Post by bigfan on Feb 5, 2018 22:33:40 GMT
If the preceding matches were any indication of future quality, 2018 was going to be a banner year for FAWN. And stacked as it was, Thrills, Chills and Spills had one more adventure in store for the thousands in attendance and the millions watching worldwide. “Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall with a thirty minute time limit and it is for the FAWN World Championship! Introducing first, hailing from Willow Grove Connecticut, she stands at five feet five inches tall and weighs in at one hundred and twenty seven pounds, she is the Fixer… RACHEL RAKER!”
RACHEL RAKER:
DARK HORSES:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=5IyRR_i0FAU
An immediate, albeit heavily mixed reaction from the crowd as Switchfoot’s ‘Dark Horses’ hit the speakers. The cheers from those happy to see the Cutthroat Counselor back in action after a sneak attack from the Black Hats left her on the shelf for most of 2017, as well as those fans that approved of the veteran’s smashmouth style of offense. The jeers (and rest assured, there were plenty) rose from the FAWNatics displeased that Raker’s swath of vengeance cut across any and everyone that crossed her path, be they detested heel or beloved babyface. Unmoved by either side of this grand debate, the Fixer brushed through the curtain and took in the whole audience with a single sweeping glare. For her first meeting with FAWN’s resident grand diva, the newly blonde battler sported a sleeveless black one piece featuring a plunging ‘V’ neckline, wide lapels, an exceptionally high military style collar and three shiny silver buttons descending in a straight line from the tip of the ‘V’ to just below her navel. The look was completed with glossy black pads and boots.
Satisfied with some silent assessment of those assembled, Raker made her way down the ramp to the ring without stopping to acknowledge any of the fans, not even one holding a sign that promised ‘ELIZA’S GONNA DO HARD TIME!’ Reaching the steps shortly thereafter, Rachel stomped her way to the apron where she wiped off the soles of her boots and slipped through the middle rope. From there she made a beeline to the side facing the hard camera and put one foot on the bottom rope and the other on the second rope. Finally hoisting a fist to acknowledge those brave enough to cheer, she quickly lowered it to her throat and drew it across thumb-first to make sure everyone knew the champ’s odds. The Blissful Choir didn’t appreciate it much and let her know about it full volume but Raker paid them no mind. She simply dropped down from her perch and stalked to the far corner, where senior official Nick Castle checked on her pads and boots.
With the zebra tending to the challenger, the FAWNatics sprang to their feet when the house lights faded to nothing. The lowered illumination led to the requisite hoots and hollers from the excited throng, which only got louder when a brilliant spotlight pierced the gloom. Standing dead center atop the stage, her back to the crowd, was a tall willowy brunette draped in a diaphanous robe that did next to nothing hide the limber strength of her frame… or the heavy belt strapped around her waist.
Always careful not to step on the Superlative Soprano’s favorite solo, the Announcer called, “And introducing her opponent! Hailing from London, England! She stands at five feet eight inches tall and weighs in at one hundred and twenty two pounds. She is the Renaissance Woman, the Superlative Soprano and the reigning and defending FAWN World Champion, ladies and gentlemen I give to you… ELIZA BLISSSSSS!”
ELIZA BLISS:
A sweet melodious set of notes reach to the heights, the highest high of soprano superlatives could only hint at the beauty of the operatic ecstasy. Eliza, her arms raised high, serenaded the crowd with her own entrance accompaniment, no one else able to reach the perfect notes of sweet rapture. After several seconds of, well, pure bliss, the Queen of the Spotlight grabbed the sash at her waist, yanked the robe open and let it fall at her feet.
The sight greeting the sold out crowd raised a ruckus that *almost* threatened to overpower Eliza’s high notes. In place of her usual black one piece was a set of deep blue briefs and a matching sleeveless crop-top that left the whole of her midsection bare. Across the seat of her trunks was a single word done in bold white strokes designed to make them look like they’d been illuminated by a spotlight. It read simply: BLISS. Below and beside, elbow and knees were protected by glossy blue pads, while the Briton’s wrestling boots matched the blue of her briefs.
Once the audience had enough time to take in her new togs, Eliza reached back with one hand, snapped the belt loose and flung it over her shoulder before whirling around to head down the ramp. Keeping one hand on the faceplate of her golden prize, Bliss tossed her hair with the other in between crisscrossing the aisle to slap hands with any and all extended her way. A standard bit of business for any babyface champion too, but Eliza’s treatment was all the more impressive because she continued to belt out a flawless rendition of the concluding aria of Giulio Cesare.
Finishing her performance with a single loop around the ringside aisle, Bliss quickly climbed the steps, then dipped into a deep curtsey as thanks for this latest round of thunderous applause. Once it died down she slipped through the ropes, strode to center ring and hoisted the belt one more time before handing it to Castle, who in turn handed it off to a tech so he could put the champ through a final inspection.
Uncharacteristically quiet since the culmination of her aria, the FAWN World Champion made no effort to go through her usual last minute warm-ups, Eliza having elected to stretch and loosen up behind the curtain so she didn’t have to take her eyes off the challenger for a second. Her vigil wasn’t out of concern for a sneak attack from the former Fixer or an attempt to unnerve the challenger, no, it was pragmatism that kept her gaze locked on the newly minted blonde. Rachel Raker had, to put it mildly, cut a swath through Orlando since her return at the beginning of the year, racking up impressive wins over Matsumoto, Montoya and finally Suguitan en route to her dance with the Renaissance Woman at Thrills, Chills & Spills. Bliss had watched all those bouts and scores more over the last couple weeks to ensure she was ready for Raker’s heavy hands and unforgiving submissions the instant the bell--CLANG!
Eliza was out of her corner like a shot, her quick approach a simultaneous effort to take the initiative and to prevent Rachel from swarming her against the buckles. Rachel closed on the Englishwoman with similar aggression, her fists out in front of her face in a rough edged boxing stance her opponents knew all too well. Eliza saw it and didn’t flinch, in fact she picked up her pace and met the blonde a little past center ring with a Collar & Elbow aggressive enough to force Raker back on her heels. It was a small opening but it didn’t stop Bliss, who double-pumped her right knee into the other woman’s midsection. Rachel ‘oooffhed’ and actually tightened her grip, so the Englishwoman planted on her left foot and THWHUMPED the broadside of her right thigh up across opposing abs.
That loosened the clench enough for Eliza to catch Raker’s left wrist in both hands, step back and twist her arm in a wide circle. Rachel grimaced, swatted at her shoulder, then suppressed a snarl when Bliss repeated the Wringer a second time. A third almost bent the blonde over double, so Eliza halved her grip, crooked her free arm into a ‘V’ and drove the tip of her elbow into Rachel’s exposed bicep. Raker cursed, made a fist and would’ve driven it into Blissy’s tummy if the Songbird hadn’t transitioned from Wristlock to Hammerlock, slipping around on Rachel’s six with that left arm pinioned snug between their bodies.
“You’re not punching me into a stupor tonight, luv.” Eliza promised as she forced her challenger up on tiptoe with the simple hold. “In fact you’re not going to punch much of anything for a OOWW BYTCHNNNGGGGHHH!”
Raker raised a foot, but rather than stamp Eliza’s toes she pressed her heel to the taller woman’s knee and raked the ol’ holy hell out of her shin. Bliss’s boot protected against the worst of the pain, yet it startled her enough to loosen the Hammerlock and that let Raker drive the base of her skull back against Eliza’s mouth. Rachel whirled the instant she was loose and managed to snug an arm around Bliss’s right leg before she could stumble into the clear. Strengthening her hooks with a hand palmed against the nape of Eliza’s neck, Rachel muscled her up and spun her over, a sort of no frills Scoop Slam that dropped the champion flat on her back. Didn’t stay there for long though, Bliss sat up and reached for the blo--PWAAAK!
Raker dropped to one knee and drilled a stiff right hand between her opponent’s eyes. Bliss stretched out flat, her groan of surprise curdling into a snarl of displeasure when Raker covered her with a Crossbody and hooked the far leg for…
QUICK SLAM & BASEMENT PUNCH:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=fggmrZPT9aY
ONE…
Eliza shoved her away well before ‘TWO’ and rolled onto her side to prevent a follow-up cover. It worked out fine in that regard, alas it proved ineffective against other punishment, as the Briton discovered when Raker snatched a handful of hair and yanked her to a seat. The Chinlock that followed immediately thereafter was snug but not unbearable, it wasn’t until Rachel hooked two fingers into her nostrils and started pulling that the Renaissance Woman realized she was in for a vicious encounter. Working hard to ignore the nasal quality of her groans, Bliss slapped, scratched and tore at the challenger’s arms, though she found no relief until Nick Castle dropped to one knee and barked, “Stop tearing at her face, Rachel! You’re better than that!”
Raker treated him to a baleful glare, but did indeed halt her assault on the brunette’s nose. (Any relief Bliss felt over this cessation was mitigated by Rachel jamming the point of one knee between her shoulders.) “You’re right, Castle.” she growled. “Why claw at this pretty face when I can just bash it in?”
The senior official was still processing the question when Raker slammed a quick hammer fist down on the brunette’s nose! Bliss cried out and coved her face in both hands, which made it easy work for Rachel to stretch her out flat on the canvas. Positioned over her foe, FAWN’s resident Cutthroat Counselor pulled Eliza’s hands away, then hopped up, planted her soles on Eliza’s forehead and treated it to a wicked scrape!
ROUGHHOUSING:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=i0p_f-EQZkk
The Superlative Soprano snarled and rolled to all fours, Bliss working hard to protect her face even as she clambered toward verticality. Rachel provided useful assistance in this quest, hooking Eliza in a loose Front Facelock and THWHAPPING half a dozen Overhand Forearm Smashes across the Englishwoman’s shoulders. Bliss soaked it up with a growl, set her feet and hooked her attacker around the thighs. Her positioning and leverage were more than good enough to muscle Raker off her feet, however the OG Pinstripe Powerhouse was having none of it, as Eliza discovered when Rachel THUMPED a single stiff Kneelift against her sternum. Bliss crumpled to one knee, let out a little ‘eep’ of displeasure as Raker hauled her back to boot leather.
Already off balance, Eliza’s footing grew all the more precarious following another rough Headbutt, this one across the bridge of her nose. Rachel saw her reeling, thought about saying something, decided to stuff a shoulder into the champion’s belly instead. Muscling the taller woman off her feet with something that would’ve been a Double Leg Takedown if she’d added a little more height or momentum. Instead she pointed Eliza at the far corner and took off at a run. Bliss sensed trouble coming and tried to wrest her way free with a well-placed elbow to the top of Raker’s head but in the end it came to naught and Rachel BWUUUNGED her opponent’s spine into the middle turnbuckle.
Aware that she was allowing the Fixer to swarm in just the way she’d hoped to prevent, Bliss grabbed for the top rope only to cry out in dismay when Rachel pulled her away and swung around in the same swift motion. Second verse, same as the first, with Raker pounding across the canvas at top speed just to drive her against the buckles with that unpleasant combination of Spinebuster and Spear.
COAST TO COAST CORNER SPINEBUSTERS:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=qafemJfZ8f0
“BREAK!” Eliza curled her left arm around the top rope and clung to it like a lifeline. “Get off me, Raker, I’m in the roNNNNGGGGHHHH!”
Rachel did as bade, then straightened up and put Bliss’s head on a swivel with a shotgun-blast of a left hand to the jaw. The Songbird’s knees turned to water and she would’ve sprawled out flat on her face if not for the support of the strands. “You better get your head in this fight right now, Bliss.” Rachel demanded as she backed off under the watchful eye of Nick Castle. “Unless you want to deliver your next aria with your jaw wired shut.”
Realizing firsthand why the returned Raker caught FAWN by the tail over the last month, a staggered Bliss tried to slip her way out of the corner, stumbling down the ropes to right, tugging the top cable with her right palm while keeping a ‘Don’t hurt me’ left jab out, flicking a couple harmless shots into Raker’s chest.
Rachel shook her head as she extended her left arm and swept the wobbly brunette back from whence she came.
“You’ll have to do better than runUHHH.”
The Fixer’s commentary was interrupted when Eliza dropped to her knees to deliver a Headbutt to Rachel’s lower abdomen. Raker doubled as she backpedaled, a burst of an exhalation escaping her lips.
“Better,” Raker gasped then moved forward to reclaim the Songbird. “But not good enUHHHHF.”
On her haunches, Eliza exploded forward with a right cross that dug into Rachel’s midriff. The blonde refused to give ground, but paid for that decision with a second and a third balled fist from the diva. A fourth sent Raker lurching for safer ground, spinning in a U-turn that put some distance between herself and the World Champion.
Reaching center stage, the stubborn Raker rounded on Bliss and charged a rising Eliza. The soprano, wrapping her arms around the top rope on either side of the corner, met Rachel’s charge with raised, extended legs that surrounded the incoming blonde’s noggin and clamped tight in a Headscissors. Raker reflexively reached for the stems and tried to pry them apart with no success, her face growing rosy from the Eliza’s clenching calves.
Bliss folded her legs at the knees and drew Rachel into a headbanging collision with the middle buckle, the former convict’s noggin snapping back from the impact. Raker folded thighs on calves, looking substantially less fierce than she had moments before and the champ dropped into a Schoolgirl Press, Eliza’s knees on Rachel’s biceps.
Castle dropped for the count, getting in close to make the call with the…
ONE…
TWO…
The third slap was about to come down when Nick noticed Eliza had a hold of the bottom rope on either side of the pin, giving her extra leverage as she leaned forward in an illegal effort to end the match early. Indeed, the squirming Rachel remains down for the would-be ‘THREE’, but Castle called Blissy out, pointing to the infraction.
A smirking Eliza copped to her crime with a shrug and a congratulatory “Good call” to Castle. She rose off her foe and stepped on Rachel’s bosom as she walked on and past the decked challenger.
A pleased Bliss turned and watched Raker unfold her legs and scramble to all fours.
“Some advice your sister might have given you,” the diva informed, “Don’t tell the champ how to wrestle.”
Eliza folded her raised and upturned right palm to motion Raker back into the fight. Rachel slapped the mat and rose. Bursting up from one knee, she rushed the Brit, but Bliss pivoted and lifted a knee of her own into the blonde’s gut, the force of it enough to sends Rachel tumbling over in a front flip that ended with the challenger flat on her back.
KITCHEN SINK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=oOjTLcG3OCg
Breathing hard, the former consigliore for VanBuren & Associates hugged her gutted midriff. The blonde got a matching bruise to the spine when Eliza THWHACKED a Soccer Kick into the lower backbone of the Fixer, sending a shockwave of pain up her vertebrae. Rachel arched in anguish, managing little in response when Eliza snatched her head with both hands and dragged Raker to her feet.
Sliding to a stance alongside the challenger, Eliza wrapped an arm around the bruised midsection of the Fixer while ducking her head under her foe’s near arm. Scooping behind the near thigh of Rachel, the slender soprano showed her sinew, lifting Raker with relative ease so the blonde was horizontal when level with her shoulders. Bliss dropped to one knee and sent Rachel plummeting across the plank of her thigh in a wicked Backdrop Backbreaker.
BACKDROP BACKBREAKER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=HWthLMpEXw8
If Raker didn’t already understand she’d stepped up in class against the white-hot Songbird, she did as she writhed on the canvas, grasping at the base of her spine while Bliss passes on the pin attempt.
“Welcome back, Rach,” Bliss purred as she circled in predatory fashion.
Eliza stomped Raker into a flaxen-haired mudhole to consolidate her advantage knowing the returnee managed to wear down her previous foes with an insidious brutality that emerged even after being on the receiving end earlier in her matches. There could be no letting up now.
Even as Eliza started to pull Rachel up by a wrist and shoulder, Raker used the opposite fist to DRIVE a punch into Blissy’s navel, Eliza releasing a guttural groan, the diva lifted to tiptoes from the challenger‘s strength of shot. But a pointed elbow in return to the back of Raker’s neck upended the fleeting comeback.
Side by side, in opposite directions, Eliza wrapped an arm around the throat of her foe and threw Rachel down onto the bended knee behind her when Bliss genuflected. The first portion of her ‘Encore! Encore!’ complete, Eliza instantly hopped to her feet and PLANTED Raker’s face and chest into the deck with a Reverse STO.
ENCORE, ENCORE!
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ro8E3HZ6Db4
Showing her toughness, Rachel bounced up to all fours from the collision, but she seemed in a frozen daze, motionless while the World Champion rose. Furious from the earlier disrespect shown her, Eliza piefaced the back of Rachel’s braincase.
“You’re hot, Rach, but you have to be scorching to beat the best.”
Eliza grabbed a handful of golden tresses and hauled a dilapidated Fixer to her feet. She tugged Raker’s head into a Front Facelock and lifted her opposite arm high, letting loose with the perfectly sublime high C that longtime FAWNatics knew was the precursor to her ‘Understudy Blues’ DDT.
The Songbird leapt, shooting her alabaster lower limbs behind her, then swung ’em down and through to punctuate a vicious maneuver that STUCK the crown of Raker’s skull into the canvas like a lawn dart. Rachel tumbled over into a sprawl, her body shuddering then falling still.
Ready to pull the curtain on another highly hyped challenger, Eliza took a moment to enjoy the sight with a peek over her shoulder then rotated on her hip and crawled to Rachel, dropping into a Crossbody, hooking the fixed Fixer’s far leg for the…
UNDERSTUDY BLUES:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=jkQArPyqpGM
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOO!
Rachel threw a shoulder off the canvas emphatically, the diva bumped to all fours from the thrust. Jaw dropping wide, she stared at Castle who held up two fingers, confirming Blissy’s shock and alarm.
Finding her composure after a quick (albeit flawless) recitation of the scales, Eliza slung a leg over the downed challenger, snatched a handful of hair and went to work on Rachel’s hairline with a flurry of short, sharp punches. Such brawling wasn’t usually in her wheelhouse, but Bliss was more than capable of throwing hands when called upon and something in the blonde’s earlier tone told Eliza she needed to instill some respect in ‘Ronnie’s older sister. This she did for a good five seconds and four more better seconds, Bliss increasing the strength and pace of her barrage until forced to relent near the end of Castle’s count.
On her feet with both hands raised, the Superlative Soprano held the pose long enough to satisfy the ref, then offered her fans a deep bow that ended with a strong hold of Rachel’s flaxen locks. “On your feet, tuff girl.” Bliss taunted as she peeled Raker off the mat in stages. “This lesson in respect is far from over.”
The Fixer offered no reply, so Eliza switched over to a Wristlock which she used as a pivot to swing Raker in a wide circle, thus building a whole lot of extra momentum before she BWUUUUNGED her chest-first against the nearest corner. Mouth hung agape in the wake of the sternum-bruising impact, Rachel stumbled away from the buckles only to offer her arms to the Briton in a Double Chickenwing. Happy roars from FAWNatics and opera aficionados alike as Eliza wrenched the challenger’s arms behind her back and planted a quick kiss on one cheek. Raker snarled, went to bite, found nothing because Bliss wedged her head between blonde shoulders and twisted them both around so Rachel was bent facing the mat with her arms strapped snug in the Englishwoman’s grasp. With Rachel confined to her shadow, Eliza threw back her head and offered up one more gorgeous high note, perfect prelude to a match-ending DecresceNOOOO!
Rachel wrenched loose of the brunette’s grip only to answer with one of her own, namely a Waistlock hard enough to qualify as a Reverse Bear Hug. Grimacing as the stone of Raker’s knotted fists ground against her midriff, Bliss dropped her knees and snatched at blonde wrists only to let out a crystalline scream when the Cutthroat Counselor hurled her up, over and--BWUUUUNG! The German Suplex slammed Eliza spine-first into the top turnbuckle, a bit of swift, brutal revenge for Rachel’s own collision a moment prior.
CORNER GERMAN SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=HZ3JT22PudQ
Butt resting heavy and sullen on the middle buckle, Eliza’s situation grew all the more discordant when Raker took the second strand in both hands and used it to power the Shoulderblock she buried in the taller woman’s gut. Half a dozen more followed in short order, Rachel getting a little deeper with each encroachment until only the ring-post and Castle’s count stopped her progress. “Can’t win a World Title in the corner, Rachel.” Nick noted as his charge grudgingly cleared off. “Let’s take it back out there, ok?”
Raker looked over the shopworn chassis of the FAWN World Champ before she nodded her approval. “Fine. But I do it my way. Back up.”
Now it was the ref who did as bade, giving the black-clad hardcase plenty of room as she stomped in and muscled Blissy into a seat on the top turnbuckle. The shuffling roused Eliza from her stupor, at least enough to grab a handful of blonde hair. Raker didn’t mind or perhaps she was simply willing to endure a small indignity to retaliate with one far larger, a straight left hand delivered to the Brit’s groin! Eliza shrieked and slopped forward, all thoughts of offense and defense forgotten in the aftermath of Raker’s Low Blow. “You might be one of the best wrestlers in the world, Eliza. That belt you brought to the ring confirms as much.” The challenger punctuated her observation with a seemingly contradictory flurry of slaps to the other woman’s vulnerable face. “But princess, as good a wrestler as you are, you’ll never win a FIGHT with me.”
The Renaissance Woman squeaked a rebuttal unheard (or possibly ignored) by the Fixer, who’d already turned her back on Bliss. If Eliza thought this meant a moment’s peace she was sorely mistaken, as Rachel reached up n’ back with both hands to seize her Brit by the biceps. Forcing Bliss’s arms up to shoulder level in a sort of front-facing Crucifix, Raker forced the brunette to stand on the middle rope, then stepped out and tossed Eliza like the world’s most gorgeous lawn dart! Her horizontal journey proved brief, as Rachel caught her around the thighs before she’d gone more than a few feet. Alas the descent proved far more troubling, what with Raker sitting out to THA-WHAM Bliss down flat on her face, chest and belly. Splattered and silent after the Whistleblower, the Songbird proved little more than deadweight for the challenger to muscle over for the…
THE WHISTLEBLOWER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=1WmKe7wgf0A
ONE…
TWO…
THRNO!
Bliss bridged out of the cover immediately after ‘TWO! with an intensity that told Raker there was still plenty of work to do. Resting on her knees beside the weakened battler, Rachel tucked some hair behind her ears as she mulled her next-- sympathetic groans from the fans and a round of high-pitched wails from Eliza, the brunette twisting like snake with a broken back when Eliza affixed a claw between her thighs.
“I can’t believe you thought you could take a shortcut by grabbing the ropes.” Rachel broke the hold when Castle stepped forward, then reapplied it the instant he fell back! Her second incursion earned a warning and count, the latter of which she worked all the way to ‘FOUR’ Unmoved by the crowd’s less than favorable reaction to her roughhousing, Raker took possession of her foe’s ankles, got up and straightened out those strong stems with a single convulsive yank. “Shortcuts don’t work on me, Bliss. Do you know why?” Rachel asked after she’d stretched Blissy’s legs in a wide ‘V’.
Aware that she was in a very dangerous position, Eliza still couldn’t stop herself from a snarky reply. “I’d wager a former prison snitch such as yourself is quite wise to all manner of decepNNNNNGGGHHHHH!”
Raker dropped to one knee, slamming it into the champ’s undercarriage as hard as she could. “Not even close you scrawny little bytch.” Raker stood up, tucked opposing shins under her armpits and lifted Eliza until the Briton was practically trapped in a headstand. “It’s because I know the rules inside and out. So I know how to enforce them… and I know how to break them.”
On that ominous note she stepped back and dropped to one knee, which in turn wedged Bliss’s face and chest against the mat while simultaneously wrenching the whole of her back in an agonizing ‘C’ shaped curve.
TORTURE CRAB:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=3WNNdVN4fYs
“AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH STAAAAAAAAAAAAAHP!” Eliza’s usually strong pipes sounded on the verge of cracking under the strain of Rachel’s agonizing Torture Crab.
Above her, Raker shook her head ‘no’ and sank a little lower, forcing the point of her knee into the small of Bliss’s back. “Submit.” the blonde demanded. “Don’t think I won’t break you in half… or go back to your prissy British trunks.”
Eyes locked on ropes that looked to be half a mile away, Eliza dug her flailing left hand into the canvas and draaaaaaaaaagged herself the tiniest bit closer to freedom. “Deride my prissy British trunks at your peril, sweetness.” the straining brunette rasped. “After all, they’re going to snugged against your mouth when the bell OOOOOOWWWWWWW FAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!”
The Cutthroat Counselor tossed Bliss’s left leg away, not because she was tiring of the hold, but because it allowed her unrestricted access to the champ’s togs when she applied the Crotch Claw for the third time in recent memory!
Eliza’s lungs pushed her to a squealing high C that might have broken glass if the beer cups in the stands hadn’t been of the Solo variety. The champion hyperventilates between piercing notes as Raker dug her digits into the tender tissue, squeezing and dragging her nails before clutching her palm into her foe’s privates once more.
“Ask her!” Rachel demanded. “I believe she has something to tell you, Castle.”
But the Blackbird kept as silent as she could manage, biting her lips between sobs as the blonde tried to wrench the World Championship off of her through her crotch. Finally, out of frustration, The Fixer, having lived up to her name, released Eliza’s tenderized kitty and let her crumple into a fetal ball.
Rachel moved to the ropes and looked out on the FAWNatics, a sneer on her face.
“Make a note. THAT’S how you make a World Champion scream. Not that any of you could because none of you have what it takes to do what’s required. I know the law. I lay it down and I live by it!”
Giving the crowd a disdainful backhand wave, she returned her attention to the mewling Bliss. The Brit was on her knees, struggling to set up her defenses in a corner. She spun on her kneecaps in time to be pointed toward Raker, but Rachel snatched a handful of the Brit’s lush, dark locks. Raker hauled the champion to her feet with a tug, then shoved a forearm under Eliza’s chin to bend her foe’s head and neck back so Bliss only had sight of the ceiling.
With Eliza’s chest open and available, Raker SLAMMED a palm strike into the alabaster skin, drawing a loud chirp of pain from Blissy and a red outline of her paw above Eliza’s modest cleavage.
Pleased with herself, Raker piefaced the wincing Bliss then lifted a knee into the ivory tummy of the diva. As Blissy doubled from the breathtaking intrusion, Rachel backpedaled toward the opposite corner. She lifted a frame made from her thumbs and forefingers and placed the World Champion within it. Target acquired, she raced for Eliza, ready to lift a Knee Trembler into Eliza’s jaw and put the soprano on the canvas-covered stage for good.
Leaping, she boosted her bony cap to punch the Englishwoman’s ticket to FormerChampLand, but the Songbird managed to pivot and sweep the blonde past, Raker instead plowing her knee into the thin padding of the middle buckle. Bouncing out from the impact, there’s a definite hitch in the Fixer’s giddy-up as she limped toward center stage.
Eliza wasn’t keen to follow, instead sagging in the corner for a moment in recovery mode. But the superlative soprano was wise enough to know she had an opportunity the still raging pain below her beltline couldn’t stop her from using.
Grabbing the top rope on either side of the corner, Bliss hopped to a stance on the middle rope. As Rachel turned, Eliza seemed to realize she couldn’t risk going all the way up to serve a full helping of Sheer Bliss, so she fed the Fixer a toned down version from the second story. Taking flight, she vaulted toward the spinning Raker. Reaching the blonde in a tight tuck, knees pressed into Rachel’s chest, Eliza’s hands circled around the back of the challenger’s neck. Bliss let gravity do the rest as she RIPPED Rach off her boot soles and blew the blonde’s lungs to smithereens with a modified but still debilitating translation of her signature.
SHEER BLISS:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=AVLnMtTPuYg
Raker’s blasted halfway across the ring from the destructive impact, but Eliza’s in no shape to chase after. She laid on the canvas, staring into the rafters blankly while Raker, likewise splattered, at least tried to shake her senses back into place and cough in a breath or two.
Concerned, the FAWNatics pleadingly chanted “LET’S GO BLISS-EEE” and an arm rose. “LET’S GO BLISS-EEE” echoes once more. A strident high note reaches the apex of the bowl and Eliza kipped to her feet to the roar of the assembled, catching up with Raker’s by-the-creaky-numbers climb to vertical.
The women moved to each other and swung overhand rights that locked blonde and brunette arm in arm. But Eliza added a cradle of Raker’s near leg and launched the Fixer over in a tight front flip. The titleholder dropped Rach to bended knee halfway through, cracking a few vertebrae of the challenger with a somersault lift backbreaker.
SOMERSAULT LIFT BACKBREAKER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=mkcHAQ528yc
As a yelping Raker reflexively rose to a seated position upon her reaching the deck, clutching at her lower spine, Bliss was at the ready after this connection. She forced the blonde flat to the canvas and climbed on top in a lateral press for the…
ONE…
TWO…
Raker kicked out emphatically, sending the brunette tumbling away, but the Englishwoman used the momentum to shoot to her feet and stride to a rising Rachel.
The challenger struggled to vertical, wobbling to keep her rubbery stems beneath her. Eliza clamped on from behind, snaking her arms around the head and neck of her foe, cinching the limbs tight in a Sleeper Hold. The veteran immediately spasmed into motion, her arms flailing as she started to panic. Eliza bore down on her foe’s shoulders, pressing the grip in tighter.
Rachel’s hands finally moved to the arm drawn across her throat. Raker pried at the limb, her baby blues bulging as she could feel the pressure build inside her braincase like she’s underwater. Unable to break the grasp, the blonde tried walking her way to the ropes, but the champ won’t have it.
The dark-haired diva dipped slightly and threw her weight in reverse, dropping to her back, heaving Rachel up and over into a blasting back flip with the Sleeper Suplex.
SLEEPER SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=rVLoZzAvLI4
The Fixer landed on her chest with an echoing THUD. The veteran seemed more than a little creaky after the collision, flopping to her back and clawing at the air above her, Raker looking like a turtle turned on its shell, not knowing how to return to mobility.
A short distance away, Eliza rolled onto her stomach and pushed to all fours. What started as a beeline to Raker turned into a looping half circle when the blonde managed to sit up, Bliss going to great lengths to keep herself in the challenger’s blind spot. Jaw clenched to conceal a groan of pain as she returned to her full height, the Superlative Soprano raised her right hand overhead and curled it into a three-fingered talon to let the opera aficionados know the grand finale was set to begin.
Oblivious to the diva’s debilitating denouement, Rachel clambered to boot leather and only turned around once her initial sweep revealed Eliza nowhere in sight. “Nowhere to run you little byGUUUHHHHRRRRK!”
Bliss jammed her middle and ring fingers into Raker’s mouth and set them deep in the soft flesh beneath her tongue while her thumb gouged into the shelf of her foe’s chin. Strengthening the Cleft Note with a white-knuckle grip on her right wrist, the brunette jostled the hold from side to side and cooed, “Right here, dearest. Now would you prefer to surrender… or sob?” She bore down tighter and grinned at the shudder than ran through Raker’s knees. “Ask her, won’t you Mr. Castle?” the champ murmured. “I do believe this particular understudy lacks the fortitude to look me in the eyAAAARRRRRHHHHHHH GAAAAAHHHHD!”
Eliza jolted like she’d been touched by a live wire and Nick didn’t have to see her go up on tiptoe to know that the Fixer was once again working the Englishwoman’s trunks. “You desperate cow.” The Songbird’s usually melodious voice was little more than a hateful rasp. “You’re not going to beat me this wayooooooohhhhhhhhh I hate you so much.” The willowy brunette bore down on her own claw, but freed her left hand to defend against Rachel’s encroaching grip, which had so recently found its way beneath the defenses of her lycra.
Smiling even as Bliss’s deadliest note forced tears from the corners of her eyes, Raker administered her hardest squeeze yet and PWAAAK! Eliza’s head snapped to one side as Rachel caught her with a huge left hand. The Cleft Note fell away as did the Crotch Claw, but instead of falling into a weary clench the challenger managed to slip her right arm through the Songbird’s stems and hup her onto one shoulder. The additional weight on her weakened frame made Raker stumble so awkwardly the FAWNatics thought she’d tumble to the mat, yet in the end she steadied out and looped one arm over Blissy’s lower back while the other hand cupped the nape of her neck. Just like that she slung the Renaissance Woman forward and down while simultaneously sitting out, thus adding her own momentum to the Switchblade Smile that SPLATTERED Bliss across the deck. Eliza landed full force and Rachel was right there to hook the far leg in a domineering Crossbody good for…
SWITCHBLADE SMILE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=h6CLDU8cH0E
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO!
Eliza got a shoulder off the mat with a heartbeat to spare, which was the same amount of time her fans had to relax before the furious blonde got to her knees and scrambled into a Reverse Face Sit that saw her full weight brought to bear on Bliss’s upturned features!
“Give up!” she barked at the Brit, who was writhing in anguish beneath those grinding glutes. Bliss responded with a nastily painful raaaaaaaake of the challenger’s flanks, so Raker shifted her feet ever so slightly (the better to keep her seat’s shoulders off the mat) then went right back to the increasingly strained lycra armoring her foe’s center. “TAP!” the blonde roared over the muffled squealing of the World Champion. “YOU’RE DONE, BLISSSEEEERRRHHH GODDAMMIT!
Eliza hooked her thumbs into the hips of Raker’s bottoms and used the grip to lift the American high enough to sink her teeth into one suffocating cheek. Spitting the other woman out the instant she could breathe through her nose, a greasy-faced Songbird braced her elbows on the canvas and backpedaled / crab-walked into the ropes as fast as she could. “Buuuuhhh….bruuuuuhhh…break!” she huffed. “Kuuuhhh… keep her back, Castle! The woman’s a f*cking savNNNNGGGGHH!”
PANIC ATTACK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=aQz_ptmh5Rs
Rachel charged in and THWONKED the point of her right knee against Bliss’s chin hard enough to whiplash her noggin backward over the bottom rope.
“She’s in the ropes, Rachel.” Nick warned. “Back off.”
Raker didn’t even look at him as she hauled Eliza to rubbery legs. “Bytch tried to pin me with the ropes earlier, Castle. Only fair I use them to punish her.”
To that end she drew the woozy Englishwoman into a Side Headlock, forced her face against the top strand and stomped toward the corner, making sure to draaaaaaaaaag Bliss’s face every inch of the way. Eliza wailed pitiably and slapped and raked at her tormentor’s tummy and thighs, alas her callous constitutional didn’t end until the challenger smeared her against the turnbuckles. Leaning in close, the Cutthroat Counselor wedged a forearm across Bliss’s neck and sneered, “The World Title is mine, Bliss.” she paused, reached out and squeeeeeezed the brunette’s undercarriage one more time. “And so’s this. Get used to it.”
“Kiss my arse you cheap OOOFFFHHH!”
Raker slammed a knee into her opponent’s belly, then used it to muscle the Songbird into a seat on the top turnbuckle. From there she turned around, reached up and grabbed Eliza’s biceps, all the better to force her arms out at her sides in a slouched ‘T’.
“UNGH!”
Blissy drove a knee between Raker’s shoulders, followed up with two more when it didn’t free her arms. Hooking her other foot around the middle rope in hopes of keeping herself anchored, the Superlative Soprano aimed a little higher, driving her shot into the base of the blonde’s neck. “Let go of me you filthy eeeeerrrrgghhhh!”
Determined to blow the whistle a second time on this prissy little blackbird, Rachel squeezed Eliza’s biceps like she meant to tear off great handfuls of meat. “Not until I’m done, bytch.” she growled. “And maybe not even AAARRRRGGHHUUUURRRRHHHK!”
Eliza wrenched her left arm loose, curled that hand into a claw and scored Rachel’s eyes with extreme prejudice! Raker let loose and started to stagger away but the vengeful champ pulled her back with a handful of hair and locked the blonde in place with the Double Cleft Note she hadn’t used since Fawnamania!
Rachel keened and wailed but give the devil her due, the Note was less than three seconds old when she grabbed the top rope and shook it as hard as she could. “BREAAAAAAAG!” she spat around a mouthful of fingers. “BREAAAAG!”
Eliza only shook her head and smiled viciously. “What’s that, understudy? I’m afraid I don’t understand.”
“She’s in the ropes, Eliza.” Castle said quietly. “Let her go.”
The Songbird’s smile dropped away as she tried to shove her thumbs through Raker’s bottom jaw. “Not until I hear a count, dear sir.”
Nick obliged her and Bliss made the most of it, rocking so far back on her perch that Raker was forced onto tiptoe to relieve some, any of the anguish. Eliza set the blonde down when Nick hit ‘FOUR!’ not that this proved much reprieve for the Fixer. Indeed she’d barely registered the absence of the Cleft Note when Bliss reached down and wrenched her arms back in a Double Chickenwing. Standing up behind the bleary-eyed battler, Eliza blew her fans a kiss, then dipped her knees and vaulted over Raker in a gorgeous somersault. Of course beauty is in the eye of the beholder and Blissy’s gymnastics proved most ugly for Rachel who was torn from her moorings and THAWHAMMED down flat on her face, chest and belly!
AVALANCHE DECRESCENDO:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=3pHVr6w6biQ
Practically giddy in the shivering wake of the Avalanche Decrescendo, an exhausted Eliza shot the Half Nelson and knee-walked herself into a particularly satisfying (not to mention snug) Reverse Face Sit. Grabbing hold of the American’s wrists for good measure, Bliss stuffed them into the pit of Raker’s stomach as Castle and several thousand FAWNatics counted…
ONE…
TWO…
THREE!
The Renaissance Woman immediately collapsed onto her back in an exhausted sprawl, though she did manage to raise a hand when the Announcer confirmed, “Ladies and gentlemen, your winner via pin-fall and STILL the FAWN World Champion… ELIZA BLISS!”
Nick came over with the title and offered her a hand, which she accepted without hesitation. “Great show, champ.” the zebra noted. “A little too much roughhousing for my taste, but still, helluva show.”
“She started it, Nick.” the victorious brunette sighed as she slung the title over one shoulder. “I just finished it.”
Issue appropriately settled, Bliss limped to the ropes, hoisted the strap overhead and offered her followers a high ‘C’ that ended quite a bit sooner than usual thanks to the waves of pain radiating up from her center.
Gripped by an anger so hot it (almost) numbed her aches, Bliss whirled around and spotted Raker sitting next to Nick, who was kneeling beside her. Covering the distance in a few long strides, Eliza whipped the belt off her shoulder, pressed it to the side of Rachel’s head and shoved as hard as she could to effectively pieface the challenger with ten pounds of leather and gold.
“One warning, sweetness. Keep your hands out of trunks or I’ll snap them off at the wrists.”
Raker locked eyes with the champ, barely even twitching when a drop of blood from the fresh cut on her forehead dripped onto one cheek. “Don’t you dare threaten me, Bliss. That won’t end well for you.”
Eliza dropped into a deep squat and held the title inches from Rachel’s face. “Worked out pretty well tonight, didn’t it? Bliss straightened up and made a small show of ‘snapping’ the title around her waist. “Good as you are, you still don’t measure up to your sister. And you’ll NEVER measure up to me.”
Rachel was on her feet in a flash, but the sudden shift proved too much for her throbbing skull and she crumpled against the ropes. “This isn’t over, bytch.” she muttered. “Not by a long shot.”
Eliza smirked. “That’s what they all say at the back of the line, understudy.”
Raker started forward and Bliss moved to meet her but Nick spoiled all the fun by stepping in between.
“Enjoy your next time back up the mountain, Rachel.” Eliza murmured. “I’ll be here when you get to the top, just waiting to knock you down again.” Rachel fumed but said nothing, so Bliss bid her bloodied understudy adieu and left the ring, taking the spotlight, the fans and most importantly, the gold along with her.
RACHEL RAKER:
DARK HORSES:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=5IyRR_i0FAU
An immediate, albeit heavily mixed reaction from the crowd as Switchfoot’s ‘Dark Horses’ hit the speakers. The cheers from those happy to see the Cutthroat Counselor back in action after a sneak attack from the Black Hats left her on the shelf for most of 2017, as well as those fans that approved of the veteran’s smashmouth style of offense. The jeers (and rest assured, there were plenty) rose from the FAWNatics displeased that Raker’s swath of vengeance cut across any and everyone that crossed her path, be they detested heel or beloved babyface. Unmoved by either side of this grand debate, the Fixer brushed through the curtain and took in the whole audience with a single sweeping glare. For her first meeting with FAWN’s resident grand diva, the newly blonde battler sported a sleeveless black one piece featuring a plunging ‘V’ neckline, wide lapels, an exceptionally high military style collar and three shiny silver buttons descending in a straight line from the tip of the ‘V’ to just below her navel. The look was completed with glossy black pads and boots.
Satisfied with some silent assessment of those assembled, Raker made her way down the ramp to the ring without stopping to acknowledge any of the fans, not even one holding a sign that promised ‘ELIZA’S GONNA DO HARD TIME!’ Reaching the steps shortly thereafter, Rachel stomped her way to the apron where she wiped off the soles of her boots and slipped through the middle rope. From there she made a beeline to the side facing the hard camera and put one foot on the bottom rope and the other on the second rope. Finally hoisting a fist to acknowledge those brave enough to cheer, she quickly lowered it to her throat and drew it across thumb-first to make sure everyone knew the champ’s odds. The Blissful Choir didn’t appreciate it much and let her know about it full volume but Raker paid them no mind. She simply dropped down from her perch and stalked to the far corner, where senior official Nick Castle checked on her pads and boots.
With the zebra tending to the challenger, the FAWNatics sprang to their feet when the house lights faded to nothing. The lowered illumination led to the requisite hoots and hollers from the excited throng, which only got louder when a brilliant spotlight pierced the gloom. Standing dead center atop the stage, her back to the crowd, was a tall willowy brunette draped in a diaphanous robe that did next to nothing hide the limber strength of her frame… or the heavy belt strapped around her waist.
Always careful not to step on the Superlative Soprano’s favorite solo, the Announcer called, “And introducing her opponent! Hailing from London, England! She stands at five feet eight inches tall and weighs in at one hundred and twenty two pounds. She is the Renaissance Woman, the Superlative Soprano and the reigning and defending FAWN World Champion, ladies and gentlemen I give to you… ELIZA BLISSSSSS!”
ELIZA BLISS:
A sweet melodious set of notes reach to the heights, the highest high of soprano superlatives could only hint at the beauty of the operatic ecstasy. Eliza, her arms raised high, serenaded the crowd with her own entrance accompaniment, no one else able to reach the perfect notes of sweet rapture. After several seconds of, well, pure bliss, the Queen of the Spotlight grabbed the sash at her waist, yanked the robe open and let it fall at her feet.
The sight greeting the sold out crowd raised a ruckus that *almost* threatened to overpower Eliza’s high notes. In place of her usual black one piece was a set of deep blue briefs and a matching sleeveless crop-top that left the whole of her midsection bare. Across the seat of her trunks was a single word done in bold white strokes designed to make them look like they’d been illuminated by a spotlight. It read simply: BLISS. Below and beside, elbow and knees were protected by glossy blue pads, while the Briton’s wrestling boots matched the blue of her briefs.
Once the audience had enough time to take in her new togs, Eliza reached back with one hand, snapped the belt loose and flung it over her shoulder before whirling around to head down the ramp. Keeping one hand on the faceplate of her golden prize, Bliss tossed her hair with the other in between crisscrossing the aisle to slap hands with any and all extended her way. A standard bit of business for any babyface champion too, but Eliza’s treatment was all the more impressive because she continued to belt out a flawless rendition of the concluding aria of Giulio Cesare.
Finishing her performance with a single loop around the ringside aisle, Bliss quickly climbed the steps, then dipped into a deep curtsey as thanks for this latest round of thunderous applause. Once it died down she slipped through the ropes, strode to center ring and hoisted the belt one more time before handing it to Castle, who in turn handed it off to a tech so he could put the champ through a final inspection.
Uncharacteristically quiet since the culmination of her aria, the FAWN World Champion made no effort to go through her usual last minute warm-ups, Eliza having elected to stretch and loosen up behind the curtain so she didn’t have to take her eyes off the challenger for a second. Her vigil wasn’t out of concern for a sneak attack from the former Fixer or an attempt to unnerve the challenger, no, it was pragmatism that kept her gaze locked on the newly minted blonde. Rachel Raker had, to put it mildly, cut a swath through Orlando since her return at the beginning of the year, racking up impressive wins over Matsumoto, Montoya and finally Suguitan en route to her dance with the Renaissance Woman at Thrills, Chills & Spills. Bliss had watched all those bouts and scores more over the last couple weeks to ensure she was ready for Raker’s heavy hands and unforgiving submissions the instant the bell--CLANG!
Eliza was out of her corner like a shot, her quick approach a simultaneous effort to take the initiative and to prevent Rachel from swarming her against the buckles. Rachel closed on the Englishwoman with similar aggression, her fists out in front of her face in a rough edged boxing stance her opponents knew all too well. Eliza saw it and didn’t flinch, in fact she picked up her pace and met the blonde a little past center ring with a Collar & Elbow aggressive enough to force Raker back on her heels. It was a small opening but it didn’t stop Bliss, who double-pumped her right knee into the other woman’s midsection. Rachel ‘oooffhed’ and actually tightened her grip, so the Englishwoman planted on her left foot and THWHUMPED the broadside of her right thigh up across opposing abs.
That loosened the clench enough for Eliza to catch Raker’s left wrist in both hands, step back and twist her arm in a wide circle. Rachel grimaced, swatted at her shoulder, then suppressed a snarl when Bliss repeated the Wringer a second time. A third almost bent the blonde over double, so Eliza halved her grip, crooked her free arm into a ‘V’ and drove the tip of her elbow into Rachel’s exposed bicep. Raker cursed, made a fist and would’ve driven it into Blissy’s tummy if the Songbird hadn’t transitioned from Wristlock to Hammerlock, slipping around on Rachel’s six with that left arm pinioned snug between their bodies.
“You’re not punching me into a stupor tonight, luv.” Eliza promised as she forced her challenger up on tiptoe with the simple hold. “In fact you’re not going to punch much of anything for a OOWW BYTCHNNNGGGGHHH!”
Raker raised a foot, but rather than stamp Eliza’s toes she pressed her heel to the taller woman’s knee and raked the ol’ holy hell out of her shin. Bliss’s boot protected against the worst of the pain, yet it startled her enough to loosen the Hammerlock and that let Raker drive the base of her skull back against Eliza’s mouth. Rachel whirled the instant she was loose and managed to snug an arm around Bliss’s right leg before she could stumble into the clear. Strengthening her hooks with a hand palmed against the nape of Eliza’s neck, Rachel muscled her up and spun her over, a sort of no frills Scoop Slam that dropped the champion flat on her back. Didn’t stay there for long though, Bliss sat up and reached for the blo--PWAAAK!
Raker dropped to one knee and drilled a stiff right hand between her opponent’s eyes. Bliss stretched out flat, her groan of surprise curdling into a snarl of displeasure when Raker covered her with a Crossbody and hooked the far leg for…
QUICK SLAM & BASEMENT PUNCH:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=fggmrZPT9aY
ONE…
Eliza shoved her away well before ‘TWO’ and rolled onto her side to prevent a follow-up cover. It worked out fine in that regard, alas it proved ineffective against other punishment, as the Briton discovered when Raker snatched a handful of hair and yanked her to a seat. The Chinlock that followed immediately thereafter was snug but not unbearable, it wasn’t until Rachel hooked two fingers into her nostrils and started pulling that the Renaissance Woman realized she was in for a vicious encounter. Working hard to ignore the nasal quality of her groans, Bliss slapped, scratched and tore at the challenger’s arms, though she found no relief until Nick Castle dropped to one knee and barked, “Stop tearing at her face, Rachel! You’re better than that!”
Raker treated him to a baleful glare, but did indeed halt her assault on the brunette’s nose. (Any relief Bliss felt over this cessation was mitigated by Rachel jamming the point of one knee between her shoulders.) “You’re right, Castle.” she growled. “Why claw at this pretty face when I can just bash it in?”
The senior official was still processing the question when Raker slammed a quick hammer fist down on the brunette’s nose! Bliss cried out and coved her face in both hands, which made it easy work for Rachel to stretch her out flat on the canvas. Positioned over her foe, FAWN’s resident Cutthroat Counselor pulled Eliza’s hands away, then hopped up, planted her soles on Eliza’s forehead and treated it to a wicked scrape!
ROUGHHOUSING:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=i0p_f-EQZkk
The Superlative Soprano snarled and rolled to all fours, Bliss working hard to protect her face even as she clambered toward verticality. Rachel provided useful assistance in this quest, hooking Eliza in a loose Front Facelock and THWHAPPING half a dozen Overhand Forearm Smashes across the Englishwoman’s shoulders. Bliss soaked it up with a growl, set her feet and hooked her attacker around the thighs. Her positioning and leverage were more than good enough to muscle Raker off her feet, however the OG Pinstripe Powerhouse was having none of it, as Eliza discovered when Rachel THUMPED a single stiff Kneelift against her sternum. Bliss crumpled to one knee, let out a little ‘eep’ of displeasure as Raker hauled her back to boot leather.
Already off balance, Eliza’s footing grew all the more precarious following another rough Headbutt, this one across the bridge of her nose. Rachel saw her reeling, thought about saying something, decided to stuff a shoulder into the champion’s belly instead. Muscling the taller woman off her feet with something that would’ve been a Double Leg Takedown if she’d added a little more height or momentum. Instead she pointed Eliza at the far corner and took off at a run. Bliss sensed trouble coming and tried to wrest her way free with a well-placed elbow to the top of Raker’s head but in the end it came to naught and Rachel BWUUUNGED her opponent’s spine into the middle turnbuckle.
Aware that she was allowing the Fixer to swarm in just the way she’d hoped to prevent, Bliss grabbed for the top rope only to cry out in dismay when Rachel pulled her away and swung around in the same swift motion. Second verse, same as the first, with Raker pounding across the canvas at top speed just to drive her against the buckles with that unpleasant combination of Spinebuster and Spear.
COAST TO COAST CORNER SPINEBUSTERS:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=qafemJfZ8f0
“BREAK!” Eliza curled her left arm around the top rope and clung to it like a lifeline. “Get off me, Raker, I’m in the roNNNNGGGGHHHH!”
Rachel did as bade, then straightened up and put Bliss’s head on a swivel with a shotgun-blast of a left hand to the jaw. The Songbird’s knees turned to water and she would’ve sprawled out flat on her face if not for the support of the strands. “You better get your head in this fight right now, Bliss.” Rachel demanded as she backed off under the watchful eye of Nick Castle. “Unless you want to deliver your next aria with your jaw wired shut.”
Realizing firsthand why the returned Raker caught FAWN by the tail over the last month, a staggered Bliss tried to slip her way out of the corner, stumbling down the ropes to right, tugging the top cable with her right palm while keeping a ‘Don’t hurt me’ left jab out, flicking a couple harmless shots into Raker’s chest.
Rachel shook her head as she extended her left arm and swept the wobbly brunette back from whence she came.
“You’ll have to do better than runUHHH.”
The Fixer’s commentary was interrupted when Eliza dropped to her knees to deliver a Headbutt to Rachel’s lower abdomen. Raker doubled as she backpedaled, a burst of an exhalation escaping her lips.
“Better,” Raker gasped then moved forward to reclaim the Songbird. “But not good enUHHHHF.”
On her haunches, Eliza exploded forward with a right cross that dug into Rachel’s midriff. The blonde refused to give ground, but paid for that decision with a second and a third balled fist from the diva. A fourth sent Raker lurching for safer ground, spinning in a U-turn that put some distance between herself and the World Champion.
Reaching center stage, the stubborn Raker rounded on Bliss and charged a rising Eliza. The soprano, wrapping her arms around the top rope on either side of the corner, met Rachel’s charge with raised, extended legs that surrounded the incoming blonde’s noggin and clamped tight in a Headscissors. Raker reflexively reached for the stems and tried to pry them apart with no success, her face growing rosy from the Eliza’s clenching calves.
Bliss folded her legs at the knees and drew Rachel into a headbanging collision with the middle buckle, the former convict’s noggin snapping back from the impact. Raker folded thighs on calves, looking substantially less fierce than she had moments before and the champ dropped into a Schoolgirl Press, Eliza’s knees on Rachel’s biceps.
Castle dropped for the count, getting in close to make the call with the…
ONE…
TWO…
The third slap was about to come down when Nick noticed Eliza had a hold of the bottom rope on either side of the pin, giving her extra leverage as she leaned forward in an illegal effort to end the match early. Indeed, the squirming Rachel remains down for the would-be ‘THREE’, but Castle called Blissy out, pointing to the infraction.
A smirking Eliza copped to her crime with a shrug and a congratulatory “Good call” to Castle. She rose off her foe and stepped on Rachel’s bosom as she walked on and past the decked challenger.
A pleased Bliss turned and watched Raker unfold her legs and scramble to all fours.
“Some advice your sister might have given you,” the diva informed, “Don’t tell the champ how to wrestle.”
Eliza folded her raised and upturned right palm to motion Raker back into the fight. Rachel slapped the mat and rose. Bursting up from one knee, she rushed the Brit, but Bliss pivoted and lifted a knee of her own into the blonde’s gut, the force of it enough to sends Rachel tumbling over in a front flip that ended with the challenger flat on her back.
KITCHEN SINK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=oOjTLcG3OCg
Breathing hard, the former consigliore for VanBuren & Associates hugged her gutted midriff. The blonde got a matching bruise to the spine when Eliza THWHACKED a Soccer Kick into the lower backbone of the Fixer, sending a shockwave of pain up her vertebrae. Rachel arched in anguish, managing little in response when Eliza snatched her head with both hands and dragged Raker to her feet.
Sliding to a stance alongside the challenger, Eliza wrapped an arm around the bruised midsection of the Fixer while ducking her head under her foe’s near arm. Scooping behind the near thigh of Rachel, the slender soprano showed her sinew, lifting Raker with relative ease so the blonde was horizontal when level with her shoulders. Bliss dropped to one knee and sent Rachel plummeting across the plank of her thigh in a wicked Backdrop Backbreaker.
BACKDROP BACKBREAKER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=HWthLMpEXw8
If Raker didn’t already understand she’d stepped up in class against the white-hot Songbird, she did as she writhed on the canvas, grasping at the base of her spine while Bliss passes on the pin attempt.
“Welcome back, Rach,” Bliss purred as she circled in predatory fashion.
Eliza stomped Raker into a flaxen-haired mudhole to consolidate her advantage knowing the returnee managed to wear down her previous foes with an insidious brutality that emerged even after being on the receiving end earlier in her matches. There could be no letting up now.
Even as Eliza started to pull Rachel up by a wrist and shoulder, Raker used the opposite fist to DRIVE a punch into Blissy’s navel, Eliza releasing a guttural groan, the diva lifted to tiptoes from the challenger‘s strength of shot. But a pointed elbow in return to the back of Raker’s neck upended the fleeting comeback.
Side by side, in opposite directions, Eliza wrapped an arm around the throat of her foe and threw Rachel down onto the bended knee behind her when Bliss genuflected. The first portion of her ‘Encore! Encore!’ complete, Eliza instantly hopped to her feet and PLANTED Raker’s face and chest into the deck with a Reverse STO.
ENCORE, ENCORE!
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ro8E3HZ6Db4
Showing her toughness, Rachel bounced up to all fours from the collision, but she seemed in a frozen daze, motionless while the World Champion rose. Furious from the earlier disrespect shown her, Eliza piefaced the back of Rachel’s braincase.
“You’re hot, Rach, but you have to be scorching to beat the best.”
Eliza grabbed a handful of golden tresses and hauled a dilapidated Fixer to her feet. She tugged Raker’s head into a Front Facelock and lifted her opposite arm high, letting loose with the perfectly sublime high C that longtime FAWNatics knew was the precursor to her ‘Understudy Blues’ DDT.
The Songbird leapt, shooting her alabaster lower limbs behind her, then swung ’em down and through to punctuate a vicious maneuver that STUCK the crown of Raker’s skull into the canvas like a lawn dart. Rachel tumbled over into a sprawl, her body shuddering then falling still.
Ready to pull the curtain on another highly hyped challenger, Eliza took a moment to enjoy the sight with a peek over her shoulder then rotated on her hip and crawled to Rachel, dropping into a Crossbody, hooking the fixed Fixer’s far leg for the…
UNDERSTUDY BLUES:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=jkQArPyqpGM
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOO!
Rachel threw a shoulder off the canvas emphatically, the diva bumped to all fours from the thrust. Jaw dropping wide, she stared at Castle who held up two fingers, confirming Blissy’s shock and alarm.
Finding her composure after a quick (albeit flawless) recitation of the scales, Eliza slung a leg over the downed challenger, snatched a handful of hair and went to work on Rachel’s hairline with a flurry of short, sharp punches. Such brawling wasn’t usually in her wheelhouse, but Bliss was more than capable of throwing hands when called upon and something in the blonde’s earlier tone told Eliza she needed to instill some respect in ‘Ronnie’s older sister. This she did for a good five seconds and four more better seconds, Bliss increasing the strength and pace of her barrage until forced to relent near the end of Castle’s count.
On her feet with both hands raised, the Superlative Soprano held the pose long enough to satisfy the ref, then offered her fans a deep bow that ended with a strong hold of Rachel’s flaxen locks. “On your feet, tuff girl.” Bliss taunted as she peeled Raker off the mat in stages. “This lesson in respect is far from over.”
The Fixer offered no reply, so Eliza switched over to a Wristlock which she used as a pivot to swing Raker in a wide circle, thus building a whole lot of extra momentum before she BWUUUUNGED her chest-first against the nearest corner. Mouth hung agape in the wake of the sternum-bruising impact, Rachel stumbled away from the buckles only to offer her arms to the Briton in a Double Chickenwing. Happy roars from FAWNatics and opera aficionados alike as Eliza wrenched the challenger’s arms behind her back and planted a quick kiss on one cheek. Raker snarled, went to bite, found nothing because Bliss wedged her head between blonde shoulders and twisted them both around so Rachel was bent facing the mat with her arms strapped snug in the Englishwoman’s grasp. With Rachel confined to her shadow, Eliza threw back her head and offered up one more gorgeous high note, perfect prelude to a match-ending DecresceNOOOO!
Rachel wrenched loose of the brunette’s grip only to answer with one of her own, namely a Waistlock hard enough to qualify as a Reverse Bear Hug. Grimacing as the stone of Raker’s knotted fists ground against her midriff, Bliss dropped her knees and snatched at blonde wrists only to let out a crystalline scream when the Cutthroat Counselor hurled her up, over and--BWUUUUNG! The German Suplex slammed Eliza spine-first into the top turnbuckle, a bit of swift, brutal revenge for Rachel’s own collision a moment prior.
CORNER GERMAN SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=HZ3JT22PudQ
Butt resting heavy and sullen on the middle buckle, Eliza’s situation grew all the more discordant when Raker took the second strand in both hands and used it to power the Shoulderblock she buried in the taller woman’s gut. Half a dozen more followed in short order, Rachel getting a little deeper with each encroachment until only the ring-post and Castle’s count stopped her progress. “Can’t win a World Title in the corner, Rachel.” Nick noted as his charge grudgingly cleared off. “Let’s take it back out there, ok?”
Raker looked over the shopworn chassis of the FAWN World Champ before she nodded her approval. “Fine. But I do it my way. Back up.”
Now it was the ref who did as bade, giving the black-clad hardcase plenty of room as she stomped in and muscled Blissy into a seat on the top turnbuckle. The shuffling roused Eliza from her stupor, at least enough to grab a handful of blonde hair. Raker didn’t mind or perhaps she was simply willing to endure a small indignity to retaliate with one far larger, a straight left hand delivered to the Brit’s groin! Eliza shrieked and slopped forward, all thoughts of offense and defense forgotten in the aftermath of Raker’s Low Blow. “You might be one of the best wrestlers in the world, Eliza. That belt you brought to the ring confirms as much.” The challenger punctuated her observation with a seemingly contradictory flurry of slaps to the other woman’s vulnerable face. “But princess, as good a wrestler as you are, you’ll never win a FIGHT with me.”
The Renaissance Woman squeaked a rebuttal unheard (or possibly ignored) by the Fixer, who’d already turned her back on Bliss. If Eliza thought this meant a moment’s peace she was sorely mistaken, as Rachel reached up n’ back with both hands to seize her Brit by the biceps. Forcing Bliss’s arms up to shoulder level in a sort of front-facing Crucifix, Raker forced the brunette to stand on the middle rope, then stepped out and tossed Eliza like the world’s most gorgeous lawn dart! Her horizontal journey proved brief, as Rachel caught her around the thighs before she’d gone more than a few feet. Alas the descent proved far more troubling, what with Raker sitting out to THA-WHAM Bliss down flat on her face, chest and belly. Splattered and silent after the Whistleblower, the Songbird proved little more than deadweight for the challenger to muscle over for the…
THE WHISTLEBLOWER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=1WmKe7wgf0A
ONE…
TWO…
THRNO!
Bliss bridged out of the cover immediately after ‘TWO! with an intensity that told Raker there was still plenty of work to do. Resting on her knees beside the weakened battler, Rachel tucked some hair behind her ears as she mulled her next-- sympathetic groans from the fans and a round of high-pitched wails from Eliza, the brunette twisting like snake with a broken back when Eliza affixed a claw between her thighs.
“I can’t believe you thought you could take a shortcut by grabbing the ropes.” Rachel broke the hold when Castle stepped forward, then reapplied it the instant he fell back! Her second incursion earned a warning and count, the latter of which she worked all the way to ‘FOUR’ Unmoved by the crowd’s less than favorable reaction to her roughhousing, Raker took possession of her foe’s ankles, got up and straightened out those strong stems with a single convulsive yank. “Shortcuts don’t work on me, Bliss. Do you know why?” Rachel asked after she’d stretched Blissy’s legs in a wide ‘V’.
Aware that she was in a very dangerous position, Eliza still couldn’t stop herself from a snarky reply. “I’d wager a former prison snitch such as yourself is quite wise to all manner of decepNNNNNGGGHHHHH!”
Raker dropped to one knee, slamming it into the champ’s undercarriage as hard as she could. “Not even close you scrawny little bytch.” Raker stood up, tucked opposing shins under her armpits and lifted Eliza until the Briton was practically trapped in a headstand. “It’s because I know the rules inside and out. So I know how to enforce them… and I know how to break them.”
On that ominous note she stepped back and dropped to one knee, which in turn wedged Bliss’s face and chest against the mat while simultaneously wrenching the whole of her back in an agonizing ‘C’ shaped curve.
TORTURE CRAB:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=3WNNdVN4fYs
“AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH STAAAAAAAAAAAAAHP!” Eliza’s usually strong pipes sounded on the verge of cracking under the strain of Rachel’s agonizing Torture Crab.
Above her, Raker shook her head ‘no’ and sank a little lower, forcing the point of her knee into the small of Bliss’s back. “Submit.” the blonde demanded. “Don’t think I won’t break you in half… or go back to your prissy British trunks.”
Eyes locked on ropes that looked to be half a mile away, Eliza dug her flailing left hand into the canvas and draaaaaaaaaagged herself the tiniest bit closer to freedom. “Deride my prissy British trunks at your peril, sweetness.” the straining brunette rasped. “After all, they’re going to snugged against your mouth when the bell OOOOOOWWWWWWW FAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!”
The Cutthroat Counselor tossed Bliss’s left leg away, not because she was tiring of the hold, but because it allowed her unrestricted access to the champ’s togs when she applied the Crotch Claw for the third time in recent memory!
Eliza’s lungs pushed her to a squealing high C that might have broken glass if the beer cups in the stands hadn’t been of the Solo variety. The champion hyperventilates between piercing notes as Raker dug her digits into the tender tissue, squeezing and dragging her nails before clutching her palm into her foe’s privates once more.
“Ask her!” Rachel demanded. “I believe she has something to tell you, Castle.”
But the Blackbird kept as silent as she could manage, biting her lips between sobs as the blonde tried to wrench the World Championship off of her through her crotch. Finally, out of frustration, The Fixer, having lived up to her name, released Eliza’s tenderized kitty and let her crumple into a fetal ball.
Rachel moved to the ropes and looked out on the FAWNatics, a sneer on her face.
“Make a note. THAT’S how you make a World Champion scream. Not that any of you could because none of you have what it takes to do what’s required. I know the law. I lay it down and I live by it!”
Giving the crowd a disdainful backhand wave, she returned her attention to the mewling Bliss. The Brit was on her knees, struggling to set up her defenses in a corner. She spun on her kneecaps in time to be pointed toward Raker, but Rachel snatched a handful of the Brit’s lush, dark locks. Raker hauled the champion to her feet with a tug, then shoved a forearm under Eliza’s chin to bend her foe’s head and neck back so Bliss only had sight of the ceiling.
With Eliza’s chest open and available, Raker SLAMMED a palm strike into the alabaster skin, drawing a loud chirp of pain from Blissy and a red outline of her paw above Eliza’s modest cleavage.
Pleased with herself, Raker piefaced the wincing Bliss then lifted a knee into the ivory tummy of the diva. As Blissy doubled from the breathtaking intrusion, Rachel backpedaled toward the opposite corner. She lifted a frame made from her thumbs and forefingers and placed the World Champion within it. Target acquired, she raced for Eliza, ready to lift a Knee Trembler into Eliza’s jaw and put the soprano on the canvas-covered stage for good.
Leaping, she boosted her bony cap to punch the Englishwoman’s ticket to FormerChampLand, but the Songbird managed to pivot and sweep the blonde past, Raker instead plowing her knee into the thin padding of the middle buckle. Bouncing out from the impact, there’s a definite hitch in the Fixer’s giddy-up as she limped toward center stage.
Eliza wasn’t keen to follow, instead sagging in the corner for a moment in recovery mode. But the superlative soprano was wise enough to know she had an opportunity the still raging pain below her beltline couldn’t stop her from using.
Grabbing the top rope on either side of the corner, Bliss hopped to a stance on the middle rope. As Rachel turned, Eliza seemed to realize she couldn’t risk going all the way up to serve a full helping of Sheer Bliss, so she fed the Fixer a toned down version from the second story. Taking flight, she vaulted toward the spinning Raker. Reaching the blonde in a tight tuck, knees pressed into Rachel’s chest, Eliza’s hands circled around the back of the challenger’s neck. Bliss let gravity do the rest as she RIPPED Rach off her boot soles and blew the blonde’s lungs to smithereens with a modified but still debilitating translation of her signature.
SHEER BLISS:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=AVLnMtTPuYg
Raker’s blasted halfway across the ring from the destructive impact, but Eliza’s in no shape to chase after. She laid on the canvas, staring into the rafters blankly while Raker, likewise splattered, at least tried to shake her senses back into place and cough in a breath or two.
Concerned, the FAWNatics pleadingly chanted “LET’S GO BLISS-EEE” and an arm rose. “LET’S GO BLISS-EEE” echoes once more. A strident high note reaches the apex of the bowl and Eliza kipped to her feet to the roar of the assembled, catching up with Raker’s by-the-creaky-numbers climb to vertical.
The women moved to each other and swung overhand rights that locked blonde and brunette arm in arm. But Eliza added a cradle of Raker’s near leg and launched the Fixer over in a tight front flip. The titleholder dropped Rach to bended knee halfway through, cracking a few vertebrae of the challenger with a somersault lift backbreaker.
SOMERSAULT LIFT BACKBREAKER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=mkcHAQ528yc
As a yelping Raker reflexively rose to a seated position upon her reaching the deck, clutching at her lower spine, Bliss was at the ready after this connection. She forced the blonde flat to the canvas and climbed on top in a lateral press for the…
ONE…
TWO…
Raker kicked out emphatically, sending the brunette tumbling away, but the Englishwoman used the momentum to shoot to her feet and stride to a rising Rachel.
The challenger struggled to vertical, wobbling to keep her rubbery stems beneath her. Eliza clamped on from behind, snaking her arms around the head and neck of her foe, cinching the limbs tight in a Sleeper Hold. The veteran immediately spasmed into motion, her arms flailing as she started to panic. Eliza bore down on her foe’s shoulders, pressing the grip in tighter.
Rachel’s hands finally moved to the arm drawn across her throat. Raker pried at the limb, her baby blues bulging as she could feel the pressure build inside her braincase like she’s underwater. Unable to break the grasp, the blonde tried walking her way to the ropes, but the champ won’t have it.
The dark-haired diva dipped slightly and threw her weight in reverse, dropping to her back, heaving Rachel up and over into a blasting back flip with the Sleeper Suplex.
SLEEPER SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=rVLoZzAvLI4
The Fixer landed on her chest with an echoing THUD. The veteran seemed more than a little creaky after the collision, flopping to her back and clawing at the air above her, Raker looking like a turtle turned on its shell, not knowing how to return to mobility.
A short distance away, Eliza rolled onto her stomach and pushed to all fours. What started as a beeline to Raker turned into a looping half circle when the blonde managed to sit up, Bliss going to great lengths to keep herself in the challenger’s blind spot. Jaw clenched to conceal a groan of pain as she returned to her full height, the Superlative Soprano raised her right hand overhead and curled it into a three-fingered talon to let the opera aficionados know the grand finale was set to begin.
Oblivious to the diva’s debilitating denouement, Rachel clambered to boot leather and only turned around once her initial sweep revealed Eliza nowhere in sight. “Nowhere to run you little byGUUUHHHHRRRRK!”
Bliss jammed her middle and ring fingers into Raker’s mouth and set them deep in the soft flesh beneath her tongue while her thumb gouged into the shelf of her foe’s chin. Strengthening the Cleft Note with a white-knuckle grip on her right wrist, the brunette jostled the hold from side to side and cooed, “Right here, dearest. Now would you prefer to surrender… or sob?” She bore down tighter and grinned at the shudder than ran through Raker’s knees. “Ask her, won’t you Mr. Castle?” the champ murmured. “I do believe this particular understudy lacks the fortitude to look me in the eyAAAARRRRRHHHHHHH GAAAAAHHHHD!”
Eliza jolted like she’d been touched by a live wire and Nick didn’t have to see her go up on tiptoe to know that the Fixer was once again working the Englishwoman’s trunks. “You desperate cow.” The Songbird’s usually melodious voice was little more than a hateful rasp. “You’re not going to beat me this wayooooooohhhhhhhhh I hate you so much.” The willowy brunette bore down on her own claw, but freed her left hand to defend against Rachel’s encroaching grip, which had so recently found its way beneath the defenses of her lycra.
Smiling even as Bliss’s deadliest note forced tears from the corners of her eyes, Raker administered her hardest squeeze yet and PWAAAK! Eliza’s head snapped to one side as Rachel caught her with a huge left hand. The Cleft Note fell away as did the Crotch Claw, but instead of falling into a weary clench the challenger managed to slip her right arm through the Songbird’s stems and hup her onto one shoulder. The additional weight on her weakened frame made Raker stumble so awkwardly the FAWNatics thought she’d tumble to the mat, yet in the end she steadied out and looped one arm over Blissy’s lower back while the other hand cupped the nape of her neck. Just like that she slung the Renaissance Woman forward and down while simultaneously sitting out, thus adding her own momentum to the Switchblade Smile that SPLATTERED Bliss across the deck. Eliza landed full force and Rachel was right there to hook the far leg in a domineering Crossbody good for…
SWITCHBLADE SMILE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=h6CLDU8cH0E
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO!
Eliza got a shoulder off the mat with a heartbeat to spare, which was the same amount of time her fans had to relax before the furious blonde got to her knees and scrambled into a Reverse Face Sit that saw her full weight brought to bear on Bliss’s upturned features!
“Give up!” she barked at the Brit, who was writhing in anguish beneath those grinding glutes. Bliss responded with a nastily painful raaaaaaaake of the challenger’s flanks, so Raker shifted her feet ever so slightly (the better to keep her seat’s shoulders off the mat) then went right back to the increasingly strained lycra armoring her foe’s center. “TAP!” the blonde roared over the muffled squealing of the World Champion. “YOU’RE DONE, BLISSSEEEERRRHHH GODDAMMIT!
Eliza hooked her thumbs into the hips of Raker’s bottoms and used the grip to lift the American high enough to sink her teeth into one suffocating cheek. Spitting the other woman out the instant she could breathe through her nose, a greasy-faced Songbird braced her elbows on the canvas and backpedaled / crab-walked into the ropes as fast as she could. “Buuuuhhh….bruuuuuhhh…break!” she huffed. “Kuuuhhh… keep her back, Castle! The woman’s a f*cking savNNNNGGGGHH!”
PANIC ATTACK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=aQz_ptmh5Rs
Rachel charged in and THWONKED the point of her right knee against Bliss’s chin hard enough to whiplash her noggin backward over the bottom rope.
“She’s in the ropes, Rachel.” Nick warned. “Back off.”
Raker didn’t even look at him as she hauled Eliza to rubbery legs. “Bytch tried to pin me with the ropes earlier, Castle. Only fair I use them to punish her.”
To that end she drew the woozy Englishwoman into a Side Headlock, forced her face against the top strand and stomped toward the corner, making sure to draaaaaaaaaag Bliss’s face every inch of the way. Eliza wailed pitiably and slapped and raked at her tormentor’s tummy and thighs, alas her callous constitutional didn’t end until the challenger smeared her against the turnbuckles. Leaning in close, the Cutthroat Counselor wedged a forearm across Bliss’s neck and sneered, “The World Title is mine, Bliss.” she paused, reached out and squeeeeeezed the brunette’s undercarriage one more time. “And so’s this. Get used to it.”
“Kiss my arse you cheap OOOFFFHHH!”
Raker slammed a knee into her opponent’s belly, then used it to muscle the Songbird into a seat on the top turnbuckle. From there she turned around, reached up and grabbed Eliza’s biceps, all the better to force her arms out at her sides in a slouched ‘T’.
“UNGH!”
Blissy drove a knee between Raker’s shoulders, followed up with two more when it didn’t free her arms. Hooking her other foot around the middle rope in hopes of keeping herself anchored, the Superlative Soprano aimed a little higher, driving her shot into the base of the blonde’s neck. “Let go of me you filthy eeeeerrrrgghhhh!”
Determined to blow the whistle a second time on this prissy little blackbird, Rachel squeezed Eliza’s biceps like she meant to tear off great handfuls of meat. “Not until I’m done, bytch.” she growled. “And maybe not even AAARRRRGGHHUUUURRRRHHHK!”
Eliza wrenched her left arm loose, curled that hand into a claw and scored Rachel’s eyes with extreme prejudice! Raker let loose and started to stagger away but the vengeful champ pulled her back with a handful of hair and locked the blonde in place with the Double Cleft Note she hadn’t used since Fawnamania!
Rachel keened and wailed but give the devil her due, the Note was less than three seconds old when she grabbed the top rope and shook it as hard as she could. “BREAAAAAAAG!” she spat around a mouthful of fingers. “BREAAAAG!”
Eliza only shook her head and smiled viciously. “What’s that, understudy? I’m afraid I don’t understand.”
“She’s in the ropes, Eliza.” Castle said quietly. “Let her go.”
The Songbird’s smile dropped away as she tried to shove her thumbs through Raker’s bottom jaw. “Not until I hear a count, dear sir.”
Nick obliged her and Bliss made the most of it, rocking so far back on her perch that Raker was forced onto tiptoe to relieve some, any of the anguish. Eliza set the blonde down when Nick hit ‘FOUR!’ not that this proved much reprieve for the Fixer. Indeed she’d barely registered the absence of the Cleft Note when Bliss reached down and wrenched her arms back in a Double Chickenwing. Standing up behind the bleary-eyed battler, Eliza blew her fans a kiss, then dipped her knees and vaulted over Raker in a gorgeous somersault. Of course beauty is in the eye of the beholder and Blissy’s gymnastics proved most ugly for Rachel who was torn from her moorings and THAWHAMMED down flat on her face, chest and belly!
AVALANCHE DECRESCENDO:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=3pHVr6w6biQ
Practically giddy in the shivering wake of the Avalanche Decrescendo, an exhausted Eliza shot the Half Nelson and knee-walked herself into a particularly satisfying (not to mention snug) Reverse Face Sit. Grabbing hold of the American’s wrists for good measure, Bliss stuffed them into the pit of Raker’s stomach as Castle and several thousand FAWNatics counted…
ONE…
TWO…
THREE!
The Renaissance Woman immediately collapsed onto her back in an exhausted sprawl, though she did manage to raise a hand when the Announcer confirmed, “Ladies and gentlemen, your winner via pin-fall and STILL the FAWN World Champion… ELIZA BLISS!”
Nick came over with the title and offered her a hand, which she accepted without hesitation. “Great show, champ.” the zebra noted. “A little too much roughhousing for my taste, but still, helluva show.”
“She started it, Nick.” the victorious brunette sighed as she slung the title over one shoulder. “I just finished it.”
Issue appropriately settled, Bliss limped to the ropes, hoisted the strap overhead and offered her followers a high ‘C’ that ended quite a bit sooner than usual thanks to the waves of pain radiating up from her center.
Gripped by an anger so hot it (almost) numbed her aches, Bliss whirled around and spotted Raker sitting next to Nick, who was kneeling beside her. Covering the distance in a few long strides, Eliza whipped the belt off her shoulder, pressed it to the side of Rachel’s head and shoved as hard as she could to effectively pieface the challenger with ten pounds of leather and gold.
“One warning, sweetness. Keep your hands out of trunks or I’ll snap them off at the wrists.”
Raker locked eyes with the champ, barely even twitching when a drop of blood from the fresh cut on her forehead dripped onto one cheek. “Don’t you dare threaten me, Bliss. That won’t end well for you.”
Eliza dropped into a deep squat and held the title inches from Rachel’s face. “Worked out pretty well tonight, didn’t it? Bliss straightened up and made a small show of ‘snapping’ the title around her waist. “Good as you are, you still don’t measure up to your sister. And you’ll NEVER measure up to me.”
Rachel was on her feet in a flash, but the sudden shift proved too much for her throbbing skull and she crumpled against the ropes. “This isn’t over, bytch.” she muttered. “Not by a long shot.”
Eliza smirked. “That’s what they all say at the back of the line, understudy.”
Raker started forward and Bliss moved to meet her but Nick spoiled all the fun by stepping in between.
“Enjoy your next time back up the mountain, Rachel.” Eliza murmured. “I’ll be here when you get to the top, just waiting to knock you down again.” Rachel fumed but said nothing, so Bliss bid her bloodied understudy adieu and left the ring, taking the spotlight, the fans and most importantly, the gold along with her.