Post by bigfan on Aug 12, 2017 19:40:15 GMT
The house lights of FAWN Arena dimmed, leading to the requisite hoots and hollers from the amped throng. A white-hot spotlight broke the darkness, falling upon the upper stage and a lean, lithe brunette gracefully floated into view.
Having ended Kylie Sanders with a Prima Decrescendo at Mayhem, the crowd was even more excited than usual to lay eyes on the dangerous diva and they offered an ovation worthy of Pavarotti. The PA was quick to announce the dark-haired grappler’s arrival before she began her breathtaking warbling.
“Our next match is scheduled for one fall with a twenty minute time limit. Hailing from London, England, she stands at five feet eight inches tall and weighs in at one-hundred and twenty-two pounds…she is the sublime soprano, the British Blackbird…ELIZA BLISSSS!”
A sweet melodious set of notes reached to the heights, the highest high of soprano superlatives couldn’t describe the beauty of the operatic ecstasy. Nor could it do justice to the beauty that stepped from behind the curtain.
ELIZA BLISS:
Eliza raised her arms dramatically and serenaded the FAWNatics with her own entrance accompaniment, no one else able to match the perfect notes of sweet rapture. Blissy set herself on the upper stage. The long locks of the slender, sinewy brunette fall in great cascades, Bliss clad in a lacy black one-piece that clung tightly to her lightly tanned form; curious, futuristic, metallic wristbands, glittered from each wrist to only a few inches short of her elbows. Below, she wore tempting, knee-high black leather boots. The Englishwoman strode down the aisle belting out the concluding aria of Giulio Cesare, the opera that had made her famous or infamous, depending on fan or foe.
Her checkered past now long forgotten, the loyal fans of the Blackbird have taken Bliss under their protective wing after her time astray.
Eliza’s singles’ career considerably brightened by the dispatching of FAWN’s most hated traitor and troll, the long ago Lightweight Champion seemed especially buoyant, her vocal chords providing instant ecstasy as had her pin-fall on Sanders at the previous Pay-Per-View.
As Bliss strode to the ring, she finished her beautiful verse and slapped hands with those lucky enough to be on the aisle, waving and smiling.
Reaching the squared circle, Eliza circled, bowing and making contact with the crowd, particularly pleased with a placard that noted “Seeing Eliza burn Vanilla Chill was Bliss!”
The beatific brunette nodded in agreement as she’s handed a microphone.
“I hear you’re not the only one who adored my performance,” Eliza chuckled as the fans roared. “When it comes to beating Kylie, I may have also made believers of the Church.” The crowd grew deathly silent at the mention of Miranda and her followers/
“But when it comes to Eternal Midnight, I’m far from seeing the light in their darkness.”
The sinewy soprano turned to the squared circle with an eruption of applause. She skipped up the ring steps, slid through the ropes, and kept an eye out for any early-arriving FOI (Friends of the Inquisitor) as she moved to her corner.
Bliss still ownrf the ‘stage’ in every sense of the word, even without belting out one further note. A performer of unequalled beauty and poise, Eliza flexed and stretched, preparing for ‘mass’ to begin.
Following a few seconds of tense silence the Announcer raised his mic and looked to the stage, as if anticipating an interruption. None came, so he cleared his throat and resumed his duties. “And introducing her opponent, representing the Church of Eternal Midnight, she stands at five feet four inches tall and weighs in at one hundred and twenty-five pounds. She is the Inquisitor, the Queen of Hearts…. TIFFANY MAYES!”
His words were answered by a jangling bell that quickly gave way to guitars and drums, the former cutting out a simple riff which the latter strengthened with a staccato stomp. That was perhaps the only tie to the Tiffany Mayes prior to her conversion as the woman who brushed through the curtain in time with the first chorus of ‘Heaven Knows’ proved a far more dangerous individual indeed. Gone was the plaid skirt, the bustier, the shortened tie and even the dark brown locks. It’d all been replaced by a lot of lightly tanned, toned skin, a few swatches of black leather in the form of a bandeau style bikini top and matching bottoms, matte black pads and wrestling shoes and a long tangle of golden blonde hair almost identical to that of the Malevolent Moralizer.
TIFFANY MAYES:
Stone still in the face of several thousand heathens jeering their blasphemies, Tiffany stretched her arms wide, then brought her hands together in a show of dedication to the task set before her. When the prayer was done, she flashed a wicked grin and made her way down the aisle with a cruel swagger in her step. Whereas the pre-conversion model would’ve taken the time and effort to greet everyone within reaching distance, Wainright’s acolyte ignored them all, save for those foolish enough to draw her attention with jeers and signs. Those she dismissed promptly, as Eliza Bliss demanded the full focus of her attention.
Exploding into an effortless sprint as she neared the foot of the ramp, Tiffany leapt from floor to apron to top turnbuckle in nearly a single bound. From there she raised an index finger to the rafters, then brought it down ninety degrees to point directly at the Renaissance Woman. “Heathens rejoice in the Songbird’s call,” Mayes told Bliss, “but Midnight comes for one and all. And dear sister, the clock says eleven fifty-nine.” Eliza chose not to answer, so Mayes hopped down from the buckles and settled into her corner while referee Craig Long went about the unenviable task of checking the Inquisitor’s pads and boots.
As the bell sounded it occurred to Eliza Bliss that over the course of two months she’d somehow become a target of dangerous blondes in dangerous factions. Mayhem saw her face and ultimately rebuke the chilly challenge of one Kylie Sanders and for Summer Swelter she found herself sharing the spotlight with none other than Miranda Wainright’s chief inquisitor. Intrigued by the challenge of imposing her will over a genuine dyed in the wool zealot, Bliss took a deep breath and set off for the center of the ring.
Tiffany didn’t make the Englishwoman wait long, in fact she moved in step with Eliza, as if she’d been waiting to see if the slender brunette would steel her nerves or lose them at the last moment. Apparently pleased by the heathen’s strength, Mayes raised her hands and hunched forward in a tense grappler’s crouch, a subtle albeit unmistakable show of respect for Bliss’s skills that the brunette had not expected.
Eliza mimicked Mayes with a crouch of her own, though hers wasn’t nearly so deep, as she had a solid four inches on the other wrestler. Careful to keep out of takedown range, Eliza started circling to her right, always making certain to keep her eyes locked on Tiffany’s. Mayes did the same, what she didn’t do was speak, yet another surprise from the usually loquacious true believer. “Rumor around the locker room says you asked the front office for this match.” Eliza noted without breaking stride.
Tiffany nodded once. “That is true, sister Bliss.”
The Songbird didn’t much like the use of ‘sister’ before her name, but she didn’t let it show. Instead she followed with a question. “So inquiring minds want to know, did I catch your eye… or Miranda’s?”
Tiffany smiled for a heartbeat, then it was gone. “Your treatment of the traitor Sanders was noted by the whole of our sect, sister. You displayed a certain ruthlessness that had been long absent in your FAWN tenure. Miranda tasked me with finding out if that ruthlessness was merely a flash of your former self… or an as of yet untapped wellspring.”
Bliss nodded understanding, opened her mouth for a follow up question, then darted in and cinched an arm around the smaller woman’s head! Bliss treated Mayes’s melon to a single rough squeeze before she transitioned to a Side Headlock and slung the churchgoer over her hip and onto the canvas with a BOOMING takedown! Eliza doubled down on the Headlock as soon as Tiffany hit the mat, but the smaller battler shoved a forearm in her face and pushed, forcing the Briton’s head back at a sharp angle. In and of itself the tactic was only mildly unpleasant. It wasn’t until Mayes brought her knees up and ‘smecked’ her legs around Bliss’s neck that the predicament grew truly uncomfortable.
Prizing her way free of the Headlock with a single strong pulse from her thighs, the Inquisitor braced both hands against the mat and hoisted her butt off the canvas to increase the pressure by quite a bit. It would’ve grown intolerable in a short period if Eliza had simply sat there and flailed, thankfully that was not the case. Soon as Mayes bore down, Bliss grabbed hold of the encroaching thigh and PUSHED up in time with the end of that first constriction. In the same instant she raised her knees as high as she could, then popped her hips to kip up so prettily it earned a loud round of applause.
The Renaissance Woman paid it precious little mind, the whole of her attention was on Tiffany, who’d bounced to boot leather alongside the former Lightweight Champion. “Allow me a single guess at Miranda’s thought process.” Eliza purred as they resumed their circling. “If you defeat me, then clearly this ruthlessness of mine was no more than imagination on her part and you’ll send me off to rot with the rest of the heathens. However, should I defeat you, then perhaps I do possess certain qualities that the Church of Eternal Midnight might appreciate in a sister. Is that about it, Tiffany?”
Mayes stopped moving and favored Eliza with a smile of such beatific malevolence that the Englishwoman ground to a halt as well. “You’re almost right, sister, but you overestimate your own abilities. You see Miranda is under no illusions that you’ll actually win our contest. This… vetting, if you’d like, is simply to see how long you’ll last. And what you’ll do when I eventually crack that oh so elegant façade you’ve shown the world for all these years.”
Bliss smiled and stepped forward, a not so gentle reminder of her height advantage. “Strong words from a little girl who used to wear plaid skirts to the ring.”
Mayes didn’t back away, in fact she chested into the Brit without missing a beat. “Key word, USED to wear plaid. Just like you USED to be an object of fear and respect. The question is, can you regain that status after so many years as Olivia’s side--”
‘Kick’ never left her lips because Bliss swept her into a harsh Collar & Elbow Tie-Up. Unfazed the by heathen’s quick reflexes, Mayes showed off some speed of her own in the form of a Kneelift she drilled into the brunette’s flat belly. Bliss ‘offfhed’ but stayed otherwise upright, so Tiffany grabbed a double handful of hair and wedged the crown of her skull in under the curve of Eliza’s chin. In the next instant she pushed onto her toes and dropped to her knees to THUNK Bliss’s mug with a quick Jawbreaker. The Superlative Soprano reeled backward, both hands on her stinging muzzle as she fought to catch her balance. She was still finding it when Tiffany put both hands on her shoulders and launched herself into a vertical leap that ended with both legs threaded around Bliss’s head! Then she crossed her ankles and torqued her hips to flip Eliza to the deck with a beautiful little ‘Rana.
Another blonde (Kylie for example) would’ve leaned back to collect one or both of her foe’s legs in the hopes of securing a quick victory. Tiffany however was on a mission from Miranda, so rather than pin she pushed to one knee, snatched a huge hank of hair and set to work with a series of straight right hands to Bliss’s forehead. Already close to check on what he thought was a pin attempt, Craig Long let the punches slide to the end of an internal five count. Then he swatted Mayes on the shoulder and said, “Open up those hands, Tiff!”
Tiffany looked up, regarding him solemnly. “Of course, good sir.” Tiffany opened her hand, just as she’d said she would. Unfortunately for Eliza she promptly pressed it to the Englishwoman’s face and bore down in a temple-grinding Iron Claw.
Bliss snarled and groaned, the sound of it muffled against the churchgoer’s palm. Forcing herself not to kick her heels against the canvas (it was desperate and unbecoming, two things Eliza most certainly was not) the Superlative Soprano curled one hand around Mayes’s clawin’ wrist and squeeeeezed with all her might. The other hand she curled into a familiar C-shaped claw and sent off in search of Tiffany’s mouth. The blonde saw it coming, clenched her jaw and turned her head to the side. It worked, but only briefly, as the Briton felt no qualms about pinching Mayes’s nostrils between thumb and forefinger. Eliza twisted hard so Tiff leaned forward, putting even more of her weight into the pincer gouging at the brunette’s temples and forehead.
The muted keening from both women grew steadily louder as each increased the pain of their respective grip in the hopes of breaking her foe’s will in this early skirmish. In the end it came out a draw, as Bliss and Mayes abruptly shoved away from one another and scrambled in opposite directions to better tend to their aches.
“Tried to rip off my nose, sister.” Tiffany said thoughtfully. “Not very becoming of a songbird, is it?”
“I suppose not.” Eliza agreed. “Of course, I don’t know many choir girls who draw pleasure from crushing an opponent’s skull.”
“A choir girl I am not,” Mayes informed, stepping toward Bliss to deliver a Toe Kick to Eliza’s midriff.
But the Blackbird caught Tiffany’s toes before they drove into her gut. She lifted the Inquisitor’s leg high, forcing the blonde to hop on her free lower limb.
“So tell me,” Eliza asked, “what’s it like to be a puppet?”
Tiffany launched off her planted stem and swung the boot into Eliza’s temple, clubbing the side of Blissy’s skull with an Enzugiri that freed the blonde from Bliss and sent the soprano staggering, one hand rising to the impact point.
“We all make the Church stronger in our own way, sister. As will you.”
Mayes grabbed Eliza by her left wrist and seemed ready to send Bliss off with an Irish Whip but she reeled Bliss back in, impaling the bigger brunette with a Spear that impressively folded the diva in half around her shoulder. Mayes planted the soon-to-be parishioner into the deck. Tiffany knelt beside the groaning Eliza and delivered a forearm to her jaw when her foe started to rise.
“Did that feel like I don’t have control of my own actions?” Mayes asked. “Believe me. I enjoy my calling.”
Tiffany fashioned her left hand into a set of tines and dug them into Eliza’s ivory-skinned midriff, the Belly Claw forcing a wincing Bliss to jackknife around the clenching palm and digging fingers of the Church member. With her right, Tiffany nailed Eliza with a cross to the jaw that leveled her foe back to horizontal.
“Did I say ‘rise’, sister?”
Mayes placed her right hand atop her left to dig the claw in deeper, Eliza responding by tearing at her own dark locks to spread the increasing pain.
“Miranda may be offering you a place, but it is I who decides exactly what that place shall be.”
Apparently, having ‘chewed’ into Eliza’s tummy sufficiently, Mayes released, laced her fingers and raised a Double Axhandle before plunging it into Eliza’s reddened abdomen. Blissy went bug-eyed as she rose to another V-shape. This time the Inquisitor snatched the Soprano’s locks and helped Bliss to her feet as she ascended to vertical.
“Leaving your heathen ways is arduous,” Tiffany informed.
Seamlessly, she lifted Eliza completely off her feet with a Half Nelson high and a crotch grip low, having enough power to get the bigger Bliss up, if not for long as the blonde drops to a knee and impaled the diva again with a gutbuster.
GUTBUSTER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=fuUkTIJZG9g
Another attack to her weakening abs had Eliza gagging and moaning, Mayes clearly delighted in making more of an impression. Her grip above still in place, Tiffany kept Eliza on her feet.
Slipping around Blissy’s side, Mayes pressed her chest tight across the Blackbird’s back, her legs straddling Eliza’s side as the blonde captures the diva’s far arm then wrapped a tight backhand grasp around her foe’s neck. With the Stretch Plum secured, Tiffany settled in for the inevitable surrender and pledge to join Eternal Midnight.
STRETCH PLUM:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=CM0K2DHhxZs
However, Eliza refused both Mayes’ and the official’s offers. Instead, to Tiffany’s disbelief, Bliss started to power out of the predicament, slowly rising and, as the Inquisitor’s head shook in incredulity, she lifted Tiffany across her shoulders in a Fireman’s Carry. Mayes reached a set of nails toward Eliza’s eyes, but before she could strike, Blissy laid out and delivered Tiffany to a ring-rattling connection with the canvas via a Samoan Drop.
The blonde arched in agony from the impact on her spine, no amount of ‘Churching up’ allowing her to ignore the pain receptors in her backbone. Beside her, an aching Eliza sat up and rubbed at her mottled midriff, perfect pearlies gritting wide. Growling, she turned to find Mayes on all fours. Snatching Tiffany’s left ankle, Bliss pulled it into a tightening two-hand grip as she dropped to one knee and violently twisted the Inquisitor’s joint.
Never having expected Blissy to bring the Inquisition to her, Tiffany yelped in pain, shaking her head wildly, as if trying to convince herself the anguish was worth remaining in the match. She seemed to consider what might await her from Miranda if she capitulated to the soprano and, instead of slapping the canvas, she dug her nails in and dragged the bigger brunette within range to grasp the bottom rope.
“Release me,” Mayes demanded. When she got no response from Bliss, Tiffany screeched at the striped-shirt. “Make the heathen let me go!”
The referee began his tardy count and the Englishwoman gave up the Fortissimo at the count of four, backing away no more than a step or two.
“Were you prepared to join Kylie in my congregation of the Belittled Blondes?” Eliza chided with more than a drip of snark.
Tiffany cradled her leg close with one arm, the other wrapping tightly around the rubber-coated steel.
“Keep the heathen away from me,” Mayes demanded, staring liturgical lasers at the bellicose Brit.
After several seconds, the blonde limped away from the ropes with Eliza chasing. Mayes threw a jabbing thumb at Blissy’s dark peepers but the soprano grabbed Mayes’s proffered hand and used it to whip her to the far corner. The Inquisitor turned into a jarring impact with the buckles behind her and the smaller blonde wasn’t helped when Eliza followed her in and SPLASHED her body against that of the pancaked Church member. Tiffany could offer little in the way of resistance when Bliss lifted the blonde’s legs and sent them through the ropes, Mayes’s lower limbs resting on the middle cable.
Reaching over a shoulder, Eliza locked onto Tiffany’s cranium and ripped Mayes to the deck with a resounding Neckbreaker.
ROPE ASSISTED NECKBREAKER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=MZMT7_1qsaI
The diva passed on a pinning attempt and instead tugged the reeling Mayes to her feet, guiding her to the nearby corner and introducing Tiffany’s face to the top buckle a full TEN times, the elated crowd counting along. Bliss gave the final throw of features to buckle added emphasis, sending Mayes into a drunken stumble away from the corner.
As the blonde wobbles to center stage, Bliss took her place on the buckles, ascending to the top and turning. She waits patiently for Tiffany to find her bearings and turn back to face the Brit. It’s then the Blackbird took wing, leaping off her perch into the wide-eyed blonde. Eliza tucked her body tight and wrapped her hands around the back of Mayes’s neck as she connected, then ripped Tiffany off her feet as she dropped the rest of the way to the canvas, driving her kneecaps into the blonde’s chest.
SHEER BLISS:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=AVLnMtTPuYg
Tiffany exploded from Sheer Bliss, slopping onto her back in a wide spreadeagle. Eliza crawled to the demolished Churchgoer, diving atop her for a Crossbody pin for…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOO!
Mayes proved devout to Eternal Midnight, lifting a shoulder, if weakly, keeping Eliza from ending this trial.
Bliss pushed to one knee to better survey the situation. “Surely you can’t think I’d ever join Miranda’s ranks.” she scoffed. “I am a woman who thrives, no, craves, the brightest spotlight imaginable. Under no circumstances would I abandon all that to stand behind Wainright in some shadowy chorus.”
Tiff sat up beside her, one hand braced against the mat while the other massaged her jolted jaw. “You say that now, sister. But that spotlight you hold so dear is really nothing more than a beacon for all the things that lurk in the dark. And eventually everything residing in the light is dragged off kicking and screaming. When the time comes, would you rather do the dragging… or the screaming?”
Eliza tilted her head to one side, mulling the blonde’s words. “I believe I would rather--” she flicked out her right hand in a straight jab that caromed off Mayes’s sore chin. It certainly wasn’t a fight winner, but Tiff hadn’t expected such a blasphemous answer to a legitimate theological query and she crumpled to the deck with lights dancing behind her eyes.
Satisfied she’d answered the blonde’s question in the most direct manner possible, Bliss went on to strengthen her position by peeling Mayes off the mat with a double handful of hair. With Tiff knock-kneed and starry eyed, the Renaissance Woman dipped a shoulder and muscled the smaller grappler up onto her shoulders in a Fireman’s Carry. A crystal clear high note from Bliss earned enthusiastic applause from the FAWNatics and provided a much appreciated touch of class when the Englishwoman boosted Tiffany off her perch and dropped to her knees to THAWHUMP the true believer down on her face, chest and belly with a ring-shivering Flapjack.
The former Schoolgirl bounced over onto her back and instinctually raised her knees to prevent a pin, an outcome that proved successful only because Bliss had something entirely different in mind. Grabbing hold of Mayes’s left leg, Eliza hurried to verticality and shifted position so she was slightly off to the side while still in possession of the captured limb. With the crowd spurring her on, the elegant Songbird threaded her right leg around Tiffany’s left and planted her foot next to the blonde’s hip. From there she bent down, laid claim to Mayes’s right foot and drew it up to lay it across her opponent’s exposed ankle to create a sort of sideways Figure Four. But rather than drop to the mat then and there, Bliss folded Tiffany’s right leg around her left ankle, then dipped low and rolled to the mat, a move that brought her up on one knee and turned the Inquisitor over onto her tummy. With Tiff’s legs thoroughly neutralized, a smirking Eliza leaned forward, cupped both hands under the blonde’s chin and YANKED her head back to complete the Deathlock Camel Clutch!
Tiffany groaned low in the back of her throat and pushed up on both hands, a shift that alleviated a bit of the pressure in her neck at the cost of increasing the torque on her spine. “Are you ready to tap, choir girl?” Bliss asked several seconds into the full-body torture session. “Or shall I send you on your way with some sort of conciliatory hymn?”
The Brit’s Chinlock was too tight to allow Mayes words, so she lifted a hand from the canvas and waggled it ‘no’ before clawing at Bliss’s laced fingers. Eliza smiled and jostled her hands, forcing Tiffany’s head to bobble up and down. “Fight it all you want dear, I can endure your amateurish fumblings long enough to reach the only memorable aspect of your performance. The high, wailing shriek of complete and utter capitulatiOOOWWWW YOU BLOODY SAVAGE!”
Bliss called it savagery, Mayes called it survival, though she didn’t deny the tingle of pleasure that ran up her spine when she grabbed Eliza’s thumbs and tried to make them touch the Englishwoman’s forearms!
Good as it was, the Clutch wasn’t worth broken bones, so the Songbird abandoned the Chinlock and quickly wrested her hands free of the blonde’s grip. Angered by the injurious counter, Bliss grabbed a huge handful of hair, wrenched Tiffany’s head back and clouted her across the cheek with a single Crossface Forearm. “It seems that you are in search of a quick finale as well, sister.” Bliss’s voice dripped with scorn as she dragged the flagging fighter back to boot leather. “So I shall do us both a service and cut this performance short by cutting YOU short.”
A Kneelift to the belly segued into a Front Facelock allowed Bliss to turn them so that her prey’s butt pointed at the hard camera. A showman to the end, Eliza raised her free hand and belted out another high note to properly usher in the-- Tiffany wrapped her arms around the brunette’s waist, lifted her into the air and deposited her atop one posted knee in a lightning-fast Inverted Atomic Drop. The blow to her undercarriage forced an uncharacteristically flat note through Bliss’s lips, not that she got the time to chastise her performance because Mayes sank down low and snapped off a perfect bridge that THWHUMPED Eliza onto her back as victim of a Northern Lights Suplex. Stunned by the rapid reversal of fortunes, Bliss didn’t truly understand the predicament until she heard the ref counting…
ONE…
TWO…
The former Lightweight Champion drove a short punch into her opponent’s ribs, breaking the bridge with a full second to spare. Head clearing once she was free of the pin, Eliza clambered to her feet alongside the Churchgoer and let out a low, warbling whistle to get Mayes’s attention. Tiff’s head snapped in her direction and Bliss struck fast, jabbing her fingertips into the hollow of Tiffany’s thr--NO! The Inquisitor intercepted Bliss’s hand at the last second, pulled it back and promptly bit down on those elegant digits! “REF!” the Songbird shouted even as she pressed her free hand into the side of Mayes’s face. “SHE’S BITING ME!”
The stamping and gnawing made the infraction impossible to miss and since there was an immediate threat to his charge’s well being, Craig didn’t bother with a warning. He simply demanded, “Let her go, Tiffany!” and began to count. Mayes did as she was told after a four second delay, the last bit of which coincided with a Kneelift she buried just beneath Eliza’s navel. With the Superlative Soprano feeling far from her best, Tiffany stretched Bliss’s arm tight across her own chest and stepped to one side. Then she snapped her feet forward and dropped backward to drill Eliza into the canvas with a Single Arm DDT.
SINGLE ARM DDT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=6B6N3spRLdY
Bliss stifled a curse as the landing sent a painful jolt through her shoulder, tugged it out of Tiffany’s clutches and rolled away as quick as she could. Pushing herself to one knee somewhere near the center of the ring, Eliza glared daggers at the leather-clad blonde. “Does your fearless leader often give the order to maim potential recruits when you’re scouting ohshitNNNNNNGGGHHHHH!”
Tiffany ran her down at top speed, not for another Spear but a low-flying somersault, one that saw her pass directly over the penitent brunette’s head. In the split-second she was overhead Mayes cupped her fingers across Bliss’s head and came down flat to THAWHUNK the back of Eliza’s head and shoulders into the canvas with a huge Running Blockbuster!
RUNNING BLOCKBUSTER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=6O4RapN8Zh8
The force of it folded Bliss into a tight Matchbook that got even tighter when Mayes scrambled across the Briton’s upturned thighs and pressed down with all her weight. Concerned by the boneless twitch and flop of the compressed Songbird, the FAWNatics leapt to their feet with a roar of support as Craig skidded in to count…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOO!
The sinewy soprano unfolded from beneath the Inquisitor, Eliza able to use her longer limbs to fight her way out of the more compact blonde’s clutches. Still, Bliss was much the worse for wear. The brunette slopped to her side and remained there as Mayes rose and got in Long’s grill, insisting the official was a blasphemer.
Out of the corner of the Churchgoer’s eye, Mayes caught Blissy pushing wearily to hands and knees and the spiteful blonde turned into a brutal soccer kick to the ribs that sent Eliza tumbling to her back, moaning in perfect pitch and swaddling her aching midsection.
With the diva rightfully distracted by the ache in her abdomen, Tiffany collected control of both her ankles, but does so with two palms wrapping around Eliza’s right leg while pinning her left to the mat with the sole of her boot. As Mayes grinned evilly at the wide-eyed Eliza, she threatened the worst with no words. Bliss ‘washed windows’ with pleading palms.
“Sing for me, heathen. Show me what the beautiful notes you will offer up to Eternal Midnight when you realize your place.”
With her piece said, Tiffany dropped to the left, making sure her body fell atop the captured limb, sending the diva into a gawd awful set of forced splits, Eliza offering a piercing shriek through the arena. The notes continued when Tiffany grapevined her legs around Blissy’s left lower limb and Mayes worked her Wishbone Leg Splitter wider still, eventually to a full 180-degree split that had Bliss warbling in agony.
“Say the word Sister Eliza,” Tiffany threatened softly but firmly. “Confess your weakness and the Inquisitor will forgive all IF you pledge your loyalty to the Church now and forever.”
“Bite me, choir girLAHHHHHGAWWDD!”
Mayes worked the splits so wide it seemed Blissy was sure to snap something and yet, biting her lower lip between howls, she refused to sing the magic words. After a dozen seconds, Tiffany released on both ends and Eliza gingerly pulled her stems together drawing into a fetal ball at the Inquisitor’s feet.
“You are a survivor, songbird,” Mayes admitted. “A characteristic Miranda admires.” Tiffany sent a set of three vicious stomps into the reeling soprano. “I might as well, after tonight. Though you’d do better to save the obstinence for your resurrection in the Church and not be so stubborn tonight.”
Grasping Eliza by the noggin, Tiffany tugged a mewling Bliss to her feet, the diva still pigeon-toed in her stance next to the battering blonde. Mayes dipped and hupped the pliant, slender soprano across her shoulders in a Fireman’s Carry. The FAWNatics pleaded with Blissy to escape but the Wishbone was still taking its toll and her weak squirming wasn’t enough to force a release. Instead, Mayes harkened back to her schoolgirl past, busting out her signature ‘It’s Academic’, tossing Eliza’s lower half off one shoulder while keeping Blissy’s chin glued to her opposite number as she laid out and stunned the shite out of the Songbird.
IT'S ACADEMIC:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=dx8tFnjrTLQ
Eliza flopped to her back from the force of the impact. Mayes spun to the gobsmacked Brit and slid into a Crossbody pin, hooking Blissy’s leg, pressing knee to navel for…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOO!
The diva rolled a shoulder no more than a few inches off the canvas and a furious Inquisitor bombed away with rights and lefts, swabbing each side of the battered Blackbird’s jaw. Wearing herself out, Tiffany rose over the dazed Bliss, collecting her composure to a cacophony of boos.
“You’ll all learn to pray before Eternal Midnight,” the blonde informed, standing in a domineering straddle of the splayed soprano.
As Tiffany moved to the ring’s edge to better preach at the paying congregation, Eliza struggled to climb to her feet. Slowly, she made her way to upright. Both women turned to each other and, unsurprisingly, it’s the Churchgoer who’s quicker on the draw, sinking a Toe Kick into Eliza’s taut tummy. Bliss doubled over with a guttural groan and the rampaging Mayes yanked the brunette’s lowered head between her legs. Tiffany wrapped her arms around the Brit’s abdomen and launched Bliss in a front flip up the blonde’s frame.
Eliza ended seated on Tiffany’s shoulders. The soprano’s arms windmilling wildly as she tried to prevent the impending demolition, but the Songbird can’t prevent another signature of the Inquisitor. Tiffany passed on the Powerbomb to add an even more torturous turn to the Church recruit, BLOWING Blissy up with a modified version of Knocking on Midnight.
KNOCKING ON MIDNIGHT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=XUsKR3xtdOk
Eliza yelped in agony, her spine arching as if she rolled off the stabbing knees of the Inquisitor. Even through what had to be blinding pain, the Blackbird continued to spin her way to the apron, sneaking under the ropes and plopping to the floor with a meaty ‘thwack’, almost certainly sparing herself a loss and a place in the front pew at the Church’s next mass.
Having reached her feet, Tiffany could hardly believe her eyes. Instead of placing a foot atop Eliza’s bosom for a Gladiatrix cover-worthy pin, Mayes had to consider how she’s going to get Eliza back in the ring for the final hymn.
Deciding simply slipping through the strands, dropping to the floor, and collecting her property was not enough, Tiffany climbed the buckles closest to the slowly ascending Bliss, waiting patiently for her conscript to receive her coupe de grace.
A wobbly Eliza backpedaled to the steel barricade, catching herself, using the metal divider to keep herself upright. The added distance didn’t give Mayes a second thought as she vaulted from her steeple. Her boots leading the way with a Missile Dropkick.
The dilapidated diva caught sight of Mayes out of the corner of an eye and, using a grip on the barricade, threw her body out of the way. Tiffany’s boots met the steel but, more devastatingly, her spine and skull cracked against the thinly padded cement floor quickly afterward. The blonde laid motionless save for some weak squirming, the crowd gleefully chanting ‘HOLY SHYT’ at the effort gone horribly wrong.
Not averse to taking advantage of a situation, the Englishwoman staggered to Mayes and scraped her off the floor, tugging the Inquisitor into a Front Facelock. Eliza sent Tiffany’s boots toward the rafters then held her there in a stall, presumably for a Suplex. But Bliss had a much louder message to impart. She shifted the Churchgoer’s body directly over the barricade and sent her barreling back down the way she’d come, Tiffany’s crotch IMPALING atop the divider.
Mayes’s face turned ghostly, her jaw hanging wide, hands pressing at the pipe upon which she agonizingly rode.
“Guess you won’t be sitting for services for a while,” Eliza grunted between labored breaths, a smirk creasing her lips.
Tiffany couldn’t form words, the scream locked behind her jaw took up far too much room. She did however manage to reach for the recovering Briton with a pair of weak, grasping hands Eliza brushed away with an impatient smack. Feeling much better now that the churchgoer was doing some penance of her own, Bliss snagged a handful of hair and bullied Mayes down into another Front Facelock. Then she took hold of the blonde’s leather waistband and stepped back and to the side, slowly but surely drawing the smaller woman across the aisle until Tiffany was hanging by her ankles at one end and the Facelock at the other. “I’m not one to employ my talents for dirges,” Bliss noted as the front row FAWNatics held their breath, “but I may make an exception when the medics haul your hateful arse out of here.” She punctuated with another high note, then kicked her legs forward and laid out on her back to THWHONK Mayes’s forehead into the thinly-padded floor with a devastating DDT!
BARRICADE DRAPED DDT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=XnSt_3PBmis
Tiff didn’t jolt, let alone roll over, she stayed right where she’d landed, stretched out full length with arms limp at her sides. In the ring Craig hit ‘FIFTEEN’ on his count and the Songbird was dead certain she could waltz under the bottom rope and take a count out victory, but Eliza didn’t want a count out. She wanted gold around her waist again and that meant pinning or submitting any woman that dared cross her path. So she collected Mayes at trunks and tresses, hauled her off the floor and slung her under the bottom rope by ‘EIGHTEEN!’
She slid in immediately thereafter but rather than go for a cover she rose to verticality and strode to the nearest corner. Murmurs of surprise from the crowd when Bliss claimed the penthouse in a single bound, they tended to forget the songbird could fly when she was of a mind. Turning to face her flattened foe, Eliza looked out over the crowd, raised her arms overhead and gifted them with a high note that made music lovers out of even the most tin-eared attendees. At the conclusion of her performance the Renaissance Woman sprang out into the void and curled herself into a perfect ‘V’, Bliss cocking her right arm up and back to THAWHUMP a truly Superlative Elbow Drop between her opponent’s breasts. No celebration upon connection, Bliss merely stretched herself across Tiffany’s battered chest and hooked the far leg for…
SUPERLATIVE ELBOW DROP:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=gDN1WeS6PlY
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO!
Question their motives all you want, but the wherewithal of Miranda Wainright’s ‘Sisters’ was undeniable, as evidenced when Mayes got a shoulder off the mat with a heartbeat to spare. Genuinely flummoxed by the blonde’s escape, Eliza showed three fingers to the official, then raked that hand through her hair when Long answered with two. After a moment she calmed her nerves and worked both hands into Mayes’s battle damp hair. “It’s good… or perhaps just refreshing, to know that you can actually lean on the strength of your convictions.” Eliza told Tiffany as she pulled the smaller woman to boot leather. “But I don’t share those convictions and I never shall. So if putting you on a gurney is the only way to make Miranda understand, then so be it.”
Mayes still offered no reply, which was as it should be, Bliss didn’t need any more nattering when she was looking to close this show. Snuggling in behind the woozy warrior, Eliza pulled Tiffany’s arms back in a Double Chickenwing and lowered her head to place the crown of it between Mayes’s shoulders. Already noisy, the sold-out crowd bustled to their feet as Eliza spun through that marvelous motion that reversed their positions so that Tiffany was doubled over behind the brunette with her arms firmly in Bliss’s clutches. Moments away from a powerful Decrescendo, Eliza tipped her head back and offered a final note for the even--“WHOOAAAAAAANNNNGGHH!”
The True Believer wrenched her arms loose and immediately applied a Double Chickenwing of her own. With Bliss’s arms locked tight behind her back, Mayes got real low and snapped off a high / tight bridge to THWHUNK the Songbird down flat on the back of her head and shoulders. Folded into a matchbook by the power of the Tiger Suplex, Eliza’s legs bicycled wildly while the ref counted…
TIGER SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ft84IE2eH9M
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO!
The Englishwoman proved her own resilience by twisting loose of her attacker’s grip with barely a whisper to spare. Seemingly revitalized by her desperation counter, Mayes sprang to her feet and ran the ropes while a muzzy-headed Eliza clambered to one knee. The cartoon birds flitting around her noggin were just getting into sync when Tiffany returned and brought up her right knee in a shot that struck the Brit’s head with a sickening THUNK! Bliss went down in a heap, transformed from Blackbird to Spread Eagle by the skull-rattling strike. Scant heartbeats later Tiffany rolled across her tummy in a back-press and hooked both legs for the…
RIGHTEOUS KNEE STRIKE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=B6OPod3DBc8
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO!
Eliza defied the Book of Wainright yet again, not by much, just enough to halt the official’s count. Tiffany halted his puling excuse with a single hard glare, then took possession of Bliss’s left wrist and ankle so she could draaaaaaaaaggg her that much closer to the nearest corner. “You WILL be a worthy addition to our ranks, sister.” Mayes emphasized this point by planting a heel in Eliza’s tummy as she stomped toward the turnbuckles. “Just as soon as your ribs heal, that is.”
The joy of Bliss’s earlier trip to the high rent district was not repeated as Tiffany hopped up, nimble as any devil’s familiar. Prepared to deliver a dose of fiery smite to their would be parishioner, the blonde gifted the audience with a wicked smirk, then leapt up and back into a tight somersault that encompassed a ninety degree turn and 450 degrees of heathen crushing spin before she stretched out and THAWHAMMED down across Eliza’s upraised knees!
Tiffany bounced hard and would’ve flopped over onto her back if Bliss hadn’t darted a hand up and jammed it flush into her gaping mouth! Cleft Note secure at once, Eliza sat up, pushed the Churchgoer onto her back and quickly straddled her waist. Clamping down like she meant to drive her thumb through the shelf of her opponent’s chin, Bliss collected both of Mayes’s wrists in her free hand and pinned them high overhead. In the same motion she twined her legs around Tiffany’s shuddering stems and wrenched them apart with a Double Leg Grapevine.
Mayes gurgled as pain shot through her hamstrings and groin, alas the reaction only allowed Bliss to sink the Note that much deeper. A submission was surely in the offering, but the blonde’s shoulders were flat against the mat, so Craig swooped in and counted…
ONE…
TWO….
THREE!
The bell sounded, Eliza released her hooks and leaned waaaaaaaaaaaaay back while the Announcer called, “Ladies and gentlemen, your winner via pin-fall… ELIZA BLISS!”
Too exhausted by the narrow escape to do much of her usual celebrating, Eliza struggled to boot leather and smiled appreciatively when Craig raised her hand. The roar of the crowd returned a bit of her verve, so Bliss raised a boot and planted it atop the defeated woman’s heaving chest. “I am a Blackbird. I am a Renaissance Woman.” Eliza huffed down at Tiffany. “That’s all the affiliation I will ever need so please be so kind as to tell Miranda to leave me the hell--”
A warning cry from those assembled drew Eliza’s attention to the stage, where Miranda Wainright stood watching the action. Acting against every bit of survival instinct she had left, Bliss extended an arm toward the Messiah of Misery and bade her down to the ring.
Miranda smiled, touched two fingers to the brim of her neat black hat in a small salute, then turned around and disappeared back through the curtain.
“Another time, then.” Eliza said under her breath. “You bring the sermons, I’ll bring the songs. We’ll make a lovely time of it.”
Having ended Kylie Sanders with a Prima Decrescendo at Mayhem, the crowd was even more excited than usual to lay eyes on the dangerous diva and they offered an ovation worthy of Pavarotti. The PA was quick to announce the dark-haired grappler’s arrival before she began her breathtaking warbling.
“Our next match is scheduled for one fall with a twenty minute time limit. Hailing from London, England, she stands at five feet eight inches tall and weighs in at one-hundred and twenty-two pounds…she is the sublime soprano, the British Blackbird…ELIZA BLISSSS!”
A sweet melodious set of notes reached to the heights, the highest high of soprano superlatives couldn’t describe the beauty of the operatic ecstasy. Nor could it do justice to the beauty that stepped from behind the curtain.
ELIZA BLISS:
Eliza raised her arms dramatically and serenaded the FAWNatics with her own entrance accompaniment, no one else able to match the perfect notes of sweet rapture. Blissy set herself on the upper stage. The long locks of the slender, sinewy brunette fall in great cascades, Bliss clad in a lacy black one-piece that clung tightly to her lightly tanned form; curious, futuristic, metallic wristbands, glittered from each wrist to only a few inches short of her elbows. Below, she wore tempting, knee-high black leather boots. The Englishwoman strode down the aisle belting out the concluding aria of Giulio Cesare, the opera that had made her famous or infamous, depending on fan or foe.
Her checkered past now long forgotten, the loyal fans of the Blackbird have taken Bliss under their protective wing after her time astray.
Eliza’s singles’ career considerably brightened by the dispatching of FAWN’s most hated traitor and troll, the long ago Lightweight Champion seemed especially buoyant, her vocal chords providing instant ecstasy as had her pin-fall on Sanders at the previous Pay-Per-View.
As Bliss strode to the ring, she finished her beautiful verse and slapped hands with those lucky enough to be on the aisle, waving and smiling.
Reaching the squared circle, Eliza circled, bowing and making contact with the crowd, particularly pleased with a placard that noted “Seeing Eliza burn Vanilla Chill was Bliss!”
The beatific brunette nodded in agreement as she’s handed a microphone.
“I hear you’re not the only one who adored my performance,” Eliza chuckled as the fans roared. “When it comes to beating Kylie, I may have also made believers of the Church.” The crowd grew deathly silent at the mention of Miranda and her followers/
“But when it comes to Eternal Midnight, I’m far from seeing the light in their darkness.”
The sinewy soprano turned to the squared circle with an eruption of applause. She skipped up the ring steps, slid through the ropes, and kept an eye out for any early-arriving FOI (Friends of the Inquisitor) as she moved to her corner.
Bliss still ownrf the ‘stage’ in every sense of the word, even without belting out one further note. A performer of unequalled beauty and poise, Eliza flexed and stretched, preparing for ‘mass’ to begin.
Following a few seconds of tense silence the Announcer raised his mic and looked to the stage, as if anticipating an interruption. None came, so he cleared his throat and resumed his duties. “And introducing her opponent, representing the Church of Eternal Midnight, she stands at five feet four inches tall and weighs in at one hundred and twenty-five pounds. She is the Inquisitor, the Queen of Hearts…. TIFFANY MAYES!”
His words were answered by a jangling bell that quickly gave way to guitars and drums, the former cutting out a simple riff which the latter strengthened with a staccato stomp. That was perhaps the only tie to the Tiffany Mayes prior to her conversion as the woman who brushed through the curtain in time with the first chorus of ‘Heaven Knows’ proved a far more dangerous individual indeed. Gone was the plaid skirt, the bustier, the shortened tie and even the dark brown locks. It’d all been replaced by a lot of lightly tanned, toned skin, a few swatches of black leather in the form of a bandeau style bikini top and matching bottoms, matte black pads and wrestling shoes and a long tangle of golden blonde hair almost identical to that of the Malevolent Moralizer.
TIFFANY MAYES:
Stone still in the face of several thousand heathens jeering their blasphemies, Tiffany stretched her arms wide, then brought her hands together in a show of dedication to the task set before her. When the prayer was done, she flashed a wicked grin and made her way down the aisle with a cruel swagger in her step. Whereas the pre-conversion model would’ve taken the time and effort to greet everyone within reaching distance, Wainright’s acolyte ignored them all, save for those foolish enough to draw her attention with jeers and signs. Those she dismissed promptly, as Eliza Bliss demanded the full focus of her attention.
Exploding into an effortless sprint as she neared the foot of the ramp, Tiffany leapt from floor to apron to top turnbuckle in nearly a single bound. From there she raised an index finger to the rafters, then brought it down ninety degrees to point directly at the Renaissance Woman. “Heathens rejoice in the Songbird’s call,” Mayes told Bliss, “but Midnight comes for one and all. And dear sister, the clock says eleven fifty-nine.” Eliza chose not to answer, so Mayes hopped down from the buckles and settled into her corner while referee Craig Long went about the unenviable task of checking the Inquisitor’s pads and boots.
As the bell sounded it occurred to Eliza Bliss that over the course of two months she’d somehow become a target of dangerous blondes in dangerous factions. Mayhem saw her face and ultimately rebuke the chilly challenge of one Kylie Sanders and for Summer Swelter she found herself sharing the spotlight with none other than Miranda Wainright’s chief inquisitor. Intrigued by the challenge of imposing her will over a genuine dyed in the wool zealot, Bliss took a deep breath and set off for the center of the ring.
Tiffany didn’t make the Englishwoman wait long, in fact she moved in step with Eliza, as if she’d been waiting to see if the slender brunette would steel her nerves or lose them at the last moment. Apparently pleased by the heathen’s strength, Mayes raised her hands and hunched forward in a tense grappler’s crouch, a subtle albeit unmistakable show of respect for Bliss’s skills that the brunette had not expected.
Eliza mimicked Mayes with a crouch of her own, though hers wasn’t nearly so deep, as she had a solid four inches on the other wrestler. Careful to keep out of takedown range, Eliza started circling to her right, always making certain to keep her eyes locked on Tiffany’s. Mayes did the same, what she didn’t do was speak, yet another surprise from the usually loquacious true believer. “Rumor around the locker room says you asked the front office for this match.” Eliza noted without breaking stride.
Tiffany nodded once. “That is true, sister Bliss.”
The Songbird didn’t much like the use of ‘sister’ before her name, but she didn’t let it show. Instead she followed with a question. “So inquiring minds want to know, did I catch your eye… or Miranda’s?”
Tiffany smiled for a heartbeat, then it was gone. “Your treatment of the traitor Sanders was noted by the whole of our sect, sister. You displayed a certain ruthlessness that had been long absent in your FAWN tenure. Miranda tasked me with finding out if that ruthlessness was merely a flash of your former self… or an as of yet untapped wellspring.”
Bliss nodded understanding, opened her mouth for a follow up question, then darted in and cinched an arm around the smaller woman’s head! Bliss treated Mayes’s melon to a single rough squeeze before she transitioned to a Side Headlock and slung the churchgoer over her hip and onto the canvas with a BOOMING takedown! Eliza doubled down on the Headlock as soon as Tiffany hit the mat, but the smaller battler shoved a forearm in her face and pushed, forcing the Briton’s head back at a sharp angle. In and of itself the tactic was only mildly unpleasant. It wasn’t until Mayes brought her knees up and ‘smecked’ her legs around Bliss’s neck that the predicament grew truly uncomfortable.
Prizing her way free of the Headlock with a single strong pulse from her thighs, the Inquisitor braced both hands against the mat and hoisted her butt off the canvas to increase the pressure by quite a bit. It would’ve grown intolerable in a short period if Eliza had simply sat there and flailed, thankfully that was not the case. Soon as Mayes bore down, Bliss grabbed hold of the encroaching thigh and PUSHED up in time with the end of that first constriction. In the same instant she raised her knees as high as she could, then popped her hips to kip up so prettily it earned a loud round of applause.
The Renaissance Woman paid it precious little mind, the whole of her attention was on Tiffany, who’d bounced to boot leather alongside the former Lightweight Champion. “Allow me a single guess at Miranda’s thought process.” Eliza purred as they resumed their circling. “If you defeat me, then clearly this ruthlessness of mine was no more than imagination on her part and you’ll send me off to rot with the rest of the heathens. However, should I defeat you, then perhaps I do possess certain qualities that the Church of Eternal Midnight might appreciate in a sister. Is that about it, Tiffany?”
Mayes stopped moving and favored Eliza with a smile of such beatific malevolence that the Englishwoman ground to a halt as well. “You’re almost right, sister, but you overestimate your own abilities. You see Miranda is under no illusions that you’ll actually win our contest. This… vetting, if you’d like, is simply to see how long you’ll last. And what you’ll do when I eventually crack that oh so elegant façade you’ve shown the world for all these years.”
Bliss smiled and stepped forward, a not so gentle reminder of her height advantage. “Strong words from a little girl who used to wear plaid skirts to the ring.”
Mayes didn’t back away, in fact she chested into the Brit without missing a beat. “Key word, USED to wear plaid. Just like you USED to be an object of fear and respect. The question is, can you regain that status after so many years as Olivia’s side--”
‘Kick’ never left her lips because Bliss swept her into a harsh Collar & Elbow Tie-Up. Unfazed the by heathen’s quick reflexes, Mayes showed off some speed of her own in the form of a Kneelift she drilled into the brunette’s flat belly. Bliss ‘offfhed’ but stayed otherwise upright, so Tiffany grabbed a double handful of hair and wedged the crown of her skull in under the curve of Eliza’s chin. In the next instant she pushed onto her toes and dropped to her knees to THUNK Bliss’s mug with a quick Jawbreaker. The Superlative Soprano reeled backward, both hands on her stinging muzzle as she fought to catch her balance. She was still finding it when Tiffany put both hands on her shoulders and launched herself into a vertical leap that ended with both legs threaded around Bliss’s head! Then she crossed her ankles and torqued her hips to flip Eliza to the deck with a beautiful little ‘Rana.
Another blonde (Kylie for example) would’ve leaned back to collect one or both of her foe’s legs in the hopes of securing a quick victory. Tiffany however was on a mission from Miranda, so rather than pin she pushed to one knee, snatched a huge hank of hair and set to work with a series of straight right hands to Bliss’s forehead. Already close to check on what he thought was a pin attempt, Craig Long let the punches slide to the end of an internal five count. Then he swatted Mayes on the shoulder and said, “Open up those hands, Tiff!”
Tiffany looked up, regarding him solemnly. “Of course, good sir.” Tiffany opened her hand, just as she’d said she would. Unfortunately for Eliza she promptly pressed it to the Englishwoman’s face and bore down in a temple-grinding Iron Claw.
Bliss snarled and groaned, the sound of it muffled against the churchgoer’s palm. Forcing herself not to kick her heels against the canvas (it was desperate and unbecoming, two things Eliza most certainly was not) the Superlative Soprano curled one hand around Mayes’s clawin’ wrist and squeeeeezed with all her might. The other hand she curled into a familiar C-shaped claw and sent off in search of Tiffany’s mouth. The blonde saw it coming, clenched her jaw and turned her head to the side. It worked, but only briefly, as the Briton felt no qualms about pinching Mayes’s nostrils between thumb and forefinger. Eliza twisted hard so Tiff leaned forward, putting even more of her weight into the pincer gouging at the brunette’s temples and forehead.
The muted keening from both women grew steadily louder as each increased the pain of their respective grip in the hopes of breaking her foe’s will in this early skirmish. In the end it came out a draw, as Bliss and Mayes abruptly shoved away from one another and scrambled in opposite directions to better tend to their aches.
“Tried to rip off my nose, sister.” Tiffany said thoughtfully. “Not very becoming of a songbird, is it?”
“I suppose not.” Eliza agreed. “Of course, I don’t know many choir girls who draw pleasure from crushing an opponent’s skull.”
“A choir girl I am not,” Mayes informed, stepping toward Bliss to deliver a Toe Kick to Eliza’s midriff.
But the Blackbird caught Tiffany’s toes before they drove into her gut. She lifted the Inquisitor’s leg high, forcing the blonde to hop on her free lower limb.
“So tell me,” Eliza asked, “what’s it like to be a puppet?”
Tiffany launched off her planted stem and swung the boot into Eliza’s temple, clubbing the side of Blissy’s skull with an Enzugiri that freed the blonde from Bliss and sent the soprano staggering, one hand rising to the impact point.
“We all make the Church stronger in our own way, sister. As will you.”
Mayes grabbed Eliza by her left wrist and seemed ready to send Bliss off with an Irish Whip but she reeled Bliss back in, impaling the bigger brunette with a Spear that impressively folded the diva in half around her shoulder. Mayes planted the soon-to-be parishioner into the deck. Tiffany knelt beside the groaning Eliza and delivered a forearm to her jaw when her foe started to rise.
“Did that feel like I don’t have control of my own actions?” Mayes asked. “Believe me. I enjoy my calling.”
Tiffany fashioned her left hand into a set of tines and dug them into Eliza’s ivory-skinned midriff, the Belly Claw forcing a wincing Bliss to jackknife around the clenching palm and digging fingers of the Church member. With her right, Tiffany nailed Eliza with a cross to the jaw that leveled her foe back to horizontal.
“Did I say ‘rise’, sister?”
Mayes placed her right hand atop her left to dig the claw in deeper, Eliza responding by tearing at her own dark locks to spread the increasing pain.
“Miranda may be offering you a place, but it is I who decides exactly what that place shall be.”
Apparently, having ‘chewed’ into Eliza’s tummy sufficiently, Mayes released, laced her fingers and raised a Double Axhandle before plunging it into Eliza’s reddened abdomen. Blissy went bug-eyed as she rose to another V-shape. This time the Inquisitor snatched the Soprano’s locks and helped Bliss to her feet as she ascended to vertical.
“Leaving your heathen ways is arduous,” Tiffany informed.
Seamlessly, she lifted Eliza completely off her feet with a Half Nelson high and a crotch grip low, having enough power to get the bigger Bliss up, if not for long as the blonde drops to a knee and impaled the diva again with a gutbuster.
GUTBUSTER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=fuUkTIJZG9g
Another attack to her weakening abs had Eliza gagging and moaning, Mayes clearly delighted in making more of an impression. Her grip above still in place, Tiffany kept Eliza on her feet.
Slipping around Blissy’s side, Mayes pressed her chest tight across the Blackbird’s back, her legs straddling Eliza’s side as the blonde captures the diva’s far arm then wrapped a tight backhand grasp around her foe’s neck. With the Stretch Plum secured, Tiffany settled in for the inevitable surrender and pledge to join Eternal Midnight.
STRETCH PLUM:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=CM0K2DHhxZs
However, Eliza refused both Mayes’ and the official’s offers. Instead, to Tiffany’s disbelief, Bliss started to power out of the predicament, slowly rising and, as the Inquisitor’s head shook in incredulity, she lifted Tiffany across her shoulders in a Fireman’s Carry. Mayes reached a set of nails toward Eliza’s eyes, but before she could strike, Blissy laid out and delivered Tiffany to a ring-rattling connection with the canvas via a Samoan Drop.
The blonde arched in agony from the impact on her spine, no amount of ‘Churching up’ allowing her to ignore the pain receptors in her backbone. Beside her, an aching Eliza sat up and rubbed at her mottled midriff, perfect pearlies gritting wide. Growling, she turned to find Mayes on all fours. Snatching Tiffany’s left ankle, Bliss pulled it into a tightening two-hand grip as she dropped to one knee and violently twisted the Inquisitor’s joint.
Never having expected Blissy to bring the Inquisition to her, Tiffany yelped in pain, shaking her head wildly, as if trying to convince herself the anguish was worth remaining in the match. She seemed to consider what might await her from Miranda if she capitulated to the soprano and, instead of slapping the canvas, she dug her nails in and dragged the bigger brunette within range to grasp the bottom rope.
“Release me,” Mayes demanded. When she got no response from Bliss, Tiffany screeched at the striped-shirt. “Make the heathen let me go!”
The referee began his tardy count and the Englishwoman gave up the Fortissimo at the count of four, backing away no more than a step or two.
“Were you prepared to join Kylie in my congregation of the Belittled Blondes?” Eliza chided with more than a drip of snark.
Tiffany cradled her leg close with one arm, the other wrapping tightly around the rubber-coated steel.
“Keep the heathen away from me,” Mayes demanded, staring liturgical lasers at the bellicose Brit.
After several seconds, the blonde limped away from the ropes with Eliza chasing. Mayes threw a jabbing thumb at Blissy’s dark peepers but the soprano grabbed Mayes’s proffered hand and used it to whip her to the far corner. The Inquisitor turned into a jarring impact with the buckles behind her and the smaller blonde wasn’t helped when Eliza followed her in and SPLASHED her body against that of the pancaked Church member. Tiffany could offer little in the way of resistance when Bliss lifted the blonde’s legs and sent them through the ropes, Mayes’s lower limbs resting on the middle cable.
Reaching over a shoulder, Eliza locked onto Tiffany’s cranium and ripped Mayes to the deck with a resounding Neckbreaker.
ROPE ASSISTED NECKBREAKER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=MZMT7_1qsaI
The diva passed on a pinning attempt and instead tugged the reeling Mayes to her feet, guiding her to the nearby corner and introducing Tiffany’s face to the top buckle a full TEN times, the elated crowd counting along. Bliss gave the final throw of features to buckle added emphasis, sending Mayes into a drunken stumble away from the corner.
As the blonde wobbles to center stage, Bliss took her place on the buckles, ascending to the top and turning. She waits patiently for Tiffany to find her bearings and turn back to face the Brit. It’s then the Blackbird took wing, leaping off her perch into the wide-eyed blonde. Eliza tucked her body tight and wrapped her hands around the back of Mayes’s neck as she connected, then ripped Tiffany off her feet as she dropped the rest of the way to the canvas, driving her kneecaps into the blonde’s chest.
SHEER BLISS:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=AVLnMtTPuYg
Tiffany exploded from Sheer Bliss, slopping onto her back in a wide spreadeagle. Eliza crawled to the demolished Churchgoer, diving atop her for a Crossbody pin for…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOO!
Mayes proved devout to Eternal Midnight, lifting a shoulder, if weakly, keeping Eliza from ending this trial.
Bliss pushed to one knee to better survey the situation. “Surely you can’t think I’d ever join Miranda’s ranks.” she scoffed. “I am a woman who thrives, no, craves, the brightest spotlight imaginable. Under no circumstances would I abandon all that to stand behind Wainright in some shadowy chorus.”
Tiff sat up beside her, one hand braced against the mat while the other massaged her jolted jaw. “You say that now, sister. But that spotlight you hold so dear is really nothing more than a beacon for all the things that lurk in the dark. And eventually everything residing in the light is dragged off kicking and screaming. When the time comes, would you rather do the dragging… or the screaming?”
Eliza tilted her head to one side, mulling the blonde’s words. “I believe I would rather--” she flicked out her right hand in a straight jab that caromed off Mayes’s sore chin. It certainly wasn’t a fight winner, but Tiff hadn’t expected such a blasphemous answer to a legitimate theological query and she crumpled to the deck with lights dancing behind her eyes.
Satisfied she’d answered the blonde’s question in the most direct manner possible, Bliss went on to strengthen her position by peeling Mayes off the mat with a double handful of hair. With Tiff knock-kneed and starry eyed, the Renaissance Woman dipped a shoulder and muscled the smaller grappler up onto her shoulders in a Fireman’s Carry. A crystal clear high note from Bliss earned enthusiastic applause from the FAWNatics and provided a much appreciated touch of class when the Englishwoman boosted Tiffany off her perch and dropped to her knees to THAWHUMP the true believer down on her face, chest and belly with a ring-shivering Flapjack.
The former Schoolgirl bounced over onto her back and instinctually raised her knees to prevent a pin, an outcome that proved successful only because Bliss had something entirely different in mind. Grabbing hold of Mayes’s left leg, Eliza hurried to verticality and shifted position so she was slightly off to the side while still in possession of the captured limb. With the crowd spurring her on, the elegant Songbird threaded her right leg around Tiffany’s left and planted her foot next to the blonde’s hip. From there she bent down, laid claim to Mayes’s right foot and drew it up to lay it across her opponent’s exposed ankle to create a sort of sideways Figure Four. But rather than drop to the mat then and there, Bliss folded Tiffany’s right leg around her left ankle, then dipped low and rolled to the mat, a move that brought her up on one knee and turned the Inquisitor over onto her tummy. With Tiff’s legs thoroughly neutralized, a smirking Eliza leaned forward, cupped both hands under the blonde’s chin and YANKED her head back to complete the Deathlock Camel Clutch!
Tiffany groaned low in the back of her throat and pushed up on both hands, a shift that alleviated a bit of the pressure in her neck at the cost of increasing the torque on her spine. “Are you ready to tap, choir girl?” Bliss asked several seconds into the full-body torture session. “Or shall I send you on your way with some sort of conciliatory hymn?”
The Brit’s Chinlock was too tight to allow Mayes words, so she lifted a hand from the canvas and waggled it ‘no’ before clawing at Bliss’s laced fingers. Eliza smiled and jostled her hands, forcing Tiffany’s head to bobble up and down. “Fight it all you want dear, I can endure your amateurish fumblings long enough to reach the only memorable aspect of your performance. The high, wailing shriek of complete and utter capitulatiOOOWWWW YOU BLOODY SAVAGE!”
Bliss called it savagery, Mayes called it survival, though she didn’t deny the tingle of pleasure that ran up her spine when she grabbed Eliza’s thumbs and tried to make them touch the Englishwoman’s forearms!
Good as it was, the Clutch wasn’t worth broken bones, so the Songbird abandoned the Chinlock and quickly wrested her hands free of the blonde’s grip. Angered by the injurious counter, Bliss grabbed a huge handful of hair, wrenched Tiffany’s head back and clouted her across the cheek with a single Crossface Forearm. “It seems that you are in search of a quick finale as well, sister.” Bliss’s voice dripped with scorn as she dragged the flagging fighter back to boot leather. “So I shall do us both a service and cut this performance short by cutting YOU short.”
A Kneelift to the belly segued into a Front Facelock allowed Bliss to turn them so that her prey’s butt pointed at the hard camera. A showman to the end, Eliza raised her free hand and belted out another high note to properly usher in the-- Tiffany wrapped her arms around the brunette’s waist, lifted her into the air and deposited her atop one posted knee in a lightning-fast Inverted Atomic Drop. The blow to her undercarriage forced an uncharacteristically flat note through Bliss’s lips, not that she got the time to chastise her performance because Mayes sank down low and snapped off a perfect bridge that THWHUMPED Eliza onto her back as victim of a Northern Lights Suplex. Stunned by the rapid reversal of fortunes, Bliss didn’t truly understand the predicament until she heard the ref counting…
ONE…
TWO…
The former Lightweight Champion drove a short punch into her opponent’s ribs, breaking the bridge with a full second to spare. Head clearing once she was free of the pin, Eliza clambered to her feet alongside the Churchgoer and let out a low, warbling whistle to get Mayes’s attention. Tiff’s head snapped in her direction and Bliss struck fast, jabbing her fingertips into the hollow of Tiffany’s thr--NO! The Inquisitor intercepted Bliss’s hand at the last second, pulled it back and promptly bit down on those elegant digits! “REF!” the Songbird shouted even as she pressed her free hand into the side of Mayes’s face. “SHE’S BITING ME!”
The stamping and gnawing made the infraction impossible to miss and since there was an immediate threat to his charge’s well being, Craig didn’t bother with a warning. He simply demanded, “Let her go, Tiffany!” and began to count. Mayes did as she was told after a four second delay, the last bit of which coincided with a Kneelift she buried just beneath Eliza’s navel. With the Superlative Soprano feeling far from her best, Tiffany stretched Bliss’s arm tight across her own chest and stepped to one side. Then she snapped her feet forward and dropped backward to drill Eliza into the canvas with a Single Arm DDT.
SINGLE ARM DDT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=6B6N3spRLdY
Bliss stifled a curse as the landing sent a painful jolt through her shoulder, tugged it out of Tiffany’s clutches and rolled away as quick as she could. Pushing herself to one knee somewhere near the center of the ring, Eliza glared daggers at the leather-clad blonde. “Does your fearless leader often give the order to maim potential recruits when you’re scouting ohshitNNNNNNGGGHHHHH!”
Tiffany ran her down at top speed, not for another Spear but a low-flying somersault, one that saw her pass directly over the penitent brunette’s head. In the split-second she was overhead Mayes cupped her fingers across Bliss’s head and came down flat to THAWHUNK the back of Eliza’s head and shoulders into the canvas with a huge Running Blockbuster!
RUNNING BLOCKBUSTER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=6O4RapN8Zh8
The force of it folded Bliss into a tight Matchbook that got even tighter when Mayes scrambled across the Briton’s upturned thighs and pressed down with all her weight. Concerned by the boneless twitch and flop of the compressed Songbird, the FAWNatics leapt to their feet with a roar of support as Craig skidded in to count…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOO!
The sinewy soprano unfolded from beneath the Inquisitor, Eliza able to use her longer limbs to fight her way out of the more compact blonde’s clutches. Still, Bliss was much the worse for wear. The brunette slopped to her side and remained there as Mayes rose and got in Long’s grill, insisting the official was a blasphemer.
Out of the corner of the Churchgoer’s eye, Mayes caught Blissy pushing wearily to hands and knees and the spiteful blonde turned into a brutal soccer kick to the ribs that sent Eliza tumbling to her back, moaning in perfect pitch and swaddling her aching midsection.
With the diva rightfully distracted by the ache in her abdomen, Tiffany collected control of both her ankles, but does so with two palms wrapping around Eliza’s right leg while pinning her left to the mat with the sole of her boot. As Mayes grinned evilly at the wide-eyed Eliza, she threatened the worst with no words. Bliss ‘washed windows’ with pleading palms.
“Sing for me, heathen. Show me what the beautiful notes you will offer up to Eternal Midnight when you realize your place.”
With her piece said, Tiffany dropped to the left, making sure her body fell atop the captured limb, sending the diva into a gawd awful set of forced splits, Eliza offering a piercing shriek through the arena. The notes continued when Tiffany grapevined her legs around Blissy’s left lower limb and Mayes worked her Wishbone Leg Splitter wider still, eventually to a full 180-degree split that had Bliss warbling in agony.
“Say the word Sister Eliza,” Tiffany threatened softly but firmly. “Confess your weakness and the Inquisitor will forgive all IF you pledge your loyalty to the Church now and forever.”
“Bite me, choir girLAHHHHHGAWWDD!”
Mayes worked the splits so wide it seemed Blissy was sure to snap something and yet, biting her lower lip between howls, she refused to sing the magic words. After a dozen seconds, Tiffany released on both ends and Eliza gingerly pulled her stems together drawing into a fetal ball at the Inquisitor’s feet.
“You are a survivor, songbird,” Mayes admitted. “A characteristic Miranda admires.” Tiffany sent a set of three vicious stomps into the reeling soprano. “I might as well, after tonight. Though you’d do better to save the obstinence for your resurrection in the Church and not be so stubborn tonight.”
Grasping Eliza by the noggin, Tiffany tugged a mewling Bliss to her feet, the diva still pigeon-toed in her stance next to the battering blonde. Mayes dipped and hupped the pliant, slender soprano across her shoulders in a Fireman’s Carry. The FAWNatics pleaded with Blissy to escape but the Wishbone was still taking its toll and her weak squirming wasn’t enough to force a release. Instead, Mayes harkened back to her schoolgirl past, busting out her signature ‘It’s Academic’, tossing Eliza’s lower half off one shoulder while keeping Blissy’s chin glued to her opposite number as she laid out and stunned the shite out of the Songbird.
IT'S ACADEMIC:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=dx8tFnjrTLQ
Eliza flopped to her back from the force of the impact. Mayes spun to the gobsmacked Brit and slid into a Crossbody pin, hooking Blissy’s leg, pressing knee to navel for…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOO!
The diva rolled a shoulder no more than a few inches off the canvas and a furious Inquisitor bombed away with rights and lefts, swabbing each side of the battered Blackbird’s jaw. Wearing herself out, Tiffany rose over the dazed Bliss, collecting her composure to a cacophony of boos.
“You’ll all learn to pray before Eternal Midnight,” the blonde informed, standing in a domineering straddle of the splayed soprano.
As Tiffany moved to the ring’s edge to better preach at the paying congregation, Eliza struggled to climb to her feet. Slowly, she made her way to upright. Both women turned to each other and, unsurprisingly, it’s the Churchgoer who’s quicker on the draw, sinking a Toe Kick into Eliza’s taut tummy. Bliss doubled over with a guttural groan and the rampaging Mayes yanked the brunette’s lowered head between her legs. Tiffany wrapped her arms around the Brit’s abdomen and launched Bliss in a front flip up the blonde’s frame.
Eliza ended seated on Tiffany’s shoulders. The soprano’s arms windmilling wildly as she tried to prevent the impending demolition, but the Songbird can’t prevent another signature of the Inquisitor. Tiffany passed on the Powerbomb to add an even more torturous turn to the Church recruit, BLOWING Blissy up with a modified version of Knocking on Midnight.
KNOCKING ON MIDNIGHT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=XUsKR3xtdOk
Eliza yelped in agony, her spine arching as if she rolled off the stabbing knees of the Inquisitor. Even through what had to be blinding pain, the Blackbird continued to spin her way to the apron, sneaking under the ropes and plopping to the floor with a meaty ‘thwack’, almost certainly sparing herself a loss and a place in the front pew at the Church’s next mass.
Having reached her feet, Tiffany could hardly believe her eyes. Instead of placing a foot atop Eliza’s bosom for a Gladiatrix cover-worthy pin, Mayes had to consider how she’s going to get Eliza back in the ring for the final hymn.
Deciding simply slipping through the strands, dropping to the floor, and collecting her property was not enough, Tiffany climbed the buckles closest to the slowly ascending Bliss, waiting patiently for her conscript to receive her coupe de grace.
A wobbly Eliza backpedaled to the steel barricade, catching herself, using the metal divider to keep herself upright. The added distance didn’t give Mayes a second thought as she vaulted from her steeple. Her boots leading the way with a Missile Dropkick.
The dilapidated diva caught sight of Mayes out of the corner of an eye and, using a grip on the barricade, threw her body out of the way. Tiffany’s boots met the steel but, more devastatingly, her spine and skull cracked against the thinly padded cement floor quickly afterward. The blonde laid motionless save for some weak squirming, the crowd gleefully chanting ‘HOLY SHYT’ at the effort gone horribly wrong.
Not averse to taking advantage of a situation, the Englishwoman staggered to Mayes and scraped her off the floor, tugging the Inquisitor into a Front Facelock. Eliza sent Tiffany’s boots toward the rafters then held her there in a stall, presumably for a Suplex. But Bliss had a much louder message to impart. She shifted the Churchgoer’s body directly over the barricade and sent her barreling back down the way she’d come, Tiffany’s crotch IMPALING atop the divider.
Mayes’s face turned ghostly, her jaw hanging wide, hands pressing at the pipe upon which she agonizingly rode.
“Guess you won’t be sitting for services for a while,” Eliza grunted between labored breaths, a smirk creasing her lips.
Tiffany couldn’t form words, the scream locked behind her jaw took up far too much room. She did however manage to reach for the recovering Briton with a pair of weak, grasping hands Eliza brushed away with an impatient smack. Feeling much better now that the churchgoer was doing some penance of her own, Bliss snagged a handful of hair and bullied Mayes down into another Front Facelock. Then she took hold of the blonde’s leather waistband and stepped back and to the side, slowly but surely drawing the smaller woman across the aisle until Tiffany was hanging by her ankles at one end and the Facelock at the other. “I’m not one to employ my talents for dirges,” Bliss noted as the front row FAWNatics held their breath, “but I may make an exception when the medics haul your hateful arse out of here.” She punctuated with another high note, then kicked her legs forward and laid out on her back to THWHONK Mayes’s forehead into the thinly-padded floor with a devastating DDT!
BARRICADE DRAPED DDT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=XnSt_3PBmis
Tiff didn’t jolt, let alone roll over, she stayed right where she’d landed, stretched out full length with arms limp at her sides. In the ring Craig hit ‘FIFTEEN’ on his count and the Songbird was dead certain she could waltz under the bottom rope and take a count out victory, but Eliza didn’t want a count out. She wanted gold around her waist again and that meant pinning or submitting any woman that dared cross her path. So she collected Mayes at trunks and tresses, hauled her off the floor and slung her under the bottom rope by ‘EIGHTEEN!’
She slid in immediately thereafter but rather than go for a cover she rose to verticality and strode to the nearest corner. Murmurs of surprise from the crowd when Bliss claimed the penthouse in a single bound, they tended to forget the songbird could fly when she was of a mind. Turning to face her flattened foe, Eliza looked out over the crowd, raised her arms overhead and gifted them with a high note that made music lovers out of even the most tin-eared attendees. At the conclusion of her performance the Renaissance Woman sprang out into the void and curled herself into a perfect ‘V’, Bliss cocking her right arm up and back to THAWHUMP a truly Superlative Elbow Drop between her opponent’s breasts. No celebration upon connection, Bliss merely stretched herself across Tiffany’s battered chest and hooked the far leg for…
SUPERLATIVE ELBOW DROP:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=gDN1WeS6PlY
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO!
Question their motives all you want, but the wherewithal of Miranda Wainright’s ‘Sisters’ was undeniable, as evidenced when Mayes got a shoulder off the mat with a heartbeat to spare. Genuinely flummoxed by the blonde’s escape, Eliza showed three fingers to the official, then raked that hand through her hair when Long answered with two. After a moment she calmed her nerves and worked both hands into Mayes’s battle damp hair. “It’s good… or perhaps just refreshing, to know that you can actually lean on the strength of your convictions.” Eliza told Tiffany as she pulled the smaller woman to boot leather. “But I don’t share those convictions and I never shall. So if putting you on a gurney is the only way to make Miranda understand, then so be it.”
Mayes still offered no reply, which was as it should be, Bliss didn’t need any more nattering when she was looking to close this show. Snuggling in behind the woozy warrior, Eliza pulled Tiffany’s arms back in a Double Chickenwing and lowered her head to place the crown of it between Mayes’s shoulders. Already noisy, the sold-out crowd bustled to their feet as Eliza spun through that marvelous motion that reversed their positions so that Tiffany was doubled over behind the brunette with her arms firmly in Bliss’s clutches. Moments away from a powerful Decrescendo, Eliza tipped her head back and offered a final note for the even--“WHOOAAAAAAANNNNGGHH!”
The True Believer wrenched her arms loose and immediately applied a Double Chickenwing of her own. With Bliss’s arms locked tight behind her back, Mayes got real low and snapped off a high / tight bridge to THWHUNK the Songbird down flat on the back of her head and shoulders. Folded into a matchbook by the power of the Tiger Suplex, Eliza’s legs bicycled wildly while the ref counted…
TIGER SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ft84IE2eH9M
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO!
The Englishwoman proved her own resilience by twisting loose of her attacker’s grip with barely a whisper to spare. Seemingly revitalized by her desperation counter, Mayes sprang to her feet and ran the ropes while a muzzy-headed Eliza clambered to one knee. The cartoon birds flitting around her noggin were just getting into sync when Tiffany returned and brought up her right knee in a shot that struck the Brit’s head with a sickening THUNK! Bliss went down in a heap, transformed from Blackbird to Spread Eagle by the skull-rattling strike. Scant heartbeats later Tiffany rolled across her tummy in a back-press and hooked both legs for the…
RIGHTEOUS KNEE STRIKE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=B6OPod3DBc8
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO!
Eliza defied the Book of Wainright yet again, not by much, just enough to halt the official’s count. Tiffany halted his puling excuse with a single hard glare, then took possession of Bliss’s left wrist and ankle so she could draaaaaaaaaggg her that much closer to the nearest corner. “You WILL be a worthy addition to our ranks, sister.” Mayes emphasized this point by planting a heel in Eliza’s tummy as she stomped toward the turnbuckles. “Just as soon as your ribs heal, that is.”
The joy of Bliss’s earlier trip to the high rent district was not repeated as Tiffany hopped up, nimble as any devil’s familiar. Prepared to deliver a dose of fiery smite to their would be parishioner, the blonde gifted the audience with a wicked smirk, then leapt up and back into a tight somersault that encompassed a ninety degree turn and 450 degrees of heathen crushing spin before she stretched out and THAWHAMMED down across Eliza’s upraised knees!
Tiffany bounced hard and would’ve flopped over onto her back if Bliss hadn’t darted a hand up and jammed it flush into her gaping mouth! Cleft Note secure at once, Eliza sat up, pushed the Churchgoer onto her back and quickly straddled her waist. Clamping down like she meant to drive her thumb through the shelf of her opponent’s chin, Bliss collected both of Mayes’s wrists in her free hand and pinned them high overhead. In the same motion she twined her legs around Tiffany’s shuddering stems and wrenched them apart with a Double Leg Grapevine.
Mayes gurgled as pain shot through her hamstrings and groin, alas the reaction only allowed Bliss to sink the Note that much deeper. A submission was surely in the offering, but the blonde’s shoulders were flat against the mat, so Craig swooped in and counted…
ONE…
TWO….
THREE!
The bell sounded, Eliza released her hooks and leaned waaaaaaaaaaaaay back while the Announcer called, “Ladies and gentlemen, your winner via pin-fall… ELIZA BLISS!”
Too exhausted by the narrow escape to do much of her usual celebrating, Eliza struggled to boot leather and smiled appreciatively when Craig raised her hand. The roar of the crowd returned a bit of her verve, so Bliss raised a boot and planted it atop the defeated woman’s heaving chest. “I am a Blackbird. I am a Renaissance Woman.” Eliza huffed down at Tiffany. “That’s all the affiliation I will ever need so please be so kind as to tell Miranda to leave me the hell--”
A warning cry from those assembled drew Eliza’s attention to the stage, where Miranda Wainright stood watching the action. Acting against every bit of survival instinct she had left, Bliss extended an arm toward the Messiah of Misery and bade her down to the ring.
Miranda smiled, touched two fingers to the brim of her neat black hat in a small salute, then turned around and disappeared back through the curtain.
“Another time, then.” Eliza said under her breath. “You bring the sermons, I’ll bring the songs. We’ll make a lovely time of it.”