Post by bigfan on Oct 21, 2017 23:37:35 GMT
Mania has already lived up to the Super Show tag, and we’re not even half way through the card. The match is one many looked forward to when announced. It seemed a strange pairing though, one was a former FAWN Champion the other had spent most of her time on the road shows.
A Doorbell rings…
And the Drums, then bass…and WOAAAHHHH!
The crowd knows the song, and now they know who the songs belongs too in FAWN.
FRATELLIS - CHELSEA DAGGER
www.youtube.com/watch?v=sEXHeTcxQy4
The FAWNatics seem mixed about Chelsea as she walks out from behind the curtain, she is in a maroon petty coat like dress, but the front is open except for a short skirt and fishnet stockings with black lace running around the edges. Dagger has a red and black corset under a red riding jacket. In her hand is a cane with assorted buttons and knobs. The Steam Punk Maven wears boots with three inch heels. Around the newcomers neck is a pair of goggles mostly leather with brass rings for the eyes and pink colored lens. Topping it all is a very small black top hat with a lace train and flowers.
CHELSEA DAGGER:
The busty blonde smiles and nods at those in attendance, but she doesn’t press flesh with any of them. Chelsea makes it to the corner of the ring near the steel ring stairs and a FAWN production person comes trotting up, the over dressed Pneumatic Knockout begins removing layer after layer, the hat, the jacket, the petty coat and cane all get turned over to the lacky, and finally Chelsea removes the boots and heads into the ring with just the thigh high fishnets stalking covering her feet.
The Ring Announcer waits for the Burlesque Brawler to start climbing into the ring before he makes the first official in ring introduction, “Our next match is one fall with a thirty minute time limit. Introducing first, from Glasgow Scotland…She’s stands five foot six inches and weighing in at one hundred and thirty four pounds…Our Lady of Gears…Chelsea Dagger!”
The Pneumatic Knockout slips through the ropes and gives the crowds a smile as she allows the referee to check over her togs before the battle. Chelsea tugs on the corset making some final adjustments as she waits for the Sweet Alabaman to arrive.
“And introducing next...standing five feet eight inches tall, and tipping the scale at one-hundred and twenty pounds...from Uriah, Alabama...she is IIIIVVVVVVYYYYYY ARMSTRONG!”
www.youtube.com/watch? v=HmsxULFf5oc
“Wild Eyed Southern Boys” by .38 Special comes blasting through the arena's PA. Grabbing the curtain with both hands and tearing it open, the redhead struts down the aisleway, her hips sashaying with silent temptation. She wears a red and black satin corset and her iconic denim shorts, evoking both an Antebellum grandeur as well as Good Ol' Girl country swagger. The shorts reveal a conspicuous degree of her backside, and instead of the discreet ankle which a saucy Southern belle might have once shown, the redhead has on display her full legs in all of their lithe splendor, perched upon a pair of sassy high heels. As she confidently struts toward the ring, she pauses before one avid fan at the barrier, waving a sign that reads THE CRIMSON TIDE ROLLS OVER THE HIGHLAND LASSIE! Cupping his face with her hands, she plants a kiss on his forehead, then whispers something into his ear that causes his knees to buckle and his friends to whoop, holler and high five one another.
Never let it be said Ivy wasn’t willing to give her all for the fans.
IVY ARMSTRONG:
Her fan outreach completed, Armstrong resumes her march to the ring, a contented smile on her lips, and her black eye-lined green eyes half-lidded like a jungle cat on the prowl. At ringside, she grabs the ropes and pulls herself up to the apron. Stepping over to the center of the ring apron, she turns to face the crowd even as her arms reach up on either side so that her hands can grasp the top cable. First she kicks off one shoe into the scrambling throng, and then the other, leaving her barefooted. Then, with a gracefulness that would put Cirque du Soleil to shame, she flips up and over the strands in a graceful arc, alighting gently inside of the ring. The end result is an eruption of gratitude from the entranced crowd.
One inside the ring, she gives a sudden burst of energy, dashing to a corner and clambering up the turnbuckles, standing astride the middle ropes with her arms outstretched to receive the adulation of her rowdy fans. She then alights to the mat, her bare soles padding softly across the canvas as she steps to center ring for the referee's final instructions. But rather than turning her attention to the official, her eyes are focused solely upon her opponent.
Before joining the referee and Ivy at mid ring Chelsea reaches down unhooking the garter belts from the fishnet stockings and peels those off, then turns and throws one to the right and the other to the left. A riot nearly breaks out as fans fight for the souvenirs. Dagger strolls out to the center of the ring, if they weren’t about to tear into each other it looks like this pair was a tag team, both in their red and black corsets, legs and feet bare. The only difference being Chelsea’s small skirt and Ivy’s cut off denim. The referee starts, “You both know the rule’s, let’s try having a clean fight.”
Both women smirk, and a chuckle escapes Ivy’s lips, the man corrects himself, “Ok, just don’t make me DQ either of you, you know Bethany hates DQ’s”
Ivy gives her sweet smile, “Ah do believe we can oblige”
Chelsea nods, “Stap yer Havering.”
Both the referee and Ivy give the blonde a “WTF” look, but the referee sends them back to their corners to begin the match.
DING...DING…DING!
The FAWNmania crowd roars as the pair move straight at each other and tie up in a collar and elbow. The struggle is a short one as Ivy breaks the lockup by pulling Dagger’s arm around and up behind her back in a hammerlock.
The Pneumatic Knockout grunts slapping her shoulder to keep the blood flowing, Dagger tries several escapes, reaching between her own legs to try and snare one of the redheads, reversing the hammerlock, but Ivy turns it right back around on her. Chelsea tries reaching back over her shoulder for Armstrong’s head, but nothing seems to work. They move around the ring, Ivy leading the Scot where she wants, but the Steampunk Maven brings her free arm back and clocks Ivy in the side of the head.
Ivy staggers backwards, shaking her head to try and keep the cobwebs from forming as the Scottish Adventuress turns and comes after her. Chelsea sets into Armstrong and hoists the Alabaman up in the stall position for a body slam. The blonde clearly has a handful of Ivy’s Daisy Dukes as she turns and slams the FAWN veteran to the canvas. Ivy landing flat arches her back, hand going to her spine as she groans.
As her lithe body arches up from the impact, the 'Bama Slamma provides too tempting a target for the blonde to pass up, so Chelsea drops a boot stomp to her opponent's bare belly, flattening Armstrong to the mat with a whoosh of air from the redhead. Rather liking the position her adversary is in, the Steampunk Stunner suddenly jumps up, and let's Newton's theory of gravity bring her back down, her powerful thigh dropping with the blonde's full weight behind it across Ivy's chest, further winding her.
Quickly rolling off of her rival, Dagger's brow knits in concentration as she focuses on the battle plan she concocted prior to the match. It's well known that Ivy Armstrong's legs are among the most lethal in FAWN, and of course her 'Southern Charm' headscissors is a destination no wrestler wants to find herself in. Thus, Chelsea determined, she'll just have to deprive the Southern gal of the most potent weapon in her arsenal.
Standing up, Dagger seizes the right gam of her opponent, lifts it up, and gives Ivy a sharp kick to the back of her thigh. She then suddenly drops down, drilling her right knee into the tender left inner tight of the redhead, drawing a sharp gasp of pain from her. Continuing her assault, Chelsea gets up again, lifts and spreads her adversary's legs apart by the ankles, and now does a double leg drop onto both of Ivy's thighs. The impact causes the redhead to sit bolt upright, but she's send sprawling onto her back again by an uppercut from the blonde.
The next few minutes unfold with the uncommon sight of the 'Bama Slamma being ruthlessly battered and left hapless, as Chelsea kicks, stomps and twists her fabled stems. The assault, unfurled with laser-like precision, overwhelms Armstrong, and all she...and her multitude of fans...can hope for is an opportunity arising soon for her to somehow escape the torment.
But as far as the Pneumatic Knockout is concerned, that opportunity isn't about to come anytime soon. Shoving the panting Ivy over onto her belly, Chelsea drops a knee into her spine. The then grasps the redhead's right leg and pulls it up and over the back of Dagger's own neck, securing a body-wrenching stretch muffler. Ivy wails in pain, fists pounding at the canvas as her limber leg is agonizingly torques. "How about it Ivy, ready to submit?" the referee asks. "Of course she's not," the blonde answers for her. "She knows I still intend to have some more fun with her!" The words are chilling to Armstrong's ears.
Chilling but also infuriating, who does this Cos-play joke think she is. Ivy digs her elbows into the canvas and pulls the pair closer to the ropes. Chelsea snorts something incoherent as Armstrong begins to make progress, the Pneumatic Knockout sends a reminder to the red head as to just how vulnerable she is right now. Dagger slides her hand on Ivy’s thigh down to the edge of the Daisy Duke’s and squeezes as a less than subtle hint at the pain the Scottish woman could inflict. A veteran like Ivy hardly needs such warnings from some Eurotrash, Armstrong does pick up her pace though and reaches the bottom strand.
“I believe the standards say ah’ve a fiver to break?” The Queen of Cogs asks, knowing the answer.
The referee does give Dagger her five seconds, which Chelsea uses to pound her knuckles into Ivy’s alabaster inner thigh. When The Pneumatic Knockout steps back, Ivy can only drag the damaged gam a bit closer to the ropes, her face pinched in pain. The official kneels next to Armstrong, “You ok Ivy? I can stop this if your leg needs attention.”
Ivy bites her lip and shakes her head ‘No’ but she can only return to her feet with aid from the ropes. The referee watching Ivy doesn’t see Our Lady of Gears coming. Dagger begins by grabbing the back of Ivy’s head with her left hand, as her right arm laces up catching the Bama Slamma with a European Uppercut that nearly sends Ivy up over the top rope. The referee starts to complain, but then Chelsea takes Ivy’s right leg and hangs it over the middle strand before reaching down and grabbing the ankle and pulling straight up on it. Ivy cries out in pain as the rubber coated steel digs into her thigh.
The zebra does the only thing he can, “Off the Ropes Chelsea! ONE…TWO…THREE…FOUR!”
He doesn’t reach five, but as she steps back Chelsea kicks the middle strand sending it digging into Ivy’s gam. The ref steps between the battling duo and reads Dagger the riot act, but Ivy can’t remove herself from the strands as she leans down putting her forehead on the top strand. The pause in the action can only last so long, and it’s not nearly long enough for Ivy. Chelsea comes back and “Helps” Armstrong out of the ropes, but only to Irish whip her across the ring, Her legs suffering a blistering assault over the last few minutes the red head nearly stumbles and falls, but she rights herself and heads across the ring and rebounds back towards the Pneumatic Knockout.
Chelsea runs at Ivy and then launches into a low drop kick, Dagger’s bare feet hit Ivy’s thighs just above the knees sending her legs backwards and sending the redhead face first into the canvas. Ivy lies motionless as the Scot crawls over and pushes Armstrong to her back, “Ye might wanna be taken this bit o’ mercy.”
ONE…
TWO….
THRKICKOUT!
Ivy bucks loose from Chelsea’s grasp, the Bama Slamma refusing to lose at the biggest show of the year this way.
""Eh, still got a bit'o spark in ye," Chelsea says with a trace of admiration as she repositions herself. Lying parallel with the outstretched body of her opponent, the Victorian Vixen wraps her legs around Ivy's torso as her hands apply an ankle lock on her right leg. Armstrong snaps out of her stupor from the sudden pain as Dagger ruthlessly twists her ankle in a direction nature never intended.
Then, to add to her rival's distress, the blonde adjusts her left leg and presses the sole of her foot against the 'Bama Slamma's windpipe, choking her. The redhead gags and gurgles as her hands tug desperately at the foot to her throat. As the referee's count reaches five, Chelsea simply pulls her foot back a bit...and then promptly reapplies the choke, necessitating a new count, which repeats the cycle. At this point, it's plain that Our Lady of Gears is less interested in wrapping up the match than she is keeping the vaunted Ivy Armstrong helpless and at her mercy. With a worldwide audience watching, Dagger knows, this can only enhance her reputation.
In desperation, Armstrong blindly reaches for her tormentor's other foot. Going sans footwear in the ring herself, the redhead knows the perils of not having protective boots on, and she seeks to exploit that weakness in her opponent. Chelsea suddenly shrieks as Ivy begins to bend and twist her toes, and she answers the challenge. Releasing both her ankle lock and chokehold, Dagger seizes her adversary's left foot. But instead of targeting the toes, she begins to firmly press her thumbs into the soft arch, drawing a yowl of anguish from the redhead as she expertly targets the nerves. The two barefoot battlers continue torturing one another for long moments, until finally with a pained gasp, Armstrong is forced to release Chelsea's foot, the pain to her own simply too great to continue. The blonde gives a sly grin and taunts, "Anything ye can do, I can do better!"
Armstrong fights back tears as her opponent releases her, and she musters her fading strength in a bid to roll across the mat and under the ropes, seeking a respite on the floor below. However, just as her body starts to slip under the bottom strand, Dagger's hand flashes out and grabs Ivy's scarlet mane, and she drags the shrieking Southerner back to center ring by her hair. Armstrong's multitude of fans are shocked and dismayed by how she is being dominated. And no one...least of all the Pneumatic Knockout herself...can fail to notice how the chorus of "CHELSEA DAGGER" chants grow louder with every passing minute.
As Dagger finds new fans Ivy loyalist begin chanting “IVY” trying to drown out Our Lady of Gears converts. In the ring Chelsea loops an arm over Ivy’s shoulder and the other between her porcelain like legs and scoops the redhead up with surprising ease. The Scottish Adventuress uses a handful of Ivy’s cut offs to hoist her on to a shoulder and allows Armstrong to think about her position for a moment as she waits for the inevitable crash landing. The Southern doesn’t take long to start squirming, like in a honky tonk in Uriah on a Saturday night Ivy looks for the back door.
The Pneumatic Knockout though turns the former champ over slamming her flat on the canvas, Ivy’s back arching as the tingles run the length of her spine. Chelsea moves to Armstrong’s left side and falls down driving her elbow into the redhead’s chest between her cleavage and shoulder. Again Ivy spasms in pain, her face twisted as the fans have rarely seen. The Steampunk Maven allows the jolts to pass and then pulls Ivy under her and hooks a leg for the cover.
ONE…
TWO…
NO!
Ivy bucks like a new colt pulling her shoulder off the canvas with a full second to spare. Armstrong sits up with the blonde kneeling behind her, Ivy trying to regain some of her foggy focus. Chelsea gives the ref a glance, but even the most dastardly heels in FAWN would have a hard time complaining about that count.
Instead Chelsea reaches out and makes use of Ivy’s crimson locks again to pull the Bama Slama to her feet. The Pneumatic Knockout turns the redhead around and pulls her in so the top of Ivy’s head presses against the blondes large bosom. Ivy’s arms hang limp swaying under her while Chelsea palms the back of her head and brings a scathing European Uppercut crashing into the Southerner’s jaw line. Knocked backwards Ivy’s arms windmill as she staggers into the ropes, her arms draping over the top strand, The crowd still cheering for both ladies grows quite as the Steampunk Maven moves in and places one hand under Ivy’s chin. Chelsea even puts a finger to her lips “SSSHHSing” the crowd before the palm strike crashes down on the Ivy’s alabaster cleavage and the crack of flesh rings out through the arena.
The Scot turns and races off to the opposite ropes leaving Ivy hanging like Sunday’s laundry, hitting the far ropes the blonde turns racing back. Ivy sagging on the ropes looks helpless as the Pneumatic Knockout returns, but as Chelsea raises her leg to put a bare foot into Ivy’s mug, the veteran rolls along the ropes out of harms way. The crowd supporting Ivy grows louder when the Southerner escapes, and when they see Dagger now tangled in the ropes her foot shot over the top rope leaving her in a sticky position.
At first Ivy doesn’t see the gift she receives, but once the fog starts to clear she jumps at the chance to give Our Lady of Gears some payback. Ivy turns and begins kicking the back of Dagger’s shapely thigh over and over until the referee backs her off and Chelsea collapses to the canvas clutching the damaged gam. Ivy moves back to the center of the ring and gives her Daisy Dukes a tug back into a more comfortable position, Chelsea tries getting to her feet gently testing the leg than just took a dozen or more kicks.
While Dagger is still unsure of the stability of her leg Armstrong moves in raising an arm, and with a tribute to the American Dream drives her elbow into the top of Chelsea’s head. The first one stuns the Pneumatic Knockout, but doesn’t take her down. Ivy reloads and bounces her elbow off the blonde’s noggin three more times before the final one floors the Steampunk Maven. Ivy turns yelling to the crowd and her fans cheer back, the newly found Steampunk fans grow a bit quitter as Chelsea groans on the canvas.
The (Crimson) tide now turned, a satisfied grin begins to play on the 'Bama Slamma's lips. With Dagger flat on her back and legs spread apart, the redhead decides to have a bit of fun; Ivy places the balls of her feet against the insides of Chelsea's thighs, and then suddenly Armstrong drops to the mat in a splits, her feet forcing out her opponent's legs violently beyond their range of motion. Dagger sits bolt upright, a shriek ripped from her throat and fear in her eyes that her hamstrings are about to pop. Ivy, sitting opposite the Steampunk Siren, gives the blonde a slap across the face, the alabaster skin of her cheek reddening.
Since she's not being held in place, Dagger is able to pull free. She flops to her side, hands massaging the screaming muscles of her thighs; thankfully, the magnificent condition of her legs spared her from serious injury, but the lingering pain is still enough to keep her docile at the moment. Now confident of triumph, Armstrong does a backroll and kips back up to her feet. Bending down, she grabs her adversary by her golden locks and hauls her back up, then Irish whips her into the nearest corner. Chelsea's spine impacts with the turnbuckles with a grunt, and that's followed by a trio of yelps as the redhead delivers three successive chops to the blonde's chest, her breasts bouncing wildly within her corset, threatening to burst free.
Next, Ivy drapes Dagger's left leg over the middle rope, followed by her right, leaving her hung up in the corner. The Steampunk's fans fear what comes next will be a dastardly attack to her nether works, but instead the redhead skips like a joyful little girl to the opposite side of the ring. She then sizes up her target, and suddenly tears across the squared circle, propelling herself like a wrecking ball at the blonde. And although Armstrong's figure may best be described as lithe, and hardly burly, she knows very well how to make every one of her one hundred and twenty pounds count for something like this. It could very conceivably be the match-ender.
But that theory goes unresolved, for at the last instant, calling upon her dwindling reserves of strength, Dagger manages to actually pull her right leg free of the rope and raise it up. Rushing toward her opponent, Armstrong can't stop in time, and she is met with the blonde's bare sole smashing squarely into her face!
The Southerner doesn't go down...rather, she reels backward on trembling stems, eyes glazed. As she staggers drunkenly around the ring, she throws a few sloppy fists at phantom opponents. Her fans gasp in fear as her predicament, while Chelsea manages to extricate herself from the corner. She then climbs up the turnbuckles to the middle ropes and launches herself into the air even as the redhead spins uncomprehendingly to face her. And this time both of Dagger's feet make contact, sledgehammering into Armstrong's chest, sending her sailing backward and landing with a hard bounce on the canvas. She lay there, spreadeagled, eyes blinking groggily at the arena lights above, as the Steampunk Maven climbs back up to her feet...and this time it's Chelsea's turn to smile.
The blonde’s smile fades as she stumbles towards the still prone Ivy, the match clearly taking a toll on both women. When the Steampunk Maven does arrive at Armstrong’s side Ivy is still flat on the canvas, Chelsea stomps a bare foot down on the Southerner’s left breast and then a second to her covered tummy. Ivy jolts each time her body is stomped, but the red head goes still again and the Pneumatic Knockout heads to the nearby corner and jumps on to the middle strand turning to face into the ring. Ivy’s arms are crossed over her stomach, the last place Dagger stomped her, when the heavier blonde leaps from the corner and drops her derriere down atop Armstrong’s modest bosom.
Ivy’s legs kick into the air and those close to the ring hear the air leaving the Alabaman’s lungs as Chelsea’s Burlesque Bomb explodes on to the FAWN veteran. Dagger enjoys her seat for a moment wiggling her backside to grind Ivy’s boobs down, then as she sees the ref moving in to make a three count the Scottish Adventuress spins off her perch and hair hauls Ivy back to vertical. The Bama Slama looks like she will fall with out Dagger’s hands holding her up, but then Chelsea moves behind Ivy and jumps on to her back and laces her right arm across the redhead’s throat locking her in the move Chelsea calls the Tesla Coil.
TESLA COIL @ 0:35
www.youtube.com/watch?v=k_SX-AZOLz0
Ivy staggers under the weight of the blonde, but even in her foggy state she knows if she falls to the canvas there may be no escape. Her alabaster gams quiver as Ivy tries to move towards the ropes, but even taking a step may cause her to collapse. Chelsea moves her free hand down to Armstrong’s corset and scoops out the left boob and then the right exposing Ivy to the FAWNatics, and whispers into the redhead’s ear, “Yer might be feeling a bit of a nip.”
Ivy’s face is nearly as crimson as her hair now, the strain of carrying more than double her body weight and the lack of air that’s being cut off by the Tesla Coil. The Steampunk Maven adding insult to injury now alternates between tweaking Ivy’s engorged nipples. The Southerner’s strong contingent of fans cheer for her to make it to the ropes, and not to tap, but since being trapped Ivy has been unable to move for fear of falling. Then her left leg gives out dropping her to one knee, Chelsea bears down on all three points, squeezing the body scissors tighter, wrenching back on Ivy’s neck, and now in full maul of Ivy’s milky white breasts.
Armstrong reaches up trying to pull Dagger’s arm away from her throat, but has little success as she’s now been locked into the Tesla Coil for nearly a minute. It looks like the former FAWN champ may have to tap out to the Steampunk Maven when Dagger simple unlocks the Coil and stands over the crumpled redhead. The blonde walks around the groaning Uriah native nugging her with bare foot every few steps. It’s not often the FAWNatics see the Bama Slama in such a state, but looking very clear that Ivy is in trouble. Chelsea uses her foot to push Ivy to her back and places bare foot on bare breast grinding the soft flesh under heel as she order the referee to count.
The crowd gasp at the gall of the Pneumatic Knock to go for such a disrespectful pin.
ONE…
TWO…
THRKICKOUT!
Ivy is hurting and looks like she’s out of gas, but the veteran would never allow someone to beat her in such a manner.
“Suit yerself deary.” Chelsea smirks as she reaches down pulling Ivy’s head up between the blonde’s own thighs.
Dagger reaches down grabbing the waistband of Ivy’s Daisy Dukes and pulls the redhead up. The Steampunk Maven gives Armstrong’s Southern Charm’s a few swats before she reaches between Ivy’s legs and grabs on to both dangling wrists and pulls them up into Ivy’s undercarriage. The set up for the Pneumatic Knockout’s finish in place, Chelsea rolls Ivy up her body catching her in sort of a bear hug, and then the Scot sits out driving Ivy into the canvas power bomb style finishing her The Shape of Things to Come.
THE SHAPE OF THING TO COME:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=dyzL6IO8410
If Ivy wasn’t out before she hit the thinly padded plywood, she is now. Chelsea hooks her ankles over Ivy’s extended arms and scoots in pushing her Southern Charms higher in the air as she hold the unconscious redhead to the canvas.
ONE…
TWO…
THREE!
Ivy doesn’t move even after the count, and Chelsea sits still holding the redhead for several moments grinning at the crowd. The referee stands and moves over to the blonde tapping her shoulder, “Ok Chelsea, you can let go now.”
The FAWNMania crowd cheering and booing in almost equal measures, Dagger shoves Armstrong aside and stands offering her wrist to the referee. The ring announcer makes it official, “YOUR WINNER….BY PINFALL….THE PNEUMATIC KNOCKOUT…CHELSEA DAGGER!”
The Steampunk Maven curtseys to each side of the ring, and turns back towards the still motionless redhead. Pushing the official out of the way Chelsea rolls Ivy to her back and stares down on her defeated opponent, “Looks like we know who the better corseted wrestler is now.”
Dagger then undoes the button on Ivy’s Daisy Dukes and begins tugging them down the long alabaster legs of their owner. The referee tries to protest, but Chelsea just smirks, “To the winner goes the spoils.”
Ivy is left in a red and black Thong that matches her corset, Dagger inspects her prize and flips it over a shoulder, “It will do for greasing the cogs and gears.”
As the Pneumatic Knockout leaves, all the fans speculate two things…
ONE… Ivy will not be happy about the pilfering of her Daisy Dukes.
And
Two…This will probably not be the last time they see the Bama Slama and Steampunk Maven in the ring.
A Doorbell rings…
And the Drums, then bass…and WOAAAHHHH!
The crowd knows the song, and now they know who the songs belongs too in FAWN.
FRATELLIS - CHELSEA DAGGER
www.youtube.com/watch?v=sEXHeTcxQy4
The FAWNatics seem mixed about Chelsea as she walks out from behind the curtain, she is in a maroon petty coat like dress, but the front is open except for a short skirt and fishnet stockings with black lace running around the edges. Dagger has a red and black corset under a red riding jacket. In her hand is a cane with assorted buttons and knobs. The Steam Punk Maven wears boots with three inch heels. Around the newcomers neck is a pair of goggles mostly leather with brass rings for the eyes and pink colored lens. Topping it all is a very small black top hat with a lace train and flowers.
CHELSEA DAGGER:
The busty blonde smiles and nods at those in attendance, but she doesn’t press flesh with any of them. Chelsea makes it to the corner of the ring near the steel ring stairs and a FAWN production person comes trotting up, the over dressed Pneumatic Knockout begins removing layer after layer, the hat, the jacket, the petty coat and cane all get turned over to the lacky, and finally Chelsea removes the boots and heads into the ring with just the thigh high fishnets stalking covering her feet.
The Ring Announcer waits for the Burlesque Brawler to start climbing into the ring before he makes the first official in ring introduction, “Our next match is one fall with a thirty minute time limit. Introducing first, from Glasgow Scotland…She’s stands five foot six inches and weighing in at one hundred and thirty four pounds…Our Lady of Gears…Chelsea Dagger!”
The Pneumatic Knockout slips through the ropes and gives the crowds a smile as she allows the referee to check over her togs before the battle. Chelsea tugs on the corset making some final adjustments as she waits for the Sweet Alabaman to arrive.
“And introducing next...standing five feet eight inches tall, and tipping the scale at one-hundred and twenty pounds...from Uriah, Alabama...she is IIIIVVVVVVYYYYYY ARMSTRONG!”
www.youtube.com/watch? v=HmsxULFf5oc
“Wild Eyed Southern Boys” by .38 Special comes blasting through the arena's PA. Grabbing the curtain with both hands and tearing it open, the redhead struts down the aisleway, her hips sashaying with silent temptation. She wears a red and black satin corset and her iconic denim shorts, evoking both an Antebellum grandeur as well as Good Ol' Girl country swagger. The shorts reveal a conspicuous degree of her backside, and instead of the discreet ankle which a saucy Southern belle might have once shown, the redhead has on display her full legs in all of their lithe splendor, perched upon a pair of sassy high heels. As she confidently struts toward the ring, she pauses before one avid fan at the barrier, waving a sign that reads THE CRIMSON TIDE ROLLS OVER THE HIGHLAND LASSIE! Cupping his face with her hands, she plants a kiss on his forehead, then whispers something into his ear that causes his knees to buckle and his friends to whoop, holler and high five one another.
Never let it be said Ivy wasn’t willing to give her all for the fans.
IVY ARMSTRONG:
Her fan outreach completed, Armstrong resumes her march to the ring, a contented smile on her lips, and her black eye-lined green eyes half-lidded like a jungle cat on the prowl. At ringside, she grabs the ropes and pulls herself up to the apron. Stepping over to the center of the ring apron, she turns to face the crowd even as her arms reach up on either side so that her hands can grasp the top cable. First she kicks off one shoe into the scrambling throng, and then the other, leaving her barefooted. Then, with a gracefulness that would put Cirque du Soleil to shame, she flips up and over the strands in a graceful arc, alighting gently inside of the ring. The end result is an eruption of gratitude from the entranced crowd.
One inside the ring, she gives a sudden burst of energy, dashing to a corner and clambering up the turnbuckles, standing astride the middle ropes with her arms outstretched to receive the adulation of her rowdy fans. She then alights to the mat, her bare soles padding softly across the canvas as she steps to center ring for the referee's final instructions. But rather than turning her attention to the official, her eyes are focused solely upon her opponent.
Before joining the referee and Ivy at mid ring Chelsea reaches down unhooking the garter belts from the fishnet stockings and peels those off, then turns and throws one to the right and the other to the left. A riot nearly breaks out as fans fight for the souvenirs. Dagger strolls out to the center of the ring, if they weren’t about to tear into each other it looks like this pair was a tag team, both in their red and black corsets, legs and feet bare. The only difference being Chelsea’s small skirt and Ivy’s cut off denim. The referee starts, “You both know the rule’s, let’s try having a clean fight.”
Both women smirk, and a chuckle escapes Ivy’s lips, the man corrects himself, “Ok, just don’t make me DQ either of you, you know Bethany hates DQ’s”
Ivy gives her sweet smile, “Ah do believe we can oblige”
Chelsea nods, “Stap yer Havering.”
Both the referee and Ivy give the blonde a “WTF” look, but the referee sends them back to their corners to begin the match.
DING...DING…DING!
The FAWNmania crowd roars as the pair move straight at each other and tie up in a collar and elbow. The struggle is a short one as Ivy breaks the lockup by pulling Dagger’s arm around and up behind her back in a hammerlock.
The Pneumatic Knockout grunts slapping her shoulder to keep the blood flowing, Dagger tries several escapes, reaching between her own legs to try and snare one of the redheads, reversing the hammerlock, but Ivy turns it right back around on her. Chelsea tries reaching back over her shoulder for Armstrong’s head, but nothing seems to work. They move around the ring, Ivy leading the Scot where she wants, but the Steampunk Maven brings her free arm back and clocks Ivy in the side of the head.
Ivy staggers backwards, shaking her head to try and keep the cobwebs from forming as the Scottish Adventuress turns and comes after her. Chelsea sets into Armstrong and hoists the Alabaman up in the stall position for a body slam. The blonde clearly has a handful of Ivy’s Daisy Dukes as she turns and slams the FAWN veteran to the canvas. Ivy landing flat arches her back, hand going to her spine as she groans.
As her lithe body arches up from the impact, the 'Bama Slamma provides too tempting a target for the blonde to pass up, so Chelsea drops a boot stomp to her opponent's bare belly, flattening Armstrong to the mat with a whoosh of air from the redhead. Rather liking the position her adversary is in, the Steampunk Stunner suddenly jumps up, and let's Newton's theory of gravity bring her back down, her powerful thigh dropping with the blonde's full weight behind it across Ivy's chest, further winding her.
Quickly rolling off of her rival, Dagger's brow knits in concentration as she focuses on the battle plan she concocted prior to the match. It's well known that Ivy Armstrong's legs are among the most lethal in FAWN, and of course her 'Southern Charm' headscissors is a destination no wrestler wants to find herself in. Thus, Chelsea determined, she'll just have to deprive the Southern gal of the most potent weapon in her arsenal.
Standing up, Dagger seizes the right gam of her opponent, lifts it up, and gives Ivy a sharp kick to the back of her thigh. She then suddenly drops down, drilling her right knee into the tender left inner tight of the redhead, drawing a sharp gasp of pain from her. Continuing her assault, Chelsea gets up again, lifts and spreads her adversary's legs apart by the ankles, and now does a double leg drop onto both of Ivy's thighs. The impact causes the redhead to sit bolt upright, but she's send sprawling onto her back again by an uppercut from the blonde.
The next few minutes unfold with the uncommon sight of the 'Bama Slamma being ruthlessly battered and left hapless, as Chelsea kicks, stomps and twists her fabled stems. The assault, unfurled with laser-like precision, overwhelms Armstrong, and all she...and her multitude of fans...can hope for is an opportunity arising soon for her to somehow escape the torment.
But as far as the Pneumatic Knockout is concerned, that opportunity isn't about to come anytime soon. Shoving the panting Ivy over onto her belly, Chelsea drops a knee into her spine. The then grasps the redhead's right leg and pulls it up and over the back of Dagger's own neck, securing a body-wrenching stretch muffler. Ivy wails in pain, fists pounding at the canvas as her limber leg is agonizingly torques. "How about it Ivy, ready to submit?" the referee asks. "Of course she's not," the blonde answers for her. "She knows I still intend to have some more fun with her!" The words are chilling to Armstrong's ears.
Chilling but also infuriating, who does this Cos-play joke think she is. Ivy digs her elbows into the canvas and pulls the pair closer to the ropes. Chelsea snorts something incoherent as Armstrong begins to make progress, the Pneumatic Knockout sends a reminder to the red head as to just how vulnerable she is right now. Dagger slides her hand on Ivy’s thigh down to the edge of the Daisy Duke’s and squeezes as a less than subtle hint at the pain the Scottish woman could inflict. A veteran like Ivy hardly needs such warnings from some Eurotrash, Armstrong does pick up her pace though and reaches the bottom strand.
“I believe the standards say ah’ve a fiver to break?” The Queen of Cogs asks, knowing the answer.
The referee does give Dagger her five seconds, which Chelsea uses to pound her knuckles into Ivy’s alabaster inner thigh. When The Pneumatic Knockout steps back, Ivy can only drag the damaged gam a bit closer to the ropes, her face pinched in pain. The official kneels next to Armstrong, “You ok Ivy? I can stop this if your leg needs attention.”
Ivy bites her lip and shakes her head ‘No’ but she can only return to her feet with aid from the ropes. The referee watching Ivy doesn’t see Our Lady of Gears coming. Dagger begins by grabbing the back of Ivy’s head with her left hand, as her right arm laces up catching the Bama Slamma with a European Uppercut that nearly sends Ivy up over the top rope. The referee starts to complain, but then Chelsea takes Ivy’s right leg and hangs it over the middle strand before reaching down and grabbing the ankle and pulling straight up on it. Ivy cries out in pain as the rubber coated steel digs into her thigh.
The zebra does the only thing he can, “Off the Ropes Chelsea! ONE…TWO…THREE…FOUR!”
He doesn’t reach five, but as she steps back Chelsea kicks the middle strand sending it digging into Ivy’s gam. The ref steps between the battling duo and reads Dagger the riot act, but Ivy can’t remove herself from the strands as she leans down putting her forehead on the top strand. The pause in the action can only last so long, and it’s not nearly long enough for Ivy. Chelsea comes back and “Helps” Armstrong out of the ropes, but only to Irish whip her across the ring, Her legs suffering a blistering assault over the last few minutes the red head nearly stumbles and falls, but she rights herself and heads across the ring and rebounds back towards the Pneumatic Knockout.
Chelsea runs at Ivy and then launches into a low drop kick, Dagger’s bare feet hit Ivy’s thighs just above the knees sending her legs backwards and sending the redhead face first into the canvas. Ivy lies motionless as the Scot crawls over and pushes Armstrong to her back, “Ye might wanna be taken this bit o’ mercy.”
ONE…
TWO….
THRKICKOUT!
Ivy bucks loose from Chelsea’s grasp, the Bama Slamma refusing to lose at the biggest show of the year this way.
""Eh, still got a bit'o spark in ye," Chelsea says with a trace of admiration as she repositions herself. Lying parallel with the outstretched body of her opponent, the Victorian Vixen wraps her legs around Ivy's torso as her hands apply an ankle lock on her right leg. Armstrong snaps out of her stupor from the sudden pain as Dagger ruthlessly twists her ankle in a direction nature never intended.
Then, to add to her rival's distress, the blonde adjusts her left leg and presses the sole of her foot against the 'Bama Slamma's windpipe, choking her. The redhead gags and gurgles as her hands tug desperately at the foot to her throat. As the referee's count reaches five, Chelsea simply pulls her foot back a bit...and then promptly reapplies the choke, necessitating a new count, which repeats the cycle. At this point, it's plain that Our Lady of Gears is less interested in wrapping up the match than she is keeping the vaunted Ivy Armstrong helpless and at her mercy. With a worldwide audience watching, Dagger knows, this can only enhance her reputation.
In desperation, Armstrong blindly reaches for her tormentor's other foot. Going sans footwear in the ring herself, the redhead knows the perils of not having protective boots on, and she seeks to exploit that weakness in her opponent. Chelsea suddenly shrieks as Ivy begins to bend and twist her toes, and she answers the challenge. Releasing both her ankle lock and chokehold, Dagger seizes her adversary's left foot. But instead of targeting the toes, she begins to firmly press her thumbs into the soft arch, drawing a yowl of anguish from the redhead as she expertly targets the nerves. The two barefoot battlers continue torturing one another for long moments, until finally with a pained gasp, Armstrong is forced to release Chelsea's foot, the pain to her own simply too great to continue. The blonde gives a sly grin and taunts, "Anything ye can do, I can do better!"
Armstrong fights back tears as her opponent releases her, and she musters her fading strength in a bid to roll across the mat and under the ropes, seeking a respite on the floor below. However, just as her body starts to slip under the bottom strand, Dagger's hand flashes out and grabs Ivy's scarlet mane, and she drags the shrieking Southerner back to center ring by her hair. Armstrong's multitude of fans are shocked and dismayed by how she is being dominated. And no one...least of all the Pneumatic Knockout herself...can fail to notice how the chorus of "CHELSEA DAGGER" chants grow louder with every passing minute.
As Dagger finds new fans Ivy loyalist begin chanting “IVY” trying to drown out Our Lady of Gears converts. In the ring Chelsea loops an arm over Ivy’s shoulder and the other between her porcelain like legs and scoops the redhead up with surprising ease. The Scottish Adventuress uses a handful of Ivy’s cut offs to hoist her on to a shoulder and allows Armstrong to think about her position for a moment as she waits for the inevitable crash landing. The Southern doesn’t take long to start squirming, like in a honky tonk in Uriah on a Saturday night Ivy looks for the back door.
The Pneumatic Knockout though turns the former champ over slamming her flat on the canvas, Ivy’s back arching as the tingles run the length of her spine. Chelsea moves to Armstrong’s left side and falls down driving her elbow into the redhead’s chest between her cleavage and shoulder. Again Ivy spasms in pain, her face twisted as the fans have rarely seen. The Steampunk Maven allows the jolts to pass and then pulls Ivy under her and hooks a leg for the cover.
ONE…
TWO…
NO!
Ivy bucks like a new colt pulling her shoulder off the canvas with a full second to spare. Armstrong sits up with the blonde kneeling behind her, Ivy trying to regain some of her foggy focus. Chelsea gives the ref a glance, but even the most dastardly heels in FAWN would have a hard time complaining about that count.
Instead Chelsea reaches out and makes use of Ivy’s crimson locks again to pull the Bama Slama to her feet. The Pneumatic Knockout turns the redhead around and pulls her in so the top of Ivy’s head presses against the blondes large bosom. Ivy’s arms hang limp swaying under her while Chelsea palms the back of her head and brings a scathing European Uppercut crashing into the Southerner’s jaw line. Knocked backwards Ivy’s arms windmill as she staggers into the ropes, her arms draping over the top strand, The crowd still cheering for both ladies grows quite as the Steampunk Maven moves in and places one hand under Ivy’s chin. Chelsea even puts a finger to her lips “SSSHHSing” the crowd before the palm strike crashes down on the Ivy’s alabaster cleavage and the crack of flesh rings out through the arena.
The Scot turns and races off to the opposite ropes leaving Ivy hanging like Sunday’s laundry, hitting the far ropes the blonde turns racing back. Ivy sagging on the ropes looks helpless as the Pneumatic Knockout returns, but as Chelsea raises her leg to put a bare foot into Ivy’s mug, the veteran rolls along the ropes out of harms way. The crowd supporting Ivy grows louder when the Southerner escapes, and when they see Dagger now tangled in the ropes her foot shot over the top rope leaving her in a sticky position.
At first Ivy doesn’t see the gift she receives, but once the fog starts to clear she jumps at the chance to give Our Lady of Gears some payback. Ivy turns and begins kicking the back of Dagger’s shapely thigh over and over until the referee backs her off and Chelsea collapses to the canvas clutching the damaged gam. Ivy moves back to the center of the ring and gives her Daisy Dukes a tug back into a more comfortable position, Chelsea tries getting to her feet gently testing the leg than just took a dozen or more kicks.
While Dagger is still unsure of the stability of her leg Armstrong moves in raising an arm, and with a tribute to the American Dream drives her elbow into the top of Chelsea’s head. The first one stuns the Pneumatic Knockout, but doesn’t take her down. Ivy reloads and bounces her elbow off the blonde’s noggin three more times before the final one floors the Steampunk Maven. Ivy turns yelling to the crowd and her fans cheer back, the newly found Steampunk fans grow a bit quitter as Chelsea groans on the canvas.
The (Crimson) tide now turned, a satisfied grin begins to play on the 'Bama Slamma's lips. With Dagger flat on her back and legs spread apart, the redhead decides to have a bit of fun; Ivy places the balls of her feet against the insides of Chelsea's thighs, and then suddenly Armstrong drops to the mat in a splits, her feet forcing out her opponent's legs violently beyond their range of motion. Dagger sits bolt upright, a shriek ripped from her throat and fear in her eyes that her hamstrings are about to pop. Ivy, sitting opposite the Steampunk Siren, gives the blonde a slap across the face, the alabaster skin of her cheek reddening.
Since she's not being held in place, Dagger is able to pull free. She flops to her side, hands massaging the screaming muscles of her thighs; thankfully, the magnificent condition of her legs spared her from serious injury, but the lingering pain is still enough to keep her docile at the moment. Now confident of triumph, Armstrong does a backroll and kips back up to her feet. Bending down, she grabs her adversary by her golden locks and hauls her back up, then Irish whips her into the nearest corner. Chelsea's spine impacts with the turnbuckles with a grunt, and that's followed by a trio of yelps as the redhead delivers three successive chops to the blonde's chest, her breasts bouncing wildly within her corset, threatening to burst free.
Next, Ivy drapes Dagger's left leg over the middle rope, followed by her right, leaving her hung up in the corner. The Steampunk's fans fear what comes next will be a dastardly attack to her nether works, but instead the redhead skips like a joyful little girl to the opposite side of the ring. She then sizes up her target, and suddenly tears across the squared circle, propelling herself like a wrecking ball at the blonde. And although Armstrong's figure may best be described as lithe, and hardly burly, she knows very well how to make every one of her one hundred and twenty pounds count for something like this. It could very conceivably be the match-ender.
But that theory goes unresolved, for at the last instant, calling upon her dwindling reserves of strength, Dagger manages to actually pull her right leg free of the rope and raise it up. Rushing toward her opponent, Armstrong can't stop in time, and she is met with the blonde's bare sole smashing squarely into her face!
The Southerner doesn't go down...rather, she reels backward on trembling stems, eyes glazed. As she staggers drunkenly around the ring, she throws a few sloppy fists at phantom opponents. Her fans gasp in fear as her predicament, while Chelsea manages to extricate herself from the corner. She then climbs up the turnbuckles to the middle ropes and launches herself into the air even as the redhead spins uncomprehendingly to face her. And this time both of Dagger's feet make contact, sledgehammering into Armstrong's chest, sending her sailing backward and landing with a hard bounce on the canvas. She lay there, spreadeagled, eyes blinking groggily at the arena lights above, as the Steampunk Maven climbs back up to her feet...and this time it's Chelsea's turn to smile.
The blonde’s smile fades as she stumbles towards the still prone Ivy, the match clearly taking a toll on both women. When the Steampunk Maven does arrive at Armstrong’s side Ivy is still flat on the canvas, Chelsea stomps a bare foot down on the Southerner’s left breast and then a second to her covered tummy. Ivy jolts each time her body is stomped, but the red head goes still again and the Pneumatic Knockout heads to the nearby corner and jumps on to the middle strand turning to face into the ring. Ivy’s arms are crossed over her stomach, the last place Dagger stomped her, when the heavier blonde leaps from the corner and drops her derriere down atop Armstrong’s modest bosom.
Ivy’s legs kick into the air and those close to the ring hear the air leaving the Alabaman’s lungs as Chelsea’s Burlesque Bomb explodes on to the FAWN veteran. Dagger enjoys her seat for a moment wiggling her backside to grind Ivy’s boobs down, then as she sees the ref moving in to make a three count the Scottish Adventuress spins off her perch and hair hauls Ivy back to vertical. The Bama Slama looks like she will fall with out Dagger’s hands holding her up, but then Chelsea moves behind Ivy and jumps on to her back and laces her right arm across the redhead’s throat locking her in the move Chelsea calls the Tesla Coil.
TESLA COIL @ 0:35
www.youtube.com/watch?v=k_SX-AZOLz0
Ivy staggers under the weight of the blonde, but even in her foggy state she knows if she falls to the canvas there may be no escape. Her alabaster gams quiver as Ivy tries to move towards the ropes, but even taking a step may cause her to collapse. Chelsea moves her free hand down to Armstrong’s corset and scoops out the left boob and then the right exposing Ivy to the FAWNatics, and whispers into the redhead’s ear, “Yer might be feeling a bit of a nip.”
Ivy’s face is nearly as crimson as her hair now, the strain of carrying more than double her body weight and the lack of air that’s being cut off by the Tesla Coil. The Steampunk Maven adding insult to injury now alternates between tweaking Ivy’s engorged nipples. The Southerner’s strong contingent of fans cheer for her to make it to the ropes, and not to tap, but since being trapped Ivy has been unable to move for fear of falling. Then her left leg gives out dropping her to one knee, Chelsea bears down on all three points, squeezing the body scissors tighter, wrenching back on Ivy’s neck, and now in full maul of Ivy’s milky white breasts.
Armstrong reaches up trying to pull Dagger’s arm away from her throat, but has little success as she’s now been locked into the Tesla Coil for nearly a minute. It looks like the former FAWN champ may have to tap out to the Steampunk Maven when Dagger simple unlocks the Coil and stands over the crumpled redhead. The blonde walks around the groaning Uriah native nugging her with bare foot every few steps. It’s not often the FAWNatics see the Bama Slama in such a state, but looking very clear that Ivy is in trouble. Chelsea uses her foot to push Ivy to her back and places bare foot on bare breast grinding the soft flesh under heel as she order the referee to count.
The crowd gasp at the gall of the Pneumatic Knock to go for such a disrespectful pin.
ONE…
TWO…
THRKICKOUT!
Ivy is hurting and looks like she’s out of gas, but the veteran would never allow someone to beat her in such a manner.
“Suit yerself deary.” Chelsea smirks as she reaches down pulling Ivy’s head up between the blonde’s own thighs.
Dagger reaches down grabbing the waistband of Ivy’s Daisy Dukes and pulls the redhead up. The Steampunk Maven gives Armstrong’s Southern Charm’s a few swats before she reaches between Ivy’s legs and grabs on to both dangling wrists and pulls them up into Ivy’s undercarriage. The set up for the Pneumatic Knockout’s finish in place, Chelsea rolls Ivy up her body catching her in sort of a bear hug, and then the Scot sits out driving Ivy into the canvas power bomb style finishing her The Shape of Things to Come.
THE SHAPE OF THING TO COME:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=dyzL6IO8410
If Ivy wasn’t out before she hit the thinly padded plywood, she is now. Chelsea hooks her ankles over Ivy’s extended arms and scoots in pushing her Southern Charms higher in the air as she hold the unconscious redhead to the canvas.
ONE…
TWO…
THREE!
Ivy doesn’t move even after the count, and Chelsea sits still holding the redhead for several moments grinning at the crowd. The referee stands and moves over to the blonde tapping her shoulder, “Ok Chelsea, you can let go now.”
The FAWNMania crowd cheering and booing in almost equal measures, Dagger shoves Armstrong aside and stands offering her wrist to the referee. The ring announcer makes it official, “YOUR WINNER….BY PINFALL….THE PNEUMATIC KNOCKOUT…CHELSEA DAGGER!”
The Steampunk Maven curtseys to each side of the ring, and turns back towards the still motionless redhead. Pushing the official out of the way Chelsea rolls Ivy to her back and stares down on her defeated opponent, “Looks like we know who the better corseted wrestler is now.”
Dagger then undoes the button on Ivy’s Daisy Dukes and begins tugging them down the long alabaster legs of their owner. The referee tries to protest, but Chelsea just smirks, “To the winner goes the spoils.”
Ivy is left in a red and black Thong that matches her corset, Dagger inspects her prize and flips it over a shoulder, “It will do for greasing the cogs and gears.”
As the Pneumatic Knockout leaves, all the fans speculate two things…
ONE… Ivy will not be happy about the pilfering of her Daisy Dukes.
And
Two…This will probably not be the last time they see the Bama Slama and Steampunk Maven in the ring.