Post by alyadmirer on Apr 7, 2017 3:17:57 GMT
Unlike everyone else working this show tonight, Sidney Duffy knew exactly the best spot from which to watch a match.
Whereas all the other girls appearing tonight were performing in this venue for the first time, Sidney had graced that ring every last Thursday of the month for the last 6 years. In that time, she had come to know the building like her very own childhood home. Which is why she currently resided in a place the she had dubbed “the crow’s nest”, which gave her an eagle… well, crow’s eye view of all the action going on in the ring…
… which, now, did NOT please her too much.
Inside the ring, a supremely confident Eden Isherwood settled into a seated straddle of Casey Newsome’s belly, her right hand falling to press against the demolished brunette’s chest. Her left hand, meanwhile, rose into the sky, her fingers poised to count along as the ref slaps off the…
ONE…
TWO…
THREENOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Isherwood’s fingers slid inside the neckline of Casey’s one piece as the blonde clinches her fist, pulling the limp brunette off the mat before Eden’s victory could be made official.
“WHAT THE HELL, EDEN?” the referee demanded to know.
“B!tch said she’d never quit,” replied with a sadistic smile. “I’m gonna make her eat her words.”
“Oh, you Gawd damned bytch,” Duffy muttered, under her breath. Contrary to any expectation she had going into tonight, she had formed something of a personal connection to the action going on in the ring, and had emotionally invested in Casey Newsome’s performance. Though, as good as the young brunette no doubt had to be to earn this audition, that connection wasn’t due to anything Newsome herself had done…
No, Casey Newsome reminded Sidney of her older sister.
Even the name, Casey, was close to Carrie’s. They were about the same height and build, both possessing long, dark hair and beautiful brown eyes. Carrie had even been just about Casey’s apparent age, the last time Duffy had seen her…
13 years ago.
That night, the sisters had gone out to celebrate Carrie’s being booked for her first profession wrestling match—incidentally, scheduled for this very building. While Carrie was a fresh faced 19-year-old, fresh out of wrestling school, Sidney was a 14-year-old high school freshman, class president and aspiring criminal defense attorney. Both had gone out for a night of pizza and bowling, and had taken care of the first part when, on the way to the bowling alley, some drunk asshole ran a red light and PLOWED into the passenger side of Carrie’s car. The next thing Sidney remembered was waking up in the hospital, some 13 hours later…
… and some 13 hours after Carrie Duffy had been pronounced dead.
After about a week in the hospital and a few months of intense physical therapy, Sidney Duffy no longer wanted to be an attorney. She wanted to be the wrestler Carrie Duffy had been denied the chance to be.
As the egotistical blonde baller scraped her opponent’s deadweight off the canvas and began setting her up for some sort of vertical suplex, Duffy started to turn away, unable to endure any more of this beatdown than Newsome could. Besides, she needed to get into position for her own match, which was due to start whenever Isherwood decided to stop playing with her meal…
… WHEN CASEY ROLLED EDEN INTO A SMALL PACKAGE!!!
As the crowd jumped to their feet, Sidney charged to the railing, clutching it tightly with both hands as she peered over for an ever better look.
ONE…
“Come on, girl,” Duffy whispered, her knuckles losing a little more color as her fingers clenched tighter…
TWO…
“Come onnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn…” she repeatedly, drawing in a deep breath and closing her eyes. After all, her ears could be counted on to tell her all she needed to know in just a moment…
THREE!!!!!!!!!!!!!
As the FAWNatics exploded deafening cheers and pandemonium, Sidney let out a long exhale, her lips beginning to form a relaxed smile. Maybe Carrie was here tonight? Maybe she had given this girl, who reminded Sidney so much of her, the assist she had needed?
And if she had helped Casey, then surely, she could be counted on to have Sidney’s back…
***
“Ladies and gentleman,” the announcer remarks, taking a step toward the middle of the ring, “your next contest is scheduled for one fall, with a 15-minute time limit, and is your FINAL Proving Ground match for the evening. Again, ladies and gentlemen, the winner of this contest will secure for herself a FAWN contract. Introducing first, from Sacramento, California…”
The locals absolutely do not miss their cue, interrupting the man in the tuxedo with a mighty roar that causes the referee to bring his hands up to his ears. How much of that is due to being deafened and how much is his playing with the crowd and egging them on is hard to judge.
When the roar finally starts to fade, the announcer resumes, “She stand five feet seven inches tall and weighs in tonight at one hundred and thirty-eight pounds, ladies and gentlemen, you know what to do. Give it up for… SIIIDDD… “THHHEEE KIIIDDD”… DUUUFFFFFFYYY!!!!!
SID “THE KID” DUFFY:
”COULD HAVE BEEN ME”:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=FATKhkXsp-0
The FAWNatics could not have possibly provided a warmer welcome as the Struts’ “Could Have Been Me” begins to play over the public address system. Sidney uses both hands to throw the curtains open before stepping through, her arrival prompting ANOTHER burst of deafening applause and cheers from the capacity crowd. Even without the looks, she is the sort practically guaranteed to inspire adoration in a paying crowd: her light brown eyes capable of charming the most detached cynic and her bright smile capable of thawing the iciest of hearts, her incredibly pleasing figure thoroughly complimented by a simple yet classic fog grey one piece, currently underneath a traditional white ring jacket, accompanied by white pads and wrestling boots. Her long blonde hair is pulled into a ponytail, secured by a slightly oversized, fluffy white scrunchy.
But the fact is, she IS local. These fans have spent the last 6 years watching Sidney fight and grow in this ring, kicking ass and occasionally having hers handed to her—though with ever diminishing frequency, it should be said. And it went both ways: as Sid sprints down the ramp, there is barely a face along either railing that she doesn’t recognize, that she hasn’t sold an 8x10 to or posed for a picture with. And that includes a 16-year-old redheaded girl who always sat near the right side ringpost nearest the ramp, ready to greet Duffy with a raised hand…
… only tonight, that hand remained at her side.
Sid stops in her tracks after making the turn at ringside, but even with no hand raised to meet hers, she doesn’t lower her arm. “You gonna leave me hangin’, Bessie?” Duffy asks, eyebrow arched in pained confusion.
“If you’re gonna be leaving us,” the youngster replies, “I think I’m gonna need more than a high five.”
“Heeeeeyyy,” Sid chides her gently, leaning over the railing and pulling the girl into a supportive hug. Holding her fan tight, Duffy whispers into her ear, “Look, either tonight I go to FAWN or I don’t, but let’s get one thing straight: I am NEVER leaving here.” Giving Bessie a final, parting squeeze, Duffy pulls back and musses her fan’s hair. “Anywhere I go in the business; don’t you dare think that I’m not taking EACH and EVERY one of you with me.”
When finally, her young fan starts to smile, Sid nods in reassurance before turning and sprinting toward the far ringpost. Jumping from the floor, Duffy lands on one knee on the apron, her back to the steel beam. Climbing to her feet, the curvy blonde slips her right leg through the ropes and starts to swing her upper body through the cables… only to stop midway and withdraw, taking a seat on the middle rope—at which point, the crowd begins to chant, “SID! SID! SID!” For the first couple of choruses, Duffy simply nods along, but then she begins to pump a fist in time with the chant, which simply increases their volume. Finally, the hometown girl pulls her way into the ring, quickly swiveling toward the near corner and hoping onto the middle buckle. Again, Duffy pumps her fist in time with the crowd…
“SID! SID! SID!!!”
Once the din begins to fade, the announcer raises his microphone. “And her opponent… Hailing from Oahu, Hawaii, she stands five feet seven inches tall and tips the scales tonight at one hundred and thirty-one breathtaking pounds… Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome... “BREATHTAKING”… BEEELLLIIINNNDDDAAA BRRROOOOOOKKKSSS!!!!!”
BELINDA BROOKS:
”BLACK HONEY”:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=9Ec6pu6ze08
With just about every one of the newcomers tonight, the FAWNatics had at least done them the courtesy of giving them a first look before deciding whether or not to boo. But against Sid “the Kid” Duffy, in HER yard? Yeah, that wasn’t happening. Even before Thrice’s “Black Honey” begins to play over the speakers, the crowd begins to boo and jeer. But, for several seconds, the curtain at the top of the ramp remains undisturbed…
***
Muttering under his breath, Eddie “Pops” Gabor marched with purpose toward Belinda’s dressing room. The long-suffering senior coordinator of house shows hadn’t been particularly pleased when this whole “Proving Ground” concept when it had been pitched. A spot on the FAWN roster wasn’t something to be simply given away to the winner of a match, it needed to be earned by a resume of accomplishment, and by someone who clearly appreciated it.
And someone who to be summoned to the ring clearly did NOT appreciate the opportunity knocking on her door.
KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK!
“Ms. Brooks?”
No answer.
“Ms. Brooks, you’re on,” Eddie repeated, still to be met by silence. He gave the doorknob an experimental turn, and sure enough, it turned. Cautiously, he pushed the door open and peered inside…
… and found a young woman, in her ring gear at least, dancing without a care in the middle of the room, a pair of wireless headphones covering her ears.
Eddie rolled his eyes in disgust, especially once he noticed her eyes were closed, even before her gyrations turned her back in his direction. Approaching her, Gabor reached out and tapped Belinda’s shoulder…
And suddenly, the blonde was a purple and gold blur, wheeling around almost too fast for the 50-year-old man to process. But, almost as quickly, the blur was replaced by darkness when Brooks grabbed two handfuls of salt and pepper hair and STUFFED Eddie’s face into her cleavage! At first, Pops was stunned into paralysis, unable to react. And then, of course, there was the consideration of WHERE he currently found himself not being particularly unpleasant for a straight, red blooded American male… at first. Also, naturally, Eddie figured that once Belinda realized he wasn’t some other woman trying to jump her, she would let go.
Belinda wasn’t letting go.
Not wanting to hit a woman, Eddie pressed his hands against the blonde’s stomach and pushed with all his might, but by Gawd, Brooks’ grip would not be broken! Finally, instinct took over, transforming pushes to slaps, and then even to punches… but by this point, Belinda’s impressive bosom had sapped so much of whatever physical strength the 50-year-old started out with that they made little difference. Only once Belinda felt her own breath catch in her throat did she grant Eddie his freedom, sending him staggering away with a push. Gabor’s legs buckled, and he tripped over his own two feet, crashing to his ass and leaning against the wall, staring up at Brooks with blank eyes and greased features.
“Ohhhh,” the youthful blonde asked with a smile, taking off her headphones, “match time?”
Eddie managed a particularly feeble nod.
“Thanks for letting me know,” Belinda said, giving the top of Gabor’s head a quick pat. “You’re a peach!”
***
Finally, Brooks emerges onto the ramp. Without a FAWNtron, the crowd are none the wiser about the cause of the delay, but they have lost NONE of their volume or any of the passion with which they jeer this brat. Belinda doesn’t so much walk or even jog to the ring as she does struts toward it, her tardiness doing nothing to hasten her approach. Tonight, the voluptuous young blonde’s battle gear is a violet one piece, the neckline scooped to an extent to display the maximum amount of cleavage possible and to allow the garment to preserve whatever modesty Belinda might have. The undercarriage portion minds no such limitations, baring about as much cheek as possible without being a proper thong. Her knees and elbows sport white pads. Her wrists and ankles are wrapped in neon green athletic tape.
And her feet are bare.
By the time Brooks reaches ringside, Sid Duffy has had enough waiting. Taking a seat on the middle rope, directly in front of the approaching blonde, the hometown heroine uses one hand to push up on the top rope, while waving Belinda into the ring with the other. Brooks comes to a halt, regarding the invitation for a moment, but then she waves the older blonde back. Sidney doesn’t retreat, at least not until the referee steps in and ushers her away from the ropes—earning his own chorus of boos in the process. Once Duffy has been guided back to mid-ring, Brooks climbs onto the apron and turns her back to the ropes—and to Sid. Reaching back, she grabs the top rope with both hands and leans forward, her left foot rising up until her toes curl around the underside of the rubber coated steel middle cable, Belinda treating one extremely fortunate side of the crowd to a marvelous view of her cleavage…
Certainly for THOSE fans, it’s not hard to understand how she earned the moniker of “Breathtaking.”
Once Belinda enters the ring, the official inspects both competitors, and without finding anything untoward, he signals for the bell. Duffy and Brooks quickly move out of the corner, each blonde eying the other as they begin to circle. Both women appear SO well matched: same hair color, same height, Sid perhaps a little sturdier, Belinda possibly a bit more buxom—not that Duffy’s in any way hurting on that score. After about three passes, Brooks snaps to a halt, slinging her left hand behind her back and offering out her right. “Good luck, Sid,” the Hawaiian blonde says. “You’re gonna need it.”
Almost instantly, the FAWNatics respond with conflicting shouts, which ranged from a simple “Nooo!” all the way to “For the love of Gawd, don’t frikkin’ do it!” Sidney, however, regards the hand with skepticism, but that doesn’t stop the hometown heroine from extending her hand. Juuuuuust before their hands meet, Brooks pulls her back, while her other hand flashes upward to deliver an eye rake…
… but before the younger blonde’s talons can find their targets, the local girl plucking that wrist out of the air and dipping around behind Belinda. Locking on a tight hammerlock, Duffy hisses into her opponent’s ear, “Think you can punk me in my own damn house?” Breaking the hammerlock, Sidney steps to Brooks’ left flank, reaching up to pull her foe into a tight side headlock. “Sorry, babe, but that sh!t’s not gonna fly around herrrrraaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh…”
The cry of pain is the first indication of something amiss. It is promptly followed by the Kid’s head beginning to tilt back. The official slides to get a look behind Sidney’s back, and sure enough, Belinda is yanking down on Duffy’s ponytail. “GET OFF THE HAIR, BELINDA!” the ref barks, and when she doesn’t comply, he starts to count…
“ONE!
TWO!!
THREE!!!
FOUR!!!!”
Brooks releases the hairpull, her efforts going for naught as Duffy’s side headlock remains in place. Changing her approach, the younger blonde wraps her arms around Sidney’s waist and, gradually, forces the Kid into the ropes. With the aid of the ropes, Belinda forces her way out of the side headlock and sends Sid sprinting toward the far ropes. Taking a couple of strides toward the middle of the ring to meet her opponent, Brooks drops a shoulder and braces herself…
… but when blonde meets blonde, it is BELINDA who ends up knocked flat on her ass by Sidney’s shoulder.
Brooks can only blink, looking up in surprise at her opponent, Duffy rooted to her spot like a statue—albeit a statue sporting an EXTREMELY satisfied smile. “Oh yeah?” the Breathtaking One asks, scrambling to her feet and then pivoting to rush into the ropes. What then transpires is a mirror image of moments ago, with Belinda racing toward a situated Duffy, both beauties braced for impact…
… until, AGAIN, Belinda gets dropped flat on her ass! MUCH to the delight of the FAWNatics, it must be said.
“Wanna go for three?” the Kid asks with a smirk, causing a frustrated Brooks to slap the mat, hard. Pushing to her feet, the younger blonde does NOT take Duffy up on her offer. Instead, she lunges forward, tying up with the hometown heroine in a collar and elbow. And, after a few seconds worth of jostling for position, the Breathtaking One manages to trap Sidney in a tight side headlock. But then, almost immediately, Belinda’s head abruptly tilts back as she begins to shout, “HAIR! HAIR! REF, HAIR!!!!!”
The official shuffles around to get a good look behind the Breathtaking One… only to see Brooks’ flaxen locks falling toward the floor, hanging free and unmolested.
“AGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHUUUUUUUUUUUUHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!” Duffy screams, snapping the official out of his confusion. He adjusts his position again, just in time to see Belinda’s fingers withdrawing from Sidney’s eyes.
“Really, Belinda?” the referee asks.
“I’m sure I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Brooks replies, using a snapmare to deposit the older blonde on her rump. Brooks drops to a knee behind Sid, planting the other directly between her shoulderblades before Belinda uses a hand to nudge Sid’s ponytail over her right shoulder. Belinda’s other hand reaches over Duffy’s left shoulder to grab her ponytail and pull it back, doing her damnedest to throttle the life out of the Kid with her own locks.
“SERIOUSLY, COME ON!!!” the ref sighs in exasperation. “ONE!
TWO!!
THREE!!!
FOUR!!!!”
Belinda tosses away Sidney’s ponytail, her hands rising to rendezvous under the homegrown star’s jaw, fingers lacing together to create a chinlock. “What do you say, Sidney?” the referee asks.
Duffy manages to inject a little derision into her groan as Belinda cranks back on her noggin. “Has anyone in the history of wrestling EVER submitted to a chinluuuuummmmMMMMMPPPPPHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!”
Unnoticed by anyone until it was too late, Brooks’ joined hands had slid upward, over the Kid’s chin, until the younger blonde pulls them TIGHT against Sidney’s lips—not only shutting the older, slightly bigger blonde up but also doing an admirable job of cutting off her air, smothering her. Duffy’s only air comes to her via what manages to slip through the slight gap between Belinda’s fingers and her nostrils. Her eyes snapping open wide, Sidney’s hands fly to the younger blonde’s wrists, straining to pry them loose.
It takes several seconds, but eventually Duffy manages to create some separation between Belinda’s hands and her mouth. But the hometown heroine had been so preoccupied trying to break the smother, she had never felt Brooks’ knee pull away from her back. She DOES, however, feel the younger blonde’s strong gams constrict around her waist, Belinda cinching in a tight bodyscissors. With the scissors locked in, Brooks finally appears content to give up on the hand smother—and Sidney is content to let her, so that as Belinda begins to push her hindquarters off the canvas, she can use her elbows to dig into the muscle of the youngster’s inner thighs. While Duffy doesn’t succeed in breaking the scissors with her elbows, she does at least manage to loosen them enough to allow the bigger blonde to roll to her knees—facing Belinda.
And once she was facing Belinda, Sidney’s fists manage to succeed where her elbows had failed, a plethora of blows finally convincing the Breathtaking One to relinquish her scissors and scoot into reverse. “Nuh uh,” Duffy pants, shaking her head as she pushes to her feet. “Bring your ass back here.” Snatching a handful of blonde locks, the Kid tugs Belinda to her feet before she claims a wrist and starts to…
“NYUH UH!” Brooks parrots, digging in her heels and reversing the attempted Irish whip. As Sidney rebounds off the cables, the Breathtaking One takes a step forward and sinks into a slight crouch, ready to…
“YUH HUH!!!” Sidney bellows, leaping into the air and CRASHING into Brooks with the Thesz Press.
THESZ PRESS:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=KpEwuPjl6eM
“Open those fists, Sid,” the referee chides as Duffy lands punch after punch after punch. When she at last relents, Sid jumps to her feet, yanking Brooks up as well and whipping her into the near corner. Belinda manages to turn into the impact, but…
“GYYYUUUUHHHHH!!!!!!”
… the Breathtaking One lets out a moan as her shapely legs shimmy and give way, sending the younger blonde dropping to a seat in the corner—just where Sidney wanted her. Charging in, Duffy jumps into the air. She doesn’t get much in the way of elevation, but she doesn’t need much consider her target is the downed Belinda’s upper chest. The Kid bounces away from the impact, landing on her feet and backpedaling toward center ring—only to sprint in and land a second running double knees the Brooks’ sternum.
RUNNING DOUBLE KNEES:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=uY79tOzIEXs
“You okay down there?” a grinning Duffy asks, hauling Belinda up before pressing her back against the buckles. Slipping the Breathtaking One’s arms over the top rope, Sid climbs onto the middle rope, raising a clinched fist above her head. The older blonde gives the crowd a brief moment to digest the import of the moment before asking them, “READY?”
When the FAWNatics respond in the affirmative, the Kid treats Belinda to another round of closed fists, only this time with the crowd counting along…
“ONE!
TWO!!
THREE!!!
FOUR!!!!
FIVE!!!!!
SIX!!!!!!
SEVEN!!!!!!!
EIGH…”
That eighth punch finds its mark, but the bulk of the crowd aborts their running tally when Belinda’s arms wrap around Sidney’s thighs and lift her from her perch. Duffy manages to land two more punches, but neither succeeds in stopping the Breathtaking One from dropping to one knee and DRIVING the Kid down across her posted thigh, crotch first. Duffy yelps as she bounces away from the inverted atomic drop, staggering away on tippy toes before her quaking legs turn her back toward Brooks…
… who greets the older blonde with a thumb jab to the throat.
“GLLUUUNNNGGGHHHH!!!!!” Sidney gurgles, stumbling backward, her hands flying toward her throat. Belinda intercepts one of them, setting her feet and LAUNCHING Duffy into the near corner with a massive Irish whip. The distance is too short and the speed at which she’s traveling both prove too great to allow the Kid to swivel her body, and so her belly and bosom are what SLAM into the turnbuckles, a mere fraction of a second before Belinda’s curvaceous frame BLASTS into hers at full speed, the hometown heroine made the filling of a Sid the Kid sammich. Brooks takes a step back, allowing a gasping Duffy to pull herself out of the corner along the ropes…
… but only for a step. Roughly grabbing the back of Sidney’s head, the Breathtaking One forces her opponent’s eyes down across the rubber coated steel of the top rope, and bearing down with all her might, she slowly DRAAAAAGS Duffy toward the middle of the ropes—the Kid shrieking in agony every step of the way. Arriving at their destination, Brooks turns the homegrown star’s back against the cables and presses her into the ropes. Sid’s right hand instinctively moves toward her enflamed eyes, but Belinda pulls that wing away, threading over the top rope. When Duffy’s left hand tries to do the same, Brooks does likewise with it—and then, the Breathtaking One pulls the middle cable up and over the top, locking Sidney’s biceps between the two taut, reversed cables. “Think it might be time you Learn the Ropes, sweetie…” Belinda purrs with menace, slowly wrapping her fingers around Duffy’s throat…
… and begins to squeeze.
Right away, the Kid’s eyes start to bulge, her cheeks darkening as Belinda keeps increasing the pressure. The Breathtaking One takes a step back, attempting to use her reach to complicate any efforts by Sid to kick or knee her way to freedom. But, thanks to being bound in the ropes, Sidney had means other than herself to secure her freedom. “LET HER OUT OF THE ROPES, BROOKS!” the official orders, but Belinda simply keeps choking away…
“ONE!
TWO!!
THREE!!!
FOUR!!!!”
Belinda pulls away her hands raising them overhead as she straightens up, an alarmingly cherubic smile gracing her features given the circumstances. Unfortunately for Sidney, before the ref can step in to start untying her, Brooks saunters in alongside. Lacing her near arm over Duffy’s shoulder, much like one might with a close confidant, the younger blonde’s OTHER arm reaches across her chest, Belinda’s palm slipping over and pressing tight against the Kid’s mouth and nostrils. Barely having recovered any from the blatant choke, Duffy’s eyes grow wider—and more fearful—her feet begin to kick frantically, but the fail to land anything more than glancing blows to the Breathtaking One.
“DAMMIT, BELINDA!” the ref barks. “LET HER GO!”
Brooks response to the official comes in the form of an extended tongue.
“ONE!
TWO!!
THREE!!!
FOUR!!!!”
Belinda yanks her hand away, allowing Sid to take in a LOUD exhale as her legs buckle, sending the Kid slumping toward her knees. In the next instant, Brooks pivots to face her prey and, with two helpings of hair, SHOVES Sidney’s face DEEEEEEEEEEEEP into her cleavage!
“FOR CRYING OUT LOUD!” the hapless zebra wails. “ONE!
TWO!!
THREE!!!
FOUR!!!!”
Again, the Breathtaking One throws her hands into the air—and, finally, the younger blonde retreats, allowing the referee to step in and extricate a rasping, wheezing Duffy from the ropes. On quaking legs, the newly freed Sidney staggers away from the cables, Belinda stepping to the side to clear her path…
… only as soon as the Kid stumbles past, Belinda shoots in behind her, practically gluing herself to the older blonde’s back as her arms slip around Sidney’s waist. Joining her two hands into one fist, Brooks JAMS that combined fist into Sidney’s navel as she constricts her arms, squeezing hard enough to lift Duffy momentarily off her feet. Now, in some instances, the reverse bearhug could be less damaging than the traditional one, for instead of having her ribcage pulled into and crushed against her attackers, Sidney’s chest is currently free to heave with each attempt by Sid to replenish her air supply. Alas, that limited freedom is mitigated by the expert manner in which Belinda griiiinds and drives her merged fist into Duffy’s belly button.
“You hangin’ in there, Sid?” the ref asks, but she doesn’t answer him. She instead directs her efforts into swing an elbow back and overhead. The first couple of attempts connect mostly with air, but a third catches Brooks in the temple, prompting a groan from the curvy blonde… but little more. Another elbow, however, loosens the embrace, before a final fifth frees Duffy from the bearhug. Sid allows herself a deep breath before whipping around and…
“AGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!”
Belinda goes back to the eyes, which sends Sidney spinning back from whence she had come. Placing a hand on the older blonde’s shoulder, the Breathtaking One turns Duffy back toward her before dipping and threading an arm through the Kid’s thighs. With a small grunt, Brooks gets the hometown heroine up onto her shoulders. Feeling herself just a bit, a beaming Belinda turns to face each side of the audience—and each section of the crowd grows a little more ballistic than the last. On the last turn, Brooks gives Sid’s tush a possessive pat before…
… Sid starts smashing elbows into Belinda’s skull. Again and again, the Kid’s elbow makes solid contact, the fourth shot allowing the older blonde to wriggle out the backdoor. Reaching around to grab Belinda’s chin, Duffy springs back into the air, drawing up her knees and pressing them against the Breathtaking One’s shoulderblades before she falls back, connecting with a savage lungblower that sends the younger blonde flopping to her belly before she tumbles away. Rather than scramble to her feet, Duffy scoots over to her and pulls Brooks up to a seated position. Taking her opponent’s wrists, Sid pulls back on both arms as she rocks to her back, raising her legs outside of Belinda’s ensnared limbs and crossing her ankles behind Brooks’ noggin.
LOTUS LOCK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=K5CGS_25qzc
The lotus lock has a pretty instantaneous effect on Belinda’s demeanor, putting an anguished scowl on the mewling blonde’s face, her left foot kicking at the mat. “How about it, Belinda?” the official asks, almost simultaneously with Sid’s legion of fans here in Sacramento beginning to chant, “TAP! TAP! TAP!” Clearly, the lotus lock inflicts a tremendous amount of pain, considering the Hawaiian blonde doesn’t offer any sort of mouthy retort. She just shakes her head, scooting her butt forward, stretching out her legs…
… and hooking her feet around the bottom rope.
The crowd groans, but Sid breaks the hold without much prodding from the referee. Rising, the older blonde yanks her foe up by the hair, then reaches her left arm across Brooks’ ample chest. Nudging her head underneath the Breathtaking One’s left arm, the Kid’s left hand reaches down and scoops up Belinda’s left leg. Looking up to a red-lining crowd, Duffy calls out, “GONNA BE A…”
The Sac-Town FAWNatics fill in the blank. “DETONATION!”
DETONATION:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=L1cAb9ZfRPg
Sidney pops her hips, hoisting the younger blonde aloft and swinging her overhead, her variation of the Exploder suplex SLAMMING Belinda’s back into the canvas. To her credit, the Breathtaking One manages to bounce back to her feet fairly quickly—perhaps even aided in so doing by her impact with the mat—but her gait is noticeably wobbly even as she charges the Kid. Duffy ducks under Brooks’ sweeping arms, catching her opponent around the midsection and lifting her into the air. Sid then swiftly takes a knee, connecting with an inverted atomic drop that lifts the younger blonde up onto her tippy toes and freezes her there. Rising up, the Kid locks on arm around Belinda’s neck, kicks out a leg, and snaps off a BRUTAL DDT to complete the Duffy Double. With the Breathtaking One left starfished, Sid rolls over and applies the cover, hooking a leg for the…
DUFFY DOUBLE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=HF5_i7aRBwc
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Brooks gets a shoulder up.
“Alright,” Sidney says, picking herself off the mat and peeling Belinda up as well, “time to take this chick for a SpiiIIIIIAAAYYYYYYYYYEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” The crowd may have been ready to see Belinda Brooks become the latest victim of the Sid Spin, but the Breathtaking One herself has little interest in partaking in Duffy’s finisher, instead going back to—you guessed it—the eyes with a rake of her nails. As the blinded older blonde staggers past her, Brooks grabs a handful of hair and drags her opponent into the near corner. There, she begins introducing Sidney’s face to the top turnbuckle, which she does with tremendous enthusiasm. But after the third smash of Duffy’s mug into the leather padding, Belinda looks up in anger.
“WHAT?” the bratty blonde shouts. “YOU’LL COUNT HER OFF BUT NOT ME
”
Most of the crowd answers the Breathtaking One with derisive jeers and whistles, but a handful of heel marks begin counting along as Brooks SLAMS Duffy’s face into the top turnbuckle seven more times, making for a total of ten. Belinda turns a rubber legged Sidney’s back to the buckles and prances out to the middle of the ring, then turns and charges back into the corner. Most in the audience expect the curvy blonde to go for a splash, but instead Brooks turns her body as she mounts the middle rope, her hindquarters directly in front of Sidney’s bewildered features…
Bewilderment turns into a fleeting glimpse of disgust, before the Kid’s mug is completely enveloped by Belinda’s backside. Rocking back, Brooks smirks as she sweeps her hips side to side, again receiving a hearty chorus of boos—but with, perhaps, a slightly larger compliment of cheers mixed in. Belinda ends the assault by leaving the corner with a forward roll—or perhaps it would be more accurate to say she ends the first stage of the assault. Pivoting back toward the corner, Belinda sprints in, leaving her feet and wheeling around to SLAM her rump into Duffy’s chest, an impact which sends Brooks skipping back toward center ring and drops the Kid to a seat in the corner. The Breathtaking One charges in one last time, diving forward and launching her ass toward Sidney’s face and chest with a cannonball to complete her Wrecking Ball.
WRECKING BALL:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=zF70LM2b3RE
Getting to her feet, now firmly in control, the younger blonde elects to revel in her dominance, grabbing hold of Duffy’s ponytail and using it to lead Sid, on her hands and knees, out of the corner. Tugging the older blonde up off the deck, Brooks takes a step toward her foe, slipping her left leg around and behind Sidney’s left stem. Sweeping her upper body around the Kid’s back, the Breathtaking One hooks the Kid’s right arm with her left, trapping the more experienced blonde in an abdominal stretch. Dropping to one knee in front of the mewling Duffy, the official asks, “What do you say, Sid?”
It's Belinda who actually answers. “Oh, she’s not gonna be saying much…”
The reason for that becomes apparent when Brooks places her free right hand over Sidney’s mouth, the younger blonde pressing her thumb toward the outside of her index finger to pinch Duffy’s nose shut as well! Under normal circumstances, breathing freely was not the easiest of tasks while folded over in a well-executed ab stretch. But now, she couldn’t breathe all, panicked eyes darting side to side as she writhes within the human shackles of “Breathtaking” Belinda Brooks…
Alas, Sid is powerless to escape, and it isn’t long before the older blonde’s eyes begin to dull, her eyelids starting to flutter. Only an act of mercy momentarily saves Duffy, when Belinda elects to break the hold on her own and to whip the Kid into the far corner. As the hometown heroine’s arms flop over the top rope, Brooks races in toward her, intent on crushing a little more fight out of the bigger blonde with a splash… but, dazed though she might be, the Kid manages to lift a leg, her heel catching the Breathtaking One under the chin and snapping her head backward. Wheeling away from the impact, Belinda staggers away, stumbling in a drunken semi-circle toward the center of the ring. “Mhhh jhhhhwwww…” Belinda moans, her hand under her chin, pressing her mouth shut. “Thhhnnk ittt’s brrrrkknnn…”
Just as the referee turns toward Brooks, intending to check the condition of the Breathtaking One’s jaw, Sidney—who had not been able to hear the younger blonde over the roar of her supporters—BLASTS out of the corner, lowering her shoulder as she approaches her foe. Suddenly, Belinda pulls her hand away from her mouth and, with BOTH hands, grabs the zebra by the shoulders. Taking a quick step back, she YANKS the referee into the path of the spear Duffy had intended for her! The impact folds the referee over Sidney’s shoulder, the older blonde unable to pull up short. Instead, she drives the ref to the mat, her fans groaning at this latest misfortune…
Sidney bounces up, her hands flying to her horrified features as she backpedals away from the wreckage of the referee. The moment her hands begin to pull away, however, another hand grabs her shoulder, roughly spinning her around. Stepping in closer, Belinda slips her arms up and under Duffy’s, the younger blonde’s hands slipping back across the Kid’s face—and, once again, pressing themselves in tight against Sid’s nose and mouth, the slightly bigger blonde now locked in what might best be described as an inverted full nelson!
“Just us girls now, babe,” Brooks grins, her own eyes fluttering shut for a moment. And as Sidney’s desperate efforts to find SOME air tug at the Breathtaking One’s palms, Belinda almost succeeds in stifling a moan of pleasure. Duffy’s arms flail above her head, trapped, helpless. It’s only a matter of seconds before the older blonde starts to slump to her knees…
… but Brooks drops her hips for just a moment, only to allow her to propel Duffy’s body into the air. Dropping her hands from Sid’s mouth to catch her foe’s thighs, Belinda sits out, DRIVING the Kid into the canvas between her parted stems with a sitout spinebuster!
GAS MASK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=hP5_7VBUR0c
Climbing to her feet, Brooks takes one of Sidney’s wrists and drags the limp, lifeless blonde to the near corner. With Duffy left spread-eagled and JUST where the Breathtaking One wanted her, Belinda mounts the middle rope, her back to her opponent. Grabbing the top rope with both hands, the younger woman begins to bounce up and down on the rubber coated steel, building up force for her descent. “REALLY,” she asks the jeering FAWNatics, “SHOULDN’T YOU BE THANKING ME? AFTER ALL, I’M GONNA MAKE SURE YOUR GIRL HERE KEEPS HER ASS WHERE IT BELONGS!”
The audience does NOT see it Brooks’ way, their boos growing louder. But as Belinda jumps back and lays out, jeers turned first to alarmed cries as the Breathtaking One descends toward a prone Sidney…
BREATHTAKING BOMB:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=9YAMcTtVQUo
… and then to rapturous cheers when the Kid, possibly acting on instinct alone, manages to draw her knees up to her chest! It’s now BROOKS who is left sputtering and gasping for air as she bounces off Duffy’s bony joints, flopping to her back and hugging her tummy, Belinda’s knees rising as her bare feet kick at the air. It takes Sidney a moment, but soon a coughing Duffy struggles up to a seated position…
When her gaze finds the downed blonde, Sidney pushes her way up to one knee, her chest heaving with each breath she takes. But as her breathing starts to level out, the Kid’s hands rise up, reaching behind her head and working at her scrunchy. In a matter of moments, Sidney frees her ponytail from its confines, an act which tells the locals that, at long last tonight, the Kid means business! Marching over to a still rasping Brooks, Duffy hairhauls the younger blonde off the deck before launching her toward the ropes with an Irish whip.
As the Breathtaking One hurtles back toward her, Sidney takes a small side step, which allows her to scoop the slightly smaller blonde off her feet. She swings Belinda heavenward, until the younger girl’s legs fall over her shoulder, the buxom Brooks left staring down at the mat—at which point, the Kid hops into the air, sitting out and DRIVING Belinda to the canvas, face and chest first between her parted stems.
TILT-A-WHIRL SITOUT GOURDBUSTER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=r5tcOIaB8D8
Flipping Belinda over to her back, Sidney climbs to her feet, taking possession of the younger blonde’s legs. Stuffing Belinda’s right foot into the pit of her left knee, Duffy folds that gam to trap the foot in place, then takes a step backward, rolling the Breathtaking One back to her chest. As she does so, the Kid leans forward, pressing down on her opponent’s stems and forcing Belinda’s spin to curl in the exact opposite direction from any way nature had ever intended. The Duff Clutch snaps Brooks out of her stupor, Belinda pressing up onto her elbows and screaming at the top of her lungs. But as loudly as the agonized woman in the ring might shriek, the crowd is even louder, having personally witnessed Sid wring a submission out of many a woman with this hold…
DUFF CLUTCH:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=hPHttH4BXpg
Digging her elbows into the mat, Brooks starts to drag herself toward the ropes, her progress both agonizing and halting… and then altogether nonexistent when the Kid pulls her back toward mid-ring! “GYYYYYYYYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” Belinda wails, in both agony and heartache, forced to reclaim all the progress she had lost…
… and she only manages one stride before her hand starts frantically slapping at the mat.
The audience goes absolutely apesh!t, loud enough to drown out any bell as Sid releases the Duff Clutch. Instantly overcome by emotion, the Kid steps back and doubles over, adrenaline giving way to exhaustion. Unable to straighten up for the moment, Sidney still manages to look up and blow a kiss heavenward for her precious sister as she waits for the referee to raise her hand…
… and waits…
… and waits.
Scowling in confusion, Sid looks around… and finds the official STILL laid out, thanks to her own spear that had gone awry. Incredulous that a grown ass man could STILL be down from that, Duffy lumbers over to him on unsteady legs. And with the audience so intent on seeing Sidney claim her rightful victory, only a handful of people in the entire building notice as a moaning Belinda rolls to her side…
… and even fewer notice the younger blonde’s hand slip inside the neckline of her suit.
Leaning over the splattered zebra, Sidney grabs his shoulders, shaking him vigorously. “C’mon…” she mutters, then repeats a bit more forcefully. “C’MON, BUD! YOU’VE GOT A JOB TO DO!”
“Nyyyyyuuuuuuunnnnhhhh…” the ref finally groans, struggling to sit up. “I… I’m alright,” he manages to pant. “Worry… worry about her…”
“Oh, she’s not gonna be a problem much longer,” the Kid replies, turning and making her way back to the stirring Brooks. Stooping down, Sidney starts to pull her foe up…
Suddenly, Belinda’s hands FLY upward—an act which creates a sparkling cloud which flies directly into Sidney’s face, momentarily completely obscuring it from the view of the crowd. Some glitter goes directly into Duffy’s eyes, blinding her. Some glitter gets inhaled by the Kid, sucked both past her lips and into her nostrils, choking her. And still more glitter simply finds itself becoming glued to Sidney’s sweat-slick skin. A wailing, retching Duffy whips away from the remnants of the cloud, her hands instinctively flying to rub at her eyes.
Unfortunately for the Kid, Brooks wastes ZERO time in hopping onto the slightly bigger blonde’s back. Snaking her legs around Duffy’s midsection, Belinda’s arms form a noose around Sid’s neck. The combination of sleeper and bodyscissors overwhelms the gagging Kid quickly, dropping Sidney to her knees. And from there, Belinda manages to ride her foe all the way down to her stomach, using her sleeper as a steering wheel to turn Duffy’s face toward the mat. To be doubly sure her duplicity goes undetected, the Breathtaking One whips her own head back and forth, sending her long blonde locks cascading over Sidney’s noggin.
By the time the official manages to drag himself over, the Kid has stopped coughing. Or rasping.
Or even writhing.
“Sidney?” he asks.
Silence.
Reaching out, he takes Duffy’s right wrist, raising the arm aloft…
It falls ONCE…
TWICE…
THREE TIMES!!!
“That’s it!” he calls to the timekeeper’s table. “Ring the bell! It’s over!”
As loud as the crowd had been when Belinda tapped out, somehow they manage to dial it up a couple of notches further as the ring announcer breaks the bad news. “Ladies and gentlemen,” he declares, “your winner, via knockout, and the recipient of a FAWN contract… BREATHTAKING BEEELLLIIINNNDDDAAA BRRROOOOOOKKKSSS!!!!!”
It's official, but that apparently isn’t enough to convince Belinda to break the sleeper. “IT’S OVER, BELINDA!” the ref scolds her. “LET HER GO!”
The Breathtaking One just keeps squeezing.
“DON’T THINK I WON’T REVERSE IT, BROOKS!”
Belinda pays him no mind.
“ONE!
TWO!!
THREE!!!
FOUR!!!!”
“CHILL!!!!” the bratty blonde sighs, finally ending the sleeper and her scissors as she rolls to her back. “I COULDN’T HEAR YOU OVER THESE IDIOTS!” Getting to her feet, Belinda allows the official to raise her hand—he fails to notice Brooks planting her foot on the back of Sidney’s head and smooshing the snoozing blonde’s face into the mat, back and forth and side to side. At least, not until the crowd becomes even further enraged.
“My bad!” the Breathtaking One grins. Giggling in delight, she steps away from the vanquished Kid and heads to the ropes, no doubt hoping to find someone to celebrate her new job with. Meanwhile, the referee helps a groggy, barely conscious Sidney up to a seat before making his own exit. Elbows resting on her knees, head bowed, her face completely hidden behind damp blonde locks, Duffy continues to sit there, even as she becomes the ONLY person in the arena to be sitting.
EVERY member of the audience has risen to their feet, applauding the effort their beloved Kid had given. At last, Duffy manages to look up, choking back tears—but she nods in appreciation. Gingerly, Duffy rolls under the bottom rope, falling to her feet and stumbling toward the ramp…
“Hey, Sid!”
The Kid turns, her gaze meeting her fan, Bessie’s. “You’re GONNA make it to FAWN,” Bessie says. “And we’re gonna hate to see you go… but we’re gonna LOVE watching you teach that cheating b*tch a lesson.”
Duffy offers the redhead a weak smile, then resumes her way toward the aisle. Halfway up the ramp, a chant of “SID THE KID! SID THE KID!” begins to waft through the building. The battered, glistening, heartbroken but grateful blonde turns back toward the ring and toward the crowd one last time tonight, her eyes welling as she starts to bring a hand up to her lips…
“GYYYYYYYUUUUUUUUUNNNNNNNNNGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”
SOMETHING blasts into the back of Sidney’s head, knocking the exhausted beauty to her knees and leaving her ears ringing. Fingers plunge into Duffy’s hair, yanking her head back…
EDEN ISHERWOOD:
“YOU F*CKERS ARE GONNA GIVE THIS BYTCH A STANDING O?!?!?!?!?!” the blonde baller shouts, incredulous. “THIS SKANK?!?!?!?!?!”
Roughly turning the kneeling blonde to face her, Isherwood THRUSTS Sidney’s head between her thighs and clamps down with a standing headscissors. Lacing her arms around the waist of the spent blonde, Eden lets out a massive roar as she swings Duffy up across her shoulder, then shifts her hands to Sid’s wrists. From there, she pushes the Kid as high into the air as her arms will extend. Having already seen what the Rim Rocker could do in the ring, the crowd PLEADS with Eden not to employ it out on the floor…
RIM ROCKER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=2K_MbfxV7YI
… and they implore her even louder when Eden starts to charge toward the ringsteps! Isherwood ignores them, sending Sidney CRASHING into the steel with a loud ‘CLAAAANG!’, the Kid’s body impacting hard enough to dislodge the steps and send them skidding across the floor. Sauntering to the demolished blonde, Isherwood peels Duffy off the concrete and scoops her up, slinging Sid’s form across her shoulder. Duffy’s upper body hangs across Isherwood’s back, arms dangling limp as Eden pulls herself onto the apron. There, the terror of the hardcourt turns her back to the ropes, and shuffles Duffy’s body against her chest. Again, the crowd begins to beg when the towering blonde stuffs one hand into Sidney’s chest and the other to her crotch, gorilla pressing her cargo to the rafters. Surely she wouldn’t…
She would. Isherwood THRUSTS Sidney Duffy downward, not toward harsh canvas, but toward unrelenting concrete. And to the FAWNatics increasing horror, as the insensate Kid flops to her back, Eden jumps off the apron, STOMPING her boots into Sid’s tummy for a DEVASTATING And One.
AND ONE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Y05vdL5Mfmc
Duffy tumbles toward the ring, roughly half her body spilling under the ring skirt, most of the sounds of her coughs and moans absorbed underneath the ring. Mercifully, by the time Eden bounces from Sid’s belly to the floor, every referee in the back has made it to ringside. Two refs head directly to Sidney, each one dropping to a knee beside the convulsing hometown heroine as their brethren form something of a human shield between Isherwood and Duffy.
Apparently having made her point, Eden is content to retreat up the ramp. “THAT BYTCH DON’T DESERVE IT!” the blonde amazon proclaims. “I DESERVE IT!!!”
The Sacramento FAWNatics could not possibly disagree in stronger terms.
Whereas all the other girls appearing tonight were performing in this venue for the first time, Sidney had graced that ring every last Thursday of the month for the last 6 years. In that time, she had come to know the building like her very own childhood home. Which is why she currently resided in a place the she had dubbed “the crow’s nest”, which gave her an eagle… well, crow’s eye view of all the action going on in the ring…
… which, now, did NOT please her too much.
Inside the ring, a supremely confident Eden Isherwood settled into a seated straddle of Casey Newsome’s belly, her right hand falling to press against the demolished brunette’s chest. Her left hand, meanwhile, rose into the sky, her fingers poised to count along as the ref slaps off the…
ONE…
TWO…
THREENOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Isherwood’s fingers slid inside the neckline of Casey’s one piece as the blonde clinches her fist, pulling the limp brunette off the mat before Eden’s victory could be made official.
“WHAT THE HELL, EDEN?” the referee demanded to know.
“B!tch said she’d never quit,” replied with a sadistic smile. “I’m gonna make her eat her words.”
“Oh, you Gawd damned bytch,” Duffy muttered, under her breath. Contrary to any expectation she had going into tonight, she had formed something of a personal connection to the action going on in the ring, and had emotionally invested in Casey Newsome’s performance. Though, as good as the young brunette no doubt had to be to earn this audition, that connection wasn’t due to anything Newsome herself had done…
No, Casey Newsome reminded Sidney of her older sister.
Even the name, Casey, was close to Carrie’s. They were about the same height and build, both possessing long, dark hair and beautiful brown eyes. Carrie had even been just about Casey’s apparent age, the last time Duffy had seen her…
13 years ago.
That night, the sisters had gone out to celebrate Carrie’s being booked for her first profession wrestling match—incidentally, scheduled for this very building. While Carrie was a fresh faced 19-year-old, fresh out of wrestling school, Sidney was a 14-year-old high school freshman, class president and aspiring criminal defense attorney. Both had gone out for a night of pizza and bowling, and had taken care of the first part when, on the way to the bowling alley, some drunk asshole ran a red light and PLOWED into the passenger side of Carrie’s car. The next thing Sidney remembered was waking up in the hospital, some 13 hours later…
… and some 13 hours after Carrie Duffy had been pronounced dead.
After about a week in the hospital and a few months of intense physical therapy, Sidney Duffy no longer wanted to be an attorney. She wanted to be the wrestler Carrie Duffy had been denied the chance to be.
As the egotistical blonde baller scraped her opponent’s deadweight off the canvas and began setting her up for some sort of vertical suplex, Duffy started to turn away, unable to endure any more of this beatdown than Newsome could. Besides, she needed to get into position for her own match, which was due to start whenever Isherwood decided to stop playing with her meal…
… WHEN CASEY ROLLED EDEN INTO A SMALL PACKAGE!!!
As the crowd jumped to their feet, Sidney charged to the railing, clutching it tightly with both hands as she peered over for an ever better look.
ONE…
“Come on, girl,” Duffy whispered, her knuckles losing a little more color as her fingers clenched tighter…
TWO…
“Come onnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn…” she repeatedly, drawing in a deep breath and closing her eyes. After all, her ears could be counted on to tell her all she needed to know in just a moment…
THREE!!!!!!!!!!!!!
As the FAWNatics exploded deafening cheers and pandemonium, Sidney let out a long exhale, her lips beginning to form a relaxed smile. Maybe Carrie was here tonight? Maybe she had given this girl, who reminded Sidney so much of her, the assist she had needed?
And if she had helped Casey, then surely, she could be counted on to have Sidney’s back…
***
“Ladies and gentleman,” the announcer remarks, taking a step toward the middle of the ring, “your next contest is scheduled for one fall, with a 15-minute time limit, and is your FINAL Proving Ground match for the evening. Again, ladies and gentlemen, the winner of this contest will secure for herself a FAWN contract. Introducing first, from Sacramento, California…”
The locals absolutely do not miss their cue, interrupting the man in the tuxedo with a mighty roar that causes the referee to bring his hands up to his ears. How much of that is due to being deafened and how much is his playing with the crowd and egging them on is hard to judge.
When the roar finally starts to fade, the announcer resumes, “She stand five feet seven inches tall and weighs in tonight at one hundred and thirty-eight pounds, ladies and gentlemen, you know what to do. Give it up for… SIIIDDD… “THHHEEE KIIIDDD”… DUUUFFFFFFYYY!!!!!
SID “THE KID” DUFFY:
”COULD HAVE BEEN ME”:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=FATKhkXsp-0
The FAWNatics could not have possibly provided a warmer welcome as the Struts’ “Could Have Been Me” begins to play over the public address system. Sidney uses both hands to throw the curtains open before stepping through, her arrival prompting ANOTHER burst of deafening applause and cheers from the capacity crowd. Even without the looks, she is the sort practically guaranteed to inspire adoration in a paying crowd: her light brown eyes capable of charming the most detached cynic and her bright smile capable of thawing the iciest of hearts, her incredibly pleasing figure thoroughly complimented by a simple yet classic fog grey one piece, currently underneath a traditional white ring jacket, accompanied by white pads and wrestling boots. Her long blonde hair is pulled into a ponytail, secured by a slightly oversized, fluffy white scrunchy.
But the fact is, she IS local. These fans have spent the last 6 years watching Sidney fight and grow in this ring, kicking ass and occasionally having hers handed to her—though with ever diminishing frequency, it should be said. And it went both ways: as Sid sprints down the ramp, there is barely a face along either railing that she doesn’t recognize, that she hasn’t sold an 8x10 to or posed for a picture with. And that includes a 16-year-old redheaded girl who always sat near the right side ringpost nearest the ramp, ready to greet Duffy with a raised hand…
… only tonight, that hand remained at her side.
Sid stops in her tracks after making the turn at ringside, but even with no hand raised to meet hers, she doesn’t lower her arm. “You gonna leave me hangin’, Bessie?” Duffy asks, eyebrow arched in pained confusion.
“If you’re gonna be leaving us,” the youngster replies, “I think I’m gonna need more than a high five.”
“Heeeeeyyy,” Sid chides her gently, leaning over the railing and pulling the girl into a supportive hug. Holding her fan tight, Duffy whispers into her ear, “Look, either tonight I go to FAWN or I don’t, but let’s get one thing straight: I am NEVER leaving here.” Giving Bessie a final, parting squeeze, Duffy pulls back and musses her fan’s hair. “Anywhere I go in the business; don’t you dare think that I’m not taking EACH and EVERY one of you with me.”
When finally, her young fan starts to smile, Sid nods in reassurance before turning and sprinting toward the far ringpost. Jumping from the floor, Duffy lands on one knee on the apron, her back to the steel beam. Climbing to her feet, the curvy blonde slips her right leg through the ropes and starts to swing her upper body through the cables… only to stop midway and withdraw, taking a seat on the middle rope—at which point, the crowd begins to chant, “SID! SID! SID!” For the first couple of choruses, Duffy simply nods along, but then she begins to pump a fist in time with the chant, which simply increases their volume. Finally, the hometown girl pulls her way into the ring, quickly swiveling toward the near corner and hoping onto the middle buckle. Again, Duffy pumps her fist in time with the crowd…
“SID! SID! SID!!!”
Once the din begins to fade, the announcer raises his microphone. “And her opponent… Hailing from Oahu, Hawaii, she stands five feet seven inches tall and tips the scales tonight at one hundred and thirty-one breathtaking pounds… Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome... “BREATHTAKING”… BEEELLLIIINNNDDDAAA BRRROOOOOOKKKSSS!!!!!”
BELINDA BROOKS:
”BLACK HONEY”:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=9Ec6pu6ze08
With just about every one of the newcomers tonight, the FAWNatics had at least done them the courtesy of giving them a first look before deciding whether or not to boo. But against Sid “the Kid” Duffy, in HER yard? Yeah, that wasn’t happening. Even before Thrice’s “Black Honey” begins to play over the speakers, the crowd begins to boo and jeer. But, for several seconds, the curtain at the top of the ramp remains undisturbed…
***
Muttering under his breath, Eddie “Pops” Gabor marched with purpose toward Belinda’s dressing room. The long-suffering senior coordinator of house shows hadn’t been particularly pleased when this whole “Proving Ground” concept when it had been pitched. A spot on the FAWN roster wasn’t something to be simply given away to the winner of a match, it needed to be earned by a resume of accomplishment, and by someone who clearly appreciated it.
And someone who to be summoned to the ring clearly did NOT appreciate the opportunity knocking on her door.
KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK!
“Ms. Brooks?”
No answer.
“Ms. Brooks, you’re on,” Eddie repeated, still to be met by silence. He gave the doorknob an experimental turn, and sure enough, it turned. Cautiously, he pushed the door open and peered inside…
… and found a young woman, in her ring gear at least, dancing without a care in the middle of the room, a pair of wireless headphones covering her ears.
Eddie rolled his eyes in disgust, especially once he noticed her eyes were closed, even before her gyrations turned her back in his direction. Approaching her, Gabor reached out and tapped Belinda’s shoulder…
And suddenly, the blonde was a purple and gold blur, wheeling around almost too fast for the 50-year-old man to process. But, almost as quickly, the blur was replaced by darkness when Brooks grabbed two handfuls of salt and pepper hair and STUFFED Eddie’s face into her cleavage! At first, Pops was stunned into paralysis, unable to react. And then, of course, there was the consideration of WHERE he currently found himself not being particularly unpleasant for a straight, red blooded American male… at first. Also, naturally, Eddie figured that once Belinda realized he wasn’t some other woman trying to jump her, she would let go.
Belinda wasn’t letting go.
Not wanting to hit a woman, Eddie pressed his hands against the blonde’s stomach and pushed with all his might, but by Gawd, Brooks’ grip would not be broken! Finally, instinct took over, transforming pushes to slaps, and then even to punches… but by this point, Belinda’s impressive bosom had sapped so much of whatever physical strength the 50-year-old started out with that they made little difference. Only once Belinda felt her own breath catch in her throat did she grant Eddie his freedom, sending him staggering away with a push. Gabor’s legs buckled, and he tripped over his own two feet, crashing to his ass and leaning against the wall, staring up at Brooks with blank eyes and greased features.
“Ohhhh,” the youthful blonde asked with a smile, taking off her headphones, “match time?”
Eddie managed a particularly feeble nod.
“Thanks for letting me know,” Belinda said, giving the top of Gabor’s head a quick pat. “You’re a peach!”
***
Finally, Brooks emerges onto the ramp. Without a FAWNtron, the crowd are none the wiser about the cause of the delay, but they have lost NONE of their volume or any of the passion with which they jeer this brat. Belinda doesn’t so much walk or even jog to the ring as she does struts toward it, her tardiness doing nothing to hasten her approach. Tonight, the voluptuous young blonde’s battle gear is a violet one piece, the neckline scooped to an extent to display the maximum amount of cleavage possible and to allow the garment to preserve whatever modesty Belinda might have. The undercarriage portion minds no such limitations, baring about as much cheek as possible without being a proper thong. Her knees and elbows sport white pads. Her wrists and ankles are wrapped in neon green athletic tape.
And her feet are bare.
By the time Brooks reaches ringside, Sid Duffy has had enough waiting. Taking a seat on the middle rope, directly in front of the approaching blonde, the hometown heroine uses one hand to push up on the top rope, while waving Belinda into the ring with the other. Brooks comes to a halt, regarding the invitation for a moment, but then she waves the older blonde back. Sidney doesn’t retreat, at least not until the referee steps in and ushers her away from the ropes—earning his own chorus of boos in the process. Once Duffy has been guided back to mid-ring, Brooks climbs onto the apron and turns her back to the ropes—and to Sid. Reaching back, she grabs the top rope with both hands and leans forward, her left foot rising up until her toes curl around the underside of the rubber coated steel middle cable, Belinda treating one extremely fortunate side of the crowd to a marvelous view of her cleavage…
Certainly for THOSE fans, it’s not hard to understand how she earned the moniker of “Breathtaking.”
Once Belinda enters the ring, the official inspects both competitors, and without finding anything untoward, he signals for the bell. Duffy and Brooks quickly move out of the corner, each blonde eying the other as they begin to circle. Both women appear SO well matched: same hair color, same height, Sid perhaps a little sturdier, Belinda possibly a bit more buxom—not that Duffy’s in any way hurting on that score. After about three passes, Brooks snaps to a halt, slinging her left hand behind her back and offering out her right. “Good luck, Sid,” the Hawaiian blonde says. “You’re gonna need it.”
Almost instantly, the FAWNatics respond with conflicting shouts, which ranged from a simple “Nooo!” all the way to “For the love of Gawd, don’t frikkin’ do it!” Sidney, however, regards the hand with skepticism, but that doesn’t stop the hometown heroine from extending her hand. Juuuuuust before their hands meet, Brooks pulls her back, while her other hand flashes upward to deliver an eye rake…
… but before the younger blonde’s talons can find their targets, the local girl plucking that wrist out of the air and dipping around behind Belinda. Locking on a tight hammerlock, Duffy hisses into her opponent’s ear, “Think you can punk me in my own damn house?” Breaking the hammerlock, Sidney steps to Brooks’ left flank, reaching up to pull her foe into a tight side headlock. “Sorry, babe, but that sh!t’s not gonna fly around herrrrraaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh…”
The cry of pain is the first indication of something amiss. It is promptly followed by the Kid’s head beginning to tilt back. The official slides to get a look behind Sidney’s back, and sure enough, Belinda is yanking down on Duffy’s ponytail. “GET OFF THE HAIR, BELINDA!” the ref barks, and when she doesn’t comply, he starts to count…
“ONE!
TWO!!
THREE!!!
FOUR!!!!”
Brooks releases the hairpull, her efforts going for naught as Duffy’s side headlock remains in place. Changing her approach, the younger blonde wraps her arms around Sidney’s waist and, gradually, forces the Kid into the ropes. With the aid of the ropes, Belinda forces her way out of the side headlock and sends Sid sprinting toward the far ropes. Taking a couple of strides toward the middle of the ring to meet her opponent, Brooks drops a shoulder and braces herself…
… but when blonde meets blonde, it is BELINDA who ends up knocked flat on her ass by Sidney’s shoulder.
Brooks can only blink, looking up in surprise at her opponent, Duffy rooted to her spot like a statue—albeit a statue sporting an EXTREMELY satisfied smile. “Oh yeah?” the Breathtaking One asks, scrambling to her feet and then pivoting to rush into the ropes. What then transpires is a mirror image of moments ago, with Belinda racing toward a situated Duffy, both beauties braced for impact…
… until, AGAIN, Belinda gets dropped flat on her ass! MUCH to the delight of the FAWNatics, it must be said.
“Wanna go for three?” the Kid asks with a smirk, causing a frustrated Brooks to slap the mat, hard. Pushing to her feet, the younger blonde does NOT take Duffy up on her offer. Instead, she lunges forward, tying up with the hometown heroine in a collar and elbow. And, after a few seconds worth of jostling for position, the Breathtaking One manages to trap Sidney in a tight side headlock. But then, almost immediately, Belinda’s head abruptly tilts back as she begins to shout, “HAIR! HAIR! REF, HAIR!!!!!”
The official shuffles around to get a good look behind the Breathtaking One… only to see Brooks’ flaxen locks falling toward the floor, hanging free and unmolested.
“AGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHUUUUUUUUUUUUHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!” Duffy screams, snapping the official out of his confusion. He adjusts his position again, just in time to see Belinda’s fingers withdrawing from Sidney’s eyes.
“Really, Belinda?” the referee asks.
“I’m sure I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Brooks replies, using a snapmare to deposit the older blonde on her rump. Brooks drops to a knee behind Sid, planting the other directly between her shoulderblades before Belinda uses a hand to nudge Sid’s ponytail over her right shoulder. Belinda’s other hand reaches over Duffy’s left shoulder to grab her ponytail and pull it back, doing her damnedest to throttle the life out of the Kid with her own locks.
“SERIOUSLY, COME ON!!!” the ref sighs in exasperation. “ONE!
TWO!!
THREE!!!
FOUR!!!!”
Belinda tosses away Sidney’s ponytail, her hands rising to rendezvous under the homegrown star’s jaw, fingers lacing together to create a chinlock. “What do you say, Sidney?” the referee asks.
Duffy manages to inject a little derision into her groan as Belinda cranks back on her noggin. “Has anyone in the history of wrestling EVER submitted to a chinluuuuummmmMMMMMPPPPPHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!”
Unnoticed by anyone until it was too late, Brooks’ joined hands had slid upward, over the Kid’s chin, until the younger blonde pulls them TIGHT against Sidney’s lips—not only shutting the older, slightly bigger blonde up but also doing an admirable job of cutting off her air, smothering her. Duffy’s only air comes to her via what manages to slip through the slight gap between Belinda’s fingers and her nostrils. Her eyes snapping open wide, Sidney’s hands fly to the younger blonde’s wrists, straining to pry them loose.
It takes several seconds, but eventually Duffy manages to create some separation between Belinda’s hands and her mouth. But the hometown heroine had been so preoccupied trying to break the smother, she had never felt Brooks’ knee pull away from her back. She DOES, however, feel the younger blonde’s strong gams constrict around her waist, Belinda cinching in a tight bodyscissors. With the scissors locked in, Brooks finally appears content to give up on the hand smother—and Sidney is content to let her, so that as Belinda begins to push her hindquarters off the canvas, she can use her elbows to dig into the muscle of the youngster’s inner thighs. While Duffy doesn’t succeed in breaking the scissors with her elbows, she does at least manage to loosen them enough to allow the bigger blonde to roll to her knees—facing Belinda.
And once she was facing Belinda, Sidney’s fists manage to succeed where her elbows had failed, a plethora of blows finally convincing the Breathtaking One to relinquish her scissors and scoot into reverse. “Nuh uh,” Duffy pants, shaking her head as she pushes to her feet. “Bring your ass back here.” Snatching a handful of blonde locks, the Kid tugs Belinda to her feet before she claims a wrist and starts to…
“NYUH UH!” Brooks parrots, digging in her heels and reversing the attempted Irish whip. As Sidney rebounds off the cables, the Breathtaking One takes a step forward and sinks into a slight crouch, ready to…
“YUH HUH!!!” Sidney bellows, leaping into the air and CRASHING into Brooks with the Thesz Press.
THESZ PRESS:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=KpEwuPjl6eM
“Open those fists, Sid,” the referee chides as Duffy lands punch after punch after punch. When she at last relents, Sid jumps to her feet, yanking Brooks up as well and whipping her into the near corner. Belinda manages to turn into the impact, but…
“GYYYUUUUHHHHH!!!!!!”
… the Breathtaking One lets out a moan as her shapely legs shimmy and give way, sending the younger blonde dropping to a seat in the corner—just where Sidney wanted her. Charging in, Duffy jumps into the air. She doesn’t get much in the way of elevation, but she doesn’t need much consider her target is the downed Belinda’s upper chest. The Kid bounces away from the impact, landing on her feet and backpedaling toward center ring—only to sprint in and land a second running double knees the Brooks’ sternum.
RUNNING DOUBLE KNEES:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=uY79tOzIEXs
“You okay down there?” a grinning Duffy asks, hauling Belinda up before pressing her back against the buckles. Slipping the Breathtaking One’s arms over the top rope, Sid climbs onto the middle rope, raising a clinched fist above her head. The older blonde gives the crowd a brief moment to digest the import of the moment before asking them, “READY?”
When the FAWNatics respond in the affirmative, the Kid treats Belinda to another round of closed fists, only this time with the crowd counting along…
“ONE!
TWO!!
THREE!!!
FOUR!!!!
FIVE!!!!!
SIX!!!!!!
SEVEN!!!!!!!
EIGH…”
That eighth punch finds its mark, but the bulk of the crowd aborts their running tally when Belinda’s arms wrap around Sidney’s thighs and lift her from her perch. Duffy manages to land two more punches, but neither succeeds in stopping the Breathtaking One from dropping to one knee and DRIVING the Kid down across her posted thigh, crotch first. Duffy yelps as she bounces away from the inverted atomic drop, staggering away on tippy toes before her quaking legs turn her back toward Brooks…
… who greets the older blonde with a thumb jab to the throat.
“GLLUUUNNNGGGHHHH!!!!!” Sidney gurgles, stumbling backward, her hands flying toward her throat. Belinda intercepts one of them, setting her feet and LAUNCHING Duffy into the near corner with a massive Irish whip. The distance is too short and the speed at which she’s traveling both prove too great to allow the Kid to swivel her body, and so her belly and bosom are what SLAM into the turnbuckles, a mere fraction of a second before Belinda’s curvaceous frame BLASTS into hers at full speed, the hometown heroine made the filling of a Sid the Kid sammich. Brooks takes a step back, allowing a gasping Duffy to pull herself out of the corner along the ropes…
… but only for a step. Roughly grabbing the back of Sidney’s head, the Breathtaking One forces her opponent’s eyes down across the rubber coated steel of the top rope, and bearing down with all her might, she slowly DRAAAAAGS Duffy toward the middle of the ropes—the Kid shrieking in agony every step of the way. Arriving at their destination, Brooks turns the homegrown star’s back against the cables and presses her into the ropes. Sid’s right hand instinctively moves toward her enflamed eyes, but Belinda pulls that wing away, threading over the top rope. When Duffy’s left hand tries to do the same, Brooks does likewise with it—and then, the Breathtaking One pulls the middle cable up and over the top, locking Sidney’s biceps between the two taut, reversed cables. “Think it might be time you Learn the Ropes, sweetie…” Belinda purrs with menace, slowly wrapping her fingers around Duffy’s throat…
… and begins to squeeze.
Right away, the Kid’s eyes start to bulge, her cheeks darkening as Belinda keeps increasing the pressure. The Breathtaking One takes a step back, attempting to use her reach to complicate any efforts by Sid to kick or knee her way to freedom. But, thanks to being bound in the ropes, Sidney had means other than herself to secure her freedom. “LET HER OUT OF THE ROPES, BROOKS!” the official orders, but Belinda simply keeps choking away…
“ONE!
TWO!!
THREE!!!
FOUR!!!!”
Belinda pulls away her hands raising them overhead as she straightens up, an alarmingly cherubic smile gracing her features given the circumstances. Unfortunately for Sidney, before the ref can step in to start untying her, Brooks saunters in alongside. Lacing her near arm over Duffy’s shoulder, much like one might with a close confidant, the younger blonde’s OTHER arm reaches across her chest, Belinda’s palm slipping over and pressing tight against the Kid’s mouth and nostrils. Barely having recovered any from the blatant choke, Duffy’s eyes grow wider—and more fearful—her feet begin to kick frantically, but the fail to land anything more than glancing blows to the Breathtaking One.
“DAMMIT, BELINDA!” the ref barks. “LET HER GO!”
Brooks response to the official comes in the form of an extended tongue.
“ONE!
TWO!!
THREE!!!
FOUR!!!!”
Belinda yanks her hand away, allowing Sid to take in a LOUD exhale as her legs buckle, sending the Kid slumping toward her knees. In the next instant, Brooks pivots to face her prey and, with two helpings of hair, SHOVES Sidney’s face DEEEEEEEEEEEEP into her cleavage!
“FOR CRYING OUT LOUD!” the hapless zebra wails. “ONE!
TWO!!
THREE!!!
FOUR!!!!”
Again, the Breathtaking One throws her hands into the air—and, finally, the younger blonde retreats, allowing the referee to step in and extricate a rasping, wheezing Duffy from the ropes. On quaking legs, the newly freed Sidney staggers away from the cables, Belinda stepping to the side to clear her path…
… only as soon as the Kid stumbles past, Belinda shoots in behind her, practically gluing herself to the older blonde’s back as her arms slip around Sidney’s waist. Joining her two hands into one fist, Brooks JAMS that combined fist into Sidney’s navel as she constricts her arms, squeezing hard enough to lift Duffy momentarily off her feet. Now, in some instances, the reverse bearhug could be less damaging than the traditional one, for instead of having her ribcage pulled into and crushed against her attackers, Sidney’s chest is currently free to heave with each attempt by Sid to replenish her air supply. Alas, that limited freedom is mitigated by the expert manner in which Belinda griiiinds and drives her merged fist into Duffy’s belly button.
“You hangin’ in there, Sid?” the ref asks, but she doesn’t answer him. She instead directs her efforts into swing an elbow back and overhead. The first couple of attempts connect mostly with air, but a third catches Brooks in the temple, prompting a groan from the curvy blonde… but little more. Another elbow, however, loosens the embrace, before a final fifth frees Duffy from the bearhug. Sid allows herself a deep breath before whipping around and…
“AGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!”
Belinda goes back to the eyes, which sends Sidney spinning back from whence she had come. Placing a hand on the older blonde’s shoulder, the Breathtaking One turns Duffy back toward her before dipping and threading an arm through the Kid’s thighs. With a small grunt, Brooks gets the hometown heroine up onto her shoulders. Feeling herself just a bit, a beaming Belinda turns to face each side of the audience—and each section of the crowd grows a little more ballistic than the last. On the last turn, Brooks gives Sid’s tush a possessive pat before…
… Sid starts smashing elbows into Belinda’s skull. Again and again, the Kid’s elbow makes solid contact, the fourth shot allowing the older blonde to wriggle out the backdoor. Reaching around to grab Belinda’s chin, Duffy springs back into the air, drawing up her knees and pressing them against the Breathtaking One’s shoulderblades before she falls back, connecting with a savage lungblower that sends the younger blonde flopping to her belly before she tumbles away. Rather than scramble to her feet, Duffy scoots over to her and pulls Brooks up to a seated position. Taking her opponent’s wrists, Sid pulls back on both arms as she rocks to her back, raising her legs outside of Belinda’s ensnared limbs and crossing her ankles behind Brooks’ noggin.
LOTUS LOCK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=K5CGS_25qzc
The lotus lock has a pretty instantaneous effect on Belinda’s demeanor, putting an anguished scowl on the mewling blonde’s face, her left foot kicking at the mat. “How about it, Belinda?” the official asks, almost simultaneously with Sid’s legion of fans here in Sacramento beginning to chant, “TAP! TAP! TAP!” Clearly, the lotus lock inflicts a tremendous amount of pain, considering the Hawaiian blonde doesn’t offer any sort of mouthy retort. She just shakes her head, scooting her butt forward, stretching out her legs…
… and hooking her feet around the bottom rope.
The crowd groans, but Sid breaks the hold without much prodding from the referee. Rising, the older blonde yanks her foe up by the hair, then reaches her left arm across Brooks’ ample chest. Nudging her head underneath the Breathtaking One’s left arm, the Kid’s left hand reaches down and scoops up Belinda’s left leg. Looking up to a red-lining crowd, Duffy calls out, “GONNA BE A…”
The Sac-Town FAWNatics fill in the blank. “DETONATION!”
DETONATION:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=L1cAb9ZfRPg
Sidney pops her hips, hoisting the younger blonde aloft and swinging her overhead, her variation of the Exploder suplex SLAMMING Belinda’s back into the canvas. To her credit, the Breathtaking One manages to bounce back to her feet fairly quickly—perhaps even aided in so doing by her impact with the mat—but her gait is noticeably wobbly even as she charges the Kid. Duffy ducks under Brooks’ sweeping arms, catching her opponent around the midsection and lifting her into the air. Sid then swiftly takes a knee, connecting with an inverted atomic drop that lifts the younger blonde up onto her tippy toes and freezes her there. Rising up, the Kid locks on arm around Belinda’s neck, kicks out a leg, and snaps off a BRUTAL DDT to complete the Duffy Double. With the Breathtaking One left starfished, Sid rolls over and applies the cover, hooking a leg for the…
DUFFY DOUBLE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=HF5_i7aRBwc
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Brooks gets a shoulder up.
“Alright,” Sidney says, picking herself off the mat and peeling Belinda up as well, “time to take this chick for a SpiiIIIIIAAAYYYYYYYYYEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” The crowd may have been ready to see Belinda Brooks become the latest victim of the Sid Spin, but the Breathtaking One herself has little interest in partaking in Duffy’s finisher, instead going back to—you guessed it—the eyes with a rake of her nails. As the blinded older blonde staggers past her, Brooks grabs a handful of hair and drags her opponent into the near corner. There, she begins introducing Sidney’s face to the top turnbuckle, which she does with tremendous enthusiasm. But after the third smash of Duffy’s mug into the leather padding, Belinda looks up in anger.
“WHAT?” the bratty blonde shouts. “YOU’LL COUNT HER OFF BUT NOT ME
”Most of the crowd answers the Breathtaking One with derisive jeers and whistles, but a handful of heel marks begin counting along as Brooks SLAMS Duffy’s face into the top turnbuckle seven more times, making for a total of ten. Belinda turns a rubber legged Sidney’s back to the buckles and prances out to the middle of the ring, then turns and charges back into the corner. Most in the audience expect the curvy blonde to go for a splash, but instead Brooks turns her body as she mounts the middle rope, her hindquarters directly in front of Sidney’s bewildered features…
Bewilderment turns into a fleeting glimpse of disgust, before the Kid’s mug is completely enveloped by Belinda’s backside. Rocking back, Brooks smirks as she sweeps her hips side to side, again receiving a hearty chorus of boos—but with, perhaps, a slightly larger compliment of cheers mixed in. Belinda ends the assault by leaving the corner with a forward roll—or perhaps it would be more accurate to say she ends the first stage of the assault. Pivoting back toward the corner, Belinda sprints in, leaving her feet and wheeling around to SLAM her rump into Duffy’s chest, an impact which sends Brooks skipping back toward center ring and drops the Kid to a seat in the corner. The Breathtaking One charges in one last time, diving forward and launching her ass toward Sidney’s face and chest with a cannonball to complete her Wrecking Ball.
WRECKING BALL:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=zF70LM2b3RE
Getting to her feet, now firmly in control, the younger blonde elects to revel in her dominance, grabbing hold of Duffy’s ponytail and using it to lead Sid, on her hands and knees, out of the corner. Tugging the older blonde up off the deck, Brooks takes a step toward her foe, slipping her left leg around and behind Sidney’s left stem. Sweeping her upper body around the Kid’s back, the Breathtaking One hooks the Kid’s right arm with her left, trapping the more experienced blonde in an abdominal stretch. Dropping to one knee in front of the mewling Duffy, the official asks, “What do you say, Sid?”
It's Belinda who actually answers. “Oh, she’s not gonna be saying much…”
The reason for that becomes apparent when Brooks places her free right hand over Sidney’s mouth, the younger blonde pressing her thumb toward the outside of her index finger to pinch Duffy’s nose shut as well! Under normal circumstances, breathing freely was not the easiest of tasks while folded over in a well-executed ab stretch. But now, she couldn’t breathe all, panicked eyes darting side to side as she writhes within the human shackles of “Breathtaking” Belinda Brooks…
Alas, Sid is powerless to escape, and it isn’t long before the older blonde’s eyes begin to dull, her eyelids starting to flutter. Only an act of mercy momentarily saves Duffy, when Belinda elects to break the hold on her own and to whip the Kid into the far corner. As the hometown heroine’s arms flop over the top rope, Brooks races in toward her, intent on crushing a little more fight out of the bigger blonde with a splash… but, dazed though she might be, the Kid manages to lift a leg, her heel catching the Breathtaking One under the chin and snapping her head backward. Wheeling away from the impact, Belinda staggers away, stumbling in a drunken semi-circle toward the center of the ring. “Mhhh jhhhhwwww…” Belinda moans, her hand under her chin, pressing her mouth shut. “Thhhnnk ittt’s brrrrkknnn…”
Just as the referee turns toward Brooks, intending to check the condition of the Breathtaking One’s jaw, Sidney—who had not been able to hear the younger blonde over the roar of her supporters—BLASTS out of the corner, lowering her shoulder as she approaches her foe. Suddenly, Belinda pulls her hand away from her mouth and, with BOTH hands, grabs the zebra by the shoulders. Taking a quick step back, she YANKS the referee into the path of the spear Duffy had intended for her! The impact folds the referee over Sidney’s shoulder, the older blonde unable to pull up short. Instead, she drives the ref to the mat, her fans groaning at this latest misfortune…
Sidney bounces up, her hands flying to her horrified features as she backpedals away from the wreckage of the referee. The moment her hands begin to pull away, however, another hand grabs her shoulder, roughly spinning her around. Stepping in closer, Belinda slips her arms up and under Duffy’s, the younger blonde’s hands slipping back across the Kid’s face—and, once again, pressing themselves in tight against Sid’s nose and mouth, the slightly bigger blonde now locked in what might best be described as an inverted full nelson!
“Just us girls now, babe,” Brooks grins, her own eyes fluttering shut for a moment. And as Sidney’s desperate efforts to find SOME air tug at the Breathtaking One’s palms, Belinda almost succeeds in stifling a moan of pleasure. Duffy’s arms flail above her head, trapped, helpless. It’s only a matter of seconds before the older blonde starts to slump to her knees…
… but Brooks drops her hips for just a moment, only to allow her to propel Duffy’s body into the air. Dropping her hands from Sid’s mouth to catch her foe’s thighs, Belinda sits out, DRIVING the Kid into the canvas between her parted stems with a sitout spinebuster!
GAS MASK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=hP5_7VBUR0c
Climbing to her feet, Brooks takes one of Sidney’s wrists and drags the limp, lifeless blonde to the near corner. With Duffy left spread-eagled and JUST where the Breathtaking One wanted her, Belinda mounts the middle rope, her back to her opponent. Grabbing the top rope with both hands, the younger woman begins to bounce up and down on the rubber coated steel, building up force for her descent. “REALLY,” she asks the jeering FAWNatics, “SHOULDN’T YOU BE THANKING ME? AFTER ALL, I’M GONNA MAKE SURE YOUR GIRL HERE KEEPS HER ASS WHERE IT BELONGS!”
The audience does NOT see it Brooks’ way, their boos growing louder. But as Belinda jumps back and lays out, jeers turned first to alarmed cries as the Breathtaking One descends toward a prone Sidney…
BREATHTAKING BOMB:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=9YAMcTtVQUo
… and then to rapturous cheers when the Kid, possibly acting on instinct alone, manages to draw her knees up to her chest! It’s now BROOKS who is left sputtering and gasping for air as she bounces off Duffy’s bony joints, flopping to her back and hugging her tummy, Belinda’s knees rising as her bare feet kick at the air. It takes Sidney a moment, but soon a coughing Duffy struggles up to a seated position…
When her gaze finds the downed blonde, Sidney pushes her way up to one knee, her chest heaving with each breath she takes. But as her breathing starts to level out, the Kid’s hands rise up, reaching behind her head and working at her scrunchy. In a matter of moments, Sidney frees her ponytail from its confines, an act which tells the locals that, at long last tonight, the Kid means business! Marching over to a still rasping Brooks, Duffy hairhauls the younger blonde off the deck before launching her toward the ropes with an Irish whip.
As the Breathtaking One hurtles back toward her, Sidney takes a small side step, which allows her to scoop the slightly smaller blonde off her feet. She swings Belinda heavenward, until the younger girl’s legs fall over her shoulder, the buxom Brooks left staring down at the mat—at which point, the Kid hops into the air, sitting out and DRIVING Belinda to the canvas, face and chest first between her parted stems.
TILT-A-WHIRL SITOUT GOURDBUSTER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=r5tcOIaB8D8
Flipping Belinda over to her back, Sidney climbs to her feet, taking possession of the younger blonde’s legs. Stuffing Belinda’s right foot into the pit of her left knee, Duffy folds that gam to trap the foot in place, then takes a step backward, rolling the Breathtaking One back to her chest. As she does so, the Kid leans forward, pressing down on her opponent’s stems and forcing Belinda’s spin to curl in the exact opposite direction from any way nature had ever intended. The Duff Clutch snaps Brooks out of her stupor, Belinda pressing up onto her elbows and screaming at the top of her lungs. But as loudly as the agonized woman in the ring might shriek, the crowd is even louder, having personally witnessed Sid wring a submission out of many a woman with this hold…
DUFF CLUTCH:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=hPHttH4BXpg
Digging her elbows into the mat, Brooks starts to drag herself toward the ropes, her progress both agonizing and halting… and then altogether nonexistent when the Kid pulls her back toward mid-ring! “GYYYYYYYYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” Belinda wails, in both agony and heartache, forced to reclaim all the progress she had lost…
… and she only manages one stride before her hand starts frantically slapping at the mat.
The audience goes absolutely apesh!t, loud enough to drown out any bell as Sid releases the Duff Clutch. Instantly overcome by emotion, the Kid steps back and doubles over, adrenaline giving way to exhaustion. Unable to straighten up for the moment, Sidney still manages to look up and blow a kiss heavenward for her precious sister as she waits for the referee to raise her hand…
… and waits…
… and waits.
Scowling in confusion, Sid looks around… and finds the official STILL laid out, thanks to her own spear that had gone awry. Incredulous that a grown ass man could STILL be down from that, Duffy lumbers over to him on unsteady legs. And with the audience so intent on seeing Sidney claim her rightful victory, only a handful of people in the entire building notice as a moaning Belinda rolls to her side…
… and even fewer notice the younger blonde’s hand slip inside the neckline of her suit.
Leaning over the splattered zebra, Sidney grabs his shoulders, shaking him vigorously. “C’mon…” she mutters, then repeats a bit more forcefully. “C’MON, BUD! YOU’VE GOT A JOB TO DO!”
“Nyyyyyuuuuuuunnnnhhhh…” the ref finally groans, struggling to sit up. “I… I’m alright,” he manages to pant. “Worry… worry about her…”
“Oh, she’s not gonna be a problem much longer,” the Kid replies, turning and making her way back to the stirring Brooks. Stooping down, Sidney starts to pull her foe up…
Suddenly, Belinda’s hands FLY upward—an act which creates a sparkling cloud which flies directly into Sidney’s face, momentarily completely obscuring it from the view of the crowd. Some glitter goes directly into Duffy’s eyes, blinding her. Some glitter gets inhaled by the Kid, sucked both past her lips and into her nostrils, choking her. And still more glitter simply finds itself becoming glued to Sidney’s sweat-slick skin. A wailing, retching Duffy whips away from the remnants of the cloud, her hands instinctively flying to rub at her eyes.
Unfortunately for the Kid, Brooks wastes ZERO time in hopping onto the slightly bigger blonde’s back. Snaking her legs around Duffy’s midsection, Belinda’s arms form a noose around Sid’s neck. The combination of sleeper and bodyscissors overwhelms the gagging Kid quickly, dropping Sidney to her knees. And from there, Belinda manages to ride her foe all the way down to her stomach, using her sleeper as a steering wheel to turn Duffy’s face toward the mat. To be doubly sure her duplicity goes undetected, the Breathtaking One whips her own head back and forth, sending her long blonde locks cascading over Sidney’s noggin.
By the time the official manages to drag himself over, the Kid has stopped coughing. Or rasping.
Or even writhing.
“Sidney?” he asks.
Silence.
Reaching out, he takes Duffy’s right wrist, raising the arm aloft…
It falls ONCE…
TWICE…
THREE TIMES!!!
“That’s it!” he calls to the timekeeper’s table. “Ring the bell! It’s over!”
As loud as the crowd had been when Belinda tapped out, somehow they manage to dial it up a couple of notches further as the ring announcer breaks the bad news. “Ladies and gentlemen,” he declares, “your winner, via knockout, and the recipient of a FAWN contract… BREATHTAKING BEEELLLIIINNNDDDAAA BRRROOOOOOKKKSSS!!!!!”
It's official, but that apparently isn’t enough to convince Belinda to break the sleeper. “IT’S OVER, BELINDA!” the ref scolds her. “LET HER GO!”
The Breathtaking One just keeps squeezing.
“DON’T THINK I WON’T REVERSE IT, BROOKS!”
Belinda pays him no mind.
“ONE!
TWO!!
THREE!!!
FOUR!!!!”
“CHILL!!!!” the bratty blonde sighs, finally ending the sleeper and her scissors as she rolls to her back. “I COULDN’T HEAR YOU OVER THESE IDIOTS!” Getting to her feet, Belinda allows the official to raise her hand—he fails to notice Brooks planting her foot on the back of Sidney’s head and smooshing the snoozing blonde’s face into the mat, back and forth and side to side. At least, not until the crowd becomes even further enraged.
“My bad!” the Breathtaking One grins. Giggling in delight, she steps away from the vanquished Kid and heads to the ropes, no doubt hoping to find someone to celebrate her new job with. Meanwhile, the referee helps a groggy, barely conscious Sidney up to a seat before making his own exit. Elbows resting on her knees, head bowed, her face completely hidden behind damp blonde locks, Duffy continues to sit there, even as she becomes the ONLY person in the arena to be sitting.
EVERY member of the audience has risen to their feet, applauding the effort their beloved Kid had given. At last, Duffy manages to look up, choking back tears—but she nods in appreciation. Gingerly, Duffy rolls under the bottom rope, falling to her feet and stumbling toward the ramp…
“Hey, Sid!”
The Kid turns, her gaze meeting her fan, Bessie’s. “You’re GONNA make it to FAWN,” Bessie says. “And we’re gonna hate to see you go… but we’re gonna LOVE watching you teach that cheating b*tch a lesson.”
Duffy offers the redhead a weak smile, then resumes her way toward the aisle. Halfway up the ramp, a chant of “SID THE KID! SID THE KID!” begins to waft through the building. The battered, glistening, heartbroken but grateful blonde turns back toward the ring and toward the crowd one last time tonight, her eyes welling as she starts to bring a hand up to her lips…
“GYYYYYYYUUUUUUUUUNNNNNNNNNGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”
SOMETHING blasts into the back of Sidney’s head, knocking the exhausted beauty to her knees and leaving her ears ringing. Fingers plunge into Duffy’s hair, yanking her head back…
EDEN ISHERWOOD:
“YOU F*CKERS ARE GONNA GIVE THIS BYTCH A STANDING O?!?!?!?!?!” the blonde baller shouts, incredulous. “THIS SKANK?!?!?!?!?!”
Roughly turning the kneeling blonde to face her, Isherwood THRUSTS Sidney’s head between her thighs and clamps down with a standing headscissors. Lacing her arms around the waist of the spent blonde, Eden lets out a massive roar as she swings Duffy up across her shoulder, then shifts her hands to Sid’s wrists. From there, she pushes the Kid as high into the air as her arms will extend. Having already seen what the Rim Rocker could do in the ring, the crowd PLEADS with Eden not to employ it out on the floor…
RIM ROCKER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=2K_MbfxV7YI
… and they implore her even louder when Eden starts to charge toward the ringsteps! Isherwood ignores them, sending Sidney CRASHING into the steel with a loud ‘CLAAAANG!’, the Kid’s body impacting hard enough to dislodge the steps and send them skidding across the floor. Sauntering to the demolished blonde, Isherwood peels Duffy off the concrete and scoops her up, slinging Sid’s form across her shoulder. Duffy’s upper body hangs across Isherwood’s back, arms dangling limp as Eden pulls herself onto the apron. There, the terror of the hardcourt turns her back to the ropes, and shuffles Duffy’s body against her chest. Again, the crowd begins to beg when the towering blonde stuffs one hand into Sidney’s chest and the other to her crotch, gorilla pressing her cargo to the rafters. Surely she wouldn’t…
She would. Isherwood THRUSTS Sidney Duffy downward, not toward harsh canvas, but toward unrelenting concrete. And to the FAWNatics increasing horror, as the insensate Kid flops to her back, Eden jumps off the apron, STOMPING her boots into Sid’s tummy for a DEVASTATING And One.
AND ONE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Y05vdL5Mfmc
Duffy tumbles toward the ring, roughly half her body spilling under the ring skirt, most of the sounds of her coughs and moans absorbed underneath the ring. Mercifully, by the time Eden bounces from Sid’s belly to the floor, every referee in the back has made it to ringside. Two refs head directly to Sidney, each one dropping to a knee beside the convulsing hometown heroine as their brethren form something of a human shield between Isherwood and Duffy.
Apparently having made her point, Eden is content to retreat up the ramp. “THAT BYTCH DON’T DESERVE IT!” the blonde amazon proclaims. “I DESERVE IT!!!”
The Sacramento FAWNatics could not possibly disagree in stronger terms.
