Post by alyadmirer on Dec 7, 2015 0:28:48 GMT
“Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall with a fifteen minute time limit!” the Announcer told the buzzing fans. “Introducing first, hailing from Halstad, Sweeden, she stands at five feet three inches tall and weighs in at one hundred and eleven pounds. She is one half of the Swedish Bikini Team, this is INGRID HALSTROM!”
INGRID HALSTROM:
Ingrid pushed through the curtain, a ball of blonde motion. Greeted warmly by the crowd, Ingrid raised her arms in a jaunty ’V’ and brought them down on beat to summon a BOOMING double shot of blue pyro on each side of the ramp. For her match this evening Halstrom sported a blue bikini with yellow crosses on each cup, the flag of Sweden had never looked better. Her elbow pads were matte black. her knees were emblazoned with the flag of her homeland and her long blonde locks were pulled back in a swishy, scrappy ponytail. The Swedish export sashayed down the aisle all while constantly slapping the outstretched hands of the fans along the rails, at times stopping to dance with hips flying. Circling the ring to greet as many fans as possible, Ingrid paused to admire a sign that read:
CLAUDIA’S GONNA BE ANYTHING BUT SILENT
WHEN INGRID KICKS HER ASS!
The varsity Bikini Team’er gave her supporter a big hug, then rolled under the bottom rope and popped to her feet quick. Strolling into position near the hard camera, Halstrom stepped onto the bottom rope and leaaaaaaaaaned over the strands to better salute the crowd. After a moment she dropped down and settled into the corner so the official could make a final check of her pads and boots. Ingrid said nothing, her eyes were trained on the stage. While this wasn’t an official number one contenders match, she knew a victory tonight would go a long way toward getting her in the ring with Lily Burlingame.
Once Ingrid‘s music faded, the Ring Announcer returned to his duties. “And introducing her opponent, hailing from New Haven Connecticut, she stands at five feet three inches tall and weighs in tonight at one hundred and fourteen pounds. Ladies and gentlemen she is the Red Menace… CLAUDIA ROONEY!”
A resounding mix of cheers and jeers flood the arena as the lights went dark and the speakers started ticking away. The clock soon faded to a keening guitar riff which in turn raised the house lights in crimson. Piercing this arterial vale was a single white spot trained on the stage, the only accompaniment to Red Light King’s ’Bullet In My Hand’.
I've got a fast life and a slow cuttin' knife
I've been drinkin' at a poisoned well.
No home and a bag of bones
And nothin' else left to sell.
I know why I'm in this hell
I just don't wanna believe.
Past that line you just can't tell
But right now
There's someone lookin' out for me!
CLAUDIA ROONEY:
Emerging from the dark of backstage in silence, Claudia Rooney raised an index finger to her lips, then lowered it to her throat and pulled the ’blade’ across in a violent slash. This was met with almost universal boos, as the FAWNatics still remembered the gawdawful belt lashing the redhead laid upon Lily back at the end of August. Rooney hadn’t been seen much in Orlando since then, though she had made several appearances in Bangor and Albuquerque. While some considered traveling between the sister developmental leagues a punishment at best and a demotion at worst, none of them could argue that the lightweights in those promotions suffered far more than the redhead did during her tenure there.
Back home as of now, the formerly Silent Siren wore a sturdy black two-piece with hot pink flames airbrushed on the top and across the seat. The fiery scheme carried over to her pads and boots as both were a matching red, a perfect complement for the chunky bands adorning each wrist. Making a hard left when she reached the foot of the aisle, Claudia stamped up the steps and hopped onto the turnbuckles. It was from this perch that she spread her arms wide, urging the crowd to listen up as Mark Kasprzyk howled ‘I can’t see the light’.
Paying almost no attention to the blonde eying her from the far corner, Rooney leapt to the center of the ring where she raised her right arm and pinched the ‘wristband’ with thumb and forefinger. Then she pulled it down with a slow tug, revealing it as a forearm sleeve. Once she’d repeated the trick on her left arm, she backed into her corner to endure the ref’s final inspection. It was good to be back in Orlando. It would be even better to remind the Girl That Gravity Forgot just who the hell was breathing down her neck.
CLANG! Ingrid started out of her corner fast, the diminutive blonde battler not only eager to get her hands on the woman who’d ruined the end of a perfectly good Lightweight Title bout, but intent on putting down that woman in hopes of netting herself the next shot at Lily Burlingame’s gold. Claudia came out to meet her, though she moved a little slower and didn’t react to any of the feints Halstrom threw her way. It wasn’t until Ingrid shot in low that the redhead actually bothered to twist aside.
“Don’t tire yourself out, sweetheart.” Rooney sniped once the blonde was back on her feet. “You’re not that Burlingame bytch, but you’re all I’ve got tonight, so lets not rush this.”
“Don’t worry Claudia.” Ingrid was circling again. “I’m going to take my time dismissing you from title contention.”
Claudia’s smirk was a chilling harbinger of winter. “It’s going to take a helluva lot more than some spam in a swimsuit to keep me away from--”
Halstrom pounced, snatched hold of her foe’s right wrist and twisted her whole arm in a wide circle. Another sharp twist forced Rooney onto her toes and made it that much easier for the blonde to back her into the ropes. Slipping a foot over the bottom strand as soon as the top pressed across her shoulders, Claudia looked to Craig Long and said, “Back her off, I’m in the--” CRAAACK!
The Whist Warrior hissed and the FAWNatics ‘WOOO’ed! when Ingrid laid an echoing Knife-Edge Chop across her opponent’s breasts. “That feel like spam to you, baby?” Halstrom taunted after she’d threaded Rooney’s arms over the top rope. “Here, have another go!” She reared back and CRAAACKED Claudia’s décolletage with another Chop.
Rooney bared her teeth but didn’t respond. Rather she glared at the official and said, “Get this gnat off me, Long. I’m in the OOOWWWW DAMMNNNGGGGHH!”
Ingrid chopped her a third time, then followed it scathing Bytch Slap across the mouth. “Swedish gnats are still tuff enough to carry you off, brat.” Halstrom chirped once Long closed in to deliver his count. Peeling her foe off the ropes with a Wristlock, Halstrom forced Rooney against ‘em just long enough to grind her shoulder against the American’s juggs. Immediately thereafter she stepped away, dropped that shoulder and slung Claudia across the squared circle with an Irish Whip. Ingrid waited until her quarry was almost to the far side before she bounced into the strands at her back and headed out to center ring. Seemingly unworried about this collision course with the redhead, Halstrom left her feet in a low hop and promptly THWHUMPED them both into Rooney’s tummy.
Claudia ‘ooofffhed’ and her butt flew backward but she managed to keep her feet despite being doubled over in a rather vulnerable fashion. That was exactly how Halstrom wanted her and it was where Rooney stayed while Ingrid scrambled up and ran the ropes to the other woman’s left. Returning as quickly as she left, Ingrid hopped up and pistoned out her right foot, THWHACKING it off her target’s temple in a beautiful Single Legged Dropkick. Knocked into a woozy circle by the high-powered shot, Rooney hit the deck on her back, a shift her brain didn’t even have time to register before Halstrom pounced across her chest and hooked the far leg for…
ONE LEGGED DROPKICK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=KkRAm3gFQNA
ONE…
TWO…
Claudia shot a shoulder up and turned onto her side right as Craig reached ‘TWO!’
“Go ahead and kick out all you want, punk. I’ve got enough time and offense to punish you all night.”
“You couldn’t even punish a plate of IKEA meatballs, let alone HUUUUFFHHH!”
Ingrid cocked an elbow up behind her ear, then laid out and drove it into the cleft of her target’s sternum. Pleased with the other woman’s groaning silence, Halstrom hairhauled Claudia to boot-leather and greeted her with a pair of stiff Forearm Smashes to the chest. Rooney reached up, clearly trying to ward off more blows or sink her hands into the blonde’s hair. She achieved neither of these goals, as the Svelte Swede sank into a crouch and wrapped her arms around Claudia’s upper thighs. Tiny fists knotted below American buttocks, Ingrid pushed onto tiptoes, held the position for a moment and went down on one knee to THWHUMP Claudia’s carriage courtesy an Inverted Atomic Drop.
The redhead staggered once again, but she stayed upright, just as she had after the Dropkick. She would’ve recovered quickly enough if Halstrom had simply shoved her away, unfortunately the pocket Valkyrie did no such thing. What she did was slide her hands south to Rooney’s calves, which she swept out from underneath with a single hard yank. Dumped on her back by the Double Leg Takedown, Claudia could only shake her head ‘no’ as Ingrid stretched her legs into a wide ‘V’. Halstrom saw this and snorted. “Right, like you deserve anything but the worst after what you did to Lily.” Rooney opened up to plead her case and ended up voicing a pained wail when the Bikini Team’er sprang into the air and came down with both heels THWHUMPING into the redhead’s undefended crotch.
Ingrid didn’t bother to go for a cover, she only somersaulted backward and popped to her feet. “Still feelin’ tuff, big mouth?” Halstrom taunted while she scraped Claudia off the canvas. “Still think you’re going to wear me out?” There was no answer, not that she expected or even wanted one. Rooney could just sit there and whimper all night, far as Ingrid Halstrom was concerned. Clamping down on another Wristlock, the blonde nudged Claudia forward by a few steps to make sure they both had a little more room to run when Ingrid hurled her into the far corner.
The Silent Siren BWUUUNGED against the buckles so hard she had to drape an arm over the top rope to keep from landing flat on her butt. Alas, Ingrid made a seat look much more enjoyable the instant she charged, leapt and PWAAAKED her washboard tummy into Rooney’s face. Claudia STILL didn’t go down, but she doubled over to catch her breath which allowed Halstrom to catch her head in a Front Facelock. “Don’t need a belt to teach you a lesson, Claudia.” Ingrid opined as she tugged the struggling battler from the corner. “But I might use one anyway.”
Shifting from threats of violence to acts of violence in the blink of an eye, Halstrom twisted ‘em both in a half circle, hopped onto the second rope and used it to push off for a Tornado DDT. She’d just swung her legs around when Rooney’s arms flew up and wrapped around her torso. In the same instant she sank into a deep, deep, crouch. This adjustment kept her upright and far more importantly, saved her head from another painful meeting with the mat.
Not that the Whist Warrior paused to gloat. Indeed. as soon as she was sure Halstrom was stuck, she dipped a little deeper and popped her hips to toss the blonde up, over and BWUUUNG! Ingrid slammed into the turnbuckles and only avoided the Tree of Woe because her legs were too loose with surprise to hook the top rope. Landing on the back of her head wasn’t much fun either, but it didn’t take the blonde too long to grab hold of the middle rope and hoist herself to a seat.
A roar from the crowd reminded her she didn’t have eyes on Claudia and so she looked over one shoulder to better assess the situation. She didn’t see much, truth be told, just a blur of red, black and white as Rooney leapt just before she would’ve hit the strands. Snatching hold of the top rope to anchor herself in place, Claudia swung out, around and down, the acrobatic redhead threading her feet between the bottom and middle ropes to THWHAP Halstrom’s chest with a Slingshot Dropkick. Ingrid was knocked flat, her arms stretched limp overhead as she tried to suck in a few painless breaths.
SLINGSHOT SPINNING DROPKICK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=bZhWOlO-Sp4
Perched on the apron after her clever bit of offense, Rooney surveyed the situation, then decided to walk around the nearest corner on the apron. Showing no particular inclination to hurry, the Whist Warrior wiped the soles of her boots on the narrow ledge, then bent down and swiped at the toe with her thumb. Thus satisfied, she grabbed the top rope in both hands and vaulted into the squared circle with her right knee raised almost to chest level. The FAWNatics worry for Ingrid’s noggin quickly transformed into disdain for Rooney when she landed on her feet and snapped a taunting little kick into the side of her opponent’s face.
Halstrom groaned and rolled onto her stomach, one hand rising to tend to her stinging cheek. “I don’t know what you’re checking on.” Claudia sniped as she bent down and snatched hold of her foe’s wrist. “Your face has always looked like someone kicked it. If I were you I’d be more worried about this dainty little hand.” She stretched the Swedish import’s arm out full length and stepped down on her forearm to keep it pinned in place. Halstrom didn’t like that much at all and she fought like a terror, pushing and shoving at Rooney’s ankle in an attempt to free herself from the tramp. Didn’t do any good though, Claudia only grrrrrrrroooound her heel back n’ forth as if she were attempting to squash a particularly noxious bit of vermin.
Ingrid was still working to free herself when the redhead raised her other foot and STAMPED down on the other woman’s defenseless hand. The resultant jolt finally freed Ingrid from the trap, not that was able to do much more than curl into a ball around her throbbing hand. More pleased with herself than ever, Rooney dropped to one knee and planted it against the side of Ingrid’s face. Then she grabbed hold of her wrist and wrenched that wounded hand up & away from her torso.
“Let me make one thing perfectly clear.” Gripping the blonde’s wrist with one hand, she wrapped her other mitt around Halstrom’s fingers and bent them back toward Ingrid’s forearm. “I didn’t NEED a belt to leave a my mark on Burlingame. Just like I don’t NEED a belt to make you wail like the little blonde tramp rat you are. But I have been overlooked, marginalized and flat out disrespected by this organization for far too long, so if spanking a few brats… or breaking a few fingers… is the only way to get eyes on me, that‘s what I‘m going to do.”
Claudia relaxed the pressure on Ingrid’s fingers for a moment before redoubling her efforts. Ingrid wailed and pounded her feet against the mat. She squirmed and writhed, trying to work free of Rooney’s encroaching knee and she clawed at the redhead’s wrist, anything to soothe the bear trap around her fingers. Didn’t surrender though, even the Claudia and the referee asked her more than once.
“No! NO! I don’t give! Don’t ask again, Merle! Mean bytch is gonna have to tear off my hand before I quit!” Ingrid confirmed the validity of this statement by gouging the fingers of her free hand into the smooth, dense meat of Rooney’s thigh. The Silent Siren grimaced and mashed down with her knee that much harder, the Scandinavian brat would look a little better with some cauliflower in her ear. Growing tired with the game, yet still not willing to abandon it without reason, Claudia pulled Ingrid’s trapped hand close and bit down on her twitching fingers.
Halstrom shrieked with renewed energy and finally yanked her head free. “Stop biting, Claudia!” Merle demanded as the pair of lightweights started to rise. “C’mon now, you’re better than that! Claudia did, though she stubbornly maintained the Wristlock, which she used to reel the Viking Vixen into a heavy Kneelift across the belly.
“Correction.” Rooney told the official. “I’m better than HER.” She stepped away, dropped a shoulder and slung Ingrid to the far side of the ring. Wounded hand held to her tummy even as she ran, Halstrom didn’t think to reach for the ropes until she’d bounced clear of them and by then it was far too late. Ready and waiting at the center of the ring, Claudia Rooney jabbed her splayed hands into Ingrid’s tummy and launched her straight into the air. Give Halstrom credit, she adjusted course in mid-air and would’ve landed on her feet directly in front of the former T.W.I.T. if the redhead hadn’t reared up and THWHACKED her across the chest with a murderous Forearm Smash when she was still removed from the canvas by about eighteen inches.
PRESS-STYLE ELBOW SMASH@ 00:56
www.youtube.com/watch?v=jVK2L7373NI
The blonde went down hard, THWHUMPING onto the back of her head and shoulders before pooling out onto her belly in a weary sprawl. Curious to know what, if anything Halstrom had left in reserve, Rooney dropped to her knees, shot a Half Nelson on the near arm and rolled Ingrid onto her back for a simple Crossbody. Far leg hooked, Claudia pulled Ingrid’s knee to her chest and held on tight for…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
The Bikini Team’er shot a shoulder up with half a second to spare and earned a cheer from the crowd in so doing. Rooney didn’t question the count, if Halstrom wanted to keep wrestling she would keep wrestling. “I know things look bleak for you right now, meatball. Don’t worry your pretty little head in the slightest.”
Both ladies were on their feet now, Ingrid all sullen pout and slumped shoulders standing before her beaming opposition. “There’s absolutely NO REASON for me to strip you down once I’ve put you to sleep.” Ingrid’s eyes went wide. “Don’t you--” ’Dare’ was cut off by the echoing CRAAACK of palm connecting with cheek. Spun in a half circle by the Bytch Slap, Ingrid offered up a perfect target for Claudia, who curled her left arm around the blonde’s neck and reeled her in close. Grabbing her own right bicep for extra leverage, the Whist Warrior palmed the back of Halstrom’s skull with her right hand and pushed forward even as she cranked back on the Sleeper.
Arms windmilling wildly, Ingrid fought off the initial panic quickly enough and proceeded to pound her right elbow into Rooney’s ribs. Claudia soaked it up with a hard smirk, the Sleeper was sank in deep and they both knew it. Rocking back on her heels, she wrenched Ingrid’s head from side to side while the audience groaned in sympathy. Dismally aware that her elbows wouldn’t be nearly enough to get loose before Rooney put her out, Halstrom decided to avenge her still aching fingers by stomping the hell out of the toes on her rival’s left foot.
The Silent Siren hissed quite loudly and the Sleeper loosened but didn’t drop away. Unwilling to settle for anything other than absolute freedom, Ingrid STAMPED Claudia’s tootsies a second time and ground her heel for a little extra emphasis. That loosened the Sleeper to a shadow of its original self so Halstrom slammed an elbow into the redhead’s ribs, then clambered toward the ropes as quickly as she could. Claudia held on for the whole trip, but between the weak Sleeper and one gimpy foot she didn’t stop the blonde from wrapping an arm around the top rope. “BREAK!” she rasped. “Get her off, I’m in the ropesSSNNNNGGHHH!”
Claudia slapped her in the back of the head. “Doesn’t matter where you are, bytch! Long as you’re in my ring you’re nothing but a NNNNGGGGGGHHH!”
Ingrid rounded on her and sent Rooney staggering with a wicked Bytch Slap of her very own. “What was that, baby?” Halstrom barked over the cheering crowd. “I couldn’t hear you over the sound of that slap!”
“I said get ready to die, bytch stick.” Claudia pounced with talons outstretched, thankfully Halstrom twisted aside at the last second and sent her adversary blundering into the ropes chest-first. Staggered but otherwise vertical, Rooney backed right into Ingrid’s waiting arms and let out a little ’eep!’ when the Valkyrie caught her in a tight Waistlock. Ingrid bridged at the exact same time, a high, gorgeous effort that forced the muscles of her tummy into sharp relief as she TWHUMPED Claudia into the mat courtesy a Dead-Lift German Suplex. Holding on tight after they both hit the mat, Halstrom pushed onto her toes and held the bridge through…
DEAD-LIFT GERMAN SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=sxlzBSX11eE
ONE…
TWO…
Rooney popped her hips hard enough to wrench loose, the Suplex-Shocked redhead slopping over onto her stomach to avoid a follow-up cover. Beside her, Ingrid rolled to a seat and took several deep breaths. “You’re tuff for a ginger, Claudia. But you’re not tuff enough to get through the ass whippin’ that’s coming your way.” The redhead only cursed and pushed to her hands and knees, which was all the motivation Ingrid needed to scramble to verticality. Hauling Rooney up alongside with a handful of trunks, Halstrom reeled the American in for a Forearm Smash that THWAPPED against the small of her back. Claudia shouted, staggered forward and got pulled right back to start for a second helping of forearm.
“Off the trunks now, Ingrid.” Merle told her when the Swede lined up for a third go-round. “You don’t need to work cheap.”
“This isn’t cheap, it’s methodical.” She completed the trifecta with a shot that made Claudia’s knees tremble, then let loose of her foe’s togs with a little ‘happy now?’ flourish that was solely for the ref’s benefit. Merle was indeed quite satisfied, so he didn’t object when the Bikini Team’er leaned forward and thrust her head under Claudia’s left arm. A Half Waistlock from the right kept Rooney from going anywhere and a cupped left hand against the back of her left thigh provided a suitable seat for the ride Ingrid had in mind. The light of awareness cut through the fog in Claudia’s mind with just enough time for the Whist Warrior to bear down on Halstrom’s lowered head. Squeezing with one arm while she pounded away at the crown of the blonde’s skull with her right hand, Rooney spat, “I’m tuff for a ginger? Bytch, I’m tuff, period. Certainly tougher than this soft little head of yourSSWHOOOAAAAAAHHNNNGGGHH!”
Ingrid bent her knees and muscled Claudia onto the point of her right shoulder. Interestingly enough, this shift wasn’t enough to stop Rooney from throwing hands. That didn’t happen until Halstrom stepped forward, swung Claudia back the way she’d came and went down on one knee, all the better to THWUMP the other woman’s backside. Rooney bounced clear of the Atomic Drop, though the mincing, tiptoeing baby steps she managed in the aftermath made a seat sound like a nice alternative.
Pleased by the tremors she saw in Claudia’s otherwise sturdy gams, Ingrid stalked after her and placed both hands on the American’s shoulders. Soon as she clamped down the blonde sprang up and landed in a seat astride the other woman’s shoulders. Arms raised overhead in a jaunty ‘V’, Halstrom dipped her head low and rolled forward, the blue-clad Valkyrie tumbling down the front of Rooney’s body to swing between her legs. Seated on her tush while Claudia flipped onto her back, Ingrid leaned down, slipped her arms around the redhead’s calves and pulled ‘em way back to secure the Victory Roll. Already close to the action, Merle dove in, checked Rooney’s shoulders and smacked the mat…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
The Silent Siren kicked out and sat up with a wince as her aching tailbone came into contact with the mat again. “Nice try, airhead.” Claudia grumbled. “But it’s gonna take more than your stupid floorshow to keep me down for NNGGGGHH!”
Ingrid SMACKED an overhead Slap between her rival’s shoulders partly because she wanted her to shut up but mostly because she liked the sound it made. “What’s the matter, Claudia?” Halstrom taunted as she slipped her legs around the other woman’s waist. “Did Amanda Jane forget to teach you the Victory Roll before she retired? Or do you always get this cranky when chicks are outclassing you?”
“You couldn’t outclass a mannequin.” Rooney taunted. “But maybe you could at least pretend to wrestHHUUUUGGGHHHH!”
Ankles locked, Ingrid bore down on the Scissors and lifted her butt off the mat even more pressure. “That wrestling enough for you, princess?” Halstrom taunted over the groans of her adversary. “Or do you want to complain about my legs being too strong for your sloppy little midsection to take?”
Claudia could attest that the blonde’s legs were very strong indeed, but she’d pass out before she even suggested they were too much for her to take. Curling her hands into fists, she kept them about level with her chest while she pounded short little elbows into Ingrid’s sinewy thighs. Ingrid didn’t appreciate the painful gouging very much, so she crooked her right arm into a stubby ‘V’ and THWHAPPED a Forearm Smash across her opponent’s shoulders. “That all you got for me, little girl?” she demanded after three more shots failed to halt the American’s work on her legs.
Really digging in with her elbows, Claudia answered, “It’s all I need if that’s the hardest you can hit, meatbaHEY! HEY LEGGO OF ME!”
Since she couldn’t seem to beat Rooney into compliance, Halstrom leaned forward, twined her arms around opposing biceps and wrenched ‘em backward in a Double Chickenwing. “Now what?” Ingrid’s smile was that much wider as she squeeeeeeeeeezed the defenseless battler’s strong midsection. “You want to crawl to the ropes like any ol’ piece of bikini meat? Or are you just going to tap ouNNNGGGHH!”
Claudia snapped her head backward and struck Halstrom a glancing blow to the chin. “Neither, bytch. I’m going to tear my way out of this, then I’m going to tear you aparWHOAAOOOFFHH!” Bound and determined to get wring some semblance of humility from the arrogant redhead, Ingrid laid out on her back, which pulled Claudia down into her lap, thanks to the Bodyscissors. Claudia’s legs were still kicking when the Valkyrie rolled back the way she’d came and THWHUMPED her foe’s butt into the thinly-sheathed plywood.
Cringing in the wake of that unpleasant Keister Bounce, Rooney shook off the ref’s question of surrender, but saved her words for Halstrom. “Both kinds of Atomic Drops and now a Keister Bounce? You got a thing for my ass, meatball? Should’ve just said so. I would’ve let you kiss it the instant you got in the UUUNNNNNGGGGHH!”
Ingrid bounced her foe’s booty a second time, then undid the Scissors without relinquishing the Chickenwing. Neither of these proved of much help to Rooney because the diminutive blonde stunner slipped her feet under American ankles and immediately wrenched her legs into a wide, unpleasant ‘V’. “Your ass is nothing but a trainwreck, Claudia.” Ingrid taunted. “No matter how awful it is, sometimes you’ve gotta slow down and look. Bet these people feel the same way.”
Claudia shook her head ‘no’ and strained against her attacker’s grasp in hopes of escaping what Halstrom had planned. Unfortunately the Swede’s hooks were set too deep and Ingrid was just too motivated. With little more than a grunt n’ roll she dropped back and scooped Rooney into her lap. Wasn’t really much different than the earlier Keister Bounces, save for the fact that Claudia’s legs were wedged open at something dangerously close to a ninety degree angle.
“Give it up!” Ingrid demanded of her wriggling prey. “Give up and maybe I’ll let you down without slamming that ass up between your shoulders!”
“Screw you!” Claudia struggled harder than ever, an effort appreciated by a great deal of the FAWNatics on one particular side of the arena. “The only one begging for mercy tonight is you, you meatball chomping, cheap furniture making byNNNGGHHHOOOOOWWWWWWWW!”
Ingrid slammed her down that much harder, then went back to the Bodyscissors and used it in conjunction with the Chickenwing to roll Rooney over onto her shoulders. Holding the other woman as tight as she could, Ingrid joined the crowd in counting off….
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO!
The Whist Warrior powered loose, though she did so by such a narrow margin that she held up two fingers to Merle for confirmation. He was in the midst of nodding when Halstrom snatched a double handful of hair and jerked Rooney to her feet. “You’re lookin’ tired, sweetums.” Ingrid snapped in her rival’s ear. “Maybe you should take another nap.” Claudia raised her hands to shove the blonde away but Halstrom yanked her noggin’ all the harder and followed up with a Toe Kick that spiked the redhead’s tummy. Rooney folded over around the blow and the temptation of her head was too much for Ingrid to resist.
Welcoming her into a Front Facelock, the Swedish Stunner slung Claudia’s near arm across her shoulders and filled her free hand with a whole bunch’a the other woman’s waistband. Soon as the trap was set Halstrom dipped her knees and muscled Claudia all the way to high noon. She hung there for perhaps half a second before Ingrid slung her backward and dropped to her butt, the Bikini Teamer switching her normal Facelock for the Three Quarter variant that powered her Runebus-OOOOHHHHH!
The FAWNatics offered up grudging appreciation when Rooney put her hands on the blonde’s shoulders and shoved herself loose mere heartbeats before Halstrom would’ve jacked her jaw through the top of her skull. Cursing in frustration, Ingrid swung around and pushed to one TWHAAACK! Claudia balanced on her left foot and flicked the right out n’ across in a smooth, brutal arc that ended at her foe’s right temple. Halstrom’s head snapped back and her hands fell limp to her sides.
BUZZSAW KICK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=k6shb9ioRG8
She would’ve tumbled onto her face, was in fact already timbering forward when Rooney snatched hold of Ingrid’s ears and stuffed her woozy head between her thighs. “I am tired, meatball.” Claudia grabbed hold of her blonde’s blue bottoms and tugged until the wedgie forced Halstrom to her feet. “Tired of dealing with your perky blonde ass!” Abandoning the wedgie for a super snug Waistlock, Rooney hoisted her opponent end over end, then hopped up and dropped to her butt to TWHONK the crown of Ingrid’s skull with a merciless Piledriver. Halstrom bounced out and landed on her back in a sprawled starfish. The crowd didn’t think she was unconscious, but she sure as hell wasn’t looking too cogent when Rooney pounced across her chest and hooked the far leg for…
NO FRILLS PILEDRIVER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=-J_At_eiRdg
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO!
The vulnerable blonde rolled a shoulder off the mat at the last second to earn a cheer from the fans and a sneer from the redhead. Any enthusiasm those assembled felt for Halstrom’s tenacity faded almost to nothing when Rooney buried a hand in the blonde’s hair and hauled her to a seat. “WATCH CLOSE, RICH GIRL!” Claudia bellowed toward the locker room. “WATCH AND TRY TO IMAGINE THAT YOU’LL LAST ANY LONGER THAN THIS PUNK!”
That diss got the crowd booing again, alas their vitriol didn’t do a damned thing in terms of delaying the Silent Siren’s last gambit. Looming behind her seated adversary, Rooney claimed ownership of Ingrid’s right wrist and stretched that arm out to her side so she could step over it with her right leg. Once she’d nuzzled her boot against the inside of Halstrom’s right thigh, Claudia folded the blonde’s leg around her conveniently placed shin to create the crooked part of a ‘4‘. Then she forced Ingrid’s left leg over the exposed right ankle to complete the straight portion of the most infamous number in professional wrestling. After that she grabbed the vulnerable bombshell’s left arm and folded it tight around the redhead’s left leg, just behind the knee. With Halstrom tied in literal and figurative knots, Claudia crouched down and rolled onto her back, a move that pulled Halstrom into her lap while giving the FAWN faithful an excellent view of her curved back and blue-sheathed backside. All but done now, the Quiet Riot reached up with both hands, seized Ingrid’s left calf and pulled down hard, adding plenty of leg pain to go along with the various aches and pains she’d accumulated throughout the match.
THE SILENCER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=rhAdQ8_Lm0U
Anything but quiet as the Silencer bit in deep, Ingrid waggled a frantic ‘no, no, no!’ with her right hand to keep Merle from calling for the bell. He didn’t, of course that meant she stayed mired in Rooney’s clever stretch which did nothing for the strain in her neck, the growing pressure in her diaphragm and stress on her left knee. “Give it up, bytch!” Claudia growled during a brief pause in all her tugging. “Give it up unless you want me to break your leg off at the knee!”
Ingrid shook her head ‘no’, then added a, “NEVER!” because she didn’t much like the feel of her useless wriggling. Teeth clenched against the pain, she crooked her right arm into a ‘V’ and pounded the point of it into the back of her attacker‘s thigh.
Rooney grimaced, bared her teeth and craaaaaaaanked down on Halstrom’s captured leg while simultaneously grinding against the back of her skull. “Sure about that, meatball? I don’t think your leg is gonna last that long!” She stopped tugging and started YANKING, a brutal, blatant attempt to hobble the wailing Bikini Team’er.
“NOOOOOO AAAAAAAHHHH FAAAAAAAAAHHHHK!” Ingrid closed her eyes and knotted her hands into fists, a final show of defiance in the face of Claudia’s latest leg-shredding barrage. “GAAAHHHHD STAAAAAAAAAAAAHHP!” she shrieked. “I GIVE! I GIVE! I GIVE!” Ingrid swatted Claudia’s thigh for good measure but by then Merle had turned away to signal the Timekeeper.
Rooney waited until the bell CLANGED, then wrenched on the immobilized calf one more time before shoving Halstrom out of her lap. The defeated Swedish lass curled up around her strained knee and moaned, the relief so great that she barely noticed when the Announcer said, “Ladies and gentlemen, your winner via submission… CLAUDIA ROONEY!”
Claudia raised her hand without waiting for Merle’s assist. When he did come over she pulled away and pointed elsewhere. “Bring me a mic. Now.” The ref snagged one from a ringside tech and when he returned Rooney had shoveled Ingrid onto her belly to plant a boot atop her butt. Yanking a thumb across her throat as soon as she had the mic, Claudia put it to her lips and said, “See this, Lily? Do you see how much pain Ingrid is in? How much she wants me to go away so she can curl into a ball and cry away her pain?” She pressed her toes into Halstrom’s upturned glutes and wiggled her foot like she was crushing a cigarette. “It looks brutal. It looks ugly. It looks like it hurt like hell. And it is. If you don’t believe me, just ask Ingrid. But as bad off as she is, what I’ll do to you is that much worse. You may not leave on a stretcher, but trust me rich girl, you won’t leave this ring under your own power. And after I’ve taken YOUR belt? I might just give you another taste of mine.”
Claudia tossed the mic to Merle, bent down and SMACKED Ingrid’s rump one more time. One step closer to her return match with that pampered brat, Rooney strutted to the ropes, hopped down to the floor and headed up the aisle. About halfway up she pursed her lips and whistled the chorus of ‘Big Girls Don’t Cry’. “Little girls though… little RICH girls…” she murmured under her breath. “They cry all the time.”
INGRID HALSTROM:
Ingrid pushed through the curtain, a ball of blonde motion. Greeted warmly by the crowd, Ingrid raised her arms in a jaunty ’V’ and brought them down on beat to summon a BOOMING double shot of blue pyro on each side of the ramp. For her match this evening Halstrom sported a blue bikini with yellow crosses on each cup, the flag of Sweden had never looked better. Her elbow pads were matte black. her knees were emblazoned with the flag of her homeland and her long blonde locks were pulled back in a swishy, scrappy ponytail. The Swedish export sashayed down the aisle all while constantly slapping the outstretched hands of the fans along the rails, at times stopping to dance with hips flying. Circling the ring to greet as many fans as possible, Ingrid paused to admire a sign that read:
CLAUDIA’S GONNA BE ANYTHING BUT SILENT
WHEN INGRID KICKS HER ASS!
The varsity Bikini Team’er gave her supporter a big hug, then rolled under the bottom rope and popped to her feet quick. Strolling into position near the hard camera, Halstrom stepped onto the bottom rope and leaaaaaaaaaned over the strands to better salute the crowd. After a moment she dropped down and settled into the corner so the official could make a final check of her pads and boots. Ingrid said nothing, her eyes were trained on the stage. While this wasn’t an official number one contenders match, she knew a victory tonight would go a long way toward getting her in the ring with Lily Burlingame.
Once Ingrid‘s music faded, the Ring Announcer returned to his duties. “And introducing her opponent, hailing from New Haven Connecticut, she stands at five feet three inches tall and weighs in tonight at one hundred and fourteen pounds. Ladies and gentlemen she is the Red Menace… CLAUDIA ROONEY!”
A resounding mix of cheers and jeers flood the arena as the lights went dark and the speakers started ticking away. The clock soon faded to a keening guitar riff which in turn raised the house lights in crimson. Piercing this arterial vale was a single white spot trained on the stage, the only accompaniment to Red Light King’s ’Bullet In My Hand’.
I've got a fast life and a slow cuttin' knife
I've been drinkin' at a poisoned well.
No home and a bag of bones
And nothin' else left to sell.
I know why I'm in this hell
I just don't wanna believe.
Past that line you just can't tell
But right now
There's someone lookin' out for me!
CLAUDIA ROONEY:
Emerging from the dark of backstage in silence, Claudia Rooney raised an index finger to her lips, then lowered it to her throat and pulled the ’blade’ across in a violent slash. This was met with almost universal boos, as the FAWNatics still remembered the gawdawful belt lashing the redhead laid upon Lily back at the end of August. Rooney hadn’t been seen much in Orlando since then, though she had made several appearances in Bangor and Albuquerque. While some considered traveling between the sister developmental leagues a punishment at best and a demotion at worst, none of them could argue that the lightweights in those promotions suffered far more than the redhead did during her tenure there.
Back home as of now, the formerly Silent Siren wore a sturdy black two-piece with hot pink flames airbrushed on the top and across the seat. The fiery scheme carried over to her pads and boots as both were a matching red, a perfect complement for the chunky bands adorning each wrist. Making a hard left when she reached the foot of the aisle, Claudia stamped up the steps and hopped onto the turnbuckles. It was from this perch that she spread her arms wide, urging the crowd to listen up as Mark Kasprzyk howled ‘I can’t see the light’.
Paying almost no attention to the blonde eying her from the far corner, Rooney leapt to the center of the ring where she raised her right arm and pinched the ‘wristband’ with thumb and forefinger. Then she pulled it down with a slow tug, revealing it as a forearm sleeve. Once she’d repeated the trick on her left arm, she backed into her corner to endure the ref’s final inspection. It was good to be back in Orlando. It would be even better to remind the Girl That Gravity Forgot just who the hell was breathing down her neck.
CLANG! Ingrid started out of her corner fast, the diminutive blonde battler not only eager to get her hands on the woman who’d ruined the end of a perfectly good Lightweight Title bout, but intent on putting down that woman in hopes of netting herself the next shot at Lily Burlingame’s gold. Claudia came out to meet her, though she moved a little slower and didn’t react to any of the feints Halstrom threw her way. It wasn’t until Ingrid shot in low that the redhead actually bothered to twist aside.
“Don’t tire yourself out, sweetheart.” Rooney sniped once the blonde was back on her feet. “You’re not that Burlingame bytch, but you’re all I’ve got tonight, so lets not rush this.”
“Don’t worry Claudia.” Ingrid was circling again. “I’m going to take my time dismissing you from title contention.”
Claudia’s smirk was a chilling harbinger of winter. “It’s going to take a helluva lot more than some spam in a swimsuit to keep me away from--”
Halstrom pounced, snatched hold of her foe’s right wrist and twisted her whole arm in a wide circle. Another sharp twist forced Rooney onto her toes and made it that much easier for the blonde to back her into the ropes. Slipping a foot over the bottom strand as soon as the top pressed across her shoulders, Claudia looked to Craig Long and said, “Back her off, I’m in the--” CRAAACK!
The Whist Warrior hissed and the FAWNatics ‘WOOO’ed! when Ingrid laid an echoing Knife-Edge Chop across her opponent’s breasts. “That feel like spam to you, baby?” Halstrom taunted after she’d threaded Rooney’s arms over the top rope. “Here, have another go!” She reared back and CRAAACKED Claudia’s décolletage with another Chop.
Rooney bared her teeth but didn’t respond. Rather she glared at the official and said, “Get this gnat off me, Long. I’m in the OOOWWWW DAMMNNNGGGGHH!”
Ingrid chopped her a third time, then followed it scathing Bytch Slap across the mouth. “Swedish gnats are still tuff enough to carry you off, brat.” Halstrom chirped once Long closed in to deliver his count. Peeling her foe off the ropes with a Wristlock, Halstrom forced Rooney against ‘em just long enough to grind her shoulder against the American’s juggs. Immediately thereafter she stepped away, dropped that shoulder and slung Claudia across the squared circle with an Irish Whip. Ingrid waited until her quarry was almost to the far side before she bounced into the strands at her back and headed out to center ring. Seemingly unworried about this collision course with the redhead, Halstrom left her feet in a low hop and promptly THWHUMPED them both into Rooney’s tummy.
Claudia ‘ooofffhed’ and her butt flew backward but she managed to keep her feet despite being doubled over in a rather vulnerable fashion. That was exactly how Halstrom wanted her and it was where Rooney stayed while Ingrid scrambled up and ran the ropes to the other woman’s left. Returning as quickly as she left, Ingrid hopped up and pistoned out her right foot, THWHACKING it off her target’s temple in a beautiful Single Legged Dropkick. Knocked into a woozy circle by the high-powered shot, Rooney hit the deck on her back, a shift her brain didn’t even have time to register before Halstrom pounced across her chest and hooked the far leg for…
ONE LEGGED DROPKICK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=KkRAm3gFQNA
ONE…
TWO…
Claudia shot a shoulder up and turned onto her side right as Craig reached ‘TWO!’
“Go ahead and kick out all you want, punk. I’ve got enough time and offense to punish you all night.”
“You couldn’t even punish a plate of IKEA meatballs, let alone HUUUUFFHHH!”
Ingrid cocked an elbow up behind her ear, then laid out and drove it into the cleft of her target’s sternum. Pleased with the other woman’s groaning silence, Halstrom hairhauled Claudia to boot-leather and greeted her with a pair of stiff Forearm Smashes to the chest. Rooney reached up, clearly trying to ward off more blows or sink her hands into the blonde’s hair. She achieved neither of these goals, as the Svelte Swede sank into a crouch and wrapped her arms around Claudia’s upper thighs. Tiny fists knotted below American buttocks, Ingrid pushed onto tiptoes, held the position for a moment and went down on one knee to THWHUMP Claudia’s carriage courtesy an Inverted Atomic Drop.
The redhead staggered once again, but she stayed upright, just as she had after the Dropkick. She would’ve recovered quickly enough if Halstrom had simply shoved her away, unfortunately the pocket Valkyrie did no such thing. What she did was slide her hands south to Rooney’s calves, which she swept out from underneath with a single hard yank. Dumped on her back by the Double Leg Takedown, Claudia could only shake her head ‘no’ as Ingrid stretched her legs into a wide ‘V’. Halstrom saw this and snorted. “Right, like you deserve anything but the worst after what you did to Lily.” Rooney opened up to plead her case and ended up voicing a pained wail when the Bikini Team’er sprang into the air and came down with both heels THWHUMPING into the redhead’s undefended crotch.
Ingrid didn’t bother to go for a cover, she only somersaulted backward and popped to her feet. “Still feelin’ tuff, big mouth?” Halstrom taunted while she scraped Claudia off the canvas. “Still think you’re going to wear me out?” There was no answer, not that she expected or even wanted one. Rooney could just sit there and whimper all night, far as Ingrid Halstrom was concerned. Clamping down on another Wristlock, the blonde nudged Claudia forward by a few steps to make sure they both had a little more room to run when Ingrid hurled her into the far corner.
The Silent Siren BWUUUNGED against the buckles so hard she had to drape an arm over the top rope to keep from landing flat on her butt. Alas, Ingrid made a seat look much more enjoyable the instant she charged, leapt and PWAAAKED her washboard tummy into Rooney’s face. Claudia STILL didn’t go down, but she doubled over to catch her breath which allowed Halstrom to catch her head in a Front Facelock. “Don’t need a belt to teach you a lesson, Claudia.” Ingrid opined as she tugged the struggling battler from the corner. “But I might use one anyway.”
Shifting from threats of violence to acts of violence in the blink of an eye, Halstrom twisted ‘em both in a half circle, hopped onto the second rope and used it to push off for a Tornado DDT. She’d just swung her legs around when Rooney’s arms flew up and wrapped around her torso. In the same instant she sank into a deep, deep, crouch. This adjustment kept her upright and far more importantly, saved her head from another painful meeting with the mat.
Not that the Whist Warrior paused to gloat. Indeed. as soon as she was sure Halstrom was stuck, she dipped a little deeper and popped her hips to toss the blonde up, over and BWUUUNG! Ingrid slammed into the turnbuckles and only avoided the Tree of Woe because her legs were too loose with surprise to hook the top rope. Landing on the back of her head wasn’t much fun either, but it didn’t take the blonde too long to grab hold of the middle rope and hoist herself to a seat.
A roar from the crowd reminded her she didn’t have eyes on Claudia and so she looked over one shoulder to better assess the situation. She didn’t see much, truth be told, just a blur of red, black and white as Rooney leapt just before she would’ve hit the strands. Snatching hold of the top rope to anchor herself in place, Claudia swung out, around and down, the acrobatic redhead threading her feet between the bottom and middle ropes to THWHAP Halstrom’s chest with a Slingshot Dropkick. Ingrid was knocked flat, her arms stretched limp overhead as she tried to suck in a few painless breaths.
SLINGSHOT SPINNING DROPKICK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=bZhWOlO-Sp4
Perched on the apron after her clever bit of offense, Rooney surveyed the situation, then decided to walk around the nearest corner on the apron. Showing no particular inclination to hurry, the Whist Warrior wiped the soles of her boots on the narrow ledge, then bent down and swiped at the toe with her thumb. Thus satisfied, she grabbed the top rope in both hands and vaulted into the squared circle with her right knee raised almost to chest level. The FAWNatics worry for Ingrid’s noggin quickly transformed into disdain for Rooney when she landed on her feet and snapped a taunting little kick into the side of her opponent’s face.
Halstrom groaned and rolled onto her stomach, one hand rising to tend to her stinging cheek. “I don’t know what you’re checking on.” Claudia sniped as she bent down and snatched hold of her foe’s wrist. “Your face has always looked like someone kicked it. If I were you I’d be more worried about this dainty little hand.” She stretched the Swedish import’s arm out full length and stepped down on her forearm to keep it pinned in place. Halstrom didn’t like that much at all and she fought like a terror, pushing and shoving at Rooney’s ankle in an attempt to free herself from the tramp. Didn’t do any good though, Claudia only grrrrrrrroooound her heel back n’ forth as if she were attempting to squash a particularly noxious bit of vermin.
Ingrid was still working to free herself when the redhead raised her other foot and STAMPED down on the other woman’s defenseless hand. The resultant jolt finally freed Ingrid from the trap, not that was able to do much more than curl into a ball around her throbbing hand. More pleased with herself than ever, Rooney dropped to one knee and planted it against the side of Ingrid’s face. Then she grabbed hold of her wrist and wrenched that wounded hand up & away from her torso.
“Let me make one thing perfectly clear.” Gripping the blonde’s wrist with one hand, she wrapped her other mitt around Halstrom’s fingers and bent them back toward Ingrid’s forearm. “I didn’t NEED a belt to leave a my mark on Burlingame. Just like I don’t NEED a belt to make you wail like the little blonde tramp rat you are. But I have been overlooked, marginalized and flat out disrespected by this organization for far too long, so if spanking a few brats… or breaking a few fingers… is the only way to get eyes on me, that‘s what I‘m going to do.”
Claudia relaxed the pressure on Ingrid’s fingers for a moment before redoubling her efforts. Ingrid wailed and pounded her feet against the mat. She squirmed and writhed, trying to work free of Rooney’s encroaching knee and she clawed at the redhead’s wrist, anything to soothe the bear trap around her fingers. Didn’t surrender though, even the Claudia and the referee asked her more than once.
“No! NO! I don’t give! Don’t ask again, Merle! Mean bytch is gonna have to tear off my hand before I quit!” Ingrid confirmed the validity of this statement by gouging the fingers of her free hand into the smooth, dense meat of Rooney’s thigh. The Silent Siren grimaced and mashed down with her knee that much harder, the Scandinavian brat would look a little better with some cauliflower in her ear. Growing tired with the game, yet still not willing to abandon it without reason, Claudia pulled Ingrid’s trapped hand close and bit down on her twitching fingers.
Halstrom shrieked with renewed energy and finally yanked her head free. “Stop biting, Claudia!” Merle demanded as the pair of lightweights started to rise. “C’mon now, you’re better than that! Claudia did, though she stubbornly maintained the Wristlock, which she used to reel the Viking Vixen into a heavy Kneelift across the belly.
“Correction.” Rooney told the official. “I’m better than HER.” She stepped away, dropped a shoulder and slung Ingrid to the far side of the ring. Wounded hand held to her tummy even as she ran, Halstrom didn’t think to reach for the ropes until she’d bounced clear of them and by then it was far too late. Ready and waiting at the center of the ring, Claudia Rooney jabbed her splayed hands into Ingrid’s tummy and launched her straight into the air. Give Halstrom credit, she adjusted course in mid-air and would’ve landed on her feet directly in front of the former T.W.I.T. if the redhead hadn’t reared up and THWHACKED her across the chest with a murderous Forearm Smash when she was still removed from the canvas by about eighteen inches.
PRESS-STYLE ELBOW SMASH@ 00:56
www.youtube.com/watch?v=jVK2L7373NI
The blonde went down hard, THWHUMPING onto the back of her head and shoulders before pooling out onto her belly in a weary sprawl. Curious to know what, if anything Halstrom had left in reserve, Rooney dropped to her knees, shot a Half Nelson on the near arm and rolled Ingrid onto her back for a simple Crossbody. Far leg hooked, Claudia pulled Ingrid’s knee to her chest and held on tight for…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
The Bikini Team’er shot a shoulder up with half a second to spare and earned a cheer from the crowd in so doing. Rooney didn’t question the count, if Halstrom wanted to keep wrestling she would keep wrestling. “I know things look bleak for you right now, meatball. Don’t worry your pretty little head in the slightest.”
Both ladies were on their feet now, Ingrid all sullen pout and slumped shoulders standing before her beaming opposition. “There’s absolutely NO REASON for me to strip you down once I’ve put you to sleep.” Ingrid’s eyes went wide. “Don’t you--” ’Dare’ was cut off by the echoing CRAAACK of palm connecting with cheek. Spun in a half circle by the Bytch Slap, Ingrid offered up a perfect target for Claudia, who curled her left arm around the blonde’s neck and reeled her in close. Grabbing her own right bicep for extra leverage, the Whist Warrior palmed the back of Halstrom’s skull with her right hand and pushed forward even as she cranked back on the Sleeper.
Arms windmilling wildly, Ingrid fought off the initial panic quickly enough and proceeded to pound her right elbow into Rooney’s ribs. Claudia soaked it up with a hard smirk, the Sleeper was sank in deep and they both knew it. Rocking back on her heels, she wrenched Ingrid’s head from side to side while the audience groaned in sympathy. Dismally aware that her elbows wouldn’t be nearly enough to get loose before Rooney put her out, Halstrom decided to avenge her still aching fingers by stomping the hell out of the toes on her rival’s left foot.
The Silent Siren hissed quite loudly and the Sleeper loosened but didn’t drop away. Unwilling to settle for anything other than absolute freedom, Ingrid STAMPED Claudia’s tootsies a second time and ground her heel for a little extra emphasis. That loosened the Sleeper to a shadow of its original self so Halstrom slammed an elbow into the redhead’s ribs, then clambered toward the ropes as quickly as she could. Claudia held on for the whole trip, but between the weak Sleeper and one gimpy foot she didn’t stop the blonde from wrapping an arm around the top rope. “BREAK!” she rasped. “Get her off, I’m in the ropesSSNNNNGGHHH!”
Claudia slapped her in the back of the head. “Doesn’t matter where you are, bytch! Long as you’re in my ring you’re nothing but a NNNNGGGGGGHHH!”
Ingrid rounded on her and sent Rooney staggering with a wicked Bytch Slap of her very own. “What was that, baby?” Halstrom barked over the cheering crowd. “I couldn’t hear you over the sound of that slap!”
“I said get ready to die, bytch stick.” Claudia pounced with talons outstretched, thankfully Halstrom twisted aside at the last second and sent her adversary blundering into the ropes chest-first. Staggered but otherwise vertical, Rooney backed right into Ingrid’s waiting arms and let out a little ’eep!’ when the Valkyrie caught her in a tight Waistlock. Ingrid bridged at the exact same time, a high, gorgeous effort that forced the muscles of her tummy into sharp relief as she TWHUMPED Claudia into the mat courtesy a Dead-Lift German Suplex. Holding on tight after they both hit the mat, Halstrom pushed onto her toes and held the bridge through…
DEAD-LIFT GERMAN SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=sxlzBSX11eE
ONE…
TWO…
Rooney popped her hips hard enough to wrench loose, the Suplex-Shocked redhead slopping over onto her stomach to avoid a follow-up cover. Beside her, Ingrid rolled to a seat and took several deep breaths. “You’re tuff for a ginger, Claudia. But you’re not tuff enough to get through the ass whippin’ that’s coming your way.” The redhead only cursed and pushed to her hands and knees, which was all the motivation Ingrid needed to scramble to verticality. Hauling Rooney up alongside with a handful of trunks, Halstrom reeled the American in for a Forearm Smash that THWAPPED against the small of her back. Claudia shouted, staggered forward and got pulled right back to start for a second helping of forearm.
“Off the trunks now, Ingrid.” Merle told her when the Swede lined up for a third go-round. “You don’t need to work cheap.”
“This isn’t cheap, it’s methodical.” She completed the trifecta with a shot that made Claudia’s knees tremble, then let loose of her foe’s togs with a little ‘happy now?’ flourish that was solely for the ref’s benefit. Merle was indeed quite satisfied, so he didn’t object when the Bikini Team’er leaned forward and thrust her head under Claudia’s left arm. A Half Waistlock from the right kept Rooney from going anywhere and a cupped left hand against the back of her left thigh provided a suitable seat for the ride Ingrid had in mind. The light of awareness cut through the fog in Claudia’s mind with just enough time for the Whist Warrior to bear down on Halstrom’s lowered head. Squeezing with one arm while she pounded away at the crown of the blonde’s skull with her right hand, Rooney spat, “I’m tuff for a ginger? Bytch, I’m tuff, period. Certainly tougher than this soft little head of yourSSWHOOOAAAAAAHHNNNGGGHH!”
Ingrid bent her knees and muscled Claudia onto the point of her right shoulder. Interestingly enough, this shift wasn’t enough to stop Rooney from throwing hands. That didn’t happen until Halstrom stepped forward, swung Claudia back the way she’d came and went down on one knee, all the better to THWUMP the other woman’s backside. Rooney bounced clear of the Atomic Drop, though the mincing, tiptoeing baby steps she managed in the aftermath made a seat sound like a nice alternative.
Pleased by the tremors she saw in Claudia’s otherwise sturdy gams, Ingrid stalked after her and placed both hands on the American’s shoulders. Soon as she clamped down the blonde sprang up and landed in a seat astride the other woman’s shoulders. Arms raised overhead in a jaunty ‘V’, Halstrom dipped her head low and rolled forward, the blue-clad Valkyrie tumbling down the front of Rooney’s body to swing between her legs. Seated on her tush while Claudia flipped onto her back, Ingrid leaned down, slipped her arms around the redhead’s calves and pulled ‘em way back to secure the Victory Roll. Already close to the action, Merle dove in, checked Rooney’s shoulders and smacked the mat…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
The Silent Siren kicked out and sat up with a wince as her aching tailbone came into contact with the mat again. “Nice try, airhead.” Claudia grumbled. “But it’s gonna take more than your stupid floorshow to keep me down for NNGGGGHH!”
Ingrid SMACKED an overhead Slap between her rival’s shoulders partly because she wanted her to shut up but mostly because she liked the sound it made. “What’s the matter, Claudia?” Halstrom taunted as she slipped her legs around the other woman’s waist. “Did Amanda Jane forget to teach you the Victory Roll before she retired? Or do you always get this cranky when chicks are outclassing you?”
“You couldn’t outclass a mannequin.” Rooney taunted. “But maybe you could at least pretend to wrestHHUUUUGGGHHHH!”
Ankles locked, Ingrid bore down on the Scissors and lifted her butt off the mat even more pressure. “That wrestling enough for you, princess?” Halstrom taunted over the groans of her adversary. “Or do you want to complain about my legs being too strong for your sloppy little midsection to take?”
Claudia could attest that the blonde’s legs were very strong indeed, but she’d pass out before she even suggested they were too much for her to take. Curling her hands into fists, she kept them about level with her chest while she pounded short little elbows into Ingrid’s sinewy thighs. Ingrid didn’t appreciate the painful gouging very much, so she crooked her right arm into a stubby ‘V’ and THWHAPPED a Forearm Smash across her opponent’s shoulders. “That all you got for me, little girl?” she demanded after three more shots failed to halt the American’s work on her legs.
Really digging in with her elbows, Claudia answered, “It’s all I need if that’s the hardest you can hit, meatbaHEY! HEY LEGGO OF ME!”
Since she couldn’t seem to beat Rooney into compliance, Halstrom leaned forward, twined her arms around opposing biceps and wrenched ‘em backward in a Double Chickenwing. “Now what?” Ingrid’s smile was that much wider as she squeeeeeeeeeezed the defenseless battler’s strong midsection. “You want to crawl to the ropes like any ol’ piece of bikini meat? Or are you just going to tap ouNNNGGGHH!”
Claudia snapped her head backward and struck Halstrom a glancing blow to the chin. “Neither, bytch. I’m going to tear my way out of this, then I’m going to tear you aparWHOAAOOOFFHH!” Bound and determined to get wring some semblance of humility from the arrogant redhead, Ingrid laid out on her back, which pulled Claudia down into her lap, thanks to the Bodyscissors. Claudia’s legs were still kicking when the Valkyrie rolled back the way she’d came and THWHUMPED her foe’s butt into the thinly-sheathed plywood.
Cringing in the wake of that unpleasant Keister Bounce, Rooney shook off the ref’s question of surrender, but saved her words for Halstrom. “Both kinds of Atomic Drops and now a Keister Bounce? You got a thing for my ass, meatball? Should’ve just said so. I would’ve let you kiss it the instant you got in the UUUNNNNNGGGGHH!”
Ingrid bounced her foe’s booty a second time, then undid the Scissors without relinquishing the Chickenwing. Neither of these proved of much help to Rooney because the diminutive blonde stunner slipped her feet under American ankles and immediately wrenched her legs into a wide, unpleasant ‘V’. “Your ass is nothing but a trainwreck, Claudia.” Ingrid taunted. “No matter how awful it is, sometimes you’ve gotta slow down and look. Bet these people feel the same way.”
Claudia shook her head ‘no’ and strained against her attacker’s grasp in hopes of escaping what Halstrom had planned. Unfortunately the Swede’s hooks were set too deep and Ingrid was just too motivated. With little more than a grunt n’ roll she dropped back and scooped Rooney into her lap. Wasn’t really much different than the earlier Keister Bounces, save for the fact that Claudia’s legs were wedged open at something dangerously close to a ninety degree angle.
“Give it up!” Ingrid demanded of her wriggling prey. “Give up and maybe I’ll let you down without slamming that ass up between your shoulders!”
“Screw you!” Claudia struggled harder than ever, an effort appreciated by a great deal of the FAWNatics on one particular side of the arena. “The only one begging for mercy tonight is you, you meatball chomping, cheap furniture making byNNNGGHHHOOOOOWWWWWWWW!”
Ingrid slammed her down that much harder, then went back to the Bodyscissors and used it in conjunction with the Chickenwing to roll Rooney over onto her shoulders. Holding the other woman as tight as she could, Ingrid joined the crowd in counting off….
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO!
The Whist Warrior powered loose, though she did so by such a narrow margin that she held up two fingers to Merle for confirmation. He was in the midst of nodding when Halstrom snatched a double handful of hair and jerked Rooney to her feet. “You’re lookin’ tired, sweetums.” Ingrid snapped in her rival’s ear. “Maybe you should take another nap.” Claudia raised her hands to shove the blonde away but Halstrom yanked her noggin’ all the harder and followed up with a Toe Kick that spiked the redhead’s tummy. Rooney folded over around the blow and the temptation of her head was too much for Ingrid to resist.
Welcoming her into a Front Facelock, the Swedish Stunner slung Claudia’s near arm across her shoulders and filled her free hand with a whole bunch’a the other woman’s waistband. Soon as the trap was set Halstrom dipped her knees and muscled Claudia all the way to high noon. She hung there for perhaps half a second before Ingrid slung her backward and dropped to her butt, the Bikini Teamer switching her normal Facelock for the Three Quarter variant that powered her Runebus-OOOOHHHHH!
The FAWNatics offered up grudging appreciation when Rooney put her hands on the blonde’s shoulders and shoved herself loose mere heartbeats before Halstrom would’ve jacked her jaw through the top of her skull. Cursing in frustration, Ingrid swung around and pushed to one TWHAAACK! Claudia balanced on her left foot and flicked the right out n’ across in a smooth, brutal arc that ended at her foe’s right temple. Halstrom’s head snapped back and her hands fell limp to her sides.
BUZZSAW KICK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=k6shb9ioRG8
She would’ve tumbled onto her face, was in fact already timbering forward when Rooney snatched hold of Ingrid’s ears and stuffed her woozy head between her thighs. “I am tired, meatball.” Claudia grabbed hold of her blonde’s blue bottoms and tugged until the wedgie forced Halstrom to her feet. “Tired of dealing with your perky blonde ass!” Abandoning the wedgie for a super snug Waistlock, Rooney hoisted her opponent end over end, then hopped up and dropped to her butt to TWHONK the crown of Ingrid’s skull with a merciless Piledriver. Halstrom bounced out and landed on her back in a sprawled starfish. The crowd didn’t think she was unconscious, but she sure as hell wasn’t looking too cogent when Rooney pounced across her chest and hooked the far leg for…
NO FRILLS PILEDRIVER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=-J_At_eiRdg
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO!
The vulnerable blonde rolled a shoulder off the mat at the last second to earn a cheer from the fans and a sneer from the redhead. Any enthusiasm those assembled felt for Halstrom’s tenacity faded almost to nothing when Rooney buried a hand in the blonde’s hair and hauled her to a seat. “WATCH CLOSE, RICH GIRL!” Claudia bellowed toward the locker room. “WATCH AND TRY TO IMAGINE THAT YOU’LL LAST ANY LONGER THAN THIS PUNK!”
That diss got the crowd booing again, alas their vitriol didn’t do a damned thing in terms of delaying the Silent Siren’s last gambit. Looming behind her seated adversary, Rooney claimed ownership of Ingrid’s right wrist and stretched that arm out to her side so she could step over it with her right leg. Once she’d nuzzled her boot against the inside of Halstrom’s right thigh, Claudia folded the blonde’s leg around her conveniently placed shin to create the crooked part of a ‘4‘. Then she forced Ingrid’s left leg over the exposed right ankle to complete the straight portion of the most infamous number in professional wrestling. After that she grabbed the vulnerable bombshell’s left arm and folded it tight around the redhead’s left leg, just behind the knee. With Halstrom tied in literal and figurative knots, Claudia crouched down and rolled onto her back, a move that pulled Halstrom into her lap while giving the FAWN faithful an excellent view of her curved back and blue-sheathed backside. All but done now, the Quiet Riot reached up with both hands, seized Ingrid’s left calf and pulled down hard, adding plenty of leg pain to go along with the various aches and pains she’d accumulated throughout the match.
THE SILENCER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=rhAdQ8_Lm0U
Anything but quiet as the Silencer bit in deep, Ingrid waggled a frantic ‘no, no, no!’ with her right hand to keep Merle from calling for the bell. He didn’t, of course that meant she stayed mired in Rooney’s clever stretch which did nothing for the strain in her neck, the growing pressure in her diaphragm and stress on her left knee. “Give it up, bytch!” Claudia growled during a brief pause in all her tugging. “Give it up unless you want me to break your leg off at the knee!”
Ingrid shook her head ‘no’, then added a, “NEVER!” because she didn’t much like the feel of her useless wriggling. Teeth clenched against the pain, she crooked her right arm into a ‘V’ and pounded the point of it into the back of her attacker‘s thigh.
Rooney grimaced, bared her teeth and craaaaaaaanked down on Halstrom’s captured leg while simultaneously grinding against the back of her skull. “Sure about that, meatball? I don’t think your leg is gonna last that long!” She stopped tugging and started YANKING, a brutal, blatant attempt to hobble the wailing Bikini Team’er.
“NOOOOOO AAAAAAAHHHH FAAAAAAAAAHHHHK!” Ingrid closed her eyes and knotted her hands into fists, a final show of defiance in the face of Claudia’s latest leg-shredding barrage. “GAAAHHHHD STAAAAAAAAAAAAHHP!” she shrieked. “I GIVE! I GIVE! I GIVE!” Ingrid swatted Claudia’s thigh for good measure but by then Merle had turned away to signal the Timekeeper.
Rooney waited until the bell CLANGED, then wrenched on the immobilized calf one more time before shoving Halstrom out of her lap. The defeated Swedish lass curled up around her strained knee and moaned, the relief so great that she barely noticed when the Announcer said, “Ladies and gentlemen, your winner via submission… CLAUDIA ROONEY!”
Claudia raised her hand without waiting for Merle’s assist. When he did come over she pulled away and pointed elsewhere. “Bring me a mic. Now.” The ref snagged one from a ringside tech and when he returned Rooney had shoveled Ingrid onto her belly to plant a boot atop her butt. Yanking a thumb across her throat as soon as she had the mic, Claudia put it to her lips and said, “See this, Lily? Do you see how much pain Ingrid is in? How much she wants me to go away so she can curl into a ball and cry away her pain?” She pressed her toes into Halstrom’s upturned glutes and wiggled her foot like she was crushing a cigarette. “It looks brutal. It looks ugly. It looks like it hurt like hell. And it is. If you don’t believe me, just ask Ingrid. But as bad off as she is, what I’ll do to you is that much worse. You may not leave on a stretcher, but trust me rich girl, you won’t leave this ring under your own power. And after I’ve taken YOUR belt? I might just give you another taste of mine.”
Claudia tossed the mic to Merle, bent down and SMACKED Ingrid’s rump one more time. One step closer to her return match with that pampered brat, Rooney strutted to the ropes, hopped down to the floor and headed up the aisle. About halfway up she pursed her lips and whistled the chorus of ‘Big Girls Don’t Cry’. “Little girls though… little RICH girls…” she murmured under her breath. “They cry all the time.”