Post by dsb on Mar 17, 2019 18:02:12 GMT
We return to the broadcast with the lightweight champion joining her challenger in the steel confines of a cage. Perhaps unsurprisingly the first thing on Scott’s mind on entering the ring is her opponent, the Diva popping a quick ‘flashbulb’ sigil in the direction of Fields in her corner.
Zoe Scott
Chloe Fields
But it’s referee Craig Long whom she beelines for, grasping the man by the lapels and dragging his face closer to her own. “Listen closely, Carl,” she hisses, “everyone is here tonight to watch me finally crush this little idiot. All you have to do is stay out of my way, and make sure she doesn’t sneak any more of her little friends in here to interrupt. Understand?”
“I’m here to make sure you obey the rules miss, and…” As usual it doesn’t look like Zoe is interested in hearing from anyone besides herself, turning away and giving the man a shove in the chest to dismiss him. She struts over to her corner, turning to rest her back on the buckles. “What’s the matter?” she calls mockingly over to Chloe, “feeling a little lonely?” There’s not the slightest hint of a response from Strawberry, the Upstart only crouching forwards a little more and hanging a fraction tighter to the ropes at either side.
Satisfied that everything is in order, Long gestures to the timekeeper. The sound of the bell rings out a few seconds later, bringing with it a roar from the crowd which only increases further as Fields rockets out from her corner at blinding speed. She covers the distance to Zoe in the blink of an eye, launching into a two-footed Shotgun Dropkick. Zoe only manages to get two steps out of her own corner before she’s sent flying, thumping back into the buckles with spine-rattling force as Chloe pops to her feet.
Seeing Scott still sprawled in the corner, Fields takes two fast steps and throws herself into a big jumping forearm which CLUNKs into the Oil Baroness’ well-padded chest. The champ takes a second to check her gurls but she needs to check again very quickly, Chloe hopping up to the second rope and flicking out a quick side kick from her elevated position which slams once again into Zoe’s sternum. With the other brunette apparently mollified Fields propels herself even higher, swinging up to ‘SMECK’ both thighs around the champion’s head and then swinging herself back down to the mat with Scott dragged along for the ride.
The forced somersault slams the Dubai girl down on the back of her neck, getting a nasty whiplash effect as momentum yanks her free of the headscissors. She rolls up to standing, only for the already-vertical Upstart to grab one arm and try whipping her right back into the corner. It looks like Scott’s finally managed to catch her bearings though, planting her feet and reversing the whip to send Chloe charging headlong towards the buckles instead.
Displaying a speed of thought to match her physical prowess, Strawberry manages to put the brakes on well before any collision. Even better she has the wherewithal to flick out a blind but extremely prescient Back Kick which thumps once again into Zoe’s chest, the champ’s attempt to sneak up from behind firmly rebuffed. In fact, things get even worse for Zoe, Fields grabbing the ropes and flicking herself up and out to once again wrap her legs around Dubai noggin. This time the Diva’s trip has an even more painful ending, Chloe rolling underneath to send her headfirst into that lightly-padded steel!
Headscissors turnbuckle whip
www.youtube.com/watch?v=-V5cItkCgho
Having her crown driven into the buckle is enough to knock Zoe briefly loopy, the dazed champion recoiling from the impact and ending up on her back in a heap. Chloe briefly glances down at her, perhaps considering a pin, but she quickly decides she’s not quite done yet, instead hopping up to the second buckle. She uses the ropes on either side as a springboard, those Cirque Du Soleil skills allowing her to get outrageous height above the prone Oil Baroness. And then she comes crashing down, one elbow targeted right at the champion’s heart.
Corner diving elbow drop
www.youtube.com/watch?v=839xRnlWn0U
Chloe lands on her target with a noise like cement hitting the floor, although that sound is quickly drowned out by the thousands-strong cheers of the Upstart Nation. Fields clearly appreciates the support but she’s still all business, rolling back to hook a leg and stack the champion up for …
ONE
TWO
THRNOOOOO!
Everyone outside the cage thinks she’s got it, a roof-lifting roar turning all of a sudden to confusion and boos as Long holds two fingers up. In truth, Scott barely seems to have moved, still devastated from that hottest of starts from her challenger. But the referee is gesturing to the nearest rope and the expensive trainer hanging off it, Zoe apparently displaying enough ring awareness to stay alive at least a little while longer and avoid losing the shortest and most one-sided cage match in FAWN history.
Given the circumstances most might expect Fields to be a little frustrated at coming so close so early. But the giggly girl who might have been thrown off her game by such events in the past doesn’t seem to be here tonight. Chloe gets straight back to work, scrambling to her feet as Scott rolls to all fours. She traps the Diva in yet another headscissors. Sadly for her fans this one seems destined to be less successful than her previous attempts, Zoe still having the wherewithal to reach out and grab the bottom rope, screeching “BREAK!” as soon as she does.
“She’s in the ropes, Chloe!” Long calls in response.
He actually turns away for a second, so sure of the legal response he’d get, only to turn back in surprise as Fields just locks her feet together and squeezes down even harder. For a second, he seems stunned at the usually law-abiding Upstart’s antics, but he quickly recovers to start a count, Chloe releasing at 3 and finally stepping back. For her part, Scott can do little more than collapse to her side, leaning on the bottom rope and shifting the hair from her eyes, clearly still reeling from the sheer speed of Strawberry’s assault.
Fields is clearly still feeling the adrenaline, allowing only a few seconds of recovery time for the champion before she’s storming right back in again. But before she can reach down and grab at the Diva, she’s intercepted, Scott swinging her body round and tangling up those tanned legs to trip the Floridian up. Chloe ends up falling forward with her neck across the middle rope, gagging as she reaches up to grasp at her throat while Zoe scrambles up alongside her.
Regardless of how out-of-breath she might be Zoe’s still a master at taking advantage of an opponent’s misfortune, and she’s quickly draping one leg across the back of Strawberry’s neck. She leans her weight in, crushing the Upstart’s windpipe down onto the unforgiving cables, Chloe’s feet kicking impotently as she tries to reopen her windpipe. Luckily Craig Long is there to help, offering only a brief admonishment to the champion before starting his count. He’s reached four when Zoe finally relents, shooting him a withering look and slipping out through the ropes to the apron.
All of a sudden the noise around the arena becomes a lot more concerned as the Oil Baroness takes two big handfuls of brunette hair and uses them to drag Fields out to join her. She’s not there for long though, Zoe setting her feet and simply dragging the smaller woman off the edge. The fall from the apron would already be quite a nasty one but it’s made all the worse when Chloe’s flailing body slams into the unforgiving steel cage wall, the former champion letting out an involuntary groan as she slumps down onto the ringside matting.
Perhaps not fully aware of where she is, Chloe’s hands search for something to help climb to her feet. Unfortunately, she finds Zoe’s legs. The Dubai Diva looks down with a sinister smirk.
“You want up, all you had to do was ask,” Scott purrs, helping Fields up by her signature ponytail.
Wincing from the tug of her ‘handle’, Chloe’s girlish features are introduced to the steel mesh of the cage by the Best Thing Ever and the FAWNatics go apeshit when Zoe starts to drag Strawberry’s face across the chain link, Chloe yelping in pain, her face scrubbed halfway down the length of the enclosure. Reaching a corner, Zoe draws the Floridian’s head back and SLAMS it into the crease of the unforgiving metal. Chloe melts to her haunches, redfaced from the earlier abuse and now in a stupor from the collision.
Scott lowers her head to get in the Upstart’s ear.
“It’s a shame Christian nixed the escape-the-cage option or you might have had a chance. Me? I wasn’t leaving anyway.”
Again, Zoe sinks a set of nails into Fields’ pony and hauls Strawberry up on slender, wobbly legs. The genius of Scott is put on display as she slips the end of the tail through one of the steel diamond shapes of the cage wall before looping it back inside and artfully tying the long locks in a knot.
Tethered to the cage but as yet unaware, Chloe lifts chin from chest, doe eyes still cloudy. She raises an open hand and swats the taste from Zoe’s mouth with a loud echoing slap. Scott staggers back a few steps and Fields follows, until she can’t, her knotted pony holding her back. Reflexively, she turns to discover the problem and is wide-eyed in disbelief. Fields starts to return her gaze to her opponent, mouth agape.
“You buhhh…”
Chloe’s words are cut short when a surging Zoe RAMS a forearm smash into Strawberry’s jaw, ROCKING the Upstart. She starts to tumble to the floor but the knot keeps her suspended, adding insult to injury, Fields’ follicles yanked without the Oil Baroness having to get her hands dirty.
Grinning like a Cheshire cat, Zoe plays with Chloe like a cat with her trapped mouse, swatting rights and lefts into Fields’ face. The Upstart gets her feet beneath her, providing some slack from her tied tail, but Scott piles on with a side kick to the tawny tummy of the Upstart. Chloe again gets her scalp seared when she starts to reflexively double over toward the point of impact and finds her knotted locks won’t allow it.
“Clearly, the bear was the brains of the outfit,” Zoe shouts to the back row in case anyone in the arena is hard of hearing, following a good laugh at Fields’ expense.
Though there isn’t going to be a countout due to the stipulations, it doesn’t mean Long can’t badger the Best Thing Ever about getting the former Cirque de Soleil star back in the ring.
“You want the idiot somewhere in particular,” the Dubai Diva responds, “why don’t you come get her?”
Zoe gives Fields a ‘going away’ present, namely a brutal punt to the pussy, and raises her hands as the jeers of the crowd fall in dousing sheets on the Lightweight champion. Scott slides into the ring and pops to her feet. She takes a victory lap while motioning for Craig to get the puppy off her leash.
A frustrated Long slides out and works at untying Chloe’s tail while Fields moans in agony from the shot to her privates. Finally released, Strawberry slumps into the man’s arms.
“Be a dear Curt,” the champ calls from inside. “And get that curtain-jerker in here. There’s a good boy.”
Craig growls in annoyance at the champ. He looks into the welled doe eyes of Fields and assists the bow-legged beauty to the apron’s edge.
“Sorry, Chloe. You have to get back in.”
Fields grunts and nods, getting atop the canvas with some effort and slithering slowly back in. Long hops up and slides easily between the cables, cutting off the advancing Scott.
“Give her a second.”
“I’m sorry, but I’m pretty sure the rules say I don’t have to Chuck.”
Zoe uses her favorite handlebar to pull Fields to something approximating vertical, the sneering Dubai Diva dips and wraps her arms around the waist of her fellow brunette, cinching in a front bearhug and lifting the slender high-flyer into air of which she wants no part.
With her foe off the canvas, Zoe genuflects, dropping Fields’ already aching crotch onto the plank of her upper leg with a vicious inverted Atomic Drop that sends Chloe bouncing high into the air, hands buried between her legs before she returns to earth.
Landing in a knock-kneed squat, Fields is frozen as the Best Thing Ever scoops her up with ease, spinning the Upstart onto her right shoulder. From there, it’s a short and ring-rattling journey for the challenger, Zoe racing forward several steps and POUNDING Chloe into the deck with a running powerslam.
Running Powerslam (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tkv0tZMuDOM )
For a moment Scott kneels next to demolished Strawberry but decides against the pin, shaking her head with a toothy grin.
“Not yet.”
Zoe waggles a raised index finger as she rises and moves to the nearest set of buckles. The Oil Baroness rises up the corner, her back to the ring and her rival. Reaching the top, she stands on her perch staring out at the haters, making a motion like she’s again ripping off the head of Beary. Seeming to glory in the loathing, the beauty from the Emirates launches toward the splayed Chloe, spinning through a corkscrew toward a gutting moonsault.
Corkscrew Moonsault (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UQH2HmsKNc0 )
But as Zoe reaches the point of no return, plummeting toward her target, Chloe pulls her knees in and up and Scott impales her taut tummy against the raised bony caps of her foe. Bouncing away, the champ implodes into a fetal ball, hugging her abdomen like she’s keeping internal organs in place; her breathless moans, music to the crowd’s ears.
A few feet away, Strawberry’s not a lot better but a loud “CHLO-EEE” chant seems to reach into her reserves. The Upstart slowly rises, a hitch still in her giddyup but a growing snarl creasing her lips.
A few feet away Zoe also seems to be recovering, a few pained stamps of those expensively clad feet before uncoiling and rolling to her front. But she doesn’t get any further than that, Fields flying over with vengeance in her mind and dropping two quick but surprisingly vicious stomps into the small of the champ’s back. “Get up!” she demands, reaching down and grabbing a handful of Scott’s top and another of her bottoms to drag the protesting brunette to her feet.
Verticality doesn’t seem to be particularly to the liking of the Diva, turning with a snarl and putting one hand straight in the shorter woman’s face. A small shove is enough to earn her a few feet of space, which she uses to spin around, one arm out in a big swinging Lariat attempt. But she gets nothing but air, Chloe ducking neatly under the whiffed strike and slipping around to one side. She flicks another rapid kick up into Scott’s hurting breadbox then gives the champ an extremely accelerated bum’s rush, shoving her face-first through the ropes and out onto the floor!
Completely reversing her fortunes from earlier, it’s now Zoe who finds herself flying out of the ring. But Fields clearly doesn’t possess that same level of cruelty, the champion avoiding her challenger’s fate and hitting the floor before she can have a painful collusion with the unforgiving cage wall. Her landing isn’t much better though, crashing down chest-first into the ringside matting. She rolls to one side propped against the cage, one hand dazedly checking her nose for blood while the other massages at the pain in that well-padded chest.
She’s interrupted from her reverie by the sight of Chloe Fields, standing tall in the ring above her. Scott scrambles up, dashing forwards with both hands out to try to snatch the Upstart’s legs out from under her. She grabs hold of one of Chloe’s boots but can’t avoid the other, which lifts up and swings under the rope deliver a short and uncharacteristically nasty kick square into the Diva’s nose.
“You’re nothing but a bully!” Fields shouts as the champ stumbles away. The crowds outside the cage roar their agreement, clearly loving the new level of aggression shown by their favourite. Chloe refuses to be distracted though, waiting for Scott to turn back around before yelling “this is for what you did to Katya!” Message delivered she sprints to the corner and uses the ropes to leap up and over, dropping down to SMECK her legs around the Oil Baroness’ addled noggin. Somehow Scott keeps her feet but only for a second, Fields swinging backwards and through to send her former tormentress catapulting away.
Triangle Hurricanrana
www.youtube.com/watch?v=fH4RQvlVLsA
Tossed into an enforced tumble, Zoe bumps down on her neck and shoulders, letting out an audible gasp at the pain. She uses that momentum to roll through, scrambling back to her feet. But it’s the disorientation that seems to be even more dangerous for her, the champ looking dizzy to the point of drunkenness as she stumbles around between the ring and the cage wall. Sizing her up, Fields shouts “this is for what you did to my friend Bunny!”, takes two fast steps and launches herself into a somersault, cannonballing right into the battered Diva and sending her sprawling.
Apron Somersault Senton
www.youtube.com/watch?v=lFEpAoU3ZUQ
Scott slams down on her back and lets out a loud ‘OOOF’ as the flying Floridian’s weight crashes down on top of her. Chloe pops neatly to her feet, finally cracking a smile as the Upstart Nation bellows around her. But her pleasure is interrupted by the slightly confused voice of Craig Long. “Chloe?” he called uncertainly, “I don’t know what’s happened to you tonight but you can’t win the championship at ringside. Get her back in the ring please.”
Fields is already one step ahead, refusing to let herself get distracted. She gives the referee a small but extremely determined nod and bends to grab Dubai togs again. Scott looks stunned, the champ struggling to keep her feet beneath her as she’s tugged upwards. But after a few rough yanks Chloe shoves her prey up and under the bottom rope, climbing up after her. In fact she goes one further, stepping over to the corner and climbing up to the top buckle.
Down on the canvas, Zoe rolls over once more and comes to a stop on her back. Her eyes are open but seem to be staring dazedly at the lights, her chest heaving as she tries to recover her breath and her senses.
Perched high above her, Chloe turns her back and spreads her arms wide, driving the crowd noise still higher. She takes just a second more, allowing herself a quick glance back at her target and a deep breath in order to shout “This is for what you did to my bestest friend Strawbeary!” at the top of her lungs. And then she’s airborne once more, tucking her head between her legs to spin one way even as she’s flying the other.
Cheers turn to concern in mid-air, Zoe apparently recovering enough to rapidly scooch herself out of the splashdown zone. But Chloe manages to avoid her opponent’s former fate, somehow realising the danger mid-spin and tucking up tighter to land on her feet! The fans are very pleased to see their favourite avoid a painful landing, but Fields has landed with her back to the champion and very quickly learns why this is a bad idea, Zoe scrambling up behind her and firing a big swinging punt right up between her legs!
All the previous hurting Chloe has endured in the match seems to come flooding back, the challenger dropping both hands to massage her abused center. Behind her, Scott sees a perfect opportunity to add to the hurt, grabbing at either side of that pink skirt and yanking the bottoms up as high as she can. The Upstart’s ‘eep’s of pain only get louder, but the champ isn’t done, showing all her strength to lift Fields up off the canvas. And then she drops her, slipping down to one knee herself so that the posted joint once again splits Strawberry’s wickets, her improvised wedgie-come-atomic-drop earing a round of boos from the masses.
Atomic Drop
www.youtube.com/watch?v=PdW2hCJt2dc
“No-one cares about your stupid friends,” Zoe tells the hurting Upstart as she staggers forward from the drop. Fields doesn’t get far, the vengeful Diva grabbing a big handful of brunette tresses to yank her backwards and then hooking an arm around her neck. She turns away, the battling lightweights now back-to-back, and hisses “and your stupid bear wasn’t worth the trash he was stuffed with.”
Chloe’s struggles get even stronger at this last insult but she can’t quite break the champion’s grip, Scott dropping to her butt and whiplashing Strawberry’s neck viciously across her shoulder.
Hangman’s Neckbreaker
www.youtube.com/watch?v=27cYbPg4pcY
Bouncing away from the impact, Chloe flops to her back and brings both hands up, cradling her neck. She’s allowed to stay on her back for just a second as the Oil Baroness makes a great show of dusting her hands off, but the respite is fleeting, Zoe snatching one arm away and using it to roll the smaller woman onto her front. Lying down across the hurting Upstart, Scott scissors one arm between her caramel thighs and reaches down to lock her fingers underneath Fields’ chin. Chloe knows what’s coming both hands trying desperately to pry the champion’s grip apart, but she can’t prevent Zoe from leaning back and locking in an ugly but extremely effective Crossface.
“Did you really think you deserve some sort of revenge?” the Diva asks. The question is clearly rhetorical, Fields’ jaw clamped shut by that hateful grip, and Scott knows it, which is why she’s quick to continue. “All you’re going to do tonight is cry into the canvas until you admit to everyone watching that you’re no match for the greatest champion this company has ever seen. Which is ME!”
Long asks Fields if she’s ready to admit she’s had enough, even if she’s not ready to go as far as Scott wants. Zoe forcibly nods Strawberry’s head ‘yes’ and Craig seems ready to call for the bell, but the frantic grunts from the tawny-skinned brunette make it through the sometimes thick skull of the zebra she’s not ready to say uncle.
Fields pries fruitlessly at the crossface grip of the Oil Baroness then digs her nails into the canvas and pulls herself toward the cables.
“We’re in a cage, ditz,” the Dubai Diva barks. “There’s no disqualification and the ropes can’t save you.”
But perhaps Zoe’s impatience does. She unlocks her grasp to pound a forearm blow into the side of Chloe’s head that leaves the doe-eyed grappler glazed and dazed but free. Zoe rises to a standing straddle of the blasted ‘Berry and raises her arms high and wide.
“You thought this ragged little Upstart could beat the Best Thing Ever?”
Zoe rips Fields to her feet with a tug on the brunette’s right wrist. She bullies Chloe to the ropes, pushing deep into the cables then lets her foe fly with an Irish whip, the former Cirque de Soleil star racing to the far strands. The slender grappler rebounds at warp speed, sprinting back at the waiting Zoe.
Scott plucks Chloe off the canvas on her hip and launches Strawberry (sans Beary) to a shoulder, half the Upstart on either side, the champion ready to remove all doubt with a front powerslam.
Front Powerslam (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EQs0hwDk7iE )
Zoe adds to the anticipation, showing Chloe off to each side of the arena, but Fields wriggles loose and slides down the lightweight titleholder’s back before Scott can deposit the Upstart to the deck. Chloe shoves the shoulderblades of her dark-haired foe, Zoe using the momentum to hit the ropes herself. She barrels down on the stationed Fields, dipping slightly to lower a shoulder. The acrobatic Fields leapfrogs over the charging Scott, Zoe racing onto her next set of ropes and through another U-turn.
But as Zoe reaches her target, Fields leaps, lithe legs extended. The bronzed stems wrap tight around Scott’s temples and Chloe backflips into a hurricarana, sending Zoe somersaulting through the air to land heavily on her spine. To her credit, the Dubai Diva is up quickly, but nowhere near as fast as the revenge-minded Upstart.
Moving to the ropes at Zoe’s side, the brunette climbs to the middle cable, grasping the top. She springboards away from the rubber-coated steel and BANGS a roundhouse kick off Scott’s cranium. Zoe pirouettes through the concussive impact but somehow remains upright, dark eyes spinning.
Springboard Roundhouse Kick (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aFbcmW6XwJk )
Chloe snorts in frustration at the ability of the so-called Best Thing Ever to remain on her feet.
The pink-clad challenger takes off for the ropes to gain some momentum, bounding back at full speed. But Zoe seems ready, scooping the oncoming Fields off the deck easily. Chloe’s motion is harder to control than her mass however, and she spins around Zoe’s upper frame like a top, finally latching onto the champ’s noggin in a front facelock and laying out, SPKING Scott’s skull to the canvas with a tilt-a-whirl DDT!
Tilt-a-whirl DDT (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zigIfNnwtJk )
The ring rattles with the impact, Zoe absently flopping to her back, ending in a motionless starfish. Fields dives atop the flattened diva in a crossbody pin and Long slaps the canvas for the…
ONE…
TWO…
The Oil Baroness throws a shoulder up, saving her title and another Upstart reign at sub-125. The crowd groans in irritation, booing when Craig leaps to his feet and enthusiastically shouts “TWO!”
Though the scrunch of Fields’ nose is absolutely adorable, it shows her dander is up about the speed of the count or lack thereof. But she quickly turns her attention back to Zoe, yanking her foe up by a wrist and shoulder and bum rushing the Baroness to a set of ropes. She sends her fellow lightweight flying over, CRASHING into the cage with a metallic CLACK, Zoe ending puddled on her haunches at the base of the chain link.
Chloe slips through the cables much more carefully and dips to get in the Dubai diva’s ear.
“You taught me something with what you did to poor Beary,” Fields growls, choking over the words. “You taught me you have to be mean to meanies.”
Standing perpendicular to the champ at Scott’s left shoulder, Chloe lifts Zoe’s head by her locks, taking the chin of the Oil Baroness off her chest, then swings a knee looping in from behind, CRACKING the bony joint into the back of the diva’s braincase and, in turn, SLAMMING her face into the steel of the cage wall.
The FAWNatics ‘OOOOOH’ at the sight of spiteful violence from the usually upbeat Upstart, Zoe finishing in a speadeagle at Fields’ feet after the collision.
Strawberry doesn’t hesitate for an instant. She climbs the nearby ropes then springboards through a leap to the chain link like a spider monkey, spinning through a 180 to latch onto the cage a good eight feet above the splayed Baroness. But the former circus star isn’t done climbing. She scurries another half-dozen feet higher before looking over a shoulder to gauge her altitude.
Several feet above the top buckle, she launches off the metal edifice, her body turning and tucking into a tight Strawberry cannonball, figuratively exploding into Zoe’s taut tummy from stratospheric levels. A bugeyed Zoe is resuscitated instantly and breathlessly, Chloe’s shins collapsing the champ’s diaphragm, forcing every bit of air out of her foe’s lungs. Zoe jackknifes around the impact point in a ragged ‘V’ shape before melting to horizontal, moaning and hugging her tummy when Chloe rolls off her.
Fields grabs a wrist of the Dubai diva and tugs Scott to the ropes. She gives up the grip to slip through then reacquires to drag Zoe in cavewoman-stule before propping up the gutted titleholder in a corner.
Slipping behind the aching Oil Baroness she shoves Zoe forward, Scott staggering a few steps while Fields pops up to the middle ropes behind her. Before Zoe can get out of range, Chloe leaps from her perch. Her hands wrap around the front of the Emirates fighter and when Fields drops to the canvas, again folded into a ball, Zoe is ripped off her boot leather and BLASTED with a full spoonful of Strawberry Jam.
Strawberry Jam (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bni0ISoO7UA )
A levelled Zoe ends on her left side, unaware of her environment. The crowd is tensed with excitement, waiting for the title to change hands. Fields pushes Scott to her back, overjoyed the cage is keeping any interference at bay while she drops her body across the demolished form of the soon-to-be ex-champ.
Craig Long drops to his knees beside the pair, Hand raising and dropping as the combined masses of the Upstart Nation scream along with him through…
ONE
TWO
THR???
“THREE” rings out throughout the entire building, almost loud enough to blow the roof off. But there’s only one person who actually has the power to declare the end of the match, and the third slap of his hand comes up millimeters short. It quickly becomes clear why, the Oil Baroness demonstrating a previously unseen level of resilience to lift one arm up and juuust get her shoulder off the canvas, keeping one fingernail on ‘her’ title in the process.
Most of the crowd don’t seem to realise this, cheering uproariously for what they think is a new and much more popular queen of the Lightweights. But Chloe’s body language tells them otherwise, those doe eyes looking up in hurt and disbelief at Long.
“Sorry Chloe,” he responds, “she beat the count.”
Finally Fields’ air of focus and concentration shows a few tiny cracks, the fan favourite’s face suddenly looking wobbly as she slaps both hands to the mat in frustration. The FAWNatics all around her are howling too, but Strawberry somehow manages to regain her composure, climbing wearily but determinedly back to her feet. Zoe has rolled over onto her front in the meantime but it seems to have been mostly on instinct, a fact which Fields is very aware of.
Taking a surprisingly spiteful little step on the grounded Diva’s spine, Chloe climbs over her prone form and turns back, using the toe of one black boot to shove her onto her back. Then the Upstart is climbing once more, ascending to the top buckle and perching there while taking a quick glance behind to check out her target. It looks like Scott is in for a big and extremely unwanted helping of Strawberry Sundae as the Floridian sets her feet for launch.
One last glance behind her is enough to disrupt that plan though, Scott back upright and making an unsteady lunge in her direction. Strawberry’s finisher swiftly becomes a gorgeous backflip, taking her over the dazed Oil Baroness into a neat landing on the mat. So neat in fact that she immediately hops up again, kicking out a gorgeous Standing Dropkick which thumps into Zoe’s upper back and sends her flying chest-first into the turnbuckle.
The champ’s well-padded chest takes all of the impact, Scott bouncing away clutching at her overspilling gurls while her badly addled brain tries to work out where her challenger has gone. She’s still processing this when the Upstart appears, hopping up to snatch one arm around the back of her head while those tawny thighs ‘SMECK’ into Scott’s waist.
Her momentum drags both women down into a messy somersault, ending with Fields sitting neatly in the champion’s lap and leaning back even further on her guillotine. The Diva suddenly gets a sense of déjà vu, trapped as she is in the ‘Crush’ that led to her disqualification in the pair’s last encounter.
Strawberry Crush
www.youtube.com/watch?v=X2-z3iz2FHw
Straight away the Dubai Diva is reaching out for the ropes, knowing she’s close to the corner. This only elicits a giggle from Strawberry, apparently not too concerned.
“We’re in a cage, ditz!” she eagerly says, the champion recognising her own words from earlier coming back to haunt her. “The ropes can’t save you and neither can that big blonde meanie you paid.”
Fields leans back further, cranking down on her choke and feeling certain that she’s finally got the champion beat. But despite her rapidly reddening face and gasping breath it turns out the Oil Baroness still has at least one trick up her sleeve, using that apparently futile grip on the strands to drag herself closer. It’s only a matter of seconds before she can dangle her legs over the apron, using both hands to drag herself further under the bottom rope. Infuriated though she is, Chloe is forced to let the devious Diva go or risk a tumble onto the ringside concrete.
As a result it’s only Zoe who ends up there, flopping over the edge of the apron and landing with a graceless thump. At first she can’t do anything but just lie there, taking huge gasping breaths to refill her lungs and presumably thank her lucky stars. After a few long seconds, she uses the apron to scramble to her feet.
Up in the ring, Chloe has been waiting for just such a cue. Backing up a few steps she dashes forward in a flat sprint, diving headfirst between the bottom and middle cables on an arrow-straight Suicide Dive aimed right at the barely-recovered Diva. But finally it seems that Scott has managed to get one step ahead, dropping to her knees as the former Cirque du Soleil star soars towards her and giving the lighter woman a hefty shove from underneath. Fields flight takes her headfirst into the cage, her noggin colliding with unforgiving steel for a concussive impact which is made even worse as she drops more than six feet to the floor!
Suddenly the screams of support from the fans have all turned to ‘oooohs’ of sympathy and concern, their favourite flopping onto the lightly padded concrete and showing little sign of movement. Scott is still looking pretty beaten up too, on her knees and seeming badly winded, but she’s at least got her own locomotion, shuffling over towards the devastated Upstart and kneeling above her with murder in her eyes.
Reaching down, the Diva grabs a handful of brown locks and pulls Chloe’s head up into a vague sitting position. Strawberry’s big doe eyes are open but looking misty and a little tearful after her spectacular crash landing. It’s a sight that could melt the heart of almost anyone, but apparently not the Oil Baroness, Zoe reaching her free hand back and THWACKING a stiff Palm Strike right into that shocked face!
Showstopper
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Umzdhid8Gx4
Zoe’s signature strike is devastating under normal circumstances, but with Strawberry’s head resting against the chain links it’s made so much worse, her skull rattling against the steel. And things get even worse as Scott keeps hold of her hair-grip, using it to turn Fields’ head so that her face is resting against the steel. The crowd around is quiet, seemingly pleading for mercy for the favourite. But the champion shows none, firing out a second Showstopper, this time thumping into the back of Chloe’s bonce and mashing those pretty features square into the cage wall!
Finally, mercifully, the champion releases Chloe’s hair, letting the potentially concussed Upstart slump to the floor. Scott sits back on her haunches too, one hand holding her stomach and the other massaging her boobs as the many hurts inflicted on her take their toll. But Zoe’s reputation as the ultimate opportunist still holds, the champion somehow finding the energy to drag the battered form of Fields over to the ring and shoveling her up onto the apron.
Wearily pulling herself up into the ring, Scott grabs the devastated Upstart by the hair and starts pulling her upright, a difficult task given just how out of it Chloe is after her multiple traumas with the cage. The Diva is looking exhausted too, but she manages to drag Strawberry to wobbly legs. And, just for good measure, she slips behind and slams a short but nasty Kneelift up between those tawny legs, piling yet more pain on the other brunette’s abused center.
Fields would almost certainly have collapsed to the canvas if the champion had permitted her, but instead Zoe bent and tucked her head between those wobbly knees, one last burst of effort lifting the former acrobat up onto her shoulders. The crowd’s concern reached a fever pitch, shouting warnings to their favourite, but their heroine seemed too far gone to react, powerless as Scott reaches up to tuck her hands behind the challenger’s head, then throwing her burden forwards.
Blessing
www.youtube.com/watch?v=i-Swo1_qQa4
The Oil Baroness’ finisher dumps Chloe down on the back of her head, seeming to finally switch her lights out for good. She stays stacked up between Scott’s legs as the champion reaches forwards, planting one weary hand on tawny back to keep the valiant challenger in place as Long drops to count…
ONE
TWO
THREE!
Boos ring from all sides of the arena as the referee turns and signals the timekeeper. But it doesn’t look like either combatant is aware of this, Zoe dropping to her back in a sweaty pool of exhaustion while Fields is finally allowed to spread out onto the mat. Neither woman shows signs of movement, the champion showing little more than a twitch as the announcer’s voice rings out.
“Ladies and gentlemen…your winner, by way of pinfall…ZOE SCOTT!”
The amplified words revive the titleholder, the Best Thing Ever pushing off her palms to reach a seated position next to the still ‘Blessed’ Strawberry. Zoe piefaces Fields’ features, the Upstart’s head flopping in the opposite direction, Chloe remaining unconscious.
The Dubai Diva, leaves a demolished Fields matbound as she shoves to her feet and places a boot sole on a cheek of the Upstart, flattening the face of the gobsmacked challenger.
Isobel Lamont, having appeared on the upper stage at the bell, heads down the ramp. Reaching the cage, the busty blonde swipes the key and the lightweight title belt from a bumbling attendant. She opens the enclosure and steps through with tonight’s prize.
Isobel Lamont
With Bel rising up the steps, the impatient Oil Baroness motions her employee to get her pear-shaped ass in gear. Lamont slides through the ropes and, with a beaming smile, hands over the championship to the victor.
Zoe finally removes her boot from Fields’ mug and stuffs the gold in the still snoozing Upstart’s face instead.
“My only regret is knocking you so far into next week you can’t enjoy this,” Scott informs the ragdoll.
Zoe turns to Lamont.
“Next time. Get down here faster.”
“But boss, they wouldn’t let me go until the bell.”
“No damn excuses. I tell you what to do, not FAWN.”
The woman from the Emirates barely gets the words out of her mouth when ‘God Save the Queen’ blares through the arena’s speakers.
Lo and behold, another latecomer is on her way to the steel enclosure, an auburn-haired Brit of ill repute. Elizabeth Cromwell, with stick in hand, strides down the ramp like she owns the place. Reaching the cage, her and QE II’s music fades and she raises the microphone to her ruby lips.
Elizabeth Cromwell
“Don’t pat yourself on the back too much, Zoe,” Lizzie pronounces, safely on the other side of the cage from both the champ and her muscle. “After all, you only proved yourself better than a little Upstart trollop. I know the Upstarts. I tagged with the Upstart Deluxe. And I KNOW I’m much more deluxe than Sinclair, Fields, any of them.”
Isobel moves directly on the other side of the cage, inviting Cromwell in.
“Get the meathead back, Zoe. Or I’ll go in there and take her head off.”
Scott grins and bids Elizabeth in. Cromwell declines through inaction rather than words.
“It’s obvious you need to step up in rank to make that belt meaningful,” Lizzie continues. “And since I’m the #1 contender,” Cromwell fibs, everyone in the arena knowing full well she wouldn’t be if there was one, “I demand the shot at March to War. If you don’t, there’s no telling…”
Zoe holds up her right hand, dark eyes rolling at the gatecrasher.
“Since I’ll enjoy shutting your mouth as much as anyone’s, consider it done.”
Chloe adds a groan, emerging from her coma, and Scott stomps her taut tanned tummy, sending Fields into a fit of moaning mewls.
“You see what I did to this one?” Zoe adds. “She was polite even if she didn’t know her place. You? I might just make an example of you.”
Her goal accomplished, Elizabeth lets the threat slough off her shoulders with a shrug.
“Your reign’s over,” Cromwell barks. “God save the Queen.”
Lizzie’s music returns. She turns and marches up the ramp as Isobel peels Chloe off the canvas.
The big blonde pulls Fields’ head between her powerful thighs, wrapping her arms around Fields’ gulping tummy, and flips the Upstart up her frame. Momentarily, Chloe has a seat on Lamont’s shoulders, but her frantic features and pinwheeling arms tell the story as she’s powerbombed nearly THROUGH the canvas.
With Strawberry out for the count again in a wide spreadeagle, the champ and her bodyguard decide there’s little left to prove. Zoe raises her title high and follows Isobel out of the cage, leaving the janitorial staff to clean up what’s left of Chloe.
Zoe Scott
Chloe Fields
But it’s referee Craig Long whom she beelines for, grasping the man by the lapels and dragging his face closer to her own. “Listen closely, Carl,” she hisses, “everyone is here tonight to watch me finally crush this little idiot. All you have to do is stay out of my way, and make sure she doesn’t sneak any more of her little friends in here to interrupt. Understand?”
“I’m here to make sure you obey the rules miss, and…” As usual it doesn’t look like Zoe is interested in hearing from anyone besides herself, turning away and giving the man a shove in the chest to dismiss him. She struts over to her corner, turning to rest her back on the buckles. “What’s the matter?” she calls mockingly over to Chloe, “feeling a little lonely?” There’s not the slightest hint of a response from Strawberry, the Upstart only crouching forwards a little more and hanging a fraction tighter to the ropes at either side.
Satisfied that everything is in order, Long gestures to the timekeeper. The sound of the bell rings out a few seconds later, bringing with it a roar from the crowd which only increases further as Fields rockets out from her corner at blinding speed. She covers the distance to Zoe in the blink of an eye, launching into a two-footed Shotgun Dropkick. Zoe only manages to get two steps out of her own corner before she’s sent flying, thumping back into the buckles with spine-rattling force as Chloe pops to her feet.
Seeing Scott still sprawled in the corner, Fields takes two fast steps and throws herself into a big jumping forearm which CLUNKs into the Oil Baroness’ well-padded chest. The champ takes a second to check her gurls but she needs to check again very quickly, Chloe hopping up to the second rope and flicking out a quick side kick from her elevated position which slams once again into Zoe’s sternum. With the other brunette apparently mollified Fields propels herself even higher, swinging up to ‘SMECK’ both thighs around the champion’s head and then swinging herself back down to the mat with Scott dragged along for the ride.
The forced somersault slams the Dubai girl down on the back of her neck, getting a nasty whiplash effect as momentum yanks her free of the headscissors. She rolls up to standing, only for the already-vertical Upstart to grab one arm and try whipping her right back into the corner. It looks like Scott’s finally managed to catch her bearings though, planting her feet and reversing the whip to send Chloe charging headlong towards the buckles instead.
Displaying a speed of thought to match her physical prowess, Strawberry manages to put the brakes on well before any collision. Even better she has the wherewithal to flick out a blind but extremely prescient Back Kick which thumps once again into Zoe’s chest, the champ’s attempt to sneak up from behind firmly rebuffed. In fact, things get even worse for Zoe, Fields grabbing the ropes and flicking herself up and out to once again wrap her legs around Dubai noggin. This time the Diva’s trip has an even more painful ending, Chloe rolling underneath to send her headfirst into that lightly-padded steel!
Headscissors turnbuckle whip
www.youtube.com/watch?v=-V5cItkCgho
Having her crown driven into the buckle is enough to knock Zoe briefly loopy, the dazed champion recoiling from the impact and ending up on her back in a heap. Chloe briefly glances down at her, perhaps considering a pin, but she quickly decides she’s not quite done yet, instead hopping up to the second buckle. She uses the ropes on either side as a springboard, those Cirque Du Soleil skills allowing her to get outrageous height above the prone Oil Baroness. And then she comes crashing down, one elbow targeted right at the champion’s heart.
Corner diving elbow drop
www.youtube.com/watch?v=839xRnlWn0U
Chloe lands on her target with a noise like cement hitting the floor, although that sound is quickly drowned out by the thousands-strong cheers of the Upstart Nation. Fields clearly appreciates the support but she’s still all business, rolling back to hook a leg and stack the champion up for …
ONE
TWO
THRNOOOOO!
Everyone outside the cage thinks she’s got it, a roof-lifting roar turning all of a sudden to confusion and boos as Long holds two fingers up. In truth, Scott barely seems to have moved, still devastated from that hottest of starts from her challenger. But the referee is gesturing to the nearest rope and the expensive trainer hanging off it, Zoe apparently displaying enough ring awareness to stay alive at least a little while longer and avoid losing the shortest and most one-sided cage match in FAWN history.
Given the circumstances most might expect Fields to be a little frustrated at coming so close so early. But the giggly girl who might have been thrown off her game by such events in the past doesn’t seem to be here tonight. Chloe gets straight back to work, scrambling to her feet as Scott rolls to all fours. She traps the Diva in yet another headscissors. Sadly for her fans this one seems destined to be less successful than her previous attempts, Zoe still having the wherewithal to reach out and grab the bottom rope, screeching “BREAK!” as soon as she does.
“She’s in the ropes, Chloe!” Long calls in response.
He actually turns away for a second, so sure of the legal response he’d get, only to turn back in surprise as Fields just locks her feet together and squeezes down even harder. For a second, he seems stunned at the usually law-abiding Upstart’s antics, but he quickly recovers to start a count, Chloe releasing at 3 and finally stepping back. For her part, Scott can do little more than collapse to her side, leaning on the bottom rope and shifting the hair from her eyes, clearly still reeling from the sheer speed of Strawberry’s assault.
Fields is clearly still feeling the adrenaline, allowing only a few seconds of recovery time for the champion before she’s storming right back in again. But before she can reach down and grab at the Diva, she’s intercepted, Scott swinging her body round and tangling up those tanned legs to trip the Floridian up. Chloe ends up falling forward with her neck across the middle rope, gagging as she reaches up to grasp at her throat while Zoe scrambles up alongside her.
Regardless of how out-of-breath she might be Zoe’s still a master at taking advantage of an opponent’s misfortune, and she’s quickly draping one leg across the back of Strawberry’s neck. She leans her weight in, crushing the Upstart’s windpipe down onto the unforgiving cables, Chloe’s feet kicking impotently as she tries to reopen her windpipe. Luckily Craig Long is there to help, offering only a brief admonishment to the champion before starting his count. He’s reached four when Zoe finally relents, shooting him a withering look and slipping out through the ropes to the apron.
All of a sudden the noise around the arena becomes a lot more concerned as the Oil Baroness takes two big handfuls of brunette hair and uses them to drag Fields out to join her. She’s not there for long though, Zoe setting her feet and simply dragging the smaller woman off the edge. The fall from the apron would already be quite a nasty one but it’s made all the worse when Chloe’s flailing body slams into the unforgiving steel cage wall, the former champion letting out an involuntary groan as she slumps down onto the ringside matting.
Perhaps not fully aware of where she is, Chloe’s hands search for something to help climb to her feet. Unfortunately, she finds Zoe’s legs. The Dubai Diva looks down with a sinister smirk.
“You want up, all you had to do was ask,” Scott purrs, helping Fields up by her signature ponytail.
Wincing from the tug of her ‘handle’, Chloe’s girlish features are introduced to the steel mesh of the cage by the Best Thing Ever and the FAWNatics go apeshit when Zoe starts to drag Strawberry’s face across the chain link, Chloe yelping in pain, her face scrubbed halfway down the length of the enclosure. Reaching a corner, Zoe draws the Floridian’s head back and SLAMS it into the crease of the unforgiving metal. Chloe melts to her haunches, redfaced from the earlier abuse and now in a stupor from the collision.
Scott lowers her head to get in the Upstart’s ear.
“It’s a shame Christian nixed the escape-the-cage option or you might have had a chance. Me? I wasn’t leaving anyway.”
Again, Zoe sinks a set of nails into Fields’ pony and hauls Strawberry up on slender, wobbly legs. The genius of Scott is put on display as she slips the end of the tail through one of the steel diamond shapes of the cage wall before looping it back inside and artfully tying the long locks in a knot.
Tethered to the cage but as yet unaware, Chloe lifts chin from chest, doe eyes still cloudy. She raises an open hand and swats the taste from Zoe’s mouth with a loud echoing slap. Scott staggers back a few steps and Fields follows, until she can’t, her knotted pony holding her back. Reflexively, she turns to discover the problem and is wide-eyed in disbelief. Fields starts to return her gaze to her opponent, mouth agape.
“You buhhh…”
Chloe’s words are cut short when a surging Zoe RAMS a forearm smash into Strawberry’s jaw, ROCKING the Upstart. She starts to tumble to the floor but the knot keeps her suspended, adding insult to injury, Fields’ follicles yanked without the Oil Baroness having to get her hands dirty.
Grinning like a Cheshire cat, Zoe plays with Chloe like a cat with her trapped mouse, swatting rights and lefts into Fields’ face. The Upstart gets her feet beneath her, providing some slack from her tied tail, but Scott piles on with a side kick to the tawny tummy of the Upstart. Chloe again gets her scalp seared when she starts to reflexively double over toward the point of impact and finds her knotted locks won’t allow it.
“Clearly, the bear was the brains of the outfit,” Zoe shouts to the back row in case anyone in the arena is hard of hearing, following a good laugh at Fields’ expense.
Though there isn’t going to be a countout due to the stipulations, it doesn’t mean Long can’t badger the Best Thing Ever about getting the former Cirque de Soleil star back in the ring.
“You want the idiot somewhere in particular,” the Dubai Diva responds, “why don’t you come get her?”
Zoe gives Fields a ‘going away’ present, namely a brutal punt to the pussy, and raises her hands as the jeers of the crowd fall in dousing sheets on the Lightweight champion. Scott slides into the ring and pops to her feet. She takes a victory lap while motioning for Craig to get the puppy off her leash.
A frustrated Long slides out and works at untying Chloe’s tail while Fields moans in agony from the shot to her privates. Finally released, Strawberry slumps into the man’s arms.
“Be a dear Curt,” the champ calls from inside. “And get that curtain-jerker in here. There’s a good boy.”
Craig growls in annoyance at the champ. He looks into the welled doe eyes of Fields and assists the bow-legged beauty to the apron’s edge.
“Sorry, Chloe. You have to get back in.”
Fields grunts and nods, getting atop the canvas with some effort and slithering slowly back in. Long hops up and slides easily between the cables, cutting off the advancing Scott.
“Give her a second.”
“I’m sorry, but I’m pretty sure the rules say I don’t have to Chuck.”
Zoe uses her favorite handlebar to pull Fields to something approximating vertical, the sneering Dubai Diva dips and wraps her arms around the waist of her fellow brunette, cinching in a front bearhug and lifting the slender high-flyer into air of which she wants no part.
With her foe off the canvas, Zoe genuflects, dropping Fields’ already aching crotch onto the plank of her upper leg with a vicious inverted Atomic Drop that sends Chloe bouncing high into the air, hands buried between her legs before she returns to earth.
Landing in a knock-kneed squat, Fields is frozen as the Best Thing Ever scoops her up with ease, spinning the Upstart onto her right shoulder. From there, it’s a short and ring-rattling journey for the challenger, Zoe racing forward several steps and POUNDING Chloe into the deck with a running powerslam.
Running Powerslam (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tkv0tZMuDOM )
For a moment Scott kneels next to demolished Strawberry but decides against the pin, shaking her head with a toothy grin.
“Not yet.”
Zoe waggles a raised index finger as she rises and moves to the nearest set of buckles. The Oil Baroness rises up the corner, her back to the ring and her rival. Reaching the top, she stands on her perch staring out at the haters, making a motion like she’s again ripping off the head of Beary. Seeming to glory in the loathing, the beauty from the Emirates launches toward the splayed Chloe, spinning through a corkscrew toward a gutting moonsault.
Corkscrew Moonsault (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UQH2HmsKNc0 )
But as Zoe reaches the point of no return, plummeting toward her target, Chloe pulls her knees in and up and Scott impales her taut tummy against the raised bony caps of her foe. Bouncing away, the champ implodes into a fetal ball, hugging her abdomen like she’s keeping internal organs in place; her breathless moans, music to the crowd’s ears.
A few feet away, Strawberry’s not a lot better but a loud “CHLO-EEE” chant seems to reach into her reserves. The Upstart slowly rises, a hitch still in her giddyup but a growing snarl creasing her lips.
A few feet away Zoe also seems to be recovering, a few pained stamps of those expensively clad feet before uncoiling and rolling to her front. But she doesn’t get any further than that, Fields flying over with vengeance in her mind and dropping two quick but surprisingly vicious stomps into the small of the champ’s back. “Get up!” she demands, reaching down and grabbing a handful of Scott’s top and another of her bottoms to drag the protesting brunette to her feet.
Verticality doesn’t seem to be particularly to the liking of the Diva, turning with a snarl and putting one hand straight in the shorter woman’s face. A small shove is enough to earn her a few feet of space, which she uses to spin around, one arm out in a big swinging Lariat attempt. But she gets nothing but air, Chloe ducking neatly under the whiffed strike and slipping around to one side. She flicks another rapid kick up into Scott’s hurting breadbox then gives the champ an extremely accelerated bum’s rush, shoving her face-first through the ropes and out onto the floor!
Completely reversing her fortunes from earlier, it’s now Zoe who finds herself flying out of the ring. But Fields clearly doesn’t possess that same level of cruelty, the champion avoiding her challenger’s fate and hitting the floor before she can have a painful collusion with the unforgiving cage wall. Her landing isn’t much better though, crashing down chest-first into the ringside matting. She rolls to one side propped against the cage, one hand dazedly checking her nose for blood while the other massages at the pain in that well-padded chest.
She’s interrupted from her reverie by the sight of Chloe Fields, standing tall in the ring above her. Scott scrambles up, dashing forwards with both hands out to try to snatch the Upstart’s legs out from under her. She grabs hold of one of Chloe’s boots but can’t avoid the other, which lifts up and swings under the rope deliver a short and uncharacteristically nasty kick square into the Diva’s nose.
“You’re nothing but a bully!” Fields shouts as the champ stumbles away. The crowds outside the cage roar their agreement, clearly loving the new level of aggression shown by their favourite. Chloe refuses to be distracted though, waiting for Scott to turn back around before yelling “this is for what you did to Katya!” Message delivered she sprints to the corner and uses the ropes to leap up and over, dropping down to SMECK her legs around the Oil Baroness’ addled noggin. Somehow Scott keeps her feet but only for a second, Fields swinging backwards and through to send her former tormentress catapulting away.
Triangle Hurricanrana
www.youtube.com/watch?v=fH4RQvlVLsA
Tossed into an enforced tumble, Zoe bumps down on her neck and shoulders, letting out an audible gasp at the pain. She uses that momentum to roll through, scrambling back to her feet. But it’s the disorientation that seems to be even more dangerous for her, the champ looking dizzy to the point of drunkenness as she stumbles around between the ring and the cage wall. Sizing her up, Fields shouts “this is for what you did to my friend Bunny!”, takes two fast steps and launches herself into a somersault, cannonballing right into the battered Diva and sending her sprawling.
Apron Somersault Senton
www.youtube.com/watch?v=lFEpAoU3ZUQ
Scott slams down on her back and lets out a loud ‘OOOF’ as the flying Floridian’s weight crashes down on top of her. Chloe pops neatly to her feet, finally cracking a smile as the Upstart Nation bellows around her. But her pleasure is interrupted by the slightly confused voice of Craig Long. “Chloe?” he called uncertainly, “I don’t know what’s happened to you tonight but you can’t win the championship at ringside. Get her back in the ring please.”
Fields is already one step ahead, refusing to let herself get distracted. She gives the referee a small but extremely determined nod and bends to grab Dubai togs again. Scott looks stunned, the champ struggling to keep her feet beneath her as she’s tugged upwards. But after a few rough yanks Chloe shoves her prey up and under the bottom rope, climbing up after her. In fact she goes one further, stepping over to the corner and climbing up to the top buckle.
Down on the canvas, Zoe rolls over once more and comes to a stop on her back. Her eyes are open but seem to be staring dazedly at the lights, her chest heaving as she tries to recover her breath and her senses.
Perched high above her, Chloe turns her back and spreads her arms wide, driving the crowd noise still higher. She takes just a second more, allowing herself a quick glance back at her target and a deep breath in order to shout “This is for what you did to my bestest friend Strawbeary!” at the top of her lungs. And then she’s airborne once more, tucking her head between her legs to spin one way even as she’s flying the other.
Cheers turn to concern in mid-air, Zoe apparently recovering enough to rapidly scooch herself out of the splashdown zone. But Chloe manages to avoid her opponent’s former fate, somehow realising the danger mid-spin and tucking up tighter to land on her feet! The fans are very pleased to see their favourite avoid a painful landing, but Fields has landed with her back to the champion and very quickly learns why this is a bad idea, Zoe scrambling up behind her and firing a big swinging punt right up between her legs!
All the previous hurting Chloe has endured in the match seems to come flooding back, the challenger dropping both hands to massage her abused center. Behind her, Scott sees a perfect opportunity to add to the hurt, grabbing at either side of that pink skirt and yanking the bottoms up as high as she can. The Upstart’s ‘eep’s of pain only get louder, but the champ isn’t done, showing all her strength to lift Fields up off the canvas. And then she drops her, slipping down to one knee herself so that the posted joint once again splits Strawberry’s wickets, her improvised wedgie-come-atomic-drop earing a round of boos from the masses.
Atomic Drop
www.youtube.com/watch?v=PdW2hCJt2dc
“No-one cares about your stupid friends,” Zoe tells the hurting Upstart as she staggers forward from the drop. Fields doesn’t get far, the vengeful Diva grabbing a big handful of brunette tresses to yank her backwards and then hooking an arm around her neck. She turns away, the battling lightweights now back-to-back, and hisses “and your stupid bear wasn’t worth the trash he was stuffed with.”
Chloe’s struggles get even stronger at this last insult but she can’t quite break the champion’s grip, Scott dropping to her butt and whiplashing Strawberry’s neck viciously across her shoulder.
Hangman’s Neckbreaker
www.youtube.com/watch?v=27cYbPg4pcY
Bouncing away from the impact, Chloe flops to her back and brings both hands up, cradling her neck. She’s allowed to stay on her back for just a second as the Oil Baroness makes a great show of dusting her hands off, but the respite is fleeting, Zoe snatching one arm away and using it to roll the smaller woman onto her front. Lying down across the hurting Upstart, Scott scissors one arm between her caramel thighs and reaches down to lock her fingers underneath Fields’ chin. Chloe knows what’s coming both hands trying desperately to pry the champion’s grip apart, but she can’t prevent Zoe from leaning back and locking in an ugly but extremely effective Crossface.
“Did you really think you deserve some sort of revenge?” the Diva asks. The question is clearly rhetorical, Fields’ jaw clamped shut by that hateful grip, and Scott knows it, which is why she’s quick to continue. “All you’re going to do tonight is cry into the canvas until you admit to everyone watching that you’re no match for the greatest champion this company has ever seen. Which is ME!”
Long asks Fields if she’s ready to admit she’s had enough, even if she’s not ready to go as far as Scott wants. Zoe forcibly nods Strawberry’s head ‘yes’ and Craig seems ready to call for the bell, but the frantic grunts from the tawny-skinned brunette make it through the sometimes thick skull of the zebra she’s not ready to say uncle.
Fields pries fruitlessly at the crossface grip of the Oil Baroness then digs her nails into the canvas and pulls herself toward the cables.
“We’re in a cage, ditz,” the Dubai Diva barks. “There’s no disqualification and the ropes can’t save you.”
But perhaps Zoe’s impatience does. She unlocks her grasp to pound a forearm blow into the side of Chloe’s head that leaves the doe-eyed grappler glazed and dazed but free. Zoe rises to a standing straddle of the blasted ‘Berry and raises her arms high and wide.
“You thought this ragged little Upstart could beat the Best Thing Ever?”
Zoe rips Fields to her feet with a tug on the brunette’s right wrist. She bullies Chloe to the ropes, pushing deep into the cables then lets her foe fly with an Irish whip, the former Cirque de Soleil star racing to the far strands. The slender grappler rebounds at warp speed, sprinting back at the waiting Zoe.
Scott plucks Chloe off the canvas on her hip and launches Strawberry (sans Beary) to a shoulder, half the Upstart on either side, the champion ready to remove all doubt with a front powerslam.
Front Powerslam (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EQs0hwDk7iE )
Zoe adds to the anticipation, showing Chloe off to each side of the arena, but Fields wriggles loose and slides down the lightweight titleholder’s back before Scott can deposit the Upstart to the deck. Chloe shoves the shoulderblades of her dark-haired foe, Zoe using the momentum to hit the ropes herself. She barrels down on the stationed Fields, dipping slightly to lower a shoulder. The acrobatic Fields leapfrogs over the charging Scott, Zoe racing onto her next set of ropes and through another U-turn.
But as Zoe reaches her target, Fields leaps, lithe legs extended. The bronzed stems wrap tight around Scott’s temples and Chloe backflips into a hurricarana, sending Zoe somersaulting through the air to land heavily on her spine. To her credit, the Dubai Diva is up quickly, but nowhere near as fast as the revenge-minded Upstart.
Moving to the ropes at Zoe’s side, the brunette climbs to the middle cable, grasping the top. She springboards away from the rubber-coated steel and BANGS a roundhouse kick off Scott’s cranium. Zoe pirouettes through the concussive impact but somehow remains upright, dark eyes spinning.
Springboard Roundhouse Kick (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aFbcmW6XwJk )
Chloe snorts in frustration at the ability of the so-called Best Thing Ever to remain on her feet.
The pink-clad challenger takes off for the ropes to gain some momentum, bounding back at full speed. But Zoe seems ready, scooping the oncoming Fields off the deck easily. Chloe’s motion is harder to control than her mass however, and she spins around Zoe’s upper frame like a top, finally latching onto the champ’s noggin in a front facelock and laying out, SPKING Scott’s skull to the canvas with a tilt-a-whirl DDT!
Tilt-a-whirl DDT (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zigIfNnwtJk )
The ring rattles with the impact, Zoe absently flopping to her back, ending in a motionless starfish. Fields dives atop the flattened diva in a crossbody pin and Long slaps the canvas for the…
ONE…
TWO…
The Oil Baroness throws a shoulder up, saving her title and another Upstart reign at sub-125. The crowd groans in irritation, booing when Craig leaps to his feet and enthusiastically shouts “TWO!”
Though the scrunch of Fields’ nose is absolutely adorable, it shows her dander is up about the speed of the count or lack thereof. But she quickly turns her attention back to Zoe, yanking her foe up by a wrist and shoulder and bum rushing the Baroness to a set of ropes. She sends her fellow lightweight flying over, CRASHING into the cage with a metallic CLACK, Zoe ending puddled on her haunches at the base of the chain link.
Chloe slips through the cables much more carefully and dips to get in the Dubai diva’s ear.
“You taught me something with what you did to poor Beary,” Fields growls, choking over the words. “You taught me you have to be mean to meanies.”
Standing perpendicular to the champ at Scott’s left shoulder, Chloe lifts Zoe’s head by her locks, taking the chin of the Oil Baroness off her chest, then swings a knee looping in from behind, CRACKING the bony joint into the back of the diva’s braincase and, in turn, SLAMMING her face into the steel of the cage wall.
The FAWNatics ‘OOOOOH’ at the sight of spiteful violence from the usually upbeat Upstart, Zoe finishing in a speadeagle at Fields’ feet after the collision.
Strawberry doesn’t hesitate for an instant. She climbs the nearby ropes then springboards through a leap to the chain link like a spider monkey, spinning through a 180 to latch onto the cage a good eight feet above the splayed Baroness. But the former circus star isn’t done climbing. She scurries another half-dozen feet higher before looking over a shoulder to gauge her altitude.
Several feet above the top buckle, she launches off the metal edifice, her body turning and tucking into a tight Strawberry cannonball, figuratively exploding into Zoe’s taut tummy from stratospheric levels. A bugeyed Zoe is resuscitated instantly and breathlessly, Chloe’s shins collapsing the champ’s diaphragm, forcing every bit of air out of her foe’s lungs. Zoe jackknifes around the impact point in a ragged ‘V’ shape before melting to horizontal, moaning and hugging her tummy when Chloe rolls off her.
Fields grabs a wrist of the Dubai diva and tugs Scott to the ropes. She gives up the grip to slip through then reacquires to drag Zoe in cavewoman-stule before propping up the gutted titleholder in a corner.
Slipping behind the aching Oil Baroness she shoves Zoe forward, Scott staggering a few steps while Fields pops up to the middle ropes behind her. Before Zoe can get out of range, Chloe leaps from her perch. Her hands wrap around the front of the Emirates fighter and when Fields drops to the canvas, again folded into a ball, Zoe is ripped off her boot leather and BLASTED with a full spoonful of Strawberry Jam.
Strawberry Jam (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bni0ISoO7UA )
A levelled Zoe ends on her left side, unaware of her environment. The crowd is tensed with excitement, waiting for the title to change hands. Fields pushes Scott to her back, overjoyed the cage is keeping any interference at bay while she drops her body across the demolished form of the soon-to-be ex-champ.
Craig Long drops to his knees beside the pair, Hand raising and dropping as the combined masses of the Upstart Nation scream along with him through…
ONE
TWO
THR???
“THREE” rings out throughout the entire building, almost loud enough to blow the roof off. But there’s only one person who actually has the power to declare the end of the match, and the third slap of his hand comes up millimeters short. It quickly becomes clear why, the Oil Baroness demonstrating a previously unseen level of resilience to lift one arm up and juuust get her shoulder off the canvas, keeping one fingernail on ‘her’ title in the process.
Most of the crowd don’t seem to realise this, cheering uproariously for what they think is a new and much more popular queen of the Lightweights. But Chloe’s body language tells them otherwise, those doe eyes looking up in hurt and disbelief at Long.
“Sorry Chloe,” he responds, “she beat the count.”
Finally Fields’ air of focus and concentration shows a few tiny cracks, the fan favourite’s face suddenly looking wobbly as she slaps both hands to the mat in frustration. The FAWNatics all around her are howling too, but Strawberry somehow manages to regain her composure, climbing wearily but determinedly back to her feet. Zoe has rolled over onto her front in the meantime but it seems to have been mostly on instinct, a fact which Fields is very aware of.
Taking a surprisingly spiteful little step on the grounded Diva’s spine, Chloe climbs over her prone form and turns back, using the toe of one black boot to shove her onto her back. Then the Upstart is climbing once more, ascending to the top buckle and perching there while taking a quick glance behind to check out her target. It looks like Scott is in for a big and extremely unwanted helping of Strawberry Sundae as the Floridian sets her feet for launch.
One last glance behind her is enough to disrupt that plan though, Scott back upright and making an unsteady lunge in her direction. Strawberry’s finisher swiftly becomes a gorgeous backflip, taking her over the dazed Oil Baroness into a neat landing on the mat. So neat in fact that she immediately hops up again, kicking out a gorgeous Standing Dropkick which thumps into Zoe’s upper back and sends her flying chest-first into the turnbuckle.
The champ’s well-padded chest takes all of the impact, Scott bouncing away clutching at her overspilling gurls while her badly addled brain tries to work out where her challenger has gone. She’s still processing this when the Upstart appears, hopping up to snatch one arm around the back of her head while those tawny thighs ‘SMECK’ into Scott’s waist.
Her momentum drags both women down into a messy somersault, ending with Fields sitting neatly in the champion’s lap and leaning back even further on her guillotine. The Diva suddenly gets a sense of déjà vu, trapped as she is in the ‘Crush’ that led to her disqualification in the pair’s last encounter.
Strawberry Crush
www.youtube.com/watch?v=X2-z3iz2FHw
Straight away the Dubai Diva is reaching out for the ropes, knowing she’s close to the corner. This only elicits a giggle from Strawberry, apparently not too concerned.
“We’re in a cage, ditz!” she eagerly says, the champion recognising her own words from earlier coming back to haunt her. “The ropes can’t save you and neither can that big blonde meanie you paid.”
Fields leans back further, cranking down on her choke and feeling certain that she’s finally got the champion beat. But despite her rapidly reddening face and gasping breath it turns out the Oil Baroness still has at least one trick up her sleeve, using that apparently futile grip on the strands to drag herself closer. It’s only a matter of seconds before she can dangle her legs over the apron, using both hands to drag herself further under the bottom rope. Infuriated though she is, Chloe is forced to let the devious Diva go or risk a tumble onto the ringside concrete.
As a result it’s only Zoe who ends up there, flopping over the edge of the apron and landing with a graceless thump. At first she can’t do anything but just lie there, taking huge gasping breaths to refill her lungs and presumably thank her lucky stars. After a few long seconds, she uses the apron to scramble to her feet.
Up in the ring, Chloe has been waiting for just such a cue. Backing up a few steps she dashes forward in a flat sprint, diving headfirst between the bottom and middle cables on an arrow-straight Suicide Dive aimed right at the barely-recovered Diva. But finally it seems that Scott has managed to get one step ahead, dropping to her knees as the former Cirque du Soleil star soars towards her and giving the lighter woman a hefty shove from underneath. Fields flight takes her headfirst into the cage, her noggin colliding with unforgiving steel for a concussive impact which is made even worse as she drops more than six feet to the floor!
Suddenly the screams of support from the fans have all turned to ‘oooohs’ of sympathy and concern, their favourite flopping onto the lightly padded concrete and showing little sign of movement. Scott is still looking pretty beaten up too, on her knees and seeming badly winded, but she’s at least got her own locomotion, shuffling over towards the devastated Upstart and kneeling above her with murder in her eyes.
Reaching down, the Diva grabs a handful of brown locks and pulls Chloe’s head up into a vague sitting position. Strawberry’s big doe eyes are open but looking misty and a little tearful after her spectacular crash landing. It’s a sight that could melt the heart of almost anyone, but apparently not the Oil Baroness, Zoe reaching her free hand back and THWACKING a stiff Palm Strike right into that shocked face!
Showstopper
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Umzdhid8Gx4
Zoe’s signature strike is devastating under normal circumstances, but with Strawberry’s head resting against the chain links it’s made so much worse, her skull rattling against the steel. And things get even worse as Scott keeps hold of her hair-grip, using it to turn Fields’ head so that her face is resting against the steel. The crowd around is quiet, seemingly pleading for mercy for the favourite. But the champion shows none, firing out a second Showstopper, this time thumping into the back of Chloe’s bonce and mashing those pretty features square into the cage wall!
Finally, mercifully, the champion releases Chloe’s hair, letting the potentially concussed Upstart slump to the floor. Scott sits back on her haunches too, one hand holding her stomach and the other massaging her boobs as the many hurts inflicted on her take their toll. But Zoe’s reputation as the ultimate opportunist still holds, the champion somehow finding the energy to drag the battered form of Fields over to the ring and shoveling her up onto the apron.
Wearily pulling herself up into the ring, Scott grabs the devastated Upstart by the hair and starts pulling her upright, a difficult task given just how out of it Chloe is after her multiple traumas with the cage. The Diva is looking exhausted too, but she manages to drag Strawberry to wobbly legs. And, just for good measure, she slips behind and slams a short but nasty Kneelift up between those tawny legs, piling yet more pain on the other brunette’s abused center.
Fields would almost certainly have collapsed to the canvas if the champion had permitted her, but instead Zoe bent and tucked her head between those wobbly knees, one last burst of effort lifting the former acrobat up onto her shoulders. The crowd’s concern reached a fever pitch, shouting warnings to their favourite, but their heroine seemed too far gone to react, powerless as Scott reaches up to tuck her hands behind the challenger’s head, then throwing her burden forwards.
Blessing
www.youtube.com/watch?v=i-Swo1_qQa4
The Oil Baroness’ finisher dumps Chloe down on the back of her head, seeming to finally switch her lights out for good. She stays stacked up between Scott’s legs as the champion reaches forwards, planting one weary hand on tawny back to keep the valiant challenger in place as Long drops to count…
ONE
TWO
THREE!
Boos ring from all sides of the arena as the referee turns and signals the timekeeper. But it doesn’t look like either combatant is aware of this, Zoe dropping to her back in a sweaty pool of exhaustion while Fields is finally allowed to spread out onto the mat. Neither woman shows signs of movement, the champion showing little more than a twitch as the announcer’s voice rings out.
“Ladies and gentlemen…your winner, by way of pinfall…ZOE SCOTT!”
The amplified words revive the titleholder, the Best Thing Ever pushing off her palms to reach a seated position next to the still ‘Blessed’ Strawberry. Zoe piefaces Fields’ features, the Upstart’s head flopping in the opposite direction, Chloe remaining unconscious.
The Dubai Diva, leaves a demolished Fields matbound as she shoves to her feet and places a boot sole on a cheek of the Upstart, flattening the face of the gobsmacked challenger.
Isobel Lamont, having appeared on the upper stage at the bell, heads down the ramp. Reaching the cage, the busty blonde swipes the key and the lightweight title belt from a bumbling attendant. She opens the enclosure and steps through with tonight’s prize.
Isobel Lamont
With Bel rising up the steps, the impatient Oil Baroness motions her employee to get her pear-shaped ass in gear. Lamont slides through the ropes and, with a beaming smile, hands over the championship to the victor.
Zoe finally removes her boot from Fields’ mug and stuffs the gold in the still snoozing Upstart’s face instead.
“My only regret is knocking you so far into next week you can’t enjoy this,” Scott informs the ragdoll.
Zoe turns to Lamont.
“Next time. Get down here faster.”
“But boss, they wouldn’t let me go until the bell.”
“No damn excuses. I tell you what to do, not FAWN.”
The woman from the Emirates barely gets the words out of her mouth when ‘God Save the Queen’ blares through the arena’s speakers.
Lo and behold, another latecomer is on her way to the steel enclosure, an auburn-haired Brit of ill repute. Elizabeth Cromwell, with stick in hand, strides down the ramp like she owns the place. Reaching the cage, her and QE II’s music fades and she raises the microphone to her ruby lips.
Elizabeth Cromwell
“Don’t pat yourself on the back too much, Zoe,” Lizzie pronounces, safely on the other side of the cage from both the champ and her muscle. “After all, you only proved yourself better than a little Upstart trollop. I know the Upstarts. I tagged with the Upstart Deluxe. And I KNOW I’m much more deluxe than Sinclair, Fields, any of them.”
Isobel moves directly on the other side of the cage, inviting Cromwell in.
“Get the meathead back, Zoe. Or I’ll go in there and take her head off.”
Scott grins and bids Elizabeth in. Cromwell declines through inaction rather than words.
“It’s obvious you need to step up in rank to make that belt meaningful,” Lizzie continues. “And since I’m the #1 contender,” Cromwell fibs, everyone in the arena knowing full well she wouldn’t be if there was one, “I demand the shot at March to War. If you don’t, there’s no telling…”
Zoe holds up her right hand, dark eyes rolling at the gatecrasher.
“Since I’ll enjoy shutting your mouth as much as anyone’s, consider it done.”
Chloe adds a groan, emerging from her coma, and Scott stomps her taut tanned tummy, sending Fields into a fit of moaning mewls.
“You see what I did to this one?” Zoe adds. “She was polite even if she didn’t know her place. You? I might just make an example of you.”
Her goal accomplished, Elizabeth lets the threat slough off her shoulders with a shrug.
“Your reign’s over,” Cromwell barks. “God save the Queen.”
Lizzie’s music returns. She turns and marches up the ramp as Isobel peels Chloe off the canvas.
The big blonde pulls Fields’ head between her powerful thighs, wrapping her arms around Fields’ gulping tummy, and flips the Upstart up her frame. Momentarily, Chloe has a seat on Lamont’s shoulders, but her frantic features and pinwheeling arms tell the story as she’s powerbombed nearly THROUGH the canvas.
With Strawberry out for the count again in a wide spreadeagle, the champ and her bodyguard decide there’s little left to prove. Zoe raises her title high and follows Isobel out of the cage, leaving the janitorial staff to clean up what’s left of Chloe.