Post by hawkeye on Jul 12, 2019 0:07:35 GMT
Entering a tag team title fight first is not something to which America’s second most famous colluder is recently familiar. And after the Star Spangled Bytch threw the biggest of monkey wrenches into her partner’s effort to secure the lightweight title at Mayhem, the atmosphere behind the curtain is tense between the tiny Yankee spitfire and the Russian redhead.
FAWN has no return clause in their contracts so the offer by America’s Sweethearts for a rematch is one to show the FAWNatics who really represents America once and for all. As Polly nervously shifts from one foot to another, she likely understands this is a final opportunity to make America great again.
“We’ve got this,” Polly assures her Russian counterpart.
POLLY LOCKWOOD
“I’ve got zis,” comes the terse response from the Red Menace.
KIRA KOSLOVA
The arena’s speakers spark to life with the pounding of “America, Fuck Yeah” from Team America World Police, and the crowd erupts in baleful jeers.
(https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7R5A0pg4oN8 )
Blue America’s least favorite, little blonde antagonist strides to center stage. Significantly trailing is the woman who might now be a champion in her own right if not for Polly’s misguided interference, Kira Koslova. The Fox&Friendly blonde and the Russian redhead meet for a moment, no golden hardware in their possession, then stride toward the ramp, silence between them, disdainful boos all around.
Gold gone, the number of the front running ‘Polly Patriots’ has dried up to nearly nil. The few that remain, the true believers, salute their leader, her partner and their anthem. The far from silent majority continue to make themselves known in completely different fashion, jeering the obnoxious xenophobe and her Russian ruffian.
The flaxen-haired hardbody doesn’t bother responding to her supporters tonight or those that despise her.
The True American remains in her familiar battle fatigues, Polly in her customary hot pants and bikini top. Lockwood alternates her country’s colors between a shiny, eye catching blue topside, white stars prominently placed in the appropriate spots; and shimmering red and white-striped spandex below, the space age polymer barely covering her biscuit butt. She finishes the ensemble with gleaming white pads and boots.
Lockwood sports her customary cape, Old Glory draped over her shoulders.
Kira likewise wears her traditional yet revealing red one piece, the unusual aspect — a cutout pattern displaying a portion of Kira’s tanned, toned abdomen in the form of a hammer and sickle. White pads and boots, the footwear with red hammer-and-sickles, completes her attire.
With Kira behind her fellow colluder, the international team march to the ring, one goal in mind, reclaim what was theirs. Tonight, both Lockwood and Koslova are the pictures of Soviet stoicism, ignoring the hate emanating from the FAWNatics.
Reaching the ring, Polly eschews the teammate’s customary bearhug, instead ascending the steps and opening wide the top and middle ropes for her partner, the True American sitting on the lower and pushing up the higher, a reversal of tradition where the Putinista usually shows the deference.
Koslova hesitates, staring in curiosity. She nods to the blonde and curls her way in, Lockwood swinging her legs through to join her fellow challenger. They move to the middle where the ring announcer makes their challenge official.
“Tonight’s next match is scheduled for one fall with a 30-minute time limit. First, hailing from Buffalo, New York and St. Petersburg, Russia, respectively, at a combined weight of two hundred and forty pounds…Polly Lockwood and Kira Koslova, together they commit COLLUSION!”
Polly, microphone already in her ownership, brings it to her lips, the reaction from the crowd showing Lockwood would lose the popular vote in a landslide.
“We know who this country really belongs to!” Lockwood shouts. “Tonight is more than about taking back our championships. It’s about taking this country back, our country, from the fake goody goodies that stole it from us. And believe me, you’re about to see us defend this country like no one has ever seen before. We are the best, most powerful team on the planet.”
The FAWNatics seem to disagree.
“I like to call the current champions America’s Crooked Fakers because that’s what they are. And unless the deep state cheats us, Kira and I WILL make FAWN great again.”
Lockwood lets the stick tumble from her fingers, hitting the deck with a CLUNK. Collusion backpedals to their corner where Lockwood removes her banner/cape, tossing Stars-n-Stripes to the floor below.
The FAWNatics explode with excitement as Taylor Swift’s ‘Style’ plays over the arena speakers.
(https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-CmadmM5cOk )
A moment later, a stunning, dimpled platinum blonde bursts through the curtains, a gaudy gold title belt around her waist, the crowd raising the decibels to outrageous levels.
CHARLIE DAWSON
The grappler pats the faceplate then cups a hand to an ear, daring the throng to get louder still and, when the blushing blonde drops to one knee to show the capacity crowd her dark-haired, partner standing behind, they manage.
The frenetic Lil’est Mitchell, final piece of the second generation of her family’s success, waves her arms upward, beckoning the FAWNatics to keep the love coming. Charlie raises her hands high and the babyfaced brunette laces her fingers with her fellow Sweetheart.
SKYLAR MITCHELL
Skye pulls her partner up and they pivot into an adorable hug, their foreheads pressing together, words exchanged under the roar of the crowd, the beloved duo acknowledging the chance to make yet another statement, though it’s starting to be one the crowd expects them to make.
Potential now realized, the tiny but well-oiled machine of a team can continue to cement a new Mitchell legacy and make the pouty-lipped Dawson the next generation’s ‘Good Kylie’.
The delightful duo break from their huddle and head for the ring, Charlie and Skylar making it a point to slap EVERY single hand offered their way.
Reaching the squared circle, the Darling of the Desert and the Lil’est Mitchell slide under the bottom rope, spring to their feet and unzip their hot pink hoodies, Charlie slips hers off to reveal a light blue fightin’ two piece that, in spite of its somewhat modest cut still manages to raise the blood pressure of quite a few spectators. For her part, Skye sports a royal purple lycra bikini top and short shorts, with white pads and boots, the old school fans no doubt noting the distinct similarity in Skylar’s togs with the gear worn by her older sister Cynthia at the beginning of her career.
Charlotte and Skye keep a close eye on the former champions, Koslova giving them a death stare and Polly jawing but not otherwise seeming ready to assault them before the bell.
Blonde and brunette share a high-five center stage as their music fades, the ring announcer ready to make the gravity of the situation clear.
“And their opponents…at a total combined weight of two-hundred and twenty-six pounds ... Charlie Dawson... Skylar Mitchell, you know them, you love them, you can’t live without them...the TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS…AMMMEEERRRIIICCCAAA’S SWWWEEEETTTHHHEEEAAARRRTTTSSS!”
Charlie and Skye wave to their legions of fans and slowly backpedal to their corner, taking a moment to adjust their togs before intermittently stretching, ready for the opportunity to make Collusion a sad part of FAWN’s history.
The second-generation star remains in the ring as Dawson slides through the ropes, taking her position on the outside, giving the brunette an encouraging pat on the shoulder and a final pep talk.
Opposite the champs, Collusion is an animated discussion on who will take the lead, Koslova showing more emotion than usual, but the True American is adamant it would be appropriate on this occasion if she take the lead. Finally, the Russian redhead nods solemnly and seeps through the cables, pounding the top buckle as Lockwood moves to the middle. She calls out to Mitchell.
“Time to give the belts back,” the blonde insists. “Everyone knows who really represents this country, The Donald and The Polly.”
Skye doesn’t need the bell to respond, but as she strides out to meet the Star Spangled Bytch, a ‘CLANG’ makes the rematch official. Mitchell bumps chests with her likewise vertically-challenged foe.
“If you don’t understand what we did to you and your stooge last time was the end of your game,” the Carolina Cutie informs, “we’re more than happy to teach you again.”
The women connect in a collar-and-elbow tie-up and battle for leverage along with the moral compass of the country. The little blonde hardbody shows off her strength, backing Skye into a neutral corner in stages, finally pressing the brunette’s back against the buckles.
Al Carpenter calls for the break and Lockwood makes it cleanly, raising her hands high with a smile.
“Fairness. Isn’t that what we’re about?”
Lockwood takes a step back but just as quickly surges forward with double axhandle grip high. She swings it down to crown the champ but Mitchell ducks under, sneaking past the charging blonde, Polly thumping the top buckle instead of Mitchell’s noggin.
The scowling Lockwood spins to find Skye in her grill, Mitchell grasping her wrist and heaving Polly for the ride across the canvas. Racing at full speed, the True American is able to spin into a spine-first collision, a shudder running through her tanned frame. The Fox&Friendly blonde remains upright but that proves curse instead of blessing when a sprinting Skylar leaps and CRUSHES her foe under a splash of Sweethearty goodness.
The impact rocks Lockwood and Mitchell shoves the gobsmacked ‘patriot’ by, Polly staggering toward the center. The Lil’est Mitchell catches her challenger from behind, snatching the colluder’s head on a fly by and PLANTING face to canvas with a perfect aerial bulldog.
The blasted Polly absently flops to her back, tempting Skye to cover. But the increasingly successful tail-end of the Mitchell dynasty passes on the opportunity, instead rushing to the Sweethearts’ corner and climbing to the top as Charlie gives her partner a cheeky tag to the backside.
Skylar launches into the stratosphere above Orlando, tucking tight at her zenith then stretching out like a flying squirrel. This one brings the nutz as the Carolina Cutie THUMPS down across Polly’s tanned tummy, collapsing the pernicious patriot’s abs and forcing the air from her foe. But Mitchell doesn’t remain atop the former champ for more than a second. She understands the next car in the train is coming.
Frog Splash (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JzsnTKwEFSc )
The pouty-lipped blonde caboose is already airborne and following in her partner’s wings, contracting tight at the top of her flight and opening wide to DESTROY Polly with a follow-up froggie. Again the placement is perfect, each Sweetheart CRUSHING Lockwood’s midriff.
The True American jackknifes under the second amphibious assault before fading to flat on the canvas. Charlie hooks both legs and folds up the flaccid, breathless challenger as the FAWNatics count enthusiastically along with Carpenter, barely able to believe Collusion will be proven unworthy in such short order with the…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOO!
A gasping Lockwood throws a shoulder up, rolling to her side, able to survive the double pancaking from the beloved tag team champions. The escape hardly ends the attack however. As a dazed Lockwood pushes to her feet, Charlie heads for the ropes and rebounds toward her target. The Desert Diva spins into a sideways leap toward Lockwood. Polly catches her rival, but Charlie ducks her head as she throws her body toward the canvas, drawing the Star Spangled Bytch off her feet with a cheeky Victory Roll.
Cassadora Victory Roll (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Y7QSgqm9Ge8 )
Charlie ends seated atop Polly’s chest, the Trumpian’s tush pointed to the rafters as she wriggles through…
ONE…
TWO…
…but shoves Dawson off before Carpenter’s hand can come down with the third slap.
On the sidelines, the usually stoic Kira is demanding entry and Polly, on all fours, tries to make good with a crawl toward the corner. Dawson doesn’t want to trade in her damaged American goods for a shiny new Red Menace and latches onto Lockwood’s ankle, dragging Polly out of range, from within a few inches of Koslova to dead center.
Charlie releases and quickly mounts Polly when the pernicious patriot makes it to hands and knees, Dawson drives her derriere into the lower spine of the colluder, flattening the little blonde hardbody to the canvas. Moving to Polly’s side, her back to Lockwood, Charlie flips into a perfect standing moonsault, landing across the challenger’s spinal column.
Standing Moonsault (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=URsNbP-bw4A )
The embattled leader of the deplorable subsection of FAWNatics arches in pain from the impact, yet unable to find a way to slow down the Sweethearts from blossoming into a well-oiled title-retaining machine. Charlie locks in a half nelson and turns Lockwood to her back, stacking the True American on her shoulders, Dawson’s chest atop Polly’s upturned ass, Lockwood matchbooked under the champion for the…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOO!
Polly again refuses to go quietly, kicking her feet up and forward, unfolding and getting a shoulder inches off the deck in time. As the obstinate future Circuit Court of Appeals jurist struggles to her feet at Koslova’s urging, Dawson is already streaking toward the ropes in front of her and Lockwood. Charlie dives into the middle cable, grabbing the top for a split-second before springboarding into a u-turn and soaring toward a crossbody collision.
Springboard Crossbody (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gwDZimBVsFM )
But finally the run is ended by nothing more than Polly allowing gravity to be her friend. Already wobbling from the results of the Sweethearts’ energetic assault, Lockwood drops to the canvas, allowing Charlie to fly over then crash and burn into the canvas, having missed her mark.
As Dawson ends on her back, shifting from side to side, hugging her tummy, a desperate Polly is more than ready to collude with a particularly eager Russian.
“You come, NOW!” Kira commands and the shellshocked Polly crawls on all fours to her comrade, diving to a tag of the Red Menace.
St. Petersburg’s ultimate athlete hops over the top rope and races toward a rising Dawson from behind. She draws her right arm wide like a Russian sickle and THUMPS it into the back of the blonde’s neck, the reverse clothesline planting Charlie’s flawless features into the thinly-sheathed plywood, the crowd groaning at the force with which Dawson eats canvas.
Not delaying for a second, Kira scrapes the Desert Diva off the mat by a wrist and shoulder and flings her foe to the far ropes with an Irish whip. The diminutive blonde Sweetheart hits the strands at full speed and Koslova waits dead center. The Russian dips slightly to reach for a vertebrae-altering spinebuster, but Dawson leapfrogs over her foe’s lowered grasp and sprints to her next u-turn. Reaching the Red Menace as she spins to find the speedy, flaxen-haired champion, Charlie goes low, baseball sliding between the legs of the former champion.
She pops to her feet and races to the ropes again, keeping the Russian off-balance. And when Charlie returns, Kira scoops the pouty-lipped blonde off her feet and onto her hip, Dawson trying to loop around and send the Russian flying with a tilt-a-whirl head scissors takedown.
Tilt-a-whirl headscissors takedown (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=l4v9w98dS2s )
But the Putinista cuts Dawson’s trip short keeping the Sweetheart glued to her side. She sits out, PLANTING Charlie with a ring-rattling sidewalk slam instead.
Sidewalk Slam (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_yHzifKUegw )
Her chaotic trip around the ring brought to an emphatic and fruitless end, Charlie lies splayed and motionless as Koslova climbs aboard in a crossbody pin, Kira curling up the shellshocked Desert Darling in a cradle for the…
ONE…
TWO…
Dawson kicks free of the three and from the transfer of power back to the biggest colluders this side of orange Jabba.
From the Collusion corner, Polly protests the ‘slow’ count by Carpenter and, in a rarity, Koslova joins in, pushing to her feet and getting in the zebra’s grill.
“You not like to see me when angry,” she informs Al.
The man nervously holds up two fingers, then assuring the Red Menace he’s playing it right down the middle.
“I want evidence of this,” Kira demands, turning her attention back to Charlie.
Dawson’s made it to all fours and crawls toward the extended arm of Skye, Mitchell on the bottom rope and leeeaning over the top as far as her the abbreviated length of her limbs will allow. Charlie gets to within a couple feet of salvation before the redhead sinks her nails into the long platinum locks of the title holder and RIPS the Sweetheart to her feet.
A dazed Dawson leans into Kira to stay upright. Koslova backs off a couple steps, leaving Charlie leaning all the further, bent at the waist and grasping when the challenger latches onto the New Mexican’s locks and surges to the ropes. The Red Menace hops onto the middle cable and springboards into a facebuster that RAMS Charlie’s flawless features into the canvas savagely.
Springboard Kneeling Facebuster (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_yHzifKUegw )
Dawson flops absently onto her back, an unnerving smirk creasing Kira’s lips, the Russian showing more emotion tonight, even when muted in comparison to others, than she had since arriving in Orlando.
The redhead knee-walks to the demolished champ and arrogantly places her right knee on the cleft of Charlie’s bosom, raising her right arm high. Al slides to the deck and slaps the canvas for the…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOO!
Again, the Desert Darling refuses to give up her gold, throwing a shoulder up.
From the sidelines, an increasingly worried and eager Mitchell cheers on her bestie, clapping her hands to make Charlie aware of the direction she should ambulate. Dawson pushes to hands and knees and finds the signal, turning to her friend, but Koslova has placed herself between.
She cleverly and quickly spins into a backfist to Skye’s choppers, sending the Carolina Cutie flying from the apron, Mitchell landing on her bum and skidding to the metal barricade. She leans against the steel, massaging her jaw. Apparently deciding she’s not done with Mitchell, Koslova slides through the ropes, setting to dive toward Charlie’s reserves. An anxious shout from the Star Spangled Bytch lets Kira know the title is back in the ring and the redhead turns finds a risen Dawson charging to spear her ivory midriff but Russia’s uber-athlete pivots and DRIVES a knee into Charlie’s left temple.
The stunned Desert Diva is left a ragdoll draped over the middle rope. Next to her, Kira grabs the top rope with both hands and launches herself skyward, slingshotting into a 90-degree turn and dropping an outstretched stem across the back of Charlie’s back.
Rope-hung Slingshot Legdrop (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rdZWT4yXMvI )
Both the Red Menace and the beloved platinum blonde tumble to the floor, but Kira’s fall is more controlled, the Russian ending on her knees while Charlotte ends face down, looking like deadweight.
With Skye nearby, Polly decides to make a road trip to the far side, making the situation “level”, all four women on one side of the ring but not nearly in the same condition. Collusion plays the predators in this FAWN wildlife scenario, but Lockwood, if not Koslova, knows they only have a limited amount of time for mayhem. They need an All-American Loser back in the ring to take the fall before Carpenter can remember how to reach ‘ten’ in his count.
Kira and Polly meet at Mitchell, Skye up to vertical but leaning against the steel dividing combatants from crowd. Collusion dips, one on each side to scoop a leg and send Skylar tumbling into the FAWNatics so the Russian ruffian and Star Spangled Bytch can finish the job of reclaiming their titles against a lone Sweetheart. But when each lowers, the Lil’est Mitchell grabs the hair of Koslova and Lockwood, honey gold locks in the right and red in the left. She draws back each head, Polly chirping about her hair and BANGS them together with a meeting of the like minds.
The True American staggers off in a 180, dropping to a knee several feet away, holding onto the railing to keep from ending on her face. Kira remains vertical if on rubbery legs. As a semi-recovered Dawson slides back into the ring under the bottom rope to end the count at ‘NINE’, Mitchell collects the Russian super-athlete and runs her to the apron’s edge, tossing her in after her partner.
Charlie’s on wobbly stems but she’s ready when the Red Menace struggles to vertical, gutting the redhead with a boot to the belly to double over Kira. Grabbing the auburn locks of the Putinista, the tag champ leaves her feet, sitting out with legs wide and PLANTING the Russian with a facebuster that knocks the slobber out of the challenger, Koslova bouncing up to hands and knees, those hands quickly shooting to her beak to check if it’s got a new wrinkle.
Instead of continuing her assault, the Desert Darling catches Mitchell heading topside out of the corner of her eye. CHarlie stumbles to the rested and ready Skye tapping the toes of her partner’s left boot as the Carolina Cutie prepares for ignition and launch.
Mitchell soars off her perch as the Russian rises and turns blindly toward her but the reflexes of the ‘super-athlete’ allow Kira to duck under the airborne attack.
Skye literally adjusts on the fly, hits the landing, and skids to a stop, champ and challenger spinning to face one another. Koslova NAILS a charging Mitchell with a teeth-rattling European Uppercut.
Staggered, there’s little the title holder can do when Koslova grabs her left wrist and pivots, whipping the second-generation star toward the buckles from which she’d just vaulted. Reaching the corner, Skylar skillfully leaps to the bottom ropes, grabbing the top, and vaults her legs up and back, the limbs landing atop a charging Kira’s shoulders.
The startled Russian doesn’t have time to react when Mitchell introduces the colluder to the Tar Heel Smash, Skye tucking in her legs and sending the face of the Red Menace into the middle buckle.
Tar Heel Smash (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=G7rd74zCr1M )
Mitchell tosses the kneeling, sagging redhead from her penitent position, Kira ending flat on her back, an inviting target for a lateral press and a successful defense at…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOO!
Koslova kicks but whether it’s in time is open for debate as, from the outside, Polly’s pulled Carpenter out of the ring by his ankles and swings him into the barricade, Al’s spine crashing into the metal divider.
Carpenter seeps down the side as Charlie arrives and tackles Polly to the deck, the three ending in a scrum, Carpenter amidst the rabid wrestlers, coming between them by default as the blondes try to rip each other apart.
Above, Skye looks on with concern, not only for her partner but also wanting Al back in the ring for the coupe de grace on the Russian redhead. Mitchell pleads with Dawson to pull the Star Spangled Bytch out of the cluster so Carpenter can get back in the squared circle and call the finish.
Bur the Carolina Cutie barely gets the words out of her mouth when her head pitches forward, the result of a spinning heel kick from Koslova. Skye slops atop the rope, leaden arms draping over the outside to keep her upright, braincase slumped from the concussive blow to the back of her skull.
Charlie, having missed the change in fortunes inside the ring, pulls free of the huddle and focuses on Lockwood who starts to do the same. From a few feet away, the Desert Darling lowers a shoulder and hurtles forward, hoping to fold Polly in half with a tackle to the tummy. The pernicious patriot, baby blues going wide, manages to throw herself out of the way and it’s Carpenter who pays the price. Having just reached his feet with Polly, he’s gutted by Charlie’s errant spear, Dawson flattening the luckless Al to the thinly-padded cement.
A distraught Charlie hovers over the moaning Al, profusely apologizing and lightly tapping the man’s cheek.
“Whuuuh happen?” Carpenter coughs.
Charlie leans him into a seat against the barricade, trying to fully resuscitate him.
While Dawson is busy playing Florence Nightingale, the Star Spangled Bytch has greater concerns, namely herself and, to a lesser degree, her partner. She pops to the apron’s edge and CRASHES a forearm shiver into the jaw of the dazed Mitchell, Skye still hung out to dry, sending the shellshocked Mitchell backpedaling into the waiting arms of the Red Menace.
The Fox&Friendly blonde directs her partner in Collusion to back the stunned brunette to the far ropes and send her off with an Irish Whip. A growling Koslova, ready to spring her Bear Trap finisher to put the Sweethearts’ reign to sleep, instead accedes to her partner’s wishes, bullying Skylar to the ropes farthest from the waiting Polly. The women spring off the cables and surge toward the True American, Polly snatching the middle ropes with both hands.
Reaching mid-ring, Kira starts to heave her target, but Mitchell digs deep into her genetic pool to reverse the whip and it’s Kira sent sprinting RIGHT INTO AN IMPALING LOCKWOOD LUNGE FROM POLLY.
Lockwood Lunge (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lhSX8bNbYGE )
The slingshot spear from her fellow colluder nearly rips Koslova in half and the super-athlete is DRIVEN into the canvas by her teammate.
Polly rolls up to her knees staring at the destruction she’s caused, hands flying into her honey-gold locks in shock and horror. She pushes to her feet, not full comprehending how Koslova could have screwed up so royally.
Almost instantly, Skylar leaps to the middle ropes in front of the stricken blonde while grabbing the top. She springboards in reverse off the rubber-coated steel, reaching over her left shoulder and catching Polly’s head in a ¾ grip. From there the Skye Dive is a foregone conclusion as is Lockwood’s trip to semi-consciousness on impact.
Skye Dive ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=oI9ed0z3Pe0 )
Seeing Charlie help a wobbly Carpenter toward the ring, Mitchell becomes uninterested in the demolished Polly, kicking her aside and tracking the groaning, ascending Koslova.
Kira hugs the hammer-and-sickle cutout in her gear over her tanned tummy and is completely oblivious to the measuring Skye behind. As Charlie heaves Al back into the confines, Koslova turns to find the noise of the grunting zebra when she spins directly into Greetings from Charlotte, Skye’s pinpoint, chin-checking, superlative superkick.
Kira’s collapses board-straight to the canvas, out cold before she touches canvas. As the crowd roars to its feet in anticipation, an exhausted Mitchell, having dropped to all fours from the effort of her second finisher in seconds, crawls to the splayed Russian and covers, too spent to a hook a leg for the…
ONE…
TWO…
THREEEE!
It doesn’t matter in Koslova’s condition as Skye could have gotten a ‘ten’ on the defanged Russian bear.
Carpenter rolls out of the ring having done his job, making his way toward the back to request hazard pay.
The ring announcer is behind the curve as the Sweethearts are already mid-embrace.
“Your winners and STILL FAWN TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS…AMERICA’S SWEETHEARTS!”
The crowd, already on their feet, turn the volume to eleven as Skye and Charlie continue their SWEET SUMMER title tour, rising a couple corners to hold their returned belts aloft.
The doubters, becoming few and far between before the match, are scattered to the winds with the Summer Swelter success and when blonde and brunette drop to the canvas, slide through the ropes and depart, the exit is of conquering heroes and reigning, defending tag team title holders.
Remaining in the ring is a very different story, Polly and Kira slowly returning to awareness in unison. Lockwood drags herself to the ropes and sits against them as she watches the Sweethearts depart, champions still. Kira is on her chest, propping on elbows, face in her hands, muttering in her mother tongue.
Slowly she climbs to vertical, Lockwood hooking an elbow with one of her partner’s to help Koslova up the rest of the way. The usually stoic Russian responds with a feral shove. Teeth bared, she rushes forward, pirouetting through a discus clothesline that nearly removes Polly’s head from her shoulders, sending the blonde through a backflip, Lockwood ending on her chest, barely stirring.
The crowd is silenced by the violence, the furious and frustrated Koslova putting Collusion to an end more quickly than Don Jr would ever think to do.
After battering Lockwood with a torrent of stomps, the enraged Red Menace drops to Lockwood’s side and maneuvers the barely aware blonde into her Bear Trap, strapping down her cobra clutch triangle choke on the depleted Star Spangled Bytch.
Bear Trap (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=r0eessliDH0&t=1s )
What little energy Polly has left goes into immediately tapping Kira’s shoulder, the True American pleading through gurgles she gives, but Kira isn’t hearing it. She continues to apply the hold even as FAWN flunkies storm the ring and try to pry her off.
It’s soon evident Polly is nothing but a wet, red, white and blue dishrag, the Russian super-athlete wringing her, Lockwood unconscious in the Russian’s death grip.
Finally four men are able to wrest Kira free of the fool who cost her not one but two title matches. The redhead’s hauled to her feet and spits on the remains of the Fox&Friendly blonde.
“Do not ever theenk you are safe!” Koslova shouts menacingly. “If you ever step in a reeng again, I will be there to punish you!”
Kira shrugs off the burly attendants and exits, leaving EMTs to work on Polly’s carcass, Lockwood choking back to life, her career in the ring likely deceased even if her placement as ambassador to the Turks and Caicos might survive.
FAWN has no return clause in their contracts so the offer by America’s Sweethearts for a rematch is one to show the FAWNatics who really represents America once and for all. As Polly nervously shifts from one foot to another, she likely understands this is a final opportunity to make America great again.
“We’ve got this,” Polly assures her Russian counterpart.
POLLY LOCKWOOD
“I’ve got zis,” comes the terse response from the Red Menace.
KIRA KOSLOVA
The arena’s speakers spark to life with the pounding of “America, Fuck Yeah” from Team America World Police, and the crowd erupts in baleful jeers.
(https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7R5A0pg4oN8 )
Blue America’s least favorite, little blonde antagonist strides to center stage. Significantly trailing is the woman who might now be a champion in her own right if not for Polly’s misguided interference, Kira Koslova. The Fox&Friendly blonde and the Russian redhead meet for a moment, no golden hardware in their possession, then stride toward the ramp, silence between them, disdainful boos all around.
Gold gone, the number of the front running ‘Polly Patriots’ has dried up to nearly nil. The few that remain, the true believers, salute their leader, her partner and their anthem. The far from silent majority continue to make themselves known in completely different fashion, jeering the obnoxious xenophobe and her Russian ruffian.
The flaxen-haired hardbody doesn’t bother responding to her supporters tonight or those that despise her.
The True American remains in her familiar battle fatigues, Polly in her customary hot pants and bikini top. Lockwood alternates her country’s colors between a shiny, eye catching blue topside, white stars prominently placed in the appropriate spots; and shimmering red and white-striped spandex below, the space age polymer barely covering her biscuit butt. She finishes the ensemble with gleaming white pads and boots.
Lockwood sports her customary cape, Old Glory draped over her shoulders.
Kira likewise wears her traditional yet revealing red one piece, the unusual aspect — a cutout pattern displaying a portion of Kira’s tanned, toned abdomen in the form of a hammer and sickle. White pads and boots, the footwear with red hammer-and-sickles, completes her attire.
With Kira behind her fellow colluder, the international team march to the ring, one goal in mind, reclaim what was theirs. Tonight, both Lockwood and Koslova are the pictures of Soviet stoicism, ignoring the hate emanating from the FAWNatics.
Reaching the ring, Polly eschews the teammate’s customary bearhug, instead ascending the steps and opening wide the top and middle ropes for her partner, the True American sitting on the lower and pushing up the higher, a reversal of tradition where the Putinista usually shows the deference.
Koslova hesitates, staring in curiosity. She nods to the blonde and curls her way in, Lockwood swinging her legs through to join her fellow challenger. They move to the middle where the ring announcer makes their challenge official.
“Tonight’s next match is scheduled for one fall with a 30-minute time limit. First, hailing from Buffalo, New York and St. Petersburg, Russia, respectively, at a combined weight of two hundred and forty pounds…Polly Lockwood and Kira Koslova, together they commit COLLUSION!”
Polly, microphone already in her ownership, brings it to her lips, the reaction from the crowd showing Lockwood would lose the popular vote in a landslide.
“We know who this country really belongs to!” Lockwood shouts. “Tonight is more than about taking back our championships. It’s about taking this country back, our country, from the fake goody goodies that stole it from us. And believe me, you’re about to see us defend this country like no one has ever seen before. We are the best, most powerful team on the planet.”
The FAWNatics seem to disagree.
“I like to call the current champions America’s Crooked Fakers because that’s what they are. And unless the deep state cheats us, Kira and I WILL make FAWN great again.”
Lockwood lets the stick tumble from her fingers, hitting the deck with a CLUNK. Collusion backpedals to their corner where Lockwood removes her banner/cape, tossing Stars-n-Stripes to the floor below.
The FAWNatics explode with excitement as Taylor Swift’s ‘Style’ plays over the arena speakers.
(https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-CmadmM5cOk )
A moment later, a stunning, dimpled platinum blonde bursts through the curtains, a gaudy gold title belt around her waist, the crowd raising the decibels to outrageous levels.
CHARLIE DAWSON
The grappler pats the faceplate then cups a hand to an ear, daring the throng to get louder still and, when the blushing blonde drops to one knee to show the capacity crowd her dark-haired, partner standing behind, they manage.
The frenetic Lil’est Mitchell, final piece of the second generation of her family’s success, waves her arms upward, beckoning the FAWNatics to keep the love coming. Charlie raises her hands high and the babyfaced brunette laces her fingers with her fellow Sweetheart.
SKYLAR MITCHELL
Skye pulls her partner up and they pivot into an adorable hug, their foreheads pressing together, words exchanged under the roar of the crowd, the beloved duo acknowledging the chance to make yet another statement, though it’s starting to be one the crowd expects them to make.
Potential now realized, the tiny but well-oiled machine of a team can continue to cement a new Mitchell legacy and make the pouty-lipped Dawson the next generation’s ‘Good Kylie’.
The delightful duo break from their huddle and head for the ring, Charlie and Skylar making it a point to slap EVERY single hand offered their way.
Reaching the squared circle, the Darling of the Desert and the Lil’est Mitchell slide under the bottom rope, spring to their feet and unzip their hot pink hoodies, Charlie slips hers off to reveal a light blue fightin’ two piece that, in spite of its somewhat modest cut still manages to raise the blood pressure of quite a few spectators. For her part, Skye sports a royal purple lycra bikini top and short shorts, with white pads and boots, the old school fans no doubt noting the distinct similarity in Skylar’s togs with the gear worn by her older sister Cynthia at the beginning of her career.
Charlotte and Skye keep a close eye on the former champions, Koslova giving them a death stare and Polly jawing but not otherwise seeming ready to assault them before the bell.
Blonde and brunette share a high-five center stage as their music fades, the ring announcer ready to make the gravity of the situation clear.
“And their opponents…at a total combined weight of two-hundred and twenty-six pounds ... Charlie Dawson... Skylar Mitchell, you know them, you love them, you can’t live without them...the TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS…AMMMEEERRRIIICCCAAA’S SWWWEEEETTTHHHEEEAAARRRTTTSSS!”
Charlie and Skye wave to their legions of fans and slowly backpedal to their corner, taking a moment to adjust their togs before intermittently stretching, ready for the opportunity to make Collusion a sad part of FAWN’s history.
The second-generation star remains in the ring as Dawson slides through the ropes, taking her position on the outside, giving the brunette an encouraging pat on the shoulder and a final pep talk.
Opposite the champs, Collusion is an animated discussion on who will take the lead, Koslova showing more emotion than usual, but the True American is adamant it would be appropriate on this occasion if she take the lead. Finally, the Russian redhead nods solemnly and seeps through the cables, pounding the top buckle as Lockwood moves to the middle. She calls out to Mitchell.
“Time to give the belts back,” the blonde insists. “Everyone knows who really represents this country, The Donald and The Polly.”
Skye doesn’t need the bell to respond, but as she strides out to meet the Star Spangled Bytch, a ‘CLANG’ makes the rematch official. Mitchell bumps chests with her likewise vertically-challenged foe.
“If you don’t understand what we did to you and your stooge last time was the end of your game,” the Carolina Cutie informs, “we’re more than happy to teach you again.”
The women connect in a collar-and-elbow tie-up and battle for leverage along with the moral compass of the country. The little blonde hardbody shows off her strength, backing Skye into a neutral corner in stages, finally pressing the brunette’s back against the buckles.
Al Carpenter calls for the break and Lockwood makes it cleanly, raising her hands high with a smile.
“Fairness. Isn’t that what we’re about?”
Lockwood takes a step back but just as quickly surges forward with double axhandle grip high. She swings it down to crown the champ but Mitchell ducks under, sneaking past the charging blonde, Polly thumping the top buckle instead of Mitchell’s noggin.
The scowling Lockwood spins to find Skye in her grill, Mitchell grasping her wrist and heaving Polly for the ride across the canvas. Racing at full speed, the True American is able to spin into a spine-first collision, a shudder running through her tanned frame. The Fox&Friendly blonde remains upright but that proves curse instead of blessing when a sprinting Skylar leaps and CRUSHES her foe under a splash of Sweethearty goodness.
The impact rocks Lockwood and Mitchell shoves the gobsmacked ‘patriot’ by, Polly staggering toward the center. The Lil’est Mitchell catches her challenger from behind, snatching the colluder’s head on a fly by and PLANTING face to canvas with a perfect aerial bulldog.
The blasted Polly absently flops to her back, tempting Skye to cover. But the increasingly successful tail-end of the Mitchell dynasty passes on the opportunity, instead rushing to the Sweethearts’ corner and climbing to the top as Charlie gives her partner a cheeky tag to the backside.
Skylar launches into the stratosphere above Orlando, tucking tight at her zenith then stretching out like a flying squirrel. This one brings the nutz as the Carolina Cutie THUMPS down across Polly’s tanned tummy, collapsing the pernicious patriot’s abs and forcing the air from her foe. But Mitchell doesn’t remain atop the former champ for more than a second. She understands the next car in the train is coming.
Frog Splash (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JzsnTKwEFSc )
The pouty-lipped blonde caboose is already airborne and following in her partner’s wings, contracting tight at the top of her flight and opening wide to DESTROY Polly with a follow-up froggie. Again the placement is perfect, each Sweetheart CRUSHING Lockwood’s midriff.
The True American jackknifes under the second amphibious assault before fading to flat on the canvas. Charlie hooks both legs and folds up the flaccid, breathless challenger as the FAWNatics count enthusiastically along with Carpenter, barely able to believe Collusion will be proven unworthy in such short order with the…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOO!
A gasping Lockwood throws a shoulder up, rolling to her side, able to survive the double pancaking from the beloved tag team champions. The escape hardly ends the attack however. As a dazed Lockwood pushes to her feet, Charlie heads for the ropes and rebounds toward her target. The Desert Diva spins into a sideways leap toward Lockwood. Polly catches her rival, but Charlie ducks her head as she throws her body toward the canvas, drawing the Star Spangled Bytch off her feet with a cheeky Victory Roll.
Cassadora Victory Roll (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Y7QSgqm9Ge8 )
Charlie ends seated atop Polly’s chest, the Trumpian’s tush pointed to the rafters as she wriggles through…
ONE…
TWO…
…but shoves Dawson off before Carpenter’s hand can come down with the third slap.
On the sidelines, the usually stoic Kira is demanding entry and Polly, on all fours, tries to make good with a crawl toward the corner. Dawson doesn’t want to trade in her damaged American goods for a shiny new Red Menace and latches onto Lockwood’s ankle, dragging Polly out of range, from within a few inches of Koslova to dead center.
Charlie releases and quickly mounts Polly when the pernicious patriot makes it to hands and knees, Dawson drives her derriere into the lower spine of the colluder, flattening the little blonde hardbody to the canvas. Moving to Polly’s side, her back to Lockwood, Charlie flips into a perfect standing moonsault, landing across the challenger’s spinal column.
Standing Moonsault (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=URsNbP-bw4A )
The embattled leader of the deplorable subsection of FAWNatics arches in pain from the impact, yet unable to find a way to slow down the Sweethearts from blossoming into a well-oiled title-retaining machine. Charlie locks in a half nelson and turns Lockwood to her back, stacking the True American on her shoulders, Dawson’s chest atop Polly’s upturned ass, Lockwood matchbooked under the champion for the…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOO!
Polly again refuses to go quietly, kicking her feet up and forward, unfolding and getting a shoulder inches off the deck in time. As the obstinate future Circuit Court of Appeals jurist struggles to her feet at Koslova’s urging, Dawson is already streaking toward the ropes in front of her and Lockwood. Charlie dives into the middle cable, grabbing the top for a split-second before springboarding into a u-turn and soaring toward a crossbody collision.
Springboard Crossbody (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gwDZimBVsFM )
But finally the run is ended by nothing more than Polly allowing gravity to be her friend. Already wobbling from the results of the Sweethearts’ energetic assault, Lockwood drops to the canvas, allowing Charlie to fly over then crash and burn into the canvas, having missed her mark.
As Dawson ends on her back, shifting from side to side, hugging her tummy, a desperate Polly is more than ready to collude with a particularly eager Russian.
“You come, NOW!” Kira commands and the shellshocked Polly crawls on all fours to her comrade, diving to a tag of the Red Menace.
St. Petersburg’s ultimate athlete hops over the top rope and races toward a rising Dawson from behind. She draws her right arm wide like a Russian sickle and THUMPS it into the back of the blonde’s neck, the reverse clothesline planting Charlie’s flawless features into the thinly-sheathed plywood, the crowd groaning at the force with which Dawson eats canvas.
Not delaying for a second, Kira scrapes the Desert Diva off the mat by a wrist and shoulder and flings her foe to the far ropes with an Irish whip. The diminutive blonde Sweetheart hits the strands at full speed and Koslova waits dead center. The Russian dips slightly to reach for a vertebrae-altering spinebuster, but Dawson leapfrogs over her foe’s lowered grasp and sprints to her next u-turn. Reaching the Red Menace as she spins to find the speedy, flaxen-haired champion, Charlie goes low, baseball sliding between the legs of the former champion.
She pops to her feet and races to the ropes again, keeping the Russian off-balance. And when Charlie returns, Kira scoops the pouty-lipped blonde off her feet and onto her hip, Dawson trying to loop around and send the Russian flying with a tilt-a-whirl head scissors takedown.
Tilt-a-whirl headscissors takedown (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=l4v9w98dS2s )
But the Putinista cuts Dawson’s trip short keeping the Sweetheart glued to her side. She sits out, PLANTING Charlie with a ring-rattling sidewalk slam instead.
Sidewalk Slam (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_yHzifKUegw )
Her chaotic trip around the ring brought to an emphatic and fruitless end, Charlie lies splayed and motionless as Koslova climbs aboard in a crossbody pin, Kira curling up the shellshocked Desert Darling in a cradle for the…
ONE…
TWO…
Dawson kicks free of the three and from the transfer of power back to the biggest colluders this side of orange Jabba.
From the Collusion corner, Polly protests the ‘slow’ count by Carpenter and, in a rarity, Koslova joins in, pushing to her feet and getting in the zebra’s grill.
“You not like to see me when angry,” she informs Al.
The man nervously holds up two fingers, then assuring the Red Menace he’s playing it right down the middle.
“I want evidence of this,” Kira demands, turning her attention back to Charlie.
Dawson’s made it to all fours and crawls toward the extended arm of Skye, Mitchell on the bottom rope and leeeaning over the top as far as her the abbreviated length of her limbs will allow. Charlie gets to within a couple feet of salvation before the redhead sinks her nails into the long platinum locks of the title holder and RIPS the Sweetheart to her feet.
A dazed Dawson leans into Kira to stay upright. Koslova backs off a couple steps, leaving Charlie leaning all the further, bent at the waist and grasping when the challenger latches onto the New Mexican’s locks and surges to the ropes. The Red Menace hops onto the middle cable and springboards into a facebuster that RAMS Charlie’s flawless features into the canvas savagely.
Springboard Kneeling Facebuster (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_yHzifKUegw )
Dawson flops absently onto her back, an unnerving smirk creasing Kira’s lips, the Russian showing more emotion tonight, even when muted in comparison to others, than she had since arriving in Orlando.
The redhead knee-walks to the demolished champ and arrogantly places her right knee on the cleft of Charlie’s bosom, raising her right arm high. Al slides to the deck and slaps the canvas for the…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOO!
Again, the Desert Darling refuses to give up her gold, throwing a shoulder up.
From the sidelines, an increasingly worried and eager Mitchell cheers on her bestie, clapping her hands to make Charlie aware of the direction she should ambulate. Dawson pushes to hands and knees and finds the signal, turning to her friend, but Koslova has placed herself between.
She cleverly and quickly spins into a backfist to Skye’s choppers, sending the Carolina Cutie flying from the apron, Mitchell landing on her bum and skidding to the metal barricade. She leans against the steel, massaging her jaw. Apparently deciding she’s not done with Mitchell, Koslova slides through the ropes, setting to dive toward Charlie’s reserves. An anxious shout from the Star Spangled Bytch lets Kira know the title is back in the ring and the redhead turns finds a risen Dawson charging to spear her ivory midriff but Russia’s uber-athlete pivots and DRIVES a knee into Charlie’s left temple.
The stunned Desert Diva is left a ragdoll draped over the middle rope. Next to her, Kira grabs the top rope with both hands and launches herself skyward, slingshotting into a 90-degree turn and dropping an outstretched stem across the back of Charlie’s back.
Rope-hung Slingshot Legdrop (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rdZWT4yXMvI )
Both the Red Menace and the beloved platinum blonde tumble to the floor, but Kira’s fall is more controlled, the Russian ending on her knees while Charlotte ends face down, looking like deadweight.
With Skye nearby, Polly decides to make a road trip to the far side, making the situation “level”, all four women on one side of the ring but not nearly in the same condition. Collusion plays the predators in this FAWN wildlife scenario, but Lockwood, if not Koslova, knows they only have a limited amount of time for mayhem. They need an All-American Loser back in the ring to take the fall before Carpenter can remember how to reach ‘ten’ in his count.
Kira and Polly meet at Mitchell, Skye up to vertical but leaning against the steel dividing combatants from crowd. Collusion dips, one on each side to scoop a leg and send Skylar tumbling into the FAWNatics so the Russian ruffian and Star Spangled Bytch can finish the job of reclaiming their titles against a lone Sweetheart. But when each lowers, the Lil’est Mitchell grabs the hair of Koslova and Lockwood, honey gold locks in the right and red in the left. She draws back each head, Polly chirping about her hair and BANGS them together with a meeting of the like minds.
The True American staggers off in a 180, dropping to a knee several feet away, holding onto the railing to keep from ending on her face. Kira remains vertical if on rubbery legs. As a semi-recovered Dawson slides back into the ring under the bottom rope to end the count at ‘NINE’, Mitchell collects the Russian super-athlete and runs her to the apron’s edge, tossing her in after her partner.
Charlie’s on wobbly stems but she’s ready when the Red Menace struggles to vertical, gutting the redhead with a boot to the belly to double over Kira. Grabbing the auburn locks of the Putinista, the tag champ leaves her feet, sitting out with legs wide and PLANTING the Russian with a facebuster that knocks the slobber out of the challenger, Koslova bouncing up to hands and knees, those hands quickly shooting to her beak to check if it’s got a new wrinkle.
Instead of continuing her assault, the Desert Darling catches Mitchell heading topside out of the corner of her eye. CHarlie stumbles to the rested and ready Skye tapping the toes of her partner’s left boot as the Carolina Cutie prepares for ignition and launch.
Mitchell soars off her perch as the Russian rises and turns blindly toward her but the reflexes of the ‘super-athlete’ allow Kira to duck under the airborne attack.
Skye literally adjusts on the fly, hits the landing, and skids to a stop, champ and challenger spinning to face one another. Koslova NAILS a charging Mitchell with a teeth-rattling European Uppercut.
Staggered, there’s little the title holder can do when Koslova grabs her left wrist and pivots, whipping the second-generation star toward the buckles from which she’d just vaulted. Reaching the corner, Skylar skillfully leaps to the bottom ropes, grabbing the top, and vaults her legs up and back, the limbs landing atop a charging Kira’s shoulders.
The startled Russian doesn’t have time to react when Mitchell introduces the colluder to the Tar Heel Smash, Skye tucking in her legs and sending the face of the Red Menace into the middle buckle.
Tar Heel Smash (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=G7rd74zCr1M )
Mitchell tosses the kneeling, sagging redhead from her penitent position, Kira ending flat on her back, an inviting target for a lateral press and a successful defense at…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOO!
Koslova kicks but whether it’s in time is open for debate as, from the outside, Polly’s pulled Carpenter out of the ring by his ankles and swings him into the barricade, Al’s spine crashing into the metal divider.
Carpenter seeps down the side as Charlie arrives and tackles Polly to the deck, the three ending in a scrum, Carpenter amidst the rabid wrestlers, coming between them by default as the blondes try to rip each other apart.
Above, Skye looks on with concern, not only for her partner but also wanting Al back in the ring for the coupe de grace on the Russian redhead. Mitchell pleads with Dawson to pull the Star Spangled Bytch out of the cluster so Carpenter can get back in the squared circle and call the finish.
Bur the Carolina Cutie barely gets the words out of her mouth when her head pitches forward, the result of a spinning heel kick from Koslova. Skye slops atop the rope, leaden arms draping over the outside to keep her upright, braincase slumped from the concussive blow to the back of her skull.
Charlie, having missed the change in fortunes inside the ring, pulls free of the huddle and focuses on Lockwood who starts to do the same. From a few feet away, the Desert Darling lowers a shoulder and hurtles forward, hoping to fold Polly in half with a tackle to the tummy. The pernicious patriot, baby blues going wide, manages to throw herself out of the way and it’s Carpenter who pays the price. Having just reached his feet with Polly, he’s gutted by Charlie’s errant spear, Dawson flattening the luckless Al to the thinly-padded cement.
A distraught Charlie hovers over the moaning Al, profusely apologizing and lightly tapping the man’s cheek.
“Whuuuh happen?” Carpenter coughs.
Charlie leans him into a seat against the barricade, trying to fully resuscitate him.
While Dawson is busy playing Florence Nightingale, the Star Spangled Bytch has greater concerns, namely herself and, to a lesser degree, her partner. She pops to the apron’s edge and CRASHES a forearm shiver into the jaw of the dazed Mitchell, Skye still hung out to dry, sending the shellshocked Mitchell backpedaling into the waiting arms of the Red Menace.
The Fox&Friendly blonde directs her partner in Collusion to back the stunned brunette to the far ropes and send her off with an Irish Whip. A growling Koslova, ready to spring her Bear Trap finisher to put the Sweethearts’ reign to sleep, instead accedes to her partner’s wishes, bullying Skylar to the ropes farthest from the waiting Polly. The women spring off the cables and surge toward the True American, Polly snatching the middle ropes with both hands.
Reaching mid-ring, Kira starts to heave her target, but Mitchell digs deep into her genetic pool to reverse the whip and it’s Kira sent sprinting RIGHT INTO AN IMPALING LOCKWOOD LUNGE FROM POLLY.
Lockwood Lunge (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lhSX8bNbYGE )
The slingshot spear from her fellow colluder nearly rips Koslova in half and the super-athlete is DRIVEN into the canvas by her teammate.
Polly rolls up to her knees staring at the destruction she’s caused, hands flying into her honey-gold locks in shock and horror. She pushes to her feet, not full comprehending how Koslova could have screwed up so royally.
Almost instantly, Skylar leaps to the middle ropes in front of the stricken blonde while grabbing the top. She springboards in reverse off the rubber-coated steel, reaching over her left shoulder and catching Polly’s head in a ¾ grip. From there the Skye Dive is a foregone conclusion as is Lockwood’s trip to semi-consciousness on impact.
Skye Dive ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=oI9ed0z3Pe0 )
Seeing Charlie help a wobbly Carpenter toward the ring, Mitchell becomes uninterested in the demolished Polly, kicking her aside and tracking the groaning, ascending Koslova.
Kira hugs the hammer-and-sickle cutout in her gear over her tanned tummy and is completely oblivious to the measuring Skye behind. As Charlie heaves Al back into the confines, Koslova turns to find the noise of the grunting zebra when she spins directly into Greetings from Charlotte, Skye’s pinpoint, chin-checking, superlative superkick.
Kira’s collapses board-straight to the canvas, out cold before she touches canvas. As the crowd roars to its feet in anticipation, an exhausted Mitchell, having dropped to all fours from the effort of her second finisher in seconds, crawls to the splayed Russian and covers, too spent to a hook a leg for the…
ONE…
TWO…
THREEEE!
It doesn’t matter in Koslova’s condition as Skye could have gotten a ‘ten’ on the defanged Russian bear.
Carpenter rolls out of the ring having done his job, making his way toward the back to request hazard pay.
The ring announcer is behind the curve as the Sweethearts are already mid-embrace.
“Your winners and STILL FAWN TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS…AMERICA’S SWEETHEARTS!”
The crowd, already on their feet, turn the volume to eleven as Skye and Charlie continue their SWEET SUMMER title tour, rising a couple corners to hold their returned belts aloft.
The doubters, becoming few and far between before the match, are scattered to the winds with the Summer Swelter success and when blonde and brunette drop to the canvas, slide through the ropes and depart, the exit is of conquering heroes and reigning, defending tag team title holders.
Remaining in the ring is a very different story, Polly and Kira slowly returning to awareness in unison. Lockwood drags herself to the ropes and sits against them as she watches the Sweethearts depart, champions still. Kira is on her chest, propping on elbows, face in her hands, muttering in her mother tongue.
Slowly she climbs to vertical, Lockwood hooking an elbow with one of her partner’s to help Koslova up the rest of the way. The usually stoic Russian responds with a feral shove. Teeth bared, she rushes forward, pirouetting through a discus clothesline that nearly removes Polly’s head from her shoulders, sending the blonde through a backflip, Lockwood ending on her chest, barely stirring.
The crowd is silenced by the violence, the furious and frustrated Koslova putting Collusion to an end more quickly than Don Jr would ever think to do.
After battering Lockwood with a torrent of stomps, the enraged Red Menace drops to Lockwood’s side and maneuvers the barely aware blonde into her Bear Trap, strapping down her cobra clutch triangle choke on the depleted Star Spangled Bytch.
Bear Trap (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=r0eessliDH0&t=1s )
What little energy Polly has left goes into immediately tapping Kira’s shoulder, the True American pleading through gurgles she gives, but Kira isn’t hearing it. She continues to apply the hold even as FAWN flunkies storm the ring and try to pry her off.
It’s soon evident Polly is nothing but a wet, red, white and blue dishrag, the Russian super-athlete wringing her, Lockwood unconscious in the Russian’s death grip.
Finally four men are able to wrest Kira free of the fool who cost her not one but two title matches. The redhead’s hauled to her feet and spits on the remains of the Fox&Friendly blonde.
“Do not ever theenk you are safe!” Koslova shouts menacingly. “If you ever step in a reeng again, I will be there to punish you!”
Kira shrugs off the burly attendants and exits, leaving EMTs to work on Polly’s carcass, Lockwood choking back to life, her career in the ring likely deceased even if her placement as ambassador to the Turks and Caicos might survive.