her own chin, a position known quite ominously as the ‘Cut-Throat’.
Pressed in tight against her victim’s back, Adelaide put her lips to Juliet’s right ear and purred, “Sheep will cheer when harlots call, but Midnight comes for one and all.”
“Yuhhh you bytch,” Bloodwind rasped, “I’ll make you pay for ARRRGGHHH STAAAAHHP!”
Brewster wedged her muzzle into the side of the other brunette’s neck and bit down until Juliet shrieked like a child in the grip of a nightmare. Only then did Adelaide dip down, thread her right arm between the champ’s thighs and hoist her onto her shoulders, Torture Rack style. With the proud warrior reduced to so much whimpering meat, the girl in the blood splattered sundress swung in a slow circle, marking all those who could dare to meet her gaze. “LET THIS BE A LESSON TO ANY WHO WOULD DEFY US!” she bellowed. “THAT BELL IS MEANINGLESS, THIS IS ALL THAT MATTERS!”
On ‘matters’ the vicious beauty pushed onto her toes and dropped sharply to the left, thus bringing Juliet THWHUNKING down on the back of her head and neck as the latest victim of Blood & Black Lace. Unconscious as soon as her skull hit the mat, Jules flopped over onto her stomach and didn’t so much as twitch until Brewster shoveled her onto her back with a nudge from one foot.
BLOOD & BLACK LACE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=JkBJwCd4fv8
Planting a foot on either side of her prey’s hips, Adelaide looked not to Miranda, but a wide-eyed FAWN tech. “Bring me the belt.” she told him. “Or what happens next is on you.”
Not about to bear such a burden, the young man took the IC title from the Timekeeper and would’ve hopped onto the apron if Miranda hadn’t intercepted.
“Such a place is not meant for the likes of you, brother. I will deliver the bauble to my sister.” He handed it off with a relieved gulp and backed the hell off while the Malevolent Moralizer climbed into the ring. Strolling over to her friend, she laid it across the brunette’s shoulder and patted the faceplate once. “It looks good there, sister. If you’ll excuse me, I must tend to Tiffany.”
Adelaide savored the weight of that leather and gold for several seconds before she grabbed it in one hand and raised it overhead. The FAWNatics jeered roundly but their disdain turned to surprised horror when the Weeping Angel pursed her lips and ‘pfwooooooshed’ a billowing cloud of red all over the faceplate. Offering them all a crimson smile, she dropped the defiled title across Juliet’s chest and started after her sisters, who’d just slipped under the bottom rope.
Miranda sensed Adelaide’s presence and stopped so the brunette could slip Tiffany’s other arm across her shoulders, which she did at once. “Our noble cause might have been denied a prize tonight,” Wainright said as they resumed their progress up the ramp, “but in this minor defeat we have left a wealth of chaos and fear in our wake. And that is as good a sermon as I could ask for.”
Ordinarily, such a proclamation would result in thunderous cheers from the gathered audience. Instead, tonight the FAWNatics let loose with a torrent of jeers and derision. The mystery is short-lived, however. The source for their discontent was atop the stage in the form of a blonde and a brunette. Miranda Wainright and Adelaide Brewster, two thirds of a faction known far and wide as the Church of Eternal Midnight. Tonight the former wore a black tank-top emblazoned with the phrase ‘A Pillar of Fire By Night’ and a green and black plaid skirt as well as her ever present black hat. As for the latter, she wore a simple white sundress made far more ominous by the presence of a faint red spatter.
Miranda Wainright...
ADELAIDE BREWSTER:
Ignoring the heathens entirely, Miranda raised a microphone to her lips and honed in on the Announcer. “This is indeed a wondrous evening,” she purred. “One that promises glory the likes of which our holiest of causes has not yet known. And it is FAR too special an evening to allow YOU to sully with you inane ramblings.”<br>
Never one to argue with the truly devout, the Announcer stepped back into a corner and kept his mouth shut while Wainright tended to his duties.
“Behold, you poor, lost waywards... Soon to make her appearance is formerly one of your own. But NOW, having FOUND purpose, she stands ready to bring enlightenment to one and all--not least of all the simpering savage who still holds championship gold for a few minutes yet. Hailing from Princeton New Jersey, she stands at five feet four inches tall and weighs in at one hundred and twenty-five pounds. Please rise and witness the rebirth of our sister, the Queen of Hearts, TIFFANY MAYES!”
“HEAVEN KNOWS”:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=U2LdI7rzowk
TIFFANY MAYES:
Her proclamation was followed by jangling bell, which quickly gave way to guitars and drums, the former cutting out a simple riff which the latter strengthened with a staccato stomp. That was perhaps the only tie to the Tiffany Mayes prior to her conversion as the woman who brushed through the curtain in time with the first chorus of ‘Heaven Knows’ proved a far more dangerous individual indeed. Gone was the plaid skirt, the bustier, the shortened tie and even the dark brown locks. It’d all been replaced by a lot of lightly tanned, toned skin, a few swatches of black leather in the form of a bandeau style bikini top and matching bottoms, matte black pads and wrestling shoes and a long tangle of golden blonde hair almost identical to that of the Malevolent Moralizer.
Framed by her dark sisters, Mayes didn’t so much as blink until Wainright leaned in to whisper something in her ear. Then she licked her lips and made her way down the aisle with an almost serpentine swagger in her step. While the ’heathen’ Tiffany Mayes would’ve wasted time and energy interacting with everyone on the aisle, this new and improved version ignored them all, save for those dumb enough to reach for her. Those she swatted away without hesitation, as their heretical touch was far too much for her to endure.
Springing from the floor to the apron with feline grace, Tiffany hopped over the strands with Adelaide and Miranda a few steps behind. Taking point in their unholy triad, Tiffany spread her arms wide, dropped to her knees and raised her face to the rafters. After a moment she opened her eyes and looked toward the aisle. “Come to me, so-called noble savage,” she whispered. “Show me your face and I will show you the cool, sweet mercy of Eternal Midnight.”
As Wainright and Brewster make their exit from the ring to the floor, the announcer--now judging it safe to speak again--steps back toward center ring. “And her opponent, the Intercontinental champion...”
Navajo Nation launches to its feet with a roar
“Hailing from Tempe, AZ… she stands five feet six inches tall and weighs in this evening at one hundred and twenty-five pounds… She is the one and only Tempe Temptress… JUUULLLIIIEEETTT BLLLOOOOOODDDWWWIIINNNDDD!!!!!!”
Juliet Bloodwind
“KILLING IN THE NAME OF”:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=vAaLeJ53umE
To the accompanying sonic assault of Rage Against the Machine's "Killing in the Name ", Juliet Bloodwind, emerges atop the ramp. The crowd erupts into a supportive roar, happy to see the Tempe Temptress back in action once more. And that roar grows only louder as Navajo Nation recognizes the change in Juliet’s garb:
Namely, that tonight, just as she had done against Kylie Sanders, the Tempe Temptress actually sports the *Nubile Navajo’s* garb!
The elder Bloodwind stands clad in a faux deerskin halter, the shoulder straps eventually becoming two thin strings that crisscross her otherwise bare back. She also wears matching bikini bottoms, augmented by for lack of a better term a "half loin cloth" that descends to mid-thigh in the front, and that fails to obscure the view of her derriere in the back--Juliet’s rear view not particularly overshadowed by the woman who normally wore this gear. Ugg boots molded to resemble moccasins adorn her feet, and the Intercontinental title replaces Nyssa’s Lightweight strap to complete the ensemble.
The Tempe Temptress exudes a flirtatious confidence as she struts down the steel toward the ring. The pigtailed Juliet slaps hands with the fans sitting along the ramp, Bloodwind arches a wry eyebrow at this sight of one sign: “JULIET’S THE ONLY RELIGION I NEED. TONIGHT, SHE’LL BE THE LAST TEMPTATION OF TIFFANY!” Another fan waves a sign that had almost become a fixture, reading: "CONSIDER ME TEMPTED, TEMPE TEMPTRESS!"
And for the sentiment, as always, he is rewarded with a hug and a quick peck on the cheek. Bloodwind makes a complete circuit around the ring, continuing to press the flesh with the assembled fans. Her lap completed, Juliet moves quickly toward the ring, gracefully hopping onto the apron. With her back to the ropes, Juliet casts a quick glance over her shoulder at the official and the announcer before draping her arms over the top rope. The nubile Native American gives a suggestive wiggle of her hips before leaning backward, flipping herself over the top rope and landing on her feet inside the ring, Navajo Nation roaring its approval while Bloodwind hands her strap to the official, then moves to limber up in her corner.
The golden-maned Mayes reaches through the ropes toward her fellow Churchgoers. Miranda hands her a chalice, Adelaide a microphone. Tiffany brings both with her back into the squared circle. She motions Juliet forward to join her in the middle of the Church’s altar. "Bow before me savage, and I will baptize you into Eternal Midnight." Tiffany tips the golden cup slightly and a vile black stew drips out leaving a growing spot on the canvas. "I shall consecrate you." Her voice grows loud. "Bow...savage. And I do mean now!"
The reigning and defending Intercontinental champion regards her opponent with an expression that's equal parts anger and sheer bewilderment. But one ringside fan manages to give a perfect voice to the Tempe Temptress' thoughts, chiming out a simple, "Cuckoo! Cuckoo!"
Juliet turns her head just enough to flash him a small smile, but not so much that Tiffany disappears from her field of vision. "Ain't that the truth," she agrees, before turning back fully to the blond across from her. "There's only one way I'm bowing to you, Tiff," Bloodwind snarls. "And that's if those two bytches down there get in this ring and give you a hand. Cause you on your own? You don't have what it takes to take this belt off me. Now... you wanna carry on this nativity scene? Or do you wanna get your ass-kicking over and done with?"
"Your funeral," Tiffany assures. The blonde moves to her corner and hands the microphone to a FAWN flunky. Mayes starts to return the goop to Miranda, but when she hears Bloodwind's footfalls approaching, she pulls it back in to toss at the face of the champion. Thankfully for the supporters of the Tempe Temptress, Juliet dropkicks the brew away, the mixture spilling at the feet of Wainright.
"Unholy wench," Tiffany screeches, looking at the mess then at a rising Juliet. Mayes swings a clothesline at Bloodwind's throat, hoping to baptize Juliet in a different way.
But Bloodwind proves as quick on her feet as she is leaving them, ducking under the would-be scythe. The former schoolgirl recovers quickly, turning toward her foe... but not quickly enough. The Tempe Temptress meets the Queen of Hearts by blasting a forearm shiver into her chest, followed by a second... and a third. The punishing blows drive Mayes on a backpedal back toward the center of the ring, and the Intercontinental champion stays in quick pursuit. Dipping slightly as she joins the blonde mid-ring, Bloodwind starts to slip an arm through Tiffany's legs, looking to scoop her up for a swinging backbreaker.
SWINGING BACKBREAKER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=c4eIduRFSrg
Mayes starts to go up for what initially looks like a scoop slam, but Juliet halts with the blonde cargo halfway. With Mayes strapped across the Native American's chest, Juliet flips her off one shoulder, sending Tiffany spinning and plummeting across bended knee. Mayes’ spine SMASHES against the balled joint, the blonde howling in pain that only grows when Bloodwind presses down on either side, sending Mayes into an even deeper, agonizing arch. "Ask her," Juliet demands and Miranda answers for her fellow member of Eternal Midnight's flock.
"She does not submit."
"Well, OF COURSE she doesn't!" Juliet observes, continue to mash a palm underneath Tiffany's jaw and a forearm down across her thighs. "She only does what YOU want her to do now, right?" The Navajo warrior tilts her head down toward the mewling, writhing captive strapped to her knee. "And to think, one day you were a real girl..."
Bloodwind sends Mayes spilling to the mat with a shove before rising. Stooping to gather a handful of hair, the Tempe Temptress quickly brings the Queen of Hearts back to her feet and wraps her left arm around Tiffany's neck. Taking a handful of black leather at the blonde's hip, Juliet starts to muscle her foe into the air, hoping to execute a gourdbuster.
GOURDBUSTER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=DJDX1rbwZyQ
But when Mayes heads up, she adds a little more impetus into her leap than Bloodwind is expecting. Tiffany flips through the lift, ending on her feet behind the startled Juliet. Both spin toward the other, trying to be the first to strike. But while the Queen of Hearts is just as quick, the champ has an arm raised high when she faces off and Juliet brings the knife edge sweeping down into a tomahawk chop right between the eyes of Miranda's altar girl. The blow sends Tiffany rocketing to the canvas as if shot, her shoulders and the back of her head THUMPING to the thinly-covered plywood as her tanned legs fly out in front of her.
Those exquisite stems remain airborne when Tiffany's back hits the canvas--and Juliet Bloodwind is quick to take advantage. Grabbing both ankles, the Tempe Temptress rolls Mayes over to her stomach before dropping to her knees, taking the former schoolgirl's ankles with her. Bloodwind deftly stuffs the blonde's right ankle into the pit of her left knee before scooting forward, using her weight against Tiffany's shin to fold the leg and lock that boot in place. The Native American beauty then leans forward as she goes about getting the cross-legged STF cinched in properly.
CROSS-LEGGED STF:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=ykYvke-AmNg
Her legs being trapped seems to run a reviving electric current through Mayes and she tries to dig her nails into the canvas to pull her way toward the ropes. But her legs are tied and Bloodwind's weight has her stuck in adobe. Things only go from bad to worse when Juliet slips her body under Mayes' right side and pulls back, stretching the blonde's spine before the crossface puts an agonizing bow on the submission. The champ gets to blonde taffy-pulling, drawing pained yelps from the true believer, but, at least for the moment, no surrender.
"She does not submit," Miranda notes matter-of-factly, not waiting for the ref to ask this time. But ask he does nonetheless. Tiffany's 'nuh uh' and weak shake of her head is not as adamant, but it's still in the negatory.
And Tiffany's fingers finding the bottom rope, after a couple of empty swipes--and with a helpful push of the cable from the Malevolent Moralizer, which neither Juliet nor the official apparently spots--are enough to force the referee to call for a break. Bloodwind seems reluctant, but by the count of TWO, she still disengages. Dragging Mayes up with a yank of her hair, the Tempe Temptress leads her challenger into the nearest empty corner, stuffing her in before unloading with an knife edge chop to the chest. Fortunately for Mayes bosom, this is no start of a Massacre. Instead, Juliet leans in, taking the blonde's wrist and setting her feet. She then attempts to launch Mayes toward the opposite corner with a mighty Irish whip, hoping the impact would drop the Queen of Hearts flat on her ass--and in perfect position for a Panic Attack.
PANIC ATTACK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=71snnULKf4g
But instead, before the blonde is launched on her way, Tiffany reverses the whip sending Bloodwind for the ride. Juliet turns into the buckles and CRASHES into the corner. The Tempe Temptress keeps her feet beneath her, but she stumbles drunkenly toward the doubled, oxygen-sucking Church member. Mayes accepts the champion/stumblebum into a side headlock then shows what Juliet could never have a prayer of doing when Tiffany rotates through her Tiger Spin.
TIGER SPIN:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=YpcNb3t9U54
The Queen of Hearts quickly becomes a black, tanned and blonde whirl of motions, so much so that the Tempe Temptress very likely has little idea what hit her. The FAWNatics aren't particularly the wiser, though a clubbing forearm to the back of Bloodwind's noggin and a leg trip don't escape their notice. That last portion sends Juliet spilling the the mat, the Native American warrior falling so swiftly that she can't properly get her hands down enough to absorb them impact. Instead, she eats a face and chestful of canvas, the crowd groaning in sympathy as the wincing brunette brings a hand up to examine her jaw.
Mayes grabs the champ's left leg and spins Juliet to her back. With the limb still in her possession, the Church member, spins around the raised leg and drops into a scissors of her foe's stem. With the ankle in her tight two-hand grip, Tiffany wrenches and tugs, trying to take the wheel away from Bloodwind as much or more than forcing the Native American beauty to quit.
LEGBAR:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=137H0cqnDTE
As Tiffany's back touches down to the mat, Juliet momentarily sits semi-upright, HOWLING in agony as her knee immediately explodes in pain. Sitting, even partially, proves to be an additional strain on those ligaments and tendons, however, so the Tempe Temptress likewise slumps to her back, both hands flying to and tugging at her pigtails. From the floor, Miranda is quick to speak for the Intercontinental champion, declaring, "The heathen submits."
But Bloodwind pulls her left hand free of her locks, wagging a finger in the official's direction. "The hell I doooooOOOAAAGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!" The champ's defiance is brought to a shrieking end by a well-timed twist of her ankle, forcing the Navajo beauty to bite her bottom lip. But as that lips slides free of her pearlies, Juliet rolls to her right hip, balling her left fist and swinging for Mayes. Unfortunately, the Tempe Temptress doesn't quite have the reach--especially not when the former schoolgirl leeeeans back, savagely tugging at Bloodwind's right ankle while pushing off her left knee. The dual sources of torment send Bloodwind toppling to her back again, and with her shoulders flat, the referee slaps off the...
ONE...
TWO...
But Juliet rocks to her hip again. Only this time, instead of taking a swipe at the Queen of Hearts, the Tempe Temptress' left hand strains to find the bottom rope.
And the champion finds the rubber-coated steel, wrapping a palm around the bottom strand. Juliet yelps for her release only to be roundly ignored by the recently minted blonde. Finally, with the official's coaxing, Tiffany releases and climbs to her feet. Quickly impatient, she boots the left knee of a rising Bloodwind. The throbbing pain is enough for Juliet to loose her grip on the ropes and Mayes quickly tugs her toward the center. She roughly yanks Juliet into a front facelock, the blonde starting to spin the raven-haired titleholder's noggin in her grip, ready to ask Bloodwind Mayes I Have Another?
MAYES I HAVE ANOTHER?:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=aW_jZE9HGeM
Navajo Nation is ready to watch as Juliet mounts a counter. Unfortunately, the Tempe Temptress herself has too much of a hitch in her gitalong following the legbar to worry about much more than maintaining her balance. As a result, Juliet easily her her neck rolled up onto Tiffany's shoulder when the Queen of Hearts dips and pivots--and then has her neck SLAMMED down atop that very same shoulder when Mayes violently drops to one knee.
Bloodwind's legs are visibly quaking as her opponent springs back to her feet, the Native American's neck still firmly in the blonde's possession--only now trapped underneath the opposite arm. Tiffany kicks out her shapely stems and falls back, SPIKING the crown of the Tempe Temptress' skull into the mat with a brutal DDT that sends the reigning champ flopping to her back in a splayed starfish. Mayes promptly drapes herself across the Navajo's chest, not bothering to hook a leg as the ref counts...
ONE...
TWO...
THRNOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Juliet gets a shoulder up.
Tiffany sits and stares at the striped shirt. "Infidel," Mayes grunts, furious at the slow count. She takes it out on Bloodwind with a swiping slap to a cheek. Mayes enjoys the feeling so much she rises to a kneel to lay a full backhand chop to the chest that echoes through the arena. With a guilty grin, Mayes hops to her feet above the wincing Jules and heads for the far ropes. Rebounding at full speed, the former fan favorite somersaults across the canvas, popping out of the maneuver to leap high into the air, flipping above the splayed Bloodwind, ready to land across Juliet's golden midriff with a breath-stealing senton.
SENTON @00:30:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=egns00pIpGA
Only instead of an expanse of tummy, the surface Tiffany's back lands against is a decidedly more bumpy one--namely, Juliet Bloodwind's tucked in knees. The former schoolgirl bounces away from the impact, rolling to her stomach and reaching a hand behind toward the base of her spine. But while the Tempe Temptress might have escaped disaster, the Native American warrior hardly emerges unscathed--not with the work Tiffany had done to her knees a few minutes ago. Still, Juliet ignores the ache as best she can as she uses the ropes to pull herself up. By the time she reaches her feet, the Queen of Hearts is beginning to rise as well--so Bloodwind quickly slips through the ropes. From the apron, the Tempe Temptress rocks back, preparing to launch herself onto the top rope as Tiffany turns around and catch her with a springboard clothesline.
SPRINGBOARD CLOTHESLINE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=gtDsx5m2WRo
The sleek lines of Adelaide Brewster move quickly around the corner and she reaches for Bloodwind's ankles as Juliet rises toward her springboard. But the champion proves too quick to be upended by interference from the Church choir on this occasion. Juliet springs into action, getting froggy off the top rope and perfectly times a leap toward the risen blonde. Bloodwind THUMPS her right arm across the clavicle of Mayes and Tiffany is ripped off her feet, planted on head and shoulders with enough force, Mayes nearly gets to a full on headstand before plopping back to horizontal.
Some FAWNatics preparing to count the Tempe Temptress toward three and toward victory... but Bloodwind herself doesn't appear interested in going for the cover at this stage. Instead, she hairhauls the dazed blonde off the deck and drags her into the near corner. "Y'know," Juliet mutters, "you and the other two skanks were a LOT more intimidating when you were wearing the masks."
Keeping her grip on Mayes' locks tight, the Navajo beauty smashes TIffany's face into the top turnbuckle. "That one's for Nyssa."
Drawing back the Queen of Hearts' noggin, Juliet delivers a second turnbuckle smash.
"That's ANOTHER one for Nyssa, since she can't be here to get any payback for herself."
She then delivers a THIRD blasting turnbuckle shot.
"And that one's for me."
Spinning Tiffany around, the Tempe Temptress shoves Mayes back against the buckles before taking a step to the side. When she draws back her choppin' hand, Navajo Nation leaps to its feet, ready to behold a Knife Edge Massacre.
KNIFE EDGE MASSACRE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=8doUJsDnGL8
Bloodwind lets lose with a torrent of backhand chops that sets a blazing red streak growing across Tiffany's chest. The sting of each in succession sends Mayes into a humorous march in place, her legs pumping in time with each wicked chop from the Navajo. Finally, Bloodwind takes a break to cool her hand but a scream from the Native American starts another round of backhands that sends the True Believer into another fit of spasms. The crowd roars when the deluge finally slows to a stop, a wilting Tiffany leaning deep into the corner, rag doll saggy.
Juliet slips her right hand behind Tiffany's drooping melon, her fingers coiling around a number of flaxen tresses. But as she pulls a stagging one-time schoolgirl out of the corner, the Tempe Temptress addresses the head of the Church rather than this particular altargirl. "Pretty telling, passing up a title shot yourself and sending one of your puppets to take a beating. Guess it'll be Morticia's turn next month, huh?"
Still keeping her grip on Mayes' hair, Bloodwind shifts so that she has the Queen of Hearts in a three-quarter facelock. In almost the same instant, Bloodwind reverses course, charging back toward the corner with Tiffany in tow, intending to deliver the Bloodhawk Plunge.
BLOODHAWK PLUNGE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=gMuGREYMsVs
Juliet travels up the corner using the blonde as her base. Stair-stepping to the top, the Navajo pushes away from the uppermost buckle and rips Mayes through a violent u-turn away from the corner and her fellow Church members. Bloodwind rides the wave toward the center of the ring THUMPING the braincase of Tiffany into the thinly-sheathed plywood. While Jules lands on her well-padded caboose, a demolished Mayes rolls absently to her back from the force of the impact, lying in a starfish, as if a sacrifice to Eternal Midnight's cause. Juliet scrambles to scoop up a limp leg and drape her body atop Mayes in a lateral press for...
ONE...
TWO...
THRNOOO!
Tiffany lifts a shoulder up by the scantiest of margins, Miranda remaining calm through the VERY nearfall.
Bloodwind looks up to the official, and lifts three fingers. But he shakes his head. "Sorry, Jules. Just a two."
"Don't tell me I'm gonna need a f*ckin' stake," the Tempe Temptress sighs, then pushes up to her feet.
Reaching down, Bloodwind starts to pull Mayes up by her mane, the Queen of Hearts muttering a weak, "Leggggooo... my hair..."
Juliet rolls her eyes. "Honey, are you in the WRONG line of work..." Pushing the blonde straight and back into the ropes, the champion bodies in against her, taking Tiffany by the wrist. Setting her feet, the Tempe Temptress starts to send Mayes for a ride, planning to follow her out to mid-ring, catch her, and toss her up onto her shoulders.
POP-UP SAMOAN DROP:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=OHt4woO9yig
But as Mayes seems on her way, the blonde bears down and reverses the whip, only to hang onto her grip and yank Bloodwind back toward her, planning to drop a shoulder and spear the Native American grappler. Alas, Juliet has a different hymn in mind, for as she gets pulled back toward Tiffany, Jules raises a knee and a dipping Mayes runs the crown of her head into the bony joint. Brown eyes glazed, Tiffany staggers away from the impact but not so far or fast that Juliet can't grab a wrist of the blonde and reload. She sends the Church member speeding to the opposite ropes and when Tiffany returns, she pops Mayes into the air above her, skillfully catches Tiffany across her shoulders and lays out, Samoan Dropping the convert into the deck with impressive force.
Sitting up following BLASTING the Queen of Hearts into the canvas, Juliet eyes lock on those of the Malevolent Moralizer. "Some Church," she grins. "The fight Tiffany's putting up, you three are barely even a Sunday school." Rising, the Tempe Temptress turns and claims one more handful of hair. No protestations come from Mayes this time as she's hauled back up to rubbery legs. Releasing her locks, Bloodwind dips underneath Tiffany's nearly limp right arm. Straightening up, the Navajo warrior reaches her arm across the former schoolgirl's chest. "School's out, bytch," Juliet hisses, then starts to throw her weight into full reverse, looking to end the challenger's night with her Bloodhawk Slam.
BLOODHAWK SLAM:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=81ykPJPFWPE
But before Bloodwind can lay out and drive the remaining senses from the blonde, Mayes at least delays the match death blow with a raised knee into the pit of Juliet's breadbasket. Bloodwind folds around the impact and another from Mayes sends the champ's grip from around Tiffany's shoulder. Mayes starts into a backpedal with her paws still attached to Juliet. The duo pick up speed until they're sent spilling over the top rope together, each THUNKING down across the outside of the apron before bouncing to the floor in a pile of torsos and limbs.
The woman are disheveled and dazed, but one gets an assist, Miranda helping her 'sister' up and stuffing her under the bottom rope. "Can you make sure the Queen of Hearts is able to continue?" Wainwright asks sincerely. And the zebra moves to check on Mayes.
While he does Adelaide is quick to pull Juliet to her feet and chickenwing both her arms behind the champion. Miranda lays hands upon Bloodwind's head as if blessing her before drawing back the right hand and sending a knife-edge thrust into the throat of Bloodwind, sending Juliet to her knees, gagging. Wainwright turns and walks away from the penitent Bloodwind, but Adelaide hauls Juliet to her feet, grabs a wrist and aims her at the ring steps down the length of the ring.
Still gasping for breath, Juliet can't apply the brakes, and she is sent hurtling into the steps at top velocity. Bloodwind's back meets the steel with a loud 'CLAAANG!', the steps sent skidding away from the ring as the Tempe Temptress manages a faltering stride and a half before sinking to her knees. Even as Brewster was sending the champion on her way, Miranda Wainright had slipped around the ringpost to the other side of the ring--all the better to draw the referee's attention from Adelaide and Juliet when she asks for an update on Tiffany's wellbeing. And Adelaide tugs Bloodwind up with a handful of hair... before SLAMMING her right fist into the Navajo's bosom, connecting with a dastardly heartpunch! As Juliet eyes roll back ever so slightly, Brewster stuffs the softly moaning Tempe Temptress underneath the bottom rope.
The eyes of Miranda and Adelaide meet understanding the Queen of Hearts, now up to one knee, has a direct path to the Intercontinental Promised Land. A measured but forceful "up" from Miranda's lips helps drive Mayes to her feet and she strides, if unevenly, to Bloodwind. Grabbing the charcoal locks of Juliet, Tiffany pulls a rubbery Bloodwind up. Scooping an arm between Juliet's legs, Mayes lifts the champ off the canvas an onto a shoulder. She carries Juliet the several steps to the nearest corner and starts to tie the Navajo's legs in place over the top rope while tipping her toes in front of the middle, working at placing Juliet in a Tree of Woe, intending to give Juliet a tomahawk chop in a rather sensitive area.
And once the Tempe Temptress' ankles have been crossed underneath the top turnbuckle, there's very little defense to prevent the knife edge that swings down between Bloodwind's upended thighs. Navajo Nation winces in sympathy, more than a few fans crossing their legs as Juliet herself utters an anguished whimper. No, Mayes might not have landed the volume of Juliet's trademark Massacre, but the impact and the effect seem more or less equal. And the champ's travails are only just beginning. Moving into the corner, the Queen of Hearts places her right boot directly atop Bloodwind's kitty, and then uses that foothold to lift herself into the air. While she grips the top rope to provide stability, nearly every ounce of her weight is supported by Juliet's crotch!
Fortunately for the Navajo beauty, the referee is quick to start a five count--but Tiffany Mayes is anything but swift to dismount. Only at four does the blonde lift her foot--only, in doing so, she transfers her weight instead to those hands, holding firm against the rubber coated steel in a white-knuckle grip, both boots hovering in the air. No part of her is in contact with Bloodwind, so the ref is at a momentary loss of what to do... until Mayes' foot AGAIN lands directly between Juliet's legs, one-hundred and twenty-five pounds of Queen of Hearts grinding away.
Satisfied with her demonstration to the heathen, Mayes climbs down at a second 'four' count. The instant rubber meets road, Tiffany is off to the opposite corner. Quickly making a 180, she sprints back at the still trapped Juliet and launches into a dropkick to the already aching crotch of Bloodwind. The impact sends Juliet tumbling out of her Tree and into a tight fetal ball. After a couple nasty boots from the blonde open a crack in the turtled Jules, Tiffany hauls the reeling Navajo to her feet and the rejuvenated Church member 'hups' Juliet onto her shoulders in a fireman's carry. Those that know the moves of the now despicable Queen of Hearts realize the transfer of the IC title maybe academic as Tiffany prepares to launch Juliet off her left shoulder and into her signature It's Academic.
IT’S ACADEMIC:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=tZQnLnOfr8c
There's one ready-made counter to anything that involves a fireman's carry, and that the use of one's elbows. Alas, Juliet's don't even cock before Tiffany sends the Tempe Temptress swinging off her shoulder. Securing a renewed grip around Bloodwind's neck, Mayes lays out, dropping the lovely brunette almost directly on her face. The devastated Intercontinental champion rolls to her side, both hands reaching to clutch the back of her neck--perhaps to make sure her spinal column remains in its proper alignment.
Mayes kneels next to the victim/sacrifice. She places her palms together, joining in a no doubt malicious prayer with her fellow Church members who do the same. Tiffany crawls to the sprawled Juliet and lays her body softly atop the motionless champion, not bothering to hook a leg for the...
ONE...
TWO...
THREENOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!
The lack of a hooked leg doesn't prove to be a problem--neither of Bloodwind's succulent gams make the first move toward kicking out. But Juliet's left arm flies across her chest, lifting her shoulder off the canvas in the process, keeping the Intercontinental strap hers--at least for a few moments longer.
The Queen of Hearts turns a steely gaze toward the official but says nothing. Instead, she grabs the ragdolled Juliet by the wrists and drags her toward her corner, Miranda and Adelaide inhabiting either side of the buckles. With Bloodwind laid out on the canvas, cum Eternal Midnight altar, a few feet from the buckles, Mayes moves to them and up. Standing atop the perch, the blonde raises her arms high. She spins and launches, flipping forward, ready to dispatch the heathen once and for all with the Priestess Plunge.
PRIESTESS PLUNGE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=x7zeG634maM
As the former schoolgirl takes flight, Miranda Wainright steeples her fingers, the head of the Church's expression not portraying the slightest hint of either alarm, trepidation, or even anticipation or jubilation as Mayes' body rotates through the air. Navajo Nation demonstrate those first two qualities in quite vocal ways, the crowd PLEADING with the Tempe Temptress to bring her knees up again--as she had thwarted the blonde's senton--or roll out of the way. But Juliet Bloodwind manages neither, Tiffany’s midriff CRASHING down across hers and sending the Native American's legs kicking high into the air. Not missing a beat, Mayes gathers and hooks both stems, lifting Juliet's rump high toward the rafters as the referee slides into place beside them. Navajo Nation falls silent in resignation...
ONE...
TWO...
THREENOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
The Tempe Temptress kicks loose, spilling into a boneless ball... but had she done so in time? Tiffany casts wide, hopeful eyes in the official's direction... and he shakes his head. "TWO!"
No matter Tiffany's Church affiliation, the blonde runs fingers through her long golden locks in incredulity unable to maintain Miranda's stoic demeanor, yanking the strands. Adelaide is somewhere in between the two extremes. Instead of "tending" to what's left of Juliet, the Queen of Hearts rises and gets in the official's grill, chest bumping him into the Church corner. "You work to break Eternal Midnight, don't you?" the blonde screams.
The man raises his hands. "Get off. Get off me," he stammers. "Or I'll..."
Miranda points to the demolished Intercontinental Champion and Tiffany moves back to the downed Navajo. The blonde tugs Bloodwind to her feet, Juliet barely able to stay there of her own accord. Tiffany pushes Juliet toward the corner, the ref several steps behind. The blonde jogs away from her target, reaching the center of the ring before making a u-turn and racing at the beleaguered champion, planning to leap when in range and drive Jules' head into her shoulder with a Cheshire Trap that was sure to make even Miranda smile.
CHESHIRE TRAP:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=slNLTOmSU1o
And sure enough, the Tempe Temptress' stems CAN'T keep her up, Bloodwind crumpling to her knees and crawling out of Tiffany's path. Until that point, the Queen of Hearts had been shielded from the referee's view by Juliet's unsteady form, and he instinctively takes a step toward the Native American beauty, to make sure she is in any state to continue. But that means he simply takes the place of the Intercontinental champion, the blonde Churchgoer snagging HIM in the Cheshire Trap in her stead. It all happens so quickly, the zebra probably never ever sees Mayes catch him around the throat, swing around and drop to her nearly flawless backside, slamming his face into the mat. The official rockets back onto the balls of his feet, teetering... and finally toppling to his back. Meanwhile, the Tempe Temptress sags forward, dropping so that her bosom rests against the middle rope, the Navajo warrior blissfully unaware of the referee's misfortune.
For her part, Tiffany seems to view the blasted referee in bittersweetness. Juliet remains conscious, a blasphemous negative, but the man had deserved the damage for his heretical actions. Mayes rises and pushes a boot into the zebra's hip. He stirs, but barely. Miranda directs Adelaide to the apron and she complies. Wainright motions her blonde traffic toward Juliet, Tiffany quickly losing interest in the man as he struggles to a seated position, shaking his noggin. Instead, Tiffany collects Juliet from the ropes in a full nelson. She swings the rubbery Bloodwind from side to side, toying with the champ. "Now heathen, you will be consecrated." The Queen of Hearts bullies the limp and lethargic Juliet toward the Queen of Nightmares, preparing for the brunette beauty to make her mark.
Judging by the dead-ahead stare of Juliet's glazed eyes, it seems almost impossible that the brunette would be aware of Brewster's presence before her, the creature of the night beginning to draw in a sharp breathe. But perhaps she can, because a sudden burst of adrenaline allows the Tempe Temptress' arms to flex and break Tiffany's nelson. In the next instant, the beleaguered Navajo beauty spins away from her challenger--and the Queen of Hearts finds her face sprayed with a fine red mist by her fellow Churchgoer. Brewster's eyes grow wide as Mayes stumbles backward, Adelaide's hands moving to cover her traitorous mouth. Acting purely on instinct, Juliet swivels back toward her foe, ducking under Mayes' arm and reaching across the former schoolgirl's chest, preparing a second attempt at the Bloodhawk Slam.
BLOODHAWK SLAM:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=81ykPJPFWPE
The blinded blonde can provide no counter for Juliet's lift and, when the Navajo lays out, Tiffany is faceplanted into the deck with extreme force. The THUMPING impact of the collision sends the demolished Mayes flopping to her back, leaving a modern art masterpiece of her stunned, painted face behind on the canvas. Left spreadeagled and literally redfaced, Tiffany seems oblivious to Juliet crawling to her, the champ dropping her body perpendicular across her chest. A dumbfounded Adelaide seems frozen in place while Miranda assures the wakening ref, who crawls to the pin attempt, "The Queen of Hearts will not be beaten." But as Juliet hooks both legs, cradling the Church member into a tight ball, the man slaps for...
ONE...
TWO...
AND YES...
THREE!!!!!!!
As the bell tolls, an eerie silence hangs over the FAWN Arena, no one--not the FAWNatics, and not least of all Miranda and Adelaide--certain that their senses weren't deceiving them. But if their eyes are lying to them, then so too are their ears. "Ladies and gentlemen," the announcer declares, "your winner, via pinfall... JUUULLLIIIEEETTT BLLLOOOOOODDDWWWIIINNNDDD!!!!!"
THAT serves as Navajo Nation's cue to go apesh!t, the fans raucous as Bloodwind rolls to her back, reclining against the splayed frame of the Queen of Hearts. Her eyes closed, Juliet's chest heaves with each breath as the ref takes her left wrist and raises her arm.
Lurking just beyond the edge of the apron, Adelaide Brewster divided her attention between Juliet and Miranda. Her expression was one of utter fury in regards to the former and the slightest bit uneasy about the latter. After a moment she stepped close to her sister and said, “This is my fault. I’m sorry, Miranda.”<br>
Wainright’s blue eyes only flicked to the brunette for an instant. Then she locked in on Bloodwind again and murmured, “To err is not a sin, my friend. The sin is in letting a mistake go uncorrected.”
The Weeping Angel’s face lit up in a savage grin. “May I?”
Miranda nodded ever so slightly. “I want her suffering writ large, Adelaide.”
That was all Brewster needed. Diving under the bottom rope in a flash, she charged the still recovering referee and blasted the poor dope with an Elbow Smash that sent him to the canvas in a sprawl. Turning to Bloodwind before the zebra even knew what hit him, the Queen of Nightmares bent down and said in a remarkably pleasant voice, “On your feet, lamb. The altar is hungry.”
Juliet’s eyes fluttered and she frowned, that didn’t sound like the ref at-- Adelaide snatched her right wrist in a vise grip and yanked the exhausted Arizonan to her feet so forcefully Bloodwind thought her shoulder might pop out of socket. The joint held up, alas that was about the only positive for Jules as Brewster immediately folded the arm up and back behind her head in a sort of upside down Hammerlock. Free hand already formed into a white knuckled fist, Adelaide drew it back beside her ear, then THWHUMP! she mushroomed the Temptress’s left breast with her second Heart Punch of the evening.
The beleaguered champion shouted in anguish and her knees buckled but Brewster would not let her fall. Rather she used the Wristlock like a ripcord, pulling the limb out straight, then swinging around behind the hapless brunette to draw it under her own chin, a position known quite ominously as the ‘Cut-Throat’.
Pressed in tight against her victim’s back, Adelaide put her lips to Juliet’s right ear and purred, “Sheep will cheer when harlots call, but Midnight comes for one and all.”
“Yuhhh you bytch,” Bloodwind rasped, “I’ll make you pay for ARRRGGHHH STAAAAHHP!”
Brewster wedged her muzzle into the side of the other brunette’s neck and bit down until Juliet shrieked like a child in the grip of a nightmare. Only then did Adelaide dip down, thread her right arm between the champ’s thighs and hoist her onto her shoulders, Torture Rack style. With the proud warrior reduced to so much whimpering meat, the girl in the blood splattered sundress swung in a slow circle, marking all those who could dare to meet her gaze. “LET THIS BE A LESSON TO ANY WHO WOULD DEFY US!” she bellowed. “THAT BELL IS MEANINGLESS, THIS IS ALL THAT MATTERS!”
On ‘matters’ the vicious beauty pushed onto her toes and dropped sharply to the left, thus bringing Juliet THWHUNKING down on the back of her head and neck as the latest victim of Blood & Black Lace. Unconscious as soon as her skull hit the mat, Jules flopped over onto her stomach and didn’t so much as twitch until Brewster shoveled her onto her back with a nudge from one foot.
BLOOD & BLACK LACE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=JkBJwCd4fv8
Planting a foot on either side of her prey’s hips, Adelaide looked not to Miranda, but a wide-eyed FAWN tech. “Bring me the belt.” she told him. “Or what happens next is on you.”
Not about to bear such a burden, the young man took the IC title from the Timekeeper and would’ve hopped onto the apron if Miranda hadn’t intercepted.
“Such a place is not meant for the likes of you, brother. I will deliver the bauble to my sister.” He handed it off with a relieved gulp and backed the hell off while the Malevolent Moralizer climbed into the ring. Strolling over to her friend, she laid it across the brunette’s shoulder and patted the faceplate once. “It looks good there, sister. If you’ll excuse me, I must tend to Tiffany.”
Adelaide savored the weight of that leather and gold for several seconds before she grabbed it in one hand and raised it overhead. The FAWNatics jeered roundly but their disdain turned to surprised horror when the Weeping Angel pursed her lips and ‘pfwooooooshed’ a billowing cloud of red all over the faceplate. Offering them all a crimson smile, she dropped the defiled title across Juliet’s chest and started after her sisters, who’d just slipped under the bottom rope.
Miranda sensed Adelaide’s presence and stopped so the brunette could slip Tiffany’s other arm across her shoulders, which she did at once. “Our noble cause might have been denied a prize tonight,” Wainright said as they resumed their progress up the ramp, “but in this minor defeat we have left a wealth of chaos and fear in our wake. And that is as good a sermon as I could ask for.”