Post by alyadmirer on Apr 19, 2016 19:22:12 GMT
“Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall with a twenty minute time limit! Introducing first, hailing from Darlington, South Carolina... She stands at five feet nine inches tall and weighs in at one hundred and forty-nine pounds. She is the Southern Speed Demon, the Asphalt Angel, ladies and gentlemen, she is... MEEEGGGGGGEEERRRZZZ FLLLEEETTTCCCHHHEEERRR!!!!!”
Now, Meggerz might be a relatively new name, but she wasn’t exactly a new face. She’d made sporadic appearances on Pay Per View here in the FAWN Arena, both on her own and with tag team partner Laura Diamond, and the more ravenous FAWNatics--the ones who sought out the internet feeds of Jungle shows--knew well that this was a star in the making. Still, her relative inexperience didn’t stop the crowd from giving her an INCREDIBLY warm welcome. Indeed, her reception was so boisterous that it took the crowd a moment to realize that music was playing over the PA system.
Once Judas Priest’s ‘Turbo Lover’ kicked into high gear, the curtains were pushed open--and an already loud crowd goes absolutely boisterous at their first sighting of the gorgeous greasemonkey this evening.
”TURBO LOVER”:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=DdwuxoSHsSo
MEGGERZ FLETCHER:
Meggerz Fletcher was a tall, imposing blonde--no compact model, she--and every one of her impressive curves was tightly hugged by a grease-blotched white tank and black hot plants that would be a challenge for any heel to pull on during a cover. Like her top, there are also two black smudges on her face--one under each eye. Presumably, the red do-rag covering some of her hair had shielded her locks from a similar fate.
All smiles, Meggerz wasted little time in marching toward the ring--but she hardly skimped on showing the front row faithful some love, slapping hands, offering the occasional hug and even very briefly posing for a likely Facebook profile pic with one lucky fan. But once her lap was complete, Fletcher headed up the steps and slipped through the ropes. No sooner was she in the ring did Meggerz turn toward the nearest corner, jumping up onto the middle buckle and thrusting both arms high overhead to one more, mighty roar. The crowd would have to wait a few more moments to find out who she was facing, but tonight the vast majority of the FAWNatics sounded ready to be a part of Fletcher’s pit crew.
After Judas Priest faded, the Announcer resumed his duties. “And introducing her opponent. Representing the Church of Eternal Midnight, she hails from Oxrun Station, Connecticut, stands at five feet six inches tall and weighs in tonight at one hundred and nineteen pounds. She is the Weeping Angel, the Daughter of Darkness, The Queen of Nightmares. This is…ADELAIDE BREWSTER!”
The lights died as her name reached the rafters and the speakers answered the call, not with Midnight Syndicate but with the quietly eerie pop of Lorde’s ‘Glory and Gore’.
GLORY & GORE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=xSVBkD4IRhg
For a moment there was nothing but darkness and pinpricks of cell phone light, then a few lights on either side of the stage ‘whoomped’ on to reveal a sea of ankle deep fog. Still no sign of the Churchgoer and that was the way it stayed until a cold blue light illuminated the gloomy recession leading to the curtain. A figure swung down from the ceiling of that narrow throat, a figure hanging by her knees from a bar suspended just out of camera view. Arms crossed over her chest, Adelaide Brewster opened her eyes, then twisted loose and landed on her feet just as her anthem warned ‘Now we’re in the ring and we’re coming for blood.’
ADELAIDE BREWSTER:
Heading for the squared circle after a moment to survey her feeding grounds, Adelaide stretched her arms wide, which let her limber up while simultaneously providing the FAWNatics with a great view of her ring attire. In place of the antique ball gown, top hat and velvet number that it sheathed was a blood red one piece made of a mesh just fine enough to allow the discerning eye a glimpse of matching black bra and briefs lurking beneath. This outfit was completed with a clunky black belt complete with a buckle done up as a snarling wolf’s head and matching black boots and pads.
Reaching the ring quickly (because no one quite dared extend a hand) Adelaide slunk under the bottom ropes, popped to her feet and took ownership of a corner on the far side of the ring. Paying no attention to the presence behind her back, the Weeping Angel climbed to the second rope, titled her head back and ‘pppfffwoooooshed’ a cloud of red mist out over the first couple rows of fans. Blood properly let, she climbed down and turned her attention to Meggerz Fletcher.
“Hmmmmmhhhh,” she mused. “I don’t usually go in for fast food, but in your case I believe I’ll make an exception.”
The bell sounded and Meggerz came out of her corner fast enough to avoid any potential ambush from the Churchgoer but not so fast as to run headlong into the other brunette. While she damned well knew Brewster wasn’t an actual vampire, the woman on the far side of the ring was unsettling in the extreme, as was the lurking menace of her ‘sisters’ in arms. She needn’t have worried, Adelaide didn’t so much as twitch after the opening bell. Ok, that wasb’t completely accurate, her dark eyes trailed Fletcher’s route across the squared circle. It reminded the southerner of those old haunted house movies where the portrait’s eyes found you everywhere in the room. What little trepidation she felt burned away as the seconds spun out and Brewster made no move to engage.
After five interminable seconds, Fletcher put her hands on her hips and asked, “Gonna join me anytime soon, sugar bear?”
The Weeping Angel cocked her head to one side and smiled. “I was waiting to see if you were going to stand your ground… or break cover and run.”
Meggerz scowled. She’d never run from anyone and she sure as hell wasn’t about to start against this overgrown trick ‘r treater. “Guess you have your answer, don’t ya?”
Brewster’s smile grew wider by degrees. “We’ll see.” She came out of the buckles just as Fletcher had done, cutting the distance quick enough to chase and deliberate enough to avoid any mistakes.
Given her three inch height and sixteen pound weight advantage, Meggerz had expected some duplicity in Brewster’s approach, and so she was caught off guard when the brunette lunged and shoved her back on her heels with a brawny Collar & Elbow Tie-Up. Collecting her wits in the span between heartbeats, the Asphalt Angel dug in her heels, squared her shoulders and marched Brewster back half a dozen steps. She’d meant to take her all the way to the corner (or at least the ropes) but Adelaide did some digging of her own and just like that it was a stalemate, albeit a grinding, straining one.
Hunched in mouth on shoulder against the brunette, Fletcher steadied her breathing, looked for a weakness in the other woman’s defense and didn’t find any. She was contemplating a go-behind when Brewster broke the clench with a hard shove. Meggerz stumbled, caught her balance and sank into a springy grappler’s crouch all in one fluid motion. “Strong.” she admitted. “Good. Thought I’d have to chase you all over this ring.”
Adelaide’s grin looked genuine but her eyes were flat and cold. “You are sorely mistaken, my erstwhile little speed demon. It is I, who shall chase YOU to the ends of this canvas earth. The adrenaline will make you oh so tender.”
Meggerz’s eyes narrowed, the thought of Brewster’s mouth on her throat was not a pleasant one. “We’ll see who’s feeling tender when this is over. C’mon girl, show me what you got.”
The Daughter of Darkness obliged her straight away, locking the powerful pair in a Tie-Up that mirrored the first in every aspect save one. Instead of breaking apart with a mutual shove, Adelaide snatched a huge handful of Fletcher’s golden locks and jerked her off down onto her back. The fire in her scalp and the ache in the base of her skull wasn’t nearly so irritating as the flush in her cheeks. Meggerz wasn’t anyone’s idea of an egomaniac, but she prided herself on her strength and getting dropped by a cosplayer stung, even if there was a hair-pull involved. Up on one knee before the canvas stopped shivering, the Southern Speed Demon mimed the infraction and barked, “Hair, ref!”
Craig already had an inkling, Adelaide was strong, but she shouldn’t have been able to muscle the blonde like that. “Keep off her hair, Brewster.” he warned. “I’ve read enough of Miranda’s doctrine to know she takes a dim view of cheaters.”
“Cheating?” Brewster’s tone was wounded. “I was simply checking to make sure her hair extensions were tight enough.”
Fletcher snorted, stood up and smoothed out the edges of her grease-smeared tank top. “No extensions here, sugar bear. But those fangs of yours are looking a little wobbly. Maybe I should check them for ya?”
Brewster played the tip of her tongue over those wicked canines. “How polite of you. Tilt your head to one side, dear heart.”
“I’ve got a better idea.” Meggerz came at the Churchgoer like one of her prized racecars and while a normal woman would’ve dove for cover, Adelaide leapt at her without an instant’s hesitation. This proved problematic for the brunette because Meggerz stopped on a dime and ‘PWAAAKED’ a Forearm Smash into her mouth. Momentarily rattled by the blow, Adelaide couldn’t stop Fletcher from slipping an arm between her legs and ‘hupping’ her onto one shoulder. Beaming as the crowd cheered, Meggerz twisted around in a half circle and flung her burden to the mat with a resounding THAWHAM!
The Daughter of Darkness groaned and sat up, only to get forced back down after Fletcher palmed her shoulders. Scrambling into place immediately thereafter, the big blonde took to the skies in a gorgeous leap and came down with the point of her right elbow SPIKING Adelaide’s sternum. There was no quick recovery this time, so Meggerz hurried to verticality and ran the ropes. Once she was only a few long paces out she leapt up, kicked both legs forward and brought ‘em crashing down on “UUNNNNGGGHH!”
Brewster rolled clear at the last moment, leaving her adversary to land flush on her tailbone. Certainly not the most painful impact of her career, but Meggerz didn’t look to be having too much fun as she struggled to one knee and pressed a hand to her aching backside. A short distance away, Adelaide rose to survey the situation. Correctly guessing that Fletcher was preoccupied with her aches, the brunette wheeled around and hit the ropes opposite the penitent blonde. Opting for a much lower leap than the one that’d doomed Meggerz to failure, Brewster raised her knees to about hip level and DROVE them into her foe’s shoulders. Meggerz was knocked flat with the Weeping Angel landing flush atop her chest in what was practically a Front Face Sit. Even worse for Fletcher, Adelaide caught Fletcher’s legs when they popped up and leaaaaaaaaaaned forward to trap her in a Matchbook pin.
LOW SLIDING KNEES:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=FmWb1a7rAqo
The crowd leapt to their feet not because they thought the match was over but to throw their support to the squirming blonde while Long counted…
ONE…
TWO…
Fletcher powered loose and rolled to all fours almost simultaneous with the ‘TWO’. Unperturbed the chattel’s defiance (indeed, it seemed to please her) Adelaide got up and circled around on Meggerz’s six, where she waited in utter silence. Not yet aware of the threat, Fletcher’s return to verticality hit a roadblock when Brewster planted on her left foot and THWHACKED the right across the base of her prey’s neck. Meggerz cried out and jolted forward, one hand braced against the mat and the other massaging the point of impact. Far from done, Adelaide ran to the strands yet again, came back twice as fast and somersaulted over the woozy warrior. Catching a loose Chinlock as she passed overhead, Brewster laid out on her back to THWHUNK Fletcher’s noggin with a swift Somersault Neckbreaker.
BACK KICK & SOMERSAULT NECKBREAKER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=9vJDs-PGFqQ
Adelaide rolled through to all fours and climbed back to the Speed Demon quickly enough but she didn’t go for a cover. Instead she filled her hands with Meggerz’s hair and lifted her to a seat. “Such a proud warrior, marking your face with the appropriate war paint. Please, allow me to share in this noble tradition.”
“Guuuhhhh…. go get your own gimmick, weirdOORRRGGHHH!” Meggerz shouted in pain when the brunette nuzzled in against the side of her neck and chomped down.
‘Drinking’ for a good five seconds, Adelaide promptly shoved her snack aside and got to her feet. Head tipped back, she raised her hands high and extended her middle and index fingers. Then she ‘PFAWOOOOOOOOSHED!’ a cloud of red mist into the sky. Mouth curled into a crimson, dripping smile, Brewster leaned over the prone powerhouse and sloooooooowly applied some of her own special ‘war paint’ to both cheeks.
One hand pressed to the side of her stinging neck, Meggerz’s expression transitioned between surprise, embarrassment and anger all in the span between heartbeats. Forgetting all about the painful bite, the Asphalt Angel rolled onto one knee, slid back and scrambled to boot-leather without ever taking her eyes off Adelaide. “So, you think you’re a warrior, huh?” Fletcher asked after a moment of silence.
Brewster indicated her newest accessory. “I look the part, don’t I?”
“No more than you look like a real vampire.” the blonde snapped. “You want to prove something to me, Adelaide? Step and raise your hands.” Meggerz followed her own instructions, lifting both hands high overhead.
Those crooked fingers and the ‘oooohhhhh’ of the crowd was all the invitation Brewster needed. She closed the distance and ‘smacked’ her palms against Meggerz’s waiting hands. Their fingers locked and the Test was on, blonde and brunette leaning into the other mouth on shoulder to better impose her will. Though Fletcher was taller and heavier, the earliest moments of their contest was a stalemate, with each woman only making minor adjustments to answer the other’s power as opposed to forcing a bent wrist or quivering knee. But then Adelaide tilted her head and licked Meggerz’s left ear. It did no damage whatsoever, it did however throw off the southerner’s concentration just long enough for the Daughter of Darkness to rise onto tiptoes and roll Fletcher’s wrists.
“That was cheap.” Meggerz growled as she attempted to fight back from the painful deficit. “Don’t know why I’m surprised, you and your sisters are the cheapest carnival act FAWN has ever nnnnnnnnggggggggghhhhh dammit!”
Brewster bore down on her wrists again and Meggerz started to sink, first the right knee, then the left. In less than ten seconds she playing penitent before the brawny brunette and she didn’t much care for it. “Be careful of that mouth, grease monkey.” Adelaide cooed. “Otherwise I’ll tear out your tongue and offer it up on the altar of Eternal Midggggggeerrrrrrrrhhhhh!”
Gifted with a much better base now that she was on her knees, Fletcher got one foot under her and SHOVED with all her might. Adelaide reared back a ways, gifting the powerful battler with enough room to regain her footing in short order. Far more important however, she drove her chest into Brewster’s and shoved down. Now it was Adelaide’s legs giving way and try as she might, the Churchgoer couldn’t stop her knees from touching the mat. “Drop to your knees, it’s a miracle!” Meggerz shouted even as she turned Brewster’s hands over and bent her wrists backward in a painful game of Mercy. “C’mon Adelaide, you know ya like it down here.” Fletcher said it loud enough for the fans in the front row to hear and subsequently chuckle. “Just go on and give up so you can stay here all night!”
Brewster scoffed, then hissed at the poor ref when he started to check on her. “Believe me heathen, when next I deign to worship it will be atop a much more yielding… involuntary, altar.”
Meggerz shook her head ‘no’ and tried to make the brunette’s knuckles touch her forearms. “Not a chance, cupcake. And I’d advise you to not even try, not unless you want me taking a few victory laps on your I DON’T THINK SO!” Adelaide drew back for a quick Headbutt to the blonde’s flat tummy but Meggerz saw it coming and shifted in time to PWAK her left knee into opposing forehead. Adelaide’s head snapped back before slumping forward, where it might’ve hung unengaged for quite some time if Fletcher hadn’t slung her hands aside helped herself to some hair. A single yank drew the Weeping Angel into a Standing Headscissors and a strong coil around her waist gave Meggerz all the leverage she needed to chain-hoist Adelaide up onto the ball of her right shoulder in a Canadian Backbreaker.
CANADIAN BACKBREAKER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=HXhgq6AV7VA
Hands locked just beneath the swell of Brewster’s breasts, Fletcher stamped to the middle of the ring and spun around half a dozen times before hitting the brakes and executing several deep squats, each designed to exacerbate the painful arch of her enemy’s spine. “Give it up, Addy!” Meggerz demanded after working the Backbreaker for fifteen hard seconds. “I know you think Miranda’s a faith healer, but even she can’t glue two halves back together!” She emphasized the point by bouncing in place until Brewster’s wailing brought the ref over for another check.
“What’s the word, Adelaide? If it’s too much just say the word and I can get you outta--”
“EEERRRGGHHH DAMN YOU!” The Southern Speed Demon interrupted his line of questioning with a yowl because the cagey brunette had crooked one hand into a claw and raked it across her eyes. The grip around her waist loosened to the point of easy escape, but rather than simply slither down the other woman’s back, Adelaide hooked her shins in against Meggerz’s thighs and swung down between her foe’s planted stems. Bringing the heathen to the mat with the pleasantly named Sunset Flip, Brewster laid her feet over the blonde’s biceps and wrapped both arms around her legs for the…
ONE…
TWO…
Adelaide released the hold of her own volition and tossed Fletcher’s legs aside so she could slither into a seat on the blonde’s chest. “You’ve tried to test my faith, bytch.” Brewster snarled as she twined her fingers in Fletcher’s hair. “Now it’s time I tested yours.” Sliding up a little higher, the Weeping Angel wedged Meggerz’s chin against the fork of her crotch at the same time she threaded both legs around her heads. Then she locked her ankles, stretched out on one side and squeeeeeeeeeeeeezed hard enough to make the blonde squeal and kick her feet. Resting on hip and elbow, Adelaide laid her head in one bracing palm and tugged on her prey’s hair. She flicked her eyes toward the ref, catching his attention. “Come then, arbiter. Lean in close to hear the lamentations of this pathetic retch.”
Craig wasn’t about to call Meggerz pathetic, he did however recognize the telltale signs of oxygen deprivation and he knelt beside her to check her condition. “You ok, Meggerz? Need me to call for the bell?”
The Headscissors made it impossible for Fletcher to shake her head ‘no’ and she certainly wasn’t about to waste any breath on such an obvious denial, so she raised her right hand and waggled a finger ‘no, no,no!’ Apparently displeased with the resistance, Brewster snatched Meggerz’s wrist in one hand and her outstretched finger in the other. Smiling all the while, she squeezed hard and bent the digit backward at an agonizing angle. Meggerz keened, then openly wailed as the brunette tried to snap her finger. Desperate to escape both traps, she balled her other hand into a fist and pounded it into Brewster’s ribs over and over again. The pain in her hand faded somewhat, but the velvet noose around her neck didn’t so much as twitch, so Fletcher applied her grip to opposing crotch and squeezed for dear life.
Adelaide sucked in startled breath, tossed the southerner’s hand aside and filled that hand with Meggerz’s hair. “Let go, bytch. Right nowwweerrggghhh!”
Meggerz squeezed that much harder, apparently she was willing to battle the Churchgoer with every weapon at her disposal. “Yuuuuhhhhh… you let go, punk.” she sputtered. “And get your sparkly junk outta my faCEEEEAAAAAAAAWWWWWW BYTCH!”
More vulnerable than her tone let on, Fletcher found herself suffering a brand new anguish when Brewster leaned forward, grabbed a whole lotta black hot-pants and YANKED them north in a blistering wedgie. Understandably distracted (not to mention distressed) by the callous tactic, Meggerz released her grip on Adelaide’s bottoms and devoted all her attention to breaking the wedgie. Fat lot of good it did, her angle was bad and she could do little more than swat and pull at the Churchgoer’s meanspirited talon.
The Daughter of Darkness let her prey wriggle for perhaps five more seconds before abruptly relinquishing the Scissors and her grip. While some might have questioned her abandoning a potentially fight-winning hold, Adelaide knew Miranda would understand. For a woman foolish enough to make a play for the brunette’s undercarriage clearly hadn’t learned her lesson. And the Church of Eternal Midnight was all about teaching lessons.
As of yet unaware of her opponent’s plans, Fletcher rolled to her belly, pushed to her knees and gingerly plucked the distended hot pants into a far more comfortable alignment. Giving voice to a relieved sigh, her moment’s pleasure curdled into an ugly shock when a cry from the crowd drew her attention upward. Good thing too, without that warning she would’ve been completely unprepared for the trouble heading her way. Adelaide slid in beside her a heartbeat later, curled her right arm across Meggerz’s chest and laid out on her back to THWHUNK the blonde’s face into the mat courtesy a Low Running STO. Fletcher hit cheek-first and it made her eyes water, but even that was better than the broken nose that surely would’ve ensured if she hadn’t managed to twist her neck ever so slightly.
RUNNING LOW REVERSE STO:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=M-zhijhgBk4
Flopped over onto her back by the bone-jarring maneuver, Meggerz closed her eyes and gathered her reserves in anticipation of fighting off a pin attempt, so you can imagine her surprise when Brewster snatched a double handful of tank-top and yanked her to verticality. “You didn’t really think our little race was over yet, did you, cutie?” Adelaide chided as she bustled her rival toward the ropes. “This is a marathon, not a sprint. Actually… it’s more like a death march.” She stuffed Fletcher in against the rubber-coated steel and PWAAAKED a Kneelift into her tummy to keep her in place. “It’s a death march, and it won’t be over until you fall on your knees and beg for mercy.”
“Huuuuhhhhh….. huuuhh… then I hope you packed a lunch, chump.” Meggerz grunted. “Because it’ll be a cold day in hell before I beg you for OH HELL NOOOFFFHHHHH!”
Adelaide trapped one arm between the top and middle ropes, pounded in a trio of Kneelifts for good measure, then secured her blonde’s other arm. “Don’t struggle too hard, Meggerz.” Brewster made her name sound like a slow leak in a rotting tire. “I don’t want to see the fire in your eyes die until your knees give out.”
“You’re gonna see the fire in my eyes right before I start doing donuts on your facNNNNNGGGGHHHH!”
The Weeping Angel pinked Fletcher’s cheek with a scathing Bytch Slap, then rounded on one heel and raced to the opposite side of the squared circle. With the Southern Speed Demon spinning her wheels, Brewster built up a ferocious head of steam, so much so that she was practically loping by the time she spun around and THWUMPED the point of her right elbow squarely into the trapped beauty’s sternum. Discovering heretofore unknown wells of sympathy for every vampire she’d ever seen staked, a gaping Meggerz sloughed free of the strands and took perhaps three stuttering steps before she collapsed to all fours. Adelaide smiled, clearly pleased by what she saw. This heathen had discovered the joys of penance. It wouldn’t be long before she was swearing fealty to Miranda and the rest of her sisters.
Leaving Fletcher in peace while she observed the pattern of the canvas, Brewster slipped through the ropes Meggerz so recently escaped and gripped the top rope in both hands. “On your feet, speedster!” she demanded of the winded warrior. “I would not strike you down while your back is turned.”
Meggerz didn’t like trash talk on general principle and she REALLY didn’t like it when the chick on the other end was a wannabe vampire shilling some midnight movie version of Sunday School. Fairly certain that Adelaide wouldn’t actually attack until she stood up, the blonde let her head hang a little lower than necessary and helped herself to three or four deep breaths. Directly behind her, Brewster leaaaaaaaaaaaaned back when Fletcher started to rise. Taking to the air as the Asphalt Angel turned around, Adelaide landed on the top rope and launched herself at Fletcher with a perfect Springboard Crossbo--SMACK! Meggerz stepped back, spread her arms wide and braced both feet, all the better to pluck the startled brunette from the aether.
“Probably should’ve got a little more height on that.” Fletcher was all smiles as she turned in a circle, showing off her prize. “Here, I can help with that.”
“NO! Don’t you dare, Fletcher! I’m warning AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!” Adelaide’s protestations fell on deaf ears before being drowned out entirely, such was the volume of the reaction when Meggerz hoisted her skyward in a perfect Military Press.
“TAKE ALL YOUR PICTURES NOW!” Meggerz advised the FAWNatics with a knowing smirk. “HER LANDING AIN’T GONNA BE NEARLY SO PRETTY!” Adelaide shrieked another warning, or at least she started to. Fletcher pushed up and stepped forward about halfway through, leaving the hapless brunette to plummet to the mat with a resounding THWHAP! Knocked breathless by the pitiless plunge, Brewster rolled over onto her belly and sucked wind until “UUUUUUNNNNNGGGGHHH!”
Meggerz paid back the Facebuster with a gut-churning Frog Splash delivered from a flat out run. The brunette’s legs kicked up, Fletcher caught ‘em behind the knee and pulled ‘em up to her foe’s chin while the ref counted…
ONE…
TWO…
Adelaide kicked loose at ‘TWO’ and rolled to her left side to prevent an immediate follow up. “That’s fine.” the blonde leaned back on her haunches and blew a strand of hair off her forehead. “Like you said, this isn’t a sprint. But it’s not a death march either, sparkles.” She cupped Brewster’s ears in splayed hands, stood up and forced the Churchgoer to do the same. Drawing Adelaide in close, Meggerz smirked, “It’s a demolition derby.”
The brunette started to reply but Fletcher snatched a wrist in both hands and slung her toward a corner on the far side of the ring. Faced with an extremely unpleasant split-second decision, Adelaide grit her teeth and whipped around on one heel to BWUUUUNG spine-first into the roughly padded steel. Jolted from head to toe, Brewster slung her arms over the top rope and allowed herself to slump in the “OOOOFFFFHHH!” Fletcher came in low and fast, the blonde pushing off her left foot to bury a shoulder in the vulnerable vixen’s midsection. Brewster folded up like a suitcase and would’ve dropped to her tush if Meggerz hadn’t palmed her head in her hands and hauled her out into the middle of the canvas. Pointing her right shoulder toward Brewster’s chest, Meggerz looped that arm around her waist and crooked the other around the back of the brunette’s knees. Hooks set, she bundled Adelaide up under her arm, twisted around in a half circle and dropped the Churchgoer across her knee in a huge Backbreaker.
PENDULUM BACKBREAKER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=1Abd17ZE3jw
The Weeping Angel cried out, started to roll clear, then cried out again when Meggerz hooked her at chin and thigh. “Not going anywhere, cupcake.” Meggerz pressssssssed down on both ends and jostled her knee to exacerbate the strain on her foe’s spine. “Not until I hear that sweet, sweet submission!” Adelaide couldn’t shake her head so she raised a hand and waggled an index finger ‘no, no, no!’. “You sure about that, Addy? I wonder if you’ll feel the same when your head’s touching the mat.” She applied that much more pressure to the Churchgoer’s chin and while Brewster’s noggin didn’t actually reach the mat, it was a whole helluva lot closer than prior.
Hesitant to approach Adelaide under even the best of circumstances, Craig Long hovered at the very edge of the flailing woman’s reach while he asked, “How are you doing, Adelaide? Want to call it for the--”
“Don’t waste your breath on such foolish questions, arbiter!” she snapped through clenched teeth. “It will take more than this grime-sheathed mechanic to bend my knEERRRRGGGGGGGGHHHH BYTCH!”
Fletcher lifted her hand from Brewster’s thigh, curled it into a spade and deftly slotted it between her opponent’s thighs. “I could care less about your knees, punk-ass.” the domineering blonde noted with a hard smile. “It’s your WILL that’s gonna bend to OOOOWWWW DAMMIT!”
Adelaide finally snatched hold of the hand cupping her chin and wrenched it loose. In the next instant she drew it close and sank her teeth into the meat at the base of Fletcher’s thumb. Pain raced all the way up to her shoulder and Meggerz shoved Brewster loose of the unpleasant perch to regain full use of her hand. “You’re gonna regret that, sparkles.” she muttered while rubbing the red crescent that marred her palm.
Currently preoccupied with her own aches, Brewster struggled to hands and knees and growled, “Not as much as you’re going to regret that gutless catfighter’s trUUUNNNNNNGGGGHHH!”
Meggerz sprang straight up, laced her hands high overhead and landed on her knees to THWHUMP a heavy Double Axehandle into the base of her attacker’s neck. “Cheap? You don’t get to talk to me about cheap, Brewster.” Fletcher filled her hands with the brunette’s hair and hauled her to boot-leather with several stiff yanks. “Not after from a bytch who likes to spit red shyt in her opponent’s eyes.” Adelaide might’ve answered if the blonde hadn’t pounded a Kneelift into her midsection and followed it up with a clubbing Forearm across the back. With Brewster doubled over fighting for breath, it wasn’t hard for the Southern Speed Demon to slap on a Front Facelock and toss an arm across her shoulders. A handful of Adelaide’s belt finished all necessary preparations and then Meggerz dipped her knees and popped her hips to hoist the stunned woman all the way to high noon. The FAWNatics were all set to count Brewster’s hang-time but they never got the chance. For no sooner did she come up did Meggerz send her hurtling back the way she’d came, Adelaide THWHAMMING down flat on her face, chest and belly.
GOURDBUSTER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=V2E9GxNMdCE
Jolted onto her back in the wake of the Gourdbuster, Brewster sat up, put a hand to her aching forehead and let out a startled ‘guurrrrhhhk!’ when Meggerz snuggled in on her six and looped an arm around her throat! Palming her right hand against the back of her opponent’s skull, Fletcher pushed forward and simultaneously drew back on her left arm to cinch the Sleeper as tight as she could. “Night night, sparkles.” Meggerz jerked the simple hold back n’ forth, earning a pained groan from the brunette in the process. “Maybe you’ll dream of being good enough to beat me.”
The Weeping Angel ignored the heathen’s taunts and the official’s queries of surrender, her energies were presently devoted to discovering the weak point in Fletcher’s brawny noose. She’d *just* worked a few fingers from each hand into the crease of Meggerz’s elbow when the woman in question laid out on her side and dragged Brewster down alongside. To make matters worse, Fletcher threaded her legs around Adelaide’s left thigh and clamped down on a Single Leg Grapevine that made it al but impossible to inch across the canvas.
“Your face has turned bright red by now, Addy.” Meggerz cooed in her rival’s ear. “And that roaring you hear in your ears? That’s blood pounding in your temples. YOUR blood I might add, not that cheap crap you’re always blowEERRRGGGAAHHHHHH SHHIIIIITTTT!”
Fighting hard even as her head started to swim, the Daughter of Darkness moved her hands to the underside of Fletcher’s encroaching arm and pushed up until the crease of blonde elbow was pressed against her mouth. Only then did she open up and reintroduce Meggerz to the fangs she’d so foolishly ridiculed. The bite was illegal of course, but it was one thing to know the ref would make Brewster stop chewing and another thing entirely to endure the pain until he did.
Electing not to wait around on the zebra, Fletcher pulled her right hand clear, balled it into a fist and PWAK-PWAK-PWAKKED it against the back of Adelaide’s skull. The pain lessened for a moment, alas, Brewster was nothing if not tenacious when it came to drawing blood and she redoubled her efforts to chew the blonde’s arm off at the elbow. “Goddamned bytch.” Meggerz growled through clenched teeth. “You want dirty? Then lets get dirty.” She crooked her punchin’ hand into a talon, hooked two fingers into Adelaide’s nostrils and yaaaaaaaaaaaaanked her head back at vicious angle.
“All right you two, enough of that tawdry crap!” Craig swatted both ladies on the shoulders in a well intentioned but ultimately pointless show of authority. “Break it up and clear off, lets stand it up!” That Adelaide and Meggerz did as bade was more a testament to the fact that neither wanted any more to do with the other’s fangs or fingers, rather than any real interest in wrestling a clean match.
Scrambling up with her chewed arm pressed tight against her tummy, the Asphalt Angel saw she was a half step ahead of the brunette and charged across the mat to THUMP a quick Kneelift off her forehead. Brewster swayed hard but didn’t go down, mostly because Fletcher palmed both ears and hoisted her up into another Front Facelock. Treating herself to a handful of trunks this time, Meggerz jerked up on the red mesh while simultaneously muscling the brunette off her feet. A quick half turn and an even faster drop THWHONKED Brewster down on her forehead as victim to a resounding Implant DDT.
IMPLANT DDT @ 00:29
www.youtube.com/watch?v=BLpFwC9YhDc
Adelaide tumbled onto her back while Meggerz sat up and brushed some invisible dirt from her hands. With the FAWNatics cheering her on, she swung a leg over the vulnerable Churchgoer and scooted into a heavy seat on Brewster’s tummy. “Look for the checkered flag, baby.” Fletcher smirked as she hooked one of her foe’s legs in a Half Matchbook. “This one’s over.”
Craig Long dove in beside them and smacked the mat…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
Adelaide didn’t just lift a shoulder off the mat, she curled her hands against Meggerz’s hot pants and jerked them north by several agonizing inches. “F*ckin’ A.” a wincing Fletcher hissed as she stomped around pulling her togs back to where they belonged. “You’re gonna spit out some teeth for that bullshyt.”
No response from Brewster, she was still trying to clear her head of DDT-induced fog. In no mood to wait around that long, the Asphalt Angel stamped over to her prey, bent down and snatched hold of her wrist. A yank hauled Brewster to her feet and a single stiff Shoulderblock rocked her back on her heels. That extension was more than enough room for Fletcher to jerk the brunette forward while simultaneously closing in with her left arm extended for a Short-Arm Clothes--NO! Adelaide ducked beneath the clavicle-rocking blow and spun around quick enough to catch Meggerz around the hips with a Waistlock. Hardly a heartbeat passed before the Weeping Angel popped her hips and took the blonde up, over and DOWN onto the back of her head and shoulders with a heavy German Suplex. Though she was in no particular mood to end this heathen’s torment, Brewster still bridged up on her toes to see if Fletcher was strong enough to beat the…
ONE…
TWO….
THRNOOOO!
Meggerz wrested loose with half a second to spare, landing on her tummy with both arms already swaddling the back of her head. “It seems our race is not yet over, sister.” Brewster cooed to the wounded warrior. “And if I may borrow another phrase from your wonderfully backwoods lexicon, I believe this is the part where your wheels start to fall off.”
Bracing one hand against the curve of Fletcher’s rump and the other between her shoulders, the Daughter of Darkness stretched out and pushed onto her toes like she was readying for push-ups, but when the time came she THWHUMPED her left knee into the small of Meggerz’s back. The southerner groaned, tried to roll away, got jerked back to start by the clamps at tresses and tush. Licking her lips in contemplation of the delicious meal spread before her, Brewster alternated her Kneelifts, a heavy, methodical drubbing that amassed more than a dozen blows over the course of as many seconds.
Eventually Meggerz did squirm loose and she curled up with her knees facing the vengeful churchgoer. It might’ve protected her tummy and back, alas it left her hair quite vulnerable to Adelaide’s claws. Half a dozen unpleasant yanks put the blonde on her feet and kept her distracted enough to allow Brewster an unsecured Double Underhook. “Look upon her and despair, heathens!” Brewster pointed Meggerz’s sturdy backside toward the hard camera, a subtle, but well crafted bit of embarrassment. “Such is the fate of all who would oppose us. Worn down. Used up. And ultimately…. broken.” She dipped her knees and hoisted Fletcher upside down for perhaps three seconds. The crowd was contemplating a count when the Weeping Angel tossed her foe into a short freefall and dropped to her back while simultaneously drawing her knees across her chest. Meggerz THWHUMPED across the bony joints and immediately rolled away, moaning and kicking her feet.
DOUBLE UNDERHOOK DOUBLE KNEE BACKBREAKER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=OvTzv1d8rWo
Beside her, Adelaide pushed the hair off her face, then shoved Fletcher onto her back and slid over her chest in a Crossbody. Far leg hooked, she pulled it close and mouthed along with the count of…
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO!
Meggerz kicked out again, only this time she sat up, shoving Adelaide back on her haunches in the process. “Gonna have to do better than that if you want to junk me, sparklesseerrrrgghhh!”
Adelaide raked a wicked claw across the blonde’s face and followed up with a Wristlock, all while completely ignoring the referee’s admonition. Quick to haul her burden to verticality, Brewster whipped Fletcher into the ropes, turned around and raced in the opposite direction. They came together again in the center of the ring, Adelaide jumping from a few feet out to land with her boots on the planes of her blonde’s thighs. A Front Facelock told the FAWNatics a Wolfsbane DDT was very close indeed. At least that’s what they thought until the Asphalt Angel wrapped her arms around the brunette’s upper thighs, effectively preventing her from dropping back to complete the maneuver. “Too little, too late, grease monkey.” Brewster growled. “I’m going to drink you UUNNNGH!”
Fletcher halved her control on Adelaide’s stems to pound half a dozen stiff punches into the ribs just above her left hip. Then she hooked that leg behind the knee and pulled it tight. Immediately thereafter she pulled free of the Front Facelock and treated Brewster to a bit of the same. Just like that the DDT was gone and the sold out crowd was cheering wildly because Meggerz had her foe cradled hard across her shoulders. Treating herself to a short, swaggery victory lap, the Southern Speed Demon charged forward, laid out and THAWHAMMED Brewster into the canvas spine-first! Flat on her back after the Darlington Drop, Brewster only moaned when Meggerz straddled her chest and busted out the double bicep flex for…
DARLINGTON DROP:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=2B-G0x8AgOA
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO!
Full throated surprise and disappointment from the fans as Adelaide shoved the big blonde off with half a second to spare. Angry but not frustrated, Fletcher peeled her brunette off the canvas and tethered her with a Wristlock. “Gonna run you into the wall, sweetheart.” she murmured in Brewster’s ear. “This demolition derby ends with you up on blocks and begging for mercy.” With that she stepped away, dropped a shoulder and slung Brewster into an empty corner on the far side of the squared circle. Unaware that Meggerz took off not three steps behind her, the Daughter of Darkness focused on steadying her pace just enough to spin into the buckles back-first, rather than straight on. A good plan, unfortunately her sternum still took a hellacious THWHAP when Meggerz hopped up and absolutely SQUISHED her between buckles and bod with an Avalanche Splash. “Oh yeah, you’re sputtering now, aren’tcha? Fletcher huffed into her breathless adversary’s ear. “Lets see if I can’t crack that sparkly little engine block of yours.”
Brewster only groaned, which wasn’t nearly enough deterrent to stop the blonde from lifting her into a slumped seat on the top turnbuckle. Satisfied with her handiwork thus far, Fletcher climbed onto the second rope drew Adelaide into a Front Facelock, then snatched hold of her belt and made her way to the top ro--’OOOOOHHHHHHH!’ the FAWNatics moaned in concern when Meggerz’s knees buckled, an understandable reaction considering the talon Brewster affixed to her crotch. “Chuuuu…. cheap bytch,” Fletcher rasped, her hands digging into the meat of her attacker’s shoulders in a desperate attempt to keep steady. “Gonna take more than that to spin me ouEEERRRRRRRGGGGHHHH!”
The Weeping Angel leaned forward and sank her teeth into the side of Meggerz’s neck. The combination of tooth and claw proved too much for Fletcher’s balance, meaning all it took was a little shove to send her hurtling to the mat with an echoing THAWHAM! Showing a toothy smile in observing the blonde wreckage below, Adelaide quickly got both feet under her and stood tall on the third floor. The fans did everything they could to warn Fletcher of the looming threat, but the fall had scrambled her senses and whatever resources she did have at her disposal were focused on the fire in her trunks. And so she didn’t see the great black bat leap from its perch to disappear into the overhead glare. Didn’t see that bat drop from the sky in the form of a gorgeous brunette with her heels wedged against her tush with both knees pointed straight down. But oh my friends and neighbors, she certainly felt it when Adelaide Brewster THWHUMPED those cruel joints deep into the blonde’s tummy.
Meggerz jolted like a live wire, flopped onto her side and pulled knees up to her chest, apparently trying to keep her insides from rearranging themselves after the Twitch of the Death Nerve. The Asphalt Angel would’ve stayed tucked away in that position for a very long time if Brewster hadn’t grabbed a double handful of hair and dragged her to boot leather in stages.
“This is the part where I’d normally spike you with a Heart Punch.” she noted in the midst of claiming Meggerz’s right hand in a Wristlock. “But since yours is already in your throat, I think I’ll proceed straight to the grand finale.” Fletcher tried to answer, but the words got stuck in her throat because Adelaide circled around behind her, drawing the blonde’s right arm tight across her own throat. Already nervous, those assembled got downright concerned once the Churchgoer slipped her free arm between Meggerz’s thighs and boosted her up across her shoulders in something akin to a Torture Rack. Adelaide didn’t try to break Fletcher in half though, she had more savage plans in mind. With Meggerz stretched out full length, Brewster turned in a smooth circle, then pushed onto tiptoe and dropped sharply to the left. THWHUNK! Meggerz landed on the back of her head and slopped out in a boneless starfish, a burned out wreck of her former self.
BLOOD & BLACK LACE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=ggQhjXPD_fA
Above her, Adelaide smiled again and slithered around in a half circle, all the better to crawl astride her defenseless adversary. Taking Fletcher’s wrists in her hands, she pinned them to the mat overhead while simultaneously hooking her calves against the blonde’s. A single savage stretch completed the Double Leg Grapevine, not that Meggerz noted it with anything more than a pained sigh. Nor did she cry out when Brewster pressed her muzzle to the side of opposing neck and applied tooth once more. Knowing a decisive cover when he saw one, Craig dropped to one knee, checked Fletcher’s shoulders and counted off…
ONE…
TWO…
THREE!
Adelaide reared back on her haunches when the bell sounded, she always liked looking out at the chattel when the Announcer called her name. “Ladies and gentlemen, your winner via pin-fall… ADELAIDE BREWSTER!”
The Daughter of Darkness tilted her head and ‘PFWOOOOOOOSHED!’ a crimson cloud into the air. Delighted by the miniature downpour of her own red rain, Adelaide leaned down over Fletcher, mashed her cheeks together in a painful ‘fishface’ and slooooooooowly licked one side of her face. “You’re mine, grease monkey.” she cooed. “And anytime I need more hi-test, I know who’s neck can top me off.” She put her palm to Fletcher’s cheek, forced her head to the side and pressed down hard, an arrogant show of dominance that earned her Picture of the Day honors at FAWN.com the next morning.
The lack of response from the insensate blonde stifled Brewster’s enjoyment the tiniest bit, so rather than run the risk of boring herself she pushed off and stood over the blood spattered battler. “I’ve fed well tonight, Meggerz Fletcher. Hunger shouldn’t be an issue for quite a while and yet one can never know when the urge for a midnight snack might arise. So if you don’t mind, I’ll take your bib.” Meggerz was in no condition to stop her, which was why Adelaide took such great pleasure in peeling the blonde’s tank-top over her head.
Reduced to sports bra and hot pants, Fletcher groaned softly under the weight of Adelaide’s boot on her tits, but the real anger didn’t come until later, when she saw footage of the brunette mashing the discarded garment in her defenseless face. But by then Adelaide was long gone. And Meggerz could only wait and plot strategy in anticipation of her next race with this particular devil.
Now, Meggerz might be a relatively new name, but she wasn’t exactly a new face. She’d made sporadic appearances on Pay Per View here in the FAWN Arena, both on her own and with tag team partner Laura Diamond, and the more ravenous FAWNatics--the ones who sought out the internet feeds of Jungle shows--knew well that this was a star in the making. Still, her relative inexperience didn’t stop the crowd from giving her an INCREDIBLY warm welcome. Indeed, her reception was so boisterous that it took the crowd a moment to realize that music was playing over the PA system.
Once Judas Priest’s ‘Turbo Lover’ kicked into high gear, the curtains were pushed open--and an already loud crowd goes absolutely boisterous at their first sighting of the gorgeous greasemonkey this evening.
”TURBO LOVER”:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=DdwuxoSHsSo
MEGGERZ FLETCHER:
Meggerz Fletcher was a tall, imposing blonde--no compact model, she--and every one of her impressive curves was tightly hugged by a grease-blotched white tank and black hot plants that would be a challenge for any heel to pull on during a cover. Like her top, there are also two black smudges on her face--one under each eye. Presumably, the red do-rag covering some of her hair had shielded her locks from a similar fate.
All smiles, Meggerz wasted little time in marching toward the ring--but she hardly skimped on showing the front row faithful some love, slapping hands, offering the occasional hug and even very briefly posing for a likely Facebook profile pic with one lucky fan. But once her lap was complete, Fletcher headed up the steps and slipped through the ropes. No sooner was she in the ring did Meggerz turn toward the nearest corner, jumping up onto the middle buckle and thrusting both arms high overhead to one more, mighty roar. The crowd would have to wait a few more moments to find out who she was facing, but tonight the vast majority of the FAWNatics sounded ready to be a part of Fletcher’s pit crew.
After Judas Priest faded, the Announcer resumed his duties. “And introducing her opponent. Representing the Church of Eternal Midnight, she hails from Oxrun Station, Connecticut, stands at five feet six inches tall and weighs in tonight at one hundred and nineteen pounds. She is the Weeping Angel, the Daughter of Darkness, The Queen of Nightmares. This is…ADELAIDE BREWSTER!”
The lights died as her name reached the rafters and the speakers answered the call, not with Midnight Syndicate but with the quietly eerie pop of Lorde’s ‘Glory and Gore’.
GLORY & GORE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=xSVBkD4IRhg
For a moment there was nothing but darkness and pinpricks of cell phone light, then a few lights on either side of the stage ‘whoomped’ on to reveal a sea of ankle deep fog. Still no sign of the Churchgoer and that was the way it stayed until a cold blue light illuminated the gloomy recession leading to the curtain. A figure swung down from the ceiling of that narrow throat, a figure hanging by her knees from a bar suspended just out of camera view. Arms crossed over her chest, Adelaide Brewster opened her eyes, then twisted loose and landed on her feet just as her anthem warned ‘Now we’re in the ring and we’re coming for blood.’
ADELAIDE BREWSTER:
Heading for the squared circle after a moment to survey her feeding grounds, Adelaide stretched her arms wide, which let her limber up while simultaneously providing the FAWNatics with a great view of her ring attire. In place of the antique ball gown, top hat and velvet number that it sheathed was a blood red one piece made of a mesh just fine enough to allow the discerning eye a glimpse of matching black bra and briefs lurking beneath. This outfit was completed with a clunky black belt complete with a buckle done up as a snarling wolf’s head and matching black boots and pads.
Reaching the ring quickly (because no one quite dared extend a hand) Adelaide slunk under the bottom ropes, popped to her feet and took ownership of a corner on the far side of the ring. Paying no attention to the presence behind her back, the Weeping Angel climbed to the second rope, titled her head back and ‘pppfffwoooooshed’ a cloud of red mist out over the first couple rows of fans. Blood properly let, she climbed down and turned her attention to Meggerz Fletcher.
“Hmmmmmhhhh,” she mused. “I don’t usually go in for fast food, but in your case I believe I’ll make an exception.”
The bell sounded and Meggerz came out of her corner fast enough to avoid any potential ambush from the Churchgoer but not so fast as to run headlong into the other brunette. While she damned well knew Brewster wasn’t an actual vampire, the woman on the far side of the ring was unsettling in the extreme, as was the lurking menace of her ‘sisters’ in arms. She needn’t have worried, Adelaide didn’t so much as twitch after the opening bell. Ok, that wasb’t completely accurate, her dark eyes trailed Fletcher’s route across the squared circle. It reminded the southerner of those old haunted house movies where the portrait’s eyes found you everywhere in the room. What little trepidation she felt burned away as the seconds spun out and Brewster made no move to engage.
After five interminable seconds, Fletcher put her hands on her hips and asked, “Gonna join me anytime soon, sugar bear?”
The Weeping Angel cocked her head to one side and smiled. “I was waiting to see if you were going to stand your ground… or break cover and run.”
Meggerz scowled. She’d never run from anyone and she sure as hell wasn’t about to start against this overgrown trick ‘r treater. “Guess you have your answer, don’t ya?”
Brewster’s smile grew wider by degrees. “We’ll see.” She came out of the buckles just as Fletcher had done, cutting the distance quick enough to chase and deliberate enough to avoid any mistakes.
Given her three inch height and sixteen pound weight advantage, Meggerz had expected some duplicity in Brewster’s approach, and so she was caught off guard when the brunette lunged and shoved her back on her heels with a brawny Collar & Elbow Tie-Up. Collecting her wits in the span between heartbeats, the Asphalt Angel dug in her heels, squared her shoulders and marched Brewster back half a dozen steps. She’d meant to take her all the way to the corner (or at least the ropes) but Adelaide did some digging of her own and just like that it was a stalemate, albeit a grinding, straining one.
Hunched in mouth on shoulder against the brunette, Fletcher steadied her breathing, looked for a weakness in the other woman’s defense and didn’t find any. She was contemplating a go-behind when Brewster broke the clench with a hard shove. Meggerz stumbled, caught her balance and sank into a springy grappler’s crouch all in one fluid motion. “Strong.” she admitted. “Good. Thought I’d have to chase you all over this ring.”
Adelaide’s grin looked genuine but her eyes were flat and cold. “You are sorely mistaken, my erstwhile little speed demon. It is I, who shall chase YOU to the ends of this canvas earth. The adrenaline will make you oh so tender.”
Meggerz’s eyes narrowed, the thought of Brewster’s mouth on her throat was not a pleasant one. “We’ll see who’s feeling tender when this is over. C’mon girl, show me what you got.”
The Daughter of Darkness obliged her straight away, locking the powerful pair in a Tie-Up that mirrored the first in every aspect save one. Instead of breaking apart with a mutual shove, Adelaide snatched a huge handful of Fletcher’s golden locks and jerked her off down onto her back. The fire in her scalp and the ache in the base of her skull wasn’t nearly so irritating as the flush in her cheeks. Meggerz wasn’t anyone’s idea of an egomaniac, but she prided herself on her strength and getting dropped by a cosplayer stung, even if there was a hair-pull involved. Up on one knee before the canvas stopped shivering, the Southern Speed Demon mimed the infraction and barked, “Hair, ref!”
Craig already had an inkling, Adelaide was strong, but she shouldn’t have been able to muscle the blonde like that. “Keep off her hair, Brewster.” he warned. “I’ve read enough of Miranda’s doctrine to know she takes a dim view of cheaters.”
“Cheating?” Brewster’s tone was wounded. “I was simply checking to make sure her hair extensions were tight enough.”
Fletcher snorted, stood up and smoothed out the edges of her grease-smeared tank top. “No extensions here, sugar bear. But those fangs of yours are looking a little wobbly. Maybe I should check them for ya?”
Brewster played the tip of her tongue over those wicked canines. “How polite of you. Tilt your head to one side, dear heart.”
“I’ve got a better idea.” Meggerz came at the Churchgoer like one of her prized racecars and while a normal woman would’ve dove for cover, Adelaide leapt at her without an instant’s hesitation. This proved problematic for the brunette because Meggerz stopped on a dime and ‘PWAAAKED’ a Forearm Smash into her mouth. Momentarily rattled by the blow, Adelaide couldn’t stop Fletcher from slipping an arm between her legs and ‘hupping’ her onto one shoulder. Beaming as the crowd cheered, Meggerz twisted around in a half circle and flung her burden to the mat with a resounding THAWHAM!
The Daughter of Darkness groaned and sat up, only to get forced back down after Fletcher palmed her shoulders. Scrambling into place immediately thereafter, the big blonde took to the skies in a gorgeous leap and came down with the point of her right elbow SPIKING Adelaide’s sternum. There was no quick recovery this time, so Meggerz hurried to verticality and ran the ropes. Once she was only a few long paces out she leapt up, kicked both legs forward and brought ‘em crashing down on “UUNNNNGGGHH!”
Brewster rolled clear at the last moment, leaving her adversary to land flush on her tailbone. Certainly not the most painful impact of her career, but Meggerz didn’t look to be having too much fun as she struggled to one knee and pressed a hand to her aching backside. A short distance away, Adelaide rose to survey the situation. Correctly guessing that Fletcher was preoccupied with her aches, the brunette wheeled around and hit the ropes opposite the penitent blonde. Opting for a much lower leap than the one that’d doomed Meggerz to failure, Brewster raised her knees to about hip level and DROVE them into her foe’s shoulders. Meggerz was knocked flat with the Weeping Angel landing flush atop her chest in what was practically a Front Face Sit. Even worse for Fletcher, Adelaide caught Fletcher’s legs when they popped up and leaaaaaaaaaaned forward to trap her in a Matchbook pin.
LOW SLIDING KNEES:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=FmWb1a7rAqo
The crowd leapt to their feet not because they thought the match was over but to throw their support to the squirming blonde while Long counted…
ONE…
TWO…
Fletcher powered loose and rolled to all fours almost simultaneous with the ‘TWO’. Unperturbed the chattel’s defiance (indeed, it seemed to please her) Adelaide got up and circled around on Meggerz’s six, where she waited in utter silence. Not yet aware of the threat, Fletcher’s return to verticality hit a roadblock when Brewster planted on her left foot and THWHACKED the right across the base of her prey’s neck. Meggerz cried out and jolted forward, one hand braced against the mat and the other massaging the point of impact. Far from done, Adelaide ran to the strands yet again, came back twice as fast and somersaulted over the woozy warrior. Catching a loose Chinlock as she passed overhead, Brewster laid out on her back to THWHUNK Fletcher’s noggin with a swift Somersault Neckbreaker.
BACK KICK & SOMERSAULT NECKBREAKER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=9vJDs-PGFqQ
Adelaide rolled through to all fours and climbed back to the Speed Demon quickly enough but she didn’t go for a cover. Instead she filled her hands with Meggerz’s hair and lifted her to a seat. “Such a proud warrior, marking your face with the appropriate war paint. Please, allow me to share in this noble tradition.”
“Guuuhhhh…. go get your own gimmick, weirdOORRRGGHHH!” Meggerz shouted in pain when the brunette nuzzled in against the side of her neck and chomped down.
‘Drinking’ for a good five seconds, Adelaide promptly shoved her snack aside and got to her feet. Head tipped back, she raised her hands high and extended her middle and index fingers. Then she ‘PFAWOOOOOOOOSHED!’ a cloud of red mist into the sky. Mouth curled into a crimson, dripping smile, Brewster leaned over the prone powerhouse and sloooooooowly applied some of her own special ‘war paint’ to both cheeks.
One hand pressed to the side of her stinging neck, Meggerz’s expression transitioned between surprise, embarrassment and anger all in the span between heartbeats. Forgetting all about the painful bite, the Asphalt Angel rolled onto one knee, slid back and scrambled to boot-leather without ever taking her eyes off Adelaide. “So, you think you’re a warrior, huh?” Fletcher asked after a moment of silence.
Brewster indicated her newest accessory. “I look the part, don’t I?”
“No more than you look like a real vampire.” the blonde snapped. “You want to prove something to me, Adelaide? Step and raise your hands.” Meggerz followed her own instructions, lifting both hands high overhead.
Those crooked fingers and the ‘oooohhhhh’ of the crowd was all the invitation Brewster needed. She closed the distance and ‘smacked’ her palms against Meggerz’s waiting hands. Their fingers locked and the Test was on, blonde and brunette leaning into the other mouth on shoulder to better impose her will. Though Fletcher was taller and heavier, the earliest moments of their contest was a stalemate, with each woman only making minor adjustments to answer the other’s power as opposed to forcing a bent wrist or quivering knee. But then Adelaide tilted her head and licked Meggerz’s left ear. It did no damage whatsoever, it did however throw off the southerner’s concentration just long enough for the Daughter of Darkness to rise onto tiptoes and roll Fletcher’s wrists.
“That was cheap.” Meggerz growled as she attempted to fight back from the painful deficit. “Don’t know why I’m surprised, you and your sisters are the cheapest carnival act FAWN has ever nnnnnnnnggggggggghhhhh dammit!”
Brewster bore down on her wrists again and Meggerz started to sink, first the right knee, then the left. In less than ten seconds she playing penitent before the brawny brunette and she didn’t much care for it. “Be careful of that mouth, grease monkey.” Adelaide cooed. “Otherwise I’ll tear out your tongue and offer it up on the altar of Eternal Midggggggeerrrrrrrrhhhhh!”
Gifted with a much better base now that she was on her knees, Fletcher got one foot under her and SHOVED with all her might. Adelaide reared back a ways, gifting the powerful battler with enough room to regain her footing in short order. Far more important however, she drove her chest into Brewster’s and shoved down. Now it was Adelaide’s legs giving way and try as she might, the Churchgoer couldn’t stop her knees from touching the mat. “Drop to your knees, it’s a miracle!” Meggerz shouted even as she turned Brewster’s hands over and bent her wrists backward in a painful game of Mercy. “C’mon Adelaide, you know ya like it down here.” Fletcher said it loud enough for the fans in the front row to hear and subsequently chuckle. “Just go on and give up so you can stay here all night!”
Brewster scoffed, then hissed at the poor ref when he started to check on her. “Believe me heathen, when next I deign to worship it will be atop a much more yielding… involuntary, altar.”
Meggerz shook her head ‘no’ and tried to make the brunette’s knuckles touch her forearms. “Not a chance, cupcake. And I’d advise you to not even try, not unless you want me taking a few victory laps on your I DON’T THINK SO!” Adelaide drew back for a quick Headbutt to the blonde’s flat tummy but Meggerz saw it coming and shifted in time to PWAK her left knee into opposing forehead. Adelaide’s head snapped back before slumping forward, where it might’ve hung unengaged for quite some time if Fletcher hadn’t slung her hands aside helped herself to some hair. A single yank drew the Weeping Angel into a Standing Headscissors and a strong coil around her waist gave Meggerz all the leverage she needed to chain-hoist Adelaide up onto the ball of her right shoulder in a Canadian Backbreaker.
CANADIAN BACKBREAKER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=HXhgq6AV7VA
Hands locked just beneath the swell of Brewster’s breasts, Fletcher stamped to the middle of the ring and spun around half a dozen times before hitting the brakes and executing several deep squats, each designed to exacerbate the painful arch of her enemy’s spine. “Give it up, Addy!” Meggerz demanded after working the Backbreaker for fifteen hard seconds. “I know you think Miranda’s a faith healer, but even she can’t glue two halves back together!” She emphasized the point by bouncing in place until Brewster’s wailing brought the ref over for another check.
“What’s the word, Adelaide? If it’s too much just say the word and I can get you outta--”
“EEERRRGGHHH DAMN YOU!” The Southern Speed Demon interrupted his line of questioning with a yowl because the cagey brunette had crooked one hand into a claw and raked it across her eyes. The grip around her waist loosened to the point of easy escape, but rather than simply slither down the other woman’s back, Adelaide hooked her shins in against Meggerz’s thighs and swung down between her foe’s planted stems. Bringing the heathen to the mat with the pleasantly named Sunset Flip, Brewster laid her feet over the blonde’s biceps and wrapped both arms around her legs for the…
ONE…
TWO…
Adelaide released the hold of her own volition and tossed Fletcher’s legs aside so she could slither into a seat on the blonde’s chest. “You’ve tried to test my faith, bytch.” Brewster snarled as she twined her fingers in Fletcher’s hair. “Now it’s time I tested yours.” Sliding up a little higher, the Weeping Angel wedged Meggerz’s chin against the fork of her crotch at the same time she threaded both legs around her heads. Then she locked her ankles, stretched out on one side and squeeeeeeeeeeeeezed hard enough to make the blonde squeal and kick her feet. Resting on hip and elbow, Adelaide laid her head in one bracing palm and tugged on her prey’s hair. She flicked her eyes toward the ref, catching his attention. “Come then, arbiter. Lean in close to hear the lamentations of this pathetic retch.”
Craig wasn’t about to call Meggerz pathetic, he did however recognize the telltale signs of oxygen deprivation and he knelt beside her to check her condition. “You ok, Meggerz? Need me to call for the bell?”
The Headscissors made it impossible for Fletcher to shake her head ‘no’ and she certainly wasn’t about to waste any breath on such an obvious denial, so she raised her right hand and waggled a finger ‘no, no,no!’ Apparently displeased with the resistance, Brewster snatched Meggerz’s wrist in one hand and her outstretched finger in the other. Smiling all the while, she squeezed hard and bent the digit backward at an agonizing angle. Meggerz keened, then openly wailed as the brunette tried to snap her finger. Desperate to escape both traps, she balled her other hand into a fist and pounded it into Brewster’s ribs over and over again. The pain in her hand faded somewhat, but the velvet noose around her neck didn’t so much as twitch, so Fletcher applied her grip to opposing crotch and squeezed for dear life.
Adelaide sucked in startled breath, tossed the southerner’s hand aside and filled that hand with Meggerz’s hair. “Let go, bytch. Right nowwweerrggghhh!”
Meggerz squeezed that much harder, apparently she was willing to battle the Churchgoer with every weapon at her disposal. “Yuuuuhhhhh… you let go, punk.” she sputtered. “And get your sparkly junk outta my faCEEEEAAAAAAAAWWWWWW BYTCH!”
More vulnerable than her tone let on, Fletcher found herself suffering a brand new anguish when Brewster leaned forward, grabbed a whole lotta black hot-pants and YANKED them north in a blistering wedgie. Understandably distracted (not to mention distressed) by the callous tactic, Meggerz released her grip on Adelaide’s bottoms and devoted all her attention to breaking the wedgie. Fat lot of good it did, her angle was bad and she could do little more than swat and pull at the Churchgoer’s meanspirited talon.
The Daughter of Darkness let her prey wriggle for perhaps five more seconds before abruptly relinquishing the Scissors and her grip. While some might have questioned her abandoning a potentially fight-winning hold, Adelaide knew Miranda would understand. For a woman foolish enough to make a play for the brunette’s undercarriage clearly hadn’t learned her lesson. And the Church of Eternal Midnight was all about teaching lessons.
As of yet unaware of her opponent’s plans, Fletcher rolled to her belly, pushed to her knees and gingerly plucked the distended hot pants into a far more comfortable alignment. Giving voice to a relieved sigh, her moment’s pleasure curdled into an ugly shock when a cry from the crowd drew her attention upward. Good thing too, without that warning she would’ve been completely unprepared for the trouble heading her way. Adelaide slid in beside her a heartbeat later, curled her right arm across Meggerz’s chest and laid out on her back to THWHUNK the blonde’s face into the mat courtesy a Low Running STO. Fletcher hit cheek-first and it made her eyes water, but even that was better than the broken nose that surely would’ve ensured if she hadn’t managed to twist her neck ever so slightly.
RUNNING LOW REVERSE STO:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=M-zhijhgBk4
Flopped over onto her back by the bone-jarring maneuver, Meggerz closed her eyes and gathered her reserves in anticipation of fighting off a pin attempt, so you can imagine her surprise when Brewster snatched a double handful of tank-top and yanked her to verticality. “You didn’t really think our little race was over yet, did you, cutie?” Adelaide chided as she bustled her rival toward the ropes. “This is a marathon, not a sprint. Actually… it’s more like a death march.” She stuffed Fletcher in against the rubber-coated steel and PWAAAKED a Kneelift into her tummy to keep her in place. “It’s a death march, and it won’t be over until you fall on your knees and beg for mercy.”
“Huuuuhhhhh….. huuuhh… then I hope you packed a lunch, chump.” Meggerz grunted. “Because it’ll be a cold day in hell before I beg you for OH HELL NOOOFFFHHHHH!”
Adelaide trapped one arm between the top and middle ropes, pounded in a trio of Kneelifts for good measure, then secured her blonde’s other arm. “Don’t struggle too hard, Meggerz.” Brewster made her name sound like a slow leak in a rotting tire. “I don’t want to see the fire in your eyes die until your knees give out.”
“You’re gonna see the fire in my eyes right before I start doing donuts on your facNNNNNGGGGHHHH!”
The Weeping Angel pinked Fletcher’s cheek with a scathing Bytch Slap, then rounded on one heel and raced to the opposite side of the squared circle. With the Southern Speed Demon spinning her wheels, Brewster built up a ferocious head of steam, so much so that she was practically loping by the time she spun around and THWUMPED the point of her right elbow squarely into the trapped beauty’s sternum. Discovering heretofore unknown wells of sympathy for every vampire she’d ever seen staked, a gaping Meggerz sloughed free of the strands and took perhaps three stuttering steps before she collapsed to all fours. Adelaide smiled, clearly pleased by what she saw. This heathen had discovered the joys of penance. It wouldn’t be long before she was swearing fealty to Miranda and the rest of her sisters.
Leaving Fletcher in peace while she observed the pattern of the canvas, Brewster slipped through the ropes Meggerz so recently escaped and gripped the top rope in both hands. “On your feet, speedster!” she demanded of the winded warrior. “I would not strike you down while your back is turned.”
Meggerz didn’t like trash talk on general principle and she REALLY didn’t like it when the chick on the other end was a wannabe vampire shilling some midnight movie version of Sunday School. Fairly certain that Adelaide wouldn’t actually attack until she stood up, the blonde let her head hang a little lower than necessary and helped herself to three or four deep breaths. Directly behind her, Brewster leaaaaaaaaaaaaned back when Fletcher started to rise. Taking to the air as the Asphalt Angel turned around, Adelaide landed on the top rope and launched herself at Fletcher with a perfect Springboard Crossbo--SMACK! Meggerz stepped back, spread her arms wide and braced both feet, all the better to pluck the startled brunette from the aether.
“Probably should’ve got a little more height on that.” Fletcher was all smiles as she turned in a circle, showing off her prize. “Here, I can help with that.”
“NO! Don’t you dare, Fletcher! I’m warning AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!” Adelaide’s protestations fell on deaf ears before being drowned out entirely, such was the volume of the reaction when Meggerz hoisted her skyward in a perfect Military Press.
“TAKE ALL YOUR PICTURES NOW!” Meggerz advised the FAWNatics with a knowing smirk. “HER LANDING AIN’T GONNA BE NEARLY SO PRETTY!” Adelaide shrieked another warning, or at least she started to. Fletcher pushed up and stepped forward about halfway through, leaving the hapless brunette to plummet to the mat with a resounding THWHAP! Knocked breathless by the pitiless plunge, Brewster rolled over onto her belly and sucked wind until “UUUUUUNNNNNGGGGHHH!”
Meggerz paid back the Facebuster with a gut-churning Frog Splash delivered from a flat out run. The brunette’s legs kicked up, Fletcher caught ‘em behind the knee and pulled ‘em up to her foe’s chin while the ref counted…
ONE…
TWO…
Adelaide kicked loose at ‘TWO’ and rolled to her left side to prevent an immediate follow up. “That’s fine.” the blonde leaned back on her haunches and blew a strand of hair off her forehead. “Like you said, this isn’t a sprint. But it’s not a death march either, sparkles.” She cupped Brewster’s ears in splayed hands, stood up and forced the Churchgoer to do the same. Drawing Adelaide in close, Meggerz smirked, “It’s a demolition derby.”
The brunette started to reply but Fletcher snatched a wrist in both hands and slung her toward a corner on the far side of the ring. Faced with an extremely unpleasant split-second decision, Adelaide grit her teeth and whipped around on one heel to BWUUUUNG spine-first into the roughly padded steel. Jolted from head to toe, Brewster slung her arms over the top rope and allowed herself to slump in the “OOOOFFFFHHH!” Fletcher came in low and fast, the blonde pushing off her left foot to bury a shoulder in the vulnerable vixen’s midsection. Brewster folded up like a suitcase and would’ve dropped to her tush if Meggerz hadn’t palmed her head in her hands and hauled her out into the middle of the canvas. Pointing her right shoulder toward Brewster’s chest, Meggerz looped that arm around her waist and crooked the other around the back of the brunette’s knees. Hooks set, she bundled Adelaide up under her arm, twisted around in a half circle and dropped the Churchgoer across her knee in a huge Backbreaker.
PENDULUM BACKBREAKER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=1Abd17ZE3jw
The Weeping Angel cried out, started to roll clear, then cried out again when Meggerz hooked her at chin and thigh. “Not going anywhere, cupcake.” Meggerz pressssssssed down on both ends and jostled her knee to exacerbate the strain on her foe’s spine. “Not until I hear that sweet, sweet submission!” Adelaide couldn’t shake her head so she raised a hand and waggled an index finger ‘no, no, no!’. “You sure about that, Addy? I wonder if you’ll feel the same when your head’s touching the mat.” She applied that much more pressure to the Churchgoer’s chin and while Brewster’s noggin didn’t actually reach the mat, it was a whole helluva lot closer than prior.
Hesitant to approach Adelaide under even the best of circumstances, Craig Long hovered at the very edge of the flailing woman’s reach while he asked, “How are you doing, Adelaide? Want to call it for the--”
“Don’t waste your breath on such foolish questions, arbiter!” she snapped through clenched teeth. “It will take more than this grime-sheathed mechanic to bend my knEERRRRGGGGGGGGHHHH BYTCH!”
Fletcher lifted her hand from Brewster’s thigh, curled it into a spade and deftly slotted it between her opponent’s thighs. “I could care less about your knees, punk-ass.” the domineering blonde noted with a hard smile. “It’s your WILL that’s gonna bend to OOOOWWWW DAMMIT!”
Adelaide finally snatched hold of the hand cupping her chin and wrenched it loose. In the next instant she drew it close and sank her teeth into the meat at the base of Fletcher’s thumb. Pain raced all the way up to her shoulder and Meggerz shoved Brewster loose of the unpleasant perch to regain full use of her hand. “You’re gonna regret that, sparkles.” she muttered while rubbing the red crescent that marred her palm.
Currently preoccupied with her own aches, Brewster struggled to hands and knees and growled, “Not as much as you’re going to regret that gutless catfighter’s trUUUNNNNNNGGGGHHH!”
Meggerz sprang straight up, laced her hands high overhead and landed on her knees to THWHUMP a heavy Double Axehandle into the base of her attacker’s neck. “Cheap? You don’t get to talk to me about cheap, Brewster.” Fletcher filled her hands with the brunette’s hair and hauled her to boot-leather with several stiff yanks. “Not after from a bytch who likes to spit red shyt in her opponent’s eyes.” Adelaide might’ve answered if the blonde hadn’t pounded a Kneelift into her midsection and followed it up with a clubbing Forearm across the back. With Brewster doubled over fighting for breath, it wasn’t hard for the Southern Speed Demon to slap on a Front Facelock and toss an arm across her shoulders. A handful of Adelaide’s belt finished all necessary preparations and then Meggerz dipped her knees and popped her hips to hoist the stunned woman all the way to high noon. The FAWNatics were all set to count Brewster’s hang-time but they never got the chance. For no sooner did she come up did Meggerz send her hurtling back the way she’d came, Adelaide THWHAMMING down flat on her face, chest and belly.
GOURDBUSTER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=V2E9GxNMdCE
Jolted onto her back in the wake of the Gourdbuster, Brewster sat up, put a hand to her aching forehead and let out a startled ‘guurrrrhhhk!’ when Meggerz snuggled in on her six and looped an arm around her throat! Palming her right hand against the back of her opponent’s skull, Fletcher pushed forward and simultaneously drew back on her left arm to cinch the Sleeper as tight as she could. “Night night, sparkles.” Meggerz jerked the simple hold back n’ forth, earning a pained groan from the brunette in the process. “Maybe you’ll dream of being good enough to beat me.”
The Weeping Angel ignored the heathen’s taunts and the official’s queries of surrender, her energies were presently devoted to discovering the weak point in Fletcher’s brawny noose. She’d *just* worked a few fingers from each hand into the crease of Meggerz’s elbow when the woman in question laid out on her side and dragged Brewster down alongside. To make matters worse, Fletcher threaded her legs around Adelaide’s left thigh and clamped down on a Single Leg Grapevine that made it al but impossible to inch across the canvas.
“Your face has turned bright red by now, Addy.” Meggerz cooed in her rival’s ear. “And that roaring you hear in your ears? That’s blood pounding in your temples. YOUR blood I might add, not that cheap crap you’re always blowEERRRGGGAAHHHHHH SHHIIIIITTTT!”
Fighting hard even as her head started to swim, the Daughter of Darkness moved her hands to the underside of Fletcher’s encroaching arm and pushed up until the crease of blonde elbow was pressed against her mouth. Only then did she open up and reintroduce Meggerz to the fangs she’d so foolishly ridiculed. The bite was illegal of course, but it was one thing to know the ref would make Brewster stop chewing and another thing entirely to endure the pain until he did.
Electing not to wait around on the zebra, Fletcher pulled her right hand clear, balled it into a fist and PWAK-PWAK-PWAKKED it against the back of Adelaide’s skull. The pain lessened for a moment, alas, Brewster was nothing if not tenacious when it came to drawing blood and she redoubled her efforts to chew the blonde’s arm off at the elbow. “Goddamned bytch.” Meggerz growled through clenched teeth. “You want dirty? Then lets get dirty.” She crooked her punchin’ hand into a talon, hooked two fingers into Adelaide’s nostrils and yaaaaaaaaaaaaanked her head back at vicious angle.
“All right you two, enough of that tawdry crap!” Craig swatted both ladies on the shoulders in a well intentioned but ultimately pointless show of authority. “Break it up and clear off, lets stand it up!” That Adelaide and Meggerz did as bade was more a testament to the fact that neither wanted any more to do with the other’s fangs or fingers, rather than any real interest in wrestling a clean match.
Scrambling up with her chewed arm pressed tight against her tummy, the Asphalt Angel saw she was a half step ahead of the brunette and charged across the mat to THUMP a quick Kneelift off her forehead. Brewster swayed hard but didn’t go down, mostly because Fletcher palmed both ears and hoisted her up into another Front Facelock. Treating herself to a handful of trunks this time, Meggerz jerked up on the red mesh while simultaneously muscling the brunette off her feet. A quick half turn and an even faster drop THWHONKED Brewster down on her forehead as victim to a resounding Implant DDT.
IMPLANT DDT @ 00:29
www.youtube.com/watch?v=BLpFwC9YhDc
Adelaide tumbled onto her back while Meggerz sat up and brushed some invisible dirt from her hands. With the FAWNatics cheering her on, she swung a leg over the vulnerable Churchgoer and scooted into a heavy seat on Brewster’s tummy. “Look for the checkered flag, baby.” Fletcher smirked as she hooked one of her foe’s legs in a Half Matchbook. “This one’s over.”
Craig Long dove in beside them and smacked the mat…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
Adelaide didn’t just lift a shoulder off the mat, she curled her hands against Meggerz’s hot pants and jerked them north by several agonizing inches. “F*ckin’ A.” a wincing Fletcher hissed as she stomped around pulling her togs back to where they belonged. “You’re gonna spit out some teeth for that bullshyt.”
No response from Brewster, she was still trying to clear her head of DDT-induced fog. In no mood to wait around that long, the Asphalt Angel stamped over to her prey, bent down and snatched hold of her wrist. A yank hauled Brewster to her feet and a single stiff Shoulderblock rocked her back on her heels. That extension was more than enough room for Fletcher to jerk the brunette forward while simultaneously closing in with her left arm extended for a Short-Arm Clothes--NO! Adelaide ducked beneath the clavicle-rocking blow and spun around quick enough to catch Meggerz around the hips with a Waistlock. Hardly a heartbeat passed before the Weeping Angel popped her hips and took the blonde up, over and DOWN onto the back of her head and shoulders with a heavy German Suplex. Though she was in no particular mood to end this heathen’s torment, Brewster still bridged up on her toes to see if Fletcher was strong enough to beat the…
ONE…
TWO….
THRNOOOO!
Meggerz wrested loose with half a second to spare, landing on her tummy with both arms already swaddling the back of her head. “It seems our race is not yet over, sister.” Brewster cooed to the wounded warrior. “And if I may borrow another phrase from your wonderfully backwoods lexicon, I believe this is the part where your wheels start to fall off.”
Bracing one hand against the curve of Fletcher’s rump and the other between her shoulders, the Daughter of Darkness stretched out and pushed onto her toes like she was readying for push-ups, but when the time came she THWHUMPED her left knee into the small of Meggerz’s back. The southerner groaned, tried to roll away, got jerked back to start by the clamps at tresses and tush. Licking her lips in contemplation of the delicious meal spread before her, Brewster alternated her Kneelifts, a heavy, methodical drubbing that amassed more than a dozen blows over the course of as many seconds.
Eventually Meggerz did squirm loose and she curled up with her knees facing the vengeful churchgoer. It might’ve protected her tummy and back, alas it left her hair quite vulnerable to Adelaide’s claws. Half a dozen unpleasant yanks put the blonde on her feet and kept her distracted enough to allow Brewster an unsecured Double Underhook. “Look upon her and despair, heathens!” Brewster pointed Meggerz’s sturdy backside toward the hard camera, a subtle, but well crafted bit of embarrassment. “Such is the fate of all who would oppose us. Worn down. Used up. And ultimately…. broken.” She dipped her knees and hoisted Fletcher upside down for perhaps three seconds. The crowd was contemplating a count when the Weeping Angel tossed her foe into a short freefall and dropped to her back while simultaneously drawing her knees across her chest. Meggerz THWHUMPED across the bony joints and immediately rolled away, moaning and kicking her feet.
DOUBLE UNDERHOOK DOUBLE KNEE BACKBREAKER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=OvTzv1d8rWo
Beside her, Adelaide pushed the hair off her face, then shoved Fletcher onto her back and slid over her chest in a Crossbody. Far leg hooked, she pulled it close and mouthed along with the count of…
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO!
Meggerz kicked out again, only this time she sat up, shoving Adelaide back on her haunches in the process. “Gonna have to do better than that if you want to junk me, sparklesseerrrrgghhh!”
Adelaide raked a wicked claw across the blonde’s face and followed up with a Wristlock, all while completely ignoring the referee’s admonition. Quick to haul her burden to verticality, Brewster whipped Fletcher into the ropes, turned around and raced in the opposite direction. They came together again in the center of the ring, Adelaide jumping from a few feet out to land with her boots on the planes of her blonde’s thighs. A Front Facelock told the FAWNatics a Wolfsbane DDT was very close indeed. At least that’s what they thought until the Asphalt Angel wrapped her arms around the brunette’s upper thighs, effectively preventing her from dropping back to complete the maneuver. “Too little, too late, grease monkey.” Brewster growled. “I’m going to drink you UUNNNGH!”
Fletcher halved her control on Adelaide’s stems to pound half a dozen stiff punches into the ribs just above her left hip. Then she hooked that leg behind the knee and pulled it tight. Immediately thereafter she pulled free of the Front Facelock and treated Brewster to a bit of the same. Just like that the DDT was gone and the sold out crowd was cheering wildly because Meggerz had her foe cradled hard across her shoulders. Treating herself to a short, swaggery victory lap, the Southern Speed Demon charged forward, laid out and THAWHAMMED Brewster into the canvas spine-first! Flat on her back after the Darlington Drop, Brewster only moaned when Meggerz straddled her chest and busted out the double bicep flex for…
DARLINGTON DROP:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=2B-G0x8AgOA
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO!
Full throated surprise and disappointment from the fans as Adelaide shoved the big blonde off with half a second to spare. Angry but not frustrated, Fletcher peeled her brunette off the canvas and tethered her with a Wristlock. “Gonna run you into the wall, sweetheart.” she murmured in Brewster’s ear. “This demolition derby ends with you up on blocks and begging for mercy.” With that she stepped away, dropped a shoulder and slung Brewster into an empty corner on the far side of the squared circle. Unaware that Meggerz took off not three steps behind her, the Daughter of Darkness focused on steadying her pace just enough to spin into the buckles back-first, rather than straight on. A good plan, unfortunately her sternum still took a hellacious THWHAP when Meggerz hopped up and absolutely SQUISHED her between buckles and bod with an Avalanche Splash. “Oh yeah, you’re sputtering now, aren’tcha? Fletcher huffed into her breathless adversary’s ear. “Lets see if I can’t crack that sparkly little engine block of yours.”
Brewster only groaned, which wasn’t nearly enough deterrent to stop the blonde from lifting her into a slumped seat on the top turnbuckle. Satisfied with her handiwork thus far, Fletcher climbed onto the second rope drew Adelaide into a Front Facelock, then snatched hold of her belt and made her way to the top ro--’OOOOOHHHHHHH!’ the FAWNatics moaned in concern when Meggerz’s knees buckled, an understandable reaction considering the talon Brewster affixed to her crotch. “Chuuuu…. cheap bytch,” Fletcher rasped, her hands digging into the meat of her attacker’s shoulders in a desperate attempt to keep steady. “Gonna take more than that to spin me ouEEERRRRRRRGGGGHHHH!”
The Weeping Angel leaned forward and sank her teeth into the side of Meggerz’s neck. The combination of tooth and claw proved too much for Fletcher’s balance, meaning all it took was a little shove to send her hurtling to the mat with an echoing THAWHAM! Showing a toothy smile in observing the blonde wreckage below, Adelaide quickly got both feet under her and stood tall on the third floor. The fans did everything they could to warn Fletcher of the looming threat, but the fall had scrambled her senses and whatever resources she did have at her disposal were focused on the fire in her trunks. And so she didn’t see the great black bat leap from its perch to disappear into the overhead glare. Didn’t see that bat drop from the sky in the form of a gorgeous brunette with her heels wedged against her tush with both knees pointed straight down. But oh my friends and neighbors, she certainly felt it when Adelaide Brewster THWHUMPED those cruel joints deep into the blonde’s tummy.
Meggerz jolted like a live wire, flopped onto her side and pulled knees up to her chest, apparently trying to keep her insides from rearranging themselves after the Twitch of the Death Nerve. The Asphalt Angel would’ve stayed tucked away in that position for a very long time if Brewster hadn’t grabbed a double handful of hair and dragged her to boot leather in stages.
“This is the part where I’d normally spike you with a Heart Punch.” she noted in the midst of claiming Meggerz’s right hand in a Wristlock. “But since yours is already in your throat, I think I’ll proceed straight to the grand finale.” Fletcher tried to answer, but the words got stuck in her throat because Adelaide circled around behind her, drawing the blonde’s right arm tight across her own throat. Already nervous, those assembled got downright concerned once the Churchgoer slipped her free arm between Meggerz’s thighs and boosted her up across her shoulders in something akin to a Torture Rack. Adelaide didn’t try to break Fletcher in half though, she had more savage plans in mind. With Meggerz stretched out full length, Brewster turned in a smooth circle, then pushed onto tiptoe and dropped sharply to the left. THWHUNK! Meggerz landed on the back of her head and slopped out in a boneless starfish, a burned out wreck of her former self.
BLOOD & BLACK LACE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=ggQhjXPD_fA
Above her, Adelaide smiled again and slithered around in a half circle, all the better to crawl astride her defenseless adversary. Taking Fletcher’s wrists in her hands, she pinned them to the mat overhead while simultaneously hooking her calves against the blonde’s. A single savage stretch completed the Double Leg Grapevine, not that Meggerz noted it with anything more than a pained sigh. Nor did she cry out when Brewster pressed her muzzle to the side of opposing neck and applied tooth once more. Knowing a decisive cover when he saw one, Craig dropped to one knee, checked Fletcher’s shoulders and counted off…
ONE…
TWO…
THREE!
Adelaide reared back on her haunches when the bell sounded, she always liked looking out at the chattel when the Announcer called her name. “Ladies and gentlemen, your winner via pin-fall… ADELAIDE BREWSTER!”
The Daughter of Darkness tilted her head and ‘PFWOOOOOOOSHED!’ a crimson cloud into the air. Delighted by the miniature downpour of her own red rain, Adelaide leaned down over Fletcher, mashed her cheeks together in a painful ‘fishface’ and slooooooooowly licked one side of her face. “You’re mine, grease monkey.” she cooed. “And anytime I need more hi-test, I know who’s neck can top me off.” She put her palm to Fletcher’s cheek, forced her head to the side and pressed down hard, an arrogant show of dominance that earned her Picture of the Day honors at FAWN.com the next morning.
The lack of response from the insensate blonde stifled Brewster’s enjoyment the tiniest bit, so rather than run the risk of boring herself she pushed off and stood over the blood spattered battler. “I’ve fed well tonight, Meggerz Fletcher. Hunger shouldn’t be an issue for quite a while and yet one can never know when the urge for a midnight snack might arise. So if you don’t mind, I’ll take your bib.” Meggerz was in no condition to stop her, which was why Adelaide took such great pleasure in peeling the blonde’s tank-top over her head.
Reduced to sports bra and hot pants, Fletcher groaned softly under the weight of Adelaide’s boot on her tits, but the real anger didn’t come until later, when she saw footage of the brunette mashing the discarded garment in her defenseless face. But by then Adelaide was long gone. And Meggerz could only wait and plot strategy in anticipation of her next race with this particular devil.
