Post by alyadmirer on May 15, 2018 1:44:59 GMT
The Spring Break crowd was rowdier than ever when the Announcer stepped into the spotlight and called, “Ladies and gentlemen, it is now time for our Main Event! The following contest is a Tag Team Match scheduled for one fall, with a thirty minute time limit. Introducing first, weighing in at a combined total of--” The lights went out all at once, plunging the FAWN Arena into darkness and confusion, neither of which improved when the sound system offered up the melancholy piano and opening lines of Hozier’s ‘Take Me To Church’
My lover's got humour
She's the giggle at a funeral
Knows everybody's disapproval
I should've worshiped her sooner
TIFFANY MAYES:
HELENA GRAYLOCK:
A spotlight tore down from the heavens, illuminating a point perhaps halfway up the ramp. At its center stood Tiffany Mayes and Helena Graylock, the little blonde hardbody and the brunette Destroyer simultaneously resplendent and dour in black jeans and tank-tops.
If the Heavens ever did speak
She is the last true mouthpiece
Every Sunday's getting more bleak
A fresh poison each week
A second spotlight blazed to life, this one three quarters of the way up the ramp. Like her sister in arms, Adelaide Brewster wore black, but while Mayes and Graylock favored street clothes, the Weeping Angel was ready for battle in a one-piece done in crushed velvet that showed off the power in her hips and shoulders in almost agonizing detail. The look was accented with a clunky red belt complete with a buckle done up as a snarling wolf’s head and matching red boots and pads.
ADELAIDE BREWSTER:
We were born sick,' you heard them say it
My church offers no absolution
She tells me, 'Worship in the bedroom'
The only heaven I'll be sent to
Is when I'm alone with you
A light at the top of the stage ripped forth and there stood Miranda Wainright, the Minister of Misery decked out in a dead black vinyl one-piece. Scooped low in the back and high over the hips, it was accompanied by sleek knee-high gray boots and black elbow-length mesh gloves. As for her hair, it was still a lustrous, gleaming gold, a marked contrast to darkness in her words.
MIRANDA WAINRIGHT:
I was born sick
But I love it
Command me to be well
Amen, Amen, Amen
Revealed in all its glory, the Church of Eternal Midnight raised their hands to the rafters, Tiffany and Helena on the first ‘amen’, Adelaide on the second and Miranda on the thi-- All four turnbuckles erupted in dazzling white pyro so bright the heathens were forced to shield their eyes. By the time it faded the lights had returned and the wicked quartet was more than halfway to the squared circle. Quickening her step to get ahead of their righteous vanguard, Brewster treated her sisters to a nod and immediately exploded into a sprint that sent her sliding beneath the bottom rope. More reserved in her approach, Wainright chose the steps and ascended as if she had all the time in the world. Joining her sisters in the center of the ring, Miranda clasped her hands at chest level as Tiffany and Adelaide fell to their knees and Helena loomed behind. This show of devotion sent another volley of sparks from each corner and while most of the ringside heathens turned away or answered with jeers, one dark-eyed woman clapped and cheered at the top of her lungs, all in the hopes that the sisters would look upon her good works with favor.
With Church in session, the flight of the Blackbirds was heralded by the aggressive drumbeat of Hooverphonic’s ‘2Wicky’. The crowd roared to its feet, growing all the louder when the lithesome British duo appeared, each greeting their fans with an index finger raised high overhead.
ELIZA BLISS:
OLIVIA DARE:
Entering to Olivia’s accompaniment, Eliza decided to save her voice and the rest of her strength for the dissolution of Eternal Midnight, the women turned to each other and shared a high ten, any hint of ill feelings about their World Title match from the month before fading under the danger represented by Miranda and her ilk.
Rotating to the ramp, the partners headed for the war zone, Dare wearing a pair of stormy black bikini briefs edged with silver trim and cut high enough to offer the audience a tantalizing view of her sculpted hips, thighs and calves. The other half of her ensemble includes a matching bustier, also done in black and edged with silver. Short black wrestling shoes and silver knee and elbow pads rounded out the rest of her outfit.
Olivia offered palms and smiles to all those that reached toward her on one side of the aisle.
On the other, FAWN’s World Champion did the same, striding confidently to meet the bytches who first wanted to turn the soprano and were now set on destroying her.
The willowy diva was draped in a diaphanous robe that did little to hide the limber strength of her frame. The heavy gold and leather belt strapped around her waist was a dead giveaway to the stratospheric level to which her singles career had reached.
Tonight would be a momentary tag team intermission to remind the FAWNatics and the Church the untied force Bliss and Dare could muster in combination.
Reaching the ring, the Queen of the Spotlight grabbed and yanked the sash at her waist, the robe opening and falling to her feet.
Her previous black one piece apparently retired, Eliza dazzled in a set of deep blissful 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 in bold white strokes, the script designed to look like it’s been illuminated by a spotlight. It’s 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.
Olivia strode up the steps at the point of the Blackbird spear, slipping carefully into the squared circle to join the Churchgoers. She covered Eliza’s entry. The Songbird creased between the cables, joining her friend and the poised duo tread judiciously to their corner, dark eyes never leaving the threatening congregation.
Eliza reaches back with one hand, unsnapped the belt, brought the faceplate up for a smooch, then raised the hardware high with a single set of digits, Olivia failing to contain a look of longing at her former property. Bliss tossed her long dark locks over a shoulder with a flip then shows off the title to the Church, each member watching coolly from across the ring.
With Eliza handing over her prize to a FAWN flunky, the Announcer felt comfortable making the formal introduction.
“And their opponents… hailing from Richmond and Minister Fields London England respectively, they weigh in tonight at a combined two hundred and thirty-five pounds. Ladies and gentlemen… ELIZA BLISS and OLIVIA DARE, THEY ARE THE SUPERLATIVE STORM…AND THEY ARE THE BLACKBIRDS!”
The crowd roared with delight and the longtime veterans were already mid-huddle. With the Church slow to choose their leadoff, the Brits, and more specifically Eliza, showed no hesitation, the Songbird convincing Olivia she’ll take the opening aria.
Eliza grabs the top ropes for a final stretch of her guns while Dare exited, Bliss waiting and hoping for the leader of Eternal Midnight to respond in kind. Alas, the mysterious blonde seemed hell bent on disappointing her.
When the bell sounded it was Miranda and Eliza that came out of their corners, the zealot and the heathen on a beeline to renew the hostilities that’d last electrified the Madhouse at All Hallows Evil. Though the crowd was quite eager to see them meet, the FAWN World Champion proved far less enamored of the idea, as she stopped just shy of center ring. “I’ve kicked your arse more than enough, Madre.” Bliss told the slender blonde. “It’s the toothy altar girl I’m interested in.” Her eyes flicked to Adelaide before returning to Wainright. “Tag her in right now and I might not rip your tongue.”
Miranda absorbed the threat with nothing more than a thoughtful smile. “I suppose a World Champion, even a contemptible one, is entitled to certain requests from time to time.” She turned around and headed back to the corner before Bliss could muster a response.
In any other case such a blatant show of disrespect would mean a Forearm Smash across the neck or a Chopblock to the pit of one knee, but tonight Eliza let it slide because Miranda actually complied with-- “You insolent bytch.” Bliss growled as Wainright raised her hand for a tag only to perform some obscure liturgical gesture to which Brewster replied with a bowed head and a murmured, ‘Midnight comes for one and all.’
Smiling as she turned to face the fuming diva, Miranda noted, “You are in no position to dictate terms, sister. Not to Tiffany or Helena or Adelaide… and especially not to me. Now, would you care to begin wrestling or would you like to pout a little while longer?”
Eliza drew in the deepest, most calming breath she could manage, yet it did nothing to keep the fingers of her right hand from twitching into the wicked ‘C’.
“Easy, ‘Liza.” Dare called from over her shoulder. “Don’t let her play with you like that, luv.”
The Superlative Soprano took several steps forward, though now her attention was focused solely on Adelaide. “Are you really going to hide behind her like that?”
Adelaide’s smirk was just as maddening as her leader’s. “Are you really so afraid to face her?”
Bliss regarded the other brunette with narrowed, hating eyes. “You’re going to wish you’d never crawled into my spotlight, underst--”
The Messiah of Misery exploded forward, drew back her left hand and would’ve turned Eliza inside out if the Brit hadn’t tucked her head at the last second! Eliza would’ve rounded on her in a flash if this was a singles contest, but tonight she had the whole Church to worry about and as of right now she had a clear shot at Adelaide.
Closing the distance between them at near Londonian levels, Bliss’s fingers *just* brushed the Weeping Angel’s hair before Brewster dropped from the apron to the floor. Eliza cursed, turned around and “OOOOOOFFFFFFHHH!”
Miranda didn’t miss that time, driving both knees into the champion’s chest hard enough to put Bliss on her butt with a surprised little ‘plop’. Heading out to mid-ring immediately thereafter, Miranda met Olivia’s gaze and said, “It would be wise to keep your distance tonight, sister.” Dare didn’t answer and Wainright didn’t wait, the latter rushing back to the Church’s corner to THWHUMP her knees into the seated sinner’s shoulders.
DOUBLE KNEE CORNER COMBO:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=zlIFUvFnLTI
Miranda was well known (and understandably so) for her proselytizing, but the Septa of Sorrow also knew precisely when to hold her tongue as she demonstrated when she hauled Eliza out of the corner with nary a word. A Front Facelock and a handful of waistband proclaimed Suplex for all the world to see, yet rather than dump her burden to the mat, Wainright turned a half circle before taking Bliss up and over, the Blackbird’s lower back BWUUUNGING against the bottom turnbuckle! Eliza landed awkwardly on the back of her head but she rolled to her stomach quickly enough and made it to all fours shortly thereafter.
TURNBUCKLE SNAP SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=7v3a5hrP8Tk
True verticality was mere seconds away, alas Miranda had other ideas. Catching the top rope in both hands, she put one foot on the second strand and launched herself up to drive both feet into the Renaissance Woman’s throbbing back! Bliss crumpled to the canvas with a pained groan but proved her golden credentials by wrapping an arm around the bottom rope a heartbeat later.
SPRINGBOARD STOMP:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=pV4YkpUgESQ
“Ropes!” she grunted. “Back her off, Castle, I’m in the ropAAAAARRRHHHH BYTCH!”
Still enjoying her place on the floor, the Daughter of Darkness grabbed Eliza at wrist and elbow and sank her teeth into the brunette’s forearm! “Hey, get off of her, Adelaide!” Nick barked over Bliss’s protests. “ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR!”
A short distance from the buckles, Miranda Wainright let her sister deal with the arbiter and the chattel, she’d turned her attention to Olivia Dare, lest the former World Champion attempt something foolish. Indeed the blonde did slip through the ropes when Brewster took her nibble, but she returned to her place once Castle exerted his authority. “I believe I made myself quite clear earlier, sister. Stay out of this ring. Or you will share her fate.”
“If by share her fate you mean make you cretins pay for that affront at Heartbroken, you’re correct.” Dare countered. “Now either step over here so we can continue this discussion. Or shut your mouth until I can come to you.”
Miranda glanced back at Eliza, who was on her knees clutching the gnawed arm tight to her chest. “As you wish, sister.” Leaving the Storm to thunder and brood on the apron, Wainright strode over to Bliss and helped herself to a double handful of hair. Eliza made her pay for the pleasure with a straight right hand to the belly, alas, Miranda had the resolve of a true believer and she answered the brunette’s shot with a quick Kneelift between the eyes. Once Bliss was back on her feet the Prophet of Pain eased around behind her and secured a Half Nelson on her left arm before reaching around with her right hand to seize Bliss’s left wrist. Gurgling as she was once again bit by the Cobra Clutch, Eliza drove the point of her right elbow into the zealot’s ribs once, twice, three times, then lunged forward and stretched her free hand toward the safety of the rop--
COBRA CLUTCH BACKBREAKER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=JdRIcsxLmVY
“UUUNNNGGGGHH!”
Miranda went up on her toes, then pulled back and dropped to one knee to bring Bliss down on the post of her thigh. Eliza jolted violently and landed on her bum, still mired in Wainright’s simple trap. “Would you like another taste of this little blackbird?” Miranda asked Adelaide, who was literally licking her lips in the Church corner.
“I’m not interested in a taste, sister. I mean to feast on her fear.”
Pleased by that answer, the blonde hauled Eliza to her feet and walked over to Brewster, who slapped her on the shoulder. Free to feed her basest appetites, Adelaide hopped over the ropes and grabbed hold of Bliss’s right wrist. As for Miranda, she released the Cobra Clutch but kept hold of the Briton’s left wrist, thus allowing she and Brewster to stretch Eliza’s wings over their shoulders. Over the jeers of those assembled the Churchgoers jerked up and down, driving the champion’s biceps into the bony joints. Eliza cried out and staggered backward, but Miranda and Adelaide maintained their Wristlocks and used ‘em to send the Renaissance Woman into the ropes with an Irish Whip. Bliss bounced out at top speed, meaning she had no time to formulate a counter when Wainright and Brewster THWHAPPED stereo high kicks across her chest!
DOUBLE ARMBREAKER & CHEST KICK COMBO:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=GFTbxNvyvTE
Eliza went down in a heap, Miranda slid through the ropes and Adelaide went for the cover, dropping atop the brunette’s chest in a heavy Crossbody good for the…
ONE…
TWO…
Bliss shoved her opponent away and forced herself to seat with a full second to spare. “Got your blood up, champ?” Brewster cooed. “Good. Adrenaline is a wonderful tenderizer.”
Adelaide pivoted and fired a Soccer Kick toward the chest of the Songbird, but Bliss dropped to her back and Brewster’s leg sailed harmlessly over the World Champion’s frame. As Adelaide pirouettes after the swing and miss, Eliza grabbed at the ankles of the Weeping Angel and tripped her to deck, sending the Church member tumbling into a Small Package. Blissy supplied the bow in the form of her pressing body and Castle sank for the count, reaching…
ONE…
TWO…
Finally Brewster’s wriggling paid dividends as she’s able to sneak out of the predicament and scramble to her feet. The Weeping Angel was quicker to vertical than the diva and Adelaide swung a scythe-like Clothesline to end the champ’s momentum before it could accumulate further.
But again the crafty Bliss was able avoid the blast, ducking under. With Adelaide turned from her, the Superlative Soprano latched on from behind, lacing her arms around the cranium of the Churchgoer. Eliza wrapped one arm tight around Brewster’s carotid and pressed the other tight to a temple. Anxious to see how well her foe could do not only without Blissy blood, but without her own, Eliza slowed the flow to Adelaide’s brain with a Sleeper grip.
Brewster’s arms flailed wildly in front of her, desperate to grab for any escape. The ropes were too distant so she took to prying at the Brit’s enveloping arms. It’s of no use. Bliss rattled her foe’s braincase with violent side-to-side shakes before deciding to free Brewster the hard way.
Dipping slightly, she launched Adelaide up and over with a nasty Sleeper Suplex that sent the brunette CRASHING to her chest. Brewster’s lithe body SLAMMED into the deck, skidding to a halt near the ropes.
SLEEPER SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=rVLoZzAvLI4
Tempting though it was, Eliza thought better of adding to her hard-won advantage. Instead, she headed for the Blackbirds’ corner and tags in her partner, the Storm truly Oncoming as she slipped through the cables and raced at a rising Brewster before Adelaide could make a similar switch. Driving a shoulder into the cleft of Brewster’s modest bosom, Dare blasted the Churchgoer into the ropes and kept her pressed tight.
Reaching over her shoulder to collect Adelaide’s cranium in a Three Quarters Facelock, the blonde flipped Brewster to the deck with a Snapmare, Adelaide acquiring a bruise on her bum from the landing. Immediately, the slender Olivia raced by her foe’s side and charged into the cables in front of the Weeping Angel. Barreling back at full speed, Dare dropped her foe with a Sliding Lariat across the collarbone, the bloodthirsty beauty left sprawled and staring blankly at the rafters.
Olivia dove atop the dazed purveyor of Eternal Midnight in a Lateral Press, hooking a leg for good measure for the…
ONE…
TWO…
Brewster shoved a shoulder off the canvas and rolls to her side, Dare hovering on her haunches next to the bewildered Churchgoer.
“Finding a new religion?” Olivia purred. “Or finding thoughts and prayers aren’t enough to make you measure up to soaring Blackbirds?”
Brewster started to respond, but Olivia wasn’t interested in a sermon from Miranda’s deacon of doom. Pushing Adelaide to her chest, Dare slid atop her foe, crowding tight to the brunette’s body. Deftly, she grapevined her legs around those of the Weeping Angel, stretching Brewster’s stems wide while effectively gaining control over them.
Removing much of her foe’s movement, Olivia laced and cupped her hands under the chin of Adelaide’s grimacing visage and wrenched back on Brewster’s neck and spine, the Dare Snare properly sprung on the mewling missionary.
“Care to offer penance?” the grunting Storm asked, knowing a muffled response was all she’ll receive at the moment. It suited Dare fine as she continued to savage her fellow bendyback, increasing the arch in Adelaide’s vertebrae until Brewster was forced to gaze into the arena lights above.
Not bothering to call for a submission request, knowing it won’t come this early, Olivia ended the draining torture. She gave up her Chinlock to send her fingers into the dark brown locks of her foe. Drawing back Adelaide’s skull, Dare SLAMMED her rival’s face into the thinly-sheathed plywood, leaving Brewster nearly insensate. The Blackbird rolled to a knee, staring down the leader of the Church. Olivia motioned to Adelaide by her side.
“It seems your disciple could use more of your preaching,” Olivia informed.
“On the contrary,” the Prophet of Pain responded. “You’ll find she’s learned every lesson well and is ready to make every heathen pay dearly.”
Olivia rose, drawing Adelaide up by her dark mop while keeping her eyes on the Messiah of Misery.
“Then I’m guessing you won’t mind if Eliza and I congregate with your devotee.”
Dare dragged a wobbling, stumbling Brewster to the Blackbird corner and slapped palms with the soprano. But instead of departing, Olivia held Adelaide fast until Bliss could join her in the ring. Together, they accompanied Brewster to the middle, ignoring the protestations of Castle. On either hip, the Blackbirds scooped the already flagging Brewster off the canvas, launching her HIGH into the air.
Both Brits turned beneath the airborne Adelaide and THUMPED her into the deck when she descended with a tandem Freefall Reverse Neckbreaker.
SUPERLATIVE STORM @ 00:21
www.youtube.com/watch?v=1FxxkNFR9qs
Apparently ready for the grave, Adelaide bounced a foot off the canvas before settling in a lifeless spreadeagle. Eliza dove on the demolished Churchgoer for the…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOO!
Showing more than a little faith, Miranda didn’t bat an eyelash to save her partner and she’s rewarded by a Lazarus-like kick-out from the Daughter of Darkness.
Eliza, shoved to her haunches, took a wide-eyed glance at Castle who likewise was amazed he’s only holding two fingers aloft. On her chest, Brewster pushed to all fours and began the long trek to the Bringer of Eternal Midnight. She only made it halfway before the Songbird tracked her down. Snatching Adelaide’s left ankle, Eliza surrounded it with both arms and attempted to unscrew Brewster’s foot from the rest of her leg with the Fortissimo.
FORTISSIMO:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=bxYn9hqTFsc
Adelaide bit her lower lip bloody, trying to remain silent until an especially nasty twist forced a howl of pain from the Daughter of Darkness. Bliss shouted at Brewster to surrender, but she refused with a shake of her head. What’s more, Adelaide pushed against the canvas and coiled her body to the side enough to reach back and grab Eliza’s near leg.
Yanking then scissoring the limb, Brewster ripped Bliss to the deck and scrambled to her feet to complete the counter into an Ankle Lock of her own, Eliza screeching in perfect pitch as her world was turned on its head by the Weeping Angel.
A bit slow to rise due to the work done by Eliza’s application of the Ankle Lock, Adelaide rested on one knee while twisssssssssssssssting the World Champion’s captured foot. “Give up!” she demanded of Bliss, who clawed and gouged at the canvas in a desperate bid to reach the ropes.
Eliza shook her head ‘no’ and redoubled her efforts even though they’d bring her dangerously close to the Church’s corner. “Don’t make demands of me, understudy!” she growled at the other brunette. “It’ll take more than this piss poor imitation to make me AAARRRRRRRGGGGHHHHHHHH!” Brewster stood up with Bliss’s foot held tight to her chest and did her best to turn it another ninety degrees.
ANKLE LOCK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Qe1E5an9K3E
Over on the other side of town, Olivia considered a bit of timely assistance, but dismissed it because of Wainright’s proximity and vantage point. “C’MON ELIZA!” she shouted over the din of the crowd. “YOU GOT THIS!” Dare began the clap and the FAWNatics joined in shortly thereafter.
Both Adelaide and Miranda rolled their eyes at this show of heathen unity, yet it proved quite useful for the Songbird who used the beat a metronome to steady her frayed nerves. It didn’t do anything to diminish the pain of the Ankle Lock, alas, but the renewed focus allowed Bliss to drag herself within easy reachin’ distance of the bottom rope.
“BREAK!” the Superlative Soprano demanded. “Release me you tawdry little harlot!”
Adelaide only smirked as she wrenched Blissy’s hapless foot yet again. The infraction brought a stern warning from Nick Castle, or at least it would’ve if Tiffany Mayes hadn’t chosen that precise moment to hop up onto the apron on the Blackbirds’ side of the ring. “HEY! GET DOWN FROM THERE, TIFF!” the ref chided as he hurried to deal with the encroaching Inquisitor. “I mean it, I’ll send you to the back!”
Dare sensed a trap the moment Tiffany scurried into view and though Mayes was certainly dangerous, ‘Liv dismissed her once she knew Castle had eyes on the situation. In truth she was far more concerned with Miranda’s role in all this, so imagine her surprise to see the Messiah of Misery waiting calmly in the opposite corner, the tag rope wrapped loose around one hand. Confused, she focused on Eliza and uttered something most improper when she saw Helena Graylock engulfing her partner’s features with a Palm Smother even as a frantic Eliza tried to wrest her way loose without releasing the bottom rope. “NICK!” Olivia shouted. “BEHIND YOU!”
Castle whirled at once, but the Gray Lady had already relinquished her hold and retreated to a plausibly deniable distance. Honing in on Mayes now that the ref’s attention was elsewhere, she called, “Keep an eye on Helena. She tried to snuff Eliza in the ropes just now.”
The referee cursed, ordered Tiffany off the apron under threat of disqualification, then stomped over to the far corner with a quick count that Brewster finally acknowledged at ‘FOUR!’
Finally relinquishing the Ankle Lock with a snide little flourish, Adelaide raised both hands to proclaim her innocence, then reached down and hooked her fingers into the waistband of Bliss’s blue briefs. The wedgie that followed immediately thereafter was far from pleasant, alas it was only a minor inconvenience compared to what the Daughter of Darkness did next. Stuffing Eliza against the buckles, Adelaide braced her left forearm just beneath the Englishwoman’s throat. Her right hand she SMECKED against Bliss’s tummy, then slid four fingers beneath Blissy bottoms and squeeeeeeeeezed with all her might!
“AAAAAAHHHHHHH GAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHD!” Eliza sobbed and stamped one foot but rather than fight back she grabbed hold of the top rope and squeaked, “Break! Break, dammit!”
No warning from Castle, he simply started the count, meaning Brewster only got ‘FOUR!’ agonizing seconds to rummage around her opponent’s trunks.
“The spotlight’s shrinking, bytch.” Adelaide taunted a heartbeat prior to pie-facing Eliza’s cheek with her clawin’ hand. “Midnight’s closer than you can imagine.”
With that she tagged in Miranda, prized Bliss away from the buckles and scooped her up under one arm like she was little more than a sack of laundry. As for the Prophet of Pain, she slipped through the ropes and hopped onto the second turnbuckle. From there she offered a dark benediction to the hapless Diva, then jumped from her perch to bring a boot down on Eliza’s chest, which in turn signaled Adelaide to drop to her tush for a ring-shivering Sidewalk Slam! Bliss landed hard and rolled onto her side only for Wainright to grab hold of both wrists and draaaaaaaaaaaag her out into the middle of the squared circle. Careful to circle around so she was facing Olivia when she dropped into the Lateral Press, Miranda hooked the far leg and smiled through…
SIN EATER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=S8BHGaygQSA
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
Dare cleared the ropes at ‘TWO!’ though it proved unnecessary as Eliza got a shoulder off the mat with half a second to spare. Sensing the Storm’s desire to rejoin the fray, Wainright plunged her hands into Bliss’s dark locks and dragged her to wobbly verticality. A Three Quarters Facelock put her in firm control of the Englishwoman’s noggin and allowed her to turn them both toward the Blackbirds’ corner. The FAWNatics were expecting all sorts of nastiness from the Septa of Sorrow, so they were mildly disappointed when she only rose up on tiptoe and tossed Eliza onto her butt with a heavy Snapmare.
“The road to your salvation is clear, sister!” Miranda told Eliza after she’d taken a few steps back. “Simply crawl away from the battle and let sister Olivia do the hard work, as she’s done for the whole of your incredibly fortunate partnership.”
Dare, who’d leaned over the ropes as far as gravity would allow, cringed when she heard the blonde’s taunt. “Don’t listen to her, ‘Liza!” she coaxed. “Get over here and make the tag, you can mop up later!”
Eliza clambered to her feet, looked at the other Blackbird and shook her head ‘no’. Then she rounded on Miranda with a Cleft Note at the ready. “I’ve already beaten you twice, understudy.” she hissed. “I’m happy to do it one more time.” Wainright only smiled beatifically, her utter lack of concern hitting Bliss like a slap across the mouth. The Renaissance Woman stormed into the breach once more, her right hand darting forward to claim that nattering tongue once and for-- Miranda swatted the claw down with both hands, then reared back and THWHACKED Eliza’s chin with a left-handed palm strike that turned the taller woman inside out.
SHOTEI:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=8fYpDzPm9Iw
“Pride has made you foolish, sister.” the blonde told the twitching wreckage of her adversary. “Now it will make you a victim as well.”
Hauling the increasingly decrepit diva to her feet with a double handful of hair, Miranda helped herself to a Wristlock before stepped back and hurling Bliss into a neutral corner courtesy of an Irish Whip. Spine met buckles with a melodious ‘BWUUUNG’ followed by the heavy percussion of bone on bone as the charging Wainright leapt up and drilled her right knee into the brunette’s forehead. Catching Bliss in a Side Headlock even before her feet touched the canvas, Miranda started back the way she’d come, dragging Eliza along in her wake until she took to the skies and NO!
The Bulldog was nipping at the Blackbird’s heels yet somehow Eliza Bliss found the energy to cinch her arms around Wainright’s waist and thus return her to the canvas. Snugged in tight against the zealot’s left side, Bliss hoisted her up a few inches, set her back down and promptly tried again, only this time she got all of it, Miranda hauled up, over and DOWN to land hard on the back of her head and shoulders!
SAITO SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=i-Qh8ejPxWA
“GET UP, ‘LIZA!’ Olivia shrieked to be heard over the roar of the capacity. “GET UP AND TAG ME THE HELL IN!”
Bliss finds meeting her partner’s demands easier said than done. The diva pushed to hands and knees and started to crawl to the Blackbird corner but fell flat after a couple wayward four-limbed steps.
A few feet away, Wainright shook off the impact from the heathen’s attempt to avoid her righteous attack and, while the blonde made it to vertical, a battered Bliss returned to all fours and resumed her protracted trek. With Bliss no more than a foot away from reaching and unleashing The Storm, Miranda snatched Blissy’s ankle and dragged her back to center stage.
“Did I say your penance was concluded?” the High Priestess of Hate asked.
Spinning on the mat from chest to back, Eliza folded her free leg and thumped it into the blonde’s midriff, freeing herself and sending Wainright stumbling toward her corner in an unwieldy backpedal.
Highly motivated, the Songbird turned on her derriere, popped to her feet and dove to the outstretched hand of her fellow Englishwoman. A charging Miranda slowed considerably as she realized she couldn’t reach the entering Olivia before Dare was well inside. The hesitation proved detrimental as Olivia NAILED a skidding Miranda with a Dropkick to the chest that puts the blonde on her back.
Sensing the unbeliever had the momentum, Adelaide entered the fray. But by the time the Daughter of Darkness was in the battle zone, Dare had a Dropkick ready for her, pounding her boot soles into Brewster’s bosom. The lithe brunette flew back into the buckles landing harshly against the corner.
The Storm rose to gale force as she scrambled up fast enough to meet an ascending Miranda with a Toe Kick DEEP into the Church leader’s gut. With her foe, wide-eyed and doubled over, Olivia snatched Wainright’s left wrist then lifted her own left leg, placing her boot leather tight to the jaw of the Prophet of Pain.
The Blackbird laid out, dropping to the canvas and delivering a full plate of Sole Food to Miranda, Wainright sent to the canvas in a whiplash motion that left her a blasted heap.
SOLE FOOD:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=gtap5IzhMDo
Olivia dove to the splayed blonde and hooked both legs in a domineering cradle for the…
ONE…
TWO…
Already in the ring, Adelaide wasn’t taking any chances. She broke up Dare’s pinning effort, delivering a boot to her foe’s braincase. The blonde Blackbird rolled off her prey, cradling her head with one arm, but pushing up with the other.
Olivia turned to find both members of the Church. Adelaide responded by sending a delving kick toward Dare’s flat tummy, but the Brit intercepted. She spun the brunette in a 180 while scooting beside Adelaide, Olivia with the Churchgoer’s left leg still her property. She folded the limb, using it as a handle to lift Adelaide off the canvas.
Sending the startled Brewster HIGH, Olivia dropped the lower portion of the stem on the plank of her upper thigh, debilitating Adelaide with a Shinbreaker before launching Brewster halfway across the ring with a powerful Belly-to-Back Suplex.
SHINBREAKER TO BELLY TO BACK SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=sGXNiiqTB2s
Miranda barely avoided the air traffic, juking out of the way of her fellow Church member while a delighted Dare kipped to her feet, lifting her arms high and wide in celebration. She paid for it when the blonde landed a concussive sledgehammer blow to the back of the Blackbird’s cranium.
Olivia lurched forward from the impact, thankfully toward friendly territory. She slammed chest-first into the buckles, but was quickly tapped on a shoulder by the World Champion, Bliss ready to make amends for her less than diva-like performance earlier in the match.
Not wanting to get caught in a two-on-one with both Birds, Miranda backed away as Eliza entered while Castle showed a wobbly Brewster to the exit.
Bliss chose the direct route, charging the purveyor of Eternal Midnight so she had little option but to move forward and lock up or get run over. Wainright elected the former and still gave up plenty of ground as Bliss bullied her foe nearly all the way to the Church corner. A couple steps in front, Miranda steeled herself, stopping the progress, then flipped the script, tossing Eliza by, the Songbird crashing back-first into the buckles.
Thankfully, Adelaide wasn’t yet fully recovered to lend a helping hand or bicuspid and when Miranda charged after the heathen, she’s met with a pair of boots as Bliss leaned into the ropes behind her and ended Wainright’s initial assault with her extended legs.
As Miranda staggered away in a U-turn, Eliza pivoted into a left cross to a rising Adelaide’s jaw, crumpling the shellshocked brunette to the floor below. Using the top ropes as a brace, Eliza launched to a stance on the middle cables and when Miranda rotateed back toward the cornered Songbird, she watched Eliza take flight in front of her.
Leaping, the Londoner launched in a modified Sheer Bliss, Eliza’s hands wrapping around the back of Wainright’s neck while her body folds into a tight tuck, Eliza’s knees pressing tight to the blonde’s chest. The World Champ laid out, landing on her back, RIPPING the Messiah of Misery off her feet and blowing Wainright’s lungs right out of her body Sheer Blissfully.
SHEER BLISS:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=AVLnMtTPuYg
Miranda slopped to her back, arms crossing her chest, face twisted in agony. A nearby Eliza crawled to her foe, hooked a leg and rolled into a cradle pin, Blissy’s back pressed to Miranda’s chest for the…
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There’s no help coming from Adelaide and the crowd readied a victory hymn for the Blackbirds, but they’re forced to groan instead when Wainright shoved a shoulder up, if no more than a couple inches off the canvas.
Still, the blonde managed little else and the doe-eyed champ rotated to a seated rear straddle of the Miranda’s chest. With a mostly pacified Wainright beneath her, Bliss scooted backward, fashioning her right hand into a claw, those familiar with Eliza’s favorite arias understanding her Contralto is nigh.
The Superlative Soprano nuzzled her ass up to Miranda’s chin and took a peek over a shoulder.
“Heathen,” Miranda warns. “If you want to live to see the morrow, you will notMMMPPPPHHH.”
Wainright was righteously silenced, Bliss enveloping the mouth and nose of the false Prophet with her taut backside. As Miranda pushed fruitlessly at Eliza’s thighs, Bliss leaned forward to sink a belly claw into the preacher’s tummy, digging her nails into the abdomen of her foe, feeling the anguished and muffled yelps escape Miranda’s lips as they reverberated against her undercarriage.
“No flash pins or ladder dives tonight, chorus girl.” Eliza grunted as she gouged that wicked talon into Miranda’s quaking tummy. “Not even the blessed dark of your precious Midnight. Just the all encompassing humiliation that comes from tapping out with your nose in my arsSSEEERRRHHH DAMMIT!”
Buried beneath the preening heathen, Wainright came to understand mere clawing wouldn’t free her from the sweltering prison. So she grabbed a double handful of those sparkly blue bottoms and tugged as hard as she could, the Septa of Sorrows coaching Blissy on a whole new set of high notes as she yanked those distended trunks back n’ forth with all the venom she could muster.
Forced to her feet by the abrupt cancellation of the Contralto, the seething World Champion rounded on one foot to and buried the other in Wainright’s midriff half a dozen times before she gingerly pulled her togs into place. “GET UP!” she bellowed down at the retching blonde. “GET UP AND FACE THE SPOTLIGHT, MIRANDA!”
Miranda did so, not because Bliss demanded it, but because the sound of the Renaissance Woman’s voice anathema and she meant to silence it by any means necessar--“GUUURRHHHK!”
Cacophonous applause from the FAWNatics when Eliza’s jammed her middle and ring fingers into Wainright’s mouth, the Cleft Note sinking in sure and deep. “Beg.” Bliss demanded as Miranda began to flail against the oral intrusion. “Beg for mercy and I might just leave you a tongue to spew that ridiculous poi--” Miranda leapt, hooked both hands behind the Englishwoman’s head and jammed her right knee beneath Eliza’s jaw, thus silencing the threat with a heavy THWHUNK when gravity dropped her to the canvas a heartbeat later.
MIRACULOUS FACEBUSTER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Oe_i9YoiHIc
Rocked back on her heels by the miraculous Facebuster, Bliss dropped to one knee, then rose and would’ve snagged the blonde’s ankles if Wainright hadn’t braced both feet against the champ’s chest and sent her flying backward! The Mule Kick dropped Blissy on her bum only a few feet shy of the Blackbird corner and though she wanted to pursue the retreating zealot, Olivia’s voice and the woozy waver in her vision convinced Eliza to butt scoot into a timely tag. Elsewhere, Miranda heard the crowd roar and knew the Oncoming Storm would soon be at her heels. Fighting off all fours, the black-clad battler dove for the sanctuary of her churchyard and was greeted by Adelaide’s outstretched hand.
No cheers for the Weeping Angel’s return, though those assembled did buzz in anticipation as the Brit and the Brat toward a collision at center NO!
Olivia came off the canvas with a Flying Forearm that missed only because Brewster dipped low and kept on running. Her motive didn’t reveal itself until Adelaide did a little flying of her own, a well placed, high velocity Dropkick that THWHAPPED off Eliza’s startled mug with enough force to send her tumbling to the floor! Stopped closer to the Church’s side of town than she would’ve liked, Olivia took a single step toward Adelaide before a murmur of movement from the apron drew her attention. Keeping her head on a swivel to better monitor Adelaide and now Tiffany Mayes, Dare cleared her throat and said, “Nicholas, would you please remind Ms. Mayes that she’s got no bloody business in my ring to--”
Tiffany grabbed the top rope and crouched like she meant to nail a Springboard, which sent Olivia backpedaling from the edge. Alas this proved to be a feint, as Tiff dropped to the apron just as Adelaide drove a Forearm Smash into the nape of her neck. Staggered, the former World Champ was spun remorselessly toward Brewster, who grabbed her by the hair and growled, “It’s high time I knocked you out of the sky you disgusting little NGH!”
Olivia broke the brunette’s grip with a stiff European Uppercut to the jaw, then snatched hold of Adelaide’s wrist and hurled her into the strands and a head-on collision with the InquisitNOT QUITE! Brewster slammed on the brakes at the last second, saving she and her sinister sister from an unpleasant meeting of the minds. THWHACK! Cheers from the March to War legions as Dare hopped in and stapled a Super Kick to the back of Adelaide’s skull! The impact jolted Brewster forward into an impromptu Headbutt that sent Tiffany back to the floor with all the grace of a dropped rock.
The fans kept right on roaring and Dare might’ve noticed the change in tone if she hadn’t been swept up in the glory of battle. Unfortunately both she and Nick Castle were so entrenched in the chaos that they didn’t notice when Helena Graylock stepped around the corner on the other side of the ring and bore down on the recovering Songbird. As for Bliss herself, she had a momentary sense of something looming overhead and then her world went black as the Gray Lady clamped that leather-sheathed hand atop her face! Curling her other hand around the base of Eliza’s neck, Graylock dipped her knees and hauled the smaller woman off the floor in a single violent jerk, the cries of the crowd those of amazement and horror as Wainright’s new enforcer PLANTED Bliss against the barely-padded floor.
DEADLIFT IRON CLAW SLAM:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=DlY27lTz_Ao
A single glance at the ring told Helena that everyone’s attention was still quite preoccupied, so she strolled away from the scene of the crime with none but Eliza’s beloved chorus any the wiser.
Oblivious to the calamity that’d befallen her friend, Olivia turned Adelaide around in the ropes, snagged hold of a wrist and sent her off with an Irish Whip only to set her feet and reel her back in. Getting low with Brewster all but on top of her, Dare braced her hands against the brunette’s tummy and launched her into the lights with an ascent just long enough for ‘Liv to THWHAP a Very European Uppercut off the point of Adelaide’s chin! Eyes alight as Brewster slopped at her feet in a wide-eyed sprawl, Olivia dropped into a Lateral Press and hooked the far leg for…
VERY EUROPEAN UPPERCUT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=wqcMt9bRrGo
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THRENOOOOOOOO!
The Queen of Nightmares twitched a shoulder off the mat, dashing the hopes of several thousand heathens in a single stroke.
Staving off disappointment with a stern double handful of Brewster’s dark hair, Olivia called out, “Hope you’re warming up those pipes, ‘Liza. I think Adelaide could use a Decres…” she trailed off, realizing that Bliss wasn’t in the Blackbirds corner, or anywhere to be seen for that matter. Feeling her confidence drain away in spite of Brewster’s near dead-weight, Dare peeled the brunette off the mat and dragged her out into the center of the ring. “Don’t know what you did to Eliza.” the blonde muttered as she wrenched Adelaide’s shoulder with a ridiculously tight Arm Wringer. “But it’s not going to matter in three short seconds.”
With that she kicked her right foot up and braced it against the side of Brewster’s face. The Sole Food was dished up and ready to go, which made it doubly shameful when Adelaide spoiled the feast with a quick Toe Kick to her foe’s crotch. Olivia groaned and hunched forward, meaning her face was that much closer to Brewster’s when the Churchgoer blew a cloud of Red Mist into her eyes!
Nick joined the FAWNatics in their vehement protestation of the gaudy tactic, not that any of their sound or fury stopped Adelaide from laying claim to her prey’s right wrist. “You’re not the Blackbird I want.” the Queen of Nightmares hissed as she circled around Olivia to draw the blonde’s right arm tight across her own throat. “But you’ll prove a suitable appetizer for that mouthy bytch.”
Blinded by the Mist and nauseated by the Low Blow, Dare could barely even squirm as Adelaide slipped her free arm between British thighs and boosted her up across her shoulders in something akin to a Torture Rack. Adelaide made no attempt to break the bendyback, instead she turned in a smooth circle, then pushed onto tiptoe and dropped sharply to the left. THWHUNK! Olivia landed on the back of her head and stretched out in an insensate sprawl, one that didn’t so much as twitch until Adelaide rolled over and sat on her chest for an academic…
BLOOD & BLACK LACE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=ggQhjXPD_fA
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The victorious zealot made no effort to get to her feet, though she did bare her teeth in a bloody grin when Miranda stepped up on her left and dropped into a cross-legged seat while the Announcer confirmed, “Ladies and gentlemen, your winners via pin-fall, THE CHURCH OF ETERNAL MIDNIGHT!”
They were soon joined by Tiffany and Helena, the former dropping to her knees on the right, the latter standing directly behind her three sisters. The whole congregation rose a few seconds later and no one was really surprised to see Wainright raise a microphone. “Even Blackbirds mourn when darkness falls… and Midnight comes for--”
“OH, SHUT YOUR BLOODY GOB!” Miranda and her followers turned as one to discover Eliza Bliss leaned against the barricade gripping a microphone she’d absconded from a FAWN tech. “I am sick to death of your blathering nonsense!” the Renaissance Woman went on when she had their attention. “Sometimes I feel I’ve done nothing this last year but listen to you idiots yammer and I’m through with it. Mayes! Wainright! you’ve already felt the sting of my Cleft Note and rest assured you WILL feel it again, but at Mayhem it’s Adelaide who gets her first taste. And ‘Randa, after I’ve defanged your pet bat? Then it’s Graylock’s turn.”
Helena’s pretty face could’ve been carved from stone, but Adelaide let her tongue play over red-stained lips.
Helping herself to Miranda’s microphone when it was offered, Brewster strolled to the edge of the ring and cooed, “So brave from out on the floor. Tell me, little bird. Is your shiny gold toy coming to play as well?”
Bliss held up the World Title so the Queen of Nightmares could take a good look. “What’s that, understudy? I couldn’t hear with you standing so far away.”
Brewster smirked and slung a leg over the top rope like she meant to climb out but instead she gripped the top rope with one hand and stretched out so she was hanging upside down with her stems secured around the strand in a figure four of sorts. Still holding the mic, she asked, “Is this close enough, little bird?”
Apparently it was not, because Eliza strode in until she was less than six inches from the wicked brunette. “You want a shot at the spotlight, Adelaide? Leave the rest of the choir at home and I’ll make beautiful music with your misery.”
She held the ten pounds of leather and gold inches from Brewster’s face to sweeten the deal.
“Olivia was delicious.” the Weeping Angel whispered. “But you. You, Eliza Bliss. I’ll make a banquet of you. Challenge accepted.”
Eliza raised her right hand like she meant to go for the Cleft Note, then smirked and swept it through her hair when Adelaide hurriedly pulled herself back into the squared circle. “Make your peace with Midnight, bytch.” the World Champion advised. “Because at Mayhem I’m putting the Cleft Note straight through your heart.”
My lover's got humour
She's the giggle at a funeral
Knows everybody's disapproval
I should've worshiped her sooner
TIFFANY MAYES:
HELENA GRAYLOCK:
A spotlight tore down from the heavens, illuminating a point perhaps halfway up the ramp. At its center stood Tiffany Mayes and Helena Graylock, the little blonde hardbody and the brunette Destroyer simultaneously resplendent and dour in black jeans and tank-tops.
If the Heavens ever did speak
She is the last true mouthpiece
Every Sunday's getting more bleak
A fresh poison each week
A second spotlight blazed to life, this one three quarters of the way up the ramp. Like her sister in arms, Adelaide Brewster wore black, but while Mayes and Graylock favored street clothes, the Weeping Angel was ready for battle in a one-piece done in crushed velvet that showed off the power in her hips and shoulders in almost agonizing detail. The look was accented with a clunky red belt complete with a buckle done up as a snarling wolf’s head and matching red boots and pads.
ADELAIDE BREWSTER:
We were born sick,' you heard them say it
My church offers no absolution
She tells me, 'Worship in the bedroom'
The only heaven I'll be sent to
Is when I'm alone with you
A light at the top of the stage ripped forth and there stood Miranda Wainright, the Minister of Misery decked out in a dead black vinyl one-piece. Scooped low in the back and high over the hips, it was accompanied by sleek knee-high gray boots and black elbow-length mesh gloves. As for her hair, it was still a lustrous, gleaming gold, a marked contrast to darkness in her words.
MIRANDA WAINRIGHT:
I was born sick
But I love it
Command me to be well
Amen, Amen, Amen
Revealed in all its glory, the Church of Eternal Midnight raised their hands to the rafters, Tiffany and Helena on the first ‘amen’, Adelaide on the second and Miranda on the thi-- All four turnbuckles erupted in dazzling white pyro so bright the heathens were forced to shield their eyes. By the time it faded the lights had returned and the wicked quartet was more than halfway to the squared circle. Quickening her step to get ahead of their righteous vanguard, Brewster treated her sisters to a nod and immediately exploded into a sprint that sent her sliding beneath the bottom rope. More reserved in her approach, Wainright chose the steps and ascended as if she had all the time in the world. Joining her sisters in the center of the ring, Miranda clasped her hands at chest level as Tiffany and Adelaide fell to their knees and Helena loomed behind. This show of devotion sent another volley of sparks from each corner and while most of the ringside heathens turned away or answered with jeers, one dark-eyed woman clapped and cheered at the top of her lungs, all in the hopes that the sisters would look upon her good works with favor.
With Church in session, the flight of the Blackbirds was heralded by the aggressive drumbeat of Hooverphonic’s ‘2Wicky’. The crowd roared to its feet, growing all the louder when the lithesome British duo appeared, each greeting their fans with an index finger raised high overhead.
ELIZA BLISS:
OLIVIA DARE:
Entering to Olivia’s accompaniment, Eliza decided to save her voice and the rest of her strength for the dissolution of Eternal Midnight, the women turned to each other and shared a high ten, any hint of ill feelings about their World Title match from the month before fading under the danger represented by Miranda and her ilk.
Rotating to the ramp, the partners headed for the war zone, Dare wearing a pair of stormy black bikini briefs edged with silver trim and cut high enough to offer the audience a tantalizing view of her sculpted hips, thighs and calves. The other half of her ensemble includes a matching bustier, also done in black and edged with silver. Short black wrestling shoes and silver knee and elbow pads rounded out the rest of her outfit.
Olivia offered palms and smiles to all those that reached toward her on one side of the aisle.
On the other, FAWN’s World Champion did the same, striding confidently to meet the bytches who first wanted to turn the soprano and were now set on destroying her.
The willowy diva was draped in a diaphanous robe that did little to hide the limber strength of her frame. The heavy gold and leather belt strapped around her waist was a dead giveaway to the stratospheric level to which her singles career had reached.
Tonight would be a momentary tag team intermission to remind the FAWNatics and the Church the untied force Bliss and Dare could muster in combination.
Reaching the ring, the Queen of the Spotlight grabbed and yanked the sash at her waist, the robe opening and falling to her feet.
Her previous black one piece apparently retired, Eliza dazzled in a set of deep blissful 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 in bold white strokes, the script designed to look like it’s been illuminated by a spotlight. It’s 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.
Olivia strode up the steps at the point of the Blackbird spear, slipping carefully into the squared circle to join the Churchgoers. She covered Eliza’s entry. The Songbird creased between the cables, joining her friend and the poised duo tread judiciously to their corner, dark eyes never leaving the threatening congregation.
Eliza reaches back with one hand, unsnapped the belt, brought the faceplate up for a smooch, then raised the hardware high with a single set of digits, Olivia failing to contain a look of longing at her former property. Bliss tossed her long dark locks over a shoulder with a flip then shows off the title to the Church, each member watching coolly from across the ring.
With Eliza handing over her prize to a FAWN flunky, the Announcer felt comfortable making the formal introduction.
“And their opponents… hailing from Richmond and Minister Fields London England respectively, they weigh in tonight at a combined two hundred and thirty-five pounds. Ladies and gentlemen… ELIZA BLISS and OLIVIA DARE, THEY ARE THE SUPERLATIVE STORM…AND THEY ARE THE BLACKBIRDS!”
The crowd roared with delight and the longtime veterans were already mid-huddle. With the Church slow to choose their leadoff, the Brits, and more specifically Eliza, showed no hesitation, the Songbird convincing Olivia she’ll take the opening aria.
Eliza grabs the top ropes for a final stretch of her guns while Dare exited, Bliss waiting and hoping for the leader of Eternal Midnight to respond in kind. Alas, the mysterious blonde seemed hell bent on disappointing her.
When the bell sounded it was Miranda and Eliza that came out of their corners, the zealot and the heathen on a beeline to renew the hostilities that’d last electrified the Madhouse at All Hallows Evil. Though the crowd was quite eager to see them meet, the FAWN World Champion proved far less enamored of the idea, as she stopped just shy of center ring. “I’ve kicked your arse more than enough, Madre.” Bliss told the slender blonde. “It’s the toothy altar girl I’m interested in.” Her eyes flicked to Adelaide before returning to Wainright. “Tag her in right now and I might not rip your tongue.”
Miranda absorbed the threat with nothing more than a thoughtful smile. “I suppose a World Champion, even a contemptible one, is entitled to certain requests from time to time.” She turned around and headed back to the corner before Bliss could muster a response.
In any other case such a blatant show of disrespect would mean a Forearm Smash across the neck or a Chopblock to the pit of one knee, but tonight Eliza let it slide because Miranda actually complied with-- “You insolent bytch.” Bliss growled as Wainright raised her hand for a tag only to perform some obscure liturgical gesture to which Brewster replied with a bowed head and a murmured, ‘Midnight comes for one and all.’
Smiling as she turned to face the fuming diva, Miranda noted, “You are in no position to dictate terms, sister. Not to Tiffany or Helena or Adelaide… and especially not to me. Now, would you care to begin wrestling or would you like to pout a little while longer?”
Eliza drew in the deepest, most calming breath she could manage, yet it did nothing to keep the fingers of her right hand from twitching into the wicked ‘C’.
“Easy, ‘Liza.” Dare called from over her shoulder. “Don’t let her play with you like that, luv.”
The Superlative Soprano took several steps forward, though now her attention was focused solely on Adelaide. “Are you really going to hide behind her like that?”
Adelaide’s smirk was just as maddening as her leader’s. “Are you really so afraid to face her?”
Bliss regarded the other brunette with narrowed, hating eyes. “You’re going to wish you’d never crawled into my spotlight, underst--”
The Messiah of Misery exploded forward, drew back her left hand and would’ve turned Eliza inside out if the Brit hadn’t tucked her head at the last second! Eliza would’ve rounded on her in a flash if this was a singles contest, but tonight she had the whole Church to worry about and as of right now she had a clear shot at Adelaide.
Closing the distance between them at near Londonian levels, Bliss’s fingers *just* brushed the Weeping Angel’s hair before Brewster dropped from the apron to the floor. Eliza cursed, turned around and “OOOOOOFFFFFFHHH!”
Miranda didn’t miss that time, driving both knees into the champion’s chest hard enough to put Bliss on her butt with a surprised little ‘plop’. Heading out to mid-ring immediately thereafter, Miranda met Olivia’s gaze and said, “It would be wise to keep your distance tonight, sister.” Dare didn’t answer and Wainright didn’t wait, the latter rushing back to the Church’s corner to THWHUMP her knees into the seated sinner’s shoulders.
DOUBLE KNEE CORNER COMBO:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=zlIFUvFnLTI
Miranda was well known (and understandably so) for her proselytizing, but the Septa of Sorrow also knew precisely when to hold her tongue as she demonstrated when she hauled Eliza out of the corner with nary a word. A Front Facelock and a handful of waistband proclaimed Suplex for all the world to see, yet rather than dump her burden to the mat, Wainright turned a half circle before taking Bliss up and over, the Blackbird’s lower back BWUUUNGING against the bottom turnbuckle! Eliza landed awkwardly on the back of her head but she rolled to her stomach quickly enough and made it to all fours shortly thereafter.
TURNBUCKLE SNAP SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=7v3a5hrP8Tk
True verticality was mere seconds away, alas Miranda had other ideas. Catching the top rope in both hands, she put one foot on the second strand and launched herself up to drive both feet into the Renaissance Woman’s throbbing back! Bliss crumpled to the canvas with a pained groan but proved her golden credentials by wrapping an arm around the bottom rope a heartbeat later.
SPRINGBOARD STOMP:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=pV4YkpUgESQ
“Ropes!” she grunted. “Back her off, Castle, I’m in the ropAAAAARRRHHHH BYTCH!”
Still enjoying her place on the floor, the Daughter of Darkness grabbed Eliza at wrist and elbow and sank her teeth into the brunette’s forearm! “Hey, get off of her, Adelaide!” Nick barked over Bliss’s protests. “ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR!”
A short distance from the buckles, Miranda Wainright let her sister deal with the arbiter and the chattel, she’d turned her attention to Olivia Dare, lest the former World Champion attempt something foolish. Indeed the blonde did slip through the ropes when Brewster took her nibble, but she returned to her place once Castle exerted his authority. “I believe I made myself quite clear earlier, sister. Stay out of this ring. Or you will share her fate.”
“If by share her fate you mean make you cretins pay for that affront at Heartbroken, you’re correct.” Dare countered. “Now either step over here so we can continue this discussion. Or shut your mouth until I can come to you.”
Miranda glanced back at Eliza, who was on her knees clutching the gnawed arm tight to her chest. “As you wish, sister.” Leaving the Storm to thunder and brood on the apron, Wainright strode over to Bliss and helped herself to a double handful of hair. Eliza made her pay for the pleasure with a straight right hand to the belly, alas, Miranda had the resolve of a true believer and she answered the brunette’s shot with a quick Kneelift between the eyes. Once Bliss was back on her feet the Prophet of Pain eased around behind her and secured a Half Nelson on her left arm before reaching around with her right hand to seize Bliss’s left wrist. Gurgling as she was once again bit by the Cobra Clutch, Eliza drove the point of her right elbow into the zealot’s ribs once, twice, three times, then lunged forward and stretched her free hand toward the safety of the rop--
COBRA CLUTCH BACKBREAKER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=JdRIcsxLmVY
“UUUNNNGGGGHH!”
Miranda went up on her toes, then pulled back and dropped to one knee to bring Bliss down on the post of her thigh. Eliza jolted violently and landed on her bum, still mired in Wainright’s simple trap. “Would you like another taste of this little blackbird?” Miranda asked Adelaide, who was literally licking her lips in the Church corner.
“I’m not interested in a taste, sister. I mean to feast on her fear.”
Pleased by that answer, the blonde hauled Eliza to her feet and walked over to Brewster, who slapped her on the shoulder. Free to feed her basest appetites, Adelaide hopped over the ropes and grabbed hold of Bliss’s right wrist. As for Miranda, she released the Cobra Clutch but kept hold of the Briton’s left wrist, thus allowing she and Brewster to stretch Eliza’s wings over their shoulders. Over the jeers of those assembled the Churchgoers jerked up and down, driving the champion’s biceps into the bony joints. Eliza cried out and staggered backward, but Miranda and Adelaide maintained their Wristlocks and used ‘em to send the Renaissance Woman into the ropes with an Irish Whip. Bliss bounced out at top speed, meaning she had no time to formulate a counter when Wainright and Brewster THWHAPPED stereo high kicks across her chest!
DOUBLE ARMBREAKER & CHEST KICK COMBO:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=GFTbxNvyvTE
Eliza went down in a heap, Miranda slid through the ropes and Adelaide went for the cover, dropping atop the brunette’s chest in a heavy Crossbody good for the…
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TWO…
Bliss shoved her opponent away and forced herself to seat with a full second to spare. “Got your blood up, champ?” Brewster cooed. “Good. Adrenaline is a wonderful tenderizer.”
Adelaide pivoted and fired a Soccer Kick toward the chest of the Songbird, but Bliss dropped to her back and Brewster’s leg sailed harmlessly over the World Champion’s frame. As Adelaide pirouettes after the swing and miss, Eliza grabbed at the ankles of the Weeping Angel and tripped her to deck, sending the Church member tumbling into a Small Package. Blissy supplied the bow in the form of her pressing body and Castle sank for the count, reaching…
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TWO…
Finally Brewster’s wriggling paid dividends as she’s able to sneak out of the predicament and scramble to her feet. The Weeping Angel was quicker to vertical than the diva and Adelaide swung a scythe-like Clothesline to end the champ’s momentum before it could accumulate further.
But again the crafty Bliss was able avoid the blast, ducking under. With Adelaide turned from her, the Superlative Soprano latched on from behind, lacing her arms around the cranium of the Churchgoer. Eliza wrapped one arm tight around Brewster’s carotid and pressed the other tight to a temple. Anxious to see how well her foe could do not only without Blissy blood, but without her own, Eliza slowed the flow to Adelaide’s brain with a Sleeper grip.
Brewster’s arms flailed wildly in front of her, desperate to grab for any escape. The ropes were too distant so she took to prying at the Brit’s enveloping arms. It’s of no use. Bliss rattled her foe’s braincase with violent side-to-side shakes before deciding to free Brewster the hard way.
Dipping slightly, she launched Adelaide up and over with a nasty Sleeper Suplex that sent the brunette CRASHING to her chest. Brewster’s lithe body SLAMMED into the deck, skidding to a halt near the ropes.
SLEEPER SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=rVLoZzAvLI4
Tempting though it was, Eliza thought better of adding to her hard-won advantage. Instead, she headed for the Blackbirds’ corner and tags in her partner, the Storm truly Oncoming as she slipped through the cables and raced at a rising Brewster before Adelaide could make a similar switch. Driving a shoulder into the cleft of Brewster’s modest bosom, Dare blasted the Churchgoer into the ropes and kept her pressed tight.
Reaching over her shoulder to collect Adelaide’s cranium in a Three Quarters Facelock, the blonde flipped Brewster to the deck with a Snapmare, Adelaide acquiring a bruise on her bum from the landing. Immediately, the slender Olivia raced by her foe’s side and charged into the cables in front of the Weeping Angel. Barreling back at full speed, Dare dropped her foe with a Sliding Lariat across the collarbone, the bloodthirsty beauty left sprawled and staring blankly at the rafters.
Olivia dove atop the dazed purveyor of Eternal Midnight in a Lateral Press, hooking a leg for good measure for the…
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Brewster shoved a shoulder off the canvas and rolls to her side, Dare hovering on her haunches next to the bewildered Churchgoer.
“Finding a new religion?” Olivia purred. “Or finding thoughts and prayers aren’t enough to make you measure up to soaring Blackbirds?”
Brewster started to respond, but Olivia wasn’t interested in a sermon from Miranda’s deacon of doom. Pushing Adelaide to her chest, Dare slid atop her foe, crowding tight to the brunette’s body. Deftly, she grapevined her legs around those of the Weeping Angel, stretching Brewster’s stems wide while effectively gaining control over them.
Removing much of her foe’s movement, Olivia laced and cupped her hands under the chin of Adelaide’s grimacing visage and wrenched back on Brewster’s neck and spine, the Dare Snare properly sprung on the mewling missionary.
“Care to offer penance?” the grunting Storm asked, knowing a muffled response was all she’ll receive at the moment. It suited Dare fine as she continued to savage her fellow bendyback, increasing the arch in Adelaide’s vertebrae until Brewster was forced to gaze into the arena lights above.
Not bothering to call for a submission request, knowing it won’t come this early, Olivia ended the draining torture. She gave up her Chinlock to send her fingers into the dark brown locks of her foe. Drawing back Adelaide’s skull, Dare SLAMMED her rival’s face into the thinly-sheathed plywood, leaving Brewster nearly insensate. The Blackbird rolled to a knee, staring down the leader of the Church. Olivia motioned to Adelaide by her side.
“It seems your disciple could use more of your preaching,” Olivia informed.
“On the contrary,” the Prophet of Pain responded. “You’ll find she’s learned every lesson well and is ready to make every heathen pay dearly.”
Olivia rose, drawing Adelaide up by her dark mop while keeping her eyes on the Messiah of Misery.
“Then I’m guessing you won’t mind if Eliza and I congregate with your devotee.”
Dare dragged a wobbling, stumbling Brewster to the Blackbird corner and slapped palms with the soprano. But instead of departing, Olivia held Adelaide fast until Bliss could join her in the ring. Together, they accompanied Brewster to the middle, ignoring the protestations of Castle. On either hip, the Blackbirds scooped the already flagging Brewster off the canvas, launching her HIGH into the air.
Both Brits turned beneath the airborne Adelaide and THUMPED her into the deck when she descended with a tandem Freefall Reverse Neckbreaker.
SUPERLATIVE STORM @ 00:21
www.youtube.com/watch?v=1FxxkNFR9qs
Apparently ready for the grave, Adelaide bounced a foot off the canvas before settling in a lifeless spreadeagle. Eliza dove on the demolished Churchgoer for the…
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TWO…
THRNOOO!
Showing more than a little faith, Miranda didn’t bat an eyelash to save her partner and she’s rewarded by a Lazarus-like kick-out from the Daughter of Darkness.
Eliza, shoved to her haunches, took a wide-eyed glance at Castle who likewise was amazed he’s only holding two fingers aloft. On her chest, Brewster pushed to all fours and began the long trek to the Bringer of Eternal Midnight. She only made it halfway before the Songbird tracked her down. Snatching Adelaide’s left ankle, Eliza surrounded it with both arms and attempted to unscrew Brewster’s foot from the rest of her leg with the Fortissimo.
FORTISSIMO:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=bxYn9hqTFsc
Adelaide bit her lower lip bloody, trying to remain silent until an especially nasty twist forced a howl of pain from the Daughter of Darkness. Bliss shouted at Brewster to surrender, but she refused with a shake of her head. What’s more, Adelaide pushed against the canvas and coiled her body to the side enough to reach back and grab Eliza’s near leg.
Yanking then scissoring the limb, Brewster ripped Bliss to the deck and scrambled to her feet to complete the counter into an Ankle Lock of her own, Eliza screeching in perfect pitch as her world was turned on its head by the Weeping Angel.
A bit slow to rise due to the work done by Eliza’s application of the Ankle Lock, Adelaide rested on one knee while twisssssssssssssssting the World Champion’s captured foot. “Give up!” she demanded of Bliss, who clawed and gouged at the canvas in a desperate bid to reach the ropes.
Eliza shook her head ‘no’ and redoubled her efforts even though they’d bring her dangerously close to the Church’s corner. “Don’t make demands of me, understudy!” she growled at the other brunette. “It’ll take more than this piss poor imitation to make me AAARRRRRRRGGGGHHHHHHHH!” Brewster stood up with Bliss’s foot held tight to her chest and did her best to turn it another ninety degrees.
ANKLE LOCK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Qe1E5an9K3E
Over on the other side of town, Olivia considered a bit of timely assistance, but dismissed it because of Wainright’s proximity and vantage point. “C’MON ELIZA!” she shouted over the din of the crowd. “YOU GOT THIS!” Dare began the clap and the FAWNatics joined in shortly thereafter.
Both Adelaide and Miranda rolled their eyes at this show of heathen unity, yet it proved quite useful for the Songbird who used the beat a metronome to steady her frayed nerves. It didn’t do anything to diminish the pain of the Ankle Lock, alas, but the renewed focus allowed Bliss to drag herself within easy reachin’ distance of the bottom rope.
“BREAK!” the Superlative Soprano demanded. “Release me you tawdry little harlot!”
Adelaide only smirked as she wrenched Blissy’s hapless foot yet again. The infraction brought a stern warning from Nick Castle, or at least it would’ve if Tiffany Mayes hadn’t chosen that precise moment to hop up onto the apron on the Blackbirds’ side of the ring. “HEY! GET DOWN FROM THERE, TIFF!” the ref chided as he hurried to deal with the encroaching Inquisitor. “I mean it, I’ll send you to the back!”
Dare sensed a trap the moment Tiffany scurried into view and though Mayes was certainly dangerous, ‘Liv dismissed her once she knew Castle had eyes on the situation. In truth she was far more concerned with Miranda’s role in all this, so imagine her surprise to see the Messiah of Misery waiting calmly in the opposite corner, the tag rope wrapped loose around one hand. Confused, she focused on Eliza and uttered something most improper when she saw Helena Graylock engulfing her partner’s features with a Palm Smother even as a frantic Eliza tried to wrest her way loose without releasing the bottom rope. “NICK!” Olivia shouted. “BEHIND YOU!”
Castle whirled at once, but the Gray Lady had already relinquished her hold and retreated to a plausibly deniable distance. Honing in on Mayes now that the ref’s attention was elsewhere, she called, “Keep an eye on Helena. She tried to snuff Eliza in the ropes just now.”
The referee cursed, ordered Tiffany off the apron under threat of disqualification, then stomped over to the far corner with a quick count that Brewster finally acknowledged at ‘FOUR!’
Finally relinquishing the Ankle Lock with a snide little flourish, Adelaide raised both hands to proclaim her innocence, then reached down and hooked her fingers into the waistband of Bliss’s blue briefs. The wedgie that followed immediately thereafter was far from pleasant, alas it was only a minor inconvenience compared to what the Daughter of Darkness did next. Stuffing Eliza against the buckles, Adelaide braced her left forearm just beneath the Englishwoman’s throat. Her right hand she SMECKED against Bliss’s tummy, then slid four fingers beneath Blissy bottoms and squeeeeeeeeezed with all her might!
“AAAAAAHHHHHHH GAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHD!” Eliza sobbed and stamped one foot but rather than fight back she grabbed hold of the top rope and squeaked, “Break! Break, dammit!”
No warning from Castle, he simply started the count, meaning Brewster only got ‘FOUR!’ agonizing seconds to rummage around her opponent’s trunks.
“The spotlight’s shrinking, bytch.” Adelaide taunted a heartbeat prior to pie-facing Eliza’s cheek with her clawin’ hand. “Midnight’s closer than you can imagine.”
With that she tagged in Miranda, prized Bliss away from the buckles and scooped her up under one arm like she was little more than a sack of laundry. As for the Prophet of Pain, she slipped through the ropes and hopped onto the second turnbuckle. From there she offered a dark benediction to the hapless Diva, then jumped from her perch to bring a boot down on Eliza’s chest, which in turn signaled Adelaide to drop to her tush for a ring-shivering Sidewalk Slam! Bliss landed hard and rolled onto her side only for Wainright to grab hold of both wrists and draaaaaaaaaaaag her out into the middle of the squared circle. Careful to circle around so she was facing Olivia when she dropped into the Lateral Press, Miranda hooked the far leg and smiled through…
SIN EATER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=S8BHGaygQSA
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TWO…
THRNOOOO!
Dare cleared the ropes at ‘TWO!’ though it proved unnecessary as Eliza got a shoulder off the mat with half a second to spare. Sensing the Storm’s desire to rejoin the fray, Wainright plunged her hands into Bliss’s dark locks and dragged her to wobbly verticality. A Three Quarters Facelock put her in firm control of the Englishwoman’s noggin and allowed her to turn them both toward the Blackbirds’ corner. The FAWNatics were expecting all sorts of nastiness from the Septa of Sorrow, so they were mildly disappointed when she only rose up on tiptoe and tossed Eliza onto her butt with a heavy Snapmare.
“The road to your salvation is clear, sister!” Miranda told Eliza after she’d taken a few steps back. “Simply crawl away from the battle and let sister Olivia do the hard work, as she’s done for the whole of your incredibly fortunate partnership.”
Dare, who’d leaned over the ropes as far as gravity would allow, cringed when she heard the blonde’s taunt. “Don’t listen to her, ‘Liza!” she coaxed. “Get over here and make the tag, you can mop up later!”
Eliza clambered to her feet, looked at the other Blackbird and shook her head ‘no’. Then she rounded on Miranda with a Cleft Note at the ready. “I’ve already beaten you twice, understudy.” she hissed. “I’m happy to do it one more time.” Wainright only smiled beatifically, her utter lack of concern hitting Bliss like a slap across the mouth. The Renaissance Woman stormed into the breach once more, her right hand darting forward to claim that nattering tongue once and for-- Miranda swatted the claw down with both hands, then reared back and THWHACKED Eliza’s chin with a left-handed palm strike that turned the taller woman inside out.
SHOTEI:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=8fYpDzPm9Iw
“Pride has made you foolish, sister.” the blonde told the twitching wreckage of her adversary. “Now it will make you a victim as well.”
Hauling the increasingly decrepit diva to her feet with a double handful of hair, Miranda helped herself to a Wristlock before stepped back and hurling Bliss into a neutral corner courtesy of an Irish Whip. Spine met buckles with a melodious ‘BWUUUNG’ followed by the heavy percussion of bone on bone as the charging Wainright leapt up and drilled her right knee into the brunette’s forehead. Catching Bliss in a Side Headlock even before her feet touched the canvas, Miranda started back the way she’d come, dragging Eliza along in her wake until she took to the skies and NO!
The Bulldog was nipping at the Blackbird’s heels yet somehow Eliza Bliss found the energy to cinch her arms around Wainright’s waist and thus return her to the canvas. Snugged in tight against the zealot’s left side, Bliss hoisted her up a few inches, set her back down and promptly tried again, only this time she got all of it, Miranda hauled up, over and DOWN to land hard on the back of her head and shoulders!
SAITO SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=i-Qh8ejPxWA
“GET UP, ‘LIZA!’ Olivia shrieked to be heard over the roar of the capacity. “GET UP AND TAG ME THE HELL IN!”
Bliss finds meeting her partner’s demands easier said than done. The diva pushed to hands and knees and started to crawl to the Blackbird corner but fell flat after a couple wayward four-limbed steps.
A few feet away, Wainright shook off the impact from the heathen’s attempt to avoid her righteous attack and, while the blonde made it to vertical, a battered Bliss returned to all fours and resumed her protracted trek. With Bliss no more than a foot away from reaching and unleashing The Storm, Miranda snatched Blissy’s ankle and dragged her back to center stage.
“Did I say your penance was concluded?” the High Priestess of Hate asked.
Spinning on the mat from chest to back, Eliza folded her free leg and thumped it into the blonde’s midriff, freeing herself and sending Wainright stumbling toward her corner in an unwieldy backpedal.
Highly motivated, the Songbird turned on her derriere, popped to her feet and dove to the outstretched hand of her fellow Englishwoman. A charging Miranda slowed considerably as she realized she couldn’t reach the entering Olivia before Dare was well inside. The hesitation proved detrimental as Olivia NAILED a skidding Miranda with a Dropkick to the chest that puts the blonde on her back.
Sensing the unbeliever had the momentum, Adelaide entered the fray. But by the time the Daughter of Darkness was in the battle zone, Dare had a Dropkick ready for her, pounding her boot soles into Brewster’s bosom. The lithe brunette flew back into the buckles landing harshly against the corner.
The Storm rose to gale force as she scrambled up fast enough to meet an ascending Miranda with a Toe Kick DEEP into the Church leader’s gut. With her foe, wide-eyed and doubled over, Olivia snatched Wainright’s left wrist then lifted her own left leg, placing her boot leather tight to the jaw of the Prophet of Pain.
The Blackbird laid out, dropping to the canvas and delivering a full plate of Sole Food to Miranda, Wainright sent to the canvas in a whiplash motion that left her a blasted heap.
SOLE FOOD:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=gtap5IzhMDo
Olivia dove to the splayed blonde and hooked both legs in a domineering cradle for the…
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Already in the ring, Adelaide wasn’t taking any chances. She broke up Dare’s pinning effort, delivering a boot to her foe’s braincase. The blonde Blackbird rolled off her prey, cradling her head with one arm, but pushing up with the other.
Olivia turned to find both members of the Church. Adelaide responded by sending a delving kick toward Dare’s flat tummy, but the Brit intercepted. She spun the brunette in a 180 while scooting beside Adelaide, Olivia with the Churchgoer’s left leg still her property. She folded the limb, using it as a handle to lift Adelaide off the canvas.
Sending the startled Brewster HIGH, Olivia dropped the lower portion of the stem on the plank of her upper thigh, debilitating Adelaide with a Shinbreaker before launching Brewster halfway across the ring with a powerful Belly-to-Back Suplex.
SHINBREAKER TO BELLY TO BACK SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=sGXNiiqTB2s
Miranda barely avoided the air traffic, juking out of the way of her fellow Church member while a delighted Dare kipped to her feet, lifting her arms high and wide in celebration. She paid for it when the blonde landed a concussive sledgehammer blow to the back of the Blackbird’s cranium.
Olivia lurched forward from the impact, thankfully toward friendly territory. She slammed chest-first into the buckles, but was quickly tapped on a shoulder by the World Champion, Bliss ready to make amends for her less than diva-like performance earlier in the match.
Not wanting to get caught in a two-on-one with both Birds, Miranda backed away as Eliza entered while Castle showed a wobbly Brewster to the exit.
Bliss chose the direct route, charging the purveyor of Eternal Midnight so she had little option but to move forward and lock up or get run over. Wainright elected the former and still gave up plenty of ground as Bliss bullied her foe nearly all the way to the Church corner. A couple steps in front, Miranda steeled herself, stopping the progress, then flipped the script, tossing Eliza by, the Songbird crashing back-first into the buckles.
Thankfully, Adelaide wasn’t yet fully recovered to lend a helping hand or bicuspid and when Miranda charged after the heathen, she’s met with a pair of boots as Bliss leaned into the ropes behind her and ended Wainright’s initial assault with her extended legs.
As Miranda staggered away in a U-turn, Eliza pivoted into a left cross to a rising Adelaide’s jaw, crumpling the shellshocked brunette to the floor below. Using the top ropes as a brace, Eliza launched to a stance on the middle cables and when Miranda rotateed back toward the cornered Songbird, she watched Eliza take flight in front of her.
Leaping, the Londoner launched in a modified Sheer Bliss, Eliza’s hands wrapping around the back of Wainright’s neck while her body folds into a tight tuck, Eliza’s knees pressing tight to the blonde’s chest. The World Champ laid out, landing on her back, RIPPING the Messiah of Misery off her feet and blowing Wainright’s lungs right out of her body Sheer Blissfully.
SHEER BLISS:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=AVLnMtTPuYg
Miranda slopped to her back, arms crossing her chest, face twisted in agony. A nearby Eliza crawled to her foe, hooked a leg and rolled into a cradle pin, Blissy’s back pressed to Miranda’s chest for the…
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TWO…
There’s no help coming from Adelaide and the crowd readied a victory hymn for the Blackbirds, but they’re forced to groan instead when Wainright shoved a shoulder up, if no more than a couple inches off the canvas.
Still, the blonde managed little else and the doe-eyed champ rotated to a seated rear straddle of the Miranda’s chest. With a mostly pacified Wainright beneath her, Bliss scooted backward, fashioning her right hand into a claw, those familiar with Eliza’s favorite arias understanding her Contralto is nigh.
The Superlative Soprano nuzzled her ass up to Miranda’s chin and took a peek over a shoulder.
“Heathen,” Miranda warns. “If you want to live to see the morrow, you will notMMMPPPPHHH.”
Wainright was righteously silenced, Bliss enveloping the mouth and nose of the false Prophet with her taut backside. As Miranda pushed fruitlessly at Eliza’s thighs, Bliss leaned forward to sink a belly claw into the preacher’s tummy, digging her nails into the abdomen of her foe, feeling the anguished and muffled yelps escape Miranda’s lips as they reverberated against her undercarriage.
“No flash pins or ladder dives tonight, chorus girl.” Eliza grunted as she gouged that wicked talon into Miranda’s quaking tummy. “Not even the blessed dark of your precious Midnight. Just the all encompassing humiliation that comes from tapping out with your nose in my arsSSEEERRRHHH DAMMIT!”
Buried beneath the preening heathen, Wainright came to understand mere clawing wouldn’t free her from the sweltering prison. So she grabbed a double handful of those sparkly blue bottoms and tugged as hard as she could, the Septa of Sorrows coaching Blissy on a whole new set of high notes as she yanked those distended trunks back n’ forth with all the venom she could muster.
Forced to her feet by the abrupt cancellation of the Contralto, the seething World Champion rounded on one foot to and buried the other in Wainright’s midriff half a dozen times before she gingerly pulled her togs into place. “GET UP!” she bellowed down at the retching blonde. “GET UP AND FACE THE SPOTLIGHT, MIRANDA!”
Miranda did so, not because Bliss demanded it, but because the sound of the Renaissance Woman’s voice anathema and she meant to silence it by any means necessar--“GUUURRHHHK!”
Cacophonous applause from the FAWNatics when Eliza’s jammed her middle and ring fingers into Wainright’s mouth, the Cleft Note sinking in sure and deep. “Beg.” Bliss demanded as Miranda began to flail against the oral intrusion. “Beg for mercy and I might just leave you a tongue to spew that ridiculous poi--” Miranda leapt, hooked both hands behind the Englishwoman’s head and jammed her right knee beneath Eliza’s jaw, thus silencing the threat with a heavy THWHUNK when gravity dropped her to the canvas a heartbeat later.
MIRACULOUS FACEBUSTER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Oe_i9YoiHIc
Rocked back on her heels by the miraculous Facebuster, Bliss dropped to one knee, then rose and would’ve snagged the blonde’s ankles if Wainright hadn’t braced both feet against the champ’s chest and sent her flying backward! The Mule Kick dropped Blissy on her bum only a few feet shy of the Blackbird corner and though she wanted to pursue the retreating zealot, Olivia’s voice and the woozy waver in her vision convinced Eliza to butt scoot into a timely tag. Elsewhere, Miranda heard the crowd roar and knew the Oncoming Storm would soon be at her heels. Fighting off all fours, the black-clad battler dove for the sanctuary of her churchyard and was greeted by Adelaide’s outstretched hand.
No cheers for the Weeping Angel’s return, though those assembled did buzz in anticipation as the Brit and the Brat toward a collision at center NO!
Olivia came off the canvas with a Flying Forearm that missed only because Brewster dipped low and kept on running. Her motive didn’t reveal itself until Adelaide did a little flying of her own, a well placed, high velocity Dropkick that THWHAPPED off Eliza’s startled mug with enough force to send her tumbling to the floor! Stopped closer to the Church’s side of town than she would’ve liked, Olivia took a single step toward Adelaide before a murmur of movement from the apron drew her attention. Keeping her head on a swivel to better monitor Adelaide and now Tiffany Mayes, Dare cleared her throat and said, “Nicholas, would you please remind Ms. Mayes that she’s got no bloody business in my ring to--”
Tiffany grabbed the top rope and crouched like she meant to nail a Springboard, which sent Olivia backpedaling from the edge. Alas this proved to be a feint, as Tiff dropped to the apron just as Adelaide drove a Forearm Smash into the nape of her neck. Staggered, the former World Champ was spun remorselessly toward Brewster, who grabbed her by the hair and growled, “It’s high time I knocked you out of the sky you disgusting little NGH!”
Olivia broke the brunette’s grip with a stiff European Uppercut to the jaw, then snatched hold of Adelaide’s wrist and hurled her into the strands and a head-on collision with the InquisitNOT QUITE! Brewster slammed on the brakes at the last second, saving she and her sinister sister from an unpleasant meeting of the minds. THWHACK! Cheers from the March to War legions as Dare hopped in and stapled a Super Kick to the back of Adelaide’s skull! The impact jolted Brewster forward into an impromptu Headbutt that sent Tiffany back to the floor with all the grace of a dropped rock.
The fans kept right on roaring and Dare might’ve noticed the change in tone if she hadn’t been swept up in the glory of battle. Unfortunately both she and Nick Castle were so entrenched in the chaos that they didn’t notice when Helena Graylock stepped around the corner on the other side of the ring and bore down on the recovering Songbird. As for Bliss herself, she had a momentary sense of something looming overhead and then her world went black as the Gray Lady clamped that leather-sheathed hand atop her face! Curling her other hand around the base of Eliza’s neck, Graylock dipped her knees and hauled the smaller woman off the floor in a single violent jerk, the cries of the crowd those of amazement and horror as Wainright’s new enforcer PLANTED Bliss against the barely-padded floor.
DEADLIFT IRON CLAW SLAM:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=DlY27lTz_Ao
A single glance at the ring told Helena that everyone’s attention was still quite preoccupied, so she strolled away from the scene of the crime with none but Eliza’s beloved chorus any the wiser.
Oblivious to the calamity that’d befallen her friend, Olivia turned Adelaide around in the ropes, snagged hold of a wrist and sent her off with an Irish Whip only to set her feet and reel her back in. Getting low with Brewster all but on top of her, Dare braced her hands against the brunette’s tummy and launched her into the lights with an ascent just long enough for ‘Liv to THWHAP a Very European Uppercut off the point of Adelaide’s chin! Eyes alight as Brewster slopped at her feet in a wide-eyed sprawl, Olivia dropped into a Lateral Press and hooked the far leg for…
VERY EUROPEAN UPPERCUT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=wqcMt9bRrGo
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TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO!
The Queen of Nightmares twitched a shoulder off the mat, dashing the hopes of several thousand heathens in a single stroke.
Staving off disappointment with a stern double handful of Brewster’s dark hair, Olivia called out, “Hope you’re warming up those pipes, ‘Liza. I think Adelaide could use a Decres…” she trailed off, realizing that Bliss wasn’t in the Blackbirds corner, or anywhere to be seen for that matter. Feeling her confidence drain away in spite of Brewster’s near dead-weight, Dare peeled the brunette off the mat and dragged her out into the center of the ring. “Don’t know what you did to Eliza.” the blonde muttered as she wrenched Adelaide’s shoulder with a ridiculously tight Arm Wringer. “But it’s not going to matter in three short seconds.”
With that she kicked her right foot up and braced it against the side of Brewster’s face. The Sole Food was dished up and ready to go, which made it doubly shameful when Adelaide spoiled the feast with a quick Toe Kick to her foe’s crotch. Olivia groaned and hunched forward, meaning her face was that much closer to Brewster’s when the Churchgoer blew a cloud of Red Mist into her eyes!
Nick joined the FAWNatics in their vehement protestation of the gaudy tactic, not that any of their sound or fury stopped Adelaide from laying claim to her prey’s right wrist. “You’re not the Blackbird I want.” the Queen of Nightmares hissed as she circled around Olivia to draw the blonde’s right arm tight across her own throat. “But you’ll prove a suitable appetizer for that mouthy bytch.”
Blinded by the Mist and nauseated by the Low Blow, Dare could barely even squirm as Adelaide slipped her free arm between British thighs and boosted her up across her shoulders in something akin to a Torture Rack. Adelaide made no attempt to break the bendyback, instead she turned in a smooth circle, then pushed onto tiptoe and dropped sharply to the left. THWHUNK! Olivia landed on the back of her head and stretched out in an insensate sprawl, one that didn’t so much as twitch until Adelaide rolled over and sat on her chest for an academic…
BLOOD & BLACK LACE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=ggQhjXPD_fA
ONE…
TWO…
THREE!
The victorious zealot made no effort to get to her feet, though she did bare her teeth in a bloody grin when Miranda stepped up on her left and dropped into a cross-legged seat while the Announcer confirmed, “Ladies and gentlemen, your winners via pin-fall, THE CHURCH OF ETERNAL MIDNIGHT!”
They were soon joined by Tiffany and Helena, the former dropping to her knees on the right, the latter standing directly behind her three sisters. The whole congregation rose a few seconds later and no one was really surprised to see Wainright raise a microphone. “Even Blackbirds mourn when darkness falls… and Midnight comes for--”
“OH, SHUT YOUR BLOODY GOB!” Miranda and her followers turned as one to discover Eliza Bliss leaned against the barricade gripping a microphone she’d absconded from a FAWN tech. “I am sick to death of your blathering nonsense!” the Renaissance Woman went on when she had their attention. “Sometimes I feel I’ve done nothing this last year but listen to you idiots yammer and I’m through with it. Mayes! Wainright! you’ve already felt the sting of my Cleft Note and rest assured you WILL feel it again, but at Mayhem it’s Adelaide who gets her first taste. And ‘Randa, after I’ve defanged your pet bat? Then it’s Graylock’s turn.”
Helena’s pretty face could’ve been carved from stone, but Adelaide let her tongue play over red-stained lips.
Helping herself to Miranda’s microphone when it was offered, Brewster strolled to the edge of the ring and cooed, “So brave from out on the floor. Tell me, little bird. Is your shiny gold toy coming to play as well?”
Bliss held up the World Title so the Queen of Nightmares could take a good look. “What’s that, understudy? I couldn’t hear with you standing so far away.”
Brewster smirked and slung a leg over the top rope like she meant to climb out but instead she gripped the top rope with one hand and stretched out so she was hanging upside down with her stems secured around the strand in a figure four of sorts. Still holding the mic, she asked, “Is this close enough, little bird?”
Apparently it was not, because Eliza strode in until she was less than six inches from the wicked brunette. “You want a shot at the spotlight, Adelaide? Leave the rest of the choir at home and I’ll make beautiful music with your misery.”
She held the ten pounds of leather and gold inches from Brewster’s face to sweeten the deal.
“Olivia was delicious.” the Weeping Angel whispered. “But you. You, Eliza Bliss. I’ll make a banquet of you. Challenge accepted.”
Eliza raised her right hand like she meant to go for the Cleft Note, then smirked and swept it through her hair when Adelaide hurriedly pulled herself back into the squared circle. “Make your peace with Midnight, bytch.” the World Champion advised. “Because at Mayhem I’m putting the Cleft Note straight through your heart.”