Post by bigfan on Jul 23, 2017 20:07:54 GMT
Sitting in the gorilla position as she awaited her cue to enter the field of battle, Bianca Simpson nervously chewed on her nails while she watched a video from Camille Cosworth’s YouTube channel.
“Alright, everyone! Let's review our four easy steps to doing a Corkscrew 630 Senton!” a cheerful Camille said from the screen of the smartphone Bianca had borrowed from a backstage technician. ”One: climb the ropes! Two: do a backwards jump with a 180 twist! Three: do one and three quarters front flips! Four: land on your opponent! And that's all there is to it! Piece of cake, right?”
“Well that didn't seem too bad,” Simpson mumbled to herself as she mentally pictured herself in place of the Girl of Tomorrow in performing the Corkscrew 630 Senton.
She was about to click on the next video in which Camille demonstrated other fundamental wrestling maneuvers such as the Armdrag, the Irish Whip, and the Standing Shiranui Backstabber, but the announcer interrupted and called her to the ring.
”Ladies and gentlemen, our next match is scheduled for one fall with a twenty minute. Introducing first, from Ithaca, New York and coming in at five foot six and one hundred twenty pounds… Bianca Simpson!”
BIANCA SIMPSON
Bianca returned the phone to the technician and stepped through the curtains at the top of the entrance ramp, accompanied by the beat and lyrics of Katy Perry’s ”Roar” and dressed in her red one piece with white boots and pads. Nervous as she had been backstage, the warm welcome of the FAWNatics brought out the young blonde’s enthusiasm and confidence. Simpson walked down the ramp slapping high-fives and blowing kisses at the fans before she slipped into the ring, silently telling herself that tonight would be the night that all her hard work would finally be rewarded with a pay-per-view victory.
"And introducing her opponent, hailing from Tel Aviv, Israel, she stands at 5'10" and weighs in at 140 lbs, making her debut, one of the world’s top business women, the Israeli Powerhouse, DAYNA ERRRRRRRZAAAAAA!!!"
Dayna's music played as she stepped through her curtain with a new assistant, Miss Williams. Her face remained emotionless as she scanned through the crowd.
DAYNA EZRA
"Don't be like the last one Williams," Dayna whispered in a soft yet stern voice.
"Yee...yyesss," Miss Williams replied as they walked down the ramp.
Dayna removed her top and blouse revealing her gem-decorated turtleneck one piece.
"Get me a step tool," Dayna instructed.
Miss Williams gasped and swallowed a mouthful of saliva before hurriedly finding a pedestal for her to change her footwear. Removing her heels, she put on her ring socks and golden boots as Miss Williams presented them to her. She was ready and entered the ring in the most straightforward way possible. No posing, no pre-fight rituals. Nobody had time for this nonsense. She was here to finish her job and leave.
She locked her piercing gaze on Bianca as she stood quietly in her corner, waiting for the bell. Underneath her cold calm expression was a ball of raging fire, waiting to be unleashed. Having just attended an emergency business trip due to a silly mistake her brother made in the company caused her enough frustration, not to mention her loss to a foul-mouthed Asian chick in her debut in the most controversial manner.
Meanwhile, Bianca was warming up her body in preparation for the fight, back facing Dayna.
“DING!”
The bell sounded and Bianca finally turned around when… BAM! Dayna smacked her with a Big Boot right before she was ready! Bianca flipped inside out as the sole of Dayna’s boot connected with her face, giving her a bloodied nose at the start of the match!
“Count today as your unlucky day Bianca,” Dayna spoke with straight face as she picked a woozy Bianca up immediately hauled her up for a suplex.
BAM! The ring shook as Bianca crash landed into the mat, arching her back in agony.
“Come on! Get up!” Dayna gestured at Bianca as she climbed onto her knees only to receive another running knee into Bianca knocking her into a spread eagle. Dayna planted a foot on her head for the cover.
ONE!
TWO!
“I am not done with you yet.” The cold-hearted woman broke cover and shoved Bianca’s head with her foot, demanding she get up for another beating as she made her way to the corner.
Simpson tried to haul herself up with the aid of the ropes in the opposite corner and groaned, “Uggghhh… did someone get the plate numbers on that --”
She noticed the blood leaking from her nostrils and shrieked in horror.
“OH MY GOD!” Bianca screamed. “OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD! MEDIC! MEDIIIIIIIC!”
No one took her seriously, not even the referee whose putative job was to ensure the safety of his charges. He tried to reassure the thoroughly horrified wrestler and coax her out of the corner to no avail, at least until the nosebleed was staunched. Once she was no longer actively bleeding, the young blonde became a lot more composed, although she still seemed concerned over the state of her face.
“It’s not crooked, is it?” Bianca pleadingly asked the referee as she gingerly pressed on the bridge of her nose. “Oh, please tell me I’m still pretty… I have a date tomorrow night with this cute guy who sells popcorn -- HI OLLIE!”
Simpson enthusiastically waved and blew a kiss to a lanky, freckled young man carrying a tray of concessions near ringside, but he appeared to be embarrassed and pretended not to see her. Nevertheless, Bianca’s desire to impress her beau rekindled her fighting spirit, and she stepped out to the center of the ring and twirled her fists out in front of her chin like an old-timey bare-knuckle boxer.
“Don’t get cocky, Dayna!” she yelled at the Israeli Powerhouse. “Yoona Park kicked your ass, and she can’t wrestle for shit! All she does is --”
She never got the rest of sentence out, because Ezra shot out of the corner like a cannonball and slammed a powerful shoulder into her gut. The devastating impact of the Spear left Bianca a wheezing, semi-conscious wreck, and Dayna could have likely gotten a pin right then and there, but being reminded of her first match filled her with rage, so she hauled up her opponent to further vent her frustrations.
Holding two handfuls of blonde hair, she battered Simpson’s chest and belly with a succession of Knee Strikes. The referee forced her to stop after five seconds due to the hair grab, however, and Bianca puddled to the mat with her ribs bruised but not shattered. Dayna unleashed a furious roar at her fallen opponent, and she would have stomped a mudhole in Bianca’s chest had the official not interposed. He started a ten-count, and when Simpson had only gotten up to one wobbly knee at “NINE!” it seemed as if a count out was inevitable, but then Dayna hauled the battered blonde up to her feet.
The Israeli Powerhouse dipped into a crouch, gripped Bianca around the hips, and powered to a stand to pop Simpson high into the air. Simpson wildly flailed her arms and legs as she was in freefall, and she fortuitously hit pay dirt when she unintentionally raked her right hand across Ezra’s eyes, preventing the larger wrestler from smashing her with a European Uppercut on the way down from her fall. Dayna hissed with pain and anger just as Bianca belly-flopped to the mat in front of her. Still protectively clutching her face with one hand, Ezra lifted a boot and tried to stomp her opponent again, but the blonde managed to scamper and crawl between her legs before she could connect.
Suddenly finding herself at the powerful brunette’s back and in a position to take control of the match, Bianca quickly thought back to the limited amount of instruction that she had. Her trainers had taught her a dangerous forbidden technique that could be used to turn the tide against a physically superior wrestler, to be used only in the most dire of situations. It was still early in the match, far too early for a finishing maneuver under most circumstances, but with her would-be paramour watching from the crowd, Bianca decided that it was now or never. Simpson knew she only had one chance at this, so she took a deep breath to steady her nerves, slipped her right arm in between Dayna’s legs from behind, and rolled her opponent into a Schoolboy Pin.
SCHOOLBOY PIN:
m.youtube.com/watch?v= -m0wKzyGg9k
The FAWNatics collectively lost their minds as soon as Ezra’s shoulders were on the mat, and as the referee knelt down to count, they chanted along for the…
ONE…
TWO…
Dayna kicked out, but the fans were so eager to see an unbelievable underdog triumph that they shouted out “THREE!” even as the official held up only two fingers. Bianca didn’t see the man, however, and having only heard the deafening roar of the crowd, she honestly thought that she had scored the win. She jumped to her feet with a shriek of pure jubilation, eyes already welling with tears of joy as she held up her arms in presumed victory. Simpson beckoned for a microphone, and when her request was denied because the match was still live, she simply raised her voice and started her speech anyway, totally oblivious to her opponent who was crouched down a few feet away and staring daggers at her back.
“I did it, you guys! I did it!” Bianca half yelled, half sobbed to the assembled crowd who were now very silent and very confused. “After weeks and weeks of hard work and sacrifice, I did it! Oh, this is so overwhelming…! This must be how Kylie Sanders felt when she finally won the world title…!”
She swallowed a lump in her throat and continued her premature victory speech.
“I want to thank the management, and my trainers, and my fellow wrestlers, and my fans, and my dozens of Twitter followers, for never, ever losing faith in me! I know I haven’t gotten off to the hottest start here in FAWN, but I’ve always, always, always believed that any woman with two hands has a fighting chanNRGH!”
Dayna interrupted her with a spine-shattering Spear from behind. Bianca's body flattened into a spread eagle immediately after the huge Spear connected. All she hoped for now was a merciful pin to end the match. It was after 30 seconds or so that the pain started to register in her body as she clutched her stomach and moaned.
"Oh...fuugHHHH.."
Bianca yelped and before she could even swear as The Israeli Powerhouse pulled her up by the hair.
"Tell the girls in the locker room what you have gone through,” Dayna snarled as she scooped Bianca from between the legs, hauled her overhead and threw her face first into the turnbuckle! Bianca's head bounced off the turnbuckle and immediately received a running Big Boot before she could even come to her senses.
Mixtures of cheers and boos filled the arena. The fans were split. But none of that could ever bother Dayna. She was here to prove she was the best in the business world and wrestling world, period.
The Israeli Powerhouse grabbed hold of Bianca's ankles and pulled her to the center of the ring. Flipping Bianca over, Dayna grabbed hold of one ankle and lifted it as high as possible before slamming her leg knee first into the mat, rattling the ring!
"YEOWWWWW!” Bianca screamed in pain as she tried scampering towards to ropes but Dayna kept the hold on and smashed her knee as hard as she can into the mat once more before relinquishing the hold.
Clutching her knee, Bianca rolled on the mat sobbing as she continued to suffer the ordeal. As Bianca saw the towering figure approaching, she quickly hooked an arm onto the bottom rope.
"I'm in the ropes! Get her away from me!" Bianca told the ref in a hurry. Her wish was granted as the ref immediately turned around and told Dayna to go back to her corner.
Using the ropes, Bianca struggled onto her feet with a wobbly right knee.
"Are you okay? Look! You gotta learn to quit if your body tells you to! I almost lost my job for not calling off Starfire's match when she's clearly in trouble! You gotta help me out here Bianca! It's not just about you!"
Right before Bianca could even utter "yes" the menacing Israeli sprinted towards Bianca with her right arm stretched out. Her right knee gave way allowing her to narrowly escape a devastating clothesline as she fell. The miscalculated move caused the colossal Israeli to fall over the top rope, out of the ring.
Having avoided the decapitating blow and seeing her opponent laid out on the floor at ringside, the plucky young blonde knew she had a golden opportunity. Simpson climbed to the top turnbuckle despite her gimpy right leg, and she turned her back to Dayna who was just crawling to hands and knees. Simply mounting the turnbuckles meant that Bianca had already completed Step One of Camille Cosworth’s Four Easy Steps to Doing a Corkscrew 630 Senton, and suddenly flush with irrational confidence, she jumped backwards and launched herself into the void.
Unfortunately, Steps Two and Three -- the corkscrew twist and the double rotation front flip, respectively -- proved to be somewhat more challenging than Step One. With her skills not up to the task, Bianca found herself in a flailing, uncontrolled free fall towards the unforgiving floor. Luckily, her aim had been true, so Simpson was able to complete the all-important Step Four by landing on her foe. While it may not have been the prettiest or most graceful of aerial maneuvers, she still succeeded in pancaking the Israeli Powerhouse into the thinly padded cement.
Ecstatic to still be alive after that terrifying stunt, Bianca scrambled to her feet, raised a fist overhead, and let out a whooping battle cry. Dayna was already starting to rise from the floor though, so she didn't have much time to celebrate. Standing face to face with her opponent, Simpson dropped into an expectant crouch, and as soon as Ezra made it full upright, the young blonde charged and launched herself headfirst into a Spear.
The crowd roared as soon as she left her feet, but then they fell quiet just as suddenly when Bianca’s underpowered Spear could only manage to knock the Israeli Powerhouse back a step or two. Ezra planted her feet, and then Simpson’s forward progress was halted entirely. With her face showing equal parts disdain and anger, Dayna looped her powerful arms around the smaller wrestler’s waist and easily gut-wrenched Bianca up into the Powerbomb position. Simpson fired a few desperate, ineffectual punches at the brunette before Ezra pivoted around and Powerbombed her opponent spine-first onto hard edge the ring apron.
APRON POWERBOMB:
m.youtube.com/watch?v= SOIzGWU3uTg
The FAWNatics erupted into a cacophony of boos so loud that it drowned out Bianca’s shriek of terror and anguish. Barely able to move her legs, she dragged herself backwards away from Dayna with one arm while she held out the other in a pleading gesture. Eventually, she blindly bumped into the shins of the Israeli business mogul’s latest executive assistant, and Bianca desperately clung onto the young woman known only as Ms. Williams.
“Keep her back! KEEP HER BACK! SHE’S GOING TO KILL ME!” Simpson screamed as she used her handholds on Williams’ business suit to haul herself up.
“Ms. Simpson, please!” Williams hissed as Bianca tried to hide behind her. “You are a professional combatant! Comport yourself with some honor and decoruuUUUGGH!”
Dayna launched a Spear into both women, apparently more than willing to cut through her own assistant to get at her foe. Williams took the worst of the impact, and she laid on the ground out cold and possibly suffering a shattered rib or two, while a few feet away Bianca was curled into a ball gasping and sputtering.
“You’re fired, Williams,” Ezra coldly said to the insensate body of her erstwhile assistant as she dragged Simpson upright and stuffed the blonde back into the ring.
Bianca rolled back into the ring like a sack of potatoes. Suffering a single Spear by the Israeli Powerhouse was more than enough to end the match, let alone two.
Dayna picked a ragged Bianca up but the poor girl is barely hanging onto her arms. She attempted to whip Bianca into the ropes for a Pop-up European Uppercut but Bianca crashed right into the ring mat as soon as Dayna let go. The Israeli Powerhouse picked Bianca by the hair and shook her head before draping Bianca over her shoulders like a piece of clothing. Hand cupped around her neck and thigh, Dayna dropped her helpless foe head first into the ground with a sickening THUD!
RAINMAKER:
www.youtube.com/watch? v=EuEoimAW604
Spreading herself out as she landed, she soon found her face beneath Dayna's foot.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
”YOU WINNER! BY PINFALL! THE ISRAELI POWERHOUSE! DAYNA ERZA!!!!!”
Dayna looked furious despite the win as she turn towards the referee.
"Stop giving me trash. I am not here to clean up trash. Let this be a warning," Dayna snarled before dusting off her hands and leaving the ring in a no-nonsense fashion.