Post by bigfan on Oct 21, 2017 23:09:35 GMT
“Laaaaadies and gentlemen,” the announcer begins as the arena blackens. Black lights flood, making colors fluorescent. “Our next contest is a standard match. First, standing at five feet, six inches and one hundred thirty six pounds… haling from the scenic Circus Maximus Casino in Las Vegas, home of the only animal disease roller coaster… and accompanied by Circus Maximus rep Soléne Loree… ROULETTE!”
ROULETTE:
SOLÉNE LOREE:
“ARE WE HAVING FUN YET” BY DR. STEEL
www.youtube.com/watch?v=3pv5vjRY1EQ
The crowd isn't thrilled by Roulette's appearance anyway, but the black light makes her makeup more threatening and demonic. She lurches down the walkway towards the ring, baring her teeth and snapping at FAWNatics. Soléne does her best to both keep her client in line and offer a kind face on behalf of her employers but it's not easy, to say the least. At one point the menacing clown stops by a female fan, booing, and reaches behind the woman's ear. Roulette withdraws a cute balloon animal in the shape of a poodle, but something sloshes around inside. The FAWN cameras zoom on the woman's face and the balloon just as Roulette slams it in her hands, spraying fake blood in the attendee's face. Roulette rears her had back, cackling like a witch, while Soléne grabs her by the arm and hurries her to the ring.
The lights return to normal as both women step into the squared circle. Soléne takes a mic. “Ladies and gentlemen, I am so excited to be here tonight, and I know Roulette is, too. Aren't you, Roulette?”
The clown grabs the microphone and grunts into it. “I'm here to make Crystal Hilton cry--”
“Cry tears of joy that she returned to this esteemed federation after so many years,” Soléne interrupts. “I know everyone was excited at her return.” The fans offer a mixed reply. “But tonight is going to be about sportsmanship, honor, fun--”
“And showing how much pressure it takes to crack a Crystal,” Roulette snarls into the mic before laughing. Soléne strides away from her client. “And, as always, my benefactors, the Circus Maximus Resort and Casino, want to celebrate what it destined to be a great match by giving you all a special offer.” The lovely manager fishes a note card from her cleavage and reads. “Go to their website and enter the code HARDFORCRYSTAL--” Soléne stops herself, inhales deeply, and continues- “and Circus Maximus will send you a FREE pair of Roulette sunglasses! Now anyone can back their favorite clown in style!” The FAWN screen flashes a quick warning about no one pregnant or under twelve wearing the sunglasses and to keep them away from human eyes as Soléne ushers Roulette to her corner for a patdown.
CRYSTAL HILTON:
“I'M COMING OUT” BY DIANA ROSS
www.youtube.com/watch?v=zbYcte4ZEgQ
It isn’t long before Diana Ross “I’m Coming Out” begins to blast all over the speaker system. As it does a red carpet is rolled down to the ring and that’s when the Hollywood star Crystal Hilton makes her way to the ring. The photographers take photo after photo of the Latina beauty. She smiles as she slowly struts her way down to the ring. She flicks her hair as she does a split to enter the ring gaining some cat calls from the crowd. She uses the ropes to pull herself up as she raises her hands in the air.
“And currently in the ring hailing from Hollywood California weighing in at 115lbs standing at 5’5 she is the Hollywood Sensation Crystal Hilton!” Crystal smiles as she continues to play to the crowd and gains some cheers in return. Crystal had been on a losing streak and she knew that she needed to turn it around or else she would be sent to the Jungle. She wasn’t focused on that. Instead she looked to bounce back.
She slowly turned her attention over to Roulette staring her up and down as she tried her best to not back down. Instead she stepped in front of Roulette as she took a deep breath forming a cocky grin. “You sure you ready to be in the ring sunshine? A win over you is my ticket right back to the spotlight!”
Roulette begins giggling as she lurches forward. She moves unnaturally, like some of her bones have been removed, snapping her head from side to side. Crystal instinctively takes a step back and swallows but the harlequin steps up and presses her face to the Hollywood star's. Roulette's breath is hot and stings of peppers and sulfur. The giggle grows into a laugh as what appears to be blood pours from the sides of Roulette's mouth. Crystal starts to assure herself it's just stage blood when Roulette clutches her by the back of her hair, grinding their faces together.
“This is my big top,” the clown laughs, “and you're just sideshow material!” Before Hilton can pull away, Roulette clamps her mouth over Crystal's and blows the deep red liquid into her mouth. Crystal has done film and stage. She's dealt with stage blood. If this is stage blood, they got the penny flavoring right! But it just seems like too much to be real and it floods her mouth. The clown slaps Hilton on the back, forcing her to swallow a mouthful, gagging on it. Roulette buries a fist into Crystal's gut, causing her to cough some of it up but continue to choke.
The bell rings.
Roulette kicks Crystal in the back of the knees, dropping the star to a kneel. Then a knee slams into the bridge of her nose, laying her out on her back. Still sputtering, Crystal looks up in horror as Roulette takes her legs by the calves and lifts them. She then pulls Crystal's legs apart and leans over, more of the unknown red ichor dripping from her lips onto Crystal's face. Roulette gives a red toothed smile. “You're gonna die here, Crystal,” she growls as she raises a foot above Hilton's prone womanhood, ready to stomp.
Crystal looked up as she could see the stomp coming her way. As soon as it came down Crystal did everything in her power to roll out of the way. She kipped up to her feet as she glanced back at the bigger woman. She instantly placed her hands on her hips glaring daggers at Roulette. Crystal quickly sprints towards the bigger one as she slides in between her legs and ends up on the opposite side of her.
She doesn’t hesitate to drive a dropkick to the back of Roulette sending the clown towards the turnbuckles. When Roulette is on her way back Crystal jumps up and locks her legs tightly around the head of Roulette. She yanks downwards in hopes of taking her off her feet with a well timed hurricanrana.
Crystal twists and sends Roulette flying to the mat. Unfortunately for Crystal, the clown is an expert tumbler and rolls with the toss, hopping up to her feet. Unfortunately for Roulette, she is not facing Crystal when she lands and Hilton, already up, sends a missile dropkick into Roulette's back. The clown flings forwards, snagging into the ropes.
FAWNatics aren't really sure what to do with this match. Both women are hated universally, but more people at least enjoy Crystal's acting enough to cheer her on. Plus, she isn't a scary clown. Crystal gets to her feet and realizes the fans are cheering for her. It feels good. It feels right. It feels damned overdue. She raises her hands and blows a kiss, trying not to let the syrupy sensation of fake blood dripping between her breasts distract her.
Hilton walks towards Roulette, who is untangling herself from the ropes, and sends a revenge kick to the back of her knees. The clown goes down, but spins around and digs her nails into Crystal's thigh, ripping them away and laughing. Crystal swears as she knees Roulette in the temple. For good measure, the Hollywood Hottie raises an elbow to bring down between the garish goon's eyes.
“What’s wrong, chica?! Don’t like bowing before someone else? Don’t worry you will be doing a lot more than that!” With that Crystal smirks as she lifts her leg up and tries to send a roundhouse kick right to the temple of Roulette. Crystal shows no regard as she hopes to KO the bigger woman with one of her well timed kicks.
The crowd is completely behind her as they actually want to see Crystal come back from all of her devastating losses.
More surprising to Crystal is that Roulette's manager, Soléne, seems to be clapping for her. “Great show!” the leggy brunette in the clown's corner calls out as Crystal slams a kick into her target. “This will really get the crowd going!” It's almost off-putting.
As her feet, Roulette is still giggling… and creepy. But there's not question the kicks hurt. Crystal can read body language and she's making a dent in the woman. She pulls the heavier woman up by her hair and sails a bitch slap across her painted face. Roulette's head rockets to the side with the impact. She slowly looks into Crystal's eyes and laughs, but the laugh is definitely laced with rage.
“Oh, you're makin' this personal, starlet,” Roulette hisses.
“You're reading into things,” Crystal assures Roulette as she hairtosses her. The clown outweighs her but not enough to prevent a perfect hurl, landing Roulette on her ass. “You're just trash I have to take out.” Hilton races across the ring and bounds off the cables Roulette faces, soaring back with both feet out for a dropkick. But Roulette has already gotten up and sidestepped the line of flight, raising a foot to bring down on Crystal as she passes.
Crystal is driven hard against the mat as the foot comes crashing down atop of her back. Crystal tries to get the bigger woman off. “Get off of me!!!” Roulette only offers a chuckle in return as she yanks Crystal up to her feet by the hair and drives a knee as hard as she can in her gut.
Crystal screams as she doubles over in pain. Roulette help’s her back up to her feet before she wraps a hand around Crystal’s neck. She lifts her up signaling for a choke slam but as soon as she lifts Crystal up the Latina is able to wrap her legs tightly around the neck of Roulette. “Got ya bytch!” Crystal tries her best to bring Roulette down with a hurricanrana but Roulette seems to be too powerful for the Hollywood beauty as Roulette is able to lift Crystal well above her head and brings her crashing down with a very powerful power bomb.
Crystal’s legs fold over her head on impact as she appears to be match booked. Roulette smiles as she stares down at the lifeless beauty. “So is this where your cameras do a close up?! Or should we retake this shot again?!”
Crystal doesn’t respond as her legs slowly start to unfold. She reaches for her back in pain as she slowly moves her eyes to her oncoming assailant.
“Close-up it is!” Roulette waves to a Gladiatrix photographer while dragging the actress to the ropes. “She wants this front page if ya can, but she'll settle for a spread.” The clown kicks Crystal onto her belly and flips her to face the outside of the ring. Dropping to a knee in Hilton's back, Roulette slides her hand under the woman's chin and pulls her up and backwards. Roulette's other hand dives between Crystal's soft thighs and pulps her womanhood.
Crystal's eyes shoot open and she unleashes a bellow of agony. The photographer is sure to catch every shot and angle while the referee counts. He's just at five when Roulette releases, stands, and backs him up.
“I'm warning you,” the zebra grunts at the clown.
“And I'm warning you that I don't care,” Roulette replies. She turns her attention back to Crystal, who is clawing softly at the ropes but also hissing the photographer BETTER delete those pictures. Roulette grabs Hilton by her ankles and pulls her back a little. Roulette plants her right boot between the starlet's shoulder blades before grabbing her wrists and cranking them backwards and up. The hateful harlequin yanks on the limbs with all her might and Crystal feels like they'll rip out at the joints. “Want me to stop?” Roulette asks.
“Y-yes!” Crystal groans out.
“Are you suuuuuuuure?” Crystal feels the boot in her back press firmly but Roulette's grip loosen a little. Suddenly she realizes she is about the be planted, face-first, into the canvas. She shakes her head violently know, while trying to rip her wrists away to snag the bottom ropes.
With the little wiggle run that Crystal has she uses her speed to quickly move her way towards the ropes. Roulette lifts her boot up but by that time Crystal has already made her way to the ropes and she clings onto them. Roulette follows close to Crystal trying to grab at her legs but the zebra quickly gets in her way.
“Let go of her she’s holding the ropes…”
Roulette gives him a look which makes the zebra move out of the way. She yanks Crystal upwards but Crystal is able to land right on her feet. Crystal smirks as she launches a super kick right at the clown and catches her square in the face. Roulette however doesn’t go down.
“What’s wrong chuckles? Not so funny when the joke’s on you is it?! Perhaps we should do a retake…”
Crystal grins evilly as she drives another super kick to Roulette’s face. Roulette doesn’t go down as she staggers some more. Crystal just sighs as she starts to ascend to the top ropes. She looks down at the staggering clown as she begins to talk more trash.
“This should put you down!” With that Crystal leaps off with a flying crossbody. She hopes to land it flush and kept Roulette grounded for a pin fall.
Crystal soars into Roulette, but the clown catches her handily. The giggle starts.
“Spiders love it when the fly comes to them,” Roulette growls. Momentary fear grips Crystal. She can feel the Carny of Carnage hoist her a bit and prep to drop her on an outstretched knee. Still, there's one thing the starlet knows few people just shake off. Hilton's fingers dive into Roulette's eyes, doing a full Three Stooges. This time, the pain wasn't just absorbed. The clown bellows and releases the Hollywood star. But the outstretched knee is retracted and Crystal instead manages to catch herself with outstretched arms before kissing the mat.
Hilton slides into a catlike posture on all fours, eying Roulette. Crystal kicks out a leg, sweeping Roulette, knocking her legs from beneath her. Roulette spills backwards but, in a moment of shocking bodily control, thrusts her arms back and catches herself in a handstand before righting herself. Rubbing her eyes, Roulette smiles. “Come on, Cryssy. Clowns know how to tumble.”
“Clowns should learn the place, too,” the starlet snaps before pouncing. Crystal buries her shoulder into Roulette's midsection and drives her back to the ropes. Before the official can count, Hilton whips Roulette across the ring. On the rebound, a boot slams across the woman's painted face and flops her to the mat.
“Tumble that, bitch,” Crystal screams. She grabs hold of Roulette's right right and pulls the arm up. Stomping a boot on the side of Roulette's head, keeping the carny on her side, Hilton begins twist the arm at the elbow as best she can. Roulette responds with the obvious reactions to pain – her body tenses, she moans and “ows” and the usual. She also laughs.
Laughs.
Crystal KNOWS she has the woman in agony. There's no question. You don't wrestle for a decade or so and not know the telltale signs of pain. But this God damn clown giggles between every moan and twitch. Crystal can feel the laugh burrowing into her brain. She attempts to shake it off, but it's taking root. While the ref checks for submission from the clown, Crystal steps off her head and hauls back to kick her in the shoulder of the trapped arm.
Crystal drives kick after kick into the shoulder as she looks down at her victim. "Aww what's wrong? It's not so funny when our roles have been reversed is it?! Don't worry there's still much more where that came from!"
Crystal arrogantly breaks the hold as she backs away. She does a hand spring followed by a back flip and eventually does a standing moonsault right into the body of Roulette. Crystal lands right across the stomach of Roulette. She remains on top of her as the referee drops down to make a count.
One…
Two….
Roulette is able to get a shoulder up and Crystal doesn’t even bother to argue as the high flyer kips back up to her feet. She begins to take off as she sprints right towards the ropes. Once she reaches them she springs off of them backwards looking for an even bigger moonsault as she is about to land right on top of Roulette again. This time the clown is ready for it as she throws her knees up and Crystal lands right against them. Crystal clutches at her stomach in pain as she rolls off of Roulette and pounds away at the mat in frustration.
Hilton rolls to all fours and pushes herself up. She can feel the ring shake as Roulette gets to her feet first. Crystal looks up to swear at the clown but an open palm strike slams into her throat. The Hollywood Hottie, for once, is speechless as she feels her throat ready to collapse. She looks at the referee with pleading eyes but he can only shrug. Open fist, completely legal.
Roulette cups the back of Hilton's head and shoves her back down to all fours, facing the canvas. With that, the carny raises a knee and drives it into the back of Crystal's skull. Hilton eats canvas immediately. With most opponents, this would be cause to showboat. Crystal would use that time to recover. But Roulette isn't here to put on a show. She's hear to hurt a woman.
Roulette grabs the back of Crystal's bottoms and a maneful of hair. The official protests of the clown ignores him. “I think I've made you feel like a real wrestler long enough,” the harlequin giggles. “Time to stop play along side you and start playing with you.” Crystal feels herself pulled up by her hair and bottoms. The crotch of her sweatpants digs deep between her legs and she gasps. But then she feels Roulette begin to swing her back and forth, aimed between the turnbuckles. “One for the money, two for the show, three to get ready….” With every swing is more momentum, a deeper wedgie, and more panic. “And four you GO!”
Roulette continues to swing Crystal and she finally let’s her go trying to drive her head first into the corner ringpost. Crystal however is able to stop herself with her hands as she throws her legs backwards wrapping them tightly around Roulette’s hand. Crystal smiles as she looks out at the crowd as she tries to twist and turn in hopes of sending Roulette down but the clown doesn’t go anywhere.
Instead Roulette lifts a leg up driving a vicious kick right against Crystal’s stomach which causes the Latina to drop to the mat. She clutches at her stomach in pain as she rolls around the ring.
Crystal crawls to the ropes in hopes of pulling herself back up but it’s to no use as Roulette is right there behind her. In desperation Crystal once again springs off of the ropes aiming herself at Roulette again.
Hilton bounds off the cables and throws a cross body at the Clown but Roulette greats her with a right under the diaphragm. The starlet crumples, gaping for air as all of the oxygen soars from her lungs. She flops like a fish on the mat. The carny wastes no time, setting upon the gorgeous woman with a Haas of Pain.
HAAS OF PAIN:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=QWlcrOaW18M
The referee drops to the mat. “Crystal, do you submit?”
Hilton's mouth opens but air is required to make words. She just mouths silently. Still in shock from being winded and flailing uncontrollably, she can't even properly tap if she wanted to. Behind her is just joint-wrenching pain and the shrill laughter of Roulette. But just as Crystal finally finds herself able to make sounds, Roulette releases the hold. Hilton flattens to the mat as if it could save her.
It, of course, cannot.
She feels a hand slide down the back of her skirt. Cold fingers trace the curve of her ass and slip between her legs. Suddenly, a sharp claw hold seizes her womanhood and Hilton shrieks. Roulette pulls her up by the claw hold, to as best a standing position the battered fighter can hope for, before releasing. The painted warrior grabs both of Hilton's arms and twists them behind her back, intertwining her own for a double chickenwing. She then hoists the squirming victim up, the inside of Crystal's legs bracing against the outside of Roulette's.
ELEVATED DOUBLE CHICKEN WING:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=SimuWAZQKg8
The clown strides over to the ringpost. Crystal, weary, only vaguely understands what's going on – that Roulette is about to drop her, face forward, to slam her moneymaker on top of the post.
Crystal couldn’t move as Roulette carried her. She held her upright as she brought her towards the ropes. The petite Latina tried her best to fight out of it as she moved around frantically but it was to no avail as Roulette held her firmly. She hovered over the ring post and with a cackling laugh she dropped her.
Crystal’s head bounced right off the corner ring post as she fells to the ground spread eagle. She wasn’t moving as she was spreadeagled unconscious in the middle of the ring.
The crowd were all silent as they could only watch Roulette play with what was her prey.
The referee drops to check Crystal but the clown snatches her up immediately. “She's fine. She's only resting.” She yanks the woman around before slinging her over her shoulder, making sure the prone woman is positioned to look down at the clown's front. Roulette scales the turnbuckles of the ringpost next to the steel steps to the ring, getting to the very top ropes and balancing herself. All the circus training has obviously paid off.
Roulette's free hand slides up Crystal's top and caresses and teases her nipples. “Wakey wakey, time to breaky,” Roulette giggles. Crystal, murmurs as her slumber is stirred, albeit pleasantly, with a gentle caress. Roulette flicks her tongue against the shoulder next to her face, following with a gentle kiss. “You like that?”
Crystal murmurs a soft, “mmmhmmm.”
“How about this?!” Roulette's talons sink into soft areola and twist. Hilton comes to life, screaming. First, screaming from pain. Second, screaming as she realized she was teetering at least twelve, maybe fifteen feet above the steel steps, Roulette's right shoulder the only thing keeping her aloft.
Roulette cups her left hand firmly on the back of Crystal's head. “Tell me, what do you think would happen if I dropped you now?”
Crystal gasped at the thought. “No,” she muttered. “Don't… don't do this.”
“Do you think it would be career ending, or something you could recover from?” Roulette continues. “Do you think you'll come back after the brace comes off your neck?” Roulette's grip tightens on Crystal's head, pushing her forward slightly. Crystal gulps. Hilton can hear the clown's nervous manager to the side of her.
“Roulette, don't do this again!” Soléne begs.
“A… again?”
Roulette continues. “But what do you think will hurt more? The impact of the stairs on the crown of your skull, the humiliation of me having my way with you for what seems like forever before EMTs come out – because, let's face it, no one cares if a washed up, has-been tramp gets wasted – or the fact that if you DO dare come into a ring again, I'll be waiting for you and it will be worse… and you...” Roulette's breath feels warm on Crystal's shoulder as she pronounces every syllable slowly, “can't… stop… me.”
“Don't… don't do this,” Crystal whimpers.
“Beg,” Roulette demands, tilting her more. “Beg now. Beg like the little trained bitch you are.”
The tears start welling up in Crystal's eyes. “Please,” she sobs. “Please, I'll do anything! Just not this! I… this would end everything for me! I can't act with a brain injury!”
“Uh, wrong. I've seen your work,” Roulette mocks.
“Just, please, whatever you want!” Hilton is growing hysterical now. Her make-up is running and dripping. Watching it fall all the way down and splattering on the steps. “I'll get on my hands and knees! I'll be your toy! I'll… ANYTHING! PLEASE DON'T HURT ME ANYMORE!” The heaving cries come now, making her body teeter even more and ramping up the anxiety. “I don't want this!” she wails. “Please! I'll do anything!”
“Anything?” Roulette says, almost lecherously.
“Oh, God, yes, anything you want!”
“Well, then, what I want,” Roulette giggles, adjusting Crystal so the Gladiatrix photographers and FAWN camera men can get good shots of her crying mug, “is for you to learn to beg better.”
Crystal's heart sinks. Oh… oh no.
“You'll have plenty of time to learn during medical leave!” the clown shrieks and laughs, leaping from the ringpost. The cry from Crystal's lungs may well go down in FAWN history as the loudest scream in any match, or the top five. She feels her body tilt dangerously but she can't take her eyes off the steel steps, which are rapidly approaching.
But Roulette doesn't dump her or even try to release Crystal. Instead, the clown – a professional tumbler – lands squarely on the second step and pushes Crystal up so she's not about to slide off anymore. Immediately, Crystal looks into the front row of fans, all taking pictures, pointing, and laughing at her. Before she can react, Roulette pivots, swinging Crystal around and slamming the left side of her head against the ringpost behind them. Roulette spins to the other size and slams the other side of her head, then drops her to the hard floor.
Crystal's face slams on the concrete and she pulls herself to the barricade. She looks up at Roulette, who grins down at her. The clown bends down and blows in her face. A mist of confetti and glitter blind the woman, sticking to her tears and make-up. “Now you look like the spent little whore you are,” Roulette snaps. “Now crawl in that ring, lay down, and let me pin you so we can all move on to something that matters.” The giggle returns. “Or do I have to give you a real reason to cry?”
Crystal slides into the ring as she has tears in her eyes. She does exactly as she is told as she lays down on the ground. "Please just make this quick promise?!" Crystal wipes the tears away as she wait sin anticipation for the bigger woman to come inside.
Roulette chuckles as she slowly makes her way inside the ring. The crowd booing as Roulette is finally inside. As she goes to make a cover Crystal quickly tries to scoop her in tightly for a small package
Crystal wraps her arm behind Roulette's head and goes for the rest of her, but the clown slams her forehead against Hilton's as soon as it's close enough. The starlet rolls back, cradling the impact point while the clown just shakes her head.
“Yeah, that's kind of where I thought this was going,” Roulette says. “Come on. Show everyone what you've got left. Let's end this.”
The contingent of the FAWNatics cheers Crystal on, although another large swath heckle her. The Latina Sensation pushes herself up and swings a wild punch at the harlequin but Roulette easily catches her by the fist. The carny twists Crystal's clenched hand at the wrist, as far as the bones will allow, forcing a whimper from Crystal herself. With that, the attack cups the star behind her head and begins slamming her own fist into her face. Crystal can do little but take the hits until Roulette chooses to stop, which she does at five.
“No closed fists!” the zebra screams.
“Tell her that,” Roulette counters. The official stares. Technically, she's right. It was Crystal who threw the punch.
Roulette sinks her hands into Crystal's breasts and pulls her up before tossing her across the ring. It hurts but it's not devastating. It's not meant to be. Crystal knows what's going on. Roulette's reminding her she's in charge. Honestly, it's something she'd have done. Something she assumed she'd be doing. Roulette walks over to her in a casual jaunt before kicking her in the throat. Hilton spills to the side. The Big Top Bruiser just heaves the Hollywood Hottie up and hoists her in the corner. Roulette folds Crystal's head down between her left shoulder and the crook of her neck before hoisting her up, upside down, in a Kinniku Buster set-up.
But the clown doesn't drop her immediately. She walks around the ring, prying her legs apart so Crystal's skirt will fall away and reveal her panties. Again, more pictures. But Roulette stares into Crystal's eyes, which are bloodshot and red from both the glitter and crying. Roulette smiles.
“Tonight, you don't just lose a match. You lose your dignity,” the clown says. “This isn't new for you, of course. But your sobbing fit? Everyone caught it. It will be replayed by every entertainment news show every time you're in headlines. This will overshadow you for years to come.. That moment of your life will always belong to me. Never to you. There's no way you can reclaim it.” Crystal's eyes begin welling up again and Roulette sticks out her tongue, lapping up the tears. “But, truthfully, I'm bored of you now, Crystal. I'm not the first to be bored of you. I won't be the last. So we're done now. But don't feel too used. Your failure will always have a place in my heart.
Roulette plants a long kiss on Crystal's quivering lip before launching her into the full buster.
KINNIKU BUSTER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=-qGfrrQKKRs
Crystal feels the tendons in her shoulders and neck ready to snap on impact. She tries to pull away but her back spasms and she only gets to her side. She waits for a pin, but it doesn't come. Instead, she's pulled up by her hair and marched to the same corner. Roulette, facing the ring, climbs up the ropes and pulls Crystal along with her. The clown easily proves her acrobatics by balancing on the top rope has she forces Crystal to do the same. Underhooking Crystal's arm, she speaks. “I could send you into the ring or I can send you outside, to the concrete.”
Crystal, crying softly, only replies, “You'll do what you want.”
“Yes,” Roulette says, “I will.”
Roulette spins Hilton into the ring for her Big Top Flop.
BIG TOP FLOP:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=lVnUsk6ewI0
Crystal lands onto her side and flops to her back. Roulette lays casually to her side and commands, “Look at me.” Crystal does as bade. “Do not look away from me,” the clown warns. Crystal, again, does as commanded as Roulette places a single finger on her brow. The clown speaks to the referee, never breaking eye contact. “Count.”
ONE…
TWO…
THRE--
“To ten,” Roulette says, staring into Crystal's wet eyes. The referee sighs sadly.
THREE…
FOUR….
FIVE….
SIX….
SEVEN….
EIGHT…
NINE….
“You know your place now,” Roulette says. Crystal, broken, gives a slight nod.
TEN!
“Laaaaadies and gentlemen, your winner by pinfall…. ROULETTE!”
There is a great divide between the FAWNatics. Many are horrified by the brutal bullying but others are hoping for a true FAWN ending. Roulette leans her lips next to Crystal and says one word.
“Mine.”
The clown stands and her manager comes into the ring. Words are said into the mic but they're barely audible over the boos. But Crystal… Crystal stares off into the arena. Into nothing. Into humiliation. Her eyes drive up to the Jumbotron above the entrance, which is replacing the slow-mo highlights of her begging and sobbing. She gets lost in it. And she wonders about what she can do… what is there ahead….
Crystal is unable to move as she remains a crumbled heap on the mat. The tears slowly keep flowing down her eyes as she could only take another loss
ROULETTE:
SOLÉNE LOREE:
“ARE WE HAVING FUN YET” BY DR. STEEL
www.youtube.com/watch?v=3pv5vjRY1EQ
The crowd isn't thrilled by Roulette's appearance anyway, but the black light makes her makeup more threatening and demonic. She lurches down the walkway towards the ring, baring her teeth and snapping at FAWNatics. Soléne does her best to both keep her client in line and offer a kind face on behalf of her employers but it's not easy, to say the least. At one point the menacing clown stops by a female fan, booing, and reaches behind the woman's ear. Roulette withdraws a cute balloon animal in the shape of a poodle, but something sloshes around inside. The FAWN cameras zoom on the woman's face and the balloon just as Roulette slams it in her hands, spraying fake blood in the attendee's face. Roulette rears her had back, cackling like a witch, while Soléne grabs her by the arm and hurries her to the ring.
The lights return to normal as both women step into the squared circle. Soléne takes a mic. “Ladies and gentlemen, I am so excited to be here tonight, and I know Roulette is, too. Aren't you, Roulette?”
The clown grabs the microphone and grunts into it. “I'm here to make Crystal Hilton cry--”
“Cry tears of joy that she returned to this esteemed federation after so many years,” Soléne interrupts. “I know everyone was excited at her return.” The fans offer a mixed reply. “But tonight is going to be about sportsmanship, honor, fun--”
“And showing how much pressure it takes to crack a Crystal,” Roulette snarls into the mic before laughing. Soléne strides away from her client. “And, as always, my benefactors, the Circus Maximus Resort and Casino, want to celebrate what it destined to be a great match by giving you all a special offer.” The lovely manager fishes a note card from her cleavage and reads. “Go to their website and enter the code HARDFORCRYSTAL--” Soléne stops herself, inhales deeply, and continues- “and Circus Maximus will send you a FREE pair of Roulette sunglasses! Now anyone can back their favorite clown in style!” The FAWN screen flashes a quick warning about no one pregnant or under twelve wearing the sunglasses and to keep them away from human eyes as Soléne ushers Roulette to her corner for a patdown.
CRYSTAL HILTON:
“I'M COMING OUT” BY DIANA ROSS
www.youtube.com/watch?v=zbYcte4ZEgQ
It isn’t long before Diana Ross “I’m Coming Out” begins to blast all over the speaker system. As it does a red carpet is rolled down to the ring and that’s when the Hollywood star Crystal Hilton makes her way to the ring. The photographers take photo after photo of the Latina beauty. She smiles as she slowly struts her way down to the ring. She flicks her hair as she does a split to enter the ring gaining some cat calls from the crowd. She uses the ropes to pull herself up as she raises her hands in the air.
“And currently in the ring hailing from Hollywood California weighing in at 115lbs standing at 5’5 she is the Hollywood Sensation Crystal Hilton!” Crystal smiles as she continues to play to the crowd and gains some cheers in return. Crystal had been on a losing streak and she knew that she needed to turn it around or else she would be sent to the Jungle. She wasn’t focused on that. Instead she looked to bounce back.
She slowly turned her attention over to Roulette staring her up and down as she tried her best to not back down. Instead she stepped in front of Roulette as she took a deep breath forming a cocky grin. “You sure you ready to be in the ring sunshine? A win over you is my ticket right back to the spotlight!”
Roulette begins giggling as she lurches forward. She moves unnaturally, like some of her bones have been removed, snapping her head from side to side. Crystal instinctively takes a step back and swallows but the harlequin steps up and presses her face to the Hollywood star's. Roulette's breath is hot and stings of peppers and sulfur. The giggle grows into a laugh as what appears to be blood pours from the sides of Roulette's mouth. Crystal starts to assure herself it's just stage blood when Roulette clutches her by the back of her hair, grinding their faces together.
“This is my big top,” the clown laughs, “and you're just sideshow material!” Before Hilton can pull away, Roulette clamps her mouth over Crystal's and blows the deep red liquid into her mouth. Crystal has done film and stage. She's dealt with stage blood. If this is stage blood, they got the penny flavoring right! But it just seems like too much to be real and it floods her mouth. The clown slaps Hilton on the back, forcing her to swallow a mouthful, gagging on it. Roulette buries a fist into Crystal's gut, causing her to cough some of it up but continue to choke.
The bell rings.
Roulette kicks Crystal in the back of the knees, dropping the star to a kneel. Then a knee slams into the bridge of her nose, laying her out on her back. Still sputtering, Crystal looks up in horror as Roulette takes her legs by the calves and lifts them. She then pulls Crystal's legs apart and leans over, more of the unknown red ichor dripping from her lips onto Crystal's face. Roulette gives a red toothed smile. “You're gonna die here, Crystal,” she growls as she raises a foot above Hilton's prone womanhood, ready to stomp.
Crystal looked up as she could see the stomp coming her way. As soon as it came down Crystal did everything in her power to roll out of the way. She kipped up to her feet as she glanced back at the bigger woman. She instantly placed her hands on her hips glaring daggers at Roulette. Crystal quickly sprints towards the bigger one as she slides in between her legs and ends up on the opposite side of her.
She doesn’t hesitate to drive a dropkick to the back of Roulette sending the clown towards the turnbuckles. When Roulette is on her way back Crystal jumps up and locks her legs tightly around the head of Roulette. She yanks downwards in hopes of taking her off her feet with a well timed hurricanrana.
Crystal twists and sends Roulette flying to the mat. Unfortunately for Crystal, the clown is an expert tumbler and rolls with the toss, hopping up to her feet. Unfortunately for Roulette, she is not facing Crystal when she lands and Hilton, already up, sends a missile dropkick into Roulette's back. The clown flings forwards, snagging into the ropes.
FAWNatics aren't really sure what to do with this match. Both women are hated universally, but more people at least enjoy Crystal's acting enough to cheer her on. Plus, she isn't a scary clown. Crystal gets to her feet and realizes the fans are cheering for her. It feels good. It feels right. It feels damned overdue. She raises her hands and blows a kiss, trying not to let the syrupy sensation of fake blood dripping between her breasts distract her.
Hilton walks towards Roulette, who is untangling herself from the ropes, and sends a revenge kick to the back of her knees. The clown goes down, but spins around and digs her nails into Crystal's thigh, ripping them away and laughing. Crystal swears as she knees Roulette in the temple. For good measure, the Hollywood Hottie raises an elbow to bring down between the garish goon's eyes.
“What’s wrong, chica?! Don’t like bowing before someone else? Don’t worry you will be doing a lot more than that!” With that Crystal smirks as she lifts her leg up and tries to send a roundhouse kick right to the temple of Roulette. Crystal shows no regard as she hopes to KO the bigger woman with one of her well timed kicks.
The crowd is completely behind her as they actually want to see Crystal come back from all of her devastating losses.
More surprising to Crystal is that Roulette's manager, Soléne, seems to be clapping for her. “Great show!” the leggy brunette in the clown's corner calls out as Crystal slams a kick into her target. “This will really get the crowd going!” It's almost off-putting.
As her feet, Roulette is still giggling… and creepy. But there's not question the kicks hurt. Crystal can read body language and she's making a dent in the woman. She pulls the heavier woman up by her hair and sails a bitch slap across her painted face. Roulette's head rockets to the side with the impact. She slowly looks into Crystal's eyes and laughs, but the laugh is definitely laced with rage.
“Oh, you're makin' this personal, starlet,” Roulette hisses.
“You're reading into things,” Crystal assures Roulette as she hairtosses her. The clown outweighs her but not enough to prevent a perfect hurl, landing Roulette on her ass. “You're just trash I have to take out.” Hilton races across the ring and bounds off the cables Roulette faces, soaring back with both feet out for a dropkick. But Roulette has already gotten up and sidestepped the line of flight, raising a foot to bring down on Crystal as she passes.
Crystal is driven hard against the mat as the foot comes crashing down atop of her back. Crystal tries to get the bigger woman off. “Get off of me!!!” Roulette only offers a chuckle in return as she yanks Crystal up to her feet by the hair and drives a knee as hard as she can in her gut.
Crystal screams as she doubles over in pain. Roulette help’s her back up to her feet before she wraps a hand around Crystal’s neck. She lifts her up signaling for a choke slam but as soon as she lifts Crystal up the Latina is able to wrap her legs tightly around the neck of Roulette. “Got ya bytch!” Crystal tries her best to bring Roulette down with a hurricanrana but Roulette seems to be too powerful for the Hollywood beauty as Roulette is able to lift Crystal well above her head and brings her crashing down with a very powerful power bomb.
Crystal’s legs fold over her head on impact as she appears to be match booked. Roulette smiles as she stares down at the lifeless beauty. “So is this where your cameras do a close up?! Or should we retake this shot again?!”
Crystal doesn’t respond as her legs slowly start to unfold. She reaches for her back in pain as she slowly moves her eyes to her oncoming assailant.
“Close-up it is!” Roulette waves to a Gladiatrix photographer while dragging the actress to the ropes. “She wants this front page if ya can, but she'll settle for a spread.” The clown kicks Crystal onto her belly and flips her to face the outside of the ring. Dropping to a knee in Hilton's back, Roulette slides her hand under the woman's chin and pulls her up and backwards. Roulette's other hand dives between Crystal's soft thighs and pulps her womanhood.
Crystal's eyes shoot open and she unleashes a bellow of agony. The photographer is sure to catch every shot and angle while the referee counts. He's just at five when Roulette releases, stands, and backs him up.
“I'm warning you,” the zebra grunts at the clown.
“And I'm warning you that I don't care,” Roulette replies. She turns her attention back to Crystal, who is clawing softly at the ropes but also hissing the photographer BETTER delete those pictures. Roulette grabs Hilton by her ankles and pulls her back a little. Roulette plants her right boot between the starlet's shoulder blades before grabbing her wrists and cranking them backwards and up. The hateful harlequin yanks on the limbs with all her might and Crystal feels like they'll rip out at the joints. “Want me to stop?” Roulette asks.
“Y-yes!” Crystal groans out.
“Are you suuuuuuuure?” Crystal feels the boot in her back press firmly but Roulette's grip loosen a little. Suddenly she realizes she is about the be planted, face-first, into the canvas. She shakes her head violently know, while trying to rip her wrists away to snag the bottom ropes.
With the little wiggle run that Crystal has she uses her speed to quickly move her way towards the ropes. Roulette lifts her boot up but by that time Crystal has already made her way to the ropes and she clings onto them. Roulette follows close to Crystal trying to grab at her legs but the zebra quickly gets in her way.
“Let go of her she’s holding the ropes…”
Roulette gives him a look which makes the zebra move out of the way. She yanks Crystal upwards but Crystal is able to land right on her feet. Crystal smirks as she launches a super kick right at the clown and catches her square in the face. Roulette however doesn’t go down.
“What’s wrong chuckles? Not so funny when the joke’s on you is it?! Perhaps we should do a retake…”
Crystal grins evilly as she drives another super kick to Roulette’s face. Roulette doesn’t go down as she staggers some more. Crystal just sighs as she starts to ascend to the top ropes. She looks down at the staggering clown as she begins to talk more trash.
“This should put you down!” With that Crystal leaps off with a flying crossbody. She hopes to land it flush and kept Roulette grounded for a pin fall.
Crystal soars into Roulette, but the clown catches her handily. The giggle starts.
“Spiders love it when the fly comes to them,” Roulette growls. Momentary fear grips Crystal. She can feel the Carny of Carnage hoist her a bit and prep to drop her on an outstretched knee. Still, there's one thing the starlet knows few people just shake off. Hilton's fingers dive into Roulette's eyes, doing a full Three Stooges. This time, the pain wasn't just absorbed. The clown bellows and releases the Hollywood star. But the outstretched knee is retracted and Crystal instead manages to catch herself with outstretched arms before kissing the mat.
Hilton slides into a catlike posture on all fours, eying Roulette. Crystal kicks out a leg, sweeping Roulette, knocking her legs from beneath her. Roulette spills backwards but, in a moment of shocking bodily control, thrusts her arms back and catches herself in a handstand before righting herself. Rubbing her eyes, Roulette smiles. “Come on, Cryssy. Clowns know how to tumble.”
“Clowns should learn the place, too,” the starlet snaps before pouncing. Crystal buries her shoulder into Roulette's midsection and drives her back to the ropes. Before the official can count, Hilton whips Roulette across the ring. On the rebound, a boot slams across the woman's painted face and flops her to the mat.
“Tumble that, bitch,” Crystal screams. She grabs hold of Roulette's right right and pulls the arm up. Stomping a boot on the side of Roulette's head, keeping the carny on her side, Hilton begins twist the arm at the elbow as best she can. Roulette responds with the obvious reactions to pain – her body tenses, she moans and “ows” and the usual. She also laughs.
Laughs.
Crystal KNOWS she has the woman in agony. There's no question. You don't wrestle for a decade or so and not know the telltale signs of pain. But this God damn clown giggles between every moan and twitch. Crystal can feel the laugh burrowing into her brain. She attempts to shake it off, but it's taking root. While the ref checks for submission from the clown, Crystal steps off her head and hauls back to kick her in the shoulder of the trapped arm.
Crystal drives kick after kick into the shoulder as she looks down at her victim. "Aww what's wrong? It's not so funny when our roles have been reversed is it?! Don't worry there's still much more where that came from!"
Crystal arrogantly breaks the hold as she backs away. She does a hand spring followed by a back flip and eventually does a standing moonsault right into the body of Roulette. Crystal lands right across the stomach of Roulette. She remains on top of her as the referee drops down to make a count.
One…
Two….
Roulette is able to get a shoulder up and Crystal doesn’t even bother to argue as the high flyer kips back up to her feet. She begins to take off as she sprints right towards the ropes. Once she reaches them she springs off of them backwards looking for an even bigger moonsault as she is about to land right on top of Roulette again. This time the clown is ready for it as she throws her knees up and Crystal lands right against them. Crystal clutches at her stomach in pain as she rolls off of Roulette and pounds away at the mat in frustration.
Hilton rolls to all fours and pushes herself up. She can feel the ring shake as Roulette gets to her feet first. Crystal looks up to swear at the clown but an open palm strike slams into her throat. The Hollywood Hottie, for once, is speechless as she feels her throat ready to collapse. She looks at the referee with pleading eyes but he can only shrug. Open fist, completely legal.
Roulette cups the back of Hilton's head and shoves her back down to all fours, facing the canvas. With that, the carny raises a knee and drives it into the back of Crystal's skull. Hilton eats canvas immediately. With most opponents, this would be cause to showboat. Crystal would use that time to recover. But Roulette isn't here to put on a show. She's hear to hurt a woman.
Roulette grabs the back of Crystal's bottoms and a maneful of hair. The official protests of the clown ignores him. “I think I've made you feel like a real wrestler long enough,” the harlequin giggles. “Time to stop play along side you and start playing with you.” Crystal feels herself pulled up by her hair and bottoms. The crotch of her sweatpants digs deep between her legs and she gasps. But then she feels Roulette begin to swing her back and forth, aimed between the turnbuckles. “One for the money, two for the show, three to get ready….” With every swing is more momentum, a deeper wedgie, and more panic. “And four you GO!”
Roulette continues to swing Crystal and she finally let’s her go trying to drive her head first into the corner ringpost. Crystal however is able to stop herself with her hands as she throws her legs backwards wrapping them tightly around Roulette’s hand. Crystal smiles as she looks out at the crowd as she tries to twist and turn in hopes of sending Roulette down but the clown doesn’t go anywhere.
Instead Roulette lifts a leg up driving a vicious kick right against Crystal’s stomach which causes the Latina to drop to the mat. She clutches at her stomach in pain as she rolls around the ring.
Crystal crawls to the ropes in hopes of pulling herself back up but it’s to no use as Roulette is right there behind her. In desperation Crystal once again springs off of the ropes aiming herself at Roulette again.
Hilton bounds off the cables and throws a cross body at the Clown but Roulette greats her with a right under the diaphragm. The starlet crumples, gaping for air as all of the oxygen soars from her lungs. She flops like a fish on the mat. The carny wastes no time, setting upon the gorgeous woman with a Haas of Pain.
HAAS OF PAIN:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=QWlcrOaW18M
The referee drops to the mat. “Crystal, do you submit?”
Hilton's mouth opens but air is required to make words. She just mouths silently. Still in shock from being winded and flailing uncontrollably, she can't even properly tap if she wanted to. Behind her is just joint-wrenching pain and the shrill laughter of Roulette. But just as Crystal finally finds herself able to make sounds, Roulette releases the hold. Hilton flattens to the mat as if it could save her.
It, of course, cannot.
She feels a hand slide down the back of her skirt. Cold fingers trace the curve of her ass and slip between her legs. Suddenly, a sharp claw hold seizes her womanhood and Hilton shrieks. Roulette pulls her up by the claw hold, to as best a standing position the battered fighter can hope for, before releasing. The painted warrior grabs both of Hilton's arms and twists them behind her back, intertwining her own for a double chickenwing. She then hoists the squirming victim up, the inside of Crystal's legs bracing against the outside of Roulette's.
ELEVATED DOUBLE CHICKEN WING:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=SimuWAZQKg8
The clown strides over to the ringpost. Crystal, weary, only vaguely understands what's going on – that Roulette is about to drop her, face forward, to slam her moneymaker on top of the post.
Crystal couldn’t move as Roulette carried her. She held her upright as she brought her towards the ropes. The petite Latina tried her best to fight out of it as she moved around frantically but it was to no avail as Roulette held her firmly. She hovered over the ring post and with a cackling laugh she dropped her.
Crystal’s head bounced right off the corner ring post as she fells to the ground spread eagle. She wasn’t moving as she was spreadeagled unconscious in the middle of the ring.
The crowd were all silent as they could only watch Roulette play with what was her prey.
The referee drops to check Crystal but the clown snatches her up immediately. “She's fine. She's only resting.” She yanks the woman around before slinging her over her shoulder, making sure the prone woman is positioned to look down at the clown's front. Roulette scales the turnbuckles of the ringpost next to the steel steps to the ring, getting to the very top ropes and balancing herself. All the circus training has obviously paid off.
Roulette's free hand slides up Crystal's top and caresses and teases her nipples. “Wakey wakey, time to breaky,” Roulette giggles. Crystal, murmurs as her slumber is stirred, albeit pleasantly, with a gentle caress. Roulette flicks her tongue against the shoulder next to her face, following with a gentle kiss. “You like that?”
Crystal murmurs a soft, “mmmhmmm.”
“How about this?!” Roulette's talons sink into soft areola and twist. Hilton comes to life, screaming. First, screaming from pain. Second, screaming as she realized she was teetering at least twelve, maybe fifteen feet above the steel steps, Roulette's right shoulder the only thing keeping her aloft.
Roulette cups her left hand firmly on the back of Crystal's head. “Tell me, what do you think would happen if I dropped you now?”
Crystal gasped at the thought. “No,” she muttered. “Don't… don't do this.”
“Do you think it would be career ending, or something you could recover from?” Roulette continues. “Do you think you'll come back after the brace comes off your neck?” Roulette's grip tightens on Crystal's head, pushing her forward slightly. Crystal gulps. Hilton can hear the clown's nervous manager to the side of her.
“Roulette, don't do this again!” Soléne begs.
“A… again?”
Roulette continues. “But what do you think will hurt more? The impact of the stairs on the crown of your skull, the humiliation of me having my way with you for what seems like forever before EMTs come out – because, let's face it, no one cares if a washed up, has-been tramp gets wasted – or the fact that if you DO dare come into a ring again, I'll be waiting for you and it will be worse… and you...” Roulette's breath feels warm on Crystal's shoulder as she pronounces every syllable slowly, “can't… stop… me.”
“Don't… don't do this,” Crystal whimpers.
“Beg,” Roulette demands, tilting her more. “Beg now. Beg like the little trained bitch you are.”
The tears start welling up in Crystal's eyes. “Please,” she sobs. “Please, I'll do anything! Just not this! I… this would end everything for me! I can't act with a brain injury!”
“Uh, wrong. I've seen your work,” Roulette mocks.
“Just, please, whatever you want!” Hilton is growing hysterical now. Her make-up is running and dripping. Watching it fall all the way down and splattering on the steps. “I'll get on my hands and knees! I'll be your toy! I'll… ANYTHING! PLEASE DON'T HURT ME ANYMORE!” The heaving cries come now, making her body teeter even more and ramping up the anxiety. “I don't want this!” she wails. “Please! I'll do anything!”
“Anything?” Roulette says, almost lecherously.
“Oh, God, yes, anything you want!”
“Well, then, what I want,” Roulette giggles, adjusting Crystal so the Gladiatrix photographers and FAWN camera men can get good shots of her crying mug, “is for you to learn to beg better.”
Crystal's heart sinks. Oh… oh no.
“You'll have plenty of time to learn during medical leave!” the clown shrieks and laughs, leaping from the ringpost. The cry from Crystal's lungs may well go down in FAWN history as the loudest scream in any match, or the top five. She feels her body tilt dangerously but she can't take her eyes off the steel steps, which are rapidly approaching.
But Roulette doesn't dump her or even try to release Crystal. Instead, the clown – a professional tumbler – lands squarely on the second step and pushes Crystal up so she's not about to slide off anymore. Immediately, Crystal looks into the front row of fans, all taking pictures, pointing, and laughing at her. Before she can react, Roulette pivots, swinging Crystal around and slamming the left side of her head against the ringpost behind them. Roulette spins to the other size and slams the other side of her head, then drops her to the hard floor.
Crystal's face slams on the concrete and she pulls herself to the barricade. She looks up at Roulette, who grins down at her. The clown bends down and blows in her face. A mist of confetti and glitter blind the woman, sticking to her tears and make-up. “Now you look like the spent little whore you are,” Roulette snaps. “Now crawl in that ring, lay down, and let me pin you so we can all move on to something that matters.” The giggle returns. “Or do I have to give you a real reason to cry?”
Crystal slides into the ring as she has tears in her eyes. She does exactly as she is told as she lays down on the ground. "Please just make this quick promise?!" Crystal wipes the tears away as she wait sin anticipation for the bigger woman to come inside.
Roulette chuckles as she slowly makes her way inside the ring. The crowd booing as Roulette is finally inside. As she goes to make a cover Crystal quickly tries to scoop her in tightly for a small package
Crystal wraps her arm behind Roulette's head and goes for the rest of her, but the clown slams her forehead against Hilton's as soon as it's close enough. The starlet rolls back, cradling the impact point while the clown just shakes her head.
“Yeah, that's kind of where I thought this was going,” Roulette says. “Come on. Show everyone what you've got left. Let's end this.”
The contingent of the FAWNatics cheers Crystal on, although another large swath heckle her. The Latina Sensation pushes herself up and swings a wild punch at the harlequin but Roulette easily catches her by the fist. The carny twists Crystal's clenched hand at the wrist, as far as the bones will allow, forcing a whimper from Crystal herself. With that, the attack cups the star behind her head and begins slamming her own fist into her face. Crystal can do little but take the hits until Roulette chooses to stop, which she does at five.
“No closed fists!” the zebra screams.
“Tell her that,” Roulette counters. The official stares. Technically, she's right. It was Crystal who threw the punch.
Roulette sinks her hands into Crystal's breasts and pulls her up before tossing her across the ring. It hurts but it's not devastating. It's not meant to be. Crystal knows what's going on. Roulette's reminding her she's in charge. Honestly, it's something she'd have done. Something she assumed she'd be doing. Roulette walks over to her in a casual jaunt before kicking her in the throat. Hilton spills to the side. The Big Top Bruiser just heaves the Hollywood Hottie up and hoists her in the corner. Roulette folds Crystal's head down between her left shoulder and the crook of her neck before hoisting her up, upside down, in a Kinniku Buster set-up.
But the clown doesn't drop her immediately. She walks around the ring, prying her legs apart so Crystal's skirt will fall away and reveal her panties. Again, more pictures. But Roulette stares into Crystal's eyes, which are bloodshot and red from both the glitter and crying. Roulette smiles.
“Tonight, you don't just lose a match. You lose your dignity,” the clown says. “This isn't new for you, of course. But your sobbing fit? Everyone caught it. It will be replayed by every entertainment news show every time you're in headlines. This will overshadow you for years to come.. That moment of your life will always belong to me. Never to you. There's no way you can reclaim it.” Crystal's eyes begin welling up again and Roulette sticks out her tongue, lapping up the tears. “But, truthfully, I'm bored of you now, Crystal. I'm not the first to be bored of you. I won't be the last. So we're done now. But don't feel too used. Your failure will always have a place in my heart.
Roulette plants a long kiss on Crystal's quivering lip before launching her into the full buster.
KINNIKU BUSTER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=-qGfrrQKKRs
Crystal feels the tendons in her shoulders and neck ready to snap on impact. She tries to pull away but her back spasms and she only gets to her side. She waits for a pin, but it doesn't come. Instead, she's pulled up by her hair and marched to the same corner. Roulette, facing the ring, climbs up the ropes and pulls Crystal along with her. The clown easily proves her acrobatics by balancing on the top rope has she forces Crystal to do the same. Underhooking Crystal's arm, she speaks. “I could send you into the ring or I can send you outside, to the concrete.”
Crystal, crying softly, only replies, “You'll do what you want.”
“Yes,” Roulette says, “I will.”
Roulette spins Hilton into the ring for her Big Top Flop.
BIG TOP FLOP:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=lVnUsk6ewI0
Crystal lands onto her side and flops to her back. Roulette lays casually to her side and commands, “Look at me.” Crystal does as bade. “Do not look away from me,” the clown warns. Crystal, again, does as commanded as Roulette places a single finger on her brow. The clown speaks to the referee, never breaking eye contact. “Count.”
ONE…
TWO…
THRE--
“To ten,” Roulette says, staring into Crystal's wet eyes. The referee sighs sadly.
THREE…
FOUR….
FIVE….
SIX….
SEVEN….
EIGHT…
NINE….
“You know your place now,” Roulette says. Crystal, broken, gives a slight nod.
TEN!
“Laaaaadies and gentlemen, your winner by pinfall…. ROULETTE!”
There is a great divide between the FAWNatics. Many are horrified by the brutal bullying but others are hoping for a true FAWN ending. Roulette leans her lips next to Crystal and says one word.
“Mine.”
The clown stands and her manager comes into the ring. Words are said into the mic but they're barely audible over the boos. But Crystal… Crystal stares off into the arena. Into nothing. Into humiliation. Her eyes drive up to the Jumbotron above the entrance, which is replacing the slow-mo highlights of her begging and sobbing. She gets lost in it. And she wonders about what she can do… what is there ahead….
Crystal is unable to move as she remains a crumbled heap on the mat. The tears slowly keep flowing down her eyes as she could only take another loss