Post by alyadmirer on Dec 7, 2015 0:21:31 GMT
“Ladies and gentlemen the following contest is scheduled for one fall with a twenty minute time limit! Introducing first 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!”
SYDNEY DESCHAIN:
The arena full of FAWNatics racked focus 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 turned her attention to the camera that’d dollied up beside her. “So the office picked my opponent tonight and didn’t bother to tell me. This should be interesting.”
For her penultimate FAWN appearance the brunette wore a black bottoms with thin white trim and matte gray boots and pads. As in the months prior she wore the dark blue tank-top that read: ’Tap Out Tour 2015’ in faded white script. Treating the most energetic of her fans to a swiped palm or a slight nod, Deschain took her time getting to the ring but never once lowered her defenses, just in case this ’mystery opponent’ decided to attack from behind. It never came though and Deschain breathed a near silent sigh of relief as she climbed the steps to the apron.
Once in the ring she strode to the center posted up directly in front of the hard camera. Offering it the ghost of a smile she grabbed the bottom edge of her tank-top and peeled it up to reveal the usual black white-trimmed tankini top beneath. Tossing the wadded garment to referr Algernon Carpenter, Syd backed into a corner facing the entrance and offered up her wrists, knees and elbows when the official asked. Deschain almost thought about asking if he knew who was waiting on the other side of the curtain, then decided against it. She’d rather be surprised.
All eyes were on the stage when the FAWN’tron cut from a live shot of the arena to deep in the heart of the executive suite. Seated behind a giant mahogany desk, Bethany Christian smiled out at everyone, but her eyes were on the Marvel and there was no humor in them.
BETHANY CHRISTIAN:
“Good evening everyone. Hello, Sydney dear. Interesting tidbit, when Thomas first pitched this ‘retirement tour’ idea or yours I thought he was out of his mind. I mean, let’s be honest. You’re a talented but aging upper mid-carder who’s held gold in every promotion she’s ever wrestled for, save this one. And yet special attractions are special attractions and you do have an obnoxiously devoted fan base, so I raised no objection when Anciline seconded the idea.” Mention of her ‘obnoxiously devoted’ fan base got those in question out of their seats and cheering at the top of their lungs, which in turn earned a faint smile from their heroine. Bethany paid no mind to either reaction. “With the issue thus settled I turned my attention to more important business and believe me, there was a lot of it. Truth be told you didn’t merit much thought at all until All Hallows Evil, when I looked up and realized you were an astounding ten and oh on FAWN pay-per-views in 2015!”
More cheers from the crowd, but no smile from Deschain. She sensed trouble, and rightly so.
“My first reaction was that you must’ve been picking low hanging fruit. Women desperate for television time or other relics like yourself who should’ve retired quietly five years ago. But no! Among the defeated are FOUR former World Champions, two of them multi-time and of those one is arguably the current best in-ring performer in FAWN. Then there’s a pair of legitimate hard-cases, the longest running Intercontinental Champion in the promotion’s history and a tag victory over a faction comprised of three women I’m certain will hold gold in the future.”
Bethany leaned back in her chair, looking thoughtful. “Regardless of my feelings about you personally or professionally, that is an impressive accomplishment and I salute you for it. And yet, undefeated streaks are tricky things. The longer they go, the more valuable they become if only because the fans are eager to see it extended for one more night… or shattered like their own dreams. Now classic narrative structure would see you win eleven straight battles, then go out on your shield to some erstwhile babyface or especially heartless heel in the month of December, but that’s a hoary old cliché and I despise hoary old clichés. So let’s flip the script, shall we? I’ve handpicked your opponent for tonight, a woman I’m certain can hand you a decisive loss and thus remove all that burdensome pressure you might otherwise feel heading into Season’s Beatings. So don’t worry about losing your last match, dear heart. This is the one that’s going to trip you up. And just who is your opponent, you ask? Fear not….”
Bethany stood up and rolled her shoulders. “Her music should be hitting right about…. now.”
The pounding, ominous beginning of Disturbed’s 'The Sickness' filled the arena. Moments later, Bethany Christian herself stepped onto the ramp and onto the FAWN stage dressed for combat. And in spite of a large portion of the audience loathing her, the statuesque brunette still awed most with her appearance. Her long, well shaped legs appeared even longer, thanks to the cut of the hips of a burgundy one piece that also emphasized and accentuated a bust that was impressive enough in its own right. The ensemble was completed by golden knee pads, elbow pads and boots.
Bethany strode down to the ring with no sense of urgency or concern, and why shouldn’t she? Woman practically owned the building. Climbing the steps at a deliberate pace, Bethany slipped though the ropes and into the ring. There were clearly no butterflies in her stomach, nor the slightest indication she knew what ’ring rust’ meant. Executive or not, this was HER ring and she’d claim it any time she saw fit.
Taking up residence in the center of the ring, Christian stared Sydney down for several seconds before pulling a small white card from within her right elbow pad. This she gave to Carpenter, who looked it over before handing it off to the Announcer.
Extra careful with this particular set of stats, the man in the spotlight said, “And introducing her opponent, hailing from New Haven, Connecticut, she stands at five feet nine inches tall and weighs in at…. none of your damned business. This is BETHANY CHRISTIAN!” The Corporate Crusher stretched her arms wide to soak in all the boos, then tipped Deschain a wink before sauntering into the opposite corner.
The bell CLANGED and Bethany strode out of her corner like she owned the place, which, she kinda did. Seemingly nonplussed by the Blassenville-grade Destroyer headed her way, Sydney pushed away from the buckles and slid along the ropes, all the better to keep Christian from cutting off the ring. Of course, Bethany didn’t have to resort to such cheap intimidation and she knew it. Posting up in the center of the, ahem, HER, ring, the FAWN executive fixed her adversary with a chilly smile. “Don’t make me walk you down, Deschain. You won’t like what happens if I do.”
Syd countered with her own soft, mean smile. “And you won’t like what happens if I meet you over there. Still interested, boss lady?”
Christian spread her arms wide, which did wonders for the upper half of her one-piece. “More than ever. I’ve meant to teach you a lesson ever since Thomas brought you over from WOLF.”
“I was never hard to find.” Deschain replied as she started to cut the distance between them. “But I can see how working your way out from behind that great big desk could’ve been a problem.”
Bethany treated her to an ‘are you finished?’ sort of glare, then raised her hands to shoulder level. “Please, I insist.” she beckoned the smaller brunette forward.
“Oh no, I couldn’t. Suits always get first crack. Can’t have them getting shown up from the--” Christian pounced and immediately skipped back because the Marvel smacked a snappy little kick against her right thigh. “Hmmmmh, doesn’t feel soft.” Sydney murmured. “You’re clearly working out, so why the executive act? Heart not in it anymore?” Bethany answered with a second lunge, which Deschain repelled just like the first, albeit with a kick to the left thigh.
Refusing to rub the sting from her gams, Christian tucked her hair behind her ears as she said, “Didn’t want to overshadow my employees. Running roughshod with the World Title would’ve made anyone that came after me look second rate by comparison.” She surged even faster the third time around, not that it stopped the Mangler from tagging her with another kick. Only this time Christian trapped the smaller brunette’s ankle between her hip and bicep, forcing Deschain to hop on one foot.
Smile a bit wider now, Bethany grabbed her foe’s kneepad and pulled it down over her shin. Then she curled her free hand into a fist and PWAAAKED a punch directly against Syd’s exposed knee! Sydney winced but kept her balance, which pleased Christian to no end. “You’re feeling pretty strong yourself, short timer.” she smirked. “Won’t last long though, not with me working these gimpy legs.” Deschain opened her mouth to reply but offered up a pained yelp when the corporate crusher drilled an elbow into the curve of her knee. Two more Elbow Strikes followed, as did a ‘smecking’ claw grip applied to Syd’s thigh. “I should’ve done this years ago.” Bethany chortled as she kneaded the dense meat. “Could’ve knocked an easy million off your contract if you came into the meeting wiping tit sweat and tears off your face.”
“Tears would’ve been yours Christian.” Deschain growled. “Either from the ring or your fellow suits when they demoted you after I smothered your ass out in the center of the OOOOFFFFHHHH!”
Bethany jerked Sydney close, hooked a leg behind her planted heel and swept her to the mat. The ring was still shivering when Christian turned into the raised gam and went to the mat with the full weight of her hundred and forty plus pounds behind the Elbow Drop she THWHUMPED into Deschain’s exposed left thigh. Sydney cried out but instead of freezing in place she locked her legs around Bethany’s hips and squeezed HARD. Startled by this unexpected development, Christian sat up and wedged her hands against the sides of Syd’s knees only to leave herself exposed to the Forearm Smashes that THWHAPPED across the back of her neck.
A fresh squeeze on the Bodyscissors distracted Bethany just long enough for Deschain to crook her left arm around the executive’s throat. Gripping her own right bicep for extra leverage, the Marvel put that hand against the back of Christian’s skull and pushed forward while simultaneously pulling back with her left arm. Teeth bared as she endured the first few seconds of a tight Rear Naked Choke, Bethany pounded a few elbows into the smaller woman’s ribs and thighs but when that didn’t produce immediate results she settled on something far more practical. Careful as one could possibly be while mired in a potentially match ending Chokehold, Christian rolled onto her hands and knees, then clambered to her feet with what looked like hardly any effort at all.
Syd, who felt the pulsing in her foe’s midsection and throat far better than the audience could, knew it hadn’t been quite that easy but she also knew she wasn’t going to salt this match away so soon. To that end she went to relinquish the Scissors, unfortunately that was the moment Bethany hooked her arms around the veteran’s calves. Knowing exactly what the Destroyer meant for her, Deschain poured pressure into the Sleeper, wrenching Bethany’s head every which way but loose even as the big brunette tromped toward the nearest corner. While she never achieved a full run or even a quick trot, Christian was most definitely moving faster by the time she spun around and BWUUUNGED Sydney into the buckles spine-first. Deschain didn’t release her hooks and that was fine, Bethany had expected as much. And it didn’t matter now, she had the top rope in both hands and could order a break whenever she wanted.
Perhaps that was why the crowd murmured in surprise when the FAWN Figurehead took a couple giant steps forward, then threw herself back into the thinly-padded steel. Sleeper and Scissors got noticeably looser, but loose wasn’t broken and Bethany Christian very much wanted this crowd to see her batter one of the Mangler’s precious holds to pieces. So she BWUUUNGED the both of them into the buckles three more times in the span of perhaps ten seconds. She would’ve made it an even half dozen if Sydney hadn’t abruptly disengaged to slump breathlessly against the corner.
“I must say, I hope that’s not the best you’ve got to offer me.” Christian cooed to Syd without bothering to glance over her shoulder. “I’d hate to think I stepped out from behind the desk to humble a glorified mid-carder.
“Don’t worry, Bethany.” the other brunette huffed. “You stepped out from behind your desk to get submitted by the best wrestler never to wear FAWN GUUUUHHHFFFHH!”
Bethany stepped back and thrust her hips out, slamming the medicine ball of her backside into the pit of Deschain’s tummy. “You talk like I would’ve let you get within five miles of a title match! Oh, I had to acquiesce to the board on a few occasions, but I always had a plan in place in case the world’s greatest charisma vacuum managed to steal the FAWN World Title.” She punctuated by smashing her tush into Sydney’s abs and grrrrrrrrrinding it back n’ forth until the official came over and said, “All right Ms. Christian, she’s in the ropes. Let’s get it out of the corner.”
Bethany smiled and leaned back like she was enjoying a stretch on her favorite chaise and not trying to crush the breath from a more than capable adversary. “And what might you do if I don’t cooperate, Al? Are you going to count?”
The ref looked at her rather questioningly. “….Yes?”
“Good.” Bethany smirked and threw an elbow over her shoulder than struck Deschain on the cheek. “Well? Go ahead and get started. It’s clear this one’s not getting out of here without your assistance.”
So the ref did as bade and Bethany released at ‘FOUR!’ with nary a protest. Hands raised to shoulder level she stepped away from the buckles then pivoted on one heel and THWHAPPED a stiff Back Kick into the pit of Sydney’s stomach. Deschain ‘ooofffhhhed!’ and doubled over, or she would have if the FAWN executive hadn’t spun around and THWHUMPED a hard, short Clothesline across her chest.
More confident that Christian wasn’t going to use her front office status for leniency, Al closed in with the count already going. Bethany didn’t argue, she was already doing what the official wanted, albeit using a handful of hair to get the job done. Once Syd was out of the corner Bethany trapped her prey in a Front Facelock, then slung Deschain’s near arm over her shoulders and helped herself to a generous handful of waistband. Knees bent ever so slightly, she muscled the Marvel all the way to high noon in a single jerk and proceeded to keep her there long enough for the crowd to start counting.
‘ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR!’ Christian’s positioning was perfect, her grippin’ hand moved from Sydney’s trunks to brace against her fluttering tummy. ‘TEN! ELEVEN! TWELEVE!” Quite confident in herself, the big brunette removed her hand from Deschain’s midsection and used it to urge the crowd to keep counting. ‘FIFTEEN! SIXTEEN! SEVENTEEN! EIGHTEEN!” Bethany snagged Deschain’s hip one more time to keep her in place for a few squats, each timed to the beat. “TWENTY-THREE! TWENTY-FOUR! TWENTY-FIVE!’
She straightened up, kicked her right leg forward and laid out on her back to THA-WHAM a woozy Deschain spine-first into the thinly-padded plywood. Floating over as nimbly as a lightweight, Bethany hooked the far leg in a domineering cradle while grrrrrrrriiiinding the ridge of her other forearm against Sydney’s jaw. Inches away, Al Carpenter counted…
DELAYED VERTICAL SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=aGikFU7eSSI
ONE…
TWO…
Sydney kicked loose at ‘TWO!’ and rolled to one side, putting her back to Christian. “Glad to see such an enthusiastic kick out.” the executive chortled as she filled a hand with Deschain’s dark hair. “It would’ve been highly disappointing to discover I’d had marketing and advertising waste nearly a year’s worth of energy on a woman bested so easily.”
“If you think a Suplex and some corner mugging is going to stop me,” Syd grunted, “you need to go back and re-watch some tapes, boss ladyYYERRGGHH!”
Bethany plunged her hands into the technician’s hair and gave it a hard shake for the simple joy of hearing her foe yowl. Pulling Sydney up alongside her, Christian patted the Marvel’s cheek and cooed, “Believe me little girl, I’m going to watch this tape over and over agaNNNNGGGHHH!”
Deschain snatched some hair of her own, forced her head under the taller brunette’s chin and dropped to her knees in a Jawbreaker! The move rocked Bethany back a few steps, giving the Mangler enough time to get up and THWHAP the Destroyer across the chin with a European Uppercut. It hit flush and true but Christian didn’t go down, so Syd cupped one hand across the back of her rival’s neck, tugged her head down and THWHAPPED opposing chin with a second European Uppercut.
“At least you’re tougher than most pencil pushers.” Deschain muttered when Bethany stumbled back, one hand pressed to her jaw. Quite unwilling to let Christian stand a moment longer than necessary, Sydney rounded on one heel, charged into the strands on the other side of the ring and rocketed back the way she came to THWHACK Christian with a running version of the standard European Uppercut. Bethany spun around like she’d taken a huge Haymaker and would’ve gone sprawling on her face if she hadn’t landed with her arms draped over the top rope.
Taking the opportunity to enjoy something she’d contemplated for quite a while, Syd crooked her fingers into claws and RAKED Bethany’s back from shoulders to buttocks! Christian yelped, pushed off and spun around with a big punch that sailed over the Marvel’s head. Syd pounded a pair of hooks into the bigger woman’s midsection then grabbed a wrist and stepped away for an Irish Whip. She’d just slung the executive toward the far side of the ring and was half a heartbeat from letting her go when Christian dug in her heels and yanked the veteran into her waiting arms. Bethany curled her right arm around Deschain’s waist, hooked her left behind Syd’s right knee and stuffed her shoulder into the other woman’s midsection even as she exploded up onto her toes. Then she whipped around as hard as she could and dropped to her knees to THAWHAM the Marvel out flat with a ring-rattling Spinebuster!
SPINEBUSTER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=CMvcESba4pI
Sydney cried out and cradled the back of her head in both hands, meaning her defenses were quite occupied when Bethany floated over and hooked the far leg for…
ONE…
TWO…
Sydney kicked loose at ‘TWO!’ again, though it was much closer to ‘THREE!’ this time. Still seething even though she’d contained the jailbreak, Christian put hand to shoulder and hip and shoveled Deschain onto her tummy. “You wanna rake my back, sweetheart?” she snarled. “I can play that game too!” She did just that, pressing her hands to Sydney’s shoulders and scoring her back half a dozen times in no more than ten seconds. Deschain didn’t sit there and whimper of course, she fought tooth and nail to get clear of Christian’s claws, but the big brunette stuffed a knee against the small of her back and she couldn’t go much of anywhere. To make matters worse, Bethany slapped an S-grip across Syd’s chin and craaaaaaaaaaaaanked back in something that was almost a Camel Clutch.
“Tap out Deschain! Before I break your back!” Christian jammed her knee home and added another yank on the Chinlock for emphasis.
Syd scoffed, an impressive trick considering her rather precarious position. “What’s the matter, Beth?” she taunted. “Already gassing out? Maybe you should’ve spent a few more minutes on your cariUUUNNNNNGGGH!”
Christian yanked the defenseless woman’s head back and PWAAAKED a nasty Forearm Smash across the back of the neck. “Are you kidding me, kitten? I haven’t even broken a sweat and you’re down there struggling for breath! You might not be gassed out yet, but you’re gonna TAP OUT soon!” Sydney couldn’t answer right away so Christian smacked the back of her head, then clamped down on the nape of her neck. On her feet shortly thereafter, Bethany transitioned to a Wristlock, backed off and hurled Deschain at a corner on the far side of the squared circle.
BWUUUNG! She hit back-first and threw her arms over the top rope to keep vertical. Out near the center of the ring, Bethany stretched her arms wide and looked out at the capacity crowd. “Listen closely now.” she taunted. “You’re about to hear her spirit break!” That didn’t get her much love from the fans, not that Christian gave a shyt. She just rolled her eyes and charged the corner at full speed with every intention of crushing the Mangler to paste. There were still a few long paces between Bethany and her target when Sydney lunged forward, hopped low and PWAAAAKED her heels into Christian’s right thigh. Bethany’s cry rang out for a split second before her face bounced into the top turnbuckle, cutting it off with almost mechanical neatness.
Ugly as the collision was, the FAWN executive managed to keep her feet, mostly thanks to her landing against the buckles. Alas, sustained verticality only meant less work for Deschain when it came time to scrape her opponent off the mat and considering the mood the Mangler was in, the time came very quickly. Positioned behind the stunned battler, Syd took hold of Bethany’s right ankle in both hands and pulled it out behind her. The abrupt yanking pulled Christian from the safety of the ropes, which she didn’t much appreciate.
“Let me go right now, Deschain!” Bethany barked. “I was in the ropes and am therefore entitled to NNNGGGHHHH!”
Sydney reeled Christian in by the foot and wedged the hopping lovely’s shin against her midsection, thus trapping it between them when she looped her arms around Bethany’s waist. With the usually sturdy battler reduced to hopping on one foot, Deschain dropped into a crouch and popped her hips to THWHUMP Christian on the back of her head courtesy a Leg-Trap German Suplex. Syd didn’t bother to hold the bridge, choosing instead to let the bigger brunette flop over in a facedown sprawl.
LEG TRAP GERMAN SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=0aNliQWB5pM
Understandably rattled but far from out of it, Bethany pushed to all fours and crawled the short distance to the nearest corner. Once there she took hold of the middle rope and used it to haul herself to verticality. She’d just put some weight on her right leg when the Mangler rushed in and THWHUNKED the broad side of her thigh across the small of Christian’s back.
“GAAAAAAHHNNNNGGGHHH!” The bludgeon against her spine was bad enough, having her chest and tummy smashed against the turnbuckles only made it worse. Not that it got much better when Deschain took hold of that aching right leg and lifted it off the canvas. “Get off of me!” Christian threw a few ineffective elbows over one shoulder, apparently forgetting that all she had to do was ask the official for a break. “You have to be insane to think you’ll get away with mugging me in the corNNEERGGHH!”
Syd threaded Bethany’s knee over the middle rope, grabbed her ankle and pulled up, forcing the gam to close tight on that rubber-coated steel. “ROPES!” Christian wailed once she finally remembered her position. “I’m in the ropes, get her off me NOW!”
Al moved in with his hand already raised which made it all the more remarkable when the Marvel backed off without him having to say a word. Any satisfaction the quick break might have granted Bethany was snatched away when Sydney snapped a mean little kick into the underside of the bottom rope. Removing her sore leg from the trap as quickly as possible, Christian’s exit from the corner hit another big snag when Deschain closed in and once again seized her right ankle. “Oh, you’re gonna PAY for this cheap shyt!” Bethany roared as her heel was jammed snug against her tush. “When I get my hands on you you’re gonna WHOOOAAHHH ARRRRGGGGGGHHHHH!”
Since one arm was preoccupied by Christian’s trapped stem, Syd could only apply a half Waistlock with the other, thankfully that was all she needed to get the hobbled executive off her feet. The FAWNatics let out a worried gasp, most of them thinking Deschain was about to dump her opposition over the ropes in particularly unpleasant fashion. It wasn’t quite that wicked, though Bethany certainly didn’t appreciate the alternative. As close to the corner as she could get with Christian still in tow, Deschain pushed onto her toes, then dropped her foe’s exposed / folded right knee on the top turnbuckle in a modified Shinbreaker.
Bethany bellowed, landed on one leg and saved herself a spill by grabbing hold of the top rope in both hands. A good plan, alas it left her flanks defenseless against the Double Chop Deschain drilled home just above the point of her hips. That broke her hold on the ropes and Syd wasted no time in wrenching both arms back in a flawless Double Chickenwing. Finally backing away from the corner, the brunette buzzsaw peeled off another bridge, this time for a Tiger Suplex that PLANTED Bethany on the back of her head and shoulders. Pushed onto her toes, Syd held on tight through…
TIGER SUPLEX HOLD:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=uvlUSkBFPvY
ONE…
TWO…
Bethany jerked loose, flopping onto her stomach with a whole second to spare. Syd pushed to one knee, smoothed back her hair and ‘flicked’ her trunks back into place while she contemplated her next move. First and foremost she needed to keep Christian on the mat, it was the only way to effectively neutralize what was otherwise a remarkable power advantage. Thankfully she knew plenty of ways to make Destroyers feel small and in moments she’d helped herself to Bethany’s right ankle.
“How you doing down there boss lady, still in this fight?” the Mangler asked as she turned Christian onto her back. “If not you might want to give up right now, I suspect the next board meeting could be a little awkward if you get your ass kicked too hard.”
Bethany drew back her free leg in an attempt to kick Deschain, but she twisted clear and made the prone grappler pay for it with a sharp yank on her vulnerable foot. Bethany cursed, pounded both fists against the mat, her only outward show of frustration thus far. “I didn’t get to where I am today by tapping out against bland idiots, Deschain.” she spat. “I’m sure as hell not going to start against someone who’s nothing but a name on the marqueNNNNGGGGGGHH!”
Syd wrenched Christian’s leg away from her torso and slammed it to the mat as hard as she could. Before Bethany could pull it close again, Syd leapt straight up, folded herself in half and stretched out during the descent to THWHAM a Standing Frog Splash down across her rival’s thigh and knee. “AAAAAHHHH YOU BYTCH!” Christian sat up straight, her throbbing knee pulled tight to her chest. “Why can’t you just fight--”
Deschain clapped her across the mouth with a hard-hearted Bytch Slap, then laid claim to both ankles and extended her stems full length. “Fair? I am fighting fair, Beth. It‘s not my fault you never bothered to develop proper submission defense.” Syd dismissed Christian’s right leg in favor of twisting around the left around her right Figure Four style. But she only circled three quarters of the way around, meaning she was facing the other woman’s right leg when she dropped to her knees. From there she reclaimed Bethany’s right leg, pulling that shin snug against the executive’s left ankle. Then she tucked her head and somersaulted forward to end up on her butt while Christian was forced down on her stomach. Threading her own left leg over Bethany’s vulnerable ankle, Sydney bore down tight to send lightning licking from Christian’s toes to her hips and back again.
REVERSE LEGLOCK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=3x7Nfsy2z_M
Jaw clenched to keep from yowling, Bethany reaaaaaaaaaaached for the ropes only to pull her hand back in when she realized they were too far away. “Can’t power your way out of this one, Beth.” Sydney said once the Leglock had been in place for a good fifteen seconds. “We both know there’s only two ways out and both involve checking your storied ego. So what’re you going to do?”
Christian pushed up on one elbow, looked back as best she could and reached for Sydney’s hair, an act which got her questing hand smartly slapped. “The first thing I’m going to do is break this hold.” she growled. “After that I’ll break your spirit and your back, perhaps not in that orDEEERRGGGHHHH WICKED SLUT!”
Oh so happy to humble the notoriously haughty brunette, Deschain took hold of Bethany’s burgundy one-piece and yaaaaaaaaaaanked the bottoms north by several inches. “Haven’t seen you break it yet, sweetcheeks. Better get on that before your knees give out.”
Galled to admit the Mangler was correct in her earlier assessment, Christian planted her elbows against the mat and started dragging their combined weights toward the ropes. Deschain didn’t actively resist this progress, she did however alternately relax and constrict the Leglock to make sure Bethany never knew when the next pulse was coming. Painful though the journey was, Christian didn’t waver once it began. Twenty seconds later she inched to within reach of the bottom rope and grabbed hold. “Carpenter,” she growled. “If this bytch doesn’t let me go in time I’ll see to it you’re sweeping floors in Bangor before the week is--”
The threat trailed off into relieved silence because Sydney broke the Leglock and slid away from her hobbled adversary. Not too proud to seek solace on the floor, Christian slipped under the bottom rope and kept one hand firmly against the apron when she put her feet down. Neither leg felt particularly great, but they weren’t as strained as she’d worried, so that was a bonus. A cheer from the crowd drew Bethany’s attention to the ring which was good in that it gave her just enough time to note the soles of Sydney’s boots rushing at her THWHAP! Hands gripped around the top rope, Deschain swung her legs between the middle and bottom strands in a short Dropkick that sent Christian backpedaling across the narrow aisle.
Cursing as her hip struck the steel barricade, Bethany shrugged it off and stomped back to the squared circle even as Sydney sprinted toward the ropes on the far side. On the other side of the apron, Christian reached for the second strand, then pulled back when Deschain closed in. Deschain peeled off a second Dropkick and though her aim was true it never reached its target because Bethany took hold of the curtain and jerked it straight up. Syd’s left leg went beneath it, her right leg slid over it and her crotch went directly into it, earning a loud, pained wail from the startled technician.
“Oh, what’s the matter baby?” Christian teased as she pulled her opponent onto the floor with a great wedge of stiff fabric still sawing into her undercarriage. “Is the tough little submission wrestler no match for a shot to the junk?”
Syd didn’t answer fast enough for her liking, so Bethany took hold of the skirt on either side of her opponent and jerked it up n’ down in the sort of crotch-sawing ride usually reserved for those unfortunates who landed astride the top rope. Deschain wailed aloud and tried to shove the bigger brunette away, but Christian only laughed in her face and switched over to a vile underhanded grip on her rival’s trunks. “SUBMIT!” the wicked executive demanded while she mauled Sydney’s center with white-knuckled talons. “Submit and I’ll allow Carpenter to sound the belNNNGGHH!”
Deschain snatched a huge handful of hair and used it to jerk Christian into a Forearm Smash that drilled across her mouth. Bethany rocked back on her heels, the claw forgotten as she checked her lip for blood. “Kiss my ass, Beth.” Syd rasped. “You couldn’t submit me out here or in the NNNGGGHHHH!”
Bethany exploded forward, whipped her right leg up and CRAAACKED Deschain across the face. The Big Boot sent the Marvel reeling back and off her unpleasant perch astride the skirt, not that landing facedown on the thin blue mats was a great improvement.
“Yes.” Christian said through a wicked smile. “That’s exactly where you belong.” She put one foot against the back of Sydney’s neck and pressed down for several seconds. “Are you finished, short timer?” Deschain put her palms against the floor by way of answer and slooooooowly rose to all fours. Oh so willing to demolish the last of her foe’s vaunted will, Christian bent down, snatched hold of Deschain’s hair and hauled her upright.
A brisk slap took a bit more of the fire from Syd’s eyes and made it much easier to force her own head between Deschain’s stems. Wrapping her arms around Sydney’s thighs, Bethany stood up so that her prey was draped down her back like a cape. “You can just hold off on that count, Carpenter.” Bethany purred to the official, who was a little more than halfway through his twenty count. “I’ll have little Miss Marvel back in there soon enough and I don’t need your nattering on top of her screaming.”
Al didn’t look happy but instead of tolling off the next number he said, “Make it quick.”
Agreeing only because that was already her plan, Christian stepped off a little ways, then snapped forward and whipped the veteran off her back in an Alabama Slam made all the worse because Syd’s shoulders THWHUNKED against the edge of the apron instead of the floor! Her own shriek lost among the cries of horror from those assembled, Sydney landed on her rump and would’ve stayed there a good long time if Christian hadn’t wrapped a hand around her throat.
ALABAMA SLAM TO APRON:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=k9Wl6ou0Leo
Using the Goozle to control rather than strangle, Bethany hoisted the gobsmacked battler to boot leather and greeted her with a serene smile. “I’ve wanted to crush you in a contractual sense for years, but this…. this is so much better.” With Deschain in no condition to stop her Bethany crooked her other hand into a scoop and wedged it against Deschain’s stinging groin. Hooks set, she dipped her knees and lifted the woozy warrior high above her head in a flawless Military Press. While driving Sydney to the floor for the second time in as many minutes would’ve done her heart good, Bethany knew Carpenter would only hold the count for so long, so rather than depositing her foe on the floor she turned in a half circle and dumped her between the top and middle ropes.
Sydney landed hard on hip and shoulder and tried to roll farther into the ring, unfortunately the series of crushing collisions had weakened her to the point that she only made it as far as her stomach. Pleased by the sight, Bethany climbed onto the apron, stepped through the ropes and padded over to the other brunette with her hands on her hips.
“Got anything left, Deschain?” she nudged Syd with one foot and when that brought no response she kicked hard enough to tumble her onto her back. “I said, got anything left?” Christian put her kickin’ foot atop Sydney’s chest and stepped down, pinning her like a bug on a card while Carpenter counted…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
The Mangler swatted Bethany’s foot aside and rolled over with half a second to spare. “Not impressed.” the executive sneered. “Feels like fumes and desperation to me.”
No answer from Deschain so Christian strolled around to the other woman’s feet and helped herself to each ankle. A quick turn put Sydney on her back again and gave Bethany free reign to streeeeeeeeeetch her legs in a painfully, embarrassing ‘V’. “Damn, it’s been too long since I had this sort of fun.” Christian murmured over the cries of a worried crowd.
Sydney was plenty worried herself. She might’ve been flagging, but she wasn’t nearly so out of it that she didn’t recognize the trouble. “Kuuuuhhhh…. keep offa my trunks, Beth.” she grunted in the midst of trying to shield her crotch. “Or the payback will be that much worse, I promMEEERRRGGGGHHHHH!”
Bethany stretched the prone brunette’s stems all the wider, then snapped a short, wicked kick against her foe’s briefs. “The rules of wrestling are the only thing keeping you alive right now, Deschain.” she snorted. “I’d DESTROY you in a catfight.” As if to punctuate the point, she leapt up and dropped forward to land with her tummy THWHUMPING down full force against the Marvel’s womanhood and inner thighs. Sydney sat up like she’d been zapped with a cattle prod, both hands wedged between her thighs in the wake of a cleverly disguised Low Blow. Bethany only grinned and ran her hands through Deschain’s hair before tightening down to claws. “C’mon honey, let’s stand you up one more time. Can your tired old legs do that for me?”
Of course they could and both women knew it, not that it made the sound of Bethany’s taunt any less poisonous in her opponent’s ears. Still holding the Mangler’s hair, Christian made a point of leading her around in a theatrically wide circle before reeling Deschain into a Standing Headscissors. Laying one possessive hand on Syd’s buns, Bethany looked out upon the fans and said, “Behind that curtain is MY office! Between these ropes is MY ring! And this right here?” She patted Syd’s bum, then hooked her briefs and tugged them up in a mean-spirited wedgie. “She’s MY bitch!”
That got a lot of jeers from the capacity crowd, alas they didn’t do anything to stop Christian from wrapping her arms around Sydney’s waist and hoisting her into a seat atop her shoulders. No hesitation from Christian, she pushed onto her tiptoes and hurled the Marvel into the canvas with a Powerbomb that echoed like fall thunder. The THAWHAM of the first landing hadn’t faded when Bethany gathered her reserves and hoisted Sydney skyward for what could only be a second Powerbomb. The technician’s marvelous fans urged Christian to set their heroine down with a modicum of respect, alas the big brunette pushed onto her toes and THAWHAMMED Deschain against the mat even harder than before.
DOUBLE POWERBOMB:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=GE9DM96w0Yw
Savoring the visual of Sydney Deschain sprawled in her shadow, Bethany planted a foot on either side of her opponent’s hips and dropped to her knees. With Syd stretched out in an undignified starfish, Christian could’ve stayed right where she was and still collected a pin, yet that didn’t stop her from palming Deschain’s shoulders in either hand. Al Carpenter swooped in, dropped to his knees and counted off…
ONE…
TWO….
THRENOOOOOOOO!
Syd shrugged loose of the casually domineering cover and earned some love from the crowd when she PWAAAKED Bethany in the chin with a straight right hand. Christian reared back, wiped her wrist across her mouth and almost languidly THWHAPPED an overhand Forearm Smash against the prone woman’s tits. “You never did learn to respect authority in any official capacity.” Bethany muttered once she’d filled her hands with Deschain’s dark hair. “And while it’s a little late in the day to be teaching old bytches new tricks, I think you’ve got just enough left to learn one more.”
With that stood up and forced the Marvel to do the same. Then she lowered a shoulder, slipped an arm through Syd’s legs and muscled her across her shoulders in an effortless Fireman’s Carry. “While I am aware that a loss now may diminish interest in December’s match…” Christian explained her logic to the crowd while walking a strutting perimeter around the squared circle. “…I find that in this particular instance I’m delighted to let personal satisfaction trump sound business sense. In other words, kiss my ass you filthy internet trolls.”
That said, she dropped into a deep crouch, twisted her hips to the left and snapped them back to the right all to spin / toss Deschain off her perch for a match-ending ‘OOOOOOOOHHHH!’ Freakishly strong though she was, it seemed Bethany might’ve spent just a little too much time running her jaw because Sydney coiled an arm around her head in mid-descent and dropped to her butt to SPIKE the crown of Christian’s skull against the thinly-padded plywood. Bethany bounced up, would’ve collapsed on her face if she hadn’t managed to get a hand on the mat.
Stunned but far from unconscious, the Destroyer focused all her energies on regaining her feet as quickly as possible. Not a bad thing in and of itself, but in her haste to return to the fight she completely ignored her opponent for a moment and that was a dangerous mistake. Just how dangerous became clear when Deschain stormed in and buried her knee in the pit of Christian’s exposed stomach. Bethany doubled over again and this time she stayed there long enough for Syd to run the ropes to her right. Forcing herself to move faster in spite of the aches in her back and neck, Deschain waited until she was almost on top of Bethany and then THWHONKED the sledge of her left knee into the side of her opponent’s face.
KNEE TREMBLER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=hkz4cWpXEFA
Christian went down like a sack of mail, yet damned if she didn’t make it to all fours by the time the Mangler returned to the scene of the collision. “You keep getting up,” Deschain grabbed Bethany by trunks n’ tresses and set her on shuddery legs with a single yank, “and you won’t be in any condition to bore anyone at the Monday morning shareholders meeting.”
More than willing to see Christian removed from that particular occasion, Sydney rushed toward the nearest corner as fast as she could, then hit the brakes and tossed Bethany into the top turnbuckle chest-first. Anyone save a Celia Blassenville or a Pandora would’ve taken a knee, but must’ve been made of the same stern stuff because she bounced back into the ring as vertical as ever. Said condition came to an abrupt end when Sydney snatched her around the waist and snapped off a lightning quick bridge that THWHAMMED Christian flush on the back of her head and shoulders.
SNAP GERMAN SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=tFEffKk5CD0
Finally pausing to catch her breath, Deschain let out an exasperated sigh when a cry from the crowd got her to look over one shoulder. “Goddamn, boss lady. You are one tough suit.”
Indeed, she was. The Snap German hit Bethany hard enough to roll her onto her tush, which only made it easier for her to clamber back to boot leather. Resilient or not, she was looking more than a little shopworn when Sydney glided in on her six and slapped on a Half Nelson. “Nuuuhhoooo!” Bethany moaned as the Marvel cinched an arm around her midsection. She was still shaking her head ‘no, no, no!’ when the smaller brunette crouched down and turned her inside out courtesy of viciously nasty Half Nelson Suplex. Christian came down in an ungainly matchbook that all but guaranteed a serious crick in her neck for the next few days, but damned if the FAWN executive didn’t tumble back on her knees and start to rise.
HALF NELSON SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Nx2KLCwugAs
‘Start’ being the operative word there, as she’d barely made it past one knee when Sydney greeted her with a Toe Kick to the belly. Jerking Christian’s noggin between her thighs the instant she doubled over, the Mangler slipped her arms beneath Bethany’s biceps and jerked them up before clasping her hands against the taller woman’s back. Surrounded by cheers and camera flashes, Syd sucked in a deep breath, then dipped her knees and flipped her adversary ass over teakettle. Just like that she pushed onto her toes and dropped to her butt with as much force as she could muster. THAWHUNK! Bethany’s normally supple frame went rigid as a tent spike before nerves caught up with her brain and she collapsed onto her stomach in a semiconscious sprawl.
DESCHAIN DRIVER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=trZrHLZ3JoE
While there was nothing Syd would’ve liked more than making the arrogant executive wail her surrender, she knew better than to pass up a golden opportunity, which was why she hooked on another Half Nelson and rolled Christian onto her back. Instead of a simple Crossbody, Deschain sat up and scooted around so she was seated above Bethany’s head. “Here’s something that’ll make Monday’s meeting a little more interesting.” Aided by a handful of hair she lifted Bethany’s head off the mat and snuggled in so that the back of the brunette’s neck was flush against her trunks. Then she reached out with both hands, grabbed hold of Christian’s knees and puuuuuullled them toward her. No simple matchbook this however, Syd threaded her left leg across the pit of Bethany’s upturned knee, then mirrored the tactic with her right leg. The end result would’ve been an extremely effective submission hold if Bethany was conscious enough to feel anything. As it was the knot made for an excellent ‘no question who the winner is’ sort of pin. The kind that pointed opposing tush to the rafters and had the whole crowd counting along for the…
ONE…
TWO…
THREE!
Syd pumped a fist when the bell sounded, but she made no effort to leave her perch until the Announcer called, “Ladies and gentlemen, your winner via pin-fall… SYDNEY DESCHAIN! She will now go into her retirement match at Season’s Beatings with a record of eleven wins and zero losses!”
“Won’t stay that way for long though.” Syd murmured after she’d fought to her feet. “I mean to finish the year at twelve and oh.” She looked for the nearest camera, found it and stepped forward. “You hear me, Jenny? You hear me, Lenore? I know you’re both thinking it. Hell, I know EVERYONE’S thinking it. That I’m going to go out on my shield when Season’s Beatings rolls around. “Well you can think it all you want girls, but one of you is gonna have to DO it and trust me when I say this…. I. Won’t. Let. You.” Deschain paused, ran a hand through her tangled hair and smiled faintly. “To the winner I say, see you in December. And to the loser… consider yourself lucky.”
SYDNEY DESCHAIN:
The arena full of FAWNatics racked focus 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 turned her attention to the camera that’d dollied up beside her. “So the office picked my opponent tonight and didn’t bother to tell me. This should be interesting.”
For her penultimate FAWN appearance the brunette wore a black bottoms with thin white trim and matte gray boots and pads. As in the months prior she wore the dark blue tank-top that read: ’Tap Out Tour 2015’ in faded white script. Treating the most energetic of her fans to a swiped palm or a slight nod, Deschain took her time getting to the ring but never once lowered her defenses, just in case this ’mystery opponent’ decided to attack from behind. It never came though and Deschain breathed a near silent sigh of relief as she climbed the steps to the apron.
Once in the ring she strode to the center posted up directly in front of the hard camera. Offering it the ghost of a smile she grabbed the bottom edge of her tank-top and peeled it up to reveal the usual black white-trimmed tankini top beneath. Tossing the wadded garment to referr Algernon Carpenter, Syd backed into a corner facing the entrance and offered up her wrists, knees and elbows when the official asked. Deschain almost thought about asking if he knew who was waiting on the other side of the curtain, then decided against it. She’d rather be surprised.
All eyes were on the stage when the FAWN’tron cut from a live shot of the arena to deep in the heart of the executive suite. Seated behind a giant mahogany desk, Bethany Christian smiled out at everyone, but her eyes were on the Marvel and there was no humor in them.
BETHANY CHRISTIAN:
“Good evening everyone. Hello, Sydney dear. Interesting tidbit, when Thomas first pitched this ‘retirement tour’ idea or yours I thought he was out of his mind. I mean, let’s be honest. You’re a talented but aging upper mid-carder who’s held gold in every promotion she’s ever wrestled for, save this one. And yet special attractions are special attractions and you do have an obnoxiously devoted fan base, so I raised no objection when Anciline seconded the idea.” Mention of her ‘obnoxiously devoted’ fan base got those in question out of their seats and cheering at the top of their lungs, which in turn earned a faint smile from their heroine. Bethany paid no mind to either reaction. “With the issue thus settled I turned my attention to more important business and believe me, there was a lot of it. Truth be told you didn’t merit much thought at all until All Hallows Evil, when I looked up and realized you were an astounding ten and oh on FAWN pay-per-views in 2015!”
More cheers from the crowd, but no smile from Deschain. She sensed trouble, and rightly so.
“My first reaction was that you must’ve been picking low hanging fruit. Women desperate for television time or other relics like yourself who should’ve retired quietly five years ago. But no! Among the defeated are FOUR former World Champions, two of them multi-time and of those one is arguably the current best in-ring performer in FAWN. Then there’s a pair of legitimate hard-cases, the longest running Intercontinental Champion in the promotion’s history and a tag victory over a faction comprised of three women I’m certain will hold gold in the future.”
Bethany leaned back in her chair, looking thoughtful. “Regardless of my feelings about you personally or professionally, that is an impressive accomplishment and I salute you for it. And yet, undefeated streaks are tricky things. The longer they go, the more valuable they become if only because the fans are eager to see it extended for one more night… or shattered like their own dreams. Now classic narrative structure would see you win eleven straight battles, then go out on your shield to some erstwhile babyface or especially heartless heel in the month of December, but that’s a hoary old cliché and I despise hoary old clichés. So let’s flip the script, shall we? I’ve handpicked your opponent for tonight, a woman I’m certain can hand you a decisive loss and thus remove all that burdensome pressure you might otherwise feel heading into Season’s Beatings. So don’t worry about losing your last match, dear heart. This is the one that’s going to trip you up. And just who is your opponent, you ask? Fear not….”
Bethany stood up and rolled her shoulders. “Her music should be hitting right about…. now.”
The pounding, ominous beginning of Disturbed’s 'The Sickness' filled the arena. Moments later, Bethany Christian herself stepped onto the ramp and onto the FAWN stage dressed for combat. And in spite of a large portion of the audience loathing her, the statuesque brunette still awed most with her appearance. Her long, well shaped legs appeared even longer, thanks to the cut of the hips of a burgundy one piece that also emphasized and accentuated a bust that was impressive enough in its own right. The ensemble was completed by golden knee pads, elbow pads and boots.
Bethany strode down to the ring with no sense of urgency or concern, and why shouldn’t she? Woman practically owned the building. Climbing the steps at a deliberate pace, Bethany slipped though the ropes and into the ring. There were clearly no butterflies in her stomach, nor the slightest indication she knew what ’ring rust’ meant. Executive or not, this was HER ring and she’d claim it any time she saw fit.
Taking up residence in the center of the ring, Christian stared Sydney down for several seconds before pulling a small white card from within her right elbow pad. This she gave to Carpenter, who looked it over before handing it off to the Announcer.
Extra careful with this particular set of stats, the man in the spotlight said, “And introducing her opponent, hailing from New Haven, Connecticut, she stands at five feet nine inches tall and weighs in at…. none of your damned business. This is BETHANY CHRISTIAN!” The Corporate Crusher stretched her arms wide to soak in all the boos, then tipped Deschain a wink before sauntering into the opposite corner.
The bell CLANGED and Bethany strode out of her corner like she owned the place, which, she kinda did. Seemingly nonplussed by the Blassenville-grade Destroyer headed her way, Sydney pushed away from the buckles and slid along the ropes, all the better to keep Christian from cutting off the ring. Of course, Bethany didn’t have to resort to such cheap intimidation and she knew it. Posting up in the center of the, ahem, HER, ring, the FAWN executive fixed her adversary with a chilly smile. “Don’t make me walk you down, Deschain. You won’t like what happens if I do.”
Syd countered with her own soft, mean smile. “And you won’t like what happens if I meet you over there. Still interested, boss lady?”
Christian spread her arms wide, which did wonders for the upper half of her one-piece. “More than ever. I’ve meant to teach you a lesson ever since Thomas brought you over from WOLF.”
“I was never hard to find.” Deschain replied as she started to cut the distance between them. “But I can see how working your way out from behind that great big desk could’ve been a problem.”
Bethany treated her to an ‘are you finished?’ sort of glare, then raised her hands to shoulder level. “Please, I insist.” she beckoned the smaller brunette forward.
“Oh no, I couldn’t. Suits always get first crack. Can’t have them getting shown up from the--” Christian pounced and immediately skipped back because the Marvel smacked a snappy little kick against her right thigh. “Hmmmmh, doesn’t feel soft.” Sydney murmured. “You’re clearly working out, so why the executive act? Heart not in it anymore?” Bethany answered with a second lunge, which Deschain repelled just like the first, albeit with a kick to the left thigh.
Refusing to rub the sting from her gams, Christian tucked her hair behind her ears as she said, “Didn’t want to overshadow my employees. Running roughshod with the World Title would’ve made anyone that came after me look second rate by comparison.” She surged even faster the third time around, not that it stopped the Mangler from tagging her with another kick. Only this time Christian trapped the smaller brunette’s ankle between her hip and bicep, forcing Deschain to hop on one foot.
Smile a bit wider now, Bethany grabbed her foe’s kneepad and pulled it down over her shin. Then she curled her free hand into a fist and PWAAAKED a punch directly against Syd’s exposed knee! Sydney winced but kept her balance, which pleased Christian to no end. “You’re feeling pretty strong yourself, short timer.” she smirked. “Won’t last long though, not with me working these gimpy legs.” Deschain opened her mouth to reply but offered up a pained yelp when the corporate crusher drilled an elbow into the curve of her knee. Two more Elbow Strikes followed, as did a ‘smecking’ claw grip applied to Syd’s thigh. “I should’ve done this years ago.” Bethany chortled as she kneaded the dense meat. “Could’ve knocked an easy million off your contract if you came into the meeting wiping tit sweat and tears off your face.”
“Tears would’ve been yours Christian.” Deschain growled. “Either from the ring or your fellow suits when they demoted you after I smothered your ass out in the center of the OOOOFFFFHHHH!”
Bethany jerked Sydney close, hooked a leg behind her planted heel and swept her to the mat. The ring was still shivering when Christian turned into the raised gam and went to the mat with the full weight of her hundred and forty plus pounds behind the Elbow Drop she THWHUMPED into Deschain’s exposed left thigh. Sydney cried out but instead of freezing in place she locked her legs around Bethany’s hips and squeezed HARD. Startled by this unexpected development, Christian sat up and wedged her hands against the sides of Syd’s knees only to leave herself exposed to the Forearm Smashes that THWHAPPED across the back of her neck.
A fresh squeeze on the Bodyscissors distracted Bethany just long enough for Deschain to crook her left arm around the executive’s throat. Gripping her own right bicep for extra leverage, the Marvel put that hand against the back of Christian’s skull and pushed forward while simultaneously pulling back with her left arm. Teeth bared as she endured the first few seconds of a tight Rear Naked Choke, Bethany pounded a few elbows into the smaller woman’s ribs and thighs but when that didn’t produce immediate results she settled on something far more practical. Careful as one could possibly be while mired in a potentially match ending Chokehold, Christian rolled onto her hands and knees, then clambered to her feet with what looked like hardly any effort at all.
Syd, who felt the pulsing in her foe’s midsection and throat far better than the audience could, knew it hadn’t been quite that easy but she also knew she wasn’t going to salt this match away so soon. To that end she went to relinquish the Scissors, unfortunately that was the moment Bethany hooked her arms around the veteran’s calves. Knowing exactly what the Destroyer meant for her, Deschain poured pressure into the Sleeper, wrenching Bethany’s head every which way but loose even as the big brunette tromped toward the nearest corner. While she never achieved a full run or even a quick trot, Christian was most definitely moving faster by the time she spun around and BWUUUNGED Sydney into the buckles spine-first. Deschain didn’t release her hooks and that was fine, Bethany had expected as much. And it didn’t matter now, she had the top rope in both hands and could order a break whenever she wanted.
Perhaps that was why the crowd murmured in surprise when the FAWN Figurehead took a couple giant steps forward, then threw herself back into the thinly-padded steel. Sleeper and Scissors got noticeably looser, but loose wasn’t broken and Bethany Christian very much wanted this crowd to see her batter one of the Mangler’s precious holds to pieces. So she BWUUUNGED the both of them into the buckles three more times in the span of perhaps ten seconds. She would’ve made it an even half dozen if Sydney hadn’t abruptly disengaged to slump breathlessly against the corner.
“I must say, I hope that’s not the best you’ve got to offer me.” Christian cooed to Syd without bothering to glance over her shoulder. “I’d hate to think I stepped out from behind the desk to humble a glorified mid-carder.
“Don’t worry, Bethany.” the other brunette huffed. “You stepped out from behind your desk to get submitted by the best wrestler never to wear FAWN GUUUUHHHFFFHH!”
Bethany stepped back and thrust her hips out, slamming the medicine ball of her backside into the pit of Deschain’s tummy. “You talk like I would’ve let you get within five miles of a title match! Oh, I had to acquiesce to the board on a few occasions, but I always had a plan in place in case the world’s greatest charisma vacuum managed to steal the FAWN World Title.” She punctuated by smashing her tush into Sydney’s abs and grrrrrrrrrinding it back n’ forth until the official came over and said, “All right Ms. Christian, she’s in the ropes. Let’s get it out of the corner.”
Bethany smiled and leaned back like she was enjoying a stretch on her favorite chaise and not trying to crush the breath from a more than capable adversary. “And what might you do if I don’t cooperate, Al? Are you going to count?”
The ref looked at her rather questioningly. “….Yes?”
“Good.” Bethany smirked and threw an elbow over her shoulder than struck Deschain on the cheek. “Well? Go ahead and get started. It’s clear this one’s not getting out of here without your assistance.”
So the ref did as bade and Bethany released at ‘FOUR!’ with nary a protest. Hands raised to shoulder level she stepped away from the buckles then pivoted on one heel and THWHAPPED a stiff Back Kick into the pit of Sydney’s stomach. Deschain ‘ooofffhhhed!’ and doubled over, or she would have if the FAWN executive hadn’t spun around and THWHUMPED a hard, short Clothesline across her chest.
More confident that Christian wasn’t going to use her front office status for leniency, Al closed in with the count already going. Bethany didn’t argue, she was already doing what the official wanted, albeit using a handful of hair to get the job done. Once Syd was out of the corner Bethany trapped her prey in a Front Facelock, then slung Deschain’s near arm over her shoulders and helped herself to a generous handful of waistband. Knees bent ever so slightly, she muscled the Marvel all the way to high noon in a single jerk and proceeded to keep her there long enough for the crowd to start counting.
‘ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR!’ Christian’s positioning was perfect, her grippin’ hand moved from Sydney’s trunks to brace against her fluttering tummy. ‘TEN! ELEVEN! TWELEVE!” Quite confident in herself, the big brunette removed her hand from Deschain’s midsection and used it to urge the crowd to keep counting. ‘FIFTEEN! SIXTEEN! SEVENTEEN! EIGHTEEN!” Bethany snagged Deschain’s hip one more time to keep her in place for a few squats, each timed to the beat. “TWENTY-THREE! TWENTY-FOUR! TWENTY-FIVE!’
She straightened up, kicked her right leg forward and laid out on her back to THA-WHAM a woozy Deschain spine-first into the thinly-padded plywood. Floating over as nimbly as a lightweight, Bethany hooked the far leg in a domineering cradle while grrrrrrrriiiinding the ridge of her other forearm against Sydney’s jaw. Inches away, Al Carpenter counted…
DELAYED VERTICAL SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=aGikFU7eSSI
ONE…
TWO…
Sydney kicked loose at ‘TWO!’ and rolled to one side, putting her back to Christian. “Glad to see such an enthusiastic kick out.” the executive chortled as she filled a hand with Deschain’s dark hair. “It would’ve been highly disappointing to discover I’d had marketing and advertising waste nearly a year’s worth of energy on a woman bested so easily.”
“If you think a Suplex and some corner mugging is going to stop me,” Syd grunted, “you need to go back and re-watch some tapes, boss ladyYYERRGGHH!”
Bethany plunged her hands into the technician’s hair and gave it a hard shake for the simple joy of hearing her foe yowl. Pulling Sydney up alongside her, Christian patted the Marvel’s cheek and cooed, “Believe me little girl, I’m going to watch this tape over and over agaNNNNGGGHHH!”
Deschain snatched some hair of her own, forced her head under the taller brunette’s chin and dropped to her knees in a Jawbreaker! The move rocked Bethany back a few steps, giving the Mangler enough time to get up and THWHAP the Destroyer across the chin with a European Uppercut. It hit flush and true but Christian didn’t go down, so Syd cupped one hand across the back of her rival’s neck, tugged her head down and THWHAPPED opposing chin with a second European Uppercut.
“At least you’re tougher than most pencil pushers.” Deschain muttered when Bethany stumbled back, one hand pressed to her jaw. Quite unwilling to let Christian stand a moment longer than necessary, Sydney rounded on one heel, charged into the strands on the other side of the ring and rocketed back the way she came to THWHACK Christian with a running version of the standard European Uppercut. Bethany spun around like she’d taken a huge Haymaker and would’ve gone sprawling on her face if she hadn’t landed with her arms draped over the top rope.
Taking the opportunity to enjoy something she’d contemplated for quite a while, Syd crooked her fingers into claws and RAKED Bethany’s back from shoulders to buttocks! Christian yelped, pushed off and spun around with a big punch that sailed over the Marvel’s head. Syd pounded a pair of hooks into the bigger woman’s midsection then grabbed a wrist and stepped away for an Irish Whip. She’d just slung the executive toward the far side of the ring and was half a heartbeat from letting her go when Christian dug in her heels and yanked the veteran into her waiting arms. Bethany curled her right arm around Deschain’s waist, hooked her left behind Syd’s right knee and stuffed her shoulder into the other woman’s midsection even as she exploded up onto her toes. Then she whipped around as hard as she could and dropped to her knees to THAWHAM the Marvel out flat with a ring-rattling Spinebuster!
SPINEBUSTER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=CMvcESba4pI
Sydney cried out and cradled the back of her head in both hands, meaning her defenses were quite occupied when Bethany floated over and hooked the far leg for…
ONE…
TWO…
Sydney kicked loose at ‘TWO!’ again, though it was much closer to ‘THREE!’ this time. Still seething even though she’d contained the jailbreak, Christian put hand to shoulder and hip and shoveled Deschain onto her tummy. “You wanna rake my back, sweetheart?” she snarled. “I can play that game too!” She did just that, pressing her hands to Sydney’s shoulders and scoring her back half a dozen times in no more than ten seconds. Deschain didn’t sit there and whimper of course, she fought tooth and nail to get clear of Christian’s claws, but the big brunette stuffed a knee against the small of her back and she couldn’t go much of anywhere. To make matters worse, Bethany slapped an S-grip across Syd’s chin and craaaaaaaaaaaaanked back in something that was almost a Camel Clutch.
“Tap out Deschain! Before I break your back!” Christian jammed her knee home and added another yank on the Chinlock for emphasis.
Syd scoffed, an impressive trick considering her rather precarious position. “What’s the matter, Beth?” she taunted. “Already gassing out? Maybe you should’ve spent a few more minutes on your cariUUUNNNNNGGGH!”
Christian yanked the defenseless woman’s head back and PWAAAKED a nasty Forearm Smash across the back of the neck. “Are you kidding me, kitten? I haven’t even broken a sweat and you’re down there struggling for breath! You might not be gassed out yet, but you’re gonna TAP OUT soon!” Sydney couldn’t answer right away so Christian smacked the back of her head, then clamped down on the nape of her neck. On her feet shortly thereafter, Bethany transitioned to a Wristlock, backed off and hurled Deschain at a corner on the far side of the squared circle.
BWUUUNG! She hit back-first and threw her arms over the top rope to keep vertical. Out near the center of the ring, Bethany stretched her arms wide and looked out at the capacity crowd. “Listen closely now.” she taunted. “You’re about to hear her spirit break!” That didn’t get her much love from the fans, not that Christian gave a shyt. She just rolled her eyes and charged the corner at full speed with every intention of crushing the Mangler to paste. There were still a few long paces between Bethany and her target when Sydney lunged forward, hopped low and PWAAAAKED her heels into Christian’s right thigh. Bethany’s cry rang out for a split second before her face bounced into the top turnbuckle, cutting it off with almost mechanical neatness.
Ugly as the collision was, the FAWN executive managed to keep her feet, mostly thanks to her landing against the buckles. Alas, sustained verticality only meant less work for Deschain when it came time to scrape her opponent off the mat and considering the mood the Mangler was in, the time came very quickly. Positioned behind the stunned battler, Syd took hold of Bethany’s right ankle in both hands and pulled it out behind her. The abrupt yanking pulled Christian from the safety of the ropes, which she didn’t much appreciate.
“Let me go right now, Deschain!” Bethany barked. “I was in the ropes and am therefore entitled to NNNGGGHHHH!”
Sydney reeled Christian in by the foot and wedged the hopping lovely’s shin against her midsection, thus trapping it between them when she looped her arms around Bethany’s waist. With the usually sturdy battler reduced to hopping on one foot, Deschain dropped into a crouch and popped her hips to THWHUMP Christian on the back of her head courtesy a Leg-Trap German Suplex. Syd didn’t bother to hold the bridge, choosing instead to let the bigger brunette flop over in a facedown sprawl.
LEG TRAP GERMAN SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=0aNliQWB5pM
Understandably rattled but far from out of it, Bethany pushed to all fours and crawled the short distance to the nearest corner. Once there she took hold of the middle rope and used it to haul herself to verticality. She’d just put some weight on her right leg when the Mangler rushed in and THWHUNKED the broad side of her thigh across the small of Christian’s back.
“GAAAAAAHHNNNNGGGHHH!” The bludgeon against her spine was bad enough, having her chest and tummy smashed against the turnbuckles only made it worse. Not that it got much better when Deschain took hold of that aching right leg and lifted it off the canvas. “Get off of me!” Christian threw a few ineffective elbows over one shoulder, apparently forgetting that all she had to do was ask the official for a break. “You have to be insane to think you’ll get away with mugging me in the corNNEERGGHH!”
Syd threaded Bethany’s knee over the middle rope, grabbed her ankle and pulled up, forcing the gam to close tight on that rubber-coated steel. “ROPES!” Christian wailed once she finally remembered her position. “I’m in the ropes, get her off me NOW!”
Al moved in with his hand already raised which made it all the more remarkable when the Marvel backed off without him having to say a word. Any satisfaction the quick break might have granted Bethany was snatched away when Sydney snapped a mean little kick into the underside of the bottom rope. Removing her sore leg from the trap as quickly as possible, Christian’s exit from the corner hit another big snag when Deschain closed in and once again seized her right ankle. “Oh, you’re gonna PAY for this cheap shyt!” Bethany roared as her heel was jammed snug against her tush. “When I get my hands on you you’re gonna WHOOOAAHHH ARRRRGGGGGGHHHHH!”
Since one arm was preoccupied by Christian’s trapped stem, Syd could only apply a half Waistlock with the other, thankfully that was all she needed to get the hobbled executive off her feet. The FAWNatics let out a worried gasp, most of them thinking Deschain was about to dump her opposition over the ropes in particularly unpleasant fashion. It wasn’t quite that wicked, though Bethany certainly didn’t appreciate the alternative. As close to the corner as she could get with Christian still in tow, Deschain pushed onto her toes, then dropped her foe’s exposed / folded right knee on the top turnbuckle in a modified Shinbreaker.
Bethany bellowed, landed on one leg and saved herself a spill by grabbing hold of the top rope in both hands. A good plan, alas it left her flanks defenseless against the Double Chop Deschain drilled home just above the point of her hips. That broke her hold on the ropes and Syd wasted no time in wrenching both arms back in a flawless Double Chickenwing. Finally backing away from the corner, the brunette buzzsaw peeled off another bridge, this time for a Tiger Suplex that PLANTED Bethany on the back of her head and shoulders. Pushed onto her toes, Syd held on tight through…
TIGER SUPLEX HOLD:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=uvlUSkBFPvY
ONE…
TWO…
Bethany jerked loose, flopping onto her stomach with a whole second to spare. Syd pushed to one knee, smoothed back her hair and ‘flicked’ her trunks back into place while she contemplated her next move. First and foremost she needed to keep Christian on the mat, it was the only way to effectively neutralize what was otherwise a remarkable power advantage. Thankfully she knew plenty of ways to make Destroyers feel small and in moments she’d helped herself to Bethany’s right ankle.
“How you doing down there boss lady, still in this fight?” the Mangler asked as she turned Christian onto her back. “If not you might want to give up right now, I suspect the next board meeting could be a little awkward if you get your ass kicked too hard.”
Bethany drew back her free leg in an attempt to kick Deschain, but she twisted clear and made the prone grappler pay for it with a sharp yank on her vulnerable foot. Bethany cursed, pounded both fists against the mat, her only outward show of frustration thus far. “I didn’t get to where I am today by tapping out against bland idiots, Deschain.” she spat. “I’m sure as hell not going to start against someone who’s nothing but a name on the marqueNNNNGGGGGGHH!”
Syd wrenched Christian’s leg away from her torso and slammed it to the mat as hard as she could. Before Bethany could pull it close again, Syd leapt straight up, folded herself in half and stretched out during the descent to THWHAM a Standing Frog Splash down across her rival’s thigh and knee. “AAAAAHHHH YOU BYTCH!” Christian sat up straight, her throbbing knee pulled tight to her chest. “Why can’t you just fight--”
Deschain clapped her across the mouth with a hard-hearted Bytch Slap, then laid claim to both ankles and extended her stems full length. “Fair? I am fighting fair, Beth. It‘s not my fault you never bothered to develop proper submission defense.” Syd dismissed Christian’s right leg in favor of twisting around the left around her right Figure Four style. But she only circled three quarters of the way around, meaning she was facing the other woman’s right leg when she dropped to her knees. From there she reclaimed Bethany’s right leg, pulling that shin snug against the executive’s left ankle. Then she tucked her head and somersaulted forward to end up on her butt while Christian was forced down on her stomach. Threading her own left leg over Bethany’s vulnerable ankle, Sydney bore down tight to send lightning licking from Christian’s toes to her hips and back again.
REVERSE LEGLOCK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=3x7Nfsy2z_M
Jaw clenched to keep from yowling, Bethany reaaaaaaaaaaached for the ropes only to pull her hand back in when she realized they were too far away. “Can’t power your way out of this one, Beth.” Sydney said once the Leglock had been in place for a good fifteen seconds. “We both know there’s only two ways out and both involve checking your storied ego. So what’re you going to do?”
Christian pushed up on one elbow, looked back as best she could and reached for Sydney’s hair, an act which got her questing hand smartly slapped. “The first thing I’m going to do is break this hold.” she growled. “After that I’ll break your spirit and your back, perhaps not in that orDEEERRGGGHHHH WICKED SLUT!”
Oh so happy to humble the notoriously haughty brunette, Deschain took hold of Bethany’s burgundy one-piece and yaaaaaaaaaaanked the bottoms north by several inches. “Haven’t seen you break it yet, sweetcheeks. Better get on that before your knees give out.”
Galled to admit the Mangler was correct in her earlier assessment, Christian planted her elbows against the mat and started dragging their combined weights toward the ropes. Deschain didn’t actively resist this progress, she did however alternately relax and constrict the Leglock to make sure Bethany never knew when the next pulse was coming. Painful though the journey was, Christian didn’t waver once it began. Twenty seconds later she inched to within reach of the bottom rope and grabbed hold. “Carpenter,” she growled. “If this bytch doesn’t let me go in time I’ll see to it you’re sweeping floors in Bangor before the week is--”
The threat trailed off into relieved silence because Sydney broke the Leglock and slid away from her hobbled adversary. Not too proud to seek solace on the floor, Christian slipped under the bottom rope and kept one hand firmly against the apron when she put her feet down. Neither leg felt particularly great, but they weren’t as strained as she’d worried, so that was a bonus. A cheer from the crowd drew Bethany’s attention to the ring which was good in that it gave her just enough time to note the soles of Sydney’s boots rushing at her THWHAP! Hands gripped around the top rope, Deschain swung her legs between the middle and bottom strands in a short Dropkick that sent Christian backpedaling across the narrow aisle.
Cursing as her hip struck the steel barricade, Bethany shrugged it off and stomped back to the squared circle even as Sydney sprinted toward the ropes on the far side. On the other side of the apron, Christian reached for the second strand, then pulled back when Deschain closed in. Deschain peeled off a second Dropkick and though her aim was true it never reached its target because Bethany took hold of the curtain and jerked it straight up. Syd’s left leg went beneath it, her right leg slid over it and her crotch went directly into it, earning a loud, pained wail from the startled technician.
“Oh, what’s the matter baby?” Christian teased as she pulled her opponent onto the floor with a great wedge of stiff fabric still sawing into her undercarriage. “Is the tough little submission wrestler no match for a shot to the junk?”
Syd didn’t answer fast enough for her liking, so Bethany took hold of the skirt on either side of her opponent and jerked it up n’ down in the sort of crotch-sawing ride usually reserved for those unfortunates who landed astride the top rope. Deschain wailed aloud and tried to shove the bigger brunette away, but Christian only laughed in her face and switched over to a vile underhanded grip on her rival’s trunks. “SUBMIT!” the wicked executive demanded while she mauled Sydney’s center with white-knuckled talons. “Submit and I’ll allow Carpenter to sound the belNNNGGHH!”
Deschain snatched a huge handful of hair and used it to jerk Christian into a Forearm Smash that drilled across her mouth. Bethany rocked back on her heels, the claw forgotten as she checked her lip for blood. “Kiss my ass, Beth.” Syd rasped. “You couldn’t submit me out here or in the NNNGGGHHHH!”
Bethany exploded forward, whipped her right leg up and CRAAACKED Deschain across the face. The Big Boot sent the Marvel reeling back and off her unpleasant perch astride the skirt, not that landing facedown on the thin blue mats was a great improvement.
“Yes.” Christian said through a wicked smile. “That’s exactly where you belong.” She put one foot against the back of Sydney’s neck and pressed down for several seconds. “Are you finished, short timer?” Deschain put her palms against the floor by way of answer and slooooooowly rose to all fours. Oh so willing to demolish the last of her foe’s vaunted will, Christian bent down, snatched hold of Deschain’s hair and hauled her upright.
A brisk slap took a bit more of the fire from Syd’s eyes and made it much easier to force her own head between Deschain’s stems. Wrapping her arms around Sydney’s thighs, Bethany stood up so that her prey was draped down her back like a cape. “You can just hold off on that count, Carpenter.” Bethany purred to the official, who was a little more than halfway through his twenty count. “I’ll have little Miss Marvel back in there soon enough and I don’t need your nattering on top of her screaming.”
Al didn’t look happy but instead of tolling off the next number he said, “Make it quick.”
Agreeing only because that was already her plan, Christian stepped off a little ways, then snapped forward and whipped the veteran off her back in an Alabama Slam made all the worse because Syd’s shoulders THWHUNKED against the edge of the apron instead of the floor! Her own shriek lost among the cries of horror from those assembled, Sydney landed on her rump and would’ve stayed there a good long time if Christian hadn’t wrapped a hand around her throat.
ALABAMA SLAM TO APRON:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=k9Wl6ou0Leo
Using the Goozle to control rather than strangle, Bethany hoisted the gobsmacked battler to boot leather and greeted her with a serene smile. “I’ve wanted to crush you in a contractual sense for years, but this…. this is so much better.” With Deschain in no condition to stop her Bethany crooked her other hand into a scoop and wedged it against Deschain’s stinging groin. Hooks set, she dipped her knees and lifted the woozy warrior high above her head in a flawless Military Press. While driving Sydney to the floor for the second time in as many minutes would’ve done her heart good, Bethany knew Carpenter would only hold the count for so long, so rather than depositing her foe on the floor she turned in a half circle and dumped her between the top and middle ropes.
Sydney landed hard on hip and shoulder and tried to roll farther into the ring, unfortunately the series of crushing collisions had weakened her to the point that she only made it as far as her stomach. Pleased by the sight, Bethany climbed onto the apron, stepped through the ropes and padded over to the other brunette with her hands on her hips.
“Got anything left, Deschain?” she nudged Syd with one foot and when that brought no response she kicked hard enough to tumble her onto her back. “I said, got anything left?” Christian put her kickin’ foot atop Sydney’s chest and stepped down, pinning her like a bug on a card while Carpenter counted…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
The Mangler swatted Bethany’s foot aside and rolled over with half a second to spare. “Not impressed.” the executive sneered. “Feels like fumes and desperation to me.”
No answer from Deschain so Christian strolled around to the other woman’s feet and helped herself to each ankle. A quick turn put Sydney on her back again and gave Bethany free reign to streeeeeeeeeetch her legs in a painfully, embarrassing ‘V’. “Damn, it’s been too long since I had this sort of fun.” Christian murmured over the cries of a worried crowd.
Sydney was plenty worried herself. She might’ve been flagging, but she wasn’t nearly so out of it that she didn’t recognize the trouble. “Kuuuuhhhh…. keep offa my trunks, Beth.” she grunted in the midst of trying to shield her crotch. “Or the payback will be that much worse, I promMEEERRRGGGGHHHHH!”
Bethany stretched the prone brunette’s stems all the wider, then snapped a short, wicked kick against her foe’s briefs. “The rules of wrestling are the only thing keeping you alive right now, Deschain.” she snorted. “I’d DESTROY you in a catfight.” As if to punctuate the point, she leapt up and dropped forward to land with her tummy THWHUMPING down full force against the Marvel’s womanhood and inner thighs. Sydney sat up like she’d been zapped with a cattle prod, both hands wedged between her thighs in the wake of a cleverly disguised Low Blow. Bethany only grinned and ran her hands through Deschain’s hair before tightening down to claws. “C’mon honey, let’s stand you up one more time. Can your tired old legs do that for me?”
Of course they could and both women knew it, not that it made the sound of Bethany’s taunt any less poisonous in her opponent’s ears. Still holding the Mangler’s hair, Christian made a point of leading her around in a theatrically wide circle before reeling Deschain into a Standing Headscissors. Laying one possessive hand on Syd’s buns, Bethany looked out upon the fans and said, “Behind that curtain is MY office! Between these ropes is MY ring! And this right here?” She patted Syd’s bum, then hooked her briefs and tugged them up in a mean-spirited wedgie. “She’s MY bitch!”
That got a lot of jeers from the capacity crowd, alas they didn’t do anything to stop Christian from wrapping her arms around Sydney’s waist and hoisting her into a seat atop her shoulders. No hesitation from Christian, she pushed onto her tiptoes and hurled the Marvel into the canvas with a Powerbomb that echoed like fall thunder. The THAWHAM of the first landing hadn’t faded when Bethany gathered her reserves and hoisted Sydney skyward for what could only be a second Powerbomb. The technician’s marvelous fans urged Christian to set their heroine down with a modicum of respect, alas the big brunette pushed onto her toes and THAWHAMMED Deschain against the mat even harder than before.
DOUBLE POWERBOMB:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=GE9DM96w0Yw
Savoring the visual of Sydney Deschain sprawled in her shadow, Bethany planted a foot on either side of her opponent’s hips and dropped to her knees. With Syd stretched out in an undignified starfish, Christian could’ve stayed right where she was and still collected a pin, yet that didn’t stop her from palming Deschain’s shoulders in either hand. Al Carpenter swooped in, dropped to his knees and counted off…
ONE…
TWO….
THRENOOOOOOOO!
Syd shrugged loose of the casually domineering cover and earned some love from the crowd when she PWAAAKED Bethany in the chin with a straight right hand. Christian reared back, wiped her wrist across her mouth and almost languidly THWHAPPED an overhand Forearm Smash against the prone woman’s tits. “You never did learn to respect authority in any official capacity.” Bethany muttered once she’d filled her hands with Deschain’s dark hair. “And while it’s a little late in the day to be teaching old bytches new tricks, I think you’ve got just enough left to learn one more.”
With that stood up and forced the Marvel to do the same. Then she lowered a shoulder, slipped an arm through Syd’s legs and muscled her across her shoulders in an effortless Fireman’s Carry. “While I am aware that a loss now may diminish interest in December’s match…” Christian explained her logic to the crowd while walking a strutting perimeter around the squared circle. “…I find that in this particular instance I’m delighted to let personal satisfaction trump sound business sense. In other words, kiss my ass you filthy internet trolls.”
That said, she dropped into a deep crouch, twisted her hips to the left and snapped them back to the right all to spin / toss Deschain off her perch for a match-ending ‘OOOOOOOOHHHH!’ Freakishly strong though she was, it seemed Bethany might’ve spent just a little too much time running her jaw because Sydney coiled an arm around her head in mid-descent and dropped to her butt to SPIKE the crown of Christian’s skull against the thinly-padded plywood. Bethany bounced up, would’ve collapsed on her face if she hadn’t managed to get a hand on the mat.
Stunned but far from unconscious, the Destroyer focused all her energies on regaining her feet as quickly as possible. Not a bad thing in and of itself, but in her haste to return to the fight she completely ignored her opponent for a moment and that was a dangerous mistake. Just how dangerous became clear when Deschain stormed in and buried her knee in the pit of Christian’s exposed stomach. Bethany doubled over again and this time she stayed there long enough for Syd to run the ropes to her right. Forcing herself to move faster in spite of the aches in her back and neck, Deschain waited until she was almost on top of Bethany and then THWHONKED the sledge of her left knee into the side of her opponent’s face.
KNEE TREMBLER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=hkz4cWpXEFA
Christian went down like a sack of mail, yet damned if she didn’t make it to all fours by the time the Mangler returned to the scene of the collision. “You keep getting up,” Deschain grabbed Bethany by trunks n’ tresses and set her on shuddery legs with a single yank, “and you won’t be in any condition to bore anyone at the Monday morning shareholders meeting.”
More than willing to see Christian removed from that particular occasion, Sydney rushed toward the nearest corner as fast as she could, then hit the brakes and tossed Bethany into the top turnbuckle chest-first. Anyone save a Celia Blassenville or a Pandora would’ve taken a knee, but must’ve been made of the same stern stuff because she bounced back into the ring as vertical as ever. Said condition came to an abrupt end when Sydney snatched her around the waist and snapped off a lightning quick bridge that THWHAMMED Christian flush on the back of her head and shoulders.
SNAP GERMAN SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=tFEffKk5CD0
Finally pausing to catch her breath, Deschain let out an exasperated sigh when a cry from the crowd got her to look over one shoulder. “Goddamn, boss lady. You are one tough suit.”
Indeed, she was. The Snap German hit Bethany hard enough to roll her onto her tush, which only made it easier for her to clamber back to boot leather. Resilient or not, she was looking more than a little shopworn when Sydney glided in on her six and slapped on a Half Nelson. “Nuuuhhoooo!” Bethany moaned as the Marvel cinched an arm around her midsection. She was still shaking her head ‘no, no, no!’ when the smaller brunette crouched down and turned her inside out courtesy of viciously nasty Half Nelson Suplex. Christian came down in an ungainly matchbook that all but guaranteed a serious crick in her neck for the next few days, but damned if the FAWN executive didn’t tumble back on her knees and start to rise.
HALF NELSON SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Nx2KLCwugAs
‘Start’ being the operative word there, as she’d barely made it past one knee when Sydney greeted her with a Toe Kick to the belly. Jerking Christian’s noggin between her thighs the instant she doubled over, the Mangler slipped her arms beneath Bethany’s biceps and jerked them up before clasping her hands against the taller woman’s back. Surrounded by cheers and camera flashes, Syd sucked in a deep breath, then dipped her knees and flipped her adversary ass over teakettle. Just like that she pushed onto her toes and dropped to her butt with as much force as she could muster. THAWHUNK! Bethany’s normally supple frame went rigid as a tent spike before nerves caught up with her brain and she collapsed onto her stomach in a semiconscious sprawl.
DESCHAIN DRIVER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=trZrHLZ3JoE
While there was nothing Syd would’ve liked more than making the arrogant executive wail her surrender, she knew better than to pass up a golden opportunity, which was why she hooked on another Half Nelson and rolled Christian onto her back. Instead of a simple Crossbody, Deschain sat up and scooted around so she was seated above Bethany’s head. “Here’s something that’ll make Monday’s meeting a little more interesting.” Aided by a handful of hair she lifted Bethany’s head off the mat and snuggled in so that the back of the brunette’s neck was flush against her trunks. Then she reached out with both hands, grabbed hold of Christian’s knees and puuuuuullled them toward her. No simple matchbook this however, Syd threaded her left leg across the pit of Bethany’s upturned knee, then mirrored the tactic with her right leg. The end result would’ve been an extremely effective submission hold if Bethany was conscious enough to feel anything. As it was the knot made for an excellent ‘no question who the winner is’ sort of pin. The kind that pointed opposing tush to the rafters and had the whole crowd counting along for the…
ONE…
TWO…
THREE!
Syd pumped a fist when the bell sounded, but she made no effort to leave her perch until the Announcer called, “Ladies and gentlemen, your winner via pin-fall… SYDNEY DESCHAIN! She will now go into her retirement match at Season’s Beatings with a record of eleven wins and zero losses!”
“Won’t stay that way for long though.” Syd murmured after she’d fought to her feet. “I mean to finish the year at twelve and oh.” She looked for the nearest camera, found it and stepped forward. “You hear me, Jenny? You hear me, Lenore? I know you’re both thinking it. Hell, I know EVERYONE’S thinking it. That I’m going to go out on my shield when Season’s Beatings rolls around. “Well you can think it all you want girls, but one of you is gonna have to DO it and trust me when I say this…. I. Won’t. Let. You.” Deschain paused, ran a hand through her tangled hair and smiled faintly. “To the winner I say, see you in December. And to the loser… consider yourself lucky.”