Post by hawkeye on May 11, 2020 0:44:41 GMT
Portia Van Buren’s plan to easily demolish America’s Sweethearts in a surprise attack to claim the tag titles went without a hitch and proved her genius. The intense battles required for her team to survive their following defenses and keep the belts, even when considerable favorites against less than celebrated teams, is proving the skill and depth of the teams in the organization. And the FAWNatics are on the edge of their seat, ready for another such challenge by an up and coming squad.
The crowd jumps off those chairs as the accompaniment of Muy Caliente brings the sellout throng to its feet and to their own personal dance floors, most shifting their hips in time with the music.
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The south of the border stars push through the curtains and skip their way to center stage, the caravan growing louder still. The three Latina lovelies have won over the multitudes through their determination and flair and have made it within one match of being FAWN champions. Supportive signs are scattered throughout and Soto, Sanchez and Garcia point and pump fists to their fans before breaking toward the ramp and ring.
SOLEDAD SANCHEZ
SOSHANA SOTO:
SOFIA GARCIA:
The sultry Sofia leads the way in a two-piece, neon, violet number that catches eyes and stirs heart. The white-hot Cuban firecracker waves her hands then slaps those extended toward her by the adoring masses.
Close behind is the spicy little lucha, Soshana Soto. Lil So-So’s garbed in purple sports bra top with gold trim, her bottoms the same color as her top, flaps covering the back, also with a gold trim. On her right arm is a gold sleeve with the purple and white streamers running from her wrist to mid bicep. She finishes her togs with black knee pads, a pair of gold colored boots and kick pads with purple trim.
Beside her is the former La Hurrican and now reformed Soledad Sanchez, the veteran having found respectful common cause with her fellow chicas. Sanchez no longer sports her once familiar leopard print two-piece, instead transforming her two pieces into the striking red, white and green of her home country, multi-hued boots and pads included.
The women finish their march to the ring, enjoying every second of their blossoming importance, knowing how many women on the roster would love to have a chance at the gold against one of the biggest names in the game and her formidable golden girls.
Soshana circles the ring trading high fives, while Garcia completes the lap in the opposite direction as if she’s a guest star on ‘So you KNOW you can dance’. La Hurrican blows straight into the ring, hopping to the apron then using the top rope to fling herself over. A call from Soledad brings the youngsters back to the task at hand and the battlefield where the war would be won.
Soto bounds up the ring steps, wipes her boots on the apron, and moves to the center of the ropes. She sits on the middle and pushes up the top, making for an easy entry for her newfound friend, Sofia. After the rookie slides into the confines and joins Sanchez, Soto, still on the outside when she releases the cables, grabs the top strand and leaps over. Lil’ So-So pulls her knees up to her chest as she passes over and somersaults to a perfect landing, ending center stage.
The diminutive Mexican leaps into stereo high-fives, slapping one hand of each partner. Muy Caliente takes turns introducing themselves to each side of the arena, arms raised, returning the abundant love from the stands as their music fades and the voice of the ring announcer takes its place.
“Our next match is one fall with a thirty-minute time limit and is for the FAWN tag team championships. Introducing first, accompanied to the ring by the Cuban Missile Sofia Garcia, from La Paz Mexico…she stands 5’1” and weighs in tonight at 112 pounds… Pequeno Dinamita… Soshana Soto! And her partner…from Monterrey, Mexico, standing 5’ 2” and weighing in tonight at 113 pounds... Soledad Sanchez! Together they are MUY CALIENTE!”
The arena thunders with an enthusiastic ovation, those assembled determined to help the Latina Strike Force defeat Portia’s mercenaries.
With the challengers in the spotlight, awaiting their opportunity to reach the top level, its current inhabitants are ready to join them per the infamous crashing chords of 'The World is Not Enough' from Garbage. The FAWNatics turn to the upper stage to curse the vile, villainous tag team champs and, just as much or more, their malicious, moneyed manager.
THE WORLD IS NOT ENOUGH:
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“I know how to hurt. I know how to heal. I know what to show and what to conceal.”
“I know when to talk. And I know when to touch. No one ever died from wanting too much…”
The crowd lets loose on the salacious sellouts and the Long Island legend that’s their leader.
A spotlight blinks into a long streak of light as Shirley Manson pronounces “The World Is Not Enough” and, at the end of the beam…a strawberry blonde patrician smirks surreptitiously, reveling in the loathing she feels radiating from the concealed hordes.
Fortune’s Favorite is flawless in her immaculate, white tennis togs, namely a form-fitting, Louis Vuitton tank top and short skirt with white socks and thousand-dollar tennies. In her right hand is Precious, her beloved polo mallet. Baby points it to stage right and appearing on cue are the golden-brown warriors of the Gold Standard.
PORTIA VANBUREN:
Strapped across their tawny midriffs is the gilded leather signifying their leader’s genius and their ability to work in concert to put all other pairing beneath them on the ladder of success.
ALEXIS SUGUITAN:
AMARA SINGH:
The Standard strides to either side of their leader, Alexis shining her belt while Amara slaps hers. They each unstrap and raise their prizes high to the echoing jeers of the FAWNatics. VanBuren points her beauties toward the ring and their next victims, Portia touting and shouting as Suguitan and Singh lead the way in stern silence.
Each titleholder glistens in golden two-piece battle gear, sturdy bikini tops complementing tight booty shorts that let the champs’ curves overflow the shimmering spandex. Black boots and pads complete each woman’s identical gear.
Reaching the ring, Portia stares at Muy Caliente, her predatory grin not as evident as she’s clearly not happy to see THREE members inside, her back-up matched by Garcia. Still, she gives each challenger a soft golf clap at having the honor of being fodder for the Gold Standard’s next defense.
Singh and Sugutian slip through the ropes and claim center stage, their challengers moving to the Caliente corner. VanBuren ‘chats’ amiably with the front rows, delighting in humiliating those ignorant enough to taunt her. Moving to the ring steps, the New Yorker ascends nimbly and slides between the top and middle cables. Joining her team, Baby places herself noticeably behind her shocktroops, patting each champion on a shoulder, letting the grapplers have the spotlight as the ring announcer makes their arrival official.
“And their opponents, accompanied to the ring by their manager, Portia VanBuren the Fourth. Hailing from Manilla, The Philippines at five feet eight inches tall and 134 pounds, the Penthouse Panther…ALEXIS SUGUITAN. And her partner, from Cawnpore, India at five feet six inches and 137 pounds, the Golden Empress…AMARA SINGH! Together they are the Gold Standard and the FAWN Tag Team Champions!”
Amara and Alexis again raise their belts before placing them gently over Baby’s shoulders while Portia draws a microphone to her lips.
“We’re so happy these insignificants can learn how far they have to go!”
The crowd boos Baby like she’s never left.
“And the fact they’re from South Jersey with all its flippin’ flippiness, it’s not going to match the power and prestige of my Standard. Buenos noches, senoritas!”
VanBuren drops the mic and escorts the championship hardware to the outside. The champs huddle in the corner for a moment. Alexis emerges as the starter after having proved the more dominant in the champions’ recent defenses. A simmering Amara slides to the outside while both Soshana and Sofia do likewise in the opposite corner, Garcia joining VanBuren on the arena floor as a supporter.
Alexis moves to the middle before the bell and, when it tolls, she sprints into enemy territory, hands laced above her head, looking to land a double axhandle to the crown of Soledad’s skull. The lucha tumbles out of the way, somersaulting forward and popping to her feet, the comparatively grizzled veteran of Caliente showing she still has the speed to befuddle an ornery destroyer-class vessel like the Penthouse Panther.
Having NAILED the top buckle instead of her target, a sheepish Suguitan spins out of the corner, shaking her head in disgust.
“I heard they grew cowards down in Monterrey,” she snarls, “and I guess you’re Exhibit A.”
Fiery temper stoked the no longer cloaked La Hurrican charges into a collar and elbow tie-up with the significantly bigger woman. Alexis pivots and heaves Soledad into the buckles, Sanchez flying into a back-battering collision. She arches and winces from the impact but when Soto moves her hand to tap her partner’s shoulder, she pooh-poohs. Lil So-So pulls her hand away just as Alexis shoots a big, long golden-brown right leg toward the pit of Soledad’s stomach.
The Mexican snatches the limb at the ankle before the boot sole can hit home. She tosses the limb of the Filipino Phenom through the nearby ropes, so the champ is straddling the middle rope and, with Alexis somewhat stuck, she plants a boot into the muscular hamstring of Suguitan’s left leg. Soledad seems to enjoy the meaty THWACK as she repeats the process a half-dozen more times in quick succession before tapping the outstretched hand of Soshana.
As Soto enters on one side of the corner, Alexis pulls her leg back in only to have Sanchez lift the sights of her kicks to the meaty side midriff just over Suguitan’s left hip. She pounds the defensive destroyer into the corner, surrounded by Muy Caliente. Both Soledad and So-So grab a wrist, while Portia complains bitterly from the outside, demanding Castle put an end to the double-team.
Instead, working quickly, the challengers draw a stubborn Alexis halfway down the ring and fling her to the opposite cables with a double Irish Whip. They follow their foe to the middle where they wait for the power-packed Phenom’s return and LAUNCH Alexis high into the air with a double barreled Japanese armdrag, sending Suguitan flipping to a harsh landing on her spine. The grimacing Alexis is quickly up to a seated position but just as quickly pays the price.
Racing by her foe, Soto hits the ropes and u-turns into a spring toward Alexis where Soledad is barreling down the tracks from the opposite direction. They meet in stereo dropkicks, Soshana NAILING Alexis in the face while Sanchez THUMPS her boots into the back of the Filipino’s skull simultaneously. The crowd groans in reflexive sympathy from the dual connection then cheers the challengers’ skills. But would said skills pay the bills? Lil So-So would have to find out on her own as Nick outs an end to the two-on-one action, hooking an elbow with La Hurrican and guiding her back to port.
It hardly seems to matter when a wobbly Alexis struggles to her feet as Soto blasts past her shoulder again. Pequeno Dinamita leaps into the middle ropes while momentarily grabbing the top. She springboards in reverse, glancing over her shoulder to gauge the distance to Suguitan. She does perfectly, wrapping a ¾ facelock around Alexis’ braincase and dropping to her backside, STUNNING the Penthouse Panther with an eye-catching aerial stunner. Alexis flops absently to her back and the lucha from LaPaz dives atop her foe in a crossbody, hooking a long powerful leg for the…
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Alexis heaves the tiny Soto straight to her feet. Instantly, Soshana is on her horse. As Suguitan struggles to her feet, a rebounding So-So flies over the back of the bent champ, trying to pull Alexis down with a Sunset Flip. Unfortunately, Alexis is anchored, barely budged by the Mexican. She drops to her knees, pinning Soshana in a gift-wrapped package, the champ’s shins dropping across Lil So-So’s biceps, Alexis’ arms hooking behind the challenger’s knees with Soto’s shoulders pinned for…
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Soshana bucks the bigger woman off and scrambles to her feet, but Alexis already there and spins into a forearm shiver that decks the Mexican Firestorm. Soshana casts a glassy glance up at the hovering Alexis and cries out when Suguitan grabs her by the ears and RIPS the purple-and-gold clad grappler to her feet and beyond. The apartment-house alumni lifting her high above, her hands having slipped under the squirming Soto’s arms on the way up.
Showing the strength that had made her a threat and the savagery that had made her a champ, the Phenom heaves Soshana, Soto CRASHING to earth on her back from the raised position. Her back curls from the pain of the impact as she pushes to a seat.
The surly Suguitan strides to the Gold Standard corner where she slaps hands with the eager Amara. Like the luchadoras, the exotic Asians in glimmering gold return to put the Soshana at a serious handicap. They tug a squirming Soto to her feet. Singh dips her head between Lil So-So’s abbreviated stems and lifts her easily into an electric chair while Alexis turns and heads for the rubber-coated steel of the cable. Bounding away from the strands, she leaps on the approach and clothesline Soshana off Amara’s shoulders, Soto backflipping into a sky-high somersault and landing on her chest to a worried ‘ooooh’ from the FAWNatics.
Alexis turns and gives a stereo middle-finger salute to Soshana’s Caliente compatriots then heads for the exit, leaving Singh to pull the ragdolled lucha to rubbery legs.
Often best as a bully, the Empress in glistening gold is in her environment, dipping an arm between the quaking stems of Soto’ hupping’ her onto a shoulder and lurching forward to PLANT Soshana to the deck with a powerslam. Ending on all fours next to the splayed and demolished 61 inches of Little Dynamite, the pouty-lipped Indian beauty presses domineering palms into Soto, one pressed into the Mexican’s gulping tummy, the other into her heaving chest for the…
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Soshana twists a shoulder off the deck, saving Muy Caliente from a growing list of victims for VanBuren’s calamitous crew. From the outside, Sofia cheers her fellow Latina on, but Singh grabs a handful of dark locks to control any effort to make it to the safety of Soledad, Sanchez something of a mother hen for Garcia and Soto even though she remains in her 20s.
In the opposite corner, Portia is silent. She knows what she’s got in the two brutal and efficient golden-brown warriors she has. Sometimes slow starters, the Gold Standard seized early-ish control tonight and Amara means to keep, lifting to the diminutive Dynamite off the deck like a babe in her arms then dropping to one knee, trying to break Soshana’s spine over the plank of her raised right leg. With the mewling Lil So-So- bowed over her lower limb, the cruel Singh pushes down on either side, a forearm under Soto’s chin on one side just above her knees on the other.
“Show these people,” Amara shouts. “Show these people how frail and delicate a little china doll you are.”
Soto pushes off her boot soles with as much power as she can muster, flipping out of her predicament and landing on her feet in front of a rising and startled Singh. But as quickly as the Firestorm’s flame flickers, it’s doused with a frightening clothesline that sends the Lil So-So through a violent 270-degree spin cycle, CRASHING to the deck on her face and chest, appearing as though she’d come close to being decapitated by the much sharper Amara.
Some had dared say Singh had lost a step since her return, but an unconcerned Baby sloughed off the criticisms as ill-informed Jersey claptrap and the Indian Sapphire is glimmering in this defense.
Singh sinks her claws into either trapezius and clamps tight, drawing a beleaguered Soto back to squishy vertical from behind. The Empress pivots and tosses Soshana into a neutral corner, the youngster’s spinal column again put to the test. Amara races in behind and leaps into full, fleshy hip check that draws a guttural groan out of the crushed lucha. Soto’s legs give out and she plops to her cheeks, abbreviated legs extended.
A beaming Amara looks toward her corner and Portia motions for Singh to have a little fun with the runt of the Caliente litter. Singh turns her ample pear-shaped backside to So-So’s features and treats Soshan’s mug like a lamp rubbing the thin gold spandex covering her booty into the Mexican’s face, Soto sputtering and flailing as Amara’s Harem Shake stinkface gathers more fans, despite the humiliating circumstances.
Singh swaddles the helpless Soto’s quintessentially cure features under her swishing backside until she gets her fill, pulling it off and presenting a greasy-faced Little Dynamite looking nowhere near explosive.
Amara scoops her arms under those of the dazed Soto. The Indian grappler pulls Lil So-So to vertical and leans her into the buckles. She turns the head of the diminutive Dynamite with a forearm smash to Soto’s jaw. With Soshana rattled further, Singh launches the challenger to a seat on the top buckles then climbs to the middle ropes. Showing her athleticism, Amara pulls the smaller woman to a stance on the top buckle, joining her there and collecting Lil So-So in a front facelock. The crowd pleads for an escape but Soshana isn’t in condition and the gruesome end comes when the Empress sends the Mexican flying into the Orlando night with a superplex.
Soshana plants halfway across the ring and skids another several feet after the landing. She arches for a moment before the intensity of the impact leaves her in a stilled starfish, little body rocked to its core. Amara looks a bit sore herself, but pushes to her feet, focused on turning the wagging tongues of the media in her favor.
As a game Soto rolls to her chest and pushes to all fours, Amara straddles her foe’s spine, dipping into a crouch, then RAMS her backside into the base of the Latina’s vertebrae to flatten her. Seemingly ready to finish things with her infamous Camel Clutch, one no one in FAWN has survived, Alexis calls from the Gold Standard corner.
“Don’t be selfish,” she complains. “I shared with you.”
Amara scrunches her nose, unable to completely hide her displeasure. She grabs Soto’s head with both hands instead of cupping her chin, and THWUMPS her foe’s forehead into the thinly-sheathed plywood, Soshana’s noggin bouncing in disturbing fashion.
With Lil So-So nearly out, Amara pulls what’s left of the Caliente runt cavewoman-style to the Standard corner, only then lifting and shoving Soto into the buckles, then exchanging her legal position with the Penthouse Panther. With little fun to be had in double-teaming Soto in her state, Singh decides to exit without forcing Soshana to survive a double team. Instead, Soto’s left with a woman who’s plenty destructive on her own.
Alexis enters and turns, stuffing her red stocking clad foot under Soto’s chin, not having to raise her leg far considering Soshana’s lack of verticality at 5’1”. She shoves the foot forward, bending the Mexican’s head back, Soto gagging as she’s choked out by the Filipino Phenom. Castle’s tardy count finally breaks the situation at ‘FOUR’.
Suguitan snatches her bite-sized challenger and batters her down the length of the ring to reach a neutral corner. Pivoting, she hiptosses Lil So-So for distance, perhaps breaking an Olympic record for heaving tiny, endearing Latinas. AGAIN Soshana hits home HARD.
To her credit, she uses the momentum of the throw to roll to her feet and stagger the rest of the way to the corner opposite Alexis. A grinning Suguitan raises her hands and puts Soshana in a picture frame made of the Panther’s thumbs and forefingers. Getting her target situated just so when Soto leans her back into the buckles, chest heaving as she draws deep breaths into her battered form, Alexis takes off, racing silently across the canvas sans boots. She leaps to SPLASH the little lucha but Lil So-So dives out of the way and Suguitan’s chest THUMPS into the top buckle.
Alexis is turned around by the heavy impact and she staggers drunkenly toward the middle. Finally gathering her balance and composure, she spins toward Soto, but the Mexican’s ready, sending the surging Alexis flying with an armdrag from her homeland. Flustered, Alexis pops to her feet and charges, only to meet the same fate. Still, she finds the energy to reach vertical almost instantly and come back for more. More is what she gets when Soshana NAILS her in the chin with a precise dropkick leaving Alexis flattened, massaging her jaw but otherwise unmoving.
As a crawling Soto gains ground toward the brewing La Hurrican, Portia demands Alexis get to the Standard corner and trade places with the Empress. VanBuren’s words go unheeded long enough for Soto to dive to the tag, an animated Soledad using the top cable to bound into the ring and race toward the finally rising Suguitan. The Panther turns to her corner, but a leaping Sanchez latches on from behind, wrapping her arms around the golden-brown throat of the Filipino, her legs folding in a tuck into Suguitan’s shoulderblades. Dropping to the canvas, she blows the champ up with a ring-rattling backstabber that leaves Alexis out to lunch.
Soledad shoves the gobsmacked Phenom to her back, the smaller woman climbing aboard in a lateral press for the…
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Alexis shoves a shoulder up, though it’s hardly the most emphatic escape and the unmasked La Hurrican takes it as an opportunity to lay some more wood, Monterrey style.
Soledad shoves Alexis to her chest and grabs her left arm, bending the limb behind Suguitan in a hammerlock. Rising off the champion, Sanchez flips forward landing in a limber bridge with the arm still in tow, increasing the pressure on the arm exponentially.
From her bridge, Soledad demands Castle ask Alexis if she wants to surrender her and Amara’s belts to Muy Caliente. Suguitan responds with a grunt in the negative and Soledad pulls the wing toward her further, drawing a howl from the destroyer-class grappler, but sadly for the lucha, no capitulation. She releases the arm and rolls to her knees at the Phenom’s head, giving Alexis’ noggin a less than playful slap.
She pulls the bigger woman to her feet with a grip on Suguitan’s wrist and shoulder then aims the Filipino at the far buckles. She whips Alexis on her way, the title holder racing and turning into the corner, hitting the buckles hard. Her body rocked, she leans into them, throwing an arm over the ropes on either side. Sanchez responds instantly, sprinting after. She leaps from a few feet out and delivers her Storm Surge, an enziguri clipping Alexis in the cranium.
Storm Surge (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XyxIKBCMWk4)
Suguitan staggers out of the corner, making a left turn toward Portia’s beckoning, needing a replacement to halt the raging storm of La Hurrican. Soledad isn’t interested in any switch however and she throws a vicious clip into the pit of Suguitan’s left knee, forcing the Panther to genuflect a few feet from her goal. Racing just out of the reach of a stretching Amara, Sanchez swings around in front of Alexis. A stubborn Sugutian rises in time to foil whatever original plan the Mexican might have had, but the lucha switches gears into a devastating Hurricane Kick, flooring the bigger woman.
Hurricane Kick ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=AMvcR6G9F7k&spfreload=10 )
Alexis is felled like golden-brown timber and Sanchez dives atop her foe in a crossbody for the…
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Suguitan kicks out of the pinning predicament and Soledad kips to her feet, the formerly hated rival of Lily Burlingame’s Crimson Comet showing her less than savory side when Alexis reaches out toward Singh and Soledad STOMPS her hand. Alexis pulls the arm back in, cradling it close and cursing less than under her breath.
Soledad snatches a handful of ebony locks and turns Alexis on hands and knees away from salvation. The embarrassment adds necessary fuel to Suguitan. She rises,slipping an arm between Soledad’s gams as she does, scooping Sanchez into body slam position, the Mexican lifted as if a feather. But Soledad slips out the back door, landing behind Alexis. Before Suguitan can spin to face her, she shoves the Phenom forward. There’s only a step or two between Amara and her partner and no time to avoid a head-on collision, the teammates clanging coconuts, Singh dropping off the apron, holding her skull, while Alexis stumbles out of the corner in a daze.
Soledad races at her foe and Alexis shows enough awareness to pivot and pick up Sanchez for a side slam. But in Alexis’ state, the acrobatic Soledad gets away from her. La Hurrican orbits the Penthouse Panther in a sublime display that ends in a Monterrey Meltdown.
Monterrey Meltdown ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=-Us9mntiAHc )
The stunning, tilt-a-whirl stunner PLANTS Alexis’ face into the canvas and she absently flops to her back, out cold. Soledad covers the demolished Suguitan in a lateral press for the…
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THREEE!
Only then does Soledad understand Nick Castle’s not counting. She rises to hands and knees, confused and pleading. The official explains the Standard’s ‘meeting of the minds’ is a legal tag and Alexis isn’t the legal combatant.
A distraught Sanchez, on her haunches, runs fingers through her shoulder-length locks in disbelief, having returned from champion to challenger. Discarding and disregarding Alexis, Soledad heads for the outside and collects a rising Singh. VanBuren hovers nearby but a scalding glance at Portia backs her off, the patrician retreating with hands raised plaintively. Soledad shoves the wobbly Empress in under the ropes and follows.
She plucks Amara off the canvas as she rises, while the Panther manages to roll out and drop to the floor. Singh breaks free and staggers to the far side of the ring and, when Amara turns toward her, Sanchez races at the Subcontinental Siren. Soledad leaps, legs leading the way. She clamps the slender sinewy stems around the head of her foe in order to send Singh flying with a hurricarana, but the Empress has other ideas.
Soledad ends draped down Amara’s chest after her futile effort, heels over head when the rana fails to materialize. Singh thrusts the smaller woman up her frame until a wide-eyed Soledad is seated on the champ’s shoulders, Amara’s arms wrapping around La Hurrican’s thighs.
And DOWN they come. Singh sits out into a PowerBollyBomb that shakes the ring and BLASTS Soledad from a Category Four to soft drizzle.
Sanchez is laid out between the seated Amara’s legs, arms in a wide ‘V’ above her planted shoulders for the…
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THRNOOO!
Soledad emerges from her coma in time to save the challengers’ hopes, slopping to her side between the golden-brown stems of the Empress.
The spiteful Amara raises her right leg and SLAMS the heel into the Sanchez’s forehead when the Mexican tries to rise. Singh back somersaults to her feet and stalks Soledad as the lucha takes a second shot at reaching vertical. The Empress closes in from behind and when La Hurrican reaches her feet, the Indian beauty brings her right arm across the challenger’s throat in a backhand sweep. She forces Soledad into a ragged arch, capturing Sanchez in a dragon sleeper hold, threatening to put Muy Caliente’s chance to become tag champions to rest.
Soledad’s arms reach outward, flailing, as her lids flutter, her senses dulled from the constriction of her carotid. On the outside, Portia glances at her jeweled Cartier watch. Apparently, it was winning time and, as Soledad’s fidgeting slows, it looks like the end is near. Amara raises her right leg across her foe’s throat, the lower limb joining her arm and she sends herself and Sanchez to the mat, a guillotine-like leg drop quickening the end for La Hurrican. Singh leaves the tawny stem draped over the flaccid Soledad for the pin and the win at…
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THRNOOO!
Deciding bending the rules is worth staying in the match, a charging Soto scrapes Amara off her partner with a low dropkick, breaking Castle’s count if also drawing his ire.
Singh rolls to her feet more pissed than hurt and charges Soshana, but the challenger ducks under her foe’s clothesline attempt and keeps racing to an entering Alexis. Pequena Dinamita blows up the Phenom, planting a dropkick into the Panther’s chest and sending her backflipping over the ropes, crashing into Portia, leaving both women in a pile on the arena floor.
Lil So-So kips to her feet, staring down at the wreckage when Amara grabs her from behind, spins her, and lays into her chest with a blazing chop that nearly sends Soto over as well. Another might well have, and Singh has one loaded, but she’s grabbed from behind by a risen Sanchez.
She turns the Empress to face her and drives a side kick into the golden-brown tummy of the champ. Soto follows suit with another and Muy Caliente works in unison, pounding kicks into Singh in turn. Finally, they flatten Amara with a double enziguri kick to the noggin that sends Amara flipping to an impact on her backbone.
Kickin’ Cousins ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=GsgbuHYiL_8 )
Soshana heads for the exit but she’s joined by Sanchez, while a delighted Sofia cheers on both of her hermanas. Soledad waits for Soto to get through the ropes and tags the shoulder of her partner Nick acknowledging the tag. But both go back to work. They take a quick glance at VanBuren and Suguitan as the Standard extricate themselves from each other then head back to a rising Singh.
The crowd is at a fever pitch as they feel the change in titles coming and Muy Caliente seems to share their mindset. The time has come to prove Latinas do it best.
Soledad slips an arm between a wobbling Amara’s lower limbs from behind and, with all her might, ‘hups’ Singh into a Torture Rack. The Mexican’s slender legs quake but hold as her arms wrap around Singh’s frame, stretching the vertebrae of the mewling Empress. Facing her partner but a step to her left, Lil So-So stands at the ready and a nod between the Caliente cohort puts things in motion, Soledad flipping Amara off her shoulders to the left. As the champ falls Soto leaps with a knee high, connecting FEROCOUSLY with a tandem Flashbang, the Go 2 Sleep signature favored by Little Dynamite.
The bony cap CRASHES between the eyes of the Subcontinental Siren. Amara goes board straight from the impact, her dark eyes glassy. From there, a soft gust of breath sends her timbering to the deck, landing in a starfish, ready for the transfer of power.
As Soledad scurries for the Caliente corner and Sofia and the FAWNatics shout with glee, Soshana dives atop the splayed Amara in a tight crossbody, no doubt counting in her mind Castle’s slaps that would make her and her friends champions with the…
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THRNOOO!
Alexis, reaching in under the bottom rope, snatches an ankle of her partner and pulls the demolished Singh to the outside. She catches the semiconscious Amara in her arms, supporting her as they huddle with their disheveled manager.
Distraught at having the victory stolen and ready for revenge, Soshana heads for the opposite cables and sprints back at the Gold Standard cluster. She vaults between the top and middle cable at warp speed and sends the conference attendees scattering. VanBuren and Suguitan THUMP against the steel barricade behind them, Alexis back-first. Portia tumbles over chest first, landing in a couple laps in the front row.
Amara, looking much the worse for wear, is at Soshana’s feet. She scrapes the Empress off the arena floor and stuffs her back in the ring. Limping noticeably from her landing, Soto slides in behind and decides discretion is the better part of valor. With a hitch in her giddy-up, she tags in La Hurrican to bring the final wave of tonight’s storm.
With Amara splayed in the center of the ring, Sanchez trots to her foe’s location and leaps above the title holder, flipping through a Shooting Star Press that lands flush across the abs of the flagging Standardbearer. Soledad remains draped across Singh in crossbody pin for the…
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Amara creeps a shoulder a few inches off the canvas, saving the champs without the assistance of Alexis and Portia, the rest of VanBuren’s conglomerate finally making it back into place on the outside.
Sanchez gives Castle a snarling glance and drags a thumb across her throat, the FAWNatics reacting in positive fashion to the upcoming end of the Standard. She yanks the rubbery Singh to her feet and walks Amara to a neutral corner. With every ounce of energy and strength left, Soledad lifts the Empress to a throne on the top buckle then climbs to the middle ropes. Gathering her reserves and using Amara for balance, she ascends to the top rope to the Indian’s right, ready to end things with her Hurrican del Inferno finish, sending the Empress to her doom and her vile friends to the back of the tag line.
Hurrican del Inferno ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=1P2Mc7fub9M ) 00:36
But before Soledad can backflip to the perfect ending, a gassed Singh shakes Soledad off her precarious perch, Sanchez losing her stance, unfortunately with one leg either side of the top cable. Soledad is crotched on the rubber-coated steel, her large expressive eyes bulging, hands buried between her thighs, trying to extricate herself.
Singh’s interested in assisting. She drops to the canvas, nearly collapsing, and clubs Soledad out of her unpleasant perch, La Hurrican tumbling to the floor far below in a cartwheel, landing on her skull in disturbing fashion, the crowd groaning with worry at the sight of the impact.
Like a vulture, Portia is there to ‘help’ a barely conscious Sanchez up, but instead of tossing her back into the ring, she pirouettes into a whip to a waiting Alexis who NAILS Soledad with her Slut Stomp, a bootless version of a Big Boot, the Filipino Phenom nearly removing Soledad’s head from her neck. The sneering Alexis finishes with her signature stocking-clad foot smother while Castle demands Sanchez be freed to enter.
Muy Caliente isn’t waiting, Sofia and Soshana rushing around the ring as cavalry. Alexis starts to back off as they approach but then surges forward unexpectedly and teaches Garcia not to stick her nose in. Sofia is planted with a Slut Stomp of her own and only a shoving Soto keeps Garcia from receiving the smother treatment.
As the gathering outside devolves into a four-way free-for-all, Soledad reflexively crawls back into the squared circle where a surly Empress awaits. Before La Hurrican can rise, Singh stomps away at her foe’s lower spine, keeping her chest and face flat to the canvas with the brutal foreplay.
With Soledad barely aware of her surroundings save the agony from her spine, Amara snatches her foe’s left leg at the ankle, raising it. The Empress momentarily scissors the limb as she drops to her knees then moves to a straddle of the challenger’s lower back before collecting the opposite leg. The crowd pleads for the remainder of Muy Caliente to come to the rescue, but they’re otherwise engaged.
Amara tucks the captured stems into her armpits and cups her laced fingers under Soledad’s chin, pulling back cruelly on her Bollyknot.
Bollyknot ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=_hJ1iW-D8Aw&list=PL48AGjs8xVYOwkNCwnSiloVUQnx15FPqF )
In a show of power and dominance, the Indian rises to a crouch, elevating the imprisoned Soledad, torturing La Hurrican’s legs and breaking her back simultaneously with her supersized version of the Camel Clutch.
Soledad weakly claws at Amara’s arms for a few seconds then enthusiastically taps Singh’s arms, non-verbally pleading for release. But Singh refuses, rocking forward and back to increase the pressure, threatening to dislocate vertebrae in the hopes of teaching an indelible lesson.
Castle calls for the bell and demands the Standardbearer release, but Amara refuses and with the rest of Caliente figuratively tied up with Alexis and Portia, Amara has her way for a dozen seconds before Castle finally starts a count to rescind the victory. At ‘FOUR’, Amara releases and lets a maimed Soledad plop to the canvas, on her chest, reaaching feebly for her spine, sobbing she can’t feel her legs.
Castle calls for the paramedics as the ring announcer completes his unpleasant task.
“Your winners by submission and STILL Tag Team champions…Amara Singh and Alexis Suguitan…the Gold Standard!”
The combatants on the outside separate, all bruised from the melee. And while Sofia and Soshana check on their partner with the medical crew, Amara rolls out under the ropes to join the rest of the Standard where an attendant has the belts snatched away by Portia. She moves her team to the hard cam side of the ring and presents her champions, offering Alexis and Amara their hard-won prizes. Baby raises the inner arms of each while the outer arms lift the belts high.
Inside, some screaming EMTs call for a board, the wheeled stretcher not sufficient tonight for what appears a badly injured Sanchez. Lil So-So and Sofia assure the watery-eyed Soledad everything’s going to be OK as she’s slowly moved out of the ring and is escorted up the ramp.
An unaffected Gold Standard celebrates in the uncomfortable silence, clearly unconcerned about Soledad’s fate and perhaps the fate of Muy Caliente with their veteran presence likely eliminated by Amara’s brutality.
The crowd jumps off those chairs as the accompaniment of Muy Caliente brings the sellout throng to its feet and to their own personal dance floors, most shifting their hips in time with the music.
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ui0hDQLcWTg
The south of the border stars push through the curtains and skip their way to center stage, the caravan growing louder still. The three Latina lovelies have won over the multitudes through their determination and flair and have made it within one match of being FAWN champions. Supportive signs are scattered throughout and Soto, Sanchez and Garcia point and pump fists to their fans before breaking toward the ramp and ring.
SOLEDAD SANCHEZ
SOSHANA SOTO:
SOFIA GARCIA:
The sultry Sofia leads the way in a two-piece, neon, violet number that catches eyes and stirs heart. The white-hot Cuban firecracker waves her hands then slaps those extended toward her by the adoring masses.
Close behind is the spicy little lucha, Soshana Soto. Lil So-So’s garbed in purple sports bra top with gold trim, her bottoms the same color as her top, flaps covering the back, also with a gold trim. On her right arm is a gold sleeve with the purple and white streamers running from her wrist to mid bicep. She finishes her togs with black knee pads, a pair of gold colored boots and kick pads with purple trim.
Beside her is the former La Hurrican and now reformed Soledad Sanchez, the veteran having found respectful common cause with her fellow chicas. Sanchez no longer sports her once familiar leopard print two-piece, instead transforming her two pieces into the striking red, white and green of her home country, multi-hued boots and pads included.
The women finish their march to the ring, enjoying every second of their blossoming importance, knowing how many women on the roster would love to have a chance at the gold against one of the biggest names in the game and her formidable golden girls.
Soshana circles the ring trading high fives, while Garcia completes the lap in the opposite direction as if she’s a guest star on ‘So you KNOW you can dance’. La Hurrican blows straight into the ring, hopping to the apron then using the top rope to fling herself over. A call from Soledad brings the youngsters back to the task at hand and the battlefield where the war would be won.
Soto bounds up the ring steps, wipes her boots on the apron, and moves to the center of the ropes. She sits on the middle and pushes up the top, making for an easy entry for her newfound friend, Sofia. After the rookie slides into the confines and joins Sanchez, Soto, still on the outside when she releases the cables, grabs the top strand and leaps over. Lil’ So-So pulls her knees up to her chest as she passes over and somersaults to a perfect landing, ending center stage.
The diminutive Mexican leaps into stereo high-fives, slapping one hand of each partner. Muy Caliente takes turns introducing themselves to each side of the arena, arms raised, returning the abundant love from the stands as their music fades and the voice of the ring announcer takes its place.
“Our next match is one fall with a thirty-minute time limit and is for the FAWN tag team championships. Introducing first, accompanied to the ring by the Cuban Missile Sofia Garcia, from La Paz Mexico…she stands 5’1” and weighs in tonight at 112 pounds… Pequeno Dinamita… Soshana Soto! And her partner…from Monterrey, Mexico, standing 5’ 2” and weighing in tonight at 113 pounds... Soledad Sanchez! Together they are MUY CALIENTE!”
The arena thunders with an enthusiastic ovation, those assembled determined to help the Latina Strike Force defeat Portia’s mercenaries.
With the challengers in the spotlight, awaiting their opportunity to reach the top level, its current inhabitants are ready to join them per the infamous crashing chords of 'The World is Not Enough' from Garbage. The FAWNatics turn to the upper stage to curse the vile, villainous tag team champs and, just as much or more, their malicious, moneyed manager.
THE WORLD IS NOT ENOUGH:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=8C5NLfYdZaE
“I know how to hurt. I know how to heal. I know what to show and what to conceal.”
“I know when to talk. And I know when to touch. No one ever died from wanting too much…”
The crowd lets loose on the salacious sellouts and the Long Island legend that’s their leader.
A spotlight blinks into a long streak of light as Shirley Manson pronounces “The World Is Not Enough” and, at the end of the beam…a strawberry blonde patrician smirks surreptitiously, reveling in the loathing she feels radiating from the concealed hordes.
Fortune’s Favorite is flawless in her immaculate, white tennis togs, namely a form-fitting, Louis Vuitton tank top and short skirt with white socks and thousand-dollar tennies. In her right hand is Precious, her beloved polo mallet. Baby points it to stage right and appearing on cue are the golden-brown warriors of the Gold Standard.
PORTIA VANBUREN:
Strapped across their tawny midriffs is the gilded leather signifying their leader’s genius and their ability to work in concert to put all other pairing beneath them on the ladder of success.
ALEXIS SUGUITAN:
AMARA SINGH:
The Standard strides to either side of their leader, Alexis shining her belt while Amara slaps hers. They each unstrap and raise their prizes high to the echoing jeers of the FAWNatics. VanBuren points her beauties toward the ring and their next victims, Portia touting and shouting as Suguitan and Singh lead the way in stern silence.
Each titleholder glistens in golden two-piece battle gear, sturdy bikini tops complementing tight booty shorts that let the champs’ curves overflow the shimmering spandex. Black boots and pads complete each woman’s identical gear.
Reaching the ring, Portia stares at Muy Caliente, her predatory grin not as evident as she’s clearly not happy to see THREE members inside, her back-up matched by Garcia. Still, she gives each challenger a soft golf clap at having the honor of being fodder for the Gold Standard’s next defense.
Singh and Sugutian slip through the ropes and claim center stage, their challengers moving to the Caliente corner. VanBuren ‘chats’ amiably with the front rows, delighting in humiliating those ignorant enough to taunt her. Moving to the ring steps, the New Yorker ascends nimbly and slides between the top and middle cables. Joining her team, Baby places herself noticeably behind her shocktroops, patting each champion on a shoulder, letting the grapplers have the spotlight as the ring announcer makes their arrival official.
“And their opponents, accompanied to the ring by their manager, Portia VanBuren the Fourth. Hailing from Manilla, The Philippines at five feet eight inches tall and 134 pounds, the Penthouse Panther…ALEXIS SUGUITAN. And her partner, from Cawnpore, India at five feet six inches and 137 pounds, the Golden Empress…AMARA SINGH! Together they are the Gold Standard and the FAWN Tag Team Champions!”
Amara and Alexis again raise their belts before placing them gently over Baby’s shoulders while Portia draws a microphone to her lips.
“We’re so happy these insignificants can learn how far they have to go!”
The crowd boos Baby like she’s never left.
“And the fact they’re from South Jersey with all its flippin’ flippiness, it’s not going to match the power and prestige of my Standard. Buenos noches, senoritas!”
VanBuren drops the mic and escorts the championship hardware to the outside. The champs huddle in the corner for a moment. Alexis emerges as the starter after having proved the more dominant in the champions’ recent defenses. A simmering Amara slides to the outside while both Soshana and Sofia do likewise in the opposite corner, Garcia joining VanBuren on the arena floor as a supporter.
Alexis moves to the middle before the bell and, when it tolls, she sprints into enemy territory, hands laced above her head, looking to land a double axhandle to the crown of Soledad’s skull. The lucha tumbles out of the way, somersaulting forward and popping to her feet, the comparatively grizzled veteran of Caliente showing she still has the speed to befuddle an ornery destroyer-class vessel like the Penthouse Panther.
Having NAILED the top buckle instead of her target, a sheepish Suguitan spins out of the corner, shaking her head in disgust.
“I heard they grew cowards down in Monterrey,” she snarls, “and I guess you’re Exhibit A.”
Fiery temper stoked the no longer cloaked La Hurrican charges into a collar and elbow tie-up with the significantly bigger woman. Alexis pivots and heaves Soledad into the buckles, Sanchez flying into a back-battering collision. She arches and winces from the impact but when Soto moves her hand to tap her partner’s shoulder, she pooh-poohs. Lil So-So pulls her hand away just as Alexis shoots a big, long golden-brown right leg toward the pit of Soledad’s stomach.
The Mexican snatches the limb at the ankle before the boot sole can hit home. She tosses the limb of the Filipino Phenom through the nearby ropes, so the champ is straddling the middle rope and, with Alexis somewhat stuck, she plants a boot into the muscular hamstring of Suguitan’s left leg. Soledad seems to enjoy the meaty THWACK as she repeats the process a half-dozen more times in quick succession before tapping the outstretched hand of Soshana.
As Soto enters on one side of the corner, Alexis pulls her leg back in only to have Sanchez lift the sights of her kicks to the meaty side midriff just over Suguitan’s left hip. She pounds the defensive destroyer into the corner, surrounded by Muy Caliente. Both Soledad and So-So grab a wrist, while Portia complains bitterly from the outside, demanding Castle put an end to the double-team.
Instead, working quickly, the challengers draw a stubborn Alexis halfway down the ring and fling her to the opposite cables with a double Irish Whip. They follow their foe to the middle where they wait for the power-packed Phenom’s return and LAUNCH Alexis high into the air with a double barreled Japanese armdrag, sending Suguitan flipping to a harsh landing on her spine. The grimacing Alexis is quickly up to a seated position but just as quickly pays the price.
Racing by her foe, Soto hits the ropes and u-turns into a spring toward Alexis where Soledad is barreling down the tracks from the opposite direction. They meet in stereo dropkicks, Soshana NAILING Alexis in the face while Sanchez THUMPS her boots into the back of the Filipino’s skull simultaneously. The crowd groans in reflexive sympathy from the dual connection then cheers the challengers’ skills. But would said skills pay the bills? Lil So-So would have to find out on her own as Nick outs an end to the two-on-one action, hooking an elbow with La Hurrican and guiding her back to port.
It hardly seems to matter when a wobbly Alexis struggles to her feet as Soto blasts past her shoulder again. Pequeno Dinamita leaps into the middle ropes while momentarily grabbing the top. She springboards in reverse, glancing over her shoulder to gauge the distance to Suguitan. She does perfectly, wrapping a ¾ facelock around Alexis’ braincase and dropping to her backside, STUNNING the Penthouse Panther with an eye-catching aerial stunner. Alexis flops absently to her back and the lucha from LaPaz dives atop her foe in a crossbody, hooking a long powerful leg for the…
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Alexis heaves the tiny Soto straight to her feet. Instantly, Soshana is on her horse. As Suguitan struggles to her feet, a rebounding So-So flies over the back of the bent champ, trying to pull Alexis down with a Sunset Flip. Unfortunately, Alexis is anchored, barely budged by the Mexican. She drops to her knees, pinning Soshana in a gift-wrapped package, the champ’s shins dropping across Lil So-So’s biceps, Alexis’ arms hooking behind the challenger’s knees with Soto’s shoulders pinned for…
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Soshana bucks the bigger woman off and scrambles to her feet, but Alexis already there and spins into a forearm shiver that decks the Mexican Firestorm. Soshana casts a glassy glance up at the hovering Alexis and cries out when Suguitan grabs her by the ears and RIPS the purple-and-gold clad grappler to her feet and beyond. The apartment-house alumni lifting her high above, her hands having slipped under the squirming Soto’s arms on the way up.
Showing the strength that had made her a threat and the savagery that had made her a champ, the Phenom heaves Soshana, Soto CRASHING to earth on her back from the raised position. Her back curls from the pain of the impact as she pushes to a seat.
The surly Suguitan strides to the Gold Standard corner where she slaps hands with the eager Amara. Like the luchadoras, the exotic Asians in glimmering gold return to put the Soshana at a serious handicap. They tug a squirming Soto to her feet. Singh dips her head between Lil So-So’s abbreviated stems and lifts her easily into an electric chair while Alexis turns and heads for the rubber-coated steel of the cable. Bounding away from the strands, she leaps on the approach and clothesline Soshana off Amara’s shoulders, Soto backflipping into a sky-high somersault and landing on her chest to a worried ‘ooooh’ from the FAWNatics.
Alexis turns and gives a stereo middle-finger salute to Soshana’s Caliente compatriots then heads for the exit, leaving Singh to pull the ragdolled lucha to rubbery legs.
Often best as a bully, the Empress in glistening gold is in her environment, dipping an arm between the quaking stems of Soto’ hupping’ her onto a shoulder and lurching forward to PLANT Soshana to the deck with a powerslam. Ending on all fours next to the splayed and demolished 61 inches of Little Dynamite, the pouty-lipped Indian beauty presses domineering palms into Soto, one pressed into the Mexican’s gulping tummy, the other into her heaving chest for the…
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Soshana twists a shoulder off the deck, saving Muy Caliente from a growing list of victims for VanBuren’s calamitous crew. From the outside, Sofia cheers her fellow Latina on, but Singh grabs a handful of dark locks to control any effort to make it to the safety of Soledad, Sanchez something of a mother hen for Garcia and Soto even though she remains in her 20s.
In the opposite corner, Portia is silent. She knows what she’s got in the two brutal and efficient golden-brown warriors she has. Sometimes slow starters, the Gold Standard seized early-ish control tonight and Amara means to keep, lifting to the diminutive Dynamite off the deck like a babe in her arms then dropping to one knee, trying to break Soshana’s spine over the plank of her raised right leg. With the mewling Lil So-So- bowed over her lower limb, the cruel Singh pushes down on either side, a forearm under Soto’s chin on one side just above her knees on the other.
“Show these people,” Amara shouts. “Show these people how frail and delicate a little china doll you are.”
Soto pushes off her boot soles with as much power as she can muster, flipping out of her predicament and landing on her feet in front of a rising and startled Singh. But as quickly as the Firestorm’s flame flickers, it’s doused with a frightening clothesline that sends the Lil So-So through a violent 270-degree spin cycle, CRASHING to the deck on her face and chest, appearing as though she’d come close to being decapitated by the much sharper Amara.
Some had dared say Singh had lost a step since her return, but an unconcerned Baby sloughed off the criticisms as ill-informed Jersey claptrap and the Indian Sapphire is glimmering in this defense.
Singh sinks her claws into either trapezius and clamps tight, drawing a beleaguered Soto back to squishy vertical from behind. The Empress pivots and tosses Soshana into a neutral corner, the youngster’s spinal column again put to the test. Amara races in behind and leaps into full, fleshy hip check that draws a guttural groan out of the crushed lucha. Soto’s legs give out and she plops to her cheeks, abbreviated legs extended.
A beaming Amara looks toward her corner and Portia motions for Singh to have a little fun with the runt of the Caliente litter. Singh turns her ample pear-shaped backside to So-So’s features and treats Soshan’s mug like a lamp rubbing the thin gold spandex covering her booty into the Mexican’s face, Soto sputtering and flailing as Amara’s Harem Shake stinkface gathers more fans, despite the humiliating circumstances.
Singh swaddles the helpless Soto’s quintessentially cure features under her swishing backside until she gets her fill, pulling it off and presenting a greasy-faced Little Dynamite looking nowhere near explosive.
Amara scoops her arms under those of the dazed Soto. The Indian grappler pulls Lil So-So to vertical and leans her into the buckles. She turns the head of the diminutive Dynamite with a forearm smash to Soto’s jaw. With Soshana rattled further, Singh launches the challenger to a seat on the top buckles then climbs to the middle ropes. Showing her athleticism, Amara pulls the smaller woman to a stance on the top buckle, joining her there and collecting Lil So-So in a front facelock. The crowd pleads for an escape but Soshana isn’t in condition and the gruesome end comes when the Empress sends the Mexican flying into the Orlando night with a superplex.
Soshana plants halfway across the ring and skids another several feet after the landing. She arches for a moment before the intensity of the impact leaves her in a stilled starfish, little body rocked to its core. Amara looks a bit sore herself, but pushes to her feet, focused on turning the wagging tongues of the media in her favor.
As a game Soto rolls to her chest and pushes to all fours, Amara straddles her foe’s spine, dipping into a crouch, then RAMS her backside into the base of the Latina’s vertebrae to flatten her. Seemingly ready to finish things with her infamous Camel Clutch, one no one in FAWN has survived, Alexis calls from the Gold Standard corner.
“Don’t be selfish,” she complains. “I shared with you.”
Amara scrunches her nose, unable to completely hide her displeasure. She grabs Soto’s head with both hands instead of cupping her chin, and THWUMPS her foe’s forehead into the thinly-sheathed plywood, Soshana’s noggin bouncing in disturbing fashion.
With Lil So-So nearly out, Amara pulls what’s left of the Caliente runt cavewoman-style to the Standard corner, only then lifting and shoving Soto into the buckles, then exchanging her legal position with the Penthouse Panther. With little fun to be had in double-teaming Soto in her state, Singh decides to exit without forcing Soshana to survive a double team. Instead, Soto’s left with a woman who’s plenty destructive on her own.
Alexis enters and turns, stuffing her red stocking clad foot under Soto’s chin, not having to raise her leg far considering Soshana’s lack of verticality at 5’1”. She shoves the foot forward, bending the Mexican’s head back, Soto gagging as she’s choked out by the Filipino Phenom. Castle’s tardy count finally breaks the situation at ‘FOUR’.
Suguitan snatches her bite-sized challenger and batters her down the length of the ring to reach a neutral corner. Pivoting, she hiptosses Lil So-So for distance, perhaps breaking an Olympic record for heaving tiny, endearing Latinas. AGAIN Soshana hits home HARD.
To her credit, she uses the momentum of the throw to roll to her feet and stagger the rest of the way to the corner opposite Alexis. A grinning Suguitan raises her hands and puts Soshana in a picture frame made of the Panther’s thumbs and forefingers. Getting her target situated just so when Soto leans her back into the buckles, chest heaving as she draws deep breaths into her battered form, Alexis takes off, racing silently across the canvas sans boots. She leaps to SPLASH the little lucha but Lil So-So dives out of the way and Suguitan’s chest THUMPS into the top buckle.
Alexis is turned around by the heavy impact and she staggers drunkenly toward the middle. Finally gathering her balance and composure, she spins toward Soto, but the Mexican’s ready, sending the surging Alexis flying with an armdrag from her homeland. Flustered, Alexis pops to her feet and charges, only to meet the same fate. Still, she finds the energy to reach vertical almost instantly and come back for more. More is what she gets when Soshana NAILS her in the chin with a precise dropkick leaving Alexis flattened, massaging her jaw but otherwise unmoving.
As a crawling Soto gains ground toward the brewing La Hurrican, Portia demands Alexis get to the Standard corner and trade places with the Empress. VanBuren’s words go unheeded long enough for Soto to dive to the tag, an animated Soledad using the top cable to bound into the ring and race toward the finally rising Suguitan. The Panther turns to her corner, but a leaping Sanchez latches on from behind, wrapping her arms around the golden-brown throat of the Filipino, her legs folding in a tuck into Suguitan’s shoulderblades. Dropping to the canvas, she blows the champ up with a ring-rattling backstabber that leaves Alexis out to lunch.
Soledad shoves the gobsmacked Phenom to her back, the smaller woman climbing aboard in a lateral press for the…
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Alexis shoves a shoulder up, though it’s hardly the most emphatic escape and the unmasked La Hurrican takes it as an opportunity to lay some more wood, Monterrey style.
Soledad shoves Alexis to her chest and grabs her left arm, bending the limb behind Suguitan in a hammerlock. Rising off the champion, Sanchez flips forward landing in a limber bridge with the arm still in tow, increasing the pressure on the arm exponentially.
From her bridge, Soledad demands Castle ask Alexis if she wants to surrender her and Amara’s belts to Muy Caliente. Suguitan responds with a grunt in the negative and Soledad pulls the wing toward her further, drawing a howl from the destroyer-class grappler, but sadly for the lucha, no capitulation. She releases the arm and rolls to her knees at the Phenom’s head, giving Alexis’ noggin a less than playful slap.
She pulls the bigger woman to her feet with a grip on Suguitan’s wrist and shoulder then aims the Filipino at the far buckles. She whips Alexis on her way, the title holder racing and turning into the corner, hitting the buckles hard. Her body rocked, she leans into them, throwing an arm over the ropes on either side. Sanchez responds instantly, sprinting after. She leaps from a few feet out and delivers her Storm Surge, an enziguri clipping Alexis in the cranium.
Storm Surge (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XyxIKBCMWk4)
Suguitan staggers out of the corner, making a left turn toward Portia’s beckoning, needing a replacement to halt the raging storm of La Hurrican. Soledad isn’t interested in any switch however and she throws a vicious clip into the pit of Suguitan’s left knee, forcing the Panther to genuflect a few feet from her goal. Racing just out of the reach of a stretching Amara, Sanchez swings around in front of Alexis. A stubborn Sugutian rises in time to foil whatever original plan the Mexican might have had, but the lucha switches gears into a devastating Hurricane Kick, flooring the bigger woman.
Hurricane Kick ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=AMvcR6G9F7k&spfreload=10 )
Alexis is felled like golden-brown timber and Sanchez dives atop her foe in a crossbody for the…
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Suguitan kicks out of the pinning predicament and Soledad kips to her feet, the formerly hated rival of Lily Burlingame’s Crimson Comet showing her less than savory side when Alexis reaches out toward Singh and Soledad STOMPS her hand. Alexis pulls the arm back in, cradling it close and cursing less than under her breath.
Soledad snatches a handful of ebony locks and turns Alexis on hands and knees away from salvation. The embarrassment adds necessary fuel to Suguitan. She rises,slipping an arm between Soledad’s gams as she does, scooping Sanchez into body slam position, the Mexican lifted as if a feather. But Soledad slips out the back door, landing behind Alexis. Before Suguitan can spin to face her, she shoves the Phenom forward. There’s only a step or two between Amara and her partner and no time to avoid a head-on collision, the teammates clanging coconuts, Singh dropping off the apron, holding her skull, while Alexis stumbles out of the corner in a daze.
Soledad races at her foe and Alexis shows enough awareness to pivot and pick up Sanchez for a side slam. But in Alexis’ state, the acrobatic Soledad gets away from her. La Hurrican orbits the Penthouse Panther in a sublime display that ends in a Monterrey Meltdown.
Monterrey Meltdown ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=-Us9mntiAHc )
The stunning, tilt-a-whirl stunner PLANTS Alexis’ face into the canvas and she absently flops to her back, out cold. Soledad covers the demolished Suguitan in a lateral press for the…
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THREEE!
Only then does Soledad understand Nick Castle’s not counting. She rises to hands and knees, confused and pleading. The official explains the Standard’s ‘meeting of the minds’ is a legal tag and Alexis isn’t the legal combatant.
A distraught Sanchez, on her haunches, runs fingers through her shoulder-length locks in disbelief, having returned from champion to challenger. Discarding and disregarding Alexis, Soledad heads for the outside and collects a rising Singh. VanBuren hovers nearby but a scalding glance at Portia backs her off, the patrician retreating with hands raised plaintively. Soledad shoves the wobbly Empress in under the ropes and follows.
She plucks Amara off the canvas as she rises, while the Panther manages to roll out and drop to the floor. Singh breaks free and staggers to the far side of the ring and, when Amara turns toward her, Sanchez races at the Subcontinental Siren. Soledad leaps, legs leading the way. She clamps the slender sinewy stems around the head of her foe in order to send Singh flying with a hurricarana, but the Empress has other ideas.
Soledad ends draped down Amara’s chest after her futile effort, heels over head when the rana fails to materialize. Singh thrusts the smaller woman up her frame until a wide-eyed Soledad is seated on the champ’s shoulders, Amara’s arms wrapping around La Hurrican’s thighs.
And DOWN they come. Singh sits out into a PowerBollyBomb that shakes the ring and BLASTS Soledad from a Category Four to soft drizzle.
Sanchez is laid out between the seated Amara’s legs, arms in a wide ‘V’ above her planted shoulders for the…
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THRNOOO!
Soledad emerges from her coma in time to save the challengers’ hopes, slopping to her side between the golden-brown stems of the Empress.
The spiteful Amara raises her right leg and SLAMS the heel into the Sanchez’s forehead when the Mexican tries to rise. Singh back somersaults to her feet and stalks Soledad as the lucha takes a second shot at reaching vertical. The Empress closes in from behind and when La Hurrican reaches her feet, the Indian beauty brings her right arm across the challenger’s throat in a backhand sweep. She forces Soledad into a ragged arch, capturing Sanchez in a dragon sleeper hold, threatening to put Muy Caliente’s chance to become tag champions to rest.
Soledad’s arms reach outward, flailing, as her lids flutter, her senses dulled from the constriction of her carotid. On the outside, Portia glances at her jeweled Cartier watch. Apparently, it was winning time and, as Soledad’s fidgeting slows, it looks like the end is near. Amara raises her right leg across her foe’s throat, the lower limb joining her arm and she sends herself and Sanchez to the mat, a guillotine-like leg drop quickening the end for La Hurrican. Singh leaves the tawny stem draped over the flaccid Soledad for the pin and the win at…
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THRNOOO!
Deciding bending the rules is worth staying in the match, a charging Soto scrapes Amara off her partner with a low dropkick, breaking Castle’s count if also drawing his ire.
Singh rolls to her feet more pissed than hurt and charges Soshana, but the challenger ducks under her foe’s clothesline attempt and keeps racing to an entering Alexis. Pequena Dinamita blows up the Phenom, planting a dropkick into the Panther’s chest and sending her backflipping over the ropes, crashing into Portia, leaving both women in a pile on the arena floor.
Lil So-So kips to her feet, staring down at the wreckage when Amara grabs her from behind, spins her, and lays into her chest with a blazing chop that nearly sends Soto over as well. Another might well have, and Singh has one loaded, but she’s grabbed from behind by a risen Sanchez.
She turns the Empress to face her and drives a side kick into the golden-brown tummy of the champ. Soto follows suit with another and Muy Caliente works in unison, pounding kicks into Singh in turn. Finally, they flatten Amara with a double enziguri kick to the noggin that sends Amara flipping to an impact on her backbone.
Kickin’ Cousins ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=GsgbuHYiL_8 )
Soshana heads for the exit but she’s joined by Sanchez, while a delighted Sofia cheers on both of her hermanas. Soledad waits for Soto to get through the ropes and tags the shoulder of her partner Nick acknowledging the tag. But both go back to work. They take a quick glance at VanBuren and Suguitan as the Standard extricate themselves from each other then head back to a rising Singh.
The crowd is at a fever pitch as they feel the change in titles coming and Muy Caliente seems to share their mindset. The time has come to prove Latinas do it best.
Soledad slips an arm between a wobbling Amara’s lower limbs from behind and, with all her might, ‘hups’ Singh into a Torture Rack. The Mexican’s slender legs quake but hold as her arms wrap around Singh’s frame, stretching the vertebrae of the mewling Empress. Facing her partner but a step to her left, Lil So-So stands at the ready and a nod between the Caliente cohort puts things in motion, Soledad flipping Amara off her shoulders to the left. As the champ falls Soto leaps with a knee high, connecting FEROCOUSLY with a tandem Flashbang, the Go 2 Sleep signature favored by Little Dynamite.
The bony cap CRASHES between the eyes of the Subcontinental Siren. Amara goes board straight from the impact, her dark eyes glassy. From there, a soft gust of breath sends her timbering to the deck, landing in a starfish, ready for the transfer of power.
As Soledad scurries for the Caliente corner and Sofia and the FAWNatics shout with glee, Soshana dives atop the splayed Amara in a tight crossbody, no doubt counting in her mind Castle’s slaps that would make her and her friends champions with the…
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THRNOOO!
Alexis, reaching in under the bottom rope, snatches an ankle of her partner and pulls the demolished Singh to the outside. She catches the semiconscious Amara in her arms, supporting her as they huddle with their disheveled manager.
Distraught at having the victory stolen and ready for revenge, Soshana heads for the opposite cables and sprints back at the Gold Standard cluster. She vaults between the top and middle cable at warp speed and sends the conference attendees scattering. VanBuren and Suguitan THUMP against the steel barricade behind them, Alexis back-first. Portia tumbles over chest first, landing in a couple laps in the front row.
Amara, looking much the worse for wear, is at Soshana’s feet. She scrapes the Empress off the arena floor and stuffs her back in the ring. Limping noticeably from her landing, Soto slides in behind and decides discretion is the better part of valor. With a hitch in her giddy-up, she tags in La Hurrican to bring the final wave of tonight’s storm.
With Amara splayed in the center of the ring, Sanchez trots to her foe’s location and leaps above the title holder, flipping through a Shooting Star Press that lands flush across the abs of the flagging Standardbearer. Soledad remains draped across Singh in crossbody pin for the…
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THREENOOO!
Amara creeps a shoulder a few inches off the canvas, saving the champs without the assistance of Alexis and Portia, the rest of VanBuren’s conglomerate finally making it back into place on the outside.
Sanchez gives Castle a snarling glance and drags a thumb across her throat, the FAWNatics reacting in positive fashion to the upcoming end of the Standard. She yanks the rubbery Singh to her feet and walks Amara to a neutral corner. With every ounce of energy and strength left, Soledad lifts the Empress to a throne on the top buckle then climbs to the middle ropes. Gathering her reserves and using Amara for balance, she ascends to the top rope to the Indian’s right, ready to end things with her Hurrican del Inferno finish, sending the Empress to her doom and her vile friends to the back of the tag line.
Hurrican del Inferno ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=1P2Mc7fub9M ) 00:36
But before Soledad can backflip to the perfect ending, a gassed Singh shakes Soledad off her precarious perch, Sanchez losing her stance, unfortunately with one leg either side of the top cable. Soledad is crotched on the rubber-coated steel, her large expressive eyes bulging, hands buried between her thighs, trying to extricate herself.
Singh’s interested in assisting. She drops to the canvas, nearly collapsing, and clubs Soledad out of her unpleasant perch, La Hurrican tumbling to the floor far below in a cartwheel, landing on her skull in disturbing fashion, the crowd groaning with worry at the sight of the impact.
Like a vulture, Portia is there to ‘help’ a barely conscious Sanchez up, but instead of tossing her back into the ring, she pirouettes into a whip to a waiting Alexis who NAILS Soledad with her Slut Stomp, a bootless version of a Big Boot, the Filipino Phenom nearly removing Soledad’s head from her neck. The sneering Alexis finishes with her signature stocking-clad foot smother while Castle demands Sanchez be freed to enter.
Muy Caliente isn’t waiting, Sofia and Soshana rushing around the ring as cavalry. Alexis starts to back off as they approach but then surges forward unexpectedly and teaches Garcia not to stick her nose in. Sofia is planted with a Slut Stomp of her own and only a shoving Soto keeps Garcia from receiving the smother treatment.
As the gathering outside devolves into a four-way free-for-all, Soledad reflexively crawls back into the squared circle where a surly Empress awaits. Before La Hurrican can rise, Singh stomps away at her foe’s lower spine, keeping her chest and face flat to the canvas with the brutal foreplay.
With Soledad barely aware of her surroundings save the agony from her spine, Amara snatches her foe’s left leg at the ankle, raising it. The Empress momentarily scissors the limb as she drops to her knees then moves to a straddle of the challenger’s lower back before collecting the opposite leg. The crowd pleads for the remainder of Muy Caliente to come to the rescue, but they’re otherwise engaged.
Amara tucks the captured stems into her armpits and cups her laced fingers under Soledad’s chin, pulling back cruelly on her Bollyknot.
Bollyknot ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=_hJ1iW-D8Aw&list=PL48AGjs8xVYOwkNCwnSiloVUQnx15FPqF )
In a show of power and dominance, the Indian rises to a crouch, elevating the imprisoned Soledad, torturing La Hurrican’s legs and breaking her back simultaneously with her supersized version of the Camel Clutch.
Soledad weakly claws at Amara’s arms for a few seconds then enthusiastically taps Singh’s arms, non-verbally pleading for release. But Singh refuses, rocking forward and back to increase the pressure, threatening to dislocate vertebrae in the hopes of teaching an indelible lesson.
Castle calls for the bell and demands the Standardbearer release, but Amara refuses and with the rest of Caliente figuratively tied up with Alexis and Portia, Amara has her way for a dozen seconds before Castle finally starts a count to rescind the victory. At ‘FOUR’, Amara releases and lets a maimed Soledad plop to the canvas, on her chest, reaaching feebly for her spine, sobbing she can’t feel her legs.
Castle calls for the paramedics as the ring announcer completes his unpleasant task.
“Your winners by submission and STILL Tag Team champions…Amara Singh and Alexis Suguitan…the Gold Standard!”
The combatants on the outside separate, all bruised from the melee. And while Sofia and Soshana check on their partner with the medical crew, Amara rolls out under the ropes to join the rest of the Standard where an attendant has the belts snatched away by Portia. She moves her team to the hard cam side of the ring and presents her champions, offering Alexis and Amara their hard-won prizes. Baby raises the inner arms of each while the outer arms lift the belts high.
Inside, some screaming EMTs call for a board, the wheeled stretcher not sufficient tonight for what appears a badly injured Sanchez. Lil So-So and Sofia assure the watery-eyed Soledad everything’s going to be OK as she’s slowly moved out of the ring and is escorted up the ramp.
An unaffected Gold Standard celebrates in the uncomfortable silence, clearly unconcerned about Soledad’s fate and perhaps the fate of Muy Caliente with their veteran presence likely eliminated by Amara’s brutality.