Post by hawkeye on Nov 9, 2020 2:56:55 GMT
Ethereal chimes bring the FAWNatics’ to the edge of their seats, the following strings transporting everyone in the arena to a faraway place and time.
Giselle’s Theme ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=oEBNIzOIbVs ) by Lindsey Stirling
They rise to their feet as one, providing a standing ovation to welcome a new arrival from a storybook realm.
PRINCESS GISELLE
The Disney-adjacent royalty seems to float to center stage, the crowd gazing in wonderment at a woman torn out of a fairy tale. The dark-haired beauty wears what can only be called FAWNticized Sleeping Beauty gear.
( www.amiclubwear.com/costume-storybook-jj1-4615sultrysnow.html ) red boots instead of pumps
She strides to the ring bouncing between each side of the aisle, making certain to touch each fan wanting to be a part of her enchanted presence, beaming smile melting the hearts of all those around her. Reaching the ring, she takes a lap, spreading the love to all wishing to enter FAWN’s fairy tale.
Giselle scampers up the ring steps and slides into the ring. She gazes upward, those in the crowd following her dark eyes to the two tools situated above the ring. Hooked twelve feet in the sky are Giselle’s magic wand and the infamous ‘branding iron’ of Bareback Beth.
The ink-injecting version of an iron Jenkins uses to place a roster member among her ‘herd’ hangs next to the silver baton the Theme Park Monarch uses to blast glitter and metallic silver confetti into delighted masses.
The radiant Princess points at her wand, nodding to the assembled, letting the crowd know which will be pulled from the heights. As Giselle’s music fades, the ring announcer realizes his opportunity to explain.
“Tonight’s next contest is a ‘Jack and the Beanstalk’ match. But instead of a golden goose, each grappler will attempt to collect her instrument of choice from the clouds. The victor can continue to bring her implement to FAWN rings. The vanquished will NEVER be able to touch hers again.”
Giselle appears more than a little concerned she’ll lose access to an extension of her being. The crowd, sensing her distress, begins a “PRIN-CESS” chant until the announcer continues.
“Introducing our first competitor, standing five feet and weighing 115 pounds, hailing from the Magic Kingdom, the stunning Belle of the Brawl…PRINCESS GISELLE!”
The otherworldly rookie waves to the throng, steadied into the belief she’s ready to end the night with the wand in her hand. She moves to her corner, awaiting the roughneck from the Arizona badlands.
With tonight’s cattle within the fences of the range she rules, the redheaded rancher waits on the balls of her feet for the opportunity to humiliate the corporate-created Aurora stand-in.
The back of each FAWNatic straightens when “Wildflower” by JaneDear Girls reverberates through the bowl, the crowd understanding the freckled fighter is a real threat to place her ‘BJ’ brand on the ivory thigh of their sweetheart.
( www.youtube.com/watch?v=NC0IhlquYlI )
Bareback emerges in full Western regalia, her greeting less than welcoming.
BETH JENKINS
Jenkins is clad in the flag of the Grand Canyon State patterned on her vest—small enough to leave a sliver of midsection bare—blue spandex, boy-cut trunks and tan leather chaps below. Her feet are adorned in a pair of battered old cowboy boots, spurs clicking against the floor as she saunters down the aisle. A coiled lasso is attached to her hip and sitting atop her head is a black cowboy hat with a curved brim.
Having been bested by Macy Renquist in her attempt to recover the lightweight title at Red, White and Bruised, the champ helped along by another woman she’d branded Domi Daly, Beth is ready to make amends against the corporate shill.
Jenkins ignores the jeers and catcalls from the crowd, the Pale Rider striding to the squared circle without hesitation. The redhead looks as though she’s headed down Main Street of old Tombstone at high noon, keeping out of the reach of those extending for a handshake or high-five, the rabble not worthy of her time.
On the way, the ring announcer takes his chance as Beth’s music fades.
“And her opponent…hailing from Tombstone, Arizona, standing 5 feet 6 inches tall and weighing in at 120 pounds…BAREBACK BETH JENKINS!”
As the Arizonan reaches the ring, she continues past the steps to the announcer’s table.
Beth turns in her spurs, lasso and ten-gallon for a microphone. Jenkins raises the stick to her rosy lips as she walks back to the steps, strides up, and slips through the ropes, glancing up at her ‘branding iron’ then at Giselle.
“I’m going to rip you out of your little fantasy world,” Beth informs coldly.
“Say goodbye to that pathetic party favor and hello to the BJ brand. There’s always room for another crowd-pleasing cow in my herd.”
The mob boos lustily as Bareback hands the microphone to Nick Castle, who in turn places it in the palm of a FAWN attendant.
He calls for the bell and instantly the ginger cowgirl circles toward Giselle, the Princess joining her in closing orbits until they come together in a collar-and-elbow tie-up.
Beth pivots after a brief struggle for leverage, taking control as she tugs Giselle’s noggin into a side headlock. Jenkins grinds the Princess’ cheek against her hip and is instantly ready to make short work of the Theme Park Monarch. She surges forward with Giselle in tow, leaping with legs extended to bulldog the brunette into the canvas.
But as Beth launches, the Princess gets her hands up on Jenkins’ hips and shoves her off, sending the freckled fighter on the flight alone, Beth landing HARD on her tailbone. A wincing Bareback’s hands shoot to her backside as she curses a blue streak.
Giselle seems a bit embarrassed by the blue language emerging from Beth’s lips, but it doesn’t stop her from getting on her steed and racing to the ropes in front of the former rodeo queen. The Princess rebounds off the cables and leaps into a low dropkick to the seated Beth, pounding her boot soles into the chest of Jenkins, flattening Bareback.
Giselle takes a look outside, perhaps contemplating a trip to the outside to look for a ladder, but Beth is quickly up to a seat and she rules against it.
The Belle of the Brawl moves close behind, thrusting a knee between Beth’s shoulderblades as she genuflects on the other while wrapping laced hands under Beth’s chin.
Out of instinct, Castle asks if Jenkins wants to give in and Bareback takes an angry swipe at his chin, Nick correctly taking the response as a ‘no’.
Pushing into her foe, Beth begins to rise, Giselle forced to join her from behind. Jenkins NAILS the Princess with a back elbow to the temple, freeing herself. She spins, bringing a clothesline with her the slender, sinewy brunette ducks under.
Both women turn to each other and it’s Giselle showing a quickness Beth can’t match on this occasion, the rookie leaping into an enziguri kick, THUMPING boot to temple and sending the cowgirl through a wobbly pirouette.
On Beth’s return, she’s gutted by a tenderizing toe kick that doubles Beth at the waist. Giselle tugs Jenkins’ lowered head between her thighs, but before she can wrap har arms around the midriff of her foe, Beth manages to lift upward. Giselle forward flips from the back body drop but lands nimbly on her feet and hustles toward the strands in front of her.
She rebounds toward a spinning Beth, leaping toward Bareback, turning as she does. Jenkins catches the ethereal brunette across the tummy and lifts her to do some damage. However, Giselle has something else in mind with the momentum provided her, grabbing Beth around her auburn-maned noggin and dropping to the canvas with a wheelbarrow version of the bulldog Beth had tried moments earlier.
Wheelbarrow bulldog ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=uWoVOJtppBc ) 2:58
With Beth groaning and struggling to push off her chest and face, the Princess moves to the ropes and slides though, dropping to the thinly padded cement. She lifts the apron and peeks for a conveyance to lift her heavenward. After a few seconds of rustling, she pulls the ladder out of the long, steel variety, seemingly perfectly suited to do the job.
The Belle of the Brawl lifts the business end and leans it on the mat then walks to the base, hauling it off the floor and walking toward the mat, pushing it as she goes. With the ladder halfway in, The Princess encounters a problem. A risen if unsteady Jenkins has the top and suddenly there’s a tug of war in the making. Beth pulls the steel toward her, trying to take the ladder from Giselle. The Theme Park Monarch replies in kind.
Just as it seems the brunette might win the war, Bareback changes the game, shoving the ladder forward, catching Giselle off guard. The bottom rung THUMPS into the alabaster breadbasket of the Princess and she’s sent staggering backward, doubled and gasping, leaning against the barricade behind her for support.
With Giselle no longer in any possession, the veteran tugs the ladder in freely and begins setting it up below her ‘branding iron’, the crowd jeering at the cowgirl’s clever use of the metal. The freckled fighter stands the ladder on end and separates the legs, quickly locking in the supports so it’ll remain upright when travelling toward her treasured tool.
The concern from the crowd is palpable and enters the ears of the Princess. She pushes off the divider between combatants and FAWNatics and slides in under the bottom cable, pushing to her feet simultaneous to Beth placing her first step on the bottom rung.
Not about to lose her wand if she has any say, Giselle decides to forgo pulling Bareback off her side of the ladder, instead hoping to beat the redhead to the top. Each woman scrambles up the metal rungs, both sets of eyes glued on their opponent. Hand over hand they ascend in unison, reaching the top together.
With Beth and Giselle standing on the penultimate step, they grab each other for balance with their left hands and batter away with their balled rights, the crowd cheering for each contact initiated by the Princess, booing Bareback’s following right cross. As the fifth from each connects, each grappler sways with the impact, leaning further back to respond, despite their teetering balance.
Beth BLASTS a forearm into the jaw of Giselle and the brunette slumps against the ladder, nearly out on her feet. Jenkins reaches for the ‘iron’ above her but her cherished ‘BJ’ ink gun is more above Giselle than herself, while the lunatic’s ‘wand’ is closer to her grasp.
Why did she choose this side to climb?
She lifts the chin of the Princess with a cupped palm, ready to deliver an uppercut that would send Giselle tumbling from the heavens and make the job an easy one.
Before she can, the Greater Good’s dark-haired, fairy tale fancy shows she’s got plenty of moxie, CRACKING a forearm into Beth’s cheek in a tardy answer. Jenkins is NEARLY sent into the Orlando airspace, but the redhead manages to grasp the top with her left set of digits before departing for the unfriendly skies.
Below, the crowd and Castle notice the newly added wrinkle to the All Hallows’ Evil challenge. Having raced down the aisle at a speed few can match, a ponytailed blur dives in under the bottom rope, somersaults forward and pops to her feet.
Dominique Daly is decked out in a gleaming gold leotard dusted with tiny stars of red, white and blue. Strategic rips reveal several swatches of Daly’s trim midriff, her chiseled tummy matching the perfectly-sculptured shoulders, arms and thighs. The look is complete with matching gold tape on her wrists and ankles, chalk powder on her palms and the soles of her bare feet.
DOMINIQUE DALY
Clearly ready for a battle of her own, Domi ignores the scolding head official and moves beside the ladder. A fading blue ‘BJ’ still noticeable on the lower rim of her right ass cheek, Daly places a palm on each upright and shoves. Only when it starts to tilt do the legal participants warily glance down, watching in horror as Domi grins up at them, or more precisely Bareback Beth.
“Remember me?” Dominique shouts at the cowgirl as she reaches the angle where the ladder can no longer sustain anything approaching verticality. Redhead and brunette ride the ladder down, Beth’s abdomen landing across the top rope before she tumbles over, crashing across the outside of the ring then falling to the floor below, ending in an auburn-haired puddle.
Giselle suffers the world’s highest hot shot, her throat CRASHING atop the cable. She gets her hands up to soften the impact but the force with which head snaps back, surely must mean a case of whiplash and a neck collar will become a fashion accessory for the Theme Park Monarch.
A helpful Daly makes sure the ladder is back to its normal standing then finds a stubborn Jenkins trying to rise from the ashes of her massive crash and burn.
The Mighty Mite screams at a choking, gasping Giselle, the Princess still trying to fully recover her senses.
“Get your ass up you Fairy Tale Fake and get your glitter stick. Consider this the luckiest day of your life.”
Dominique heads for the far ropes, rebounds and sprints at the full speed of a former near Olympic level gymnast. With a dazed Beth reaching her feet, Daly soars OVER the ropes, flying toward a bug-eyed Beth, CRASHING in a suicide dive across the chest of the freckled fighter and PLOWING her into the thinly-padded arena floor.
Above, leaning against the ropes Dominique has just cleared, Giselle looks in wonder as a mostly unharmed Daly pushes off her demolished landing pad.
Domi glances up at the Princess.
“UP!” she screams.
It seems to break Giselle out of a trance, the Belle of the Brawl wobbling to the ladder, this time making sure to take the side nearest her prize. As she carefully ascends, taking long moments to rest on each step, Daly climbs back in the ring and up the buckles nearest Bareback she goes.
A befuddled Castle can do little with the no disqualification rules in play. He can only watch as the self-proclaimed supreme athlete rises to a stance on the top, facing away from the splayed Beth. Daly raises her arms high and wide, drawing some rare cheers and leaps off in an unreal moonsault from the top ALL THE WAY TO THE FLOOR! Naturally, Domi STICKS THE DISMOUNT perfectly, her bare tootsies THUMPING into the open vulnerable tummy of Jenkins.
Sticking the Dismount ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=hjHznQji_JM )
Whatever breath and fight remaining is sent bursting from Beth’s lips as she folds like a jackknife before fading to unconsciousness.
Having watched the leap in amazement at the top of the ladder, Princess Giselle seems to suffer a pang of guilt at winning this way, but at the crowd’s insistent urging, she reaches high and clasps a hand around her treasured wand. It’s not an easy task to pull it free from its mooring but Giselle finally manages, simultaneously sending the ‘branding iron’ crashing to the canvas in the process.
Overjoyed, Giselle shoots her wand high into above, scattering glitter and confetti amongst the crowd. A further motivated Daly, having seen the ink gun fall, slips in and collects the newly banned weapon.
With the crowd celebrating with the Theme Park Monarch, Domi rolls back out and hovers over the comatose Beth.
“One for the road, hey Bareback?”
Domi presses the ink gun to Beth’s right thigh and marks the redhead with her beloved ‘BJ’. The deep, dark blue ‘brand’ in place, Daly raises the ‘iron’ high and breaks it over the top rim of the steel barricade before tossing it into the crowd. She turns to Beth as Giselle descends.
“That is the end of that…AND HOPEFULLY YOU!”
Giselle’s Theme ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=oEBNIzOIbVs ) by Lindsey Stirling
They rise to their feet as one, providing a standing ovation to welcome a new arrival from a storybook realm.
PRINCESS GISELLE
The Disney-adjacent royalty seems to float to center stage, the crowd gazing in wonderment at a woman torn out of a fairy tale. The dark-haired beauty wears what can only be called FAWNticized Sleeping Beauty gear.
( www.amiclubwear.com/costume-storybook-jj1-4615sultrysnow.html ) red boots instead of pumps
She strides to the ring bouncing between each side of the aisle, making certain to touch each fan wanting to be a part of her enchanted presence, beaming smile melting the hearts of all those around her. Reaching the ring, she takes a lap, spreading the love to all wishing to enter FAWN’s fairy tale.
Giselle scampers up the ring steps and slides into the ring. She gazes upward, those in the crowd following her dark eyes to the two tools situated above the ring. Hooked twelve feet in the sky are Giselle’s magic wand and the infamous ‘branding iron’ of Bareback Beth.
The ink-injecting version of an iron Jenkins uses to place a roster member among her ‘herd’ hangs next to the silver baton the Theme Park Monarch uses to blast glitter and metallic silver confetti into delighted masses.
The radiant Princess points at her wand, nodding to the assembled, letting the crowd know which will be pulled from the heights. As Giselle’s music fades, the ring announcer realizes his opportunity to explain.
“Tonight’s next contest is a ‘Jack and the Beanstalk’ match. But instead of a golden goose, each grappler will attempt to collect her instrument of choice from the clouds. The victor can continue to bring her implement to FAWN rings. The vanquished will NEVER be able to touch hers again.”
Giselle appears more than a little concerned she’ll lose access to an extension of her being. The crowd, sensing her distress, begins a “PRIN-CESS” chant until the announcer continues.
“Introducing our first competitor, standing five feet and weighing 115 pounds, hailing from the Magic Kingdom, the stunning Belle of the Brawl…PRINCESS GISELLE!”
The otherworldly rookie waves to the throng, steadied into the belief she’s ready to end the night with the wand in her hand. She moves to her corner, awaiting the roughneck from the Arizona badlands.
With tonight’s cattle within the fences of the range she rules, the redheaded rancher waits on the balls of her feet for the opportunity to humiliate the corporate-created Aurora stand-in.
The back of each FAWNatic straightens when “Wildflower” by JaneDear Girls reverberates through the bowl, the crowd understanding the freckled fighter is a real threat to place her ‘BJ’ brand on the ivory thigh of their sweetheart.
( www.youtube.com/watch?v=NC0IhlquYlI )
Bareback emerges in full Western regalia, her greeting less than welcoming.
BETH JENKINS
Jenkins is clad in the flag of the Grand Canyon State patterned on her vest—small enough to leave a sliver of midsection bare—blue spandex, boy-cut trunks and tan leather chaps below. Her feet are adorned in a pair of battered old cowboy boots, spurs clicking against the floor as she saunters down the aisle. A coiled lasso is attached to her hip and sitting atop her head is a black cowboy hat with a curved brim.
Having been bested by Macy Renquist in her attempt to recover the lightweight title at Red, White and Bruised, the champ helped along by another woman she’d branded Domi Daly, Beth is ready to make amends against the corporate shill.
Jenkins ignores the jeers and catcalls from the crowd, the Pale Rider striding to the squared circle without hesitation. The redhead looks as though she’s headed down Main Street of old Tombstone at high noon, keeping out of the reach of those extending for a handshake or high-five, the rabble not worthy of her time.
On the way, the ring announcer takes his chance as Beth’s music fades.
“And her opponent…hailing from Tombstone, Arizona, standing 5 feet 6 inches tall and weighing in at 120 pounds…BAREBACK BETH JENKINS!”
As the Arizonan reaches the ring, she continues past the steps to the announcer’s table.
Beth turns in her spurs, lasso and ten-gallon for a microphone. Jenkins raises the stick to her rosy lips as she walks back to the steps, strides up, and slips through the ropes, glancing up at her ‘branding iron’ then at Giselle.
“I’m going to rip you out of your little fantasy world,” Beth informs coldly.
“Say goodbye to that pathetic party favor and hello to the BJ brand. There’s always room for another crowd-pleasing cow in my herd.”
The mob boos lustily as Bareback hands the microphone to Nick Castle, who in turn places it in the palm of a FAWN attendant.
He calls for the bell and instantly the ginger cowgirl circles toward Giselle, the Princess joining her in closing orbits until they come together in a collar-and-elbow tie-up.
Beth pivots after a brief struggle for leverage, taking control as she tugs Giselle’s noggin into a side headlock. Jenkins grinds the Princess’ cheek against her hip and is instantly ready to make short work of the Theme Park Monarch. She surges forward with Giselle in tow, leaping with legs extended to bulldog the brunette into the canvas.
But as Beth launches, the Princess gets her hands up on Jenkins’ hips and shoves her off, sending the freckled fighter on the flight alone, Beth landing HARD on her tailbone. A wincing Bareback’s hands shoot to her backside as she curses a blue streak.
Giselle seems a bit embarrassed by the blue language emerging from Beth’s lips, but it doesn’t stop her from getting on her steed and racing to the ropes in front of the former rodeo queen. The Princess rebounds off the cables and leaps into a low dropkick to the seated Beth, pounding her boot soles into the chest of Jenkins, flattening Bareback.
Giselle takes a look outside, perhaps contemplating a trip to the outside to look for a ladder, but Beth is quickly up to a seat and she rules against it.
The Belle of the Brawl moves close behind, thrusting a knee between Beth’s shoulderblades as she genuflects on the other while wrapping laced hands under Beth’s chin.
Out of instinct, Castle asks if Jenkins wants to give in and Bareback takes an angry swipe at his chin, Nick correctly taking the response as a ‘no’.
Pushing into her foe, Beth begins to rise, Giselle forced to join her from behind. Jenkins NAILS the Princess with a back elbow to the temple, freeing herself. She spins, bringing a clothesline with her the slender, sinewy brunette ducks under.
Both women turn to each other and it’s Giselle showing a quickness Beth can’t match on this occasion, the rookie leaping into an enziguri kick, THUMPING boot to temple and sending the cowgirl through a wobbly pirouette.
On Beth’s return, she’s gutted by a tenderizing toe kick that doubles Beth at the waist. Giselle tugs Jenkins’ lowered head between her thighs, but before she can wrap har arms around the midriff of her foe, Beth manages to lift upward. Giselle forward flips from the back body drop but lands nimbly on her feet and hustles toward the strands in front of her.
She rebounds toward a spinning Beth, leaping toward Bareback, turning as she does. Jenkins catches the ethereal brunette across the tummy and lifts her to do some damage. However, Giselle has something else in mind with the momentum provided her, grabbing Beth around her auburn-maned noggin and dropping to the canvas with a wheelbarrow version of the bulldog Beth had tried moments earlier.
Wheelbarrow bulldog ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=uWoVOJtppBc ) 2:58
With Beth groaning and struggling to push off her chest and face, the Princess moves to the ropes and slides though, dropping to the thinly padded cement. She lifts the apron and peeks for a conveyance to lift her heavenward. After a few seconds of rustling, she pulls the ladder out of the long, steel variety, seemingly perfectly suited to do the job.
The Belle of the Brawl lifts the business end and leans it on the mat then walks to the base, hauling it off the floor and walking toward the mat, pushing it as she goes. With the ladder halfway in, The Princess encounters a problem. A risen if unsteady Jenkins has the top and suddenly there’s a tug of war in the making. Beth pulls the steel toward her, trying to take the ladder from Giselle. The Theme Park Monarch replies in kind.
Just as it seems the brunette might win the war, Bareback changes the game, shoving the ladder forward, catching Giselle off guard. The bottom rung THUMPS into the alabaster breadbasket of the Princess and she’s sent staggering backward, doubled and gasping, leaning against the barricade behind her for support.
With Giselle no longer in any possession, the veteran tugs the ladder in freely and begins setting it up below her ‘branding iron’, the crowd jeering at the cowgirl’s clever use of the metal. The freckled fighter stands the ladder on end and separates the legs, quickly locking in the supports so it’ll remain upright when travelling toward her treasured tool.
The concern from the crowd is palpable and enters the ears of the Princess. She pushes off the divider between combatants and FAWNatics and slides in under the bottom cable, pushing to her feet simultaneous to Beth placing her first step on the bottom rung.
Not about to lose her wand if she has any say, Giselle decides to forgo pulling Bareback off her side of the ladder, instead hoping to beat the redhead to the top. Each woman scrambles up the metal rungs, both sets of eyes glued on their opponent. Hand over hand they ascend in unison, reaching the top together.
With Beth and Giselle standing on the penultimate step, they grab each other for balance with their left hands and batter away with their balled rights, the crowd cheering for each contact initiated by the Princess, booing Bareback’s following right cross. As the fifth from each connects, each grappler sways with the impact, leaning further back to respond, despite their teetering balance.
Beth BLASTS a forearm into the jaw of Giselle and the brunette slumps against the ladder, nearly out on her feet. Jenkins reaches for the ‘iron’ above her but her cherished ‘BJ’ ink gun is more above Giselle than herself, while the lunatic’s ‘wand’ is closer to her grasp.
Why did she choose this side to climb?
She lifts the chin of the Princess with a cupped palm, ready to deliver an uppercut that would send Giselle tumbling from the heavens and make the job an easy one.
Before she can, the Greater Good’s dark-haired, fairy tale fancy shows she’s got plenty of moxie, CRACKING a forearm into Beth’s cheek in a tardy answer. Jenkins is NEARLY sent into the Orlando airspace, but the redhead manages to grasp the top with her left set of digits before departing for the unfriendly skies.
Below, the crowd and Castle notice the newly added wrinkle to the All Hallows’ Evil challenge. Having raced down the aisle at a speed few can match, a ponytailed blur dives in under the bottom rope, somersaults forward and pops to her feet.
Dominique Daly is decked out in a gleaming gold leotard dusted with tiny stars of red, white and blue. Strategic rips reveal several swatches of Daly’s trim midriff, her chiseled tummy matching the perfectly-sculptured shoulders, arms and thighs. The look is complete with matching gold tape on her wrists and ankles, chalk powder on her palms and the soles of her bare feet.
DOMINIQUE DALY
Clearly ready for a battle of her own, Domi ignores the scolding head official and moves beside the ladder. A fading blue ‘BJ’ still noticeable on the lower rim of her right ass cheek, Daly places a palm on each upright and shoves. Only when it starts to tilt do the legal participants warily glance down, watching in horror as Domi grins up at them, or more precisely Bareback Beth.
“Remember me?” Dominique shouts at the cowgirl as she reaches the angle where the ladder can no longer sustain anything approaching verticality. Redhead and brunette ride the ladder down, Beth’s abdomen landing across the top rope before she tumbles over, crashing across the outside of the ring then falling to the floor below, ending in an auburn-haired puddle.
Giselle suffers the world’s highest hot shot, her throat CRASHING atop the cable. She gets her hands up to soften the impact but the force with which head snaps back, surely must mean a case of whiplash and a neck collar will become a fashion accessory for the Theme Park Monarch.
A helpful Daly makes sure the ladder is back to its normal standing then finds a stubborn Jenkins trying to rise from the ashes of her massive crash and burn.
The Mighty Mite screams at a choking, gasping Giselle, the Princess still trying to fully recover her senses.
“Get your ass up you Fairy Tale Fake and get your glitter stick. Consider this the luckiest day of your life.”
Dominique heads for the far ropes, rebounds and sprints at the full speed of a former near Olympic level gymnast. With a dazed Beth reaching her feet, Daly soars OVER the ropes, flying toward a bug-eyed Beth, CRASHING in a suicide dive across the chest of the freckled fighter and PLOWING her into the thinly-padded arena floor.
Above, leaning against the ropes Dominique has just cleared, Giselle looks in wonder as a mostly unharmed Daly pushes off her demolished landing pad.
Domi glances up at the Princess.
“UP!” she screams.
It seems to break Giselle out of a trance, the Belle of the Brawl wobbling to the ladder, this time making sure to take the side nearest her prize. As she carefully ascends, taking long moments to rest on each step, Daly climbs back in the ring and up the buckles nearest Bareback she goes.
A befuddled Castle can do little with the no disqualification rules in play. He can only watch as the self-proclaimed supreme athlete rises to a stance on the top, facing away from the splayed Beth. Daly raises her arms high and wide, drawing some rare cheers and leaps off in an unreal moonsault from the top ALL THE WAY TO THE FLOOR! Naturally, Domi STICKS THE DISMOUNT perfectly, her bare tootsies THUMPING into the open vulnerable tummy of Jenkins.
Sticking the Dismount ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=hjHznQji_JM )
Whatever breath and fight remaining is sent bursting from Beth’s lips as she folds like a jackknife before fading to unconsciousness.
Having watched the leap in amazement at the top of the ladder, Princess Giselle seems to suffer a pang of guilt at winning this way, but at the crowd’s insistent urging, she reaches high and clasps a hand around her treasured wand. It’s not an easy task to pull it free from its mooring but Giselle finally manages, simultaneously sending the ‘branding iron’ crashing to the canvas in the process.
Overjoyed, Giselle shoots her wand high into above, scattering glitter and confetti amongst the crowd. A further motivated Daly, having seen the ink gun fall, slips in and collects the newly banned weapon.
With the crowd celebrating with the Theme Park Monarch, Domi rolls back out and hovers over the comatose Beth.
“One for the road, hey Bareback?”
Domi presses the ink gun to Beth’s right thigh and marks the redhead with her beloved ‘BJ’. The deep, dark blue ‘brand’ in place, Daly raises the ‘iron’ high and breaks it over the top rim of the steel barricade before tossing it into the crowd. She turns to Beth as Giselle descends.
“That is the end of that…AND HOPEFULLY YOU!”