Post by walkindude on Apr 23, 2017 16:22:58 GMT
Greetings,
So....... this is about two months late.
In my defense, the match proper has been done since late February, but a combination of real world bullshit, real world non-bullshit (Hello WrestleMania!) and other FAWN PPV commitments kept me from putting the finishing touches on this installment until earlier this week. My profuse apologies for all those who've been wondering what the hell Emily's been doing, I hope you enjoy. And as for the next chapter, I'm thinking it'll be ready by late June / early July, if the chaos doesn't bog me down again.
~RF
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A few tweets leading into the Great Plains Goddesses of Wrestling ‘Heartland Havoc’ card in Hemingford Home, Nebraska…
Great Plains Goddesses @gpgow - Apr 12
Heartland Havoc is less than a week away! Come out this Saturday for 10 great matches including the anticipated rematch between @greenqueen_DaphneD & @inscrutablecipher
Great Plains Goddesses ReTweeted
Daphne Dufresne @greenqueen_Daphne D - Apr 14
You got lucky the first time we met @inscrutablecipher but at Heartland Havoc I even the score AND give these drooling Nebraska morons a gift they’ll never forget. A good long look at whatever fugly face is hiding under that mask!
Great Plains Goddesses ReTweeted
Cipher @inscrutablecipher - Apr 14
Our last encounter was but a taste of things to come @greenqueen_DaphneD. You favor yourself royalty, but you submit like any other peasant. Tomorrow night I’ll allow the good folks of Hemingford Home to learn what I already know. You’re a sniveling fraud.
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With the intermission over, the packed crowd in the Hemingford Home Armory cheered to rattle the walls as the Announcer stepped back into the ring. “Ladies and gentlemen, welcome back to Heartland Havoc 2017! The following contest is scheduled for one fall with a thirty minute time limit! Introducing first, hailing from Seattle Washington, she stands at five feet seven inches tall and weighs in tonight at one hundred and thirty-five pounds, she is the Green Queen… DAPHNE DUFRESNE!”
DAPHNE DUFRESNE:
The curtain at the far end of the Armory was swatted aside and the woman in question stepped through to a resounding mixture of cheers and boos, the former and the latter both a result of her now notorious breakdown / tantrum following her loss back in Washington late last year. Patently unimpressed by the Nebraska Nitwits, Daphne raised a hand like she was going to wave, then scoffed and blew them off as she headed for the ring. For tonight’s vengeance against that masked piece of trash, the toned brunette wore an emerald green one-piece with an hour glass shaped piece of mesh across the chest (the negative space of which created a sort of bikini top look) and an identical shape, albeit turned on its side, across her tummy to better show off her sculpted torso. Her boots and wrist tape were a matching green while her boots were gleaming black.
Though she longed to get out of this corn-fed hellhole as quickly as possible, Dufresne forced herself to walk the distance to the squared circle, mostly because it allowed her to run down each and every idiot who dared open their mouth in her presence. Gifting the last of these fools with a flick of invisible sweat gathered from her washboard abs, Daphne jogged up the steps to the apron, hopped onto the top rope and launched herself into a 450 spin that brought her down in a perfect landing in the middle of the ring. “None of you deserve to witness my greatness!” she told the crowd. “But on this night, just this ONCE, you’re going to stand in the presence of a real winner!” This proclamation brought on more vitriol, which Dufresne happily returned after she’d settled in against the buckles on the far side of the ring.
Once the worst of the heat died down, the Announcer started up again. “And introducing her opponent, hailing from a place beyond our comprehension, she stands at five feet four inches tall and weighs in tonight at one hundred and twenty-five pounds, she is the inscrutable, the unbreakable, CIPHER!”
‘Heavy is the Head’ tore through the speakers and earned another mixed reaction, though this one MAY have been the tiniest bit heavier on cheers, if only because the woman in question hadn’t taken any shots at the venue or the town that housed it. Cipher made her appearance shortly thereafter, the masked woman stepped onto the stage and surveyed her surroundings. Though she didn’t offer them so much as a word of praise, Emily noted the slight increase in cheers and raised a fist in response. Then she pointed to Dufresne and called, “Your time is over, false queen.” Daphne only scoffed, so Cipher headed down the ramp to show her the error of her ways.
For her second lesson with the so-called Green Queen, the fireplug brunette wore a black lucha mask that covered everything save her mouth and her hair. Below was a one-piece done in black & white like a chessboard. Cut high on the hips and low in the back, it showed off her shoulders, glutes and thighs to great effect. Her elbow and knee pads were matte black (the latter emblazoned with blood red question marks) while her boots were the same black & white as her one-piece.
Heading up the steps without paying any more attention to the fans, Cipher wiped her boots on the apron, slipped through the bottom rope and claimed the center as her own. She beckoned Daphne to join her and the younger brunette made to do so, but the referee stepped between them with raised hands. “There’ll be enough time for that later, ladies.” he said. “Please go to your corners so I can check your pads and boots.”
“Wrong, moron.” Dufresne snapped en route to her set of buckles. “There isn’t nearly enough time for me to do everything I want to that lumpy freak.”
Emily smiled, pleased, if not intimidated by her opponent’s rancor. “Oh, I’m not sure about that, little girl. Thirty minutes seems like more than enough time for you to prostrate yourself before me. And even if it’s not, I can make it feel like an eternity.” With that she backed into her own corner and waited through the final inspections with at least a modicum of patience.
Emily was in the midst of trying to explain her intellectual superiority (in the simplest terms possible, mind you) to the yutz in the Bloodwind shirt when an increase in crowd noise and the squeak of boot on canvas told her that Daphne Dufresne had grown much less subtle in her duplicity. Running the numbers in the span between heartbeats, the masked brunette leapt off her perch and hurled herself backward, West twisting around and stretching out in mid-flight, a gorgeous Flying Crossbody that drove her into the younger brunette’s chest with a heavy THWHUMP!
Caught totally flatfooted by the lightning quick counter, Daphne went down hard and fast, the lithesome lovely hitting flush on the back of her head and shoulders. Dufresne’s legs kicked up too and Cipher would’ve hooked one or both, if the bell had sounded. Since it hadn’t, she slid up a little higher, shifted onto her right side and snugged that arm around the back of her opponent’s skull. Drawing the Headlock tight enough to force Daphne’s cheek against the swell of her breast, Em crooked her left hand into a fist and quickly pwak-pwak-pwak-PWAAAKED a short, brutal fusillade of punches into Dufresne’s forehead.
Furious over the ignominious start, Daphne clamped down on her attacker’s encroaching forearm and pushed with all her strength while simultaneously bracing her feet against the mat. A single shove n’ bridge broke the Headlock and sent Cipher rolling in one direction while Dufresne rolled in the other. “Nice sneak attack, little girl.” the Maiden of Mysteries taunted after she’d regained her feet. “Are you SURE I’m the first woman to ever hang a loss on your clumsy, fumbling asSSNNNGGGHH!”
Dufresne stormed into the breach, snatched a huge handful of hair and THWHAPPED a Forearm Smash against the smaller grappler’s mouth. Teeth bared in a hateful grin, the green-clad lovely tagged her with a second Forearm Smash and sneered, “Oh yeah, bytch. You’re the first AND the last skank to ever sneak one by NGH!”
Cipher repaid Daphne’s hair-pull with one of her own, then pounded opposing rack with a spiteful Forearm Smash. “No sneaking, numbskull. You’re not smart enough to require my full--” West’s rejoinder died off in an angry hiss when Dufresne crooked her hands into claws and helped herself to a greedy handful of Cipher’s juggs!
“You’re not as smart as you think you are, f*ckface.” Daphne growled while she worked Emily’s breasts like exceptionally stiff dough. “If you were you never would’ve agreed to a rematWHOOAANNNNGGGGHHH!”
The Black Queen didn’t bother to break her attacker’s grip, rather she dropped a hip, wrapped her arms around the taller woman’s upper thighs and locked her hands just below the swell of Daphne’s buttocks. In the next instant she surged onto her tiptoes and dropped forward and down to THAWHUMP Daphne into the deck with an improvised Spinebuster! The rough jolt popped Dufresne’s claws wide open and raised her back in a high, angry arch. It didn’t last long however, as Cipher scrambled into a heavy mount and pressed down, forcing the taller brunette’s back and buttocks into the mat.
“GET OFF ME YOU SNEAKY BYTCH!” Dufresne fumed as she bucked her hips and clawed at Cipher’s brawny shoulders. “YOU’RE NOT GONNA GET AWAY WITH MMMRRRRPPPPPGGGGHHH!”
Planted on her knees and forearms, West wriggled up a little higher, wrapped both arms around the back of Dufresne’s skull and pulled her into a crushing Front Sleeper! “Get away with what, dear?” Em twined her ankles around Daphne’s heels and wrenched her stems wide with a Double Leg Grapevine. “Putting my tits in your face? I don’t know how to tell you this, but I’ve already succeeded on that frrrrrrgggghhhh!” Daphne ‘smecked’ her hands against Cipher’s glutes, snatched a huge handful of those black togs and YANKED them up by a good six inches! Having endured similar resistance from other idiots she’d trapped in this particular predicament, Emily cupped her own elbows for extra leverage and pulled tight enough to bend Dufresne’s nose against her sternum. Mildly satisfied by the indy star’s muffled squeal, Cipher looked up, found the official standing over them with a rather befuddled expression on his face.
“I do believe her shoulders are down.” she said with a smirk. “She may want to submit too, but don’t quote me, messages have a way of getting garbled when delivered from this close.”
The zebra, looking as though he’d never seen this particular strategy before, scratched his head and nodded. “Ummmmh, ok.”
West snarled as the flailing Dufresne sawed the slick lyrca of her togs back n’ forth at an unpleasant angle. “Perhaps you’d like to make a count?” she said with false sweetness.
“Oh. I haven’t rang the bell yet.”
Daphne halved the wedgie, curled her free hand into a fist and began POUNDING it into her tormentor’s ribs. Civil façade cracking, Emily cooed, “Then go signal the Timekeeper and get your ass back herEERROOOOOWWWW DAMMIT!”
Frantic to escape this humiliating punishment, Dufresne managed to open her mouth and filled it with a great deal of her attacker’s bounty! Releasing the Jugg Smother without relinquishing the mount, Cipher buried her hands in the other brunette’s hair, yanked her head off the mat and BWUNKED it against the canvas once, twice, three times. “I must say, I like this version of you much more.” Emily gasped as she leaned back on her haunches. “All the civility and pretensions stripped away, just the snarling, biting savage I saw the moment I laid eyes on--”
Daphne sent the incognito star tumbling to her side with a rude shove, then scrambled to boot leather. Far less pleasant than her adversary, Dufresne glared daggers at the official and roared, “RING THE GODDAMNED BELL!”
Snapped out of his stupor by the limber lovely’s rage, the ref hurried over to one corner and waved a signal to the Timekeeper. A moment later the bell finally CLANGED, meaning Daphne was perfectly within her rights when she unleashed a heartless barrage of stomps on her target’s shoulders, hips, belly and thighs. Grimacing as she soaked up the hail of boot leather, Emily fought her way to all fours and--THWHUNK! Dufresne backed off a few steps, drew a bead on her target and rushed in to clout the penitent battler upside the head with Running Kneelift! Cipher grunted and flopped onto her back, arms thrown overhead like a woman enjoying a particularly luxurious stretch. It was an illusion of course, one that vanished the instant Daphne pounced atop her opponent’s chest and bundled both legs in a sturdy back-press that lasted through…
ONE…
TWO…
Cipher kicked loose and turned onto her side with a whole second to spare. More enraged by the other brunette’s jugg mugging than her escaping the cover, Dufresne helped herself to a double handful of hair and BWUNKED the side of her head against the mat no more than half a dozen times! It probably would’ve grown to a full dozen if the ref hadn’t got close and patted the tyro on one shoulder. “Stand her up, Daphne! And let go of her HEY!”
Dufresne popped up, rounded on the zebra and got all up in his business. “Don’t you DARE lecture me!” she roared. “That BYTCH abused me for more than a minute before you even thought to ring the bell!”
“But, but, you tried to attack her from--”
“LIAR! I was just trying to salute my fans and she jumped me like a coward!” The ref didn’t know what to say to that, but it didn’t really matter at the moment because Dufresne dismissed him in favor of focusing her ire on the masked woman. Going right back to her previous hair-hold, Daphne jerked Cipher to her feet and promptly doubled her over with a Kneelift to the tummy. “You have no idea what you’re in for, weirdo.” she said with an evil smile. “No idea how badly I’m going to f*ck you up!”
Another shot to the breadbasket kept Cipher from forming an answer, let alone any sort of defense when Dufresne reeled her into a Standing Headscissors. Quick to cinch her arms around the masked woman’s waist, Daphne dipped her knees and muscled / flipped Cipher up onto her shoulders and immediately snapped her down flat on her back with a Powerbomb that shivered the canvas! Em hit hard and didn’t roll to one side, so Dufresne put her hands against the other brunette’s calves and folded her in half with a Matchbook that put the masked woman’s ankles somewhere around her ears. As if that wasn’t troubling enough, the Green Queen slid forward and dropped to her knees, effectively pinning her prey’s gams in place with a Schoolgirl Pin. Hands on the mat, Daphne locked eyes with one of the mouthbreathers in front row and flashed him a smirk while the incompetent official finally counted…
FOLDING POWERBOMB:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=9JA8TNwkIu4
ONE…
TWO…
Cipher bucked violently, sending Daphne pitching clear of the cover with a full second to spare. On her feet in an instant, Dufresne closed in on the ref and slapped the back of one hand against her palm three times in rapid succession. “ONE! TWO! THREE! Is that so hard? This match should already be over!”
“That was only two, Dufresne! Now get back to the action and don’t threaten me again unless you want to get disqualified!”
The limber grappler snorted, nostrils flared, eyes narrowed. “The hell you will.” Focusing her anger on its rightful target, she stepped up and drilled a Soccer Kick into Cipher’s tummy! West ‘oooffffhhed’ and tumbled onto her back, where she would’ve tended to the throbbing in her gut if the other brunette hadn’t laid claim to her left wrist. “Ya know what, bytch? I think I like this version of me better too.” Daphne sneered as she lifted Em’s arm away from her torso. “No more pandering, no more pretending, now I can just step between those ropes and wreck anyone who gets in my way!”
“Nnnnhhhh… and yet your verbal game remains as dull as evNNNNGGGHHH!”
Dufresne raised her right foot and brought it down fast, administering a hard stomp to the side of Emily’s skull! The Maiden of Mysteries tried to wriggle clear or push her attacker’s foot away, but Daphne grabbed the top rope with her free hand and used it to maintain her balance while she served up a whole feast of Sole Food to Cipher’s head, neck and shoulder. Her use of the ropes drew the ref’s ire faster than Dufresne would’ve liked, so she made sure to keep it up until he reached ‘FOUR!’ on his count.
QUICK CURBSTOMPS:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Nd8WmgLnkfU
Tossing Cipher’s wrist aside once the assault was over, Daphne thrust both hands overhead and bellowed for the crowd even as she ground the other woman’s cheek beneath her boot. Stepping clear with an arrogant little flourish, Dufresne crouched down and SLAPPED the back of her foe’s head. “Crawl out of my ring, bytch! Show these people just how pathetic you really are! I said CRAWL!” She slapped West again, then hissed when the grounded grappler seized her wrist.
Making a special effort to jam her fingertips into the pressure point on the underside of her attacker’s wrist, Emily growled, “Order me around one more time and see what it gets you, idiEERRGGGGGHHHH!” Infuriated by this painful show of resistance, Daphne crooked her free hand into a claw and raked it across Cipher’s eyes!
“Keep off the eyes, Daphne!” the ref barked at the blatant violation. “Don’t make me warn you again!”
“You won’t have to!” the green-clad lovely chirped once her hand was free. “You’ll be far too preoccupied tending to this one’s broken arm!” On that rather unpleasant note she seized Cipher’s left wrist and wrenched it back far enough to trap under her right armpit. In the same breath Daphne gripped her left forearm for extra support and used the grip to turn Cipher onto her stomach. Boots planted on either side of the other woman’s hips, the terrible tyro palmed Emily’s trapped bicep in her left hand and dropped to a seat on her prey’s lower back to complete the Arm Clutch.
ARM CLUTCH:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=iYGQ2ol2Foo
“Still too proud to crawl, freak?” Daphne’s voice was poisoned honey as she wrenched Cipher’s back and trapped arm at equally unpleasant angles. “Go on then, wait right here and soak up the hurt until I decide its time to snap your arm!” She punctuated the threat by leaaaaaaaaaaaaning back on the sadistic hold.
Propped up on her good elbow but otherwise stretched out on her belly, Em shook her head when the ref asked if she wanted to surrender. “You don’t have the guts to break anything, little girl. A raging narcissist like you wouldn’t DARE do anything to get herself blacklisted from AAAAAARRRRRHHHH BYTCH!”
Dufresne stopped cupping Cipher’s exposed bicep so she could reach down and worm that hand into the armhole of her foe’s top! Clearly enjoying the surprise from the audience and the pain from her adversary, Daphne squeezed, mauled, raked and otherwise abused Cipher’s bounty. “You’re right, how could these idiots admire my greatness if I was banned from the ring?” Dufresne taunted. “Guess I’ll have to settle for humiliating you instead!”
Forced to admit that she wasn’t going to escape this predicament without help from the ropes, Emily braced her free hand against the mat and pushed up just enough to get one knee beneath her. To her credit the incognito queen didn’t actually crawl, but the shambling skid she did manage wasn’t exactly dignified. After perhaps ten seconds of this unpleasant struggle she made a final push and wrapped her free hand around the bottom rope. “Break the hold, little girl. Don’t make me waiNNNNGGGGHH!”
Daphne did indeed release Cipher’s arm, alas, she only did so to palm the masked woman’s head and then BWONK it against the canvas. Not quite ready to relinquish her perch on the vulnerable vixen’s back just yet, Dufresne slid the both of ‘em forward until Em’s head and shoulders were a little beyond the top rope. Then she reached between top and middle strands, grabbed Cipher’s elbows and hooked them over the rubber-coated steel.
“C’mon Daphne, she’s in the ropes. You gotta let her go!”
“Not until you count, I don’t.” she chirped. Issue settled, she cupped Cipher’s chin in both hands and pulled back, a tactic that bent the back of Em’s neck against the bottom rope! Dufresne once again made excellent use of the count, holding her illicit maneuver until four and nine-tenths. Instinct told West to slide under the ropes for a breather but pride wouldn’t allow her to cede the ring to her lissome rival. She would’ve been better served listening to her gut, as staying in the ropes allowed Daphne to slap on a Waistlock and haul her to all fours. Switching half of her grip to a Half Nelson once she had Cipher clear of the ropes, Dufresne hauled the masked woman to boot leather only to drop her hips and snap back in a lightning-fast bridge that THWHUMPED Emily down flush on the back of her head and shoulders. Folded in half for what felt like the second time in as many minutes, the undercover FAWN star could only kick her feet while the ref counted…
ONE…
TWO…
She kicked loose and tumbled onto her stomach just after ‘TWO!’ Beside her, Daphne sat up, drew in a deep breath and let it out slow. “This is how it should have been the first time, bytch.” she sneered. “You suffering while I show these people why I deserve a spot on a much grander stage.”
“I… I… I don’t think you really want that, sweetness.” Em muttered once she’d managed to sit up. “After all, bigger stages just mean there’s more eyes on you when I make you beg for merHHHUUURRRGGGHH!”
Dufresne swooped in behind her, wrapped an arm around the other brunette’s neck and drew the noose tight. Free hand pressed against the back of Cipher’s skull, Daphne laid out on her side and threw a leg over opposing hip, thus making it that much more difficult to escape the Sleeper. Cool under pressure that’d have most of her babyface opposition twisting like a snake with a broken back, Emily dug one elbow into the mat while her other hand searched for vulnerabilities along the smooth curve of Dufresne’s encroaching bicep. Barely shaking her head ‘no’ when the ref asked if she wanted to quit, Cipher used her one elbow like a piton and draaaaaagged herself several inches closer to the ropes.
Daphne noted this, smirked and squeezed until she felt the breath gurgling in her attacker’s windpipe. “You’ll never make it in time, I don’t care how well you manage your air.” the younger brunette ‘smecked’ her oppressive thigh against West’s waist for emphasis. “You might not beg and scream, but you WILL go out. And when you do that mask is mine.”
West groaned, a sound someone might’ve mistaken for frustration or perhaps even panic. It was neither of those, instead it was irritation, irritation over the fact that her own calculations supported Dufresne’s claim. It WAS too far to count on the sanctuary of the ropes. Recalibrating the scenario in the blink of an eye, the Amazing Academic stopped reaching and started gouging, Em driving the point of her elbow into the meat of Daphne’s thigh over and over again. Dufresne growled and bore down a little tighter. “Too late, freak. You’re going to sleOOOWWW!” West drove her latest dagger in just above her attacker’s hip and the shift was enough to remove the encumbering leg from her midsection. Alas, scrambling to the ropes was still out of the question but the increased mobility allowed her to fight to a seat. Eyes closed to better ignore the faint tunneling at the edges of her vision, Emily resumed the elbow strikes and added another costly element to her captivity in the form of a savage hair pull!
“HAIR!” Daphne shouted at once. “HAIR, YOU IMBECILE! GET HER OFF MY--” Curses from the straining grappler as Cipher twisted to one knee, then sloooooowly rose to boot leather. “Doesn’t mean a goddamned thing.” Dufresne sneered in her ear. “Except that you’ll make a more satisfying thud when I let you drOOWWWUUUGGGHHHH!”
Understandably focused on maintaining the Sleeper, Daphne failed to account for her feet, which proved costly when the other brunette stamped on her toes! The Sleeper loosened considerably yet remained intact, at least until Emily cupped the back of her attacker’s head and swiftly dropped to one knee while simultaneously tugging with all her might. Already off balance after the stomp, Dufresne was slung over her foe’s shoulder, hit the mat in a loose tumble and sprang to verticality only a short distance removed.
Charging Cipher without so much as a word, the lissome lovely found energy for some lovely four letter verbs when the masked woman dipped under her Lariat attempt with a half-second to spare. Very much aware of the lightheadedness threatening her balance at every step, West threw herself into a dangerous half circle, lunged forward and THWHACKED Daphne square in the mouth with a big Rolling Forearm Smash. The taller brunette staggered violently, but rather than go down she snatched hold of Cipher’s wrist, stepped back and hurled her into the…no! In no mood to let the ingénue dictate terms any longer, West dug in her heels and reversed the momentum of the Irish Whip to send Dufresne rushing at the NO! Apparently Daphne wasn’t in the mood to be controlled either because instead of bouncing off the strands as West had intended, she leapt onto the top rope, balanced for an instant, then leapt back and twisted around, one long, dangerous leg arcing toward the spot currently occupied by her rival’s sku--
’OOOOOHHHHHH!’ from the crowd when Cipher snatched the outstretched ankle and laid out on her back. Not exactly the most stylish of counters until you saw Daphne lose all control of her descent and THWHUMP down flat on her face, chest and tummy! The thrum of Dufresne’s impact still shivered through the canvas when Emily somersaulted into a seat on her foe’s lower back. Tucking Daphne’s left ankle under her right armpit, Em shifted position, which allowed her to plant the point of her left knee in the hollow of her opponent’s spine. Hooks set, she took a moment to gather her strength, then WREEEEEEEEENCHED back on the taller woman’s captured leg.
“Give up any time you want, simpleton.” West chided over the sudden clamor of her opponent’s wailing. “Don’t take too long though, I suspect you’ve only got about fifteen seconds before your toes touch the nape of your neck!”
Cringing over the ungodly angle of Dufresne’s leg, the referee scurried in and knelt down beside the action. “What do you say, Daphne? Do you submit? Should I call for the--”
“You should get the F*CK out of my way!” the green-clad lovely rasped as she fought to master the anguish radiating from her knee, hip and lower back. He did so, unfortunately for Daphne the path revealed pointed her at the far corner, as opposed to the ropes. Resigned to a long, laborious crawl, Dufresne braced her hands and free knee against the mat and slowly hauled herself forward. Cipher felt the movement but made no effort to halt her rival’s progress, choosing instead to talk a little trash. “What’s the matter, my pretty little dullard? Not imaginative or strong enough to engineer a real escape? Never fear, scrabbling across the canvas is the perfect place for an idiot like--”
“Kiss my ass, bytch!” Dufresne growled through clenched teeth. “I don’t have to explain myself to a piece of trash like--” Daphne sucked in a worried, tense breath when she felt the other woman’s fingertips trailing ever so lightly against the undercarriage of her trunks.
“I’m sorry?” Cipher cooed. “I believe you were saying something interesting.”
Daphne, who’d done her share of squeezing an opponent’s briefs when she was of the mind, absolutely loathed the delicate scrape of Cipher’s nails against her womanhood. “Don’t you dare.” she whispered. “Don’t you f*cking dare, Cipher.”
Emily smiled and patted her adversary’s crotch. “I won’t… if you get your skinny ass crawling!” She squeezed Daphne’s undercarriage ever so slightly, yet it was still more than enough to get the other brunette crawling for the corner as quickly as she could. Em didn’t make it easy for her of course, even without the threat of a Crotch Claw the grinding weight of her left knee in the small of Dufresne’s back made every inch an exercise in anguish. Even so, the tenacious tyro kept up her progress until she grabbed hold of the ropes on either side of the bottom turnbuckle.
“Let go. I said LET GO, YOU MISERABLE CUAARRGGHH!”
Cipher bore down on Daphne’s groin only to let go when the referee hurried over to check on the commotion. With the younger woman temporarily paralyzed by the attack on her crotch, Emily spun around and planted a foot between her foe’s legs. From there she grabbed hold of Dufresne’s ankles and pulled them up n’ across, creating an ‘X’ of her foe’s legs that rested easily on her shin. “I’ve battled a great many women on a great many continents.” the Maiden of Mysteries mused as she bent down and took hold of Dufresne’s wrists. “Very few of them ever had the courage to literally stomp on my skull. For that you are to be congratulated… and punished, of course.”
Daphne shook her head ‘no’, let out an unpleasant squeal as Emily pulled her arms back at a sharp angle. Doing so peeled her upper body off the canvas and left her vulnerable face hanging less than six inches above the roughly-padded turnbuckle. “You think you can scare me, freak? I don’t sweat losers like UUUUNNNNNNNGGGHH!” Em placed her free foot between the other brunette’s shoulders and stamped down even as she released Dufresne’s wrists. There was a ‘BWUUUNG!’ followed by sympathetic groans from the audience as Daphne’s patrician features smashed into the canvas-sheathed steel with teeth-rattling force.
Thoroughly stunned in the aftermath of the ingeniously delivered Curbstomp, Dufresne again demonstrated wiles beyond her years by sliding one hand under the bottom rope. The tactic worked the same as a break, or at least it would have if Cipher hadn’t drilled her heel into the meat of her opponent’s exposed bicep! Daphne cursed and drew the limb in close against her torso, thus erasing the reprieve before the ref even knew it existed.
“And how are we feeling now, little girl?” West purred to the supine battler after she’d filled her hands with Daphne’s hair. “Has this most recent bout of head trauma unlocked the mysteries of the universe?” Dufresne couldn’t answer not because she didn’t want to, but because it took all her effort to remain vertical as the masked woman began to peel her off the canvas. Give her credit, she actually managed to gouge an elbow into her adversary’s ribs, alas there was minimal power behind the blow and West promptly made her pay with a Shoulderblock to the back that THWHUMPED her into the top turnbuckle sternum-first. “I do believe you’re fading fast, Daphne.” Em sounded disappointed despite the fact that she was grinding her right shoulder into the other woman’s vertebrae. “I truly thought you were built for the long game, but if I was in error it’s only proper to put you out of your misery as quickly as possible.”
Arms thrown over the top rope to keep her knees from buckling, Dufresne sucked wind in between snarling, “Yuuuuhhhh… your only hope… is to… to…to finish this quickly, bytch. The longer it goes, the more you’re going to NNNNGGGGHHHH!”
Em braced a forearm across her opponent’s shoulders, the better to make sure she couldn’t adjust before the incognito FAWN star THWHUMPED a Kneelift into Daphne’s right kidney. “Enjoy myself? Yes, I dare say you’re correct. Dismantling an overrated hype machine such as yourself is endlessly entertaining.” In case anyone doubted the veracity of Cipher’s observation, she went a long way toward changing their minds when she peeled Dufresne off the buckles and stuffed her head under the taller woman’s arm. Cinching one arm around Daphne’s midsection while her other hand gripped the youngster’s knee-pad. What looked like the set-up for a Backdrop Suplex turned out to be a means to an end, in this case muscling Daphne into a seat on the top turnbuckle, facing the audience.
Shifting her footing to observe her rival in profile, Cipher frowned and said, “Hmmmmh, I fear the Curbstomp might have knocked your nose out of true, little one. But perhaps another vantage point will provide more information.” CRAAACK! Emily wound up and delivered a vicious Overhand Bytch Slap between her opponent’s shoulders! Daphne wailed and arched her back, thus making it even easier for the Amazing Academic to grab a double handful of hair and pull! West didn’t swing her prey down into the Tree of Woe, indeed Dufresne ended up stretched out straight, her body parallel to the canvas, albeit several feet above it.
West was about to note her observations on the Green Queen’s nose when the ref scurried over and patted her on the shoulder. “All right Cipher, that’s enough corner work. Get her away from the ropes ASAP!”
Emily was already planning that exact scenario, but she’d be damned if she’d let the zebra speed up her timetable. Even so, she nodded in understanding, then turned Dufresne’s mug to the official. “Of course, good sir. But first, a question. Does her nose look crooked to you?” The ref blinked, looked from Emily to Daphne and back again. “Uh, no, I don’t think so.” “Really? That’s surprising. How about now?” The Black Queen formed her right arm into a ‘V’, raised it overhead and jammed the point of her elbow into the bridge of Daphne’s nose! Dufresne wailed and the ref squawked another warning, so Cipher spun around so that the back of the younger woman’s head was braced against the ball of her right shoulder. Her hands laced over Daphne’s chin, the Maiden of Mysteries pushed onto tiptoe, then dropped to her knees to THWHUNK her opponent’s noggin with a Hangman’s Neckbreaker so vicious it whiplashed the limber lovely from the corner to the mat in a single ugly jolt.
ROPE HUNG HANGMAN'S NECKBREAKER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=h8m9QjOgemc
Though the crowd was quick to demand a cover, Emily had the presence of mind to delay gratification long enough to grab Dufresne at shoulder and hip and draaaaaaag her out into the middle of the squared circle. Settling into a Back Press once they were clear of the ropes, she hooked the near leg in both arms and jerked Daphne’s knee up to her chest while the ref counted…
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO!
Dufresne tore loose within an Ace of going 0-2, the narrow escape earning her some grudging applause to go with more heartfelt cheers of those fans that loved loving a heroine that loathed their existence. Mildly irritated by the younger woman’s resilience, Emily showed two fingers to the referee and asked, “Are you sure you know what comes after two, little man?”
“Yes, Cipher. And you’ll hear it if you manage to keep her down for that long.”
West smiled, in the mask it made the bottom half of her face look like nothing but teeth. “Challenge accepted.” After a moment to ‘flick’ the edges of her bottoms back into place, Em ran her claws through Daphne’s hair to make sure she found the best possible grip before digging in deep. Daphne moaned, swatted at the Insidious Intellectual’s wrists, but couldn’t stop the veteran from hauling her to boot leather. Em didn’t bother with a Toe Kick or even a Kneelift, she simply stuffed the other brunette’s skull under her left armpit and slipped both hands under Dufresne’s biceps. Her fingertips were brushing when Daphne slipped free of the Double Underhook and snatched her attacker’s left wrist! Creating some distance with a single giant step backward, the green-clad battler twisted the exposed limb in a smooth circle, then halved her grip and unleashed a European Uppercut, not to her foe’s jaw but to the underside of her left arm!
EUROPEAN UPPERCUT ARMBREAKER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=-B0Xo8WaIkY
Emily hissed, jerked her arm back and started to turn away, but only got about a third of the way before Dufresne snatched her left wrist again. Another Arm Wringer followed, then Daphne stretched it out full length, sprang up and tucked both knees against her chest, all the better to wedge her knees against the masked woman’s elbow. Gravity put Dufresne on her back and THWHUNKED Cipher’s wing against those bony joints. The impact knocked Emily onto her knees, the tenderized arm pulled tight against her chest while her other hand rested hard against the canvas.
DOUBLE KNEE ARMBREAKER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Xd0sb_LqXrQ
Beside her, Daphne scrambled to verticality, noted the opening and launched herself into a short, savage Kneelift that SLAMMED into the side of her opponent’s skull! West went down in a heap, alas she was granted no time to savor the pleasantries of the mat, as Dufresne immediately palmed her ears and hauled her upright. Too angry to bother with words at the moment, Daphne settled for a single spiteful Headbutt between the eyes, followed by a Wristlock on Cipher’s tender left arm. Forcing the limb up between her prey’s shoulders without actually swinging around behind, Dufresne wedged her head under Cipher’s right arm, then dropped her hips and popped off an insanely quick / hard bridge that planted her burden spine-first atop the thinly-sheathed plywood! Bridging up on her toes the instant the Northern Lights Suplex hit home, Daphne’s formerly grim expression melted into a cruel grin as she nodded along for…
HAMMERLOCK NORTHERN LIGHTS SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=yCcjNJUkZsE
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
The Maiden of Mysteries bucked loose, twisting to the side with only a few inches between the ref’s palm and ‘THREE!’. Seemingly nonplussed by her rival’s escape, Dufresne mopped the sweat from her brow and flicked it in Cipher’s general direction in advance of once again claiming the masked woman’s left wrist. “I’m perfectly within my rights to break this off.” she noted while forcing West to her feet. “And if I wasn’t down a match, I damned well would. But seeing as how you got lucky the first time around, I don’t want to, excuse me--”
The Green Queen doubled down on the Wristlock, twisted the wounded limb in a tight circle and followed up with a spitefully simple kick to the pit of Emily’s stomach. Spinning around to secure a Side Headlock as soon as Cipher doubled over, Dufresne broke into a limber sprint that covered half the ring, followed by a flying leap that covered most of the rest! Her landing was relatively peaceful save for a minor tremor up the tailbone, Emily however was driven face-first into the canvas with London-levels of momentum, a small detail that made West dislike the youngster that much more.
RUNNING BULLDOG:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=YyuUG4jX_eI
Not that her thinking was so cogent at the moment, indeed her worlds both interior and exterior were little more than foggy swirls of color and sound, the only concrete details a certain unpleasant pressure on her chest and a steady pounding not too far from her head…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
Sensationally inspired though it may be, no mere Bulldog could put down the Black Queen, as evidenced by Em’s escape with a half second to spare. Dufresne didn’t complain once, she simply slapped Cipher’s mouth for the hell of it, then cupped her ears and started tugging. “As I was saying, you’re ahead in this little series of ours, at least for a few more minutes. Once that changes, I don’t plan to wait long for our rubber match, in fact UNNNGGHHH!”
West cupped her right hand against the nape of Daphne’s neck, pulled her close and drove a Kneelift into that washboard midsection. After another had Dufresne panting on her shoulder, Cipher muttered, “Aren’t you getting ahead of yourself, little girlLNGH! NGH! NGH! NGH!”
Daphne fought fire with napalm, the enraged ingénue answering back with a stiff barrage of half a dozen Forearm Smashes, each THWHAPPING into the hulking curves of her foe’s décolletage. Even more important (at least from a strategic standpoint), the flurry forced Emily backward until she could go no farther without risk of tumbling between the rubber-coated steel. “As I was saying,” Dufresne took hold of that vulnerable left wrist yet again, “I’m not going to put you on the shelf until I’ve proved to the world that you’re no match for me.”
Far from willing to wait for the official to enforce a break, West wedged her right forearm in under the taller grappler’s head and pushed, bending her neck at an awkward angle. “That’s an awful lot of words to say ‘never’ deaEERRGGGHUUUFFFHHHH!”
That haughty insolence dropped away fast when Dufresne forced Em’s left arm behind her back and wrenched it up so that the crook of her elbow was wedged against the top rope! Such an augmented Hammerlock was bad enough in the veteran’s current state of affairs, of course Daphne made it that much worse by hopping up and ‘smecking’ her legs around the trapped woman’s waist. Ankles locked, Daphne SQUEEEEEEEZED her victim’s ribs while devoting the rest of her efforts to breaking Cipher’s arm with the Hammerlock. In a No DQ situation she might’ve done just that, however the normal rules of combat held sway in this particular encounter, meaning it was only a moment before the zebra hurried over and issued a warning.
“Get her off the ropes, Daphne! C’mon, right now, I said!”
Those diabolical dimples made an appearance as Daphne redoubled her efforts to cripple the wailing superstar. “You want her out, you miserable little nobody? Give me a five count first!” He obliged her without further comment, the count perhaps a touch faster than normal, as no one liked being called a miserable little nobody. Much too enamored with her opponent’s pain to note the accelerated count, Daphne broke the Scissors at ‘FOUR’ and relinquished the Hammerlock thereafter, though she reclaimed it the instant Cipher tried to skid down the ropes to safety. “Not so fast, bytch.” Daphne jerked Emily’s left arm out to one side and pulled it tight to her own chest. “Just because I WON’T break your arm doesn’t mean I can’t make you wish for a cast!”
Limb secured at bicep and wrist, Dufresne took to the skies, landed with both feet on the second rope and pushed off with more than enough momentum to swing around in a smooth half circle. Falling backward as gravity claimed them both, the green-clad tyro landed stretched out on her back whereas poor Emily nearly had her shoulder THAWHAMMED out of socket by the Single Arm Tornado DDT.
SINGLE ARM TORNADO DDT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=XGbHfYgRCQ4
Em sobbed aloud, rolled to one side and curled into a ball, the wounded warrior doing everything she could to protect her arm from more punishm-- Uncomfortable groans from those assembled as the vindictive brunette popped up, drew one foot back and drilled a savage Soccer Kick between her rival’s shoulders. The force of it rolled West onto her belly and she tucked her left arm beneath her torso, even if her own weight made protecting the limb that much more painful. Dufresne ignored her preferred target for the moment however, choosing instead to take up residence between the shorter woman’s slightly splayed legs. Facing away from her flattened foe, Daphne crouched, grabbed hold of Cipher’s ankles and raised her lower legs, all the better to angle opposing calves against her shins. A bit more work crossed West’s ankles in a snug ‘V’ and wedged her feet in behind the standing battler’s knees, thus ensuring Emily wasn’t getting free without a great deal of effort. With the masked woman’s legs effectively neutralized, Daphne looked back over one shoulder and demanded, “Your arms. Give them to me.”
Cursing under her breath as she attempted to engineer a way out of this trap, the Amazing Academic shook her head ‘no’ and reaaaaached for the ropes with her good right hand. No luck, the ropes were a good thirty inches away and with her legs tied in a knot she didn’t have enough leverage to slither forward even the tiniest bit. Dufresne rolled her eyes. “Fine, we’ll do this the hard way.” Sinking into a deep squat that only exacerbated the pressure on her prey‘s knees, Daphne reached out with her right hand, palmed the top of Cipher’s skull and deftly hooked her index and middle fingers into the masked woman’s nostrils. “Give me your hands.” the hardbody brunette repeated. “Give them to me now.”
In the end West was forced to comply, it was either bring her hands out of hiding or risk permanent injury via the insidious claw. Ending the nefarious nasal assault only when she’d seized one and then both of Cipher’s wrists, Daphne dropped even lower and twisted into a seat before pushing out and up with her legs while yanking on Cipher’s wrists!
DUFRESNE DEVICE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=086klgw4OlY
“AAAAWWW GAAAAAAAHHHHHHD!” as the Dufresne Device put hellacious pressure on her knees and her already straining shoulders. “EEEERRRGGHHHHH! NO! NO, I DON’T SUBMIT! GET AWAY AND DON’T ASK STUPID QUESTAAAARRRRGGGHH!”
Daph puuuuuuuuuulled on those wrists and pusssssssssshed on those knees, adding even more torque to the submission. “Doesn’t sound like a stupid question to me, loser.” the domineering brunette chided. “Sounds like he’s trying to make sure I don’t tear you apart in the next few seconds.”
Balanced on nothing but the crown of her skull after the second round of tugging, Em couldn’t shake her head ‘no’ and she didn’t waste any breath on words, so she suffered in hellish silence while she twisted her wrists inside those snug mana--THERE! The Maiden of Mysteries slipped loose of the youngster’s trap with a relieved sigh, the torque in her shoulders and neck instantly relieved. Her legs were another story, but while the knot was unpleasant, Daphne hadn’t spent the whole match working them over, so Cipher endured the discomfort while she plotted her next move.
On the other side of that leggy barricade, an irritated Dufresne pushed onto her elbows and glared at the ref. “Shouldn’t you be checking that hag’s shoulders?” she asked.
“Already did, Daph.” he responded. “They’re up.”
Not so exhausted that she didn’t catch the frustration in her foe’s tone, West propped herself up in similar fashion, then noted, “Yes dear one, the greatest among us default to positions that lead to victory, rather than defeat. You should try it some--” the taunt ended in a low groan as Daphne extended her legs to put more pressure on the masked woman’s knees.
“And you should try shutting your mouth every once in a while. Now, don’t you have some ropes to crawl to? Or are you going to let exhaustion claim EEERRRRGGHHHH CHEAP BYTCH!”
West paid no attention to Dufresne’s critique of her tactics, she was too busy digging her fingers into the soft flesh in the pits of her attacker’s knees. Daphne squirmed and twisted in hopes of shaking the claws without relinquishing her hold, but pressure points could only be ignored for so long and in less than ten seconds she’d disengaged entirely. Scrambling to boot leather as soon as she was safely removed from the cheating witch, Dufresne didn’t even bother tending to her stinging joints, she simply charged across the canvas, dropped into a low slide and THWHACKED Cipher across the collarbone with a beautiful Sliding Lariat. Unprepared for such a swift response from her adversary, Em was knocked flat, the base of her skull bouncing against the thinly-sheathed plywood.
“You think you’re so f*cking clever, don’t you?” Daphne had her hands in the smaller brunette’s hair before the stars finished blooming behind West’s eyes. “You’re not clever, Cipher. You’re desperate. And desperate trash can’t hang with the Green Queen.”
Transitioning to that hated Wristlock as soon as Cipher was vertical, Dufresne twisted off three more Arm Wringers as she led / dragged her opponent to the edge of the ring. With Emily’s wrist very much under her control, Daph laid it over the top rope, then reached down with free hand, grabbed the middle rope and pulled it up n’ over that vulnerable wrist. “Trapped like the filthy mongrel you are!” Dufresne sneered after a slap to the side of the head. “Will you try to chew your way to freedom like the rest of your sharp-toothed kin? Or will you await your fate with--”
“Good GOD, do you ever shut NNNNNNGGHHHH!”
Emily ate a boot to the gut for her troubles, the Toe Kick strong enough to double her over in a single stroke. Quick to resume the task at hand, Dufresne hurried to the nearest corner, slipped out onto the apron and hopped onto the top rope. “Quiet please, everyone!” she called to the roaring crowd. “I want you all to pinpoint the exact moment her arm snaps!” This only earned more noise from those assembled, yet Daphne didn’t seem to mind, as evidenced by the wicked smile on her face when she leapt from her perch with both knees raised to chest lev--”OOOOFFFHHHHHH!”
Emily couldn’t pull her hand free so she stepped back as far and as fast as she could. The rubber-coated steel burned the hell out of her already tender wrist, but the shift in position gave her just enough room to blast the limber lovely out of the sky with a resounding Side Kick to the belly! The blow sent a violent jolt through both women, but where Dufresne came down hard on her shoulder and hip, West was jerked free of the ensnaring strands to backpedal awkwardly into the opposite corner. Distressingly aware that she was essentially down an arm against one of the most tenacious women she’d encountered in recent memory, West held that useless left arm against her torso and took deep, slow breaths while she kept her attention trained on Dufresne.
“Gather your wits before you dare sit up, false queen.” she said to no one in particular. “I want to see at least a trace of recognition in your eyes when I put you down for the night.”
It took several seconds for the fallen brunette to comply, thankfully Em was nothing if not patient and she didn’t so much as twitch until Dufresne managed to sit up. Then she sprinted out of the corner, showing the sort of short, explosive bursts that’d helped her bedevil even the fleetest of FAWN feet. Dufresne proved no exception, her mind registered the black & white blur for all of a split-second before THWHACK! Cipher unleashed a hellacious Penalty Kick that smote Daphne’s tits with a sound like someone striking wet clay with a baseball bat!
The ’oooooohhh’s!’ of the capacity crowd weren’t enough to overshadow Dufresne’s bleat of pain, nor did the cries of ’ONE MORE TIME!’ dissuade the masked woman from her plotted course. Making a special point to twist the dazed battler’s ears as she peeled her off the canvas, West dragged Dufresne to the middle of the squared circle, dropped her right shoulder and muscled the green-clad woman up in a Fireman’s Carry. No snappy observations this time around, Em just turned in a full circle, then tossed Daphne up n’ forward while simultaneously dropping back with both knees raised high. “UNNNNGGGGGHHHH!” Daphne landed on those bony joints full force, but rather than bounce away clutching her gut like physics and logic suggested, the resilient rookie maintained her footing, albeit one that put her head practically between her knees.
Invigorated by the sight of her vulnerable adversary, West got up, rushed in and used her bad left arm to secure a Front Facelock. It wasn’t ideal, but she’d need the right for lifting and thus she snatched a huge handful of Dufresne’s waistband. Hooks set, she dipped her knees and hoisted Daphne directly overhead. The first time they’d met West hadn’t bothered with a stall, now she set her feet and grit her teeth so the crowd could toll off the seconds. ’ONE… TWO… THREE… FOUR… FIVE… SIX… SEVEN… EIGHT… OOOHHHHH!”
The Black Queen’s doomsday clock got set back several seconds when Dufresne crunched in on herself and slammed the point of one knee into the top of Cipher’s noggin. That alone wasn’t enough to free her from the masked woman’s clutches and Daphne must’ve sensed as much because she curled her right hand into a claw and applied it directly to her rival’s left shoulder! Emily shrieked as her knees gave out -- she might have well hit the Brainbuster anyway if Dufresne hadn’t bucked loose at just the right moment. Landing on her feet in front of the wobbly warrior, Daphne clamped down on the shoulder claw again, then used it to jerk Em forward into a hateful Kneelift that landed flush between her thighs!
“You’re mine now, freak.” Dufresne rasped into West’s ear. Taking Em’s back was no problem with the Insidious Intellectual moving in slow motion, even so, Daphne slapped the Half Nelson on that left arm like she thought Cipher would twist loose at any second. Not giving a damn what anyone thought of her at this point, Dufresne reached up with her free hand, hooked a couple fingers in the eye holes of Cipher’s mask and jerked it to one side, shifting the material so that it blinded the smaller grappler!
West’s groan of protest never even got a chance to register. Daphne added a Half Waistlock to the mix, then dropped her hips and turned Em inside out with a Release Half Nelson Suplex that dropped her flat on her face, chest and belly! Bounced onto her knees after the thunderous impact, a blinded Cipher grabbed her mask in both hands and tugged it back into proper alignment so--THWHACK! Daphne came in on the run and dropped / twisted into a hurricane force European Uppercut that tagged Emily square on the point of the chin. Knocked from her knees to the back of her head and shoulders by the move Daphne called the Alpha Strike, West offered no protest when the Green Queen rolled her onto her back, planted a knee on her chest and hooked the far leg for the…
HALF NELSON SUPLEX & ALPHA STRIKE @ 1:24
www.youtube.com/watch?v=KXWJ_ySf2ZY
ONE…
TWO…
THREE!
Dufresne sprang up and drove a hateful stomp into Cipher’s chest as the bell confirmed her victory. More than happy to keep it there all night if need be, she turned to the referee, tapped her wrist and demanded, “Raise it, loser!” He did, though the man looked about as happy as the rest of the crowd, which was to say, not very.
Their mood didn’t improve when the Announcer called, “Ladies and gentlemen, your winner via pin-fall… DAPHNE DUFRESNE!”
Beaming with satisfaction even as the jeers continued to rain down, Daphne yanked free of the official’s grasp and offered the crowd a strong double bicep flex before flicking them off. “I TOLD you I was going to win!” she ground the sole of her boot into Emily’s chest a little harder. “I told each and every one of you EXACTLY what was going to happen tonight and then I damn well delivered! Do you idiots remember what else I promised?”
They did and while the crowd had no love for the masked woman, they still jeered the thought of Cipher losing her mask under such shady circumstances. Daphne on the other hand felt no such qualm which is why her smile got even wider as she stepped over the downed battler and dropped to her knees, Dufresne’s backside ‘thumping’ into the pit of her opponent’s stomach. “I don’t know who you are and I don’t particularly care.” Daphne’s voice was a soft, furious purr as she slipped her thumbs under the material of Cipher’s mask. “All I care about is adding this lovely little curio to my trophy case… and seeing the shame on your face when I show it to the--”
Cipher reached up and grabbed Dufresne’s left wrist in a surprisingly firm grip. Her other hand went to her mouth, probably to stifle a sob, an idea Daphne found most amusing. But when Dufresne smacked her hand away and the masked woman spoke, her voice was far steadier than the Green Queen would’ve liked. “Fair warning, Daphne. You’ll see through this disguise soon enough, but now is not the time. Allow me to leave the ring in peace and you shall enjoy your victory with no interference from me. Try to take my mask and… well, I wouldn’t advise UNNNNGGGGHH!”
Daphne grabbed her head in both hands and BWUNKED it against the thinly-sheathed plywood once, twice, three times! Leaning in so she was almost nose to nose with the dazed wrestler, Dufresne growled, “You lost, bytch. Losers don’t dictate terms, they shut up deal with the consequenceEEERRRRRRGGGGGGHHHHHHH!”
Turned out winning had consequences too, as Daphne discovered when Cipher pursed her lips and blew a cloud of Green Mist into her opponent’s face! Dufresne screamed in surprise and pain and tumbled backward, clawing at her face and beating her heels against the canvas.
“Thank you, Autumn.” Emily murmured as she rolled under the bottom rope to the safety of the outside.
Under better circumstances she might’ve gone after the squalling brunette, alas her arm was still practically useless and her nerves were rather frayed after the close call with her mask. So she made her way up the ramp in silence, careful to keep her eyes on the ring in case Daphne recovered quicker than expected. This proved quite fortuitous, as the referee managed to hand his charge a bottle of water, the contents of which she immediately poured onto her face. Scrambling to a seat, she groped around until she found a double handful of his shirt. This was promptly conscripted into service as a towel, much to his dismay.
Blinking like an owl dragged into the noonday sun, Daphne looked around, spotted Cipher in retreat and clambered to the ropes as fast as she could. “THIS ISN’T OVER!” she screamed. “YOU HEAR ME, CIPHER! THIS ISN’T OVER! NOT UNTIL I RUIN YOU! HEAR ME, BYTCH? I AM GOING TO RUIN YOU!”
Emily beckoned the younger brunette with her good arm, not that she actually wanted another round at the moment. “Whenever you’re ready, little girl.” she taunted. “I do so love watching you fail.”
“BYTCH!” Daphne started through the ropes only to turn her attention to the ref when he looped an arm around her waist and draaaaaaaagged her back to the center of the ring.
“God bless the zebras,” Emily huffed as she reached the top of the small ramp. “For they are the black & white on which this Great Game is played.” She tipped a tired, albeit teasing salute to Daphne, then stepped through the curtain and out of sight. By the time Dufresne stormed backstage a mere three minutes later, the Black Queen was safely out of the building and driving to a motel three counties over.
So....... this is about two months late.
In my defense, the match proper has been done since late February, but a combination of real world bullshit, real world non-bullshit (Hello WrestleMania!) and other FAWN PPV commitments kept me from putting the finishing touches on this installment until earlier this week. My profuse apologies for all those who've been wondering what the hell Emily's been doing, I hope you enjoy. And as for the next chapter, I'm thinking it'll be ready by late June / early July, if the chaos doesn't bog me down again.
~RF
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A few tweets leading into the Great Plains Goddesses of Wrestling ‘Heartland Havoc’ card in Hemingford Home, Nebraska…
Great Plains Goddesses @gpgow - Apr 12
Heartland Havoc is less than a week away! Come out this Saturday for 10 great matches including the anticipated rematch between @greenqueen_DaphneD & @inscrutablecipher
Great Plains Goddesses ReTweeted
Daphne Dufresne @greenqueen_Daphne D - Apr 14
You got lucky the first time we met @inscrutablecipher but at Heartland Havoc I even the score AND give these drooling Nebraska morons a gift they’ll never forget. A good long look at whatever fugly face is hiding under that mask!
Great Plains Goddesses ReTweeted
Cipher @inscrutablecipher - Apr 14
Our last encounter was but a taste of things to come @greenqueen_DaphneD. You favor yourself royalty, but you submit like any other peasant. Tomorrow night I’ll allow the good folks of Hemingford Home to learn what I already know. You’re a sniveling fraud.
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With the intermission over, the packed crowd in the Hemingford Home Armory cheered to rattle the walls as the Announcer stepped back into the ring. “Ladies and gentlemen, welcome back to Heartland Havoc 2017! The following contest is scheduled for one fall with a thirty minute time limit! Introducing first, hailing from Seattle Washington, she stands at five feet seven inches tall and weighs in tonight at one hundred and thirty-five pounds, she is the Green Queen… DAPHNE DUFRESNE!”
DAPHNE DUFRESNE:
The curtain at the far end of the Armory was swatted aside and the woman in question stepped through to a resounding mixture of cheers and boos, the former and the latter both a result of her now notorious breakdown / tantrum following her loss back in Washington late last year. Patently unimpressed by the Nebraska Nitwits, Daphne raised a hand like she was going to wave, then scoffed and blew them off as she headed for the ring. For tonight’s vengeance against that masked piece of trash, the toned brunette wore an emerald green one-piece with an hour glass shaped piece of mesh across the chest (the negative space of which created a sort of bikini top look) and an identical shape, albeit turned on its side, across her tummy to better show off her sculpted torso. Her boots and wrist tape were a matching green while her boots were gleaming black.
Though she longed to get out of this corn-fed hellhole as quickly as possible, Dufresne forced herself to walk the distance to the squared circle, mostly because it allowed her to run down each and every idiot who dared open their mouth in her presence. Gifting the last of these fools with a flick of invisible sweat gathered from her washboard abs, Daphne jogged up the steps to the apron, hopped onto the top rope and launched herself into a 450 spin that brought her down in a perfect landing in the middle of the ring. “None of you deserve to witness my greatness!” she told the crowd. “But on this night, just this ONCE, you’re going to stand in the presence of a real winner!” This proclamation brought on more vitriol, which Dufresne happily returned after she’d settled in against the buckles on the far side of the ring.
Once the worst of the heat died down, the Announcer started up again. “And introducing her opponent, hailing from a place beyond our comprehension, she stands at five feet four inches tall and weighs in tonight at one hundred and twenty-five pounds, she is the inscrutable, the unbreakable, CIPHER!”
‘Heavy is the Head’ tore through the speakers and earned another mixed reaction, though this one MAY have been the tiniest bit heavier on cheers, if only because the woman in question hadn’t taken any shots at the venue or the town that housed it. Cipher made her appearance shortly thereafter, the masked woman stepped onto the stage and surveyed her surroundings. Though she didn’t offer them so much as a word of praise, Emily noted the slight increase in cheers and raised a fist in response. Then she pointed to Dufresne and called, “Your time is over, false queen.” Daphne only scoffed, so Cipher headed down the ramp to show her the error of her ways.
For her second lesson with the so-called Green Queen, the fireplug brunette wore a black lucha mask that covered everything save her mouth and her hair. Below was a one-piece done in black & white like a chessboard. Cut high on the hips and low in the back, it showed off her shoulders, glutes and thighs to great effect. Her elbow and knee pads were matte black (the latter emblazoned with blood red question marks) while her boots were the same black & white as her one-piece.
Heading up the steps without paying any more attention to the fans, Cipher wiped her boots on the apron, slipped through the bottom rope and claimed the center as her own. She beckoned Daphne to join her and the younger brunette made to do so, but the referee stepped between them with raised hands. “There’ll be enough time for that later, ladies.” he said. “Please go to your corners so I can check your pads and boots.”
“Wrong, moron.” Dufresne snapped en route to her set of buckles. “There isn’t nearly enough time for me to do everything I want to that lumpy freak.”
Emily smiled, pleased, if not intimidated by her opponent’s rancor. “Oh, I’m not sure about that, little girl. Thirty minutes seems like more than enough time for you to prostrate yourself before me. And even if it’s not, I can make it feel like an eternity.” With that she backed into her own corner and waited through the final inspections with at least a modicum of patience.
Emily was in the midst of trying to explain her intellectual superiority (in the simplest terms possible, mind you) to the yutz in the Bloodwind shirt when an increase in crowd noise and the squeak of boot on canvas told her that Daphne Dufresne had grown much less subtle in her duplicity. Running the numbers in the span between heartbeats, the masked brunette leapt off her perch and hurled herself backward, West twisting around and stretching out in mid-flight, a gorgeous Flying Crossbody that drove her into the younger brunette’s chest with a heavy THWHUMP!
Caught totally flatfooted by the lightning quick counter, Daphne went down hard and fast, the lithesome lovely hitting flush on the back of her head and shoulders. Dufresne’s legs kicked up too and Cipher would’ve hooked one or both, if the bell had sounded. Since it hadn’t, she slid up a little higher, shifted onto her right side and snugged that arm around the back of her opponent’s skull. Drawing the Headlock tight enough to force Daphne’s cheek against the swell of her breast, Em crooked her left hand into a fist and quickly pwak-pwak-pwak-PWAAAKED a short, brutal fusillade of punches into Dufresne’s forehead.
Furious over the ignominious start, Daphne clamped down on her attacker’s encroaching forearm and pushed with all her strength while simultaneously bracing her feet against the mat. A single shove n’ bridge broke the Headlock and sent Cipher rolling in one direction while Dufresne rolled in the other. “Nice sneak attack, little girl.” the Maiden of Mysteries taunted after she’d regained her feet. “Are you SURE I’m the first woman to ever hang a loss on your clumsy, fumbling asSSNNNGGGHH!”
Dufresne stormed into the breach, snatched a huge handful of hair and THWHAPPED a Forearm Smash against the smaller grappler’s mouth. Teeth bared in a hateful grin, the green-clad lovely tagged her with a second Forearm Smash and sneered, “Oh yeah, bytch. You’re the first AND the last skank to ever sneak one by NGH!”
Cipher repaid Daphne’s hair-pull with one of her own, then pounded opposing rack with a spiteful Forearm Smash. “No sneaking, numbskull. You’re not smart enough to require my full--” West’s rejoinder died off in an angry hiss when Dufresne crooked her hands into claws and helped herself to a greedy handful of Cipher’s juggs!
“You’re not as smart as you think you are, f*ckface.” Daphne growled while she worked Emily’s breasts like exceptionally stiff dough. “If you were you never would’ve agreed to a rematWHOOAANNNNGGGGHHH!”
The Black Queen didn’t bother to break her attacker’s grip, rather she dropped a hip, wrapped her arms around the taller woman’s upper thighs and locked her hands just below the swell of Daphne’s buttocks. In the next instant she surged onto her tiptoes and dropped forward and down to THAWHUMP Daphne into the deck with an improvised Spinebuster! The rough jolt popped Dufresne’s claws wide open and raised her back in a high, angry arch. It didn’t last long however, as Cipher scrambled into a heavy mount and pressed down, forcing the taller brunette’s back and buttocks into the mat.
“GET OFF ME YOU SNEAKY BYTCH!” Dufresne fumed as she bucked her hips and clawed at Cipher’s brawny shoulders. “YOU’RE NOT GONNA GET AWAY WITH MMMRRRRPPPPPGGGGHHH!”
Planted on her knees and forearms, West wriggled up a little higher, wrapped both arms around the back of Dufresne’s skull and pulled her into a crushing Front Sleeper! “Get away with what, dear?” Em twined her ankles around Daphne’s heels and wrenched her stems wide with a Double Leg Grapevine. “Putting my tits in your face? I don’t know how to tell you this, but I’ve already succeeded on that frrrrrrgggghhhh!” Daphne ‘smecked’ her hands against Cipher’s glutes, snatched a huge handful of those black togs and YANKED them up by a good six inches! Having endured similar resistance from other idiots she’d trapped in this particular predicament, Emily cupped her own elbows for extra leverage and pulled tight enough to bend Dufresne’s nose against her sternum. Mildly satisfied by the indy star’s muffled squeal, Cipher looked up, found the official standing over them with a rather befuddled expression on his face.
“I do believe her shoulders are down.” she said with a smirk. “She may want to submit too, but don’t quote me, messages have a way of getting garbled when delivered from this close.”
The zebra, looking as though he’d never seen this particular strategy before, scratched his head and nodded. “Ummmmh, ok.”
West snarled as the flailing Dufresne sawed the slick lyrca of her togs back n’ forth at an unpleasant angle. “Perhaps you’d like to make a count?” she said with false sweetness.
“Oh. I haven’t rang the bell yet.”
Daphne halved the wedgie, curled her free hand into a fist and began POUNDING it into her tormentor’s ribs. Civil façade cracking, Emily cooed, “Then go signal the Timekeeper and get your ass back herEERROOOOOWWWW DAMMIT!”
Frantic to escape this humiliating punishment, Dufresne managed to open her mouth and filled it with a great deal of her attacker’s bounty! Releasing the Jugg Smother without relinquishing the mount, Cipher buried her hands in the other brunette’s hair, yanked her head off the mat and BWUNKED it against the canvas once, twice, three times. “I must say, I like this version of you much more.” Emily gasped as she leaned back on her haunches. “All the civility and pretensions stripped away, just the snarling, biting savage I saw the moment I laid eyes on--”
Daphne sent the incognito star tumbling to her side with a rude shove, then scrambled to boot leather. Far less pleasant than her adversary, Dufresne glared daggers at the official and roared, “RING THE GODDAMNED BELL!”
Snapped out of his stupor by the limber lovely’s rage, the ref hurried over to one corner and waved a signal to the Timekeeper. A moment later the bell finally CLANGED, meaning Daphne was perfectly within her rights when she unleashed a heartless barrage of stomps on her target’s shoulders, hips, belly and thighs. Grimacing as she soaked up the hail of boot leather, Emily fought her way to all fours and--THWHUNK! Dufresne backed off a few steps, drew a bead on her target and rushed in to clout the penitent battler upside the head with Running Kneelift! Cipher grunted and flopped onto her back, arms thrown overhead like a woman enjoying a particularly luxurious stretch. It was an illusion of course, one that vanished the instant Daphne pounced atop her opponent’s chest and bundled both legs in a sturdy back-press that lasted through…
ONE…
TWO…
Cipher kicked loose and turned onto her side with a whole second to spare. More enraged by the other brunette’s jugg mugging than her escaping the cover, Dufresne helped herself to a double handful of hair and BWUNKED the side of her head against the mat no more than half a dozen times! It probably would’ve grown to a full dozen if the ref hadn’t got close and patted the tyro on one shoulder. “Stand her up, Daphne! And let go of her HEY!”
Dufresne popped up, rounded on the zebra and got all up in his business. “Don’t you DARE lecture me!” she roared. “That BYTCH abused me for more than a minute before you even thought to ring the bell!”
“But, but, you tried to attack her from--”
“LIAR! I was just trying to salute my fans and she jumped me like a coward!” The ref didn’t know what to say to that, but it didn’t really matter at the moment because Dufresne dismissed him in favor of focusing her ire on the masked woman. Going right back to her previous hair-hold, Daphne jerked Cipher to her feet and promptly doubled her over with a Kneelift to the tummy. “You have no idea what you’re in for, weirdo.” she said with an evil smile. “No idea how badly I’m going to f*ck you up!”
Another shot to the breadbasket kept Cipher from forming an answer, let alone any sort of defense when Dufresne reeled her into a Standing Headscissors. Quick to cinch her arms around the masked woman’s waist, Daphne dipped her knees and muscled / flipped Cipher up onto her shoulders and immediately snapped her down flat on her back with a Powerbomb that shivered the canvas! Em hit hard and didn’t roll to one side, so Dufresne put her hands against the other brunette’s calves and folded her in half with a Matchbook that put the masked woman’s ankles somewhere around her ears. As if that wasn’t troubling enough, the Green Queen slid forward and dropped to her knees, effectively pinning her prey’s gams in place with a Schoolgirl Pin. Hands on the mat, Daphne locked eyes with one of the mouthbreathers in front row and flashed him a smirk while the incompetent official finally counted…
FOLDING POWERBOMB:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=9JA8TNwkIu4
ONE…
TWO…
Cipher bucked violently, sending Daphne pitching clear of the cover with a full second to spare. On her feet in an instant, Dufresne closed in on the ref and slapped the back of one hand against her palm three times in rapid succession. “ONE! TWO! THREE! Is that so hard? This match should already be over!”
“That was only two, Dufresne! Now get back to the action and don’t threaten me again unless you want to get disqualified!”
The limber grappler snorted, nostrils flared, eyes narrowed. “The hell you will.” Focusing her anger on its rightful target, she stepped up and drilled a Soccer Kick into Cipher’s tummy! West ‘oooffffhhed’ and tumbled onto her back, where she would’ve tended to the throbbing in her gut if the other brunette hadn’t laid claim to her left wrist. “Ya know what, bytch? I think I like this version of me better too.” Daphne sneered as she lifted Em’s arm away from her torso. “No more pandering, no more pretending, now I can just step between those ropes and wreck anyone who gets in my way!”
“Nnnnhhhh… and yet your verbal game remains as dull as evNNNNGGGHHH!”
Dufresne raised her right foot and brought it down fast, administering a hard stomp to the side of Emily’s skull! The Maiden of Mysteries tried to wriggle clear or push her attacker’s foot away, but Daphne grabbed the top rope with her free hand and used it to maintain her balance while she served up a whole feast of Sole Food to Cipher’s head, neck and shoulder. Her use of the ropes drew the ref’s ire faster than Dufresne would’ve liked, so she made sure to keep it up until he reached ‘FOUR!’ on his count.
QUICK CURBSTOMPS:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Nd8WmgLnkfU
Tossing Cipher’s wrist aside once the assault was over, Daphne thrust both hands overhead and bellowed for the crowd even as she ground the other woman’s cheek beneath her boot. Stepping clear with an arrogant little flourish, Dufresne crouched down and SLAPPED the back of her foe’s head. “Crawl out of my ring, bytch! Show these people just how pathetic you really are! I said CRAWL!” She slapped West again, then hissed when the grounded grappler seized her wrist.
Making a special effort to jam her fingertips into the pressure point on the underside of her attacker’s wrist, Emily growled, “Order me around one more time and see what it gets you, idiEERRGGGGGHHHH!” Infuriated by this painful show of resistance, Daphne crooked her free hand into a claw and raked it across Cipher’s eyes!
“Keep off the eyes, Daphne!” the ref barked at the blatant violation. “Don’t make me warn you again!”
“You won’t have to!” the green-clad lovely chirped once her hand was free. “You’ll be far too preoccupied tending to this one’s broken arm!” On that rather unpleasant note she seized Cipher’s left wrist and wrenched it back far enough to trap under her right armpit. In the same breath Daphne gripped her left forearm for extra support and used the grip to turn Cipher onto her stomach. Boots planted on either side of the other woman’s hips, the terrible tyro palmed Emily’s trapped bicep in her left hand and dropped to a seat on her prey’s lower back to complete the Arm Clutch.
ARM CLUTCH:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=iYGQ2ol2Foo
“Still too proud to crawl, freak?” Daphne’s voice was poisoned honey as she wrenched Cipher’s back and trapped arm at equally unpleasant angles. “Go on then, wait right here and soak up the hurt until I decide its time to snap your arm!” She punctuated the threat by leaaaaaaaaaaaaning back on the sadistic hold.
Propped up on her good elbow but otherwise stretched out on her belly, Em shook her head when the ref asked if she wanted to surrender. “You don’t have the guts to break anything, little girl. A raging narcissist like you wouldn’t DARE do anything to get herself blacklisted from AAAAAARRRRRHHHH BYTCH!”
Dufresne stopped cupping Cipher’s exposed bicep so she could reach down and worm that hand into the armhole of her foe’s top! Clearly enjoying the surprise from the audience and the pain from her adversary, Daphne squeezed, mauled, raked and otherwise abused Cipher’s bounty. “You’re right, how could these idiots admire my greatness if I was banned from the ring?” Dufresne taunted. “Guess I’ll have to settle for humiliating you instead!”
Forced to admit that she wasn’t going to escape this predicament without help from the ropes, Emily braced her free hand against the mat and pushed up just enough to get one knee beneath her. To her credit the incognito queen didn’t actually crawl, but the shambling skid she did manage wasn’t exactly dignified. After perhaps ten seconds of this unpleasant struggle she made a final push and wrapped her free hand around the bottom rope. “Break the hold, little girl. Don’t make me waiNNNNGGGGHH!”
Daphne did indeed release Cipher’s arm, alas, she only did so to palm the masked woman’s head and then BWONK it against the canvas. Not quite ready to relinquish her perch on the vulnerable vixen’s back just yet, Dufresne slid the both of ‘em forward until Em’s head and shoulders were a little beyond the top rope. Then she reached between top and middle strands, grabbed Cipher’s elbows and hooked them over the rubber-coated steel.
“C’mon Daphne, she’s in the ropes. You gotta let her go!”
“Not until you count, I don’t.” she chirped. Issue settled, she cupped Cipher’s chin in both hands and pulled back, a tactic that bent the back of Em’s neck against the bottom rope! Dufresne once again made excellent use of the count, holding her illicit maneuver until four and nine-tenths. Instinct told West to slide under the ropes for a breather but pride wouldn’t allow her to cede the ring to her lissome rival. She would’ve been better served listening to her gut, as staying in the ropes allowed Daphne to slap on a Waistlock and haul her to all fours. Switching half of her grip to a Half Nelson once she had Cipher clear of the ropes, Dufresne hauled the masked woman to boot leather only to drop her hips and snap back in a lightning-fast bridge that THWHUMPED Emily down flush on the back of her head and shoulders. Folded in half for what felt like the second time in as many minutes, the undercover FAWN star could only kick her feet while the ref counted…
ONE…
TWO…
She kicked loose and tumbled onto her stomach just after ‘TWO!’ Beside her, Daphne sat up, drew in a deep breath and let it out slow. “This is how it should have been the first time, bytch.” she sneered. “You suffering while I show these people why I deserve a spot on a much grander stage.”
“I… I… I don’t think you really want that, sweetness.” Em muttered once she’d managed to sit up. “After all, bigger stages just mean there’s more eyes on you when I make you beg for merHHHUUURRRGGGHH!”
Dufresne swooped in behind her, wrapped an arm around the other brunette’s neck and drew the noose tight. Free hand pressed against the back of Cipher’s skull, Daphne laid out on her side and threw a leg over opposing hip, thus making it that much more difficult to escape the Sleeper. Cool under pressure that’d have most of her babyface opposition twisting like a snake with a broken back, Emily dug one elbow into the mat while her other hand searched for vulnerabilities along the smooth curve of Dufresne’s encroaching bicep. Barely shaking her head ‘no’ when the ref asked if she wanted to quit, Cipher used her one elbow like a piton and draaaaaagged herself several inches closer to the ropes.
Daphne noted this, smirked and squeezed until she felt the breath gurgling in her attacker’s windpipe. “You’ll never make it in time, I don’t care how well you manage your air.” the younger brunette ‘smecked’ her oppressive thigh against West’s waist for emphasis. “You might not beg and scream, but you WILL go out. And when you do that mask is mine.”
West groaned, a sound someone might’ve mistaken for frustration or perhaps even panic. It was neither of those, instead it was irritation, irritation over the fact that her own calculations supported Dufresne’s claim. It WAS too far to count on the sanctuary of the ropes. Recalibrating the scenario in the blink of an eye, the Amazing Academic stopped reaching and started gouging, Em driving the point of her elbow into the meat of Daphne’s thigh over and over again. Dufresne growled and bore down a little tighter. “Too late, freak. You’re going to sleOOOWWW!” West drove her latest dagger in just above her attacker’s hip and the shift was enough to remove the encumbering leg from her midsection. Alas, scrambling to the ropes was still out of the question but the increased mobility allowed her to fight to a seat. Eyes closed to better ignore the faint tunneling at the edges of her vision, Emily resumed the elbow strikes and added another costly element to her captivity in the form of a savage hair pull!
“HAIR!” Daphne shouted at once. “HAIR, YOU IMBECILE! GET HER OFF MY--” Curses from the straining grappler as Cipher twisted to one knee, then sloooooowly rose to boot leather. “Doesn’t mean a goddamned thing.” Dufresne sneered in her ear. “Except that you’ll make a more satisfying thud when I let you drOOWWWUUUGGGHHHH!”
Understandably focused on maintaining the Sleeper, Daphne failed to account for her feet, which proved costly when the other brunette stamped on her toes! The Sleeper loosened considerably yet remained intact, at least until Emily cupped the back of her attacker’s head and swiftly dropped to one knee while simultaneously tugging with all her might. Already off balance after the stomp, Dufresne was slung over her foe’s shoulder, hit the mat in a loose tumble and sprang to verticality only a short distance removed.
Charging Cipher without so much as a word, the lissome lovely found energy for some lovely four letter verbs when the masked woman dipped under her Lariat attempt with a half-second to spare. Very much aware of the lightheadedness threatening her balance at every step, West threw herself into a dangerous half circle, lunged forward and THWHACKED Daphne square in the mouth with a big Rolling Forearm Smash. The taller brunette staggered violently, but rather than go down she snatched hold of Cipher’s wrist, stepped back and hurled her into the…no! In no mood to let the ingénue dictate terms any longer, West dug in her heels and reversed the momentum of the Irish Whip to send Dufresne rushing at the NO! Apparently Daphne wasn’t in the mood to be controlled either because instead of bouncing off the strands as West had intended, she leapt onto the top rope, balanced for an instant, then leapt back and twisted around, one long, dangerous leg arcing toward the spot currently occupied by her rival’s sku--
’OOOOOHHHHHH!’ from the crowd when Cipher snatched the outstretched ankle and laid out on her back. Not exactly the most stylish of counters until you saw Daphne lose all control of her descent and THWHUMP down flat on her face, chest and tummy! The thrum of Dufresne’s impact still shivered through the canvas when Emily somersaulted into a seat on her foe’s lower back. Tucking Daphne’s left ankle under her right armpit, Em shifted position, which allowed her to plant the point of her left knee in the hollow of her opponent’s spine. Hooks set, she took a moment to gather her strength, then WREEEEEEEEENCHED back on the taller woman’s captured leg.
“Give up any time you want, simpleton.” West chided over the sudden clamor of her opponent’s wailing. “Don’t take too long though, I suspect you’ve only got about fifteen seconds before your toes touch the nape of your neck!”
Cringing over the ungodly angle of Dufresne’s leg, the referee scurried in and knelt down beside the action. “What do you say, Daphne? Do you submit? Should I call for the--”
“You should get the F*CK out of my way!” the green-clad lovely rasped as she fought to master the anguish radiating from her knee, hip and lower back. He did so, unfortunately for Daphne the path revealed pointed her at the far corner, as opposed to the ropes. Resigned to a long, laborious crawl, Dufresne braced her hands and free knee against the mat and slowly hauled herself forward. Cipher felt the movement but made no effort to halt her rival’s progress, choosing instead to talk a little trash. “What’s the matter, my pretty little dullard? Not imaginative or strong enough to engineer a real escape? Never fear, scrabbling across the canvas is the perfect place for an idiot like--”
“Kiss my ass, bytch!” Dufresne growled through clenched teeth. “I don’t have to explain myself to a piece of trash like--” Daphne sucked in a worried, tense breath when she felt the other woman’s fingertips trailing ever so lightly against the undercarriage of her trunks.
“I’m sorry?” Cipher cooed. “I believe you were saying something interesting.”
Daphne, who’d done her share of squeezing an opponent’s briefs when she was of the mind, absolutely loathed the delicate scrape of Cipher’s nails against her womanhood. “Don’t you dare.” she whispered. “Don’t you f*cking dare, Cipher.”
Emily smiled and patted her adversary’s crotch. “I won’t… if you get your skinny ass crawling!” She squeezed Daphne’s undercarriage ever so slightly, yet it was still more than enough to get the other brunette crawling for the corner as quickly as she could. Em didn’t make it easy for her of course, even without the threat of a Crotch Claw the grinding weight of her left knee in the small of Dufresne’s back made every inch an exercise in anguish. Even so, the tenacious tyro kept up her progress until she grabbed hold of the ropes on either side of the bottom turnbuckle.
“Let go. I said LET GO, YOU MISERABLE CUAARRGGHH!”
Cipher bore down on Daphne’s groin only to let go when the referee hurried over to check on the commotion. With the younger woman temporarily paralyzed by the attack on her crotch, Emily spun around and planted a foot between her foe’s legs. From there she grabbed hold of Dufresne’s ankles and pulled them up n’ across, creating an ‘X’ of her foe’s legs that rested easily on her shin. “I’ve battled a great many women on a great many continents.” the Maiden of Mysteries mused as she bent down and took hold of Dufresne’s wrists. “Very few of them ever had the courage to literally stomp on my skull. For that you are to be congratulated… and punished, of course.”
Daphne shook her head ‘no’, let out an unpleasant squeal as Emily pulled her arms back at a sharp angle. Doing so peeled her upper body off the canvas and left her vulnerable face hanging less than six inches above the roughly-padded turnbuckle. “You think you can scare me, freak? I don’t sweat losers like UUUUNNNNNNNGGGHH!” Em placed her free foot between the other brunette’s shoulders and stamped down even as she released Dufresne’s wrists. There was a ‘BWUUUNG!’ followed by sympathetic groans from the audience as Daphne’s patrician features smashed into the canvas-sheathed steel with teeth-rattling force.
Thoroughly stunned in the aftermath of the ingeniously delivered Curbstomp, Dufresne again demonstrated wiles beyond her years by sliding one hand under the bottom rope. The tactic worked the same as a break, or at least it would have if Cipher hadn’t drilled her heel into the meat of her opponent’s exposed bicep! Daphne cursed and drew the limb in close against her torso, thus erasing the reprieve before the ref even knew it existed.
“And how are we feeling now, little girl?” West purred to the supine battler after she’d filled her hands with Daphne’s hair. “Has this most recent bout of head trauma unlocked the mysteries of the universe?” Dufresne couldn’t answer not because she didn’t want to, but because it took all her effort to remain vertical as the masked woman began to peel her off the canvas. Give her credit, she actually managed to gouge an elbow into her adversary’s ribs, alas there was minimal power behind the blow and West promptly made her pay with a Shoulderblock to the back that THWHUMPED her into the top turnbuckle sternum-first. “I do believe you’re fading fast, Daphne.” Em sounded disappointed despite the fact that she was grinding her right shoulder into the other woman’s vertebrae. “I truly thought you were built for the long game, but if I was in error it’s only proper to put you out of your misery as quickly as possible.”
Arms thrown over the top rope to keep her knees from buckling, Dufresne sucked wind in between snarling, “Yuuuuhhhh… your only hope… is to… to…to finish this quickly, bytch. The longer it goes, the more you’re going to NNNNGGGGHHHH!”
Em braced a forearm across her opponent’s shoulders, the better to make sure she couldn’t adjust before the incognito FAWN star THWHUMPED a Kneelift into Daphne’s right kidney. “Enjoy myself? Yes, I dare say you’re correct. Dismantling an overrated hype machine such as yourself is endlessly entertaining.” In case anyone doubted the veracity of Cipher’s observation, she went a long way toward changing their minds when she peeled Dufresne off the buckles and stuffed her head under the taller woman’s arm. Cinching one arm around Daphne’s midsection while her other hand gripped the youngster’s knee-pad. What looked like the set-up for a Backdrop Suplex turned out to be a means to an end, in this case muscling Daphne into a seat on the top turnbuckle, facing the audience.
Shifting her footing to observe her rival in profile, Cipher frowned and said, “Hmmmmh, I fear the Curbstomp might have knocked your nose out of true, little one. But perhaps another vantage point will provide more information.” CRAAACK! Emily wound up and delivered a vicious Overhand Bytch Slap between her opponent’s shoulders! Daphne wailed and arched her back, thus making it even easier for the Amazing Academic to grab a double handful of hair and pull! West didn’t swing her prey down into the Tree of Woe, indeed Dufresne ended up stretched out straight, her body parallel to the canvas, albeit several feet above it.
West was about to note her observations on the Green Queen’s nose when the ref scurried over and patted her on the shoulder. “All right Cipher, that’s enough corner work. Get her away from the ropes ASAP!”
Emily was already planning that exact scenario, but she’d be damned if she’d let the zebra speed up her timetable. Even so, she nodded in understanding, then turned Dufresne’s mug to the official. “Of course, good sir. But first, a question. Does her nose look crooked to you?” The ref blinked, looked from Emily to Daphne and back again. “Uh, no, I don’t think so.” “Really? That’s surprising. How about now?” The Black Queen formed her right arm into a ‘V’, raised it overhead and jammed the point of her elbow into the bridge of Daphne’s nose! Dufresne wailed and the ref squawked another warning, so Cipher spun around so that the back of the younger woman’s head was braced against the ball of her right shoulder. Her hands laced over Daphne’s chin, the Maiden of Mysteries pushed onto tiptoe, then dropped to her knees to THWHUNK her opponent’s noggin with a Hangman’s Neckbreaker so vicious it whiplashed the limber lovely from the corner to the mat in a single ugly jolt.
ROPE HUNG HANGMAN'S NECKBREAKER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=h8m9QjOgemc
Though the crowd was quick to demand a cover, Emily had the presence of mind to delay gratification long enough to grab Dufresne at shoulder and hip and draaaaaaag her out into the middle of the squared circle. Settling into a Back Press once they were clear of the ropes, she hooked the near leg in both arms and jerked Daphne’s knee up to her chest while the ref counted…
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO!
Dufresne tore loose within an Ace of going 0-2, the narrow escape earning her some grudging applause to go with more heartfelt cheers of those fans that loved loving a heroine that loathed their existence. Mildly irritated by the younger woman’s resilience, Emily showed two fingers to the referee and asked, “Are you sure you know what comes after two, little man?”
“Yes, Cipher. And you’ll hear it if you manage to keep her down for that long.”
West smiled, in the mask it made the bottom half of her face look like nothing but teeth. “Challenge accepted.” After a moment to ‘flick’ the edges of her bottoms back into place, Em ran her claws through Daphne’s hair to make sure she found the best possible grip before digging in deep. Daphne moaned, swatted at the Insidious Intellectual’s wrists, but couldn’t stop the veteran from hauling her to boot leather. Em didn’t bother with a Toe Kick or even a Kneelift, she simply stuffed the other brunette’s skull under her left armpit and slipped both hands under Dufresne’s biceps. Her fingertips were brushing when Daphne slipped free of the Double Underhook and snatched her attacker’s left wrist! Creating some distance with a single giant step backward, the green-clad battler twisted the exposed limb in a smooth circle, then halved her grip and unleashed a European Uppercut, not to her foe’s jaw but to the underside of her left arm!
EUROPEAN UPPERCUT ARMBREAKER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=-B0Xo8WaIkY
Emily hissed, jerked her arm back and started to turn away, but only got about a third of the way before Dufresne snatched her left wrist again. Another Arm Wringer followed, then Daphne stretched it out full length, sprang up and tucked both knees against her chest, all the better to wedge her knees against the masked woman’s elbow. Gravity put Dufresne on her back and THWHUNKED Cipher’s wing against those bony joints. The impact knocked Emily onto her knees, the tenderized arm pulled tight against her chest while her other hand rested hard against the canvas.
DOUBLE KNEE ARMBREAKER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Xd0sb_LqXrQ
Beside her, Daphne scrambled to verticality, noted the opening and launched herself into a short, savage Kneelift that SLAMMED into the side of her opponent’s skull! West went down in a heap, alas she was granted no time to savor the pleasantries of the mat, as Dufresne immediately palmed her ears and hauled her upright. Too angry to bother with words at the moment, Daphne settled for a single spiteful Headbutt between the eyes, followed by a Wristlock on Cipher’s tender left arm. Forcing the limb up between her prey’s shoulders without actually swinging around behind, Dufresne wedged her head under Cipher’s right arm, then dropped her hips and popped off an insanely quick / hard bridge that planted her burden spine-first atop the thinly-sheathed plywood! Bridging up on her toes the instant the Northern Lights Suplex hit home, Daphne’s formerly grim expression melted into a cruel grin as she nodded along for…
HAMMERLOCK NORTHERN LIGHTS SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=yCcjNJUkZsE
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
The Maiden of Mysteries bucked loose, twisting to the side with only a few inches between the ref’s palm and ‘THREE!’. Seemingly nonplussed by her rival’s escape, Dufresne mopped the sweat from her brow and flicked it in Cipher’s general direction in advance of once again claiming the masked woman’s left wrist. “I’m perfectly within my rights to break this off.” she noted while forcing West to her feet. “And if I wasn’t down a match, I damned well would. But seeing as how you got lucky the first time around, I don’t want to, excuse me--”
The Green Queen doubled down on the Wristlock, twisted the wounded limb in a tight circle and followed up with a spitefully simple kick to the pit of Emily’s stomach. Spinning around to secure a Side Headlock as soon as Cipher doubled over, Dufresne broke into a limber sprint that covered half the ring, followed by a flying leap that covered most of the rest! Her landing was relatively peaceful save for a minor tremor up the tailbone, Emily however was driven face-first into the canvas with London-levels of momentum, a small detail that made West dislike the youngster that much more.
RUNNING BULLDOG:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=YyuUG4jX_eI
Not that her thinking was so cogent at the moment, indeed her worlds both interior and exterior were little more than foggy swirls of color and sound, the only concrete details a certain unpleasant pressure on her chest and a steady pounding not too far from her head…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
Sensationally inspired though it may be, no mere Bulldog could put down the Black Queen, as evidenced by Em’s escape with a half second to spare. Dufresne didn’t complain once, she simply slapped Cipher’s mouth for the hell of it, then cupped her ears and started tugging. “As I was saying, you’re ahead in this little series of ours, at least for a few more minutes. Once that changes, I don’t plan to wait long for our rubber match, in fact UNNNGGHHH!”
West cupped her right hand against the nape of Daphne’s neck, pulled her close and drove a Kneelift into that washboard midsection. After another had Dufresne panting on her shoulder, Cipher muttered, “Aren’t you getting ahead of yourself, little girlLNGH! NGH! NGH! NGH!”
Daphne fought fire with napalm, the enraged ingénue answering back with a stiff barrage of half a dozen Forearm Smashes, each THWHAPPING into the hulking curves of her foe’s décolletage. Even more important (at least from a strategic standpoint), the flurry forced Emily backward until she could go no farther without risk of tumbling between the rubber-coated steel. “As I was saying,” Dufresne took hold of that vulnerable left wrist yet again, “I’m not going to put you on the shelf until I’ve proved to the world that you’re no match for me.”
Far from willing to wait for the official to enforce a break, West wedged her right forearm in under the taller grappler’s head and pushed, bending her neck at an awkward angle. “That’s an awful lot of words to say ‘never’ deaEERRGGGHUUUFFFHHHH!”
That haughty insolence dropped away fast when Dufresne forced Em’s left arm behind her back and wrenched it up so that the crook of her elbow was wedged against the top rope! Such an augmented Hammerlock was bad enough in the veteran’s current state of affairs, of course Daphne made it that much worse by hopping up and ‘smecking’ her legs around the trapped woman’s waist. Ankles locked, Daphne SQUEEEEEEEZED her victim’s ribs while devoting the rest of her efforts to breaking Cipher’s arm with the Hammerlock. In a No DQ situation she might’ve done just that, however the normal rules of combat held sway in this particular encounter, meaning it was only a moment before the zebra hurried over and issued a warning.
“Get her off the ropes, Daphne! C’mon, right now, I said!”
Those diabolical dimples made an appearance as Daphne redoubled her efforts to cripple the wailing superstar. “You want her out, you miserable little nobody? Give me a five count first!” He obliged her without further comment, the count perhaps a touch faster than normal, as no one liked being called a miserable little nobody. Much too enamored with her opponent’s pain to note the accelerated count, Daphne broke the Scissors at ‘FOUR’ and relinquished the Hammerlock thereafter, though she reclaimed it the instant Cipher tried to skid down the ropes to safety. “Not so fast, bytch.” Daphne jerked Emily’s left arm out to one side and pulled it tight to her own chest. “Just because I WON’T break your arm doesn’t mean I can’t make you wish for a cast!”
Limb secured at bicep and wrist, Dufresne took to the skies, landed with both feet on the second rope and pushed off with more than enough momentum to swing around in a smooth half circle. Falling backward as gravity claimed them both, the green-clad tyro landed stretched out on her back whereas poor Emily nearly had her shoulder THAWHAMMED out of socket by the Single Arm Tornado DDT.
SINGLE ARM TORNADO DDT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=XGbHfYgRCQ4
Em sobbed aloud, rolled to one side and curled into a ball, the wounded warrior doing everything she could to protect her arm from more punishm-- Uncomfortable groans from those assembled as the vindictive brunette popped up, drew one foot back and drilled a savage Soccer Kick between her rival’s shoulders. The force of it rolled West onto her belly and she tucked her left arm beneath her torso, even if her own weight made protecting the limb that much more painful. Dufresne ignored her preferred target for the moment however, choosing instead to take up residence between the shorter woman’s slightly splayed legs. Facing away from her flattened foe, Daphne crouched, grabbed hold of Cipher’s ankles and raised her lower legs, all the better to angle opposing calves against her shins. A bit more work crossed West’s ankles in a snug ‘V’ and wedged her feet in behind the standing battler’s knees, thus ensuring Emily wasn’t getting free without a great deal of effort. With the masked woman’s legs effectively neutralized, Daphne looked back over one shoulder and demanded, “Your arms. Give them to me.”
Cursing under her breath as she attempted to engineer a way out of this trap, the Amazing Academic shook her head ‘no’ and reaaaaached for the ropes with her good right hand. No luck, the ropes were a good thirty inches away and with her legs tied in a knot she didn’t have enough leverage to slither forward even the tiniest bit. Dufresne rolled her eyes. “Fine, we’ll do this the hard way.” Sinking into a deep squat that only exacerbated the pressure on her prey‘s knees, Daphne reached out with her right hand, palmed the top of Cipher’s skull and deftly hooked her index and middle fingers into the masked woman’s nostrils. “Give me your hands.” the hardbody brunette repeated. “Give them to me now.”
In the end West was forced to comply, it was either bring her hands out of hiding or risk permanent injury via the insidious claw. Ending the nefarious nasal assault only when she’d seized one and then both of Cipher’s wrists, Daphne dropped even lower and twisted into a seat before pushing out and up with her legs while yanking on Cipher’s wrists!
DUFRESNE DEVICE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=086klgw4OlY
“AAAAWWW GAAAAAAAHHHHHHD!” as the Dufresne Device put hellacious pressure on her knees and her already straining shoulders. “EEEERRRGGHHHHH! NO! NO, I DON’T SUBMIT! GET AWAY AND DON’T ASK STUPID QUESTAAAARRRRGGGHH!”
Daph puuuuuuuuuulled on those wrists and pusssssssssshed on those knees, adding even more torque to the submission. “Doesn’t sound like a stupid question to me, loser.” the domineering brunette chided. “Sounds like he’s trying to make sure I don’t tear you apart in the next few seconds.”
Balanced on nothing but the crown of her skull after the second round of tugging, Em couldn’t shake her head ‘no’ and she didn’t waste any breath on words, so she suffered in hellish silence while she twisted her wrists inside those snug mana--THERE! The Maiden of Mysteries slipped loose of the youngster’s trap with a relieved sigh, the torque in her shoulders and neck instantly relieved. Her legs were another story, but while the knot was unpleasant, Daphne hadn’t spent the whole match working them over, so Cipher endured the discomfort while she plotted her next move.
On the other side of that leggy barricade, an irritated Dufresne pushed onto her elbows and glared at the ref. “Shouldn’t you be checking that hag’s shoulders?” she asked.
“Already did, Daph.” he responded. “They’re up.”
Not so exhausted that she didn’t catch the frustration in her foe’s tone, West propped herself up in similar fashion, then noted, “Yes dear one, the greatest among us default to positions that lead to victory, rather than defeat. You should try it some--” the taunt ended in a low groan as Daphne extended her legs to put more pressure on the masked woman’s knees.
“And you should try shutting your mouth every once in a while. Now, don’t you have some ropes to crawl to? Or are you going to let exhaustion claim EEERRRRGGHHHH CHEAP BYTCH!”
West paid no attention to Dufresne’s critique of her tactics, she was too busy digging her fingers into the soft flesh in the pits of her attacker’s knees. Daphne squirmed and twisted in hopes of shaking the claws without relinquishing her hold, but pressure points could only be ignored for so long and in less than ten seconds she’d disengaged entirely. Scrambling to boot leather as soon as she was safely removed from the cheating witch, Dufresne didn’t even bother tending to her stinging joints, she simply charged across the canvas, dropped into a low slide and THWHACKED Cipher across the collarbone with a beautiful Sliding Lariat. Unprepared for such a swift response from her adversary, Em was knocked flat, the base of her skull bouncing against the thinly-sheathed plywood.
“You think you’re so f*cking clever, don’t you?” Daphne had her hands in the smaller brunette’s hair before the stars finished blooming behind West’s eyes. “You’re not clever, Cipher. You’re desperate. And desperate trash can’t hang with the Green Queen.”
Transitioning to that hated Wristlock as soon as Cipher was vertical, Dufresne twisted off three more Arm Wringers as she led / dragged her opponent to the edge of the ring. With Emily’s wrist very much under her control, Daph laid it over the top rope, then reached down with free hand, grabbed the middle rope and pulled it up n’ over that vulnerable wrist. “Trapped like the filthy mongrel you are!” Dufresne sneered after a slap to the side of the head. “Will you try to chew your way to freedom like the rest of your sharp-toothed kin? Or will you await your fate with--”
“Good GOD, do you ever shut NNNNNNGGHHHH!”
Emily ate a boot to the gut for her troubles, the Toe Kick strong enough to double her over in a single stroke. Quick to resume the task at hand, Dufresne hurried to the nearest corner, slipped out onto the apron and hopped onto the top rope. “Quiet please, everyone!” she called to the roaring crowd. “I want you all to pinpoint the exact moment her arm snaps!” This only earned more noise from those assembled, yet Daphne didn’t seem to mind, as evidenced by the wicked smile on her face when she leapt from her perch with both knees raised to chest lev--”OOOOFFFHHHHHH!”
Emily couldn’t pull her hand free so she stepped back as far and as fast as she could. The rubber-coated steel burned the hell out of her already tender wrist, but the shift in position gave her just enough room to blast the limber lovely out of the sky with a resounding Side Kick to the belly! The blow sent a violent jolt through both women, but where Dufresne came down hard on her shoulder and hip, West was jerked free of the ensnaring strands to backpedal awkwardly into the opposite corner. Distressingly aware that she was essentially down an arm against one of the most tenacious women she’d encountered in recent memory, West held that useless left arm against her torso and took deep, slow breaths while she kept her attention trained on Dufresne.
“Gather your wits before you dare sit up, false queen.” she said to no one in particular. “I want to see at least a trace of recognition in your eyes when I put you down for the night.”
It took several seconds for the fallen brunette to comply, thankfully Em was nothing if not patient and she didn’t so much as twitch until Dufresne managed to sit up. Then she sprinted out of the corner, showing the sort of short, explosive bursts that’d helped her bedevil even the fleetest of FAWN feet. Dufresne proved no exception, her mind registered the black & white blur for all of a split-second before THWHACK! Cipher unleashed a hellacious Penalty Kick that smote Daphne’s tits with a sound like someone striking wet clay with a baseball bat!
The ’oooooohhh’s!’ of the capacity crowd weren’t enough to overshadow Dufresne’s bleat of pain, nor did the cries of ’ONE MORE TIME!’ dissuade the masked woman from her plotted course. Making a special point to twist the dazed battler’s ears as she peeled her off the canvas, West dragged Dufresne to the middle of the squared circle, dropped her right shoulder and muscled the green-clad woman up in a Fireman’s Carry. No snappy observations this time around, Em just turned in a full circle, then tossed Daphne up n’ forward while simultaneously dropping back with both knees raised high. “UNNNNGGGGGHHHH!” Daphne landed on those bony joints full force, but rather than bounce away clutching her gut like physics and logic suggested, the resilient rookie maintained her footing, albeit one that put her head practically between her knees.
Invigorated by the sight of her vulnerable adversary, West got up, rushed in and used her bad left arm to secure a Front Facelock. It wasn’t ideal, but she’d need the right for lifting and thus she snatched a huge handful of Dufresne’s waistband. Hooks set, she dipped her knees and hoisted Daphne directly overhead. The first time they’d met West hadn’t bothered with a stall, now she set her feet and grit her teeth so the crowd could toll off the seconds. ’ONE… TWO… THREE… FOUR… FIVE… SIX… SEVEN… EIGHT… OOOHHHHH!”
The Black Queen’s doomsday clock got set back several seconds when Dufresne crunched in on herself and slammed the point of one knee into the top of Cipher’s noggin. That alone wasn’t enough to free her from the masked woman’s clutches and Daphne must’ve sensed as much because she curled her right hand into a claw and applied it directly to her rival’s left shoulder! Emily shrieked as her knees gave out -- she might have well hit the Brainbuster anyway if Dufresne hadn’t bucked loose at just the right moment. Landing on her feet in front of the wobbly warrior, Daphne clamped down on the shoulder claw again, then used it to jerk Em forward into a hateful Kneelift that landed flush between her thighs!
“You’re mine now, freak.” Dufresne rasped into West’s ear. Taking Em’s back was no problem with the Insidious Intellectual moving in slow motion, even so, Daphne slapped the Half Nelson on that left arm like she thought Cipher would twist loose at any second. Not giving a damn what anyone thought of her at this point, Dufresne reached up with her free hand, hooked a couple fingers in the eye holes of Cipher’s mask and jerked it to one side, shifting the material so that it blinded the smaller grappler!
West’s groan of protest never even got a chance to register. Daphne added a Half Waistlock to the mix, then dropped her hips and turned Em inside out with a Release Half Nelson Suplex that dropped her flat on her face, chest and belly! Bounced onto her knees after the thunderous impact, a blinded Cipher grabbed her mask in both hands and tugged it back into proper alignment so--THWHACK! Daphne came in on the run and dropped / twisted into a hurricane force European Uppercut that tagged Emily square on the point of the chin. Knocked from her knees to the back of her head and shoulders by the move Daphne called the Alpha Strike, West offered no protest when the Green Queen rolled her onto her back, planted a knee on her chest and hooked the far leg for the…
HALF NELSON SUPLEX & ALPHA STRIKE @ 1:24
www.youtube.com/watch?v=KXWJ_ySf2ZY
ONE…
TWO…
THREE!
Dufresne sprang up and drove a hateful stomp into Cipher’s chest as the bell confirmed her victory. More than happy to keep it there all night if need be, she turned to the referee, tapped her wrist and demanded, “Raise it, loser!” He did, though the man looked about as happy as the rest of the crowd, which was to say, not very.
Their mood didn’t improve when the Announcer called, “Ladies and gentlemen, your winner via pin-fall… DAPHNE DUFRESNE!”
Beaming with satisfaction even as the jeers continued to rain down, Daphne yanked free of the official’s grasp and offered the crowd a strong double bicep flex before flicking them off. “I TOLD you I was going to win!” she ground the sole of her boot into Emily’s chest a little harder. “I told each and every one of you EXACTLY what was going to happen tonight and then I damn well delivered! Do you idiots remember what else I promised?”
They did and while the crowd had no love for the masked woman, they still jeered the thought of Cipher losing her mask under such shady circumstances. Daphne on the other hand felt no such qualm which is why her smile got even wider as she stepped over the downed battler and dropped to her knees, Dufresne’s backside ‘thumping’ into the pit of her opponent’s stomach. “I don’t know who you are and I don’t particularly care.” Daphne’s voice was a soft, furious purr as she slipped her thumbs under the material of Cipher’s mask. “All I care about is adding this lovely little curio to my trophy case… and seeing the shame on your face when I show it to the--”
Cipher reached up and grabbed Dufresne’s left wrist in a surprisingly firm grip. Her other hand went to her mouth, probably to stifle a sob, an idea Daphne found most amusing. But when Dufresne smacked her hand away and the masked woman spoke, her voice was far steadier than the Green Queen would’ve liked. “Fair warning, Daphne. You’ll see through this disguise soon enough, but now is not the time. Allow me to leave the ring in peace and you shall enjoy your victory with no interference from me. Try to take my mask and… well, I wouldn’t advise UNNNNGGGGHH!”
Daphne grabbed her head in both hands and BWUNKED it against the thinly-sheathed plywood once, twice, three times! Leaning in so she was almost nose to nose with the dazed wrestler, Dufresne growled, “You lost, bytch. Losers don’t dictate terms, they shut up deal with the consequenceEEERRRRRRGGGGGGHHHHHHH!”
Turned out winning had consequences too, as Daphne discovered when Cipher pursed her lips and blew a cloud of Green Mist into her opponent’s face! Dufresne screamed in surprise and pain and tumbled backward, clawing at her face and beating her heels against the canvas.
“Thank you, Autumn.” Emily murmured as she rolled under the bottom rope to the safety of the outside.
Under better circumstances she might’ve gone after the squalling brunette, alas her arm was still practically useless and her nerves were rather frayed after the close call with her mask. So she made her way up the ramp in silence, careful to keep her eyes on the ring in case Daphne recovered quicker than expected. This proved quite fortuitous, as the referee managed to hand his charge a bottle of water, the contents of which she immediately poured onto her face. Scrambling to a seat, she groped around until she found a double handful of his shirt. This was promptly conscripted into service as a towel, much to his dismay.
Blinking like an owl dragged into the noonday sun, Daphne looked around, spotted Cipher in retreat and clambered to the ropes as fast as she could. “THIS ISN’T OVER!” she screamed. “YOU HEAR ME, CIPHER! THIS ISN’T OVER! NOT UNTIL I RUIN YOU! HEAR ME, BYTCH? I AM GOING TO RUIN YOU!”
Emily beckoned the younger brunette with her good arm, not that she actually wanted another round at the moment. “Whenever you’re ready, little girl.” she taunted. “I do so love watching you fail.”
“BYTCH!” Daphne started through the ropes only to turn her attention to the ref when he looped an arm around her waist and draaaaaaaagged her back to the center of the ring.
“God bless the zebras,” Emily huffed as she reached the top of the small ramp. “For they are the black & white on which this Great Game is played.” She tipped a tired, albeit teasing salute to Daphne, then stepped through the curtain and out of sight. By the time Dufresne stormed backstage a mere three minutes later, the Black Queen was safely out of the building and driving to a motel three counties over.