Post by alyadmirer on Jun 9, 2015 21:05:02 GMT
The crowd quieted when the Announcer stepped into the ring and raised his mic. “Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall with a twenty minute time limit--”
MIRANDA WAINWRIGHT:
TIFFANY MAYES:
“But it will not last half that time, if you heathens are lucky.” said a soft, cool voice from the darkness of the entryway. Sinners and saints alike booed enthusiastically when Miranda Wainright and Tiffany Mayes appeared atop the stage. Reacting to their hatred much as a wolf would treat the lowing of cattle, the Straight-Edge Siren smirked as she produced a microphone of her own. “Hear my words and hear them well, so-called ladies and gentlemen. Tonight you will bear witness to a miracle. The beginning of the end of a once proud warrior, one who once tasted the wrath of my Crusade yet still managed to lay low the woman I called my burning sword. For that and that alone I have ignored her many trespasses against the Waiting Dark, but that reprieve ended the moment she took up arms with those gibbering lunatics in the Frighteners. Her scalp will be a prized one and I have offered it to my bloody sister, who shall grace your presence after a proper introduction. Introducing first, hailing from Oxrun Station, Connecticut, she stands at five feet six inches tall and weighs in tonight at one hundred and nineteen pounds. She has a thousand faces and a million names, for now we call her ADELAIDE BREWSTER!”
The lights died as her name reached the rafters and the speakers answered the call, not with Midnight Syndicate but with the quietly eerie pop of Lorde’s ‘Glory and Gore’.
GLORY & GORE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=vEHHh8IBhpY
ADELAIDE BREWSTER:
For a moment there was nothing but darkness and pinpricks of cell phone light, then a few lights on either side of the stage ‘whoomped’ on to reveal Miranda and Tiffany standing in a carpet of ankle deep fog. Still no sign of final Churchgoer and that was the way it stayed until a cold blue light illuminated the gloomy recession leading to the curtain. A figure swung down from the ceiling of that narrow throat, a figure hanging by her knees from a bar suspended just out of camera view. Arms crossed over her chest, Adelaide Brewster opened her eyes, then twisted loose and landed on her feet just as her anthem warned ‘Now we’re in the ring and we’re coming for blood.’
Heading for the squared circle after a brief conference with her Dark Sisters (who then retreated to the back), Adelaide stretched her arms wide, which let her limber up while simultaneously providing the FAWNatics with a great view of her ring attire. In place of the antique ball gown, top hat and velvet number that it sheathed was a blood red one piece made of a mesh just fine enough to allow the discerning eye a glimpse of matching black bra and briefs lurking beneath. This outfit was completed with a clunky black belt complete with a buckle done up as a snarling wolf’s head and matching black boots and pads.
Reaching the ring quickly (because no one quite dared extend a hand) Adelaide slunk under the bottom ropes, popped to her feet and took ownership of a corner on the far side of the ring. Paying no attention to the presence behind her back, the Weeping Angel climbed to the second rope, titled her head back and ‘pppfffwoooooshed’ a cloud of red mist out over the first couple rows of fans. Blood properly let, she climbed down and backed into the far corner to await tonight’s feast.
With Brewster lurking like a harbinger of imminent doom, the Announcer was able to resume his duties without interference. “And introducing her opponent, hailing from Woodsboro California, she stands at five feet six inches tall and weighs in at one hundred and twenty seven pounds. She is the Technical Marvel, the Woodsboro Mangler, the brunette buzz saw… SYDNEY DESCHAIN!”
The Mayhem crowd returned its collective attention to the stage as the booming gong of ‘Wherever I May Roam’ called the Technical Marvel through the curtain. Welcomed by a thunderous roar of support, Deschain raised a hand, brushed a thumb against the tip of her nose, then lifted an index finger to the rafters. This gestured was repeated by the hundreds, making a suitable backdrop when Deschain arched an eyebrow to the camera that’d dollied up alongside. “A thousand faces, huh? Guess I’ll have to scuff all of ‘em."
SYDNEY DESCHAIN:
For her first solo encounter with the Weeping Angel, Deschain sported a black tankini with thin white trim and matte gray boots and pads. Acknowledging the signs entreating her not to leave with only the subtlest of nods, Syd kept her attention Adelaide, though she remained attuned to the noises on her six just in case Wainright and Mayes decided to attack from behind. The threat never materialized, but the Marvel still felt much better once she’d hopped onto the apron and slipped between the ropes. Marching to the center of the squared circle, she turned to Brewster and raised a fist to the rafters. Adelaide only sneered, so Deschain backed into the opposite corner and made no comment when Al Carpenter hurried over for the final pre-bell inspection.
The bell sounded and the crowd grew even louder. While no one could or would question the caliber of talent on the Marvel’s Retirement Tour ‘til this point, almost all of her opponents had been well established stars. Tonight however she faced off with a woman who was still in the midst of carving her niche in FAWN. And what a bloody, painful niche it was.
More eager to lock up than she’d ever let on, Adelaide Brewster forced herself to leave the corner like she had no place to be even though she wanted nothing more than to fill both hands with the veteran’s hair. Ambling toward her prey in a languid, lazy stalk, the Queen of Nightmares called, “You actually showed up. Part of me was worried you’d find some excuse to back out at the last second.”
Deschain put her elbows against the top rope and didn’t move, at least not yet. “And the other part?”
“Was looking forward to tracking you down in whatever rest home you ran off to.”
Sydney pushed off the buckles and started toward the Churchgoer, her own pace just as measured yet not at all hesitant. “I wouldn’t do that to you, Adelaide. Not after you had the courage to face me with Miranda and Tiffany in the back.”
Brewster turned with Deschain when the veteran moved to flank her, but she made no move to raise her hands. “I didn’t need them to beat Cynthia.” she replied coolly. “And I don’t need them to destroy you.”
“Probably not the best example, seeing as how Scandalous probably saved you from eating a faceful of Drop Out. Did she call you buttercup? I always smacked her when she pulled that crap.”
Adelaide started to answer, then pulled back and twisted to one side as the Mangler lunged for her waist. Avoiding it by the slimmest of margins, she wheeled around on one foot and smirked at the other brunette. “I couldn’t make out what she was saying at the end, what with my ass on her face. I think you’ll sound the same.”
Now it was Deschain who smirked. “I’ll remember that when you’re tapping out. Remember, if you want to breathe again, tap my ass, not the mat. I want everyone to know you know what beat--”
Brewster pounced so quickly she actually felt her fingertips brush Syd’s hair, yet the Marvel still twisted around behind before she could grab hold. Gifted with the younger woman’s back for the span between heartbeats, Deschain swatted, then squeezed Adelaide’s glutes. Not hard, but more than enough for Brewster to feel it.
Jerking away like she’d been scalded, the Weeping Angel rounded on her foe, then ‘flicked’ that red mesh one-piece back into place over her butt. “I’m glad I’m facing you now and not earlier in your career.” Adelaide said softly. “My destroying you would’ve meant nothing if we’d come up together. Now though, I can lay claim to being the last woman to drink from an ancient, albeit slightly overrated vintage.”
Sydney rolled her shoulders and raised her hands. “The only thing you’re drinking in tonight is the sight of the rafters from over the curve of my ass.”
“You’ll see less than that old woman.” Brewster answered with a nasty grin. “I mean to bury you from forehead to chin.” She stepped in abruptly, chesting against Deschain hard enough to rock her back half a step.
Returning the grind as soon as she caught her balance, Syd murmured, “Care to raise the stakes a bit, sweetie?”
Adelaide went nose to nose with her, she wasn’t about to let Deschain dictate anything about this contest. “What did you have in mind, old woman?”
“Submission only. Go for pins if you want, but anyone who wins this with a cradle or backslide might as well admit they can’t hang. Loser submits, winner gets a ride on her face so she can enjoy a little bit of old school FAWN fun. Up to the challenge, little girl?”
Brewster licked her lips. “More than. I was content to taste you tonight, Sydney Deschain. Now you’ll have the pleasure of tasting me, albeit in a far less pleasant capacity.”
She stepped off, brought her hands up and rocked Deschain back a few steps with a brisk shove. Far from intimidated by the tactic, Sydney resumed her circling, then stopped and raised one hand overhead. Adelaide regarded the challenge for a moment before closing in with one hand raised in-- “NNNGGGHHUUHH!” The Weeping Angel went low, wrapped both arms around the veteran’s waist and clamped down in a surprisingly brawny Bear Hug. Hands knotted against the small of the Marvel’s back, Adelaide dipped her knees and powered Sydney up onto her tiptoes, though she couldn’t get her much beyond that considering their almost identical builds.
“I can feel your heart beating.” Brewster cooed as she continued to pour on the squeeze. “Is that exhaustion, terror or both?”
“Neither.” the Mangler answered truthfully. “It’s surprise.” Squirming forcefully enough to return her boots to the mat, Syd raised her hands and almost laughed when Adelaide twisted her head, trying to keep her hair out of reach. That got the Churchgoer a brisk SMACK across the face, followed by a breathy grunt when Deschain gouged her elbows in against those constricting biceps.
“I’m not going to pull my way out of this, Addy.” the older brunette grunted. “I’m not even going to slap my way out, though you do slap good. I’m going to fight my way under your Hug, give you one of my own and see if those dainty little ribs of yours are as tough as your talNNNGGHHH!”
Adelaide stabbed a Kneelift into Sydney’s tummy, then followed with two more in rapid succession. “Good luck with that, dear.” she purred. “Don’t strain anything though, I hear the waiting list for hip replacements gets longer every--”
Syd SLAPPED Brewster again and raaaaaked some nails down her face for good measure. Repeating the previous elbow jab to opposing biceps, Deschain squared her feet and started working her arms down through the Hug. The first part was the hardest, but once her elbows were clear it was only a few seconds work to slip her arms around Adelaide’s waist and do some squeezing of her own.
Baring her teeth as breathing grew difficult, Brewster shook her head ‘no’ to shut down Carpenter’s stupid question, then darted both hands up and grabbed hold of Deschain’s hair. “That all you got, sweetie?” Syd growled in regards to the fire in her scalp. Adelaide jerked her head back n’ forth for a few seconds, mostly because she liked hearing the other brunette hiss through her teeth.
“You haven’t seen a fraction of what I’ve got.” she sneered after settling down a bit. “And if you’re lucky you never will.” Then she jerked Sydney’s startled face down into her cleavage and wrapped both arms across the back of her head. Gripping her own elbows for leverage, Brewster scrubbed her mesh-sheathed chest against Sydney’s protesting mug. “How does that feel against your screams, old woman?” Brewster’s voice was smug despite the Bear Hug biting into her ribs. “Feels pretty good to me. I hope you can scream that loud after half an hour, I don’t want you passing out before I can ride your OOOWWW! “
The Marvel bit down on Brewster’s encroaching rack, the pain of it all the more jarring because she hadn’t expected it. “HEY!” she barked at the referee. “This cheap bytch is biting my tits! Get her oFFHOOOAAAAHHHNNNNNNGGGH!”
Desirous of separation but wanting it on her terms, Sydney dropped into a deep crouch, popped her hips and flung Adelaide halfway across the squared circle with an Overhead Belly to Belly Suplex. Brewster landed flat on her back and immediately rolled over onto her stomach so she could better press a hand to her aching spine.
OVERHEAD BELLY TO BELLY SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=dvMPIfKkKDM
Elsewhere, Sydney pushed to one knee and took a few deep breaths to remove the flush from her cheeks. When it was gone, she asked, “Were you just whining to the referee? I thought you were supposed to be a monster, not the hoariest old cliché in all of young adult literature.”
Adelaide looked up, the pain from the Suplex mostly forgotten as she glared daggers at the veteran. Raising herself up on one knee, the Queen of Nightmares replied, “I’d rather be a hoary cliché than a clichéd whore.”
Sydney smirked and returned to full verticality. “Sticks and stones may break my bones, Brewster. But words can never quite describe what I’m going to do to you.”
Adelaide joined her and started to circle. While some thought the utter lack of fear from the Marvel would unnerve the younger brunette, Adelaide actually found it refreshing. Oh, it was annoying, no question about that. But too often she’d won the psychological battle before the bell even sounded. It was the prospect of instilling fresh fear in this worn out warhorse that brought a crooked smile to Brewster’s lips. Slowing to a halt when there were still several feet between them, the Churchgoer held her right hand high and said, “You think you can intimidate me with words, old woman? Lock hands with me. Then we’ll see who’s intimidated.”
Deschain never hesitated, she merely strode up, ‘smecked’ her left palm against Brewster’s and THWHAP! Adelaide caught her flush on the chin with a textbook Forearm Smash. Vociferous boos greeted the cheap shot, not that they were enough to drown out the evil silver tinkle of Brewster’s laughter. Segueing from Knuckle-Lock to Wristlock in an instant, she stepped back to stretch Syd’s arm out full length, then spun it in a wide circle that put immediate pressure on the Mangler’s shoulder. Lined up in front of and slightly to the left of her opposition, Adelaide stepped back on her left heel and CRAAACK!
The anticipated Hook Kick never amounted to anything because Deschain darted in and clapped the younger woman’s face with a gaudy Bytch Slap. Staggered by the swift counter, Brewster reached up to check her cheek so Sydney seized that wrist and twisted around behind to apply a Hammerlock. Apparently that was only step one because the Marvel halved her control over the simple hold en route to dipping under her adversary’s unencumbered arm. A short Headbutt jabbed to Brewster’s stinging cheek made it all the simpler for Deschain to claim the other wrist, which she promptly folded into a second Hammerlock.
With both of Adelaide’s arms effectively pinioned between her shoulders, Sydney locked her hands and pulled the Weeping Angel in for a long, breath-stealing Bear Hug. Shifting her weight back just enough to lift the squirming brunette onto tiptoes, Syd let Adelaide carry the pressure for a few more seconds before she said, “I’m not here to intimidate you, Brewster. I’m here to toss you around like a laundry bag for the amusement of these people. But if you WANT to be intimidated,” she drew the Churchgoer in that much closer, all the better to whisper in her ear, “I can start stripping you down one layer at a time. Would you like that, little girLEEERRRGGhhhhhhhh!”
Motivated by the burning pain in her shoulders, Adelaide lowered her head and chomped down on the soft flesh at the base of Deschain’s neck. Syd stumbled for a moment before regaining her balance with the Hammerlocks and neck nosh still in place. “Stop biting me, sweetie.” the Mangler demanded through clenched teeth. “Don’t make me make RRRGGHHH!” Adelaide kept chewing in spite of warnings from her foe and the referee, meaning Syd felt no qualms about pulling up on the Hammerlocks that much harder.
Brewster squealed through her mouthful of veteran, pushed onto her toes to alleviate the pressure and promptly went for a ride when Syd dropped her knees and popped her hips. No swooping overhead arc this time, Deschain kept the two of ‘em close through a taut half circle that ended with Adelaide sandwiched between Sydney and the canvas. To make matters worse, she landed atop her trapped arms, the THWHUMP of that impact sending lightning bolts from fingertip to shoulder and back again.
While far from certain of victory at that particular point, Deschain was pleased enough with the Suplex to climb aboard the younger woman’s waist. Helping herself to a grip on each of Brewster’s wrists (both arms were swaddled against her chest so she could massage elbows and biceps) Syd pinned them overhead, then leaned down body on body to slide her boots in against Adelaide’s calves. A simple stretch of her own gams wrenched Adelaide’s legs apart and completed the Double Leg Grapevine, which in turn gave Al and the crowd a reason to count off…
ONE…
TWO…
Adelaide got a shoulder off the mat in time to break the count but Sydney stayed glued to her mount. In fact, she elevated her hips and SMECKED them against Brewster’s tummy to force a breathy grunt from the brunette’s lips while the ref tried again…
ONE…
TWO…
The other shoulder up this time, then down again just as quickly. The Marvel stretched her rival’s stems a little wider, pushed up and smashed her trunks against Adelaide’s, an *almost* Low Blow that earned the startled ‘stop it!’ sort of bleat that Deschain was looking for.
Spread out strong and thick atop the flagging fanatic, Syd pressed her lips to Brewster’s ear and muttered, “Got a strong heartbeat for a monster, sweetie. Gonna have fun breaking it.” Then Al was in place and counting yet again…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
Adelaide twisted her head to one side, bit into Deschain’s cheek and earned her freedom with half a second to spare. Rolling away to get some much needed air, the Weeping Angel watched the Marvel totter upright and decided oxygen debt be damned, it was time to press the advantage. Thusly she bounded up and was bearing down on the other brunette after a few long strides.
No mind games or parlor tricks now, Brewster tagged Sydney’s chin with a trio of THWHAPPING Forearm Smashes and followed those with an equally stiff pair of Bytch Slaps. She found the CRAAACK of palm on face oddly dissatisfying tonight Adelaide switched over to a barrage of hooks to the tits and tummy and a single saloon worthy Haymaker to the chin. Battered into the ropes by this toothy whirlwind, Deschain started to anchor an arm over the top rope but that came to an abrupt when Brewster pounded a Kneelift into her tummy.
“No escape now old woman.” Adelaide growled into her opponent’s pain-scrunched face, “It’s time you understand who you’re dealing with.”
The Queen of Nightmares took a giant step back, dropped a shoulder and sent Deschain hurtling to the opposite side of the ring with an Irish--NO! Cheers from the Mayhem crowd as Syd dug in her heels to reverse the momentum of the Whip before Adelaide could release. Sent to the strands in her foe’s place, Brewster practically launched herself off to make sure she had plenty of momentum when she kicked her left leg up and, “DAMMIT!”
The Mangler tilted her head to one side and Adelaide’s foot zipped over her right shoulder. Hands locked behind Adelaide’s head as soon as the strike wiffed, Deschain went nose to nose with the Churchgoer and chided, “I do understand who I’m dealing with, Adelaide. That’s why you’re getting your ass kicARRRRGGGGGGGHHHHH!”
Brewster pursed her lips and ‘PFFFAAWWHOOOOOSSSHED!’ the Red Mist from so close it hit Sydney’s face in a jet instead of a cloud. Ignoring every scream that didn’t issue from her blinded adversary, the Weeping Angel tore loose of the Cradle and clamped down on Deschain’s left wrist. After a quick Arm Wringer she stepped up n’ over the exposed limb to twist it behind her right thigh, then she hooked her right arm under Syd’s right bicep and hopped up across her back in a slightly modified Crucifix. Pressed tight against the other brunette’s upper back, Brewster yanked back with all her strength and ripped Sydney loose from moorings. THWHUMP! The Mangler landed stacked on the back of her head and shoulders, those vaunted legs of hers folded up in a wriggling Matchbook while the ref was forced to count…
CRUCIFIX DRIVER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ll4-9FGszzk
ONE…
TWO…
Deschain wrenched an arm loose from Brewster’s clutches and that was just enough to get her flopped over onto her stomach before ‘THREE!’
Scrambling up from his knees, Carpenter didn’t actually lay a hand on Adelaide, he did however make a point of stepping between her and the blinded brunette. “What the hell was that, Adelaide?” he barked. “Give me one good reason why I shouldn’t disqualify you right now!”
She licked a bit of red from her chin, turned her head to one side and spat a bloody glob only inches from the ref’s foot. “I can’t do that, Carpenter. In fact, you have every right to call for the bell at any time. But tell me, do you really think this old lioness…” Adelaide darted around him and dropped to one knee, spiking the bony joint between Deschain’s shoulders. “Would be pleased if you gave her the win by DQ?” The Churchgoer snatched a handful of Syd’s hair, wrenched her neck back at an unpleasant angle and cupped her other hand under opposing chin. “ANSWER ME, CARPENTER!” she roared / cackled at him. “DOES THIS OLD BYTCH WANNA TAKE THE EASY WAY OUT? DOES SHE? DOES SHE?”
Al knew Syd would almost certainly have his ass if he stopped the match for anything short of a shiv, so he held his tongue, which delighted the Weeping Angel to no end.
“I f*cking thought not.” she bounced the Marvel’s forehead off the mat, then pulled it up again to inspect the Rorschach pattern left by the older woman’s reddened features. Falling abruptly silent, Adelaide looked up at the official and shook her head. “Forgive me, Carpenter. Sometimes I can get a little… overzealous. There was no call for me to soil the otherwise unmarred canvas of our battleground. Please, allow me to make things right.”
Just how she intended to do this was not immediately clear, as Brewster collected a double handful of hair and dragged the sputtering Marvel to her knees. The light of illumination banished the collective ignorance of everyone in the arena when the Queen of Nightmares jabbed out one hand and snatched the referee by his collar. Adelaide yanked her pair of burdens forward, stuffing Sydney’s sticky mug into Carpenter’s stomach, his heretofore pristine stripes muddied by red as Brewster transformed him into little more than an oversized washcloth.
“There!” she dismissed Al with a sharp shove and doubled down on the hair-hold once again. “Too many hard miles to be as good as new, but at least it won’t be a horror show when I sit on your face.”
Syd made no verbal response to this, she did however grab Brewster’s wrists so the younger woman bounced a quick Kneelift off the back of her skull so she was nice and docile when hauled to boot leather. Once they were both vertical Adelaide spun Sydney in a half circle and greeted her with a stiff Headbutt between the eyes. Stunned but otherwise sturdy, Deschain didn’t realize her foe had taken flight until Brewster’s boots landed astride her thighs. Syd’s arms instinctively went to Adelaide’s lower legs in hopes of stuffing the Monkey Flip, alas, that played directly into the Churchgoer’s hands. Leaning in close, she looped an arm around the back of Deschain’s head, then dropped back and laid out full length to THWHUNK her foe’s noggin into the canvas via the Wolfsbane DDT.
WOLFSBANE DDT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=DzK-kx8ztEU
Planted like a tent spike, Syd tumbled over into a starfish, which made her the perfect cushion when Adelaide floated over into a Crossbody. Hooking the far leg for good measure, Brewster bared her teeth for the hard camera while Al and the crowd tolled…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
Syd kicked out and turned onto one side, her back to the other woman.
Angered by this cow’s stubborn refusal to understand the inevitable, Adelaide leaned down to purr, “Miranda made it very clear that I couldn’t peel the skin off your back tonight. Thankfully I know another kind of flaying that’s almost as fun.”
‘Fun’ was trembling on her lips when the Queen of Nightmares when she snatched the bottom edge of Deschain’s top in both hands. Two violent yanks got it up to just south of her breasts and another pair pulled it free entirely, leaving the veteran bare-chested in a FAWN ring for the first time in a very long while. Twirling the shorn tank like some mad party favor, Adelaide let it drop to about shoulder level so she could better present it to the crowd. “Mine.” she explained with a red smile. “And there might make it a complete set, if the old bytch doesn’t go out when I think she should.”
That brought a much happier reaction than Brewster would’ve expected, but instead of playing to the heathens she whirled around and sure enough, Deschain had fought to all fours. Frowning, Brewster pulled her trophy into a makeshift garrote and stepped in so that she had a boot on either side of the veteran’s hips. A flick of her wrists got the noose around Deschain’s neck and Adelaide crossed her wrists in an ‘X’ to pull it that much tighter.
“Go on, crawl for the ropes old woman.” Adelaide chided the gasping grappler. “Crawl all that way on the hope that I MIGHT let you go when HEY!”
Syd grabbed Brewster’s right heel and probably would’ve dumped her to the mat if the Churchgoer hadn’t dug both knees into her rival’s ribs and tugged back all the harder on her garrote. Fed up with Adelaide’s manipulation of the rules, Carpenter stepped up and swatted her wrists twice. “Toss that thing away right now Brewster or so help me I will disqualify your ass. ONE! TWO! THREE!”
The Weeping Angel let loose not because she believed the threat, but because she’d freed her foot from the penitent woman’s grasp. Without missing a beat she pushed onto her toes and sat out, THWHUMPING the heavy curve of her buttocks against the small of Deschain’s back in the process. Sydney groaned loudly enough to make Brewster believe she’d have a moment to collect her thoughts so she was doubly irritated when the Mangler immediately crawled out from under on her way to the ropes.
“Not a chance, crone.” Gliding after her, Adelaide pivoted a quarter turn and brought the plank of her left shin down atop Syd’s thighs, just beneath the curve of her glutes. In the next heartbeat she helped herself to Deschain’s ankles and crossed them right over left, the squashed ‘X’ pulled snug against Brewster’s encroaching thigh. To further secure the knot she threaded her right leg over Sydney’s exposed right foot and trapped it in the pit of that knee before hooking her own ankles together.
If she’d gone for a Crossface, Sleeper or any other kind of head control it would’ve made for an impressive STF, instead Adelaide leeeeeeaaaaaaaned in against Deschain’s back to apply intense pressure on those knotted stems. “Can you drag yourself without legs, Sydney?” the Weeping Angel asked. “Or are you ready to admit you’re looking forward to the taste of my ass?”
Deschain braced her elbows against the mat and pulled the both of them several inches closer to the ropes. Frankly surprised and annoyed by the older wrestler’s mobility in spite of her binding efforts, Adelaide lowered a shoulder and rolled onto her back, which meant Sydney was forced to do the same. In the end it looked some bizarre version of the Figure Four, one where Brewster was seated almost perpendicular to and beneath her prey’s tortured legs. Lacing her hands around the Marvel’s right knee, Adelaide leaned back again and jerked the joint forward and backward.
RIGHTEOUS LEGLOCK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=bjKq0YgvKYg
“You think I won’t pop it?” Brewster snarled at the hissing brunette. “Just keep holding on and you’ll find out. I have no qualms about putting you in a wheelchair for six months, old woman!”
Sydney had heard just about every threat imaginable during the course of her twenty-plus year wrestling career and she knew by Brewster’s tone that she meant every word, but she also knew the capabilities and tolerances of her own body and wasn’t concerned about her legs giving way anytime soon. So she braced her palms against the mat, pushed up as best she could and continued dragging / sliding her way toward the ropes.
The resumption of movement drew Adelaide’s attention away from her ministrations long enough for her to realize the ropes were almost within the Marvel’s grasp. Loathe to relinquish her Leglock for anything less than a bawling surrender, the Churchgoer sat up and PWAAAKED a fist into her opponent’s gulping abdomen. “Give it up.” she demanded. “Begging for release in the ropes is beneath you.”
Deschain flipped hair off her face and countered, “Don’t be angry with the ropes, Adelaide. It’s not their fault my legs are stronger than yours.”
Brewster sent a strong pulse through her gammy knot and relished the look of pain on Syd’s face. “My legs are more than enough to deal with you, hag. I just thought an antique like you would want to keep a little pride.” She squeezed the Leglock again, then pounded a Hammer Punch into Deschain’s exposed knee for good measure. Sydney bared her teeth in something like a smile and very slowly, very deliberately, draaaaaagged herself to within a foot of the bottom rope. “Last warning, Deschain.” Adelaide threatened. “Surrender now or beg later.”
The trapped veteran leaned forward to answer. “You. Don’t. Scare. Me. BellaAAARRRGGGGGHHHHHH BYTCH!”
The Weeping Angel curled her right hand into a murderous claw, fitted it against the center of Sydney’s trunks and bore down with a grip like a miniature bear trap. Knocked to her back by the power of the pain radiating from her undercarriage, Deschain took a shuddering breath, then jerked a shoulder off the mat when she realized Al had counted…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOO!
More careful after that, she looked above her and saw the ropes oh so close, yet still so far away. Elbows set at an angle, she pushed up and thumped forward. Pushed up and thumped forward. Pushed up and thumped THERE! Sydney wrapped both hands around the bottom rope and demanded, “Get her off, Al. Get that bytch off of my legs and out of my trunkSSEEEEERRRRRRGGGGHHH!”
Determined to take all she could in the last few seconds, Brewster released the claw just long enough to slip that same hand up through the left leg hole of Syd’s briefs. Talon set against bare skin, Adelaide worked her grip into the Marvel’s sanctum sanctorum and ransacked the place until the official reached ‘FOUR!’ Undoing the Leglock before the Crotch Claw, Adelaide pushed to one knee and showed three fingers to the crowd before wiping them off on Sydney’s hip.
“Hope you enjoyed the respite.” Brewster told the mewling Mangler. “That’s the last bit of pleasure you’ll know for a very long time.”
Though it was tempting to go back to the damage she’d done south of her prey’s waistband, Adelaide settled for a double handful of hair if only because the referee was watching her like a hawk. Hauling Deschain upright on jellied legs that looked to give way at any second, Brewster dragged her to mid-ring and welcomed her in with a big Front Facelock. “BEWARE OF THIS RING ONCE THE SUN GOES DOWN, CHATTEL!” she admonished the crowd in a tone Miranda would’ve appreciated a great deal. “BECAUSE HERE… here there be monsters.” Armed with her Facelock and a huge handful of black bottoms, the Queen of Nightmares yanked Deschain up at a near perfect forty-five degrees, then laid out on her back to THWHUNK the crown of her skull into the canvas with an Impaler DDT.
IMPALER DDT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=F_Uiasewl50
Syd tumbled onto her back with both arms splayed bonelessly overhead, the dictionary definition of defenseless as Adelaide crawled aboard, grabbed hold of her wrists and pinned them to the canvas. And just because she could, the Weeping Angel leeeeeeeeaned in close and pressed her breasts to Syd’s face, the perfect way to end this charade of a tour. Still close to the action after that prolonged trip to the ropes, Al dove in and slapped the mat…
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO!
Sydney popped her hips and rolled Adelaide loose with less than a whisper between herself and defeat. Brewster hissed at the official, who offered no other comment than two fingers to reaffirm his count.
Using the moment to catch her breath, Adelaide ran a hand through her hair and nodded. “Fine. If I can’t break your spirit I’ll be happy to tear out your heart.”
On that cheery note she snatched hold of the other brunettes ankles and dragged her to the center of the squared circle. A bit of maneuvering got Deschain right where the Churchgoer wanted her and a single quick stomp atop the navel kept her from moving while Adelaide stalked to the corner. Top rope gripped in both hands, Brewster dropped into a slight crouch, then launched herself up and twisted around in mid-air to land on the top floor facing her breathless adversary. Perched like some terribly beautiful portent of doom, Adelaide Brewster looked out over the seething sea of sinners and told them, “Tears are wept when Marvels fall. And Midnight comes for one and all.”
She sprang out into the void, curled both heels up into her glutes and grabbed hold of her ankles to make sure the daggers of her knees were pointed straight down when they THAWHUNK! Sydney rolled away and Adelaide landed full force on the empty mat, her kneepads doing almost nothing to cushion the crushing blow. Adelaide popped like the canvas was electrified but collapsed almost immediately because she couldn’t decide how to distribute her weight between the throbbing joints. A second attempt allowed her to make it to one knee, where she stayed for several seconds while trying to massage away the very worst of the hurt.
Fairly certain that her left leg was ok, Brewster started to get up again, making sure to keep the majority of her weight on that leg. True verticality was only heartbeats away when a freshly-risen Sydney closed in from behind and grabbed hold of the Churchgoer’s ankle. Forcing Addy’s heel against her tush with one hand. Deschain looped the other around her foe’s waist and wedged her head under Brewster’s right arm. Hands knotted against Adelaide’s trunks to keep the fresh cradle in place, Sydney dipped her knees and popped her hips to take the younger grappler up, over and DOWN onto the back of her head with a THWHUMPING Leg Cradle Backdrop Suplex.
LEG CRADLE BACKDROP SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=nLYobRvTu8c
Stacked high and tight, Adelaide’s loose leg pumped madly, not that it was enough to stop Carpenter from counting…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
A kick that sent a bolt of pain from her hip to her toes also proved just enough to pull Brewster loose of the predicament. Her own aches and pains much subdued by the sound of Adelaide’s labored breathing, Sydney turned onto one knee, worked her hands into the Churchgoer’s hair and slowly raised the both of ‘em to boot leather. “You are going to have one hell of a career, Brewster.” Sydney said after she’d drilled a knee into her opponent’s belly. “In fact, I think it’s safe to say you’re a future World Champion.” Snugged in against Adelaide’s left side, Deschain reached under the brunette’s left arm with her right and cupped the back of opposing neck. Once she’d pulled Brewster into a slight crunch, Syd hooked her left arm under the Weeping Angel’s left leg and jerked it off the mat, her second cradle in as many minutes. “But of all the goals you will accomplish, hanging an ‘L’ around my neck is not one of them.”
Adelaide’s grunt of response turned into a shriek of surprise when Sydney flung her up n’ over, the Churchgoer THWHAMMED down on the back of her head and shoulders halfway across the ring thanks to A Stir of Echoes.
STIR OF ECHOES @ 1:00
www.youtube.com/watch?v=WYFYue_cdzA
Arms swaddled around her aching skull, Brewster slopped onto her side and curled into as tight a ball as possible in the hope that Sydney could be dissuaded against launching another attack on her noggin. In this she was successful, albeit only because the battle-tested brunette had another target in mind.
Limping up beside her prone rival, Deschain drove her heel into Adelaide’s ribs half a dozen times, then shifted her attention south and claimed ownership of both her ankles. One tug was more than enough for Brewster to understand what Sydney had planned and she straightened out at once, her hands stretched longingly to the ropes which were still a few feet distant. Undeterred, Adelaide smacked her elbows into the mat and started closing the distance. It’d shrank to about half when Sydney really clamped down and draaaaaaaagged her back to the center of the ring.
“NO!” Brewster roared, her tone a perfect storm of outrage and desperation. “LET GO, DAMN YOU”
Alas, the Marvel didn’t let go. She stretched her opponent’s legs into a wide ‘V’, lined up her shot and snapped a quick Toe Kick into the back of Adelaide’s left thigh. Adelaide yelped but resumed her efforts to reach the ropes rather than protect her gams to Deschain kicked the right for good measure. Still no effort from the Churchgoer to protect her vulnerable stems, so Sydney kept kicking the backs of her thighs until Brewster got a bit too close to the strands again. Then she draaaaaaaaagged her back to deep water and dropped to one knee, the other of which she THUMPED into the pit of Adelaide’s left knee.
“EERRGGHHH FAAAAHHK!” The Queen of Nightmares pounded a pair of fists against the mat, then locked eyes with Deschain for the first time since the Knee Drop had gone sideways. “Stop wasting my time old woman.” she growled. “Either test me. Or let me go.”
“Oh, I will.” Sydney confirmed. “Just wanted to make sure these frail little legs of yours could hold up before I applied some real pressure.”
“F*ck you. My legs are stronger than yours ever NNNnnngghhh!”
Sydney stepped through the gate of Brewster’s gams with her right leg and planted it beside the younger woman’s left hip. Then she folded Adelaide’s left leg over her own encroaching shin and tucked that shin into the pit of the trapped woman’s right knee. With Brewster’s left ankle hanging out and exposed, Syd stepped over it with her left leg, then wedged it into the pit of her knee and dropped onto her tush to cinch on the modified Figure Four she called the Mangler.
THE MANGLER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=mvFUn1yXsco
If Adelaide’s movements had been worried before, they were downright frantic now, as the pressure on her knees made the aches left by her failed Knee Drop that much more unpleasant. She didn’t shriek, howl or beg however, in truth, Adelaide was eerily silent as she inched her way across the mat for the third time in as many minutes. And Sydney didn’t make it easy for her, that’s for damned sure. The Marvel kept her hands braced against the canvas at all times and would do the same with her butt when Brewster tried to move, thus turning herself into a hundred and thirty-plus pound anchor.
Things got even worse when the knee-shot brunette stopped to catch her breath. That’s when Deschain lifted her butt off the mat and jostled up n’ down until the Queen of Nightmares got moving again. Fantasizing about how her vengeance would taste, Adelaide powered through and finally, FINALLY grabbed hold of the bottom rope. “Ropes.” she growled to Al Carpenter. “I’m in the ropes, now get this heathen cunt off me.”
Sydney undid the Leglock without comment or warning, but when Adelaide tried to slide under the ropes she grabbed her ankles and stood up fast. All of Brewster’s relief vanished in a flash and she gripped the bottom strand tighter than ever. “I am in the ropes you old BYTCH!”
“I know.” Sydney agreed. “Let’s see if you can stay there.”
Adelaide looked to Al to plead her case and that’s when the Mangler THUMPED a Kneedrop into her vulnerable undercarriage. The Weeping Angel yowled to high heaven as her hands popped open and her butt endured a short, unpleasant bit of canvas burn as Deschain lugged her out to center ring once again.
“That was uncalled for, Syd.” Carpenter said of the Low Blow once his charges had drawn to a stop.
“So was stuffing her fingers all up in my junk, Al.” the veteran countered. “She dished it out just fine, now she’s gonna take it.” Using her ankle grips, Sydney rolled Adelaide onto her stomach then climbed aboard, her feet digging painfully into the backs of Brewster’s thighs. From there she squatted down and folded the Churchgoer’s lower legs up so she could angle the younger woman’s shins against her own. Against anyone else it would’ve meant a Romero Stretch was in the works. Against Sydney Deschain it meant something else entirely, which was why Adelaide went wild in a last ditch effort to return to the ropes. But with her legs removed from the equation, the Queen of Nightmares could only delay the inevitable and even then it wasn’t for very long.
As patient now as she had been at the start of their battle, Syd smacked Adelaide in the ribs a few times, then took hold of her wrists when she reached back to stop the punishment. Standing up, Deschain rocked up n’ down a few times, each go ‘round lifting Brewster’s chest a little higher off the mat. Finally she tipped over and ended up on her back with the younger woman suspended above her.
“NO!” Adelaide tucked her chin against her chest, desperate to keep her head out of reach and thus avoid the doom breathing down her neck. “LET GO OF ME, DESCHAIN! YOU CAN’T DO THIS TO MEERRRRGGGHHHHAAAAAAHHHH!”
Sydney pulled down on her wrists which lowered Brewster’s head until the Marvel was able to switch over to an Inverted Facelock.
WHISPERING SCREAM:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=-etlWovEbB0
Whispering Scream secure, Deschain pulled back on the Facelock and pushed up with her feet, putting intense pressure on Adelaide’s neck and traumatized knees. With one arm trapped in the other brunette’s clutches, Brewster could only flail as Sydney did her best to bend her in half. She did manage to land a few shots to the veteran’s ribs, but the angle was poor and impact negligible.
While she hadn’t thought it possible, things actually did get worse for Adelaide when Syd leaned forward to bring the both of them to a seat. The new arrangement gave Deschain even more leverage and she craaaaaaaaaaaanked back so hard it looked like her foe’s mesh one-piece might split at any second. Give the devil her due, Adelaide fought ‘til the end, even managing to bury her loose hand in Sydney’s hair for a few good tugs. But it wasn’t enough to dissuade the Marvel and the final straw came when Deschain halved the Facelock to apply a white-knuckle grip to her opponent’s crotch.
“GIVE!” Adelaide keened as she started slapping the mat. “I give up! Now let go of me!”
The ref called for the bell and Deschain shoved her beaten adversary loose, unfortunately for Brewster her night wasn’t quite over. After all, there was a wager to fulfill. She’d only just rolled onto her back when Sydney knee-walked over and sat heavily on the younger woman’s face.
“MMRRRRPPPGGHHH!”
Adelaide started smacking the mat again, not that Deschain paid it any heed. The victrix only shifted her shins, the better to move her prey’s arms over her head where they couldn’t cause any problems. “Promised you a little bit of old school FAWN,” Sydney huffed as she ground her cheeks down against the trapped woman’s nose. “Just think of it as a learning experience. One that’ll teach you to respect your elders.”
Brewster’s only response was a muffled squeak, so Deschain grabbed a huge double handful of that mesh sheath and tore it from neckline to navel with a single dry RRRRRIIIIIP!
It was about that time that the Announcer confirmed what everyone already knew. “Ladies and gentlemen, your winner via submission… SYDNEY DESCHAIN!”
Syd pulled the torn garment open, giving the crowd a better view of the black bikini that armored the most intimate of her opponent’s curves. “Damn. Should’ve worked these over a lot more. Guess I’ll make up for lost time.” The vengeful Marvel relieved the cups of their bounty and immediately filled her hands for a proper squeezing.
Adelaide had been squirming since her air had been cut off, now she kicked into full blown writhing, not that it did anything to stop Deschain’s nails from gouging red furrows in her breasts. Eventually she narrowed her focus to a pincer grip and twisted as far as she could. The resulting wail sent a shiver of pleasure of Syd’s spine and she clenched her glutes to add a third pincer, this one to Brewster’s nose.
Aware that her mount was starting to fade, Sydney shifted her perch ever so slightly, just enough to let the greasy-faced lovely trapped beneath her take a deep breath. “Enjoying the old school FAWN, little girl? This crowd sure does love its bikini meat.”
Adelaide bristled at the use of such a pejorative in reference to herself and she spat, “You think this is over, old woman? There are seven more spots on this tour. I’ll get at least one more and then you’re going to RRRGGGGGHHHHHHH STAAAAAAHP!”
Deschain hit her with another titty twister, one that lasted for the better part of ten seconds. When she was done, the Mangler said, “You’re welcome to try, but let’s not get ahead of ourselves. See, back in the bad old days, girls in your position usually had one of two options. So tell me, Adelaide. Are you going to finish me?” Syd lowered her undercarriage to within an inch of the other brunette’s nose. “Or am I going to finish you?” She reached to Brewster’s black waistband and slipped the tips of three fingers underneath.
Breathing very, very slowly, Adelaide growled, “Keep your filthy crotch out of my face, old womNNNNGGGHHH!”
“Oh, it’s waaaaaaaaay too late for that.” Sydney snorted after reapplying the Reverse Face Sit with even more vigor. “But a promise is a promise. Hold on tight, sparkles.”
With that she slipped her hand all the way under Brewster’s bottoms and set to work on her prey’s womanhood. Three fingers crooked into a slight claw, hooked ‘em in deep, with a quick, persistent jabbing motion she’d last used to finish Renee Darkholm in one of the most taxing catfights of her career.
Adelaide twisted her hips this way and that, anything to free herself from that probing talon, but she couldn’t get any separation and soon the Weeping Angel’s hips were rising to meet her tormentor’s strokes. Pouring on the pressure as Adelaide neared exhaustion, Deschain kept ramping it up until finally…
“MMMMMMMGGGGHHAAAHHHHHHH!” Adelaide pushed onto her toes, a high, gorgeous arc that held for almost five seconds before collapsing into so much puddled unconsciousness.
Extracting her claw after a few final twitches, Sydney wiped the sheen off on Brewster’s tummy and muttered, “That’s all the stake I need.”
Finally pushing off her beaten, semiconscious rival, the Technical Marvel put a boot on Adelaide’s chest and allowed Carpenter to raise her hand. “Now that I’ve reminded you I can catfight,” Syd panted to the nearest camera, “I’d like to point out that the contract for Summer Swelter is still open. I would say it’s first come, first served, but that would be a poor choice of words. Whoever you are, I’ll see you in June.”
MIRANDA WAINWRIGHT:
TIFFANY MAYES:
“But it will not last half that time, if you heathens are lucky.” said a soft, cool voice from the darkness of the entryway. Sinners and saints alike booed enthusiastically when Miranda Wainright and Tiffany Mayes appeared atop the stage. Reacting to their hatred much as a wolf would treat the lowing of cattle, the Straight-Edge Siren smirked as she produced a microphone of her own. “Hear my words and hear them well, so-called ladies and gentlemen. Tonight you will bear witness to a miracle. The beginning of the end of a once proud warrior, one who once tasted the wrath of my Crusade yet still managed to lay low the woman I called my burning sword. For that and that alone I have ignored her many trespasses against the Waiting Dark, but that reprieve ended the moment she took up arms with those gibbering lunatics in the Frighteners. Her scalp will be a prized one and I have offered it to my bloody sister, who shall grace your presence after a proper introduction. Introducing first, hailing from Oxrun Station, Connecticut, she stands at five feet six inches tall and weighs in tonight at one hundred and nineteen pounds. She has a thousand faces and a million names, for now we call her ADELAIDE BREWSTER!”
The lights died as her name reached the rafters and the speakers answered the call, not with Midnight Syndicate but with the quietly eerie pop of Lorde’s ‘Glory and Gore’.
GLORY & GORE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=vEHHh8IBhpY
ADELAIDE BREWSTER:
For a moment there was nothing but darkness and pinpricks of cell phone light, then a few lights on either side of the stage ‘whoomped’ on to reveal Miranda and Tiffany standing in a carpet of ankle deep fog. Still no sign of final Churchgoer and that was the way it stayed until a cold blue light illuminated the gloomy recession leading to the curtain. A figure swung down from the ceiling of that narrow throat, a figure hanging by her knees from a bar suspended just out of camera view. Arms crossed over her chest, Adelaide Brewster opened her eyes, then twisted loose and landed on her feet just as her anthem warned ‘Now we’re in the ring and we’re coming for blood.’
Heading for the squared circle after a brief conference with her Dark Sisters (who then retreated to the back), Adelaide stretched her arms wide, which let her limber up while simultaneously providing the FAWNatics with a great view of her ring attire. In place of the antique ball gown, top hat and velvet number that it sheathed was a blood red one piece made of a mesh just fine enough to allow the discerning eye a glimpse of matching black bra and briefs lurking beneath. This outfit was completed with a clunky black belt complete with a buckle done up as a snarling wolf’s head and matching black boots and pads.
Reaching the ring quickly (because no one quite dared extend a hand) Adelaide slunk under the bottom ropes, popped to her feet and took ownership of a corner on the far side of the ring. Paying no attention to the presence behind her back, the Weeping Angel climbed to the second rope, titled her head back and ‘pppfffwoooooshed’ a cloud of red mist out over the first couple rows of fans. Blood properly let, she climbed down and backed into the far corner to await tonight’s feast.
With Brewster lurking like a harbinger of imminent doom, the Announcer was able to resume his duties without interference. “And introducing her opponent, hailing from Woodsboro California, she stands at five feet six inches tall and weighs in at one hundred and twenty seven pounds. She is the Technical Marvel, the Woodsboro Mangler, the brunette buzz saw… SYDNEY DESCHAIN!”
The Mayhem crowd returned its collective attention to the stage as the booming gong of ‘Wherever I May Roam’ called the Technical Marvel through the curtain. Welcomed by a thunderous roar of support, Deschain raised a hand, brushed a thumb against the tip of her nose, then lifted an index finger to the rafters. This gestured was repeated by the hundreds, making a suitable backdrop when Deschain arched an eyebrow to the camera that’d dollied up alongside. “A thousand faces, huh? Guess I’ll have to scuff all of ‘em."
SYDNEY DESCHAIN:
For her first solo encounter with the Weeping Angel, Deschain sported a black tankini with thin white trim and matte gray boots and pads. Acknowledging the signs entreating her not to leave with only the subtlest of nods, Syd kept her attention Adelaide, though she remained attuned to the noises on her six just in case Wainright and Mayes decided to attack from behind. The threat never materialized, but the Marvel still felt much better once she’d hopped onto the apron and slipped between the ropes. Marching to the center of the squared circle, she turned to Brewster and raised a fist to the rafters. Adelaide only sneered, so Deschain backed into the opposite corner and made no comment when Al Carpenter hurried over for the final pre-bell inspection.
The bell sounded and the crowd grew even louder. While no one could or would question the caliber of talent on the Marvel’s Retirement Tour ‘til this point, almost all of her opponents had been well established stars. Tonight however she faced off with a woman who was still in the midst of carving her niche in FAWN. And what a bloody, painful niche it was.
More eager to lock up than she’d ever let on, Adelaide Brewster forced herself to leave the corner like she had no place to be even though she wanted nothing more than to fill both hands with the veteran’s hair. Ambling toward her prey in a languid, lazy stalk, the Queen of Nightmares called, “You actually showed up. Part of me was worried you’d find some excuse to back out at the last second.”
Deschain put her elbows against the top rope and didn’t move, at least not yet. “And the other part?”
“Was looking forward to tracking you down in whatever rest home you ran off to.”
Sydney pushed off the buckles and started toward the Churchgoer, her own pace just as measured yet not at all hesitant. “I wouldn’t do that to you, Adelaide. Not after you had the courage to face me with Miranda and Tiffany in the back.”
Brewster turned with Deschain when the veteran moved to flank her, but she made no move to raise her hands. “I didn’t need them to beat Cynthia.” she replied coolly. “And I don’t need them to destroy you.”
“Probably not the best example, seeing as how Scandalous probably saved you from eating a faceful of Drop Out. Did she call you buttercup? I always smacked her when she pulled that crap.”
Adelaide started to answer, then pulled back and twisted to one side as the Mangler lunged for her waist. Avoiding it by the slimmest of margins, she wheeled around on one foot and smirked at the other brunette. “I couldn’t make out what she was saying at the end, what with my ass on her face. I think you’ll sound the same.”
Now it was Deschain who smirked. “I’ll remember that when you’re tapping out. Remember, if you want to breathe again, tap my ass, not the mat. I want everyone to know you know what beat--”
Brewster pounced so quickly she actually felt her fingertips brush Syd’s hair, yet the Marvel still twisted around behind before she could grab hold. Gifted with the younger woman’s back for the span between heartbeats, Deschain swatted, then squeezed Adelaide’s glutes. Not hard, but more than enough for Brewster to feel it.
Jerking away like she’d been scalded, the Weeping Angel rounded on her foe, then ‘flicked’ that red mesh one-piece back into place over her butt. “I’m glad I’m facing you now and not earlier in your career.” Adelaide said softly. “My destroying you would’ve meant nothing if we’d come up together. Now though, I can lay claim to being the last woman to drink from an ancient, albeit slightly overrated vintage.”
Sydney rolled her shoulders and raised her hands. “The only thing you’re drinking in tonight is the sight of the rafters from over the curve of my ass.”
“You’ll see less than that old woman.” Brewster answered with a nasty grin. “I mean to bury you from forehead to chin.” She stepped in abruptly, chesting against Deschain hard enough to rock her back half a step.
Returning the grind as soon as she caught her balance, Syd murmured, “Care to raise the stakes a bit, sweetie?”
Adelaide went nose to nose with her, she wasn’t about to let Deschain dictate anything about this contest. “What did you have in mind, old woman?”
“Submission only. Go for pins if you want, but anyone who wins this with a cradle or backslide might as well admit they can’t hang. Loser submits, winner gets a ride on her face so she can enjoy a little bit of old school FAWN fun. Up to the challenge, little girl?”
Brewster licked her lips. “More than. I was content to taste you tonight, Sydney Deschain. Now you’ll have the pleasure of tasting me, albeit in a far less pleasant capacity.”
She stepped off, brought her hands up and rocked Deschain back a few steps with a brisk shove. Far from intimidated by the tactic, Sydney resumed her circling, then stopped and raised one hand overhead. Adelaide regarded the challenge for a moment before closing in with one hand raised in-- “NNNGGGHHUUHH!” The Weeping Angel went low, wrapped both arms around the veteran’s waist and clamped down in a surprisingly brawny Bear Hug. Hands knotted against the small of the Marvel’s back, Adelaide dipped her knees and powered Sydney up onto her tiptoes, though she couldn’t get her much beyond that considering their almost identical builds.
“I can feel your heart beating.” Brewster cooed as she continued to pour on the squeeze. “Is that exhaustion, terror or both?”
“Neither.” the Mangler answered truthfully. “It’s surprise.” Squirming forcefully enough to return her boots to the mat, Syd raised her hands and almost laughed when Adelaide twisted her head, trying to keep her hair out of reach. That got the Churchgoer a brisk SMACK across the face, followed by a breathy grunt when Deschain gouged her elbows in against those constricting biceps.
“I’m not going to pull my way out of this, Addy.” the older brunette grunted. “I’m not even going to slap my way out, though you do slap good. I’m going to fight my way under your Hug, give you one of my own and see if those dainty little ribs of yours are as tough as your talNNNGGHHH!”
Adelaide stabbed a Kneelift into Sydney’s tummy, then followed with two more in rapid succession. “Good luck with that, dear.” she purred. “Don’t strain anything though, I hear the waiting list for hip replacements gets longer every--”
Syd SLAPPED Brewster again and raaaaaked some nails down her face for good measure. Repeating the previous elbow jab to opposing biceps, Deschain squared her feet and started working her arms down through the Hug. The first part was the hardest, but once her elbows were clear it was only a few seconds work to slip her arms around Adelaide’s waist and do some squeezing of her own.
Baring her teeth as breathing grew difficult, Brewster shook her head ‘no’ to shut down Carpenter’s stupid question, then darted both hands up and grabbed hold of Deschain’s hair. “That all you got, sweetie?” Syd growled in regards to the fire in her scalp. Adelaide jerked her head back n’ forth for a few seconds, mostly because she liked hearing the other brunette hiss through her teeth.
“You haven’t seen a fraction of what I’ve got.” she sneered after settling down a bit. “And if you’re lucky you never will.” Then she jerked Sydney’s startled face down into her cleavage and wrapped both arms across the back of her head. Gripping her own elbows for leverage, Brewster scrubbed her mesh-sheathed chest against Sydney’s protesting mug. “How does that feel against your screams, old woman?” Brewster’s voice was smug despite the Bear Hug biting into her ribs. “Feels pretty good to me. I hope you can scream that loud after half an hour, I don’t want you passing out before I can ride your OOOWWW! “
The Marvel bit down on Brewster’s encroaching rack, the pain of it all the more jarring because she hadn’t expected it. “HEY!” she barked at the referee. “This cheap bytch is biting my tits! Get her oFFHOOOAAAAHHHNNNNNNGGGH!”
Desirous of separation but wanting it on her terms, Sydney dropped into a deep crouch, popped her hips and flung Adelaide halfway across the squared circle with an Overhead Belly to Belly Suplex. Brewster landed flat on her back and immediately rolled over onto her stomach so she could better press a hand to her aching spine.
OVERHEAD BELLY TO BELLY SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=dvMPIfKkKDM
Elsewhere, Sydney pushed to one knee and took a few deep breaths to remove the flush from her cheeks. When it was gone, she asked, “Were you just whining to the referee? I thought you were supposed to be a monster, not the hoariest old cliché in all of young adult literature.”
Adelaide looked up, the pain from the Suplex mostly forgotten as she glared daggers at the veteran. Raising herself up on one knee, the Queen of Nightmares replied, “I’d rather be a hoary cliché than a clichéd whore.”
Sydney smirked and returned to full verticality. “Sticks and stones may break my bones, Brewster. But words can never quite describe what I’m going to do to you.”
Adelaide joined her and started to circle. While some thought the utter lack of fear from the Marvel would unnerve the younger brunette, Adelaide actually found it refreshing. Oh, it was annoying, no question about that. But too often she’d won the psychological battle before the bell even sounded. It was the prospect of instilling fresh fear in this worn out warhorse that brought a crooked smile to Brewster’s lips. Slowing to a halt when there were still several feet between them, the Churchgoer held her right hand high and said, “You think you can intimidate me with words, old woman? Lock hands with me. Then we’ll see who’s intimidated.”
Deschain never hesitated, she merely strode up, ‘smecked’ her left palm against Brewster’s and THWHAP! Adelaide caught her flush on the chin with a textbook Forearm Smash. Vociferous boos greeted the cheap shot, not that they were enough to drown out the evil silver tinkle of Brewster’s laughter. Segueing from Knuckle-Lock to Wristlock in an instant, she stepped back to stretch Syd’s arm out full length, then spun it in a wide circle that put immediate pressure on the Mangler’s shoulder. Lined up in front of and slightly to the left of her opposition, Adelaide stepped back on her left heel and CRAAACK!
The anticipated Hook Kick never amounted to anything because Deschain darted in and clapped the younger woman’s face with a gaudy Bytch Slap. Staggered by the swift counter, Brewster reached up to check her cheek so Sydney seized that wrist and twisted around behind to apply a Hammerlock. Apparently that was only step one because the Marvel halved her control over the simple hold en route to dipping under her adversary’s unencumbered arm. A short Headbutt jabbed to Brewster’s stinging cheek made it all the simpler for Deschain to claim the other wrist, which she promptly folded into a second Hammerlock.
With both of Adelaide’s arms effectively pinioned between her shoulders, Sydney locked her hands and pulled the Weeping Angel in for a long, breath-stealing Bear Hug. Shifting her weight back just enough to lift the squirming brunette onto tiptoes, Syd let Adelaide carry the pressure for a few more seconds before she said, “I’m not here to intimidate you, Brewster. I’m here to toss you around like a laundry bag for the amusement of these people. But if you WANT to be intimidated,” she drew the Churchgoer in that much closer, all the better to whisper in her ear, “I can start stripping you down one layer at a time. Would you like that, little girLEEERRRGGhhhhhhhh!”
Motivated by the burning pain in her shoulders, Adelaide lowered her head and chomped down on the soft flesh at the base of Deschain’s neck. Syd stumbled for a moment before regaining her balance with the Hammerlocks and neck nosh still in place. “Stop biting me, sweetie.” the Mangler demanded through clenched teeth. “Don’t make me make RRRGGHHH!” Adelaide kept chewing in spite of warnings from her foe and the referee, meaning Syd felt no qualms about pulling up on the Hammerlocks that much harder.
Brewster squealed through her mouthful of veteran, pushed onto her toes to alleviate the pressure and promptly went for a ride when Syd dropped her knees and popped her hips. No swooping overhead arc this time, Deschain kept the two of ‘em close through a taut half circle that ended with Adelaide sandwiched between Sydney and the canvas. To make matters worse, she landed atop her trapped arms, the THWHUMP of that impact sending lightning bolts from fingertip to shoulder and back again.
While far from certain of victory at that particular point, Deschain was pleased enough with the Suplex to climb aboard the younger woman’s waist. Helping herself to a grip on each of Brewster’s wrists (both arms were swaddled against her chest so she could massage elbows and biceps) Syd pinned them overhead, then leaned down body on body to slide her boots in against Adelaide’s calves. A simple stretch of her own gams wrenched Adelaide’s legs apart and completed the Double Leg Grapevine, which in turn gave Al and the crowd a reason to count off…
ONE…
TWO…
Adelaide got a shoulder off the mat in time to break the count but Sydney stayed glued to her mount. In fact, she elevated her hips and SMECKED them against Brewster’s tummy to force a breathy grunt from the brunette’s lips while the ref tried again…
ONE…
TWO…
The other shoulder up this time, then down again just as quickly. The Marvel stretched her rival’s stems a little wider, pushed up and smashed her trunks against Adelaide’s, an *almost* Low Blow that earned the startled ‘stop it!’ sort of bleat that Deschain was looking for.
Spread out strong and thick atop the flagging fanatic, Syd pressed her lips to Brewster’s ear and muttered, “Got a strong heartbeat for a monster, sweetie. Gonna have fun breaking it.” Then Al was in place and counting yet again…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
Adelaide twisted her head to one side, bit into Deschain’s cheek and earned her freedom with half a second to spare. Rolling away to get some much needed air, the Weeping Angel watched the Marvel totter upright and decided oxygen debt be damned, it was time to press the advantage. Thusly she bounded up and was bearing down on the other brunette after a few long strides.
No mind games or parlor tricks now, Brewster tagged Sydney’s chin with a trio of THWHAPPING Forearm Smashes and followed those with an equally stiff pair of Bytch Slaps. She found the CRAAACK of palm on face oddly dissatisfying tonight Adelaide switched over to a barrage of hooks to the tits and tummy and a single saloon worthy Haymaker to the chin. Battered into the ropes by this toothy whirlwind, Deschain started to anchor an arm over the top rope but that came to an abrupt when Brewster pounded a Kneelift into her tummy.
“No escape now old woman.” Adelaide growled into her opponent’s pain-scrunched face, “It’s time you understand who you’re dealing with.”
The Queen of Nightmares took a giant step back, dropped a shoulder and sent Deschain hurtling to the opposite side of the ring with an Irish--NO! Cheers from the Mayhem crowd as Syd dug in her heels to reverse the momentum of the Whip before Adelaide could release. Sent to the strands in her foe’s place, Brewster practically launched herself off to make sure she had plenty of momentum when she kicked her left leg up and, “DAMMIT!”
The Mangler tilted her head to one side and Adelaide’s foot zipped over her right shoulder. Hands locked behind Adelaide’s head as soon as the strike wiffed, Deschain went nose to nose with the Churchgoer and chided, “I do understand who I’m dealing with, Adelaide. That’s why you’re getting your ass kicARRRRGGGGGGGHHHHH!”
Brewster pursed her lips and ‘PFFFAAWWHOOOOOSSSHED!’ the Red Mist from so close it hit Sydney’s face in a jet instead of a cloud. Ignoring every scream that didn’t issue from her blinded adversary, the Weeping Angel tore loose of the Cradle and clamped down on Deschain’s left wrist. After a quick Arm Wringer she stepped up n’ over the exposed limb to twist it behind her right thigh, then she hooked her right arm under Syd’s right bicep and hopped up across her back in a slightly modified Crucifix. Pressed tight against the other brunette’s upper back, Brewster yanked back with all her strength and ripped Sydney loose from moorings. THWHUMP! The Mangler landed stacked on the back of her head and shoulders, those vaunted legs of hers folded up in a wriggling Matchbook while the ref was forced to count…
CRUCIFIX DRIVER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ll4-9FGszzk
ONE…
TWO…
Deschain wrenched an arm loose from Brewster’s clutches and that was just enough to get her flopped over onto her stomach before ‘THREE!’
Scrambling up from his knees, Carpenter didn’t actually lay a hand on Adelaide, he did however make a point of stepping between her and the blinded brunette. “What the hell was that, Adelaide?” he barked. “Give me one good reason why I shouldn’t disqualify you right now!”
She licked a bit of red from her chin, turned her head to one side and spat a bloody glob only inches from the ref’s foot. “I can’t do that, Carpenter. In fact, you have every right to call for the bell at any time. But tell me, do you really think this old lioness…” Adelaide darted around him and dropped to one knee, spiking the bony joint between Deschain’s shoulders. “Would be pleased if you gave her the win by DQ?” The Churchgoer snatched a handful of Syd’s hair, wrenched her neck back at an unpleasant angle and cupped her other hand under opposing chin. “ANSWER ME, CARPENTER!” she roared / cackled at him. “DOES THIS OLD BYTCH WANNA TAKE THE EASY WAY OUT? DOES SHE? DOES SHE?”
Al knew Syd would almost certainly have his ass if he stopped the match for anything short of a shiv, so he held his tongue, which delighted the Weeping Angel to no end.
“I f*cking thought not.” she bounced the Marvel’s forehead off the mat, then pulled it up again to inspect the Rorschach pattern left by the older woman’s reddened features. Falling abruptly silent, Adelaide looked up at the official and shook her head. “Forgive me, Carpenter. Sometimes I can get a little… overzealous. There was no call for me to soil the otherwise unmarred canvas of our battleground. Please, allow me to make things right.”
Just how she intended to do this was not immediately clear, as Brewster collected a double handful of hair and dragged the sputtering Marvel to her knees. The light of illumination banished the collective ignorance of everyone in the arena when the Queen of Nightmares jabbed out one hand and snatched the referee by his collar. Adelaide yanked her pair of burdens forward, stuffing Sydney’s sticky mug into Carpenter’s stomach, his heretofore pristine stripes muddied by red as Brewster transformed him into little more than an oversized washcloth.
“There!” she dismissed Al with a sharp shove and doubled down on the hair-hold once again. “Too many hard miles to be as good as new, but at least it won’t be a horror show when I sit on your face.”
Syd made no verbal response to this, she did however grab Brewster’s wrists so the younger woman bounced a quick Kneelift off the back of her skull so she was nice and docile when hauled to boot leather. Once they were both vertical Adelaide spun Sydney in a half circle and greeted her with a stiff Headbutt between the eyes. Stunned but otherwise sturdy, Deschain didn’t realize her foe had taken flight until Brewster’s boots landed astride her thighs. Syd’s arms instinctively went to Adelaide’s lower legs in hopes of stuffing the Monkey Flip, alas, that played directly into the Churchgoer’s hands. Leaning in close, she looped an arm around the back of Deschain’s head, then dropped back and laid out full length to THWHUNK her foe’s noggin into the canvas via the Wolfsbane DDT.
WOLFSBANE DDT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=DzK-kx8ztEU
Planted like a tent spike, Syd tumbled over into a starfish, which made her the perfect cushion when Adelaide floated over into a Crossbody. Hooking the far leg for good measure, Brewster bared her teeth for the hard camera while Al and the crowd tolled…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
Syd kicked out and turned onto one side, her back to the other woman.
Angered by this cow’s stubborn refusal to understand the inevitable, Adelaide leaned down to purr, “Miranda made it very clear that I couldn’t peel the skin off your back tonight. Thankfully I know another kind of flaying that’s almost as fun.”
‘Fun’ was trembling on her lips when the Queen of Nightmares when she snatched the bottom edge of Deschain’s top in both hands. Two violent yanks got it up to just south of her breasts and another pair pulled it free entirely, leaving the veteran bare-chested in a FAWN ring for the first time in a very long while. Twirling the shorn tank like some mad party favor, Adelaide let it drop to about shoulder level so she could better present it to the crowd. “Mine.” she explained with a red smile. “And there might make it a complete set, if the old bytch doesn’t go out when I think she should.”
That brought a much happier reaction than Brewster would’ve expected, but instead of playing to the heathens she whirled around and sure enough, Deschain had fought to all fours. Frowning, Brewster pulled her trophy into a makeshift garrote and stepped in so that she had a boot on either side of the veteran’s hips. A flick of her wrists got the noose around Deschain’s neck and Adelaide crossed her wrists in an ‘X’ to pull it that much tighter.
“Go on, crawl for the ropes old woman.” Adelaide chided the gasping grappler. “Crawl all that way on the hope that I MIGHT let you go when HEY!”
Syd grabbed Brewster’s right heel and probably would’ve dumped her to the mat if the Churchgoer hadn’t dug both knees into her rival’s ribs and tugged back all the harder on her garrote. Fed up with Adelaide’s manipulation of the rules, Carpenter stepped up and swatted her wrists twice. “Toss that thing away right now Brewster or so help me I will disqualify your ass. ONE! TWO! THREE!”
The Weeping Angel let loose not because she believed the threat, but because she’d freed her foot from the penitent woman’s grasp. Without missing a beat she pushed onto her toes and sat out, THWHUMPING the heavy curve of her buttocks against the small of Deschain’s back in the process. Sydney groaned loudly enough to make Brewster believe she’d have a moment to collect her thoughts so she was doubly irritated when the Mangler immediately crawled out from under on her way to the ropes.
“Not a chance, crone.” Gliding after her, Adelaide pivoted a quarter turn and brought the plank of her left shin down atop Syd’s thighs, just beneath the curve of her glutes. In the next heartbeat she helped herself to Deschain’s ankles and crossed them right over left, the squashed ‘X’ pulled snug against Brewster’s encroaching thigh. To further secure the knot she threaded her right leg over Sydney’s exposed right foot and trapped it in the pit of that knee before hooking her own ankles together.
If she’d gone for a Crossface, Sleeper or any other kind of head control it would’ve made for an impressive STF, instead Adelaide leeeeeeaaaaaaaned in against Deschain’s back to apply intense pressure on those knotted stems. “Can you drag yourself without legs, Sydney?” the Weeping Angel asked. “Or are you ready to admit you’re looking forward to the taste of my ass?”
Deschain braced her elbows against the mat and pulled the both of them several inches closer to the ropes. Frankly surprised and annoyed by the older wrestler’s mobility in spite of her binding efforts, Adelaide lowered a shoulder and rolled onto her back, which meant Sydney was forced to do the same. In the end it looked some bizarre version of the Figure Four, one where Brewster was seated almost perpendicular to and beneath her prey’s tortured legs. Lacing her hands around the Marvel’s right knee, Adelaide leaned back again and jerked the joint forward and backward.
RIGHTEOUS LEGLOCK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=bjKq0YgvKYg
“You think I won’t pop it?” Brewster snarled at the hissing brunette. “Just keep holding on and you’ll find out. I have no qualms about putting you in a wheelchair for six months, old woman!”
Sydney had heard just about every threat imaginable during the course of her twenty-plus year wrestling career and she knew by Brewster’s tone that she meant every word, but she also knew the capabilities and tolerances of her own body and wasn’t concerned about her legs giving way anytime soon. So she braced her palms against the mat, pushed up as best she could and continued dragging / sliding her way toward the ropes.
The resumption of movement drew Adelaide’s attention away from her ministrations long enough for her to realize the ropes were almost within the Marvel’s grasp. Loathe to relinquish her Leglock for anything less than a bawling surrender, the Churchgoer sat up and PWAAAKED a fist into her opponent’s gulping abdomen. “Give it up.” she demanded. “Begging for release in the ropes is beneath you.”
Deschain flipped hair off her face and countered, “Don’t be angry with the ropes, Adelaide. It’s not their fault my legs are stronger than yours.”
Brewster sent a strong pulse through her gammy knot and relished the look of pain on Syd’s face. “My legs are more than enough to deal with you, hag. I just thought an antique like you would want to keep a little pride.” She squeezed the Leglock again, then pounded a Hammer Punch into Deschain’s exposed knee for good measure. Sydney bared her teeth in something like a smile and very slowly, very deliberately, draaaaaagged herself to within a foot of the bottom rope. “Last warning, Deschain.” Adelaide threatened. “Surrender now or beg later.”
The trapped veteran leaned forward to answer. “You. Don’t. Scare. Me. BellaAAARRRGGGGGHHHHHH BYTCH!”
The Weeping Angel curled her right hand into a murderous claw, fitted it against the center of Sydney’s trunks and bore down with a grip like a miniature bear trap. Knocked to her back by the power of the pain radiating from her undercarriage, Deschain took a shuddering breath, then jerked a shoulder off the mat when she realized Al had counted…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOO!
More careful after that, she looked above her and saw the ropes oh so close, yet still so far away. Elbows set at an angle, she pushed up and thumped forward. Pushed up and thumped forward. Pushed up and thumped THERE! Sydney wrapped both hands around the bottom rope and demanded, “Get her off, Al. Get that bytch off of my legs and out of my trunkSSEEEEERRRRRRGGGGHHH!”
Determined to take all she could in the last few seconds, Brewster released the claw just long enough to slip that same hand up through the left leg hole of Syd’s briefs. Talon set against bare skin, Adelaide worked her grip into the Marvel’s sanctum sanctorum and ransacked the place until the official reached ‘FOUR!’ Undoing the Leglock before the Crotch Claw, Adelaide pushed to one knee and showed three fingers to the crowd before wiping them off on Sydney’s hip.
“Hope you enjoyed the respite.” Brewster told the mewling Mangler. “That’s the last bit of pleasure you’ll know for a very long time.”
Though it was tempting to go back to the damage she’d done south of her prey’s waistband, Adelaide settled for a double handful of hair if only because the referee was watching her like a hawk. Hauling Deschain upright on jellied legs that looked to give way at any second, Brewster dragged her to mid-ring and welcomed her in with a big Front Facelock. “BEWARE OF THIS RING ONCE THE SUN GOES DOWN, CHATTEL!” she admonished the crowd in a tone Miranda would’ve appreciated a great deal. “BECAUSE HERE… here there be monsters.” Armed with her Facelock and a huge handful of black bottoms, the Queen of Nightmares yanked Deschain up at a near perfect forty-five degrees, then laid out on her back to THWHUNK the crown of her skull into the canvas with an Impaler DDT.
IMPALER DDT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=F_Uiasewl50
Syd tumbled onto her back with both arms splayed bonelessly overhead, the dictionary definition of defenseless as Adelaide crawled aboard, grabbed hold of her wrists and pinned them to the canvas. And just because she could, the Weeping Angel leeeeeeeeaned in close and pressed her breasts to Syd’s face, the perfect way to end this charade of a tour. Still close to the action after that prolonged trip to the ropes, Al dove in and slapped the mat…
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO!
Sydney popped her hips and rolled Adelaide loose with less than a whisper between herself and defeat. Brewster hissed at the official, who offered no other comment than two fingers to reaffirm his count.
Using the moment to catch her breath, Adelaide ran a hand through her hair and nodded. “Fine. If I can’t break your spirit I’ll be happy to tear out your heart.”
On that cheery note she snatched hold of the other brunettes ankles and dragged her to the center of the squared circle. A bit of maneuvering got Deschain right where the Churchgoer wanted her and a single quick stomp atop the navel kept her from moving while Adelaide stalked to the corner. Top rope gripped in both hands, Brewster dropped into a slight crouch, then launched herself up and twisted around in mid-air to land on the top floor facing her breathless adversary. Perched like some terribly beautiful portent of doom, Adelaide Brewster looked out over the seething sea of sinners and told them, “Tears are wept when Marvels fall. And Midnight comes for one and all.”
She sprang out into the void, curled both heels up into her glutes and grabbed hold of her ankles to make sure the daggers of her knees were pointed straight down when they THAWHUNK! Sydney rolled away and Adelaide landed full force on the empty mat, her kneepads doing almost nothing to cushion the crushing blow. Adelaide popped like the canvas was electrified but collapsed almost immediately because she couldn’t decide how to distribute her weight between the throbbing joints. A second attempt allowed her to make it to one knee, where she stayed for several seconds while trying to massage away the very worst of the hurt.
Fairly certain that her left leg was ok, Brewster started to get up again, making sure to keep the majority of her weight on that leg. True verticality was only heartbeats away when a freshly-risen Sydney closed in from behind and grabbed hold of the Churchgoer’s ankle. Forcing Addy’s heel against her tush with one hand. Deschain looped the other around her foe’s waist and wedged her head under Brewster’s right arm. Hands knotted against Adelaide’s trunks to keep the fresh cradle in place, Sydney dipped her knees and popped her hips to take the younger grappler up, over and DOWN onto the back of her head with a THWHUMPING Leg Cradle Backdrop Suplex.
LEG CRADLE BACKDROP SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=nLYobRvTu8c
Stacked high and tight, Adelaide’s loose leg pumped madly, not that it was enough to stop Carpenter from counting…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
A kick that sent a bolt of pain from her hip to her toes also proved just enough to pull Brewster loose of the predicament. Her own aches and pains much subdued by the sound of Adelaide’s labored breathing, Sydney turned onto one knee, worked her hands into the Churchgoer’s hair and slowly raised the both of ‘em to boot leather. “You are going to have one hell of a career, Brewster.” Sydney said after she’d drilled a knee into her opponent’s belly. “In fact, I think it’s safe to say you’re a future World Champion.” Snugged in against Adelaide’s left side, Deschain reached under the brunette’s left arm with her right and cupped the back of opposing neck. Once she’d pulled Brewster into a slight crunch, Syd hooked her left arm under the Weeping Angel’s left leg and jerked it off the mat, her second cradle in as many minutes. “But of all the goals you will accomplish, hanging an ‘L’ around my neck is not one of them.”
Adelaide’s grunt of response turned into a shriek of surprise when Sydney flung her up n’ over, the Churchgoer THWHAMMED down on the back of her head and shoulders halfway across the ring thanks to A Stir of Echoes.
STIR OF ECHOES @ 1:00
www.youtube.com/watch?v=WYFYue_cdzA
Arms swaddled around her aching skull, Brewster slopped onto her side and curled into as tight a ball as possible in the hope that Sydney could be dissuaded against launching another attack on her noggin. In this she was successful, albeit only because the battle-tested brunette had another target in mind.
Limping up beside her prone rival, Deschain drove her heel into Adelaide’s ribs half a dozen times, then shifted her attention south and claimed ownership of both her ankles. One tug was more than enough for Brewster to understand what Sydney had planned and she straightened out at once, her hands stretched longingly to the ropes which were still a few feet distant. Undeterred, Adelaide smacked her elbows into the mat and started closing the distance. It’d shrank to about half when Sydney really clamped down and draaaaaaaagged her back to the center of the ring.
“NO!” Brewster roared, her tone a perfect storm of outrage and desperation. “LET GO, DAMN YOU”
Alas, the Marvel didn’t let go. She stretched her opponent’s legs into a wide ‘V’, lined up her shot and snapped a quick Toe Kick into the back of Adelaide’s left thigh. Adelaide yelped but resumed her efforts to reach the ropes rather than protect her gams to Deschain kicked the right for good measure. Still no effort from the Churchgoer to protect her vulnerable stems, so Sydney kept kicking the backs of her thighs until Brewster got a bit too close to the strands again. Then she draaaaaaaaagged her back to deep water and dropped to one knee, the other of which she THUMPED into the pit of Adelaide’s left knee.
“EERRGGHHH FAAAAHHK!” The Queen of Nightmares pounded a pair of fists against the mat, then locked eyes with Deschain for the first time since the Knee Drop had gone sideways. “Stop wasting my time old woman.” she growled. “Either test me. Or let me go.”
“Oh, I will.” Sydney confirmed. “Just wanted to make sure these frail little legs of yours could hold up before I applied some real pressure.”
“F*ck you. My legs are stronger than yours ever NNNnnngghhh!”
Sydney stepped through the gate of Brewster’s gams with her right leg and planted it beside the younger woman’s left hip. Then she folded Adelaide’s left leg over her own encroaching shin and tucked that shin into the pit of the trapped woman’s right knee. With Brewster’s left ankle hanging out and exposed, Syd stepped over it with her left leg, then wedged it into the pit of her knee and dropped onto her tush to cinch on the modified Figure Four she called the Mangler.
THE MANGLER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=mvFUn1yXsco
If Adelaide’s movements had been worried before, they were downright frantic now, as the pressure on her knees made the aches left by her failed Knee Drop that much more unpleasant. She didn’t shriek, howl or beg however, in truth, Adelaide was eerily silent as she inched her way across the mat for the third time in as many minutes. And Sydney didn’t make it easy for her, that’s for damned sure. The Marvel kept her hands braced against the canvas at all times and would do the same with her butt when Brewster tried to move, thus turning herself into a hundred and thirty-plus pound anchor.
Things got even worse when the knee-shot brunette stopped to catch her breath. That’s when Deschain lifted her butt off the mat and jostled up n’ down until the Queen of Nightmares got moving again. Fantasizing about how her vengeance would taste, Adelaide powered through and finally, FINALLY grabbed hold of the bottom rope. “Ropes.” she growled to Al Carpenter. “I’m in the ropes, now get this heathen cunt off me.”
Sydney undid the Leglock without comment or warning, but when Adelaide tried to slide under the ropes she grabbed her ankles and stood up fast. All of Brewster’s relief vanished in a flash and she gripped the bottom strand tighter than ever. “I am in the ropes you old BYTCH!”
“I know.” Sydney agreed. “Let’s see if you can stay there.”
Adelaide looked to Al to plead her case and that’s when the Mangler THUMPED a Kneedrop into her vulnerable undercarriage. The Weeping Angel yowled to high heaven as her hands popped open and her butt endured a short, unpleasant bit of canvas burn as Deschain lugged her out to center ring once again.
“That was uncalled for, Syd.” Carpenter said of the Low Blow once his charges had drawn to a stop.
“So was stuffing her fingers all up in my junk, Al.” the veteran countered. “She dished it out just fine, now she’s gonna take it.” Using her ankle grips, Sydney rolled Adelaide onto her stomach then climbed aboard, her feet digging painfully into the backs of Brewster’s thighs. From there she squatted down and folded the Churchgoer’s lower legs up so she could angle the younger woman’s shins against her own. Against anyone else it would’ve meant a Romero Stretch was in the works. Against Sydney Deschain it meant something else entirely, which was why Adelaide went wild in a last ditch effort to return to the ropes. But with her legs removed from the equation, the Queen of Nightmares could only delay the inevitable and even then it wasn’t for very long.
As patient now as she had been at the start of their battle, Syd smacked Adelaide in the ribs a few times, then took hold of her wrists when she reached back to stop the punishment. Standing up, Deschain rocked up n’ down a few times, each go ‘round lifting Brewster’s chest a little higher off the mat. Finally she tipped over and ended up on her back with the younger woman suspended above her.
“NO!” Adelaide tucked her chin against her chest, desperate to keep her head out of reach and thus avoid the doom breathing down her neck. “LET GO OF ME, DESCHAIN! YOU CAN’T DO THIS TO MEERRRRGGGHHHHAAAAAAHHHH!”
Sydney pulled down on her wrists which lowered Brewster’s head until the Marvel was able to switch over to an Inverted Facelock.
WHISPERING SCREAM:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=-etlWovEbB0
Whispering Scream secure, Deschain pulled back on the Facelock and pushed up with her feet, putting intense pressure on Adelaide’s neck and traumatized knees. With one arm trapped in the other brunette’s clutches, Brewster could only flail as Sydney did her best to bend her in half. She did manage to land a few shots to the veteran’s ribs, but the angle was poor and impact negligible.
While she hadn’t thought it possible, things actually did get worse for Adelaide when Syd leaned forward to bring the both of them to a seat. The new arrangement gave Deschain even more leverage and she craaaaaaaaaaaanked back so hard it looked like her foe’s mesh one-piece might split at any second. Give the devil her due, Adelaide fought ‘til the end, even managing to bury her loose hand in Sydney’s hair for a few good tugs. But it wasn’t enough to dissuade the Marvel and the final straw came when Deschain halved the Facelock to apply a white-knuckle grip to her opponent’s crotch.
“GIVE!” Adelaide keened as she started slapping the mat. “I give up! Now let go of me!”
The ref called for the bell and Deschain shoved her beaten adversary loose, unfortunately for Brewster her night wasn’t quite over. After all, there was a wager to fulfill. She’d only just rolled onto her back when Sydney knee-walked over and sat heavily on the younger woman’s face.
“MMRRRRPPPGGHHH!”
Adelaide started smacking the mat again, not that Deschain paid it any heed. The victrix only shifted her shins, the better to move her prey’s arms over her head where they couldn’t cause any problems. “Promised you a little bit of old school FAWN,” Sydney huffed as she ground her cheeks down against the trapped woman’s nose. “Just think of it as a learning experience. One that’ll teach you to respect your elders.”
Brewster’s only response was a muffled squeak, so Deschain grabbed a huge double handful of that mesh sheath and tore it from neckline to navel with a single dry RRRRRIIIIIP!
It was about that time that the Announcer confirmed what everyone already knew. “Ladies and gentlemen, your winner via submission… SYDNEY DESCHAIN!”
Syd pulled the torn garment open, giving the crowd a better view of the black bikini that armored the most intimate of her opponent’s curves. “Damn. Should’ve worked these over a lot more. Guess I’ll make up for lost time.” The vengeful Marvel relieved the cups of their bounty and immediately filled her hands for a proper squeezing.
Adelaide had been squirming since her air had been cut off, now she kicked into full blown writhing, not that it did anything to stop Deschain’s nails from gouging red furrows in her breasts. Eventually she narrowed her focus to a pincer grip and twisted as far as she could. The resulting wail sent a shiver of pleasure of Syd’s spine and she clenched her glutes to add a third pincer, this one to Brewster’s nose.
Aware that her mount was starting to fade, Sydney shifted her perch ever so slightly, just enough to let the greasy-faced lovely trapped beneath her take a deep breath. “Enjoying the old school FAWN, little girl? This crowd sure does love its bikini meat.”
Adelaide bristled at the use of such a pejorative in reference to herself and she spat, “You think this is over, old woman? There are seven more spots on this tour. I’ll get at least one more and then you’re going to RRRGGGGGHHHHHHH STAAAAAAHP!”
Deschain hit her with another titty twister, one that lasted for the better part of ten seconds. When she was done, the Mangler said, “You’re welcome to try, but let’s not get ahead of ourselves. See, back in the bad old days, girls in your position usually had one of two options. So tell me, Adelaide. Are you going to finish me?” Syd lowered her undercarriage to within an inch of the other brunette’s nose. “Or am I going to finish you?” She reached to Brewster’s black waistband and slipped the tips of three fingers underneath.
Breathing very, very slowly, Adelaide growled, “Keep your filthy crotch out of my face, old womNNNNGGGHHH!”
“Oh, it’s waaaaaaaaay too late for that.” Sydney snorted after reapplying the Reverse Face Sit with even more vigor. “But a promise is a promise. Hold on tight, sparkles.”
With that she slipped her hand all the way under Brewster’s bottoms and set to work on her prey’s womanhood. Three fingers crooked into a slight claw, hooked ‘em in deep, with a quick, persistent jabbing motion she’d last used to finish Renee Darkholm in one of the most taxing catfights of her career.
Adelaide twisted her hips this way and that, anything to free herself from that probing talon, but she couldn’t get any separation and soon the Weeping Angel’s hips were rising to meet her tormentor’s strokes. Pouring on the pressure as Adelaide neared exhaustion, Deschain kept ramping it up until finally…
“MMMMMMMGGGGHHAAAHHHHHHH!” Adelaide pushed onto her toes, a high, gorgeous arc that held for almost five seconds before collapsing into so much puddled unconsciousness.
Extracting her claw after a few final twitches, Sydney wiped the sheen off on Brewster’s tummy and muttered, “That’s all the stake I need.”
Finally pushing off her beaten, semiconscious rival, the Technical Marvel put a boot on Adelaide’s chest and allowed Carpenter to raise her hand. “Now that I’ve reminded you I can catfight,” Syd panted to the nearest camera, “I’d like to point out that the contract for Summer Swelter is still open. I would say it’s first come, first served, but that would be a poor choice of words. Whoever you are, I’ll see you in June.”
