Post by alyadmirer on Aug 21, 2015 1:34:26 GMT
The Summertime Bruise crowd was still buzzing about the last row when the lights went out. A cheer rose in their place, as did a the speakers, which provided a wailing chant and a simple two-part palm-powered percussion. Two parts soon became three, which became who knows how many when the FAWNatics lent their hands and feet to the effort. The clap-along was about twenty seconds old when the lyrics joined in.
A MERCILESS ANTHEM:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=LkIWmsP3c_s
Be careful making wishes in the dark, dark
Can't be sure when they've hit their mark
And besides in the mean, mean time
I'm just dreaming of tearing you apart
Spotlights zeroed in on the stage and several points throughout the arena but the woman in question remained stubbornly out sight, save for a half dozen identically lissome shadows closing in on the ring.
I'm in the de-details with the devil
So now the world can never get me on my level
I just gotta get you off the cage
I'm a young lover's rage
Gonna need a spark to ignite
Most of the FAWNatics were already singing along by that point and even those too drunk to carry a tune in a bucket lent their voices to the last part of this modern day incantation.
‘MY SONGS KNOW WHAT YOU DID IN THE DAAAAAAAAAAARK…’
‘SO LIGHT ‘EM UP!’
MERCY ELLIS:
The lights exploded, illuminating Mercy Ellis perched confidently at the top of the ramp. For her very first showdown with one of FAWN‘s lightweight pillars the Blonde with the Iron Fists wore midnight black bikini bottoms and a matching sports bra, black boots with white shin-guards and a battered pair of MMA-style striker’s gloves. As was her custom, the blonde’s hair was pulled back in a sleek, swishy ponytail that fell halfway to the small of her back.
Finally able to start once Ellis headed toward the ring, the Announcer called, "Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall with a thirty minutes time limit. Now coming down the aisle, hailing from Cedar Hill Ohio, standing at five feet four inches tall and weighing in at one hundred and twenty-five pounds, she is the Heartless Wonder, the Assassin… MERCY ELLIS!”
Marching to the squared circle with a lack of theatrics that was almost ostentatious in its simplicity, Mercy made good time and was atop the steel steps in time for the second chorus. Ellis wiped her boots on the apron, then slipped through the ropes and mounted the ropes to properly salute all those who screamed her name. Raising both hands to chest level, she made a show of craaaaaaaacking her knuckles, then slammed her left fist into her right palm a few times for good measure. When the music started to fade she hopped down and turned to face the stage. She wanted eyes on her foe the instant she stepped into view.
The Announcer didn’t not make the fans wait long after the Heartless Wonder hit the ring.. “And introducing her opponent, hailing from Altoona Pennsylvania, she stands at five feet three inches tall and weighs in tonight at one hundred and twenty-three pounds. She is the Suplex Machine, and She is the only two time FAWN Lightweight Champion… THE PENNSYLVANIA POWERHOUSE …WENDY SMITH!”
Fans of throws and hot brunettes were already on their feet by the time Paramore hit the speakers.
MISERY BUSINESS:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=36ZOfeQKXUs
WENDY SMITH:
It wasn’t too long thereafter that the lightweight stalwart and pocket hurricane came breezing through the curtain. Coming to a stop at the top of the ramp Wendy simply stopped, threw up her fists and bellowed, “YEEEEAAAH!” The greeting was thrown back at her a thousand-fold. It seemed like Wendy’s fired up like always, she bounced around with boundless energy. The brunette wore a black FAWN t-shirt covering her choice of togs, it rippled pleasantly as she moved to the center of the ramp and crossed her arms. Grabbing the bottom edge of the t-shirt she asked, “YOU GUYS READY?!”
The sold out crowd roared when The Suplex Machine jerked the t-shirt over her head and threw it out into the stands. Wendy was clad in a black sports bra, her bottoms were a baby blue wrestling singlet with two thin straps running up over her powerful shoulders -- it was little more than booty shorts with suspenders. On the front just below her navel were a pair crossed of sledgehammers, a closer look shows the letters N.G.N stamped on the heads of the hammers.
The FAWNatics cheered their approval as Wendy made her way down the ramp at a brisk pace, Smith slapped a few hands, but then broke into a quick sprint. Smith dove into the ring under the bottom rope, popped to her feet and tossed her arms in the air to keep the fans redlining. Wendy turned her attention to Mercy and gave her a small nod. She relished the opportunity to face an opponent she respected not just as a fighter, but a person as well. Dismissing her for the moment, Smith walked over to Al Carpenter. Holding he arms out the Suplex Machine joked, “Really where would I hide a weapon in this outfit?”
Al smiled, but still checked her hands, pads and boots “You’re good Wendy.” he declared after a moment.
“Thanks Al, How’s Jenny doing?”
He looked bummed for a moment. “She’s fine. Hosting a watch party in Miami tonight. But there’s another blonde that would very much like your attention.”
Wendy‘s smile grew small and hard. “Yep, lets get things started.”
The FAWNatics bellowed as Wendy and Mercy looked around the arena, blonde and brunette maybe a little caught off guard by the reaction. They hadn’t known what to expect with this match -up, but the general roar of approval with the fans not really taking sides came as a pleasant surprise.
Wendy glanced over at Mercy, and locking eyes, they exchanged a nod, then stepped out of their respective corners and moved slowly toward the center of the ring. Ellis adjusted her small gloves, pulling up just out of range of the Pennsylvania Powerhouse. Wendy halted as well and extended her hand. Al Carpenter the third person in the ring started to say something, but decided against it. Wendy waited, holding her hand out. The blonde considered it for a moment, then took Smith’s hand in hers and gave a quick but solid shake before the pair broke apart.
Mercy shot in high and to Smith’s right, Wendy reached but came up empty and the blonde locked her in a clench. Ellis had her arm across Smith’s chest and wrapped around her neck. The MMA vet began pounding gloved fists into the Suplex Machine’s flanks, the machinegun-like punches hammered the brunette from hip to armpit. Wendy succeeded in pulling Mercy around the ring trying to break free, but Ellis remained attached like a leech.
From her awkward position Smith fired some shots of her own at the blonde’s flanks, but Mercy was clearly getting the better of this exchange. The Pennsylvania Powerhouse dug down and powered Ellis into the nearest corner at the cost of soaking up several short hooking blows to her midsection. Stomping through the worst of it, she forced the blonde against and leaned on her until Al stepped in. “Ok ladies, let’s have a clean break here.”
Mercy’s striking arm was pinned against the turnbuckles, but she still hung onto the Suplex Machine, while Wendy seemed in no rush to let up on the pressure that kept Ellis trapped. Al asked again, this time Mercy releases her hold and Wendy leaned back a bit, allowing them to separate slowly. The Pennsylvania Powerhouse backed all the way to mid-ring, rubbing her side as Mercy smiled wiping her knuckles on her solid black bottoms. The Heartless Wonder moved out of the corner and noted, “Those love handles are just so fun to pound. Like hitting marshmallows.”
Wendy snorted and rolled her eyes. “Said the World’s Toughest Blonde. That’s like being the World’s Toughest cupcake.”
Mercy ignored the schoolyard taunt, choosing instead to initiate the action again. This time the blonde shot in low, but the Suplex Machine was ready and drove Mercy’s face into the canvas before she could get to Wendy’s legs. Circling around behind her opponent the former Lightweight Champion wrapped her arms around Mercy’s waist drove forward to force Ellis to her stomach before working her way up the Heartless Wonder’s body.
Wendy’s ride was a short one as Mercy turned to her side. Smith countered with a Headlock, but Ellis got to her knees and wrapped her arms around the brunette’s waist. Together they worked up to the boots again, where Mercy slammed a pair of forearms into Wendy’s lower spine. The stiff shots didn’t free the blonde, and with her head still under Wendy’s control she couldn’t stop the brunette from flipping her up, over and down with a hue Hip Toss. The ring rattled as the two strong lightweights slammed into the canvas with Wendy on top and still working the Headlock.
The Suplex Machine ground Mercy’s cheek against her side boob and forearm while the World’s Toughest Blonde turned again and pushed on Smith’s back until her head popped out like a champagne cork. Before Wendy could get a hold in the blonde spun around to lock Wendy into a Front Facelock. The Heartless Wonder pulled Smith up to her knees and worked her arms around changing the hold from a Front Facelock to a Guillotine Choke, and the crowd roared as they knew the knee strikes were about to follow.
Mercy brought her knee up into the top of Smith’s skull. Wendy’s body shook as she’s driven back across the canvas by several inches with each shot. After a half dozen of the Knee Strikes Mercy sent another into the brunette’s skull, but when she tried pulling her leg back she found it stuck. Wendy wrapped both arms around the tan thigh and hung on with tenacious strength. Ellis squeezed down on the Guillotine but she couldn’t keep the Pennsylvania Powerhouse down, Wendy not just getting to her feet but lifting Mercy as well.
Wendy tppk the blonde’s other leg and holding both tight, snapped Mercy back toward the canvas. Ellis lost her hold on the brunette’s skull and landed on the back of her head and shoulders with Smith still holding her legs after the Concrete Slam. Stunned, Mercy looked at lights for the moment before Wendy turned her over and sat down in a Boston Crab. The Suplex Machine scooted back until she’s sitting on the blonde’s neck.
Al knelt down in front of Mercy, a little off to her right. “What do you say Mercy?”
The blonde only glared and shook her head as she crawled toward the ropes while Wendy leeeeeeeeeeened back in hopes of halting her progress. Wendy slowed it, but she couldn’t stop it and Ellis reached the safety of the strands. Al started to ask for the break, but before he could finish Wendy had already dropped her opponent’s legs and started toward the center of the ring. Mercy took only a moment to climb to her feet. Standing at the ropes, she adjusted her top which was set askew after the rough drag across the canvas.
Keeping a respectful distance, Smith raised both hands and beckoned the blonde forward. “Whenever you’re ready, Mercy.”
Togs set to rights, Ellis raised her fists in a striker’s stance that came easier than drawing a breath. “Goes for you too, Wendy. You’re welcome to step up… if you think you can.”
“Oh, I know I can cutie. Your hands are fast, but they’re not strong enough to stop--” the Suplex Machine darted in and dipped beneath the Assassin’s countering jab. That gave her enough time to slap on a Bear Hug, but she hadn’t managed more than a single pulse when Mercy brought the point of elbow down between her shoulders. Smith grunted, set her feet and squeeeeeeeeeezeed hard enough to grind the blonde’s ribs. Ellis hissed and PWAAAKED a half dozen forearm smashes across Wendy’s lower back, then added a single stiff Kneelift to the brunette’s chest. The Waistlock didn’t disintegrate, but it did loosen more than enough for Mercy to lock her hands across the back of her foe’s noggin in a Muy Thai style clasp. Jerking the former Lightweight Champ upright, Mercy bulled her back into a far corner, occasionally urging her foe to go a little faster with a Kneelift to the belly.
“You are a quality wrestler, Wendy Smith.” Ellis had one forearm wedged against the bottom of her brunette’s throat to keep her stuffed in place. “But a quality wrestler can’t beat a world class FIGHTER. And that’s exactly what I HHGGHHNOTGOINANYWHERE!”
Wendy wrapped the blonde’s shoulders in another hug and shoved ‘em both a good three steps clear of the corner before the Blonde with the Iron Fists forced her back to square one. Still holding that stubborn clasp, Ellis forced Smith’s chin down into her cleavage to keep her distracted while she thum-thum-thum-THUMPED Kneelifts into Wendy’s flat belly.
Squirming to absorb the blows with minimal damage, Smith soaked up nearly a dozen before Al bustled over and said, “All right Mercy, ease up on those knees and get it out of the corner. I want a clean break.”
“She doesn’t have to go anywhere, ref.” Wendy huffed during a break in the shelling. “These things are better than paying for a Swedish MassNNNGHH!”
Mercy pounded her again, the point of that bony dagger stabbing deep into the brunette’s navel. “Sure you can take much more, Smith?” Ellis chided. “Sounds like you’re breathing hard already.”
“Just getting ready for when you start throwing ‘em for reYEAH!” Mercy launched her knee yet again only this time Wendy deflected it off her hip. More important, she caught the blonde behind the knee and pulled it up into a rough standing Cradle. Wriggling loose of the Neck Clasp, Wendy jabbed a Headbutt between Mercy’s eyes, then looped her right arm around the back of opposing head and reeled her into a Front Facelock. Trapped though she was, Mercy immediately started throwing hands in an effort to escape the predicament. “Yeah, yeah, we both want out.” Smith grunted as she pushed off the buckles and turned around in a choppy half circle. “So stop whining and lemme get you out!” The Heartless Wonder didn’t stop punching until Wendy popped her hips to toss her up, over and DOWN onto the back of her head. Holding the cradle tight after impact, Smith pushed up onto her toes and held on for…
FISHERMAN’S SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=rbYm7zY59YM
ONE…
TWO…
Mercy PWAAAKED a punch into Wendy’s ribs and thus freed herself with a full second to spare. Blonde and brunette rolled clear of one another and regained their footing, each woman watching the other with wary caution. “How’d ya like that Suplex, Ms. World Class Fighter?” Smith chided.
“Not bad.” Ellis snapped back. “I especially like how I landed about fifteen strikes for every one of your clever little throws.”
Wendy frowned, ‘flicked’ her bottoms back into place. “You’re gonna like it a lot less when I start landing five Suplexes for each of those girly little love taps.”
Now it was Mercy who frowned. “After Carpenter calls this fight I’ll make sure the Announcer tells these people it was my girly little love taps that lumped up your pretty face.”
Wendy took a step forward, thrust her head forward and tapped an index finger against her chin. “Go ahead and take your best shot. You couldn’t lump Play-Doh, much less my face.”
Mercy threw back her head and laughed, a sound so rare it made Al do a double take. “Right.” she scoffed. “You may be from Pennsylvania, but you’re not THAT dumb. When I punch your face in you won’t see it coming.”
Smith lowered her hands and shrugged. “Well all right. I won’t force you to do anything if you’re scar--” Ellis came at her like a hurricane, the blonde whipping around in a circle to get even more force on the Uraken back-fist she whipped at Wendy’s chee-- The curvy brunette ducked with a whisper to spare, spun around behind and slapped on a Waistlock.
Quick as Smith was, Ellis matched her by lacing a shin against her opponent’s calf to effectively freeze any Suplex attempt. Not content with a single defense, Mercy grabbed Wendy’s wrists and squeezed ‘til her knuckles turned white in an attempt to prize her hands apart. “Let me go, Smith.” the Heartless wonder grunted. “Or I’ll break your wristNGHNNGGGHH!”
Wendy pounded a Kneelift into her foe’s bunched buttocks and followed it up with a rude Headbutt between the shoulders. Ellis’s control on her hands faltered a bit so Smith Headbutted her twice more, then dipped down and popped her hips to turn the Rapier inside out with a German Sup--’OOOOOOOHHHH!’ Wendy released her Waistlock a little too early which allowed Mercy to somersault through and land on her feet.
Rushing forward the instant she touched down, Ellis PWAAAKED a Forearm Smash against the back of her skull. The Suplex Machine grunted and would’ve gone to one knee if Mercy hadn’t grabbed hold of her shoulder-straps. These she used to pull Smith into a retaliatory Headbutt that weakened the brunette’s knees that much more. Spinning her rival in a half circle, Mercy went low, stuffed her shoulder against Wendy’s tummy and hoisted her like a sack of potatoes. With Smith denied her all important vertical base, the blonde took a few quick steps into the center of the ring, where she promptly tossed / dumped Wendy on her head and shoulders with something a bit too ferocious to be labeled a Double Leg Takedown.
DOUBLE LEG TAKEDOWN:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=swR9ZaV67pA
Wendy bounced to a seat and immediately cradled her right arm, which had taken the brunt of the landing. She was rubbing away the hurt when Mercy strode over and PWAAAKED a Soccer Kick flush between her shoulders. The brunette’s vaunted chest jutted forward as her spine arched and Ellis had to admit it was a tempting target. Yet she quashed the impulse and forced Smith to her back instead. “Gimme that.” Mercy seized Wendy’s right wrist and wrenched it away from her torso. Then she threaded one leg around the exposed limb, dropped to her butt and-- cursed under her breath when Wendy Smith rolled onto her hip and locked her hands, a last second adjustment that saved her elbow from destruction via Cross Armbreaker.
Not about to give up on a potentially devastating maneuver, Mercy pulled her right leg away from the Scissors and jabbed that foot against her opponent’s hands. “I want your arm, Wendy.” Mercy explained between strikes. “Better you give it willingly than make me take WHOOOAAAHH!”
Wendy bulled forward, the surprise rush stacking her attacker on her shoulders for a quick…
ONE…
TWO…
The Blonde with the Iron Fists kicked loose and returned to her previous position.
Angered by the near-fall, she stretched her right leg out again and pulled the left one in close. But rather than attack Smith’s hands, she aimed her foot at the brunette’s cheek and let loose with a short, stabbing kick.
The sole of Mercy’s boot smacked into the brunette’s cheek snapping her head to the side, her grip weakening as she only had the tips of her fingers defending against the Cross Armbreaker. Ellis yanked again, but the stubborn Pennsylvania Powerhouse won’t give up and rolled into her captor‘d haunches. Wendy compressed the MMA star and earned herself enough slack to reset her hand grip.
Al dropped back down on the canvas to check Mercy’s shoulders, then looked all the more surprised when the blonde was muscled off the canvas. The Suplex Machine let out a loud grunt as she rose with the hundred and twenty-five pound blonde in tow. Ellis remained calm and yanked at the arm in her grip, but she still couldn’t break the iron grip of her adversary. Wendy bellowed a few more times, a combination of pain and exertion as she got to her full height. where she was able to rest some of Ellis’s weight on her shoulder.
Mercy pulled her right hand free and hammered a fist into the top of Smith’s skull, but that didn’t free her as Wendy moved to the nearest set of turnbuckles. Instead of slamming the blonde back to the canvas, which might not free her, Wendy drew close enough to the corner so when she started to fall forward the back of Ellis’s head BWUUUNGED off the top turnbuckle. Mercy’s hold fell away as she dealt with her suddenly spinning head. Wendy stumbled, then limped away holding her arm which was on fire from elbow to shoulder.
Al backs off, he couldn’t really do anything. Mercy was dazed but upright and Wendy was tending to her aching limb. Smith stopped shaking her arm out, and got back up on her boots as Mercy rubbed the back of her skull still using the turnbuckles for support. Wendy worked out the last of the kinks in her arm and turned back to the World’s toughest blonde. Ellis sprang into action again coming out of the corner with a Spinning Backfist, but again Smith dropped her noggin low enough to avoid being smacked. The Suplex Machine looped her wounded arm around Mercy’s waist and hooked her good arm behind the blonde’s right thigh grabbing her inner thigh.
BELLY TO BACK SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=BcMqf7rew7w
This time Wendy didn’t release her grip into the back of Mercy’s head impacts on the canvas, Ellis bounced off the mat flipping over on to her stomach. The Suplex Machine bounced up to her feet and circled around the blonde. Making nearly a full circle around the MMA Star Wendy reached down grabbed her by the wrist and extended the arm out to her side. In a case of tit for tat, Smith held the limb extended and swung her leg around dropping it down across Mercy’s tricep. The Ohio native screamed in pain pulling the arm protectively under her.
The Pennsylvania Powerhouse seated beside Mercy had other plans though. Shooting a Half Nelson on the arm she just attacked, Wendy turned Ellis to her back. Wendy held the move when she got Mercy on her side, the brunette clearly having something else in mind other than a pinfall. Smith balled a fist and muttered, “Let’s test your abs a bit.”
Keeping Mercy locked up, Wendy started throwing short shots into the blonde’s tummy. Mercy’s bottom arm was trapped behind her and with the top one still controlled by the Suplex Machine she could only tighten her tummy muscles in defense. Wendy chopped at opposing belly with abandon and though Ellis didn’t give her satisfaction of crying out, but Wendy enjoyed each little grunt her fist pulled from the blonde. Mercy’s legs pedaled wildly as she tried to work the positioning into something more to her liking, but before she could free herself Wendy paused and pushed up still holding the Half Nelson.
Upright now Wendy spun Mercy out of the Nelson and sent her into the near ropes. Ellis didn’t rebound off the ropes, instead she locked her arms around the top strand to keep her from returning to the waiting grasp of the Suplex Machine. Irritated at the denial, Smith rushed in and aimed her shoulder at blonde tummy. Wendy never reached her mark though as Mercy raised a boot and THWHAPPED it into her face. Mercy followed with vengeance on her mind. If Smith wanted to throw fists, Mercy felt obliged to step into the Suplex Machine’s space. Coming up from behind, Ellis wrapped both arms around the stout waist of her opponent and turned so Wendy faced the ropes and lifted. Mercy got Wendy in the air and leaned far back taking Smith over with a bridging German Suplex.
Finally needed again, Carpenter slid down to the canvas and after a quick check…
ONE…
TWO…
NOOO!
Wendy bucked free with a full second to spare, but could only make it over onto her stomach for present.
Beside her, Ellis ‘flicked’ her trunks back into place over her glutes, then smoothed out her ponytail. Throughout she never took her eyes off Smith’s toppled form, the Rapier vigilant even when her opponent was little more than breathing decoration.
“Up. Up, Wendy.”
Mercy twined a commanding hand into the brunette’s sweat-damp locks and forced her to comply with a half dozen brisk tugs. Wendy looked rickety in the actual rising, but steadied out once she had both feet under her. This wasn’t as much of a positive as one might think, considering how quickly Ellis snuggled in and wrapped her arms around the former champ’s waist and right arm. Drawing Wendy as close as possible, the Heartless Wonder abruptly twisted around, then torqued her hips to sling Wendy up, around and down courtesy a Belly to Belly Suplex. The throw was already hard hitting without any embellishment but that didn’t stop Mercy from laying out on her tummy, thus sandwiching her adversary between the mat and her torso. Smith’s arms and legs popped open in a woozy starfish which made for easy collection of the former. Mercy trapped the far leg in a tight bundle and pulled it up high for the…
ROLLING BELLY TO BELLY SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ms8lW8FoEhA
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
Wendy’s right arm shot into the air and she rolled onto her left side, saving the match with a heartbeat to spare. Mercy leaned back and showed three fingers to Carpenter, only nodded once when he answered with two. Returning her hands to the brunette’s hair, Ellis lifted Smith to a seat, slid in from behind and twined both legs around her waist. “I could hook you in the RNC right now and this would be over in seconds. But FAWN brass hates quick knockouts almost as much as it hates escaping the cage so we’re going to do this another way.”
She went to slip her left hand into Wendy’s armpit only to run into some trouble when the Suplex Machine crossed both arms over her chest and gripped her biceps for extra leverage. Ellis crossed her ankles and squeeeeeeeeezed her Scissors, earning a soft grunt from Smith in the process.
“You really think you can turtle against me, Wendy? All right, I’ll play. Lets see how long your shell holds out.” Abiding by her promise not to try for the Sleeper portion of the Rear Naked Choke (at least not yet) Mercy pressed the palm of her left hand into the back of Smith’s head and pushed forward until her chin was less than an inch from her own cleavage. PWAK! Mercy drilled her right forearm across Wendy’s head and shoulders, then punctuated with another hard constriction.
Wendy grunted but maintained her current position in a dogged attempt to avoid whatever Ellis had in store. Yet even then she knew she couldn’t hold out forever, not with the blonde’s legs crimping her hips and that rock-hard elbow PWACK! PWACK! Mercy hit her one right after the other, then made a point of grinding her elbow into the vulnerable expanse between her foe’s shoulders. “What’re you going to do, Smith?” Ellis’s question mirrored her own interior dialogue almost word for word. “If you don’t defend against these,” she combined squeeze and strike for the first time and Wendy groaned quite a bit louder than she would’ve liked. “I’ll knock you senseless. But if you try to stop one or both (PWAK, squeeeeeeeeze!) I’ll get up under your arms and NNNGGGHHH!”
Wendy snapped her head back and struck the Assassin a sturdy blow to the tits. “Beat’cha however I see fit, Mercy!” she huffed before tucking her chin away again. “Any. (THUNK!) Means. (THUNK!) NecessaGUURRRHHHHHH!”
Mercy anticipated the fourth Headbutt by leaning back *just* enough to escape the worst of it. The evasion laid Wendy’s head on her foe’s lap in a much more comfortable alignment, unfortunately Ellis chose to keep her there by looping her left arm around the brunette’s chin.
“You laid into my stomach when I couldn’t defend myself.” Mercy cooed in the struggling battler’s ear. “I held up fine. Wonder if you’ll do the same?”
“UNNNGGGHHH!” Wendy blurted out pain and surprise when Mercy brought her right forearm down across both juggs. She groaned and kicked her feet but still didn’t bring her arms into play for fear of exposing herself to the Full Nelson or Sleeper. It wasn’t until she’d taken half a dozen more of those THWHAPPING shots that Smith broke her guard and seized Ellis’s cudgel at wrist and bicep. “You want to test my rack, Mercy?” she huffed between deep breaths. “You could’ve just asked for the tourEEERRRGGGHHH!”
Mercy extended her stems full length and truly brought the Bodyscissors to bear for the first time. Gaping in open mouthed shock, Wendy pushed the blonde’s arm aside and pounded at her thighs with frenetic little Hammer Punches. Mercy grit her teeth and endured, the bruises were worth it to have her clubbin’ arm free again. And club it did, Wendy endured half a dozen more of the bra-bruising blows before she angled her fist south and stuffed three punches into her exposed tummy. Wrenching back on the almost-Sleeper when Wendy moaned, the Heartless Wonder ‘pecked’ a kiss against her flushed forehead and said, “Defend yourself girl or I’ll finish you off right GNNNNNGHH!”
The Pennsylvania Suplex Machine sat up as best she could and brought her left hand whipping back over her right shoulder to CLAP an open-palmed slap against Mercy’s forehead. It didn’t break the Scissors but it did stop the attack on her midsection for a moment. This proved to be all Smith needed to tuck her arms in close and THUMP the points of her elbows down against the inside of Mercy’s thighs. Trying to work her arms under it would’ve been suicide, she might as well have ‘Please Triangle Choke Me Now!’ written on her trunks. So Wendy didn’t try to slide her arms through, rather she repeated the elbow gouges until Ellis’s legs loosened a little bit more.
“That‘s it baby.” Wendy whispered to no one but herself. “Open those jaws of life. Open ’em just for me.”
Smith cupped her palms against the blonde’s knees and pushed down even as she struggled to get her own knees under her. Mercy didn’t make it easy as she’d resumed Forearm Smash assault, only now it was directed against the brunette’s upper back and coming twice as fast. Wendy soaked up the shelling as best she could and kept pushing down on those constricting gams until they were loose enough for her to twist around and SHUMP her arms around Mercy’s waist with a crushing Bear Hug.
Nose to nose with her iron-fisted adversary, Wendy Smith grinned and said, “How’s this for defending myself?”
Mercy, who’d barely kept her arms from being pinned in Wendy’s noose, smirked right back. “It’ll stop the bell for a little while. But you’ve still got big problems, princess.” She illustrated one of those problems by bearing down with her Scissors hard enough to make the former Lightweight Champ gasp.
“Tuuuuhhhhh…. two can play that game.” Wendy fired back with some crush of her own and was pleased to feel the blonde groaning against the weight of her chest. Capitalizing on the momentary lack of fists in her face, Smith struggled to verticality then wheeled around in a sloppy half circle and charged the corner as fast as she could. It wasn’t mach speed considering how much time she’d spent on the canvas so Smith made up for that by not even attempting to slow down before she BWUUUNGED Mercy’s spine against the canvas-wrapped steel.
Both of their holds crumpled upon impact but Smith had used her opponent as a crash-pad and thus she managed to snag Ellis’s skull in a Front Facelock without much trouble. Backing out of the corner as soon as the first grip was secure, Wendy pumped a few Kneelifts into the Assassin’s tummy, then snatched her far leg behind the knee and jerked it up in a stiff cradle. Oh so aware of the punishment she’d just endured, the Pennsylvania Powerhouse set her feet and muscled her burden up and dropped straight down to TWHUNK her head with a brutal Fisherman’s Buster. Rolling over into a Crossbody immediately thereafter, Wendy hooked the far leg and nodded along with Al’s count of…
FISHERMAN'S BUSTER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=nA6zfnpTPTY
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO!
Mercy SLAMMED a closed fist into the brunette’s ribs to end the count with a half second to spare.
Wendy rubbed the spot of the punch as she rolled over, but the Pennsylvania Powerhouse didn’t slow as she returned to a vertical base. Mercy was a bit slower, but the blonde regained her boots quick enough to keep the brunette from taking advantage of the situation. Wendy adjusted the black sports bra under her singlet, Ellis going to her rack was not appreciated.
The MMA Star smiled at those fresh bruises, the blows she’d piled onto Wendy’s tummy had been more effective than the few shots to the juggs. Mercy shot in low and fast to take Smith off her feet again, but this time the Suplex Machine was waiting and she managed to get lower and came up with an arm behind the blonde’s leg and the other across her shoulder. Ellis realized the danger, but too late as her other foot was ripped off the mat and she’s sent flying by Wendy’s T-Bone Suplex.
T-BONE SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=D1-CMsT8D4E
Mercy hit the thinly padded plywood hard on her left side and rolled over two or three times before coming to a stop near the ropes. Wendy rocked back on her shoulders and with a sudden pop kipped to her feet in a single motion. Smith pumped her arm and the crowd cheered, though it’s not a cheer for the good girl over the bad girl, it’s just the applause for skilled fighters.
The former Lightweight Champion headed to the opposite ropes and gained speed on her rebound she raced back to the still down blonde. Closing in Smith went into a Baseball Slide and drove her boots into Mercy, sending her out of the ring under the bottom rope. The crowd groaned as Ellis dropped off the apron and hit the floor like a wet sack. Still in the ring, Smith pulled herself back in and looked out over the top rope to see where Mercy ended up.
The Pennsylvania Powerhouse didn’t break out the speed game very often, but she must’ve been in the mood tonight because she headed for the far ropes again to make another charging attack. Wendy hit the cables and as she turned she could see the top of the blonde’s ponytail starting to come up over the ring apron. Kicking things into another gear Smith picked up speed to hit her foe as she rose. Wendy leapt diving through the middle and top ropes aimed perfectly, but Mercy got her hands on the ring apron and somehow swung her left leg up putting it right in the path of the flying Suplex Machine.
Wendy’s head snapped to one side, her back hitting the top rope hard enough to stop her charge dead. But the resultant tumble was uncontrolled and Smith hit the ring apron with her shoulder before bouncing off and to the floor below. Mercy had to move to get out of the way of the falling brunette, which she’d done shortly before Al came over to the ropes. “Bring it back in the ring, Mercy.”
The Blonde With the Iron Fists walked along the ring on the floor, then pivoted when she reached the stairs and came flying back to deliver a kick to the brunette’s rack as Wendy reached to her knees. Smith sank to her haunches, buttocks on heels, her arms hanging limp at her side as she tried to get air back into her lungs after the vicious strike. Mercy passed by and looked up at Carpenter who had started counting the two beauties out of the ring. Content with the time available, Ellis wiped the sweat from her brow, walked back to Wendy and hauled her up with a handful of hair.
Mercy hooked her hands on the back of Wendy’s neck pulling her into a Muy Tai clinch. The blonde led her captive away from the ring a bit and began bringing her knees up into Wendy’s flanks and tummy. The front few rows could hear the smack of flesh on flesh, even more rows back could make out the grunts of pain that accompanied each blow. Smith’s free arm was finally able to catch one of the raised legs and holded it against her body to stop Mercy’s assault.
Before the MMA Star could pull her leg free she’s hoisted into the air again. Still holding Wendy by the head, Mercy raised a fist to pound Smith’s skull. She never got a chance though as the Suplex Machine fell backward and dropped Ellis face-first into the apron. Mercy’s head whiplashed back wickedly before she crumpled to the floor. Wendy was under the blonde as she pooled down on top of her. Smith gave a shove pushing Ellis off of her and rolled away, Al concerned and happy for any excuse to avoid the forbidden count out finish climbed down to check on both women warriors.
“How you doing, Wendy?” Carpenter asked as soon as he’d knelt beside the brunette. “Anything broken?”
Smith shook her head, sat up and groaned as the ghosts of Mercy’s punches lit into her tummy again. “I’m fine, Al.” she muttered. “It’s nothing tossing a bytch won’t fix.”
“Good luck with that, princess.” a ragged voice answered from a few feet away. Perched on one knee, Mercy Ellis reached up, grabbed the bottom rope and used it to hoist herself to verticality. “You’re gonna have to earn a few more bruises if you wanna toss this bytch.”
Smith got to her feet and shooed Carpenter out of the way. “I’m more than happy to exchange bruises with you, tuff girl.” the Suplex Machine taunted. “Only difference is, mine are a badge of hard-earned victory, yours are the telltale signs of an ass-kicking.”
Mercy rolled her shoulders, raised her hands and then very slowly, very deliberately, undid the Velcro straps at her wrists. Once the gloves were peeled and discarded at her feet, the Blonde with the Iron Fists beckoned her foe forward. “You think you can kick my ass, Smith? Step up and give it your best shot.”
Not about to be outdone by her foe’s bare knuckles, Wendy reached up and undid both shoulder straps one right after the other, leaving only the black sports bra to armor her impressive chest. “Just remember baby, you asked for my best. Don’t cry once you get it.”
Ellis snorted and Smith came for her, the former Lightweight Champion shooting low for the blonde’s waist. The Assassin threw her hips back to stuff the throw and in that she succeeded, alas Wendy’s true intent laid in the form of a straight right hand she PWAAAKED into Mercy’s flat midriff. She followed with a second punch from the knee, then pushed off and THUNKED the crown of her head into the point of Ellis’s chin in a makeshift Jawbreaker. Mercy’s hands rallied to protect her injured face so Wendy lowered her head and chup-chup-chup-CHUPPED a lighting fast series of punches into those undefended abdominals.
Sensing the trap she’d stumbled into, Ellis wrapped her arms around the brunette’s shoulders to clinch. This worked until Wendy hugged her up around the waist and charged down the aisle to BWUNK Mercy into the steel post spine-first. Mercy shouted, but the bolt of pain must’ve been at least slightly galvanizing as she managed to send Smith back several paces with a hard shove. Noting the wobble in her rival’s legs in an instant, Wendy charged, laced her hands together and swung the Altoona Sledge straight for the blonde’s che--THWHACK!
Mercy spun in a razor sharp half circle, flicked out her right hand and swiveled Wendy’s head with the savage Back Fist known as the Uraken. Knocked around on her heel by the surprise blow, Wendy made it all of three steps before Ellis slapped a rough Waistlock around her middle. Spooked out of her stupor, Wendy snatched for the blonde’s wrists a split second too late. Mercy popped her hips and dropped backward to THWHUMP the Suplex Machine down on the back of her head and shoulders with a murderous Release German Suplex.
RELEASE GERMAN SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=db60HTA0T2A
Knowing a turn in the tide when she felt one, Mercy sat up and swiped hair off her face before getting to her feet. Al was already checking on Wendy (the poor honorable dope hadn’t bothered to return to the ring after setting foot on the floor) so Ellis shooed him away and twined a hand in her foe’s hair. “Get it in the ring, Carpenter.” the Heartless Wonder told him as she scraped Smith off the floor. “I’m sure as hell not going to beat her out here and you can check her head just as easy in there.” With that Mercy grabbed hold of the brunette’s waistband, turned in a wide circle and used the extra momentum to sling the stalled Powerhouse under the bottom rope.
Carpenter slid in immediately thereafter and set about checking Wendy for signs of a concussion. Mercy saw that and smiled. “It’d already be over if this was the cage, Wendy.” she said under her breath. “Thankfully FAWN doesn’t always end my fights right as they’re getting good.”
Preoccupied with thoughts of putting Wendy’s lights out, Mercy didn’t notice the crowd’s roar when she climbed onto the apron. Indeed she only realized the problem when strong hands gripped her ankles and yanked! Completely unprepared for violent shift, Ellis went straight down and THWHUNKED her chin on the edge of the apron, a blow almost as strong as one of her own Flying Knees. Legs reduced to jelly, Mercy turned to the left, as instinct told her danger lurked there. Instinct proved correct, alas it did nothing to save her, in fact the Assassin got only the briefest glimpse of blonde and black before--THWAAACK!
SHOTEI:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=xxXkPtYNvN8
MIRANDA WAINRIGHT:
Miranda Wainright slammed the heel of her left hand into Mercy’s chin so hard it turned her inside out in the heartbeats it took her to reach the floor. Clad in her usual purple paisley sundress and omnipresent black hat, the Straight-Edge Siren glanced to the squared circle and was pleased to see Al Carpenter still engrossed with Wendy’s aching noggin. “Excellent work, shepherd.” she whispered. “You tend to your lamb and I’ll tend to mine.” Returning to Mercy without paying a moment’s notice to the jeering crowd, Wainright pulled the blonde off the mat, snagged her at trunks and tresses and stuffed her under the bottom rope. Didn’t toss her though, she didn’t want the official to get suspicious. Once Ellis was properly returned to her pen, Miranda picked the least objectionable looking fans in the front row and hopped the barricade between them. Satisfied with her night’s work, she melted into the throng while whistling a few bars of ‘Sympathy For The Devil’.
Blissfully unaware of the mugging outside the ring, Al got to his feet when Wendy sat up and only then realized Mercy hadn’t hassled him about taking so much time with the brunette. “Sorry Mercy, I had to make sure Wendy could still…” He caught sight of Ellis sprawled facedown half in and half out of the ring. Interior alarm bells ringing, the official hurried over and dropped to one knee. “What happened, Mercy? Do you need me to call a medic?”
Ellis groaned quietly, then pushed onto her hands. “Suuuhhhh…. someone jumped me. Didn’t see whoRRGGGGHHH!”
Wendy snatched a double handful of Mercy’s ponytail and yanked the gobsmacked Assassin into a snug Standing Headscissors. “That… was a really good German, Mercy.” Smith huffed after she’d wrapped her arms around the blonde’s waist. “But this? This is the world’s best…. f*ck, I still don’t know what to call it.”
The Pennsylvania Powerhouse bent her knees and muscled Mercy onto her shoulders for what might’ve been a Powerbomb but almost certainly wasn’t. Sure enough, Smith Sure enough, she relinquished the Waistlock and reached behind Ellis’s neck with both hands to secure a Muy Thai style clasp of her own. From there she scooted Mercy down a bit, snuggling the blonde’s tush against her chest and their foreheads only inches apart. Then she dipped down and peeled off one final bridge, one that THWHUMPED Mercy squarely on the back of her head and neck. Folded ass over teakettle by the brutality of Wendy’s WTF-Plex, Mercy barely even squirmed while Al counted…
WTF-PLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=CfPhWS-hYYk
ONE…
TWO…
THREE!
The bell sounded and Wendy released at once, she was too damned tired to hold the bridge a second longer than necessary. “Ladies and gentlemen, your winner via pin-fall… WENDY SMITH!”
She stood up and grinned as Al raised her hand, but frowned when a good portion of the crowd booed. “What’d I do?” the victrix asked Carpenter. “I don’t wanna brag, but that was a helluva match.”
Al looked troubled. “Don’t think you did anything, Wendy. Mercy though… I think someone coldcocked her when I was checking you after that Suplex.”
“What?!” Wendy’s frown deepened. She didn’t like the idea of someone sticking their nose in what was a very big match for both women.” More than a little perturbed, she trudged over to the ropes nearest the Announce Table and caught the eye of one of the camera crew. “If someone was out here, I wanna see it.”
He muttered something into an earpiece, then pointed to the ‘tron. Smith followed his finger, then cursed when she saw what Wainright had done. “What the hell are you playing at, Miranda?” she muttered.
“Don’t even think about it, Smith.” The brunette looked over her shoulder and saw Mercy watching the screen with narrow, furious eyes. “That question is mine to have answered.” Ellis told the Suplex Machine. “Once it’s answered to my satisfaction… and once Miranda Wainright’s in a bloody heap at my feet… then I’ll get back to you with a brand new question.”
“Ask away, Mercy.”
“Think you can beat me without help?” Wendy started to reply but stopped when the Heartless Wonder raised a hand. “I don’t want an answer now. I’d rather punch you in the mouth a few times first.” With that she stomped past the winner, slipped through the ropes and headed up the ramp.
Wendy shook her head, disappointed. The win would certainly propel her back up the ranks in terms of title contention, but Miranda’s interference had stained her first encounter with the Merciless One and that simply couldn’t be tolerated. “Stepped in it this time, Miranda.” she said softly. “If Mercy doesn’t finish you, I will. Then I’ll run up the score on her.”
A MERCILESS ANTHEM:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=LkIWmsP3c_s
Be careful making wishes in the dark, dark
Can't be sure when they've hit their mark
And besides in the mean, mean time
I'm just dreaming of tearing you apart
Spotlights zeroed in on the stage and several points throughout the arena but the woman in question remained stubbornly out sight, save for a half dozen identically lissome shadows closing in on the ring.
I'm in the de-details with the devil
So now the world can never get me on my level
I just gotta get you off the cage
I'm a young lover's rage
Gonna need a spark to ignite
Most of the FAWNatics were already singing along by that point and even those too drunk to carry a tune in a bucket lent their voices to the last part of this modern day incantation.
‘MY SONGS KNOW WHAT YOU DID IN THE DAAAAAAAAAAARK…’
‘SO LIGHT ‘EM UP!’
MERCY ELLIS:
The lights exploded, illuminating Mercy Ellis perched confidently at the top of the ramp. For her very first showdown with one of FAWN‘s lightweight pillars the Blonde with the Iron Fists wore midnight black bikini bottoms and a matching sports bra, black boots with white shin-guards and a battered pair of MMA-style striker’s gloves. As was her custom, the blonde’s hair was pulled back in a sleek, swishy ponytail that fell halfway to the small of her back.
Finally able to start once Ellis headed toward the ring, the Announcer called, "Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall with a thirty minutes time limit. Now coming down the aisle, hailing from Cedar Hill Ohio, standing at five feet four inches tall and weighing in at one hundred and twenty-five pounds, she is the Heartless Wonder, the Assassin… MERCY ELLIS!”
Marching to the squared circle with a lack of theatrics that was almost ostentatious in its simplicity, Mercy made good time and was atop the steel steps in time for the second chorus. Ellis wiped her boots on the apron, then slipped through the ropes and mounted the ropes to properly salute all those who screamed her name. Raising both hands to chest level, she made a show of craaaaaaaacking her knuckles, then slammed her left fist into her right palm a few times for good measure. When the music started to fade she hopped down and turned to face the stage. She wanted eyes on her foe the instant she stepped into view.
The Announcer didn’t not make the fans wait long after the Heartless Wonder hit the ring.. “And introducing her opponent, hailing from Altoona Pennsylvania, she stands at five feet three inches tall and weighs in tonight at one hundred and twenty-three pounds. She is the Suplex Machine, and She is the only two time FAWN Lightweight Champion… THE PENNSYLVANIA POWERHOUSE …WENDY SMITH!”
Fans of throws and hot brunettes were already on their feet by the time Paramore hit the speakers.
MISERY BUSINESS:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=36ZOfeQKXUs
WENDY SMITH:
It wasn’t too long thereafter that the lightweight stalwart and pocket hurricane came breezing through the curtain. Coming to a stop at the top of the ramp Wendy simply stopped, threw up her fists and bellowed, “YEEEEAAAH!” The greeting was thrown back at her a thousand-fold. It seemed like Wendy’s fired up like always, she bounced around with boundless energy. The brunette wore a black FAWN t-shirt covering her choice of togs, it rippled pleasantly as she moved to the center of the ramp and crossed her arms. Grabbing the bottom edge of the t-shirt she asked, “YOU GUYS READY?!”
The sold out crowd roared when The Suplex Machine jerked the t-shirt over her head and threw it out into the stands. Wendy was clad in a black sports bra, her bottoms were a baby blue wrestling singlet with two thin straps running up over her powerful shoulders -- it was little more than booty shorts with suspenders. On the front just below her navel were a pair crossed of sledgehammers, a closer look shows the letters N.G.N stamped on the heads of the hammers.
The FAWNatics cheered their approval as Wendy made her way down the ramp at a brisk pace, Smith slapped a few hands, but then broke into a quick sprint. Smith dove into the ring under the bottom rope, popped to her feet and tossed her arms in the air to keep the fans redlining. Wendy turned her attention to Mercy and gave her a small nod. She relished the opportunity to face an opponent she respected not just as a fighter, but a person as well. Dismissing her for the moment, Smith walked over to Al Carpenter. Holding he arms out the Suplex Machine joked, “Really where would I hide a weapon in this outfit?”
Al smiled, but still checked her hands, pads and boots “You’re good Wendy.” he declared after a moment.
“Thanks Al, How’s Jenny doing?”
He looked bummed for a moment. “She’s fine. Hosting a watch party in Miami tonight. But there’s another blonde that would very much like your attention.”
Wendy‘s smile grew small and hard. “Yep, lets get things started.”
The FAWNatics bellowed as Wendy and Mercy looked around the arena, blonde and brunette maybe a little caught off guard by the reaction. They hadn’t known what to expect with this match -up, but the general roar of approval with the fans not really taking sides came as a pleasant surprise.
Wendy glanced over at Mercy, and locking eyes, they exchanged a nod, then stepped out of their respective corners and moved slowly toward the center of the ring. Ellis adjusted her small gloves, pulling up just out of range of the Pennsylvania Powerhouse. Wendy halted as well and extended her hand. Al Carpenter the third person in the ring started to say something, but decided against it. Wendy waited, holding her hand out. The blonde considered it for a moment, then took Smith’s hand in hers and gave a quick but solid shake before the pair broke apart.
Mercy shot in high and to Smith’s right, Wendy reached but came up empty and the blonde locked her in a clench. Ellis had her arm across Smith’s chest and wrapped around her neck. The MMA vet began pounding gloved fists into the Suplex Machine’s flanks, the machinegun-like punches hammered the brunette from hip to armpit. Wendy succeeded in pulling Mercy around the ring trying to break free, but Ellis remained attached like a leech.
From her awkward position Smith fired some shots of her own at the blonde’s flanks, but Mercy was clearly getting the better of this exchange. The Pennsylvania Powerhouse dug down and powered Ellis into the nearest corner at the cost of soaking up several short hooking blows to her midsection. Stomping through the worst of it, she forced the blonde against and leaned on her until Al stepped in. “Ok ladies, let’s have a clean break here.”
Mercy’s striking arm was pinned against the turnbuckles, but she still hung onto the Suplex Machine, while Wendy seemed in no rush to let up on the pressure that kept Ellis trapped. Al asked again, this time Mercy releases her hold and Wendy leaned back a bit, allowing them to separate slowly. The Pennsylvania Powerhouse backed all the way to mid-ring, rubbing her side as Mercy smiled wiping her knuckles on her solid black bottoms. The Heartless Wonder moved out of the corner and noted, “Those love handles are just so fun to pound. Like hitting marshmallows.”
Wendy snorted and rolled her eyes. “Said the World’s Toughest Blonde. That’s like being the World’s Toughest cupcake.”
Mercy ignored the schoolyard taunt, choosing instead to initiate the action again. This time the blonde shot in low, but the Suplex Machine was ready and drove Mercy’s face into the canvas before she could get to Wendy’s legs. Circling around behind her opponent the former Lightweight Champion wrapped her arms around Mercy’s waist drove forward to force Ellis to her stomach before working her way up the Heartless Wonder’s body.
Wendy’s ride was a short one as Mercy turned to her side. Smith countered with a Headlock, but Ellis got to her knees and wrapped her arms around the brunette’s waist. Together they worked up to the boots again, where Mercy slammed a pair of forearms into Wendy’s lower spine. The stiff shots didn’t free the blonde, and with her head still under Wendy’s control she couldn’t stop the brunette from flipping her up, over and down with a hue Hip Toss. The ring rattled as the two strong lightweights slammed into the canvas with Wendy on top and still working the Headlock.
The Suplex Machine ground Mercy’s cheek against her side boob and forearm while the World’s Toughest Blonde turned again and pushed on Smith’s back until her head popped out like a champagne cork. Before Wendy could get a hold in the blonde spun around to lock Wendy into a Front Facelock. The Heartless Wonder pulled Smith up to her knees and worked her arms around changing the hold from a Front Facelock to a Guillotine Choke, and the crowd roared as they knew the knee strikes were about to follow.
Mercy brought her knee up into the top of Smith’s skull. Wendy’s body shook as she’s driven back across the canvas by several inches with each shot. After a half dozen of the Knee Strikes Mercy sent another into the brunette’s skull, but when she tried pulling her leg back she found it stuck. Wendy wrapped both arms around the tan thigh and hung on with tenacious strength. Ellis squeezed down on the Guillotine but she couldn’t keep the Pennsylvania Powerhouse down, Wendy not just getting to her feet but lifting Mercy as well.
Wendy tppk the blonde’s other leg and holding both tight, snapped Mercy back toward the canvas. Ellis lost her hold on the brunette’s skull and landed on the back of her head and shoulders with Smith still holding her legs after the Concrete Slam. Stunned, Mercy looked at lights for the moment before Wendy turned her over and sat down in a Boston Crab. The Suplex Machine scooted back until she’s sitting on the blonde’s neck.
Al knelt down in front of Mercy, a little off to her right. “What do you say Mercy?”
The blonde only glared and shook her head as she crawled toward the ropes while Wendy leeeeeeeeeeened back in hopes of halting her progress. Wendy slowed it, but she couldn’t stop it and Ellis reached the safety of the strands. Al started to ask for the break, but before he could finish Wendy had already dropped her opponent’s legs and started toward the center of the ring. Mercy took only a moment to climb to her feet. Standing at the ropes, she adjusted her top which was set askew after the rough drag across the canvas.
Keeping a respectful distance, Smith raised both hands and beckoned the blonde forward. “Whenever you’re ready, Mercy.”
Togs set to rights, Ellis raised her fists in a striker’s stance that came easier than drawing a breath. “Goes for you too, Wendy. You’re welcome to step up… if you think you can.”
“Oh, I know I can cutie. Your hands are fast, but they’re not strong enough to stop--” the Suplex Machine darted in and dipped beneath the Assassin’s countering jab. That gave her enough time to slap on a Bear Hug, but she hadn’t managed more than a single pulse when Mercy brought the point of elbow down between her shoulders. Smith grunted, set her feet and squeeeeeeeeeezeed hard enough to grind the blonde’s ribs. Ellis hissed and PWAAAKED a half dozen forearm smashes across Wendy’s lower back, then added a single stiff Kneelift to the brunette’s chest. The Waistlock didn’t disintegrate, but it did loosen more than enough for Mercy to lock her hands across the back of her foe’s noggin in a Muy Thai style clasp. Jerking the former Lightweight Champ upright, Mercy bulled her back into a far corner, occasionally urging her foe to go a little faster with a Kneelift to the belly.
“You are a quality wrestler, Wendy Smith.” Ellis had one forearm wedged against the bottom of her brunette’s throat to keep her stuffed in place. “But a quality wrestler can’t beat a world class FIGHTER. And that’s exactly what I HHGGHHNOTGOINANYWHERE!”
Wendy wrapped the blonde’s shoulders in another hug and shoved ‘em both a good three steps clear of the corner before the Blonde with the Iron Fists forced her back to square one. Still holding that stubborn clasp, Ellis forced Smith’s chin down into her cleavage to keep her distracted while she thum-thum-thum-THUMPED Kneelifts into Wendy’s flat belly.
Squirming to absorb the blows with minimal damage, Smith soaked up nearly a dozen before Al bustled over and said, “All right Mercy, ease up on those knees and get it out of the corner. I want a clean break.”
“She doesn’t have to go anywhere, ref.” Wendy huffed during a break in the shelling. “These things are better than paying for a Swedish MassNNNGHH!”
Mercy pounded her again, the point of that bony dagger stabbing deep into the brunette’s navel. “Sure you can take much more, Smith?” Ellis chided. “Sounds like you’re breathing hard already.”
“Just getting ready for when you start throwing ‘em for reYEAH!” Mercy launched her knee yet again only this time Wendy deflected it off her hip. More important, she caught the blonde behind the knee and pulled it up into a rough standing Cradle. Wriggling loose of the Neck Clasp, Wendy jabbed a Headbutt between Mercy’s eyes, then looped her right arm around the back of opposing head and reeled her into a Front Facelock. Trapped though she was, Mercy immediately started throwing hands in an effort to escape the predicament. “Yeah, yeah, we both want out.” Smith grunted as she pushed off the buckles and turned around in a choppy half circle. “So stop whining and lemme get you out!” The Heartless Wonder didn’t stop punching until Wendy popped her hips to toss her up, over and DOWN onto the back of her head. Holding the cradle tight after impact, Smith pushed up onto her toes and held on for…
FISHERMAN’S SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=rbYm7zY59YM
ONE…
TWO…
Mercy PWAAAKED a punch into Wendy’s ribs and thus freed herself with a full second to spare. Blonde and brunette rolled clear of one another and regained their footing, each woman watching the other with wary caution. “How’d ya like that Suplex, Ms. World Class Fighter?” Smith chided.
“Not bad.” Ellis snapped back. “I especially like how I landed about fifteen strikes for every one of your clever little throws.”
Wendy frowned, ‘flicked’ her bottoms back into place. “You’re gonna like it a lot less when I start landing five Suplexes for each of those girly little love taps.”
Now it was Mercy who frowned. “After Carpenter calls this fight I’ll make sure the Announcer tells these people it was my girly little love taps that lumped up your pretty face.”
Wendy took a step forward, thrust her head forward and tapped an index finger against her chin. “Go ahead and take your best shot. You couldn’t lump Play-Doh, much less my face.”
Mercy threw back her head and laughed, a sound so rare it made Al do a double take. “Right.” she scoffed. “You may be from Pennsylvania, but you’re not THAT dumb. When I punch your face in you won’t see it coming.”
Smith lowered her hands and shrugged. “Well all right. I won’t force you to do anything if you’re scar--” Ellis came at her like a hurricane, the blonde whipping around in a circle to get even more force on the Uraken back-fist she whipped at Wendy’s chee-- The curvy brunette ducked with a whisper to spare, spun around behind and slapped on a Waistlock.
Quick as Smith was, Ellis matched her by lacing a shin against her opponent’s calf to effectively freeze any Suplex attempt. Not content with a single defense, Mercy grabbed Wendy’s wrists and squeezed ‘til her knuckles turned white in an attempt to prize her hands apart. “Let me go, Smith.” the Heartless wonder grunted. “Or I’ll break your wristNGHNNGGGHH!”
Wendy pounded a Kneelift into her foe’s bunched buttocks and followed it up with a rude Headbutt between the shoulders. Ellis’s control on her hands faltered a bit so Smith Headbutted her twice more, then dipped down and popped her hips to turn the Rapier inside out with a German Sup--’OOOOOOOHHHH!’ Wendy released her Waistlock a little too early which allowed Mercy to somersault through and land on her feet.
Rushing forward the instant she touched down, Ellis PWAAAKED a Forearm Smash against the back of her skull. The Suplex Machine grunted and would’ve gone to one knee if Mercy hadn’t grabbed hold of her shoulder-straps. These she used to pull Smith into a retaliatory Headbutt that weakened the brunette’s knees that much more. Spinning her rival in a half circle, Mercy went low, stuffed her shoulder against Wendy’s tummy and hoisted her like a sack of potatoes. With Smith denied her all important vertical base, the blonde took a few quick steps into the center of the ring, where she promptly tossed / dumped Wendy on her head and shoulders with something a bit too ferocious to be labeled a Double Leg Takedown.
DOUBLE LEG TAKEDOWN:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=swR9ZaV67pA
Wendy bounced to a seat and immediately cradled her right arm, which had taken the brunt of the landing. She was rubbing away the hurt when Mercy strode over and PWAAAKED a Soccer Kick flush between her shoulders. The brunette’s vaunted chest jutted forward as her spine arched and Ellis had to admit it was a tempting target. Yet she quashed the impulse and forced Smith to her back instead. “Gimme that.” Mercy seized Wendy’s right wrist and wrenched it away from her torso. Then she threaded one leg around the exposed limb, dropped to her butt and-- cursed under her breath when Wendy Smith rolled onto her hip and locked her hands, a last second adjustment that saved her elbow from destruction via Cross Armbreaker.
Not about to give up on a potentially devastating maneuver, Mercy pulled her right leg away from the Scissors and jabbed that foot against her opponent’s hands. “I want your arm, Wendy.” Mercy explained between strikes. “Better you give it willingly than make me take WHOOOAAAHH!”
Wendy bulled forward, the surprise rush stacking her attacker on her shoulders for a quick…
ONE…
TWO…
The Blonde with the Iron Fists kicked loose and returned to her previous position.
Angered by the near-fall, she stretched her right leg out again and pulled the left one in close. But rather than attack Smith’s hands, she aimed her foot at the brunette’s cheek and let loose with a short, stabbing kick.
The sole of Mercy’s boot smacked into the brunette’s cheek snapping her head to the side, her grip weakening as she only had the tips of her fingers defending against the Cross Armbreaker. Ellis yanked again, but the stubborn Pennsylvania Powerhouse won’t give up and rolled into her captor‘d haunches. Wendy compressed the MMA star and earned herself enough slack to reset her hand grip.
Al dropped back down on the canvas to check Mercy’s shoulders, then looked all the more surprised when the blonde was muscled off the canvas. The Suplex Machine let out a loud grunt as she rose with the hundred and twenty-five pound blonde in tow. Ellis remained calm and yanked at the arm in her grip, but she still couldn’t break the iron grip of her adversary. Wendy bellowed a few more times, a combination of pain and exertion as she got to her full height. where she was able to rest some of Ellis’s weight on her shoulder.
Mercy pulled her right hand free and hammered a fist into the top of Smith’s skull, but that didn’t free her as Wendy moved to the nearest set of turnbuckles. Instead of slamming the blonde back to the canvas, which might not free her, Wendy drew close enough to the corner so when she started to fall forward the back of Ellis’s head BWUUUNGED off the top turnbuckle. Mercy’s hold fell away as she dealt with her suddenly spinning head. Wendy stumbled, then limped away holding her arm which was on fire from elbow to shoulder.
Al backs off, he couldn’t really do anything. Mercy was dazed but upright and Wendy was tending to her aching limb. Smith stopped shaking her arm out, and got back up on her boots as Mercy rubbed the back of her skull still using the turnbuckles for support. Wendy worked out the last of the kinks in her arm and turned back to the World’s toughest blonde. Ellis sprang into action again coming out of the corner with a Spinning Backfist, but again Smith dropped her noggin low enough to avoid being smacked. The Suplex Machine looped her wounded arm around Mercy’s waist and hooked her good arm behind the blonde’s right thigh grabbing her inner thigh.
BELLY TO BACK SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=BcMqf7rew7w
This time Wendy didn’t release her grip into the back of Mercy’s head impacts on the canvas, Ellis bounced off the mat flipping over on to her stomach. The Suplex Machine bounced up to her feet and circled around the blonde. Making nearly a full circle around the MMA Star Wendy reached down grabbed her by the wrist and extended the arm out to her side. In a case of tit for tat, Smith held the limb extended and swung her leg around dropping it down across Mercy’s tricep. The Ohio native screamed in pain pulling the arm protectively under her.
The Pennsylvania Powerhouse seated beside Mercy had other plans though. Shooting a Half Nelson on the arm she just attacked, Wendy turned Ellis to her back. Wendy held the move when she got Mercy on her side, the brunette clearly having something else in mind other than a pinfall. Smith balled a fist and muttered, “Let’s test your abs a bit.”
Keeping Mercy locked up, Wendy started throwing short shots into the blonde’s tummy. Mercy’s bottom arm was trapped behind her and with the top one still controlled by the Suplex Machine she could only tighten her tummy muscles in defense. Wendy chopped at opposing belly with abandon and though Ellis didn’t give her satisfaction of crying out, but Wendy enjoyed each little grunt her fist pulled from the blonde. Mercy’s legs pedaled wildly as she tried to work the positioning into something more to her liking, but before she could free herself Wendy paused and pushed up still holding the Half Nelson.
Upright now Wendy spun Mercy out of the Nelson and sent her into the near ropes. Ellis didn’t rebound off the ropes, instead she locked her arms around the top strand to keep her from returning to the waiting grasp of the Suplex Machine. Irritated at the denial, Smith rushed in and aimed her shoulder at blonde tummy. Wendy never reached her mark though as Mercy raised a boot and THWHAPPED it into her face. Mercy followed with vengeance on her mind. If Smith wanted to throw fists, Mercy felt obliged to step into the Suplex Machine’s space. Coming up from behind, Ellis wrapped both arms around the stout waist of her opponent and turned so Wendy faced the ropes and lifted. Mercy got Wendy in the air and leaned far back taking Smith over with a bridging German Suplex.
Finally needed again, Carpenter slid down to the canvas and after a quick check…
ONE…
TWO…
NOOO!
Wendy bucked free with a full second to spare, but could only make it over onto her stomach for present.
Beside her, Ellis ‘flicked’ her trunks back into place over her glutes, then smoothed out her ponytail. Throughout she never took her eyes off Smith’s toppled form, the Rapier vigilant even when her opponent was little more than breathing decoration.
“Up. Up, Wendy.”
Mercy twined a commanding hand into the brunette’s sweat-damp locks and forced her to comply with a half dozen brisk tugs. Wendy looked rickety in the actual rising, but steadied out once she had both feet under her. This wasn’t as much of a positive as one might think, considering how quickly Ellis snuggled in and wrapped her arms around the former champ’s waist and right arm. Drawing Wendy as close as possible, the Heartless Wonder abruptly twisted around, then torqued her hips to sling Wendy up, around and down courtesy a Belly to Belly Suplex. The throw was already hard hitting without any embellishment but that didn’t stop Mercy from laying out on her tummy, thus sandwiching her adversary between the mat and her torso. Smith’s arms and legs popped open in a woozy starfish which made for easy collection of the former. Mercy trapped the far leg in a tight bundle and pulled it up high for the…
ROLLING BELLY TO BELLY SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ms8lW8FoEhA
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
Wendy’s right arm shot into the air and she rolled onto her left side, saving the match with a heartbeat to spare. Mercy leaned back and showed three fingers to Carpenter, only nodded once when he answered with two. Returning her hands to the brunette’s hair, Ellis lifted Smith to a seat, slid in from behind and twined both legs around her waist. “I could hook you in the RNC right now and this would be over in seconds. But FAWN brass hates quick knockouts almost as much as it hates escaping the cage so we’re going to do this another way.”
She went to slip her left hand into Wendy’s armpit only to run into some trouble when the Suplex Machine crossed both arms over her chest and gripped her biceps for extra leverage. Ellis crossed her ankles and squeeeeeeeeezed her Scissors, earning a soft grunt from Smith in the process.
“You really think you can turtle against me, Wendy? All right, I’ll play. Lets see how long your shell holds out.” Abiding by her promise not to try for the Sleeper portion of the Rear Naked Choke (at least not yet) Mercy pressed the palm of her left hand into the back of Smith’s head and pushed forward until her chin was less than an inch from her own cleavage. PWAK! Mercy drilled her right forearm across Wendy’s head and shoulders, then punctuated with another hard constriction.
Wendy grunted but maintained her current position in a dogged attempt to avoid whatever Ellis had in store. Yet even then she knew she couldn’t hold out forever, not with the blonde’s legs crimping her hips and that rock-hard elbow PWACK! PWACK! Mercy hit her one right after the other, then made a point of grinding her elbow into the vulnerable expanse between her foe’s shoulders. “What’re you going to do, Smith?” Ellis’s question mirrored her own interior dialogue almost word for word. “If you don’t defend against these,” she combined squeeze and strike for the first time and Wendy groaned quite a bit louder than she would’ve liked. “I’ll knock you senseless. But if you try to stop one or both (PWAK, squeeeeeeeeze!) I’ll get up under your arms and NNNGGGHHH!”
Wendy snapped her head back and struck the Assassin a sturdy blow to the tits. “Beat’cha however I see fit, Mercy!” she huffed before tucking her chin away again. “Any. (THUNK!) Means. (THUNK!) NecessaGUURRRHHHHHH!”
Mercy anticipated the fourth Headbutt by leaning back *just* enough to escape the worst of it. The evasion laid Wendy’s head on her foe’s lap in a much more comfortable alignment, unfortunately Ellis chose to keep her there by looping her left arm around the brunette’s chin.
“You laid into my stomach when I couldn’t defend myself.” Mercy cooed in the struggling battler’s ear. “I held up fine. Wonder if you’ll do the same?”
“UNNNGGGHHH!” Wendy blurted out pain and surprise when Mercy brought her right forearm down across both juggs. She groaned and kicked her feet but still didn’t bring her arms into play for fear of exposing herself to the Full Nelson or Sleeper. It wasn’t until she’d taken half a dozen more of those THWHAPPING shots that Smith broke her guard and seized Ellis’s cudgel at wrist and bicep. “You want to test my rack, Mercy?” she huffed between deep breaths. “You could’ve just asked for the tourEEERRRGGGHHH!”
Mercy extended her stems full length and truly brought the Bodyscissors to bear for the first time. Gaping in open mouthed shock, Wendy pushed the blonde’s arm aside and pounded at her thighs with frenetic little Hammer Punches. Mercy grit her teeth and endured, the bruises were worth it to have her clubbin’ arm free again. And club it did, Wendy endured half a dozen more of the bra-bruising blows before she angled her fist south and stuffed three punches into her exposed tummy. Wrenching back on the almost-Sleeper when Wendy moaned, the Heartless Wonder ‘pecked’ a kiss against her flushed forehead and said, “Defend yourself girl or I’ll finish you off right GNNNNNGHH!”
The Pennsylvania Suplex Machine sat up as best she could and brought her left hand whipping back over her right shoulder to CLAP an open-palmed slap against Mercy’s forehead. It didn’t break the Scissors but it did stop the attack on her midsection for a moment. This proved to be all Smith needed to tuck her arms in close and THUMP the points of her elbows down against the inside of Mercy’s thighs. Trying to work her arms under it would’ve been suicide, she might as well have ‘Please Triangle Choke Me Now!’ written on her trunks. So Wendy didn’t try to slide her arms through, rather she repeated the elbow gouges until Ellis’s legs loosened a little bit more.
“That‘s it baby.” Wendy whispered to no one but herself. “Open those jaws of life. Open ’em just for me.”
Smith cupped her palms against the blonde’s knees and pushed down even as she struggled to get her own knees under her. Mercy didn’t make it easy as she’d resumed Forearm Smash assault, only now it was directed against the brunette’s upper back and coming twice as fast. Wendy soaked up the shelling as best she could and kept pushing down on those constricting gams until they were loose enough for her to twist around and SHUMP her arms around Mercy’s waist with a crushing Bear Hug.
Nose to nose with her iron-fisted adversary, Wendy Smith grinned and said, “How’s this for defending myself?”
Mercy, who’d barely kept her arms from being pinned in Wendy’s noose, smirked right back. “It’ll stop the bell for a little while. But you’ve still got big problems, princess.” She illustrated one of those problems by bearing down with her Scissors hard enough to make the former Lightweight Champ gasp.
“Tuuuuhhhhh…. two can play that game.” Wendy fired back with some crush of her own and was pleased to feel the blonde groaning against the weight of her chest. Capitalizing on the momentary lack of fists in her face, Smith struggled to verticality then wheeled around in a sloppy half circle and charged the corner as fast as she could. It wasn’t mach speed considering how much time she’d spent on the canvas so Smith made up for that by not even attempting to slow down before she BWUUUNGED Mercy’s spine against the canvas-wrapped steel.
Both of their holds crumpled upon impact but Smith had used her opponent as a crash-pad and thus she managed to snag Ellis’s skull in a Front Facelock without much trouble. Backing out of the corner as soon as the first grip was secure, Wendy pumped a few Kneelifts into the Assassin’s tummy, then snatched her far leg behind the knee and jerked it up in a stiff cradle. Oh so aware of the punishment she’d just endured, the Pennsylvania Powerhouse set her feet and muscled her burden up and dropped straight down to TWHUNK her head with a brutal Fisherman’s Buster. Rolling over into a Crossbody immediately thereafter, Wendy hooked the far leg and nodded along with Al’s count of…
FISHERMAN'S BUSTER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=nA6zfnpTPTY
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO!
Mercy SLAMMED a closed fist into the brunette’s ribs to end the count with a half second to spare.
Wendy rubbed the spot of the punch as she rolled over, but the Pennsylvania Powerhouse didn’t slow as she returned to a vertical base. Mercy was a bit slower, but the blonde regained her boots quick enough to keep the brunette from taking advantage of the situation. Wendy adjusted the black sports bra under her singlet, Ellis going to her rack was not appreciated.
The MMA Star smiled at those fresh bruises, the blows she’d piled onto Wendy’s tummy had been more effective than the few shots to the juggs. Mercy shot in low and fast to take Smith off her feet again, but this time the Suplex Machine was waiting and she managed to get lower and came up with an arm behind the blonde’s leg and the other across her shoulder. Ellis realized the danger, but too late as her other foot was ripped off the mat and she’s sent flying by Wendy’s T-Bone Suplex.
T-BONE SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=D1-CMsT8D4E
Mercy hit the thinly padded plywood hard on her left side and rolled over two or three times before coming to a stop near the ropes. Wendy rocked back on her shoulders and with a sudden pop kipped to her feet in a single motion. Smith pumped her arm and the crowd cheered, though it’s not a cheer for the good girl over the bad girl, it’s just the applause for skilled fighters.
The former Lightweight Champion headed to the opposite ropes and gained speed on her rebound she raced back to the still down blonde. Closing in Smith went into a Baseball Slide and drove her boots into Mercy, sending her out of the ring under the bottom rope. The crowd groaned as Ellis dropped off the apron and hit the floor like a wet sack. Still in the ring, Smith pulled herself back in and looked out over the top rope to see where Mercy ended up.
The Pennsylvania Powerhouse didn’t break out the speed game very often, but she must’ve been in the mood tonight because she headed for the far ropes again to make another charging attack. Wendy hit the cables and as she turned she could see the top of the blonde’s ponytail starting to come up over the ring apron. Kicking things into another gear Smith picked up speed to hit her foe as she rose. Wendy leapt diving through the middle and top ropes aimed perfectly, but Mercy got her hands on the ring apron and somehow swung her left leg up putting it right in the path of the flying Suplex Machine.
Wendy’s head snapped to one side, her back hitting the top rope hard enough to stop her charge dead. But the resultant tumble was uncontrolled and Smith hit the ring apron with her shoulder before bouncing off and to the floor below. Mercy had to move to get out of the way of the falling brunette, which she’d done shortly before Al came over to the ropes. “Bring it back in the ring, Mercy.”
The Blonde With the Iron Fists walked along the ring on the floor, then pivoted when she reached the stairs and came flying back to deliver a kick to the brunette’s rack as Wendy reached to her knees. Smith sank to her haunches, buttocks on heels, her arms hanging limp at her side as she tried to get air back into her lungs after the vicious strike. Mercy passed by and looked up at Carpenter who had started counting the two beauties out of the ring. Content with the time available, Ellis wiped the sweat from her brow, walked back to Wendy and hauled her up with a handful of hair.
Mercy hooked her hands on the back of Wendy’s neck pulling her into a Muy Tai clinch. The blonde led her captive away from the ring a bit and began bringing her knees up into Wendy’s flanks and tummy. The front few rows could hear the smack of flesh on flesh, even more rows back could make out the grunts of pain that accompanied each blow. Smith’s free arm was finally able to catch one of the raised legs and holded it against her body to stop Mercy’s assault.
Before the MMA Star could pull her leg free she’s hoisted into the air again. Still holding Wendy by the head, Mercy raised a fist to pound Smith’s skull. She never got a chance though as the Suplex Machine fell backward and dropped Ellis face-first into the apron. Mercy’s head whiplashed back wickedly before she crumpled to the floor. Wendy was under the blonde as she pooled down on top of her. Smith gave a shove pushing Ellis off of her and rolled away, Al concerned and happy for any excuse to avoid the forbidden count out finish climbed down to check on both women warriors.
“How you doing, Wendy?” Carpenter asked as soon as he’d knelt beside the brunette. “Anything broken?”
Smith shook her head, sat up and groaned as the ghosts of Mercy’s punches lit into her tummy again. “I’m fine, Al.” she muttered. “It’s nothing tossing a bytch won’t fix.”
“Good luck with that, princess.” a ragged voice answered from a few feet away. Perched on one knee, Mercy Ellis reached up, grabbed the bottom rope and used it to hoist herself to verticality. “You’re gonna have to earn a few more bruises if you wanna toss this bytch.”
Smith got to her feet and shooed Carpenter out of the way. “I’m more than happy to exchange bruises with you, tuff girl.” the Suplex Machine taunted. “Only difference is, mine are a badge of hard-earned victory, yours are the telltale signs of an ass-kicking.”
Mercy rolled her shoulders, raised her hands and then very slowly, very deliberately, undid the Velcro straps at her wrists. Once the gloves were peeled and discarded at her feet, the Blonde with the Iron Fists beckoned her foe forward. “You think you can kick my ass, Smith? Step up and give it your best shot.”
Not about to be outdone by her foe’s bare knuckles, Wendy reached up and undid both shoulder straps one right after the other, leaving only the black sports bra to armor her impressive chest. “Just remember baby, you asked for my best. Don’t cry once you get it.”
Ellis snorted and Smith came for her, the former Lightweight Champion shooting low for the blonde’s waist. The Assassin threw her hips back to stuff the throw and in that she succeeded, alas Wendy’s true intent laid in the form of a straight right hand she PWAAAKED into Mercy’s flat midriff. She followed with a second punch from the knee, then pushed off and THUNKED the crown of her head into the point of Ellis’s chin in a makeshift Jawbreaker. Mercy’s hands rallied to protect her injured face so Wendy lowered her head and chup-chup-chup-CHUPPED a lighting fast series of punches into those undefended abdominals.
Sensing the trap she’d stumbled into, Ellis wrapped her arms around the brunette’s shoulders to clinch. This worked until Wendy hugged her up around the waist and charged down the aisle to BWUNK Mercy into the steel post spine-first. Mercy shouted, but the bolt of pain must’ve been at least slightly galvanizing as she managed to send Smith back several paces with a hard shove. Noting the wobble in her rival’s legs in an instant, Wendy charged, laced her hands together and swung the Altoona Sledge straight for the blonde’s che--THWHACK!
Mercy spun in a razor sharp half circle, flicked out her right hand and swiveled Wendy’s head with the savage Back Fist known as the Uraken. Knocked around on her heel by the surprise blow, Wendy made it all of three steps before Ellis slapped a rough Waistlock around her middle. Spooked out of her stupor, Wendy snatched for the blonde’s wrists a split second too late. Mercy popped her hips and dropped backward to THWHUMP the Suplex Machine down on the back of her head and shoulders with a murderous Release German Suplex.
RELEASE GERMAN SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=db60HTA0T2A
Knowing a turn in the tide when she felt one, Mercy sat up and swiped hair off her face before getting to her feet. Al was already checking on Wendy (the poor honorable dope hadn’t bothered to return to the ring after setting foot on the floor) so Ellis shooed him away and twined a hand in her foe’s hair. “Get it in the ring, Carpenter.” the Heartless Wonder told him as she scraped Smith off the floor. “I’m sure as hell not going to beat her out here and you can check her head just as easy in there.” With that Mercy grabbed hold of the brunette’s waistband, turned in a wide circle and used the extra momentum to sling the stalled Powerhouse under the bottom rope.
Carpenter slid in immediately thereafter and set about checking Wendy for signs of a concussion. Mercy saw that and smiled. “It’d already be over if this was the cage, Wendy.” she said under her breath. “Thankfully FAWN doesn’t always end my fights right as they’re getting good.”
Preoccupied with thoughts of putting Wendy’s lights out, Mercy didn’t notice the crowd’s roar when she climbed onto the apron. Indeed she only realized the problem when strong hands gripped her ankles and yanked! Completely unprepared for violent shift, Ellis went straight down and THWHUNKED her chin on the edge of the apron, a blow almost as strong as one of her own Flying Knees. Legs reduced to jelly, Mercy turned to the left, as instinct told her danger lurked there. Instinct proved correct, alas it did nothing to save her, in fact the Assassin got only the briefest glimpse of blonde and black before--THWAAACK!
SHOTEI:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=xxXkPtYNvN8
MIRANDA WAINRIGHT:
Miranda Wainright slammed the heel of her left hand into Mercy’s chin so hard it turned her inside out in the heartbeats it took her to reach the floor. Clad in her usual purple paisley sundress and omnipresent black hat, the Straight-Edge Siren glanced to the squared circle and was pleased to see Al Carpenter still engrossed with Wendy’s aching noggin. “Excellent work, shepherd.” she whispered. “You tend to your lamb and I’ll tend to mine.” Returning to Mercy without paying a moment’s notice to the jeering crowd, Wainright pulled the blonde off the mat, snagged her at trunks and tresses and stuffed her under the bottom rope. Didn’t toss her though, she didn’t want the official to get suspicious. Once Ellis was properly returned to her pen, Miranda picked the least objectionable looking fans in the front row and hopped the barricade between them. Satisfied with her night’s work, she melted into the throng while whistling a few bars of ‘Sympathy For The Devil’.
Blissfully unaware of the mugging outside the ring, Al got to his feet when Wendy sat up and only then realized Mercy hadn’t hassled him about taking so much time with the brunette. “Sorry Mercy, I had to make sure Wendy could still…” He caught sight of Ellis sprawled facedown half in and half out of the ring. Interior alarm bells ringing, the official hurried over and dropped to one knee. “What happened, Mercy? Do you need me to call a medic?”
Ellis groaned quietly, then pushed onto her hands. “Suuuhhhh…. someone jumped me. Didn’t see whoRRGGGGHHH!”
Wendy snatched a double handful of Mercy’s ponytail and yanked the gobsmacked Assassin into a snug Standing Headscissors. “That… was a really good German, Mercy.” Smith huffed after she’d wrapped her arms around the blonde’s waist. “But this? This is the world’s best…. f*ck, I still don’t know what to call it.”
The Pennsylvania Powerhouse bent her knees and muscled Mercy onto her shoulders for what might’ve been a Powerbomb but almost certainly wasn’t. Sure enough, Smith Sure enough, she relinquished the Waistlock and reached behind Ellis’s neck with both hands to secure a Muy Thai style clasp of her own. From there she scooted Mercy down a bit, snuggling the blonde’s tush against her chest and their foreheads only inches apart. Then she dipped down and peeled off one final bridge, one that THWHUMPED Mercy squarely on the back of her head and neck. Folded ass over teakettle by the brutality of Wendy’s WTF-Plex, Mercy barely even squirmed while Al counted…
WTF-PLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=CfPhWS-hYYk
ONE…
TWO…
THREE!
The bell sounded and Wendy released at once, she was too damned tired to hold the bridge a second longer than necessary. “Ladies and gentlemen, your winner via pin-fall… WENDY SMITH!”
She stood up and grinned as Al raised her hand, but frowned when a good portion of the crowd booed. “What’d I do?” the victrix asked Carpenter. “I don’t wanna brag, but that was a helluva match.”
Al looked troubled. “Don’t think you did anything, Wendy. Mercy though… I think someone coldcocked her when I was checking you after that Suplex.”
“What?!” Wendy’s frown deepened. She didn’t like the idea of someone sticking their nose in what was a very big match for both women.” More than a little perturbed, she trudged over to the ropes nearest the Announce Table and caught the eye of one of the camera crew. “If someone was out here, I wanna see it.”
He muttered something into an earpiece, then pointed to the ‘tron. Smith followed his finger, then cursed when she saw what Wainright had done. “What the hell are you playing at, Miranda?” she muttered.
“Don’t even think about it, Smith.” The brunette looked over her shoulder and saw Mercy watching the screen with narrow, furious eyes. “That question is mine to have answered.” Ellis told the Suplex Machine. “Once it’s answered to my satisfaction… and once Miranda Wainright’s in a bloody heap at my feet… then I’ll get back to you with a brand new question.”
“Ask away, Mercy.”
“Think you can beat me without help?” Wendy started to reply but stopped when the Heartless Wonder raised a hand. “I don’t want an answer now. I’d rather punch you in the mouth a few times first.” With that she stomped past the winner, slipped through the ropes and headed up the ramp.
Wendy shook her head, disappointed. The win would certainly propel her back up the ranks in terms of title contention, but Miranda’s interference had stained her first encounter with the Merciless One and that simply couldn’t be tolerated. “Stepped in it this time, Miranda.” she said softly. “If Mercy doesn’t finish you, I will. Then I’ll run up the score on her.”