Post by hawkeye on Jan 5, 2021 2:21:00 GMT
As the accompaniment for Muy Caliente filled the arena bowl, the sellout throng rose to its feet, each making the space in front of them their own personal dance floors, shifting their hips in time with the music.
MUY CALIENTE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ui0hDQLcWTg
As the party grew in force, dos Muy members pushed through the curtains and sambaed to center stage, chief among them the newest member, the bubble-blowing former bad girl, Gabby Mendoza. Noticeably in a tank-top and black denim was Lil So-So, Mexican Dynamite apparently not scheduled to blow up within the ring tonight.
With supportive signs scattered throughout the bowl, Soto and Garcia pointed and pumped fists at their fans but they hesitated in breaking toward the ramp and ring, each turning and barking at something or someone stage right.
GABBY MENDOZA:
SOSHANA SOTO:
Perhaps the sultry Sofia was fashionably late, the crowd ready for the final member of Muy to join her sisters, but instead, awkwardly “dancing” her way over to the Latinas was a slight, slender, pasty gringa with a shock of platinum atop her head.
If there could be a bigger figurative screech of a record, it’s hard to imagine. The crowd audibly groaned and gasped in combination. Yes. Kylie Sanders swung her hips over to the Caliente cuties, wrapping an arm around Gabby’s shoulders before a flustered Mendoza shrugged it off.
KYLIE SANDERS:
“I said I’m not for sale,” G-Money shouted. “I’m doing this for myself and my amigas.”
Soshana tried to work her way around Mendoza to see Sanders backstage, but Gabby seemingly indicates it’s not worth their time and effort. Mendoza motioned Soto toward the ring and off they went, the former roar of the crowd muted by the appearance of FAWN’s Most Hated.
The Babyfaced Bubblicious connoisseur trailed Lil’ So-So, Gabby in her Caliente gear, former iconic mini-skirt and bustier replaced by a purple and gold number, the two piece of crop top and booty shorts showing solidarity with her new crew ( www.etsy.com/no-en/listing/671209460/pro-wrestling-gear-womens-crop-top-and ). Black pads and gold boots completed the makeover.
For Kylie, it’s street attire, black Iowa Hawkeye t-shirt and hugging blue jeans with yellow-gold Chuck Taylors below. The former Chill caught up with tonight’s combatant and massaged Mendoza’s shoulders on the way down.
“You don’t have to play dumb to these people,” Ky whispered in Gabby’s ear. “They’ll turn on you eventually, no matter what you do. Take the money and tear her apart.”
Reaching the ring, the Babyfaced Killer rounded on Sanders, drilling dark lasers through Kylie’s hazel pools, mentally making clear ‘don’t you dare follow us in the ring’.
The Platinum Princess threw up her hands and backed off a few steps.
“Chill, Gabs. We’re all in this together. Right So-So?”
Soto offered a cheeky one-finger salute to the gringa and joined Mendoza on her trip up the steel steps, each sliding into the ring on either side of the near post. For her part, Kylie took a quick look behind her and scooted her little behind to the corner farthest from the ramp, the FAWNatics becoming wiser to what’s occurring. Though it’s not entirely clear if Caliente is in cahoots, they took no chances, booing Mendoza and Soto as they settled center stage, Gabby with a microphone in her hand.
As the Muy music faded, the Announcer took his opportunity to jump in.
“Our next contest is scheduled for one fall with a twenty minute time limit. First, hailing from Irving Texas, she stands at five feet five inches tall and weighs in tonight at one hundred and twenty-two pounds, she is G-Money, GABBY MENDOZA!“
As Kylie clapped enthusiastically, the assembled reflexively respond in the opposite direction, a smattering of applause mixing with disappointed jeers.
It’s not Mendoza’s first time being on the wrong end of an audience, but Soto seemed a little shook. Gabby chewed on a zappy orange wad as the anger subsided, blowing the requisite bubbles then popping them with a darting tongue. Mendoza moved the sugary goo to one cheek and brought the stick to her lips.
“Ladies and gentlemen, first let me assure you I have nothing to do with this barnyard buffoon.”
A seemingly relieved crowd cheered fervently, hoping it’s true.
“Our wishes are in sync tonight, but for very different reasons. Hers is fear of the Glittering Enigma. Mine is the simplest and strongest motivation of all, revenge for Sofia.”
The Babyfaced Killer turned her attention to the upper stage.
“So get your sparkly pink ass out here and I’ll chew on that for a while too.”
Gabby blew an enormous bubble and metaphorically popped it on cue.
The destruction of Mendoza’s bubble proved a silent, albeit timely herald for the speakers, which promptly kicked into the ominously catchy intro of I Don’t Know How But They Found Me’s ‘Choke’.
CHOKE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=mvJjmWTg7Qo
Stop, drop
And drag me into place
And lock the fire escapes
I'll break your pretty face
Yeah, Yeah
Oh, you clever little things
The sycophantic teens
What a precious basket case
Yeah, Yeah
At ringside, Soshana grimaced and Kylie took a nervous look around, the Pleasant Valley Pariah eager to not spend another match taped into a rolling office chair. As for the Announcer, he did his usual shtick. “And introducing her opponent, hailing from Peaksville Ohio, she stands at five feet five inches tall and weighs in at one hundred and twenty-five pounds. She is inscrutable, indecipherable and downright impossible! This is VIOLYT GOODHEART!”
VIOLYT GOODHEART:
This proclamation was greeted with panic from the lighting system and unease from the FAWNatics, the former achieving full strobe status and the latter not quite sure how to greet the giggling lunatic that’d apparently picked FAWN’s Most Hated as her newest special friend. Coherency was dealt yet another blow by the pair of cannons arranged on either side of the stage, both of which fired off massive clouds of red, green and silver glitter at the start of the chorus! From the center of this multicolored maelstrom emerged a surprisingly dainty figure wearing a bright pink Santa hat cocked at a jaunty angle. Sparing a look to the camera, Goodheart shook her head and lamented, “Dang, the hot sauce bar at this place is getting worse by the day.”
Couldn’t have bothered her too much though, as the Pink Stranger skipped down the right side of the aisle to clap hands (or pie-face) any fans brave enough to reach in her direction. At the foot of the ramp she crossed to the left and repeated the process going in the opposite direction. Once that was done she took off her cap, reached inside and removed a small bottle of hand sanitizer. “So many Cheeto fingers.” Violyt groaned as she scrubbed her hands during the second trip down the ramp. “Sooooooooo many! Gross! Gross! Gross!”
Regaining her composure by the time she reached the steel steps, Goodheart hurried to the apron and slipped through the ropes. Her gaze swept over Al Carpenter and both members of Muy Caliente, but didn’t settle on anyone until she found Kylie. “THERE you are!” she said brightly. “Why are you way over--”
Violyt trailed off when Gabby stepped directly into her path. “Can I….help you?”
Mendoza blew another large bubble, popped it mere inches from the blonde’s nose. “She’s not your problem. I am.”
“Well that’s a terrible thing to say about yourself, Gibby Gabs!” the Glittering Enigma said with a smile. “Trust me when I say, you’re not a problem. Not. At. All.”
Both wrestlers took a step forward but refrained from any further hostilities when Carpenter put an arm between them. “Ease off, ladies. The bell will sound soon enough. To your corners, please.”
“Sure thing, Al!” Goodheart took off her cap and set it on the zebra’s head. “Just keep this safe or I’ll feed you to the reindeer!” With that she turned around and skipped to her corner, leaving Mendoza to stare holes into her back before she too headed back to the buckles.
Eyes flicking from her opponent to the mismatched pair flanking two sides of the squared circle, Violyt held her tongue until after the bell CLANGED.
“Now this… is surprising.” she said in regards to one Gabby Mendoza. “Considering the flustercluck that was Cold November Pain, I wouldn’t have expected Kylie to throw more money at the Lost Daughters. Maybe Amara, she’s plenty mean-spirited, so Alexis, assuming she’s not dead. Heck, maybe even Adelaide Brewster, she’s suitably bloodthirsty, after all. But to go with the bubbliest member of Muy Mild? That’s… that’s a bold strategy, Cotton.”
“Get her out of the corner, Carpenter!” Kylie snapped from her place on the outside. “Match is live, don’t let her waste any more time!” FAWN’s Most Hated turned her attention to Mendoza with an imperious little clap. “And you, get after her! That’s what I’m paying you for!”
“For the last time, we’re not gonna take your stupid money.” Mendoza grumbled. “This isn’t about protecting your narrow ass, this is about avenging what this weirdo did to Sofia at ‘Mania.” Gabby waited a beat, then added, “And for starting that rumor that my favorite hot sauce is ketchup.”
“That is a VILE piece of slander, and I won’t tolerate it.” Goodheart stomped from her corner to the center of the ring like a woman on a mission. “I would NEVER besmirch the good name of ketchup, or catsup, by mentioning your name in the same sentence. After all I assume it’s far too spicy a concoction for your dainty, delicate taste--”
The Baby-Faced Killer flew out of her corner and took to the skies with a gorgeous Spinning Heel Kick that could’ve inverted the blonde’s chin if Goodheart didn’t throw herself backward in a Matrix-style bridge at the last possible second.
Standing up and twisting around in a single sinuous motion, Violyt offered Gabby an off-kilter smile as the brunette came up on one knee near the far corner. “Did you remember Rose’s number long enough to ask about what I did to her, Gibby-Gabs? Or did you just watch the tape on mute so you wouldn’t have to listen to her screaming?”
Gabby got to her feet and made for the blonde only find herself drawn into a spiral as Goodheart kept juuuuuuust out of reach. “You think I care about what happened to her?” Mendoza asked. “That brat deserves every bad thing that comes her way.”
“Oh?” Violyt replied. “Interesting. Do sweet Sofia and saucy Soshana know you harbor such ill will toward your old partner? I wonder what you’ll do to them when this marriage of convenience goes bad and--” Gabby lunged, caught the Glittering Enigma in a rough Collar & Elbow and quickly marched her into the nearest corner. Shifting her hands to Goodheart’s chin, Mendoza went up on tiptoe and puuuuushed forward to bend the other wrestler’s head backward over the top rope at an increasingly awkward angle. Violyt groaned low in the back of her throat, then grabbed the top rope in one hand and gave it a quick shake to draw the official’s attention.
Al noted it, hurried over and allowed Mendoza a few more seconds before he said, “Clear off, Gabby. Let’s have a clean break, ok?”
Gabs nodded, but raised her hands quite a bit slower than the ref would’ve preferred. “You want to mess with my head, baby?” she SMACKED both hands against Violyt’s chest. “You’re gonna have to do a lot better than campfire storGRRRGGHHH!”
Goodheart surged off the buckles, hooked her thumbs into the corners of Mendoza’s mouth and used that unpleasant grip to spin the former Lightweight Champion into the position she’d so recently occupied. Tummy to tummy with the squealing Texan, Violyt’s smile barely twitched when Gabby snatched a double handful of hair and pulled as hard as she could. “You don’t like campfire stories, huh? What about True Crime? Because there’s an army of pretentious, self-important assholes who could dedicate whole Podcasts to what I’m gonna do to anyone who gets between me and Kylie.”
Already close to his charges, Carpenter only gave Goodheart a few seconds before he said, “Get those hooks out of there, Violyt.”
“No threat?” the Princess of Peaksville treated him to a sad look. “I guess Christmas is cancelled.” Looking noticeably crestfallen, Violyt undid the Fishhooks and didn’t even bother to pat the brunette’s cheeks as she backpedaled toward the center of the--
“OOOFFFFHHH!” Mendoza boosted herself onto the second rope and leapt at her foe feet-first to THWHAP a heavy Dropkick into Goodheart’s chest!
“Yeah, that’s right! Good hustle, good hustle!” Kylie pounded the apron with one fist and followed that with a happy round of applause as Gabby’s offense sent Violyt tumbling across the ring in an awkward sprawl. “That’s the sort of aggression you need, none of this happy, smiling horseshyt!”
“Jeeze, would you shut up?” Soshana barked from around the corner. “We don’t need your help to deal with this weirdo!”
“The hell you don’t!” Sanders countered. “If I wasn’t out here to offer advice and insight, Bubble Yum over there would already be screaming for mercy.”
“Keep running that yap and you might find yourself screaming for mercy, Wonder Bread.” Soto said coldly.
Back in the confines of the squared circle, Mendoza got to all fours and scrambled after the blonde to cover her in a Crossbody good for…
ONE…
Goodheart kicked out at ‘ONE!’, started to roll away and let out a startled little ‘eep!’ when the Texan snatched a double handful of hair. “Where do you think you’re going, Vi?” Gabby planted a knee between the blonde’s shoulders and pulled back in a catty approximation of the Camel Clutch. “I thought you were gonna do nasty things to anyone standing in your way. Actually, the mat’s the only thing in your way right now!”
With that she THUMPED Goodheart’s face onto the deck and promptly scrubbed it back ‘n forth like she was trying to remove a particularly stubborn stain! Violyt shrieked and gabbled, the Glittering Enigma raking at Mendoza’s forearms even as Carpenter called, “Enough of that, Gabs! Don’t make me tell you again!” Gabby didn’t make him do anything, but she sure as hell didn’t halt the aggressive abrasion either, thus Al counted out, “ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR!”
Mendoza raised both hands not to confirm the break, but to run them through her hair while she blew, then ‘popped’ a saucy orange bubble for the zebra. Tradition thus observed, G-Money went right back to Violyt’s hair and hauled the both of them upri--
“OOOWW! KEEP OFFA MY EYE, BYTCH-FACE!” Mendoza shouted in angry surprise when Goodheart poked a thumb in her right eye.
“What, you want I should poke the other one next time?” Violyt giggled an instant prior to stuffing a Kneelift into the brunette’s tummy. “Hey, let’s see if your depth perception is still working!” Switching over to a rough, albeit legal grip on the nape of Gabby’s neck, Violyt rushed toward Soshana’s side of the ring and tossed the Caliente Cutie clear over the top ro-- “HEY, IT’S WORKIN’ GREAT! Goodheart exclaimed with genuine good cheer when Mendoza caught hold of the rubber-coated steel and sky hooked her way into a safe landing on the apron.
The Pink Stranger was on her in a trice, both hands plunged into Gabby’s dark hair for a bit of ferocious follicular veng--“NNNGGHH!” Gabby punched Violyt square in the mouth, then grabbed the top rope in both hands and leapt up parallel to the strands to THWHACK a kick across the blonde’s forehead. Violyt staggered toward the middle of the ring which gave Gabs more than enough room to spring onto the top rope and launch herself into the lights, the former Lightweight Champion twirling through a gorgeous corkscrew that SMECKED her full force across Goodheart’s chest! Both wrestlers hit the deck, but Goodheart stayed stretched out while Mendoza tumbled clear only to hurry back and hook the far leg for…
SPRINGBOARD CORKSCREW CROSSBODY:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=kziiw4wazRw
ONE…
TWO…
Goodheart kicked her way free and rolled to her hip, the bubble blower on her haunches at the blonde’s side.
Sanders smacked the canvas in frustration but quickly reconsiders, realizing Mendoza seemed more on top of the job than the silent ginger from last month. She added a slightly sincere ‘c’mon, you got this’.
Gabby cast a side-eye at the Platinum Princess. She sank her digits into the flaxen hair of Glitter Bomb Gone Wrong and pulled Violyt to a seated position.
“Show her you’re more than some oily wench,” Kylie added, snickering at her insult.
“Keep it up, gringa,” Soto growled from the other side of the corner, “and you and Goodheart WILL be together, laid out on the canvas next to each other, trying to beat each other back to consciousness.”
Gabby shifted her tawny stems out in front of her and pulled Violyt between then skooched the former indie darling into her lap. Mendoza’s arms slipped under and circled around those of Glittering Enigma, her fingers lacing behind the neck of her foe, securing a Full Nelson.
Leaning to her back, pulling Violyt along with her, Mendoza switched direction with her cargo, pumping her pelvis up, forward then down, SLAMMING Violyt’s tailbone into the thinly-sheathed plywood with a ring rattling Keister Bounce. Goodheart’s baby blues pinch in pain.
“You could think outside of the box,” Violyt groaned, “and only do this WUHHH!”
Nope. On cue, Gabby pulled her opponent atop her as she fell to her back then crunched those taut abs, flexing the duo up before SPIKING Goodheart’s cheeks into the deck with a second and then the traditional coccyx-crushing THIRD bounce.
The Babyfaced Killer released her Nelson and rolled away, leaving Violyt free to send her hands beneath her rump, massaging her aching ass and the base of her spine above the limited cushioning.
“Tricking these dim bulbs from below the border is beneath you,” the blonde scolded between grunts. “They’ll believe anything. A worthy hoax is for you to make people think you’ve got a chance to be more than a refried sideshow.”
Having risen to her feet, G-Money surged forward and planted a Soccer Kick into the base of Violyt’s spine. Goodheart arched forward, swallowing a yip of pain.
On the sidelines, Kylie pumped her fist, an enthusiastic ‘yes’ escaping in a whisper.
“My future partner wants to believe it,” Violyt added, “but she KNOWS I’m going to G-bust you.”
Having backpedaled a few steps, Gabby charged forward and used the back of Violyt’s neck as a literal stepping stone, POUNDING the blonde’s face into the mat as she proceeded on, mid-blown bubble, to the corner in front of her. Mendoza grabbed the rubber-coated steel on either side and launched to the top.
With her back to a rising Goodheart, Gabby vaulted into a stellar back-flip, ready to drive Violyt back to the canvas with a Moonsault Press.
But as the Terrible Texan landed, she did so across Violyt’s right shoulder instead of a pancaking body-on-body attack, the former indie darling showcasing incredible balance in catching her foe and remaining vertical.
Lil’ So-So and Kylie shared a WTF moment as they stood slack-jawed at the Glitter Bombardier as she strolled toward them with a squirming Mendoza atop her right shoulder. She blew them a kiss with her free hand.
“Keep this in your internal highlight reel, Kiki.”
As the former Chill tried to convince herself the whack job hadn’t given her a pet name, Violyt surged away from Gabby’s supporters and POWERSLAMMED Mendoza into the deck so hard the sugary, orange goo popped out of her mouth on the impact of spine to plywood, G-Money separated from her chaw.
The crowd groaned in sympathy and Soshana’s face was crestfallen. Kylie shook her head softly.
“Should have known that brat was all talk.”
Lil’ So-So stepped around the corner and got in Sanders’ grill pushing her back several steps.
“I said keep it closed, puta,” Soto threatened. The Platinum Pixie holds up her hands, apparently not wanting any of the fiery Latina.
The Hawkeye needn’t have worried as the cavalry arrived, Violyt baseball sliding under the bottom rope to land a makeshift Dropkick into an unsuspecting Soto’s left shoulder. Gabby’s Muy Caliente counterpart was sent flying, Soshana CRASHING into the steel barricade, her right set of ribs ramming into the unforgiving metal. She collapsed to the thinly-padded cement, her body creasing over her bruised side.
Nose to nose with Kylie, Violyt’s beaming. Sanders less so, hazel eyes wide, unsure what to do but snicker nervously. Goodheart pulled her future partner into an embrace.
“I swear. You’re gonna learn to love me, Kiki.”
The picture of distress, Kylie lightly wrapped her arms around the woman she’s trying to eliminate by proxy. Ky felt the hug tighten to breathtaking proportions as Violyt’s eyes focused on hers.
“But I don’t share. And I don’t play nice. So…”
Goodheart shrugged then noticed a flash out of the corner of her eye. A sprinting Mendoza was flying between the cables. Without time to think, Violyt pushed Kylie out of harm’s way and ATE the Suicide Dive from the Babyfaced Killer, joining Soshana on a similar trip to the steel barrier, CLANKING into the divider before puddling in a heap at its base.
Landing cat-like, Gabby slipped a hunk of Bubble Yum, her preferred pink, from a secret location in her spandex. She stared down the pile that was the Glitter Bombardier then cast a hungry gaze at Sanders.
Kylie held a palm high for a five, but Gabby pivoted into a Super Kick to Wonder Bread’s chin that sent her airborne, the Platinum Pixie ending flat on her back in a semiconscious spreadeagle.
Having pushed to her feet and wobbled to Goodheart, Soto scraped Violyt off the floor and shoved her to Gabby.
“Gracias, amore,” Gabby said with a spicy grin. She turned and heaved the Glittering Enigma back into the squared circle under the bottom rope at ‘EIGHT’ and joins her inside at ‘NINE’!
The Pink Stranger used the momentum to rise and stagger to the opposite cables. As she did, Gabby quickly got her boot soles beneath her and sprang into a rebounding Violyt, FLATTENING the former indie darling with a leaping forearm smash.
LEAPING FOREARM SMASH:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=qyYccX01GG0
Even with the impact of arm to chin and skull to canvas, Violyt bounced to her feet in short order, but it suited the bubble blower perfectly as she hit the ropes again and leapt into another destructive firearm. This time Violyt remained on her back, staring blankly at the rafters.
Passing on the pin despite the recovered Lil So-So’s urging, Gabby headed for the nearest corner and scrambled to the top, turning to face the splayed blonde below. Mendoza blew an enormous pink sphere and launches with it still in place as if it’s a hot air balloon carrying her to her target. At her zenith, the Terrible Texan crunched into a tight tuck then spread her limbs wide in the froggiest of Splashes…only to have Goodheart pull in her knees and IMPALE G-Money through her golden abdomen.
Gabby rolled from side to side, sputtering and gagging, wrapping her arms around her tummy as if to keep her internal organs in place. A flustered Soto watched in dismay as a chuckling if pained Violyt pushed to her feet and hovers over the anguished Caliente star.
“Oh Gibby-Gabs, I thought we were going to keep this friendly, then you went and put that gum-caked clodhopper of yours all up in my partner’s business?” Goodheart’s expression was solemn, almost somber as she pondered this gross breach of etiquette. “I believe a little role reversal exercise is needed to teach you some empathy, so here’s what we’re going to do. I’m going to be you…” the Princess of Peaksville stepped over her brunette (so that a boot was planted beside each hip), then bent down and took a wrist in either hand. Flipping the hair out of her eyes once she’d pulled Gabby’s arms into the air, Violyt finished, “…and you’ll be the gum.”
With that she raised her left knee to hip level and brought it down at least half a dozen times, Goodheart just stom-stom-STOMPING her shiny white boot into the pit of Mendoza’s stomach!
“C’mon ref!” Soto complained from outside. “She can’t just stomp on her like that!”
The Hell she can’t was on the tip of her tongue when Kylie remembered who was doing the stomping. Ignoring the ache in her jaw in favor of dealing with the Pink Stranger, Sanders reluctantly added her voice to Soshana’s. “Dork’s right, Carpenter! Do your damned job!”
Frowning, Goodheart paused her podiatric pummeling only to grrrrrrrriiiiinnnd the sole of her boot against Mendoza’s defenseless chest. “Are you saying you DON’T want her ground into the mat after she tried to kick your head off?”
“Couldn’t you just destroy each other?” Ky chirped. “That’d be great!”
“You’re clearly concussed.” Goodheart sighed. “Gotta have Vannacutt look you up after the meat wagon’s hauled this one away.” Returning her attention to Gabby, Violyt slid her foot up to the hollow of the brunette’s throat and YANKED up on her wrists!
“HHHRRRRRK!” Mendoza’s feet kicked frantically, the former Lightweight Champ putting everything into escaping the diabolical stranglehold.
Thankfully she had an ally in Al Carpenter. “Get your boot off her throat, Violyt. Now!”
“What? Make her get her throat off my boot! I can’t scrape it--”
“ONE! TWO! THREE! FO--”
Goodheart moved her foot back to Gabby’s chest and eased the pressure enough to pull the coughing Caliente Cutie into an awkward bridge. But just like that she let go and stamped down, the maniacal blonde THWUMPING Mendoza flat against the thinly-sheathed plywood. From there she dropped into a high Schoolgirl pin, the fork of Goodheart’s crotch snug against Gabby’s chin while the ref and the FAWNatics counted out…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
The Babyfaced Killer got her hands on Violyt’s butt and shoved her forward onto hands and knees to escape shortly before ‘THREE!’
Unperturbed by the Texan’s escape, Violyt spun around on one knee and reached for Mendoza’s hair only to catch her ear in a nasty pincer instead. “Starting to understand the suffering you’ve wrought on so many tasty, individually-wrapped lives, Gabby?” she doubled down on the ear twisting to ensure the brunette was moaning and groaning when Goodheart hauled her to boot-leather.
“Kiss my ass, gringa!” Mendoza hissed. “This isn’t about gum and you damned well know UUNNNGGGHH!”
Violyt pivoted on one foot to THUMP a Broadside Kneelift into the small of her opponent’s back. Gabby stumbled awkwardly, would’ve lost her balance if The Glittering Enigma hadn’t steadied her with a double handful of hair. Twisting around so they were back to back, Violyt abandoned the hair-hold to reach over her right shoulder with both hands to cup Mendoza’s chin. Soon as her fingers were clasped she bent her knees and leeeeeeeeeeeaned forward to muscle Gabby off her feet with an agonizing Hangman!
“You’re right, this isn’t about gum.” Goodheart admitted perhaps five seconds into the hold. “This isn’t about you at all, it’s about the beginning of a BEAUTIFUL friendship, but all you Negative Nancy’s keep trying to ruin it!”
Al had no vested interest in the burgeoning alliance between Goodheart and Sanders, he was however rather concerned by the pain etched in deep lines across Gabby Mendoza’s face. “How are you doing, Gabby? Need me to call it for the HEY!”
The ref didn’t get to finish and Gabs didn’t get to answer because he had to leap out of the way when Violyt began to spin with the Hangman still in place! “GET OUTTA THERE, DAMMIT!” Kylie shouted from the outside. “’C’MON, LET’S SEE SOME OF THAT CRAZY HIGHFLYING CRAP YOU DO SO--” Violyt laid out flat after half a dozen rotations to THWHUNK the brunette on the back of her head and shoulders courtesy of nasty Neckbreaker!
SPINNING HANGMAN'S NECKBREAKER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=t0lhIoUhU_E
Mendoza bounced to a seat, both arms swaddling her noggin in the wake of that ugly impac--“HHHHNNNNNGGGGGHHHHH!”
Violyt slid in from behind and threaded her legs around Gabby’s waist while simultaneously hooking her arms in a Full Nelson. A Bodyscissors seemed the most likely option, which was exactly why the Princess of Peaksville hooked her calves over Gabby’s shins and wrenched her legs apart in a tight Grapevine! “Got you on display now, Gabriella.” Goodheart whispered in her opponent’s ear. “Are you regretting your choices yet?”
Mendoza shook her head ’no’, the Bubbly Bombshell’s chin scraping against her sternum as she did so. “My only regret is not tearing you apart when I had the chanOOOOOOOOOWWWW BYTCH!”
Violyt used her left arm to trap Gabby’s arms in a tight loop, then she curled her right hand into a claw and raaaaaaaaaked that taut golden tummy from navel to solar plexus! She repeated this tactic three more times before shifting the focus of her ire to Mendoza’s girls, Goodheart raking from left to right in savage slow motion. “We can make this a catfight if you want.” Violyt’s voice was soft and mean in Mendoza’s ear. “I don’t have any oil in my little black bag, but I can still shred you into so much raw, bleeding meat for these nice people.”
“Yuuuuhhhh…. you don’t wanna go down that road with me, gringa.” Gabby groaned. “If I bring out the claws you’re gonna quit, Bytch-Face quAAARRHH!”
Violyt reached down and affixed a claw to the center of the Babyfaced Killer’s purple and gold trunks! “Oh, I LOVE that song!” Mendoza could feel Goodheart’s teeth against her ear as the blonde giggled in her ear. “I hope you’ll sing it for me before the match is oveHEY!”
Gabby twisted her legs loose from Violyt’s ‘Vine and threw herself backward into Goodheart to stack the weirdo on her shoulders for…
ONE…
TWO…
Violyt kicked her off and rolled in the opposite direction while Mendoza flopped onto her stomach and curled into a shuddering ball. “You got this Gabs, you got this!” Soshana shouted with as much confidence as she could muster, though Kylie could see the worry in her eyes.
Sanders didn’t exactly sympathize with the brat that’d hit her with a Super Kick a few minutes prior, but she sure as hell didn’t like seeing another of her defenders suffering the cruel machinations of this glittering freak. “Check her hands, Carpenter!” the Iowan barked at the official. “I smelled Tiger Balm earlier!”
Al didn’t take Kylie’s claims seriously, yet Goodheart must have because she promptly walked over and shoved her hands in the ref’s face! “They’re all clean, see!” she giggled to the startled official. “Well, maybe not as clean as they were at the start, I have been carving lines in Gabby’s grubby bod!”
Carpenter backed off without a word, which Goodheart took as a sign she was in the clear. With that settled, she strolled over to Mendoza and helped herself to a handful of hair to peel her off the “NNGGHH!”
The Babyfaced Killer jammed a Toe Kick into Violyt’s gut to double her over, then leapt into the air and hooked her right leg over the base of Goodheart’s neck to THWHAM her down flat on her face with a Fameasser! Violyt bounced onto her back in a woozy starfish while Mendoza slopped across her chest in a cover good for…
FAMEASSER @ 00:11
www.youtube.com/watch?v=RwJzJkNyzgA
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOO!
The pinning combination was close enough to have Soshana skipping into the air in anticipation of a win and Kylie wondering how quickly she could get in the ring after the third slap to teach the Pink Stranger a lesson on how her life would be much better if she left Sanders alone. Both turned toward the crowd in disappointment not wanting to see Al confirm with two raised fingers.
Mendoza wasn’t as concerned with the lifted shoulder as her supporters, her furious visage showing a certain content in the opportunity to go feline to feline with the Glittering Enigma. She mounted Violyt in a forward-facing straddle, making with her best impression of the Lightweight title holder. Gettin’ Macy on the indie darling, Gabby THWACKED the blonde’s head from side to side with stinging slaps from either side. Goodheart’s cheeks go from pink to rosy to scarlet after a dozen scalding open hands.
“You opened this up, Gringa,” Gabby growled. “And there ain’t no puttin’ it back in the bottle.”
Relenting, the Babyfaced Killer placed her palms flat to Violyt’s bosom and pressed the flesh to her foe’s breastbone, compacting the breasts before hooking in her talons. Secured in her station, Gabby raised her backside, rising to a full kneel then POUNDED the glutes back into Goodheart’s midriff.
The burst of an exhale from between the Pink Stranger’s lips fueled Mendoza. She raised again thrusting her taut ass into Violyt’s breadbasket, treating her opponent like a bellows.
The soft beginning of a chant caught the air and Lil’ So-So quickly multiplies its strength adding her voice.
“Quit Bytchface, quit!”
She turned to Kylie, motioning for Sanders to join in. It’s as odd a sight as anyone thought likely to see entering the evening and yet, the Platinum Princess added her vocals to the choir.
“Quit bytchface, quit!”
Mexican Dynamite and Iowa Farmgirl, enemies on any other day, turned to the FAWNatics and, as Gabby laid backside to Violyt, gutting her a third time. They helped the crowd find their collective declaration.
‘QUIT BYTCHFACE, QUIT!’
Gabby scooted her crotch up to the chin of the Glitter Bombardier, giving up the grip on Violyt’s girls to treat the moaning Goodheart to a game of tit-for-tat. She lifted her chassis again and this time thrusts it down onto the pert chest of Goodheart, ramming the blonde’s bosom instead of her belly.
‘QUIT BYTCHFACE, QUIT!’
“Ask her,” Gabby interjected between the echoing chants.
Carpenter nodded and dropped to a knee next to Violyt, shouting to be heard over those assembled.
“Do you want to quit?”
A baby blue bug-eyed Violyt tried to spit out some words but another Butt Blast cut her off.
“Just tap if you want out,” Al advised.
The blonde’s left arm raises. Kylie and Soshana’s faces turned bright, the veneer of invincibility about to be shattered. But then Violyt’s right arm ascended, leaving Sanders confused. She’s going to tap with both hands?
Unfortunately for every chanting maniac in the house, the answer proved a resounding ‘no’.
Instead, she sank both sets of nails into the golden-skinned flesh over either of Mendoza’s hips, digging and chewing with the digits until a shrieking Gabby dismounts like she’s on fire. Mendoza hopped to her feet and staggered away a few steps, rubbing at her sides, ten rosy impressions still in place on the otherwise smooth skin of her flanks.
“Always wanted to see what that was like,” Violyt offers between breathy grunts. “Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaay overrated.”
Already far from being on Gabby’s good side, Goodheart fanned the fiery Latina into what appeared an internal inferno.
The flame of Caliente delivered stomp after stomp to chest and abdomen, making a glittering mudhole out of the Pink Stranger until any hint of a grin was wiped from the blonde’s pained face.
“The only thing overrated in this ring is your mystique,” a gassed Gabby huffed.
Mendoza dipped and sank a set of nails into Violyt’s scalp and scraped the blonde off the canvas, pulling Goodheart to vertical, the blonde on rubbery stems. The Latina gave her foe a shove to create some space then heads to the ropes behind her for more, rebounding as she accelerated. A wobbly Violyt approached with her arm extended, trying to fashion a reasonable facsimile to a Clothesline, when Gabby leapt at the Enigma, latching onto the limb.
The Babyfaced Killer used the wing to spin around Goodheart’s six and emerge the other side with a hastily created Front Facelock, the Terrible Texan turning her trip into a fabulous Float-over DDT.
FLOAT-OVER DDT @1:20
www.youtube.com/watch?v=jT61O24K2RQ
The impact of forehead to canvas-covered plywood sent the indie darling flopping to her back in a spasming starfish.
“COVER!” Kylie squealed with excitement.
On her way to a lateral press of the splayed blonde, Mendoza directed some of her fury at the mouthy Hawkeye then bore down on the Crossbody pin, hooking Violyt’s far leg for the…
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOO!
Seemingly kicking from instinct rather than awareness, Goodheart threw a shoulder off the deck and flopped to her side.
“Quit distracting her,” Soshana shouted at her makeshift ally. “Or I’m going to Flashbang you into 2021!”
Sanders stared hazel lasers at Lil’ So-So but swallowed any complaint, turning her attention back to the ring to see Mendoza climbing aboard Goodheart again, this time in a full body sandwich, though the Latina’s head was pointed toward Violyt’s feet.
Making sure the Glittering Enigma’s chin was tight to the juncture of her thighs, Mendoza slipped her slender legs around the braincase of the whack blonde with a Reverse Headscissors, crossing her stems at the ankles and pressurizing the skull of her foe. Face flushed between the flexing, golden gams of G-Money, Violyt pried fruitlessly at the tightening lower limbs and, though they didn’t have near the length of other stunning stems, it’s evident from Violyt’s fluttering lids, the Babyfaced Killer was well on her way to a KO.
Propping on her elbows, the perfect pearlies of the Texan grit as she put every bit of energy into popping Violyt’s baby blues out of her sockets from the force of the Scissors. She spat her pink chaw from between ruby lips, catching it in a palm.
Slipping a pair of fingers under the leg hole of Goodheart’s gear, she shoved the sugary goo into the Pink Stranger’s sweet spot, making sure it’s in a private location before pulling her hand free and patting Violyt’s spandex sheath.
“You startin’ to understand, gringa? Your rep don’t mean shyt to a badass Latina.”
“Hell yeah!” Kylie shouted from the floor. “Arriba…ma amiga!”
“You’re not Muy Caliente,” Soto interrupted, trying to hush the Platinum Princess from sidetracking her partner again. “Stop trying to make that a thing.”
Kylie offered no response, she was trying to reconcile her disdain for all things Violyt Goodheart with the wave of sympathetic disgust that’d washed over her during the Bubblicious addition to the blonde’s trun--
“PAY ATTENTION, MENDOZA!” the blonde bellowed without warning. “SHE’S GONNA HOOK--”
“AAARRRRRHHHH SHYT!” Gabby wailed in pained surprise when Goodheart hooked both thumbs into her leg-holes and made those purple and gold briefs vanish with a cringe-worthy wedgie! Mendoza abandoned the Scissors and rolled in one direction, her hands already plucking and tweasing at the distended material. As for Violyt, she barreled in the other direction, the oddball blonde rasping and gaping as oxygen flooded her system. Goodheart’s escape brought her to within spitting distance of both Sanders and Soto, but only the latter dared crowd the red-faced weirdo.
“Who’s mild now, chica?” Soshana taunted the Glittering Enigma. “Looks like Gabby’s a little too spicy for your weird asNNNGGGHHH!”
Violyt flicked a hand through the strands to catch Soto across the mouth with a dismissive Bytch Slap. “Get outta here, loser.” she giggled. “You’re bothering HAIR! HAIR!”
Little Dynamite lunged, caught a double handful of Violyt’s locks and would’ve tugged her to the floor then and there if not for the concentrated efforts of Kylie Sanders and Algernon Carpenter. “Let go of her, idiot!” Kylie barked even as she wrapped a controlling arm around Soto’s waist. “She’s trying to get Mendoza disqualified!”
“Back off, Soshana!” the ref added. “Right now or I’ll throw you outta here!” Soto cursed, broke the grip and shrugged loose of Kylie’s grip in a single disgusted motion.
Meanwhile, Gabby stamped up behind her blonde, grabbed both ankles and draaaaaaaaaagged her out into the middle of the squared circle. Moving around to get at Goodheart’s hair once she’d tossed her boots aside, Mendoza hauled her foe to verticality, then switched over to a Wristlock and whipped her into an empty corner as hard as she could. Violyt hit the buckles with a low BWUUUNG and stumbled back the way she’d came, both hands pressed tight to the small of her aching back. She was maybe four steps out of the buckles when Mendoza rushed in and hopped--
Goodheart’s left hand flew to her chin an instant before she blew a small cloud of red and green glitter into Gabby’s unsuspecting mug! Understandably distracted by the continued bickering between Kylie and Soshana, Al didn’t see the glitter bombing itself, he only heard Gabby’s startled cry and a heavy thud as she landed on the deck. By the time he turned around, Violyt had Gabby stood up back-to with her left arm slung across the brunette’s chest. Snatching a handful of Mendoza’s waistband for extra leverage, Goodheart muscled her off the mat and pulled her close enough for Gabs to hook her legs around the blonde’s midsection in an involuntary Scissors.
“Happy thoughts, Gabriella.” Violyt planted a quick kiss on her foe’s temple. “Keep thinking happy thoughts.” The words were barely out of her mouth when she rocked up on her heels and laid out on her back to THWHUNK Mendoza down flat on her face and chest!
HAPPY THOUGHTS @ 5:10
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ula_ftLmtdA
“GET UP, GABBY!” Soshana pounded her palms against the apron, hoping the percussion would rouse her flattened friend.
“C’mon Mendoza!” Kylie added. “You’re better than her, don’t let that freak push you around!”
Violyt had wasted no time trapping Gabby in a Front Facelock after that big dose of Happy Thoughts, but she paused in her work at the sound of the ‘F’ word. “What did you say?” she asked in a near whisper.
Sanders hesitated for a moment, hoping it might give Mendoza a few precious seconds to recover. “You heard me.”
“Yeah, I did.” Goodheart tossed Gabby’s near arm across her shoulders, grabbed another handful of waistband and got to her feet with the Caliente Cutie dragged along for the ride. Pivoting to ensure she was facing Al (which in turn ensured he couldn’t see the glitter on Gabby’s face) the Princess of Peaksville dipped her knees and muscled / yanked Mendoza into position directly overhead, then kicked her feet forward and dropped down flat to THWHONK the crown of Gabby’s skull against the deck via a malicious Brainbuster!
BRAINBUSTER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=LfKOzc33gMI
With Mendoza transformed from Bubblicious to ‘busted, Violyt pushed to all fours and swung her right leg over the brunette’s head so she could settle down atop Gabby’s noggin in a snug Front Face Sit. Catching a double handful of her opponent’s dark hair, Goodheart yanked the Texan’s flushed features against the center of her trunks and proceeded to bounce in place once, twice, three times. Al saw this and swooped in to make the count only to stop when Violyt hit him with a disproving stare.
“Not so fast there, Algernon.” she murmured. “Gibby Gabs shoulders aren’t on the mat, I made sure of that. Means you can’t count her down just yet… but you can enjoy my cover of a traditional holiday favorite!”
Still holding Mendoza’s features to her undercarriage, the blonde rose up on her knees only to drop down again, a technique she repeated almost half a dozen times in as many seconds! It took a second verse for the FAWNatics to pick up what she was laying (smashing?) down, butt they picked it up quickly enough, much to the dismay of Soshana Soto.
‘Quit, quit, bytch-face quit! Quit, quit, bytch-face quit!’
“C’mon Gabby, you can get out of this!” Soto shouted over the fickle fans in an effort to bolster her partner’s struggling spirits. “Toss that poseur off and show her what a real Butt Bomb feels li--”
Goodheart let go of Mendoza’s hair so she could snatch hold of the brunette’s wrists before she could snag Violyt’s briefs. Driving Gabby’s hands into the mat hard enough to earn a loud ‘UNNNGGGHH!’ Violyt continued to bounce with all her weight, though now she interspersed the bouncing with taut little figure eight swipes, this aggressive abrasion just grinding away what remained of Mendoza’s resolve.
“MMRRRRPPPHHHH! MMMGGGGMMPPHH!” Gabby whined and huffed against the bright pink trunks, her own usually domineering glutes thumping sullenly against the mat as she tried and failed to-- Mendoza stretched her right leg out full length and THUNKED that heel against the mat half a dozen times while squealing something that sounded like ‘AYEGHEVHUPAAAAAAIIIIEEEEEE STAAAAAAAAHHHP!” Violyt reached back with one hand and affixed a white-knuckle claw to her opponent’s crotch as revenge for the Bubblicious indignity she’d suffered earlier.
Carpenter called for the bell while Soshana pounded an angry fist against the apron, her mood growing that much darker when the Announcer confirmed, “Ladies and gentlemen, your winner via submission… VIOLYT GOODHEART!”
“This is YOUR fault.” Soto growled at Kylie. “If you hadn’t been out here running your damned mouth the whole match she could’ve focused on OOOOFFFFFFHHH!”
The Pleasant Valley Pariah caught Soshana by the wrist and yanked her into a short, albeit savage Clothesline that turned Soto inside out before she hit the floor.
“Don’t ever put your goddamned hands on me, asshole.” Kylie snarled down at the woozy brunette.
“Yeah, that’s why I’m here!” Goodheart added from almost directly overhead. Kylie started, backed up, almost tripped on the base of the ramp. “See, Kiki? That’s why you need me to watch your six. That reminds me, where do you get your gear? I want to make sure we’re matching when we put Muy Mild down for--”
“We’re. Not. Partners.” Kylie growled. “Get it through your cracked skull, Goodheart. I don’t WANT a tag partner and if I did, you’d be my LAST choice. I’m a future Hall of Famer, you’re a babbling lunatic. There’s NOTHING you can offer--”
“That’s where you’re wrong.” Goodheart interrupted quietly. “I can give you the one thing on this roster no one else can. I can make these people love you again, Kylie. I can make them cheer for you… I can make them fear for you. And trust me when I say that if you refuse me a third time… I will.” Violyt waited a beat, then clapped her hands and smiled. “But I’m sure it won’t come to that! Hey, if you want to get your gear the same place as me, I go to a little shop over offa Princeton. It’s just behind a…”
Sanders shook her head, turned around and started up the ramp, the blonde pointedly not looking over a shoulder (or up at the ‘tron) as she made her exit.
Goodheart fetched a heavy sigh, then glanced to Al and said, “One more chance, Algernon. That girl’s got one more chance.”
“What happens if she squanders it?” the official asked even though he didn’t really want to know.
“I’m not quite sure yet,” Violyt admitted as she leaned down and pulled the small fork from her left boot, “but it will definitely involve cake.”
MUY CALIENTE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ui0hDQLcWTg
As the party grew in force, dos Muy members pushed through the curtains and sambaed to center stage, chief among them the newest member, the bubble-blowing former bad girl, Gabby Mendoza. Noticeably in a tank-top and black denim was Lil So-So, Mexican Dynamite apparently not scheduled to blow up within the ring tonight.
With supportive signs scattered throughout the bowl, Soto and Garcia pointed and pumped fists at their fans but they hesitated in breaking toward the ramp and ring, each turning and barking at something or someone stage right.
GABBY MENDOZA:
SOSHANA SOTO:
Perhaps the sultry Sofia was fashionably late, the crowd ready for the final member of Muy to join her sisters, but instead, awkwardly “dancing” her way over to the Latinas was a slight, slender, pasty gringa with a shock of platinum atop her head.
If there could be a bigger figurative screech of a record, it’s hard to imagine. The crowd audibly groaned and gasped in combination. Yes. Kylie Sanders swung her hips over to the Caliente cuties, wrapping an arm around Gabby’s shoulders before a flustered Mendoza shrugged it off.
KYLIE SANDERS:
“I said I’m not for sale,” G-Money shouted. “I’m doing this for myself and my amigas.”
Soshana tried to work her way around Mendoza to see Sanders backstage, but Gabby seemingly indicates it’s not worth their time and effort. Mendoza motioned Soto toward the ring and off they went, the former roar of the crowd muted by the appearance of FAWN’s Most Hated.
The Babyfaced Bubblicious connoisseur trailed Lil’ So-So, Gabby in her Caliente gear, former iconic mini-skirt and bustier replaced by a purple and gold number, the two piece of crop top and booty shorts showing solidarity with her new crew ( www.etsy.com/no-en/listing/671209460/pro-wrestling-gear-womens-crop-top-and ). Black pads and gold boots completed the makeover.
For Kylie, it’s street attire, black Iowa Hawkeye t-shirt and hugging blue jeans with yellow-gold Chuck Taylors below. The former Chill caught up with tonight’s combatant and massaged Mendoza’s shoulders on the way down.
“You don’t have to play dumb to these people,” Ky whispered in Gabby’s ear. “They’ll turn on you eventually, no matter what you do. Take the money and tear her apart.”
Reaching the ring, the Babyfaced Killer rounded on Sanders, drilling dark lasers through Kylie’s hazel pools, mentally making clear ‘don’t you dare follow us in the ring’.
The Platinum Princess threw up her hands and backed off a few steps.
“Chill, Gabs. We’re all in this together. Right So-So?”
Soto offered a cheeky one-finger salute to the gringa and joined Mendoza on her trip up the steel steps, each sliding into the ring on either side of the near post. For her part, Kylie took a quick look behind her and scooted her little behind to the corner farthest from the ramp, the FAWNatics becoming wiser to what’s occurring. Though it’s not entirely clear if Caliente is in cahoots, they took no chances, booing Mendoza and Soto as they settled center stage, Gabby with a microphone in her hand.
As the Muy music faded, the Announcer took his opportunity to jump in.
“Our next contest is scheduled for one fall with a twenty minute time limit. First, hailing from Irving Texas, she stands at five feet five inches tall and weighs in tonight at one hundred and twenty-two pounds, she is G-Money, GABBY MENDOZA!“
As Kylie clapped enthusiastically, the assembled reflexively respond in the opposite direction, a smattering of applause mixing with disappointed jeers.
It’s not Mendoza’s first time being on the wrong end of an audience, but Soto seemed a little shook. Gabby chewed on a zappy orange wad as the anger subsided, blowing the requisite bubbles then popping them with a darting tongue. Mendoza moved the sugary goo to one cheek and brought the stick to her lips.
“Ladies and gentlemen, first let me assure you I have nothing to do with this barnyard buffoon.”
A seemingly relieved crowd cheered fervently, hoping it’s true.
“Our wishes are in sync tonight, but for very different reasons. Hers is fear of the Glittering Enigma. Mine is the simplest and strongest motivation of all, revenge for Sofia.”
The Babyfaced Killer turned her attention to the upper stage.
“So get your sparkly pink ass out here and I’ll chew on that for a while too.”
Gabby blew an enormous bubble and metaphorically popped it on cue.
The destruction of Mendoza’s bubble proved a silent, albeit timely herald for the speakers, which promptly kicked into the ominously catchy intro of I Don’t Know How But They Found Me’s ‘Choke’.
CHOKE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=mvJjmWTg7Qo
Stop, drop
And drag me into place
And lock the fire escapes
I'll break your pretty face
Yeah, Yeah
Oh, you clever little things
The sycophantic teens
What a precious basket case
Yeah, Yeah
At ringside, Soshana grimaced and Kylie took a nervous look around, the Pleasant Valley Pariah eager to not spend another match taped into a rolling office chair. As for the Announcer, he did his usual shtick. “And introducing her opponent, hailing from Peaksville Ohio, she stands at five feet five inches tall and weighs in at one hundred and twenty-five pounds. She is inscrutable, indecipherable and downright impossible! This is VIOLYT GOODHEART!”
VIOLYT GOODHEART:
This proclamation was greeted with panic from the lighting system and unease from the FAWNatics, the former achieving full strobe status and the latter not quite sure how to greet the giggling lunatic that’d apparently picked FAWN’s Most Hated as her newest special friend. Coherency was dealt yet another blow by the pair of cannons arranged on either side of the stage, both of which fired off massive clouds of red, green and silver glitter at the start of the chorus! From the center of this multicolored maelstrom emerged a surprisingly dainty figure wearing a bright pink Santa hat cocked at a jaunty angle. Sparing a look to the camera, Goodheart shook her head and lamented, “Dang, the hot sauce bar at this place is getting worse by the day.”
Couldn’t have bothered her too much though, as the Pink Stranger skipped down the right side of the aisle to clap hands (or pie-face) any fans brave enough to reach in her direction. At the foot of the ramp she crossed to the left and repeated the process going in the opposite direction. Once that was done she took off her cap, reached inside and removed a small bottle of hand sanitizer. “So many Cheeto fingers.” Violyt groaned as she scrubbed her hands during the second trip down the ramp. “Sooooooooo many! Gross! Gross! Gross!”
Regaining her composure by the time she reached the steel steps, Goodheart hurried to the apron and slipped through the ropes. Her gaze swept over Al Carpenter and both members of Muy Caliente, but didn’t settle on anyone until she found Kylie. “THERE you are!” she said brightly. “Why are you way over--”
Violyt trailed off when Gabby stepped directly into her path. “Can I….help you?”
Mendoza blew another large bubble, popped it mere inches from the blonde’s nose. “She’s not your problem. I am.”
“Well that’s a terrible thing to say about yourself, Gibby Gabs!” the Glittering Enigma said with a smile. “Trust me when I say, you’re not a problem. Not. At. All.”
Both wrestlers took a step forward but refrained from any further hostilities when Carpenter put an arm between them. “Ease off, ladies. The bell will sound soon enough. To your corners, please.”
“Sure thing, Al!” Goodheart took off her cap and set it on the zebra’s head. “Just keep this safe or I’ll feed you to the reindeer!” With that she turned around and skipped to her corner, leaving Mendoza to stare holes into her back before she too headed back to the buckles.
Eyes flicking from her opponent to the mismatched pair flanking two sides of the squared circle, Violyt held her tongue until after the bell CLANGED.
“Now this… is surprising.” she said in regards to one Gabby Mendoza. “Considering the flustercluck that was Cold November Pain, I wouldn’t have expected Kylie to throw more money at the Lost Daughters. Maybe Amara, she’s plenty mean-spirited, so Alexis, assuming she’s not dead. Heck, maybe even Adelaide Brewster, she’s suitably bloodthirsty, after all. But to go with the bubbliest member of Muy Mild? That’s… that’s a bold strategy, Cotton.”
“Get her out of the corner, Carpenter!” Kylie snapped from her place on the outside. “Match is live, don’t let her waste any more time!” FAWN’s Most Hated turned her attention to Mendoza with an imperious little clap. “And you, get after her! That’s what I’m paying you for!”
“For the last time, we’re not gonna take your stupid money.” Mendoza grumbled. “This isn’t about protecting your narrow ass, this is about avenging what this weirdo did to Sofia at ‘Mania.” Gabby waited a beat, then added, “And for starting that rumor that my favorite hot sauce is ketchup.”
“That is a VILE piece of slander, and I won’t tolerate it.” Goodheart stomped from her corner to the center of the ring like a woman on a mission. “I would NEVER besmirch the good name of ketchup, or catsup, by mentioning your name in the same sentence. After all I assume it’s far too spicy a concoction for your dainty, delicate taste--”
The Baby-Faced Killer flew out of her corner and took to the skies with a gorgeous Spinning Heel Kick that could’ve inverted the blonde’s chin if Goodheart didn’t throw herself backward in a Matrix-style bridge at the last possible second.
Standing up and twisting around in a single sinuous motion, Violyt offered Gabby an off-kilter smile as the brunette came up on one knee near the far corner. “Did you remember Rose’s number long enough to ask about what I did to her, Gibby-Gabs? Or did you just watch the tape on mute so you wouldn’t have to listen to her screaming?”
Gabby got to her feet and made for the blonde only find herself drawn into a spiral as Goodheart kept juuuuuuust out of reach. “You think I care about what happened to her?” Mendoza asked. “That brat deserves every bad thing that comes her way.”
“Oh?” Violyt replied. “Interesting. Do sweet Sofia and saucy Soshana know you harbor such ill will toward your old partner? I wonder what you’ll do to them when this marriage of convenience goes bad and--” Gabby lunged, caught the Glittering Enigma in a rough Collar & Elbow and quickly marched her into the nearest corner. Shifting her hands to Goodheart’s chin, Mendoza went up on tiptoe and puuuuushed forward to bend the other wrestler’s head backward over the top rope at an increasingly awkward angle. Violyt groaned low in the back of her throat, then grabbed the top rope in one hand and gave it a quick shake to draw the official’s attention.
Al noted it, hurried over and allowed Mendoza a few more seconds before he said, “Clear off, Gabby. Let’s have a clean break, ok?”
Gabs nodded, but raised her hands quite a bit slower than the ref would’ve preferred. “You want to mess with my head, baby?” she SMACKED both hands against Violyt’s chest. “You’re gonna have to do a lot better than campfire storGRRRGGHHH!”
Goodheart surged off the buckles, hooked her thumbs into the corners of Mendoza’s mouth and used that unpleasant grip to spin the former Lightweight Champion into the position she’d so recently occupied. Tummy to tummy with the squealing Texan, Violyt’s smile barely twitched when Gabby snatched a double handful of hair and pulled as hard as she could. “You don’t like campfire stories, huh? What about True Crime? Because there’s an army of pretentious, self-important assholes who could dedicate whole Podcasts to what I’m gonna do to anyone who gets between me and Kylie.”
Already close to his charges, Carpenter only gave Goodheart a few seconds before he said, “Get those hooks out of there, Violyt.”
“No threat?” the Princess of Peaksville treated him to a sad look. “I guess Christmas is cancelled.” Looking noticeably crestfallen, Violyt undid the Fishhooks and didn’t even bother to pat the brunette’s cheeks as she backpedaled toward the center of the--
“OOOFFFFHHH!” Mendoza boosted herself onto the second rope and leapt at her foe feet-first to THWHAP a heavy Dropkick into Goodheart’s chest!
“Yeah, that’s right! Good hustle, good hustle!” Kylie pounded the apron with one fist and followed that with a happy round of applause as Gabby’s offense sent Violyt tumbling across the ring in an awkward sprawl. “That’s the sort of aggression you need, none of this happy, smiling horseshyt!”
“Jeeze, would you shut up?” Soshana barked from around the corner. “We don’t need your help to deal with this weirdo!”
“The hell you don’t!” Sanders countered. “If I wasn’t out here to offer advice and insight, Bubble Yum over there would already be screaming for mercy.”
“Keep running that yap and you might find yourself screaming for mercy, Wonder Bread.” Soto said coldly.
Back in the confines of the squared circle, Mendoza got to all fours and scrambled after the blonde to cover her in a Crossbody good for…
ONE…
Goodheart kicked out at ‘ONE!’, started to roll away and let out a startled little ‘eep!’ when the Texan snatched a double handful of hair. “Where do you think you’re going, Vi?” Gabby planted a knee between the blonde’s shoulders and pulled back in a catty approximation of the Camel Clutch. “I thought you were gonna do nasty things to anyone standing in your way. Actually, the mat’s the only thing in your way right now!”
With that she THUMPED Goodheart’s face onto the deck and promptly scrubbed it back ‘n forth like she was trying to remove a particularly stubborn stain! Violyt shrieked and gabbled, the Glittering Enigma raking at Mendoza’s forearms even as Carpenter called, “Enough of that, Gabs! Don’t make me tell you again!” Gabby didn’t make him do anything, but she sure as hell didn’t halt the aggressive abrasion either, thus Al counted out, “ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR!”
Mendoza raised both hands not to confirm the break, but to run them through her hair while she blew, then ‘popped’ a saucy orange bubble for the zebra. Tradition thus observed, G-Money went right back to Violyt’s hair and hauled the both of them upri--
“OOOWW! KEEP OFFA MY EYE, BYTCH-FACE!” Mendoza shouted in angry surprise when Goodheart poked a thumb in her right eye.
“What, you want I should poke the other one next time?” Violyt giggled an instant prior to stuffing a Kneelift into the brunette’s tummy. “Hey, let’s see if your depth perception is still working!” Switching over to a rough, albeit legal grip on the nape of Gabby’s neck, Violyt rushed toward Soshana’s side of the ring and tossed the Caliente Cutie clear over the top ro-- “HEY, IT’S WORKIN’ GREAT! Goodheart exclaimed with genuine good cheer when Mendoza caught hold of the rubber-coated steel and sky hooked her way into a safe landing on the apron.
The Pink Stranger was on her in a trice, both hands plunged into Gabby’s dark hair for a bit of ferocious follicular veng--“NNNGGHH!” Gabby punched Violyt square in the mouth, then grabbed the top rope in both hands and leapt up parallel to the strands to THWHACK a kick across the blonde’s forehead. Violyt staggered toward the middle of the ring which gave Gabs more than enough room to spring onto the top rope and launch herself into the lights, the former Lightweight Champion twirling through a gorgeous corkscrew that SMECKED her full force across Goodheart’s chest! Both wrestlers hit the deck, but Goodheart stayed stretched out while Mendoza tumbled clear only to hurry back and hook the far leg for…
SPRINGBOARD CORKSCREW CROSSBODY:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=kziiw4wazRw
ONE…
TWO…
Goodheart kicked her way free and rolled to her hip, the bubble blower on her haunches at the blonde’s side.
Sanders smacked the canvas in frustration but quickly reconsiders, realizing Mendoza seemed more on top of the job than the silent ginger from last month. She added a slightly sincere ‘c’mon, you got this’.
Gabby cast a side-eye at the Platinum Princess. She sank her digits into the flaxen hair of Glitter Bomb Gone Wrong and pulled Violyt to a seated position.
“Show her you’re more than some oily wench,” Kylie added, snickering at her insult.
“Keep it up, gringa,” Soto growled from the other side of the corner, “and you and Goodheart WILL be together, laid out on the canvas next to each other, trying to beat each other back to consciousness.”
Gabby shifted her tawny stems out in front of her and pulled Violyt between then skooched the former indie darling into her lap. Mendoza’s arms slipped under and circled around those of Glittering Enigma, her fingers lacing behind the neck of her foe, securing a Full Nelson.
Leaning to her back, pulling Violyt along with her, Mendoza switched direction with her cargo, pumping her pelvis up, forward then down, SLAMMING Violyt’s tailbone into the thinly-sheathed plywood with a ring rattling Keister Bounce. Goodheart’s baby blues pinch in pain.
“You could think outside of the box,” Violyt groaned, “and only do this WUHHH!”
Nope. On cue, Gabby pulled her opponent atop her as she fell to her back then crunched those taut abs, flexing the duo up before SPIKING Goodheart’s cheeks into the deck with a second and then the traditional coccyx-crushing THIRD bounce.
The Babyfaced Killer released her Nelson and rolled away, leaving Violyt free to send her hands beneath her rump, massaging her aching ass and the base of her spine above the limited cushioning.
“Tricking these dim bulbs from below the border is beneath you,” the blonde scolded between grunts. “They’ll believe anything. A worthy hoax is for you to make people think you’ve got a chance to be more than a refried sideshow.”
Having risen to her feet, G-Money surged forward and planted a Soccer Kick into the base of Violyt’s spine. Goodheart arched forward, swallowing a yip of pain.
On the sidelines, Kylie pumped her fist, an enthusiastic ‘yes’ escaping in a whisper.
“My future partner wants to believe it,” Violyt added, “but she KNOWS I’m going to G-bust you.”
Having backpedaled a few steps, Gabby charged forward and used the back of Violyt’s neck as a literal stepping stone, POUNDING the blonde’s face into the mat as she proceeded on, mid-blown bubble, to the corner in front of her. Mendoza grabbed the rubber-coated steel on either side and launched to the top.
With her back to a rising Goodheart, Gabby vaulted into a stellar back-flip, ready to drive Violyt back to the canvas with a Moonsault Press.
But as the Terrible Texan landed, she did so across Violyt’s right shoulder instead of a pancaking body-on-body attack, the former indie darling showcasing incredible balance in catching her foe and remaining vertical.
Lil’ So-So and Kylie shared a WTF moment as they stood slack-jawed at the Glitter Bombardier as she strolled toward them with a squirming Mendoza atop her right shoulder. She blew them a kiss with her free hand.
“Keep this in your internal highlight reel, Kiki.”
As the former Chill tried to convince herself the whack job hadn’t given her a pet name, Violyt surged away from Gabby’s supporters and POWERSLAMMED Mendoza into the deck so hard the sugary, orange goo popped out of her mouth on the impact of spine to plywood, G-Money separated from her chaw.
The crowd groaned in sympathy and Soshana’s face was crestfallen. Kylie shook her head softly.
“Should have known that brat was all talk.”
Lil’ So-So stepped around the corner and got in Sanders’ grill pushing her back several steps.
“I said keep it closed, puta,” Soto threatened. The Platinum Pixie holds up her hands, apparently not wanting any of the fiery Latina.
The Hawkeye needn’t have worried as the cavalry arrived, Violyt baseball sliding under the bottom rope to land a makeshift Dropkick into an unsuspecting Soto’s left shoulder. Gabby’s Muy Caliente counterpart was sent flying, Soshana CRASHING into the steel barricade, her right set of ribs ramming into the unforgiving metal. She collapsed to the thinly-padded cement, her body creasing over her bruised side.
Nose to nose with Kylie, Violyt’s beaming. Sanders less so, hazel eyes wide, unsure what to do but snicker nervously. Goodheart pulled her future partner into an embrace.
“I swear. You’re gonna learn to love me, Kiki.”
The picture of distress, Kylie lightly wrapped her arms around the woman she’s trying to eliminate by proxy. Ky felt the hug tighten to breathtaking proportions as Violyt’s eyes focused on hers.
“But I don’t share. And I don’t play nice. So…”
Goodheart shrugged then noticed a flash out of the corner of her eye. A sprinting Mendoza was flying between the cables. Without time to think, Violyt pushed Kylie out of harm’s way and ATE the Suicide Dive from the Babyfaced Killer, joining Soshana on a similar trip to the steel barrier, CLANKING into the divider before puddling in a heap at its base.
Landing cat-like, Gabby slipped a hunk of Bubble Yum, her preferred pink, from a secret location in her spandex. She stared down the pile that was the Glitter Bombardier then cast a hungry gaze at Sanders.
Kylie held a palm high for a five, but Gabby pivoted into a Super Kick to Wonder Bread’s chin that sent her airborne, the Platinum Pixie ending flat on her back in a semiconscious spreadeagle.
Having pushed to her feet and wobbled to Goodheart, Soto scraped Violyt off the floor and shoved her to Gabby.
“Gracias, amore,” Gabby said with a spicy grin. She turned and heaved the Glittering Enigma back into the squared circle under the bottom rope at ‘EIGHT’ and joins her inside at ‘NINE’!
The Pink Stranger used the momentum to rise and stagger to the opposite cables. As she did, Gabby quickly got her boot soles beneath her and sprang into a rebounding Violyt, FLATTENING the former indie darling with a leaping forearm smash.
LEAPING FOREARM SMASH:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=qyYccX01GG0
Even with the impact of arm to chin and skull to canvas, Violyt bounced to her feet in short order, but it suited the bubble blower perfectly as she hit the ropes again and leapt into another destructive firearm. This time Violyt remained on her back, staring blankly at the rafters.
Passing on the pin despite the recovered Lil So-So’s urging, Gabby headed for the nearest corner and scrambled to the top, turning to face the splayed blonde below. Mendoza blew an enormous pink sphere and launches with it still in place as if it’s a hot air balloon carrying her to her target. At her zenith, the Terrible Texan crunched into a tight tuck then spread her limbs wide in the froggiest of Splashes…only to have Goodheart pull in her knees and IMPALE G-Money through her golden abdomen.
Gabby rolled from side to side, sputtering and gagging, wrapping her arms around her tummy as if to keep her internal organs in place. A flustered Soto watched in dismay as a chuckling if pained Violyt pushed to her feet and hovers over the anguished Caliente star.
“Oh Gibby-Gabs, I thought we were going to keep this friendly, then you went and put that gum-caked clodhopper of yours all up in my partner’s business?” Goodheart’s expression was solemn, almost somber as she pondered this gross breach of etiquette. “I believe a little role reversal exercise is needed to teach you some empathy, so here’s what we’re going to do. I’m going to be you…” the Princess of Peaksville stepped over her brunette (so that a boot was planted beside each hip), then bent down and took a wrist in either hand. Flipping the hair out of her eyes once she’d pulled Gabby’s arms into the air, Violyt finished, “…and you’ll be the gum.”
With that she raised her left knee to hip level and brought it down at least half a dozen times, Goodheart just stom-stom-STOMPING her shiny white boot into the pit of Mendoza’s stomach!
“C’mon ref!” Soto complained from outside. “She can’t just stomp on her like that!”
The Hell she can’t was on the tip of her tongue when Kylie remembered who was doing the stomping. Ignoring the ache in her jaw in favor of dealing with the Pink Stranger, Sanders reluctantly added her voice to Soshana’s. “Dork’s right, Carpenter! Do your damned job!”
Frowning, Goodheart paused her podiatric pummeling only to grrrrrrrriiiiinnnd the sole of her boot against Mendoza’s defenseless chest. “Are you saying you DON’T want her ground into the mat after she tried to kick your head off?”
“Couldn’t you just destroy each other?” Ky chirped. “That’d be great!”
“You’re clearly concussed.” Goodheart sighed. “Gotta have Vannacutt look you up after the meat wagon’s hauled this one away.” Returning her attention to Gabby, Violyt slid her foot up to the hollow of the brunette’s throat and YANKED up on her wrists!
“HHHRRRRRK!” Mendoza’s feet kicked frantically, the former Lightweight Champ putting everything into escaping the diabolical stranglehold.
Thankfully she had an ally in Al Carpenter. “Get your boot off her throat, Violyt. Now!”
“What? Make her get her throat off my boot! I can’t scrape it--”
“ONE! TWO! THREE! FO--”
Goodheart moved her foot back to Gabby’s chest and eased the pressure enough to pull the coughing Caliente Cutie into an awkward bridge. But just like that she let go and stamped down, the maniacal blonde THWUMPING Mendoza flat against the thinly-sheathed plywood. From there she dropped into a high Schoolgirl pin, the fork of Goodheart’s crotch snug against Gabby’s chin while the ref and the FAWNatics counted out…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
The Babyfaced Killer got her hands on Violyt’s butt and shoved her forward onto hands and knees to escape shortly before ‘THREE!’
Unperturbed by the Texan’s escape, Violyt spun around on one knee and reached for Mendoza’s hair only to catch her ear in a nasty pincer instead. “Starting to understand the suffering you’ve wrought on so many tasty, individually-wrapped lives, Gabby?” she doubled down on the ear twisting to ensure the brunette was moaning and groaning when Goodheart hauled her to boot-leather.
“Kiss my ass, gringa!” Mendoza hissed. “This isn’t about gum and you damned well know UUNNNGGGHH!”
Violyt pivoted on one foot to THUMP a Broadside Kneelift into the small of her opponent’s back. Gabby stumbled awkwardly, would’ve lost her balance if The Glittering Enigma hadn’t steadied her with a double handful of hair. Twisting around so they were back to back, Violyt abandoned the hair-hold to reach over her right shoulder with both hands to cup Mendoza’s chin. Soon as her fingers were clasped she bent her knees and leeeeeeeeeeeaned forward to muscle Gabby off her feet with an agonizing Hangman!
“You’re right, this isn’t about gum.” Goodheart admitted perhaps five seconds into the hold. “This isn’t about you at all, it’s about the beginning of a BEAUTIFUL friendship, but all you Negative Nancy’s keep trying to ruin it!”
Al had no vested interest in the burgeoning alliance between Goodheart and Sanders, he was however rather concerned by the pain etched in deep lines across Gabby Mendoza’s face. “How are you doing, Gabby? Need me to call it for the HEY!”
The ref didn’t get to finish and Gabs didn’t get to answer because he had to leap out of the way when Violyt began to spin with the Hangman still in place! “GET OUTTA THERE, DAMMIT!” Kylie shouted from the outside. “’C’MON, LET’S SEE SOME OF THAT CRAZY HIGHFLYING CRAP YOU DO SO--” Violyt laid out flat after half a dozen rotations to THWHUNK the brunette on the back of her head and shoulders courtesy of nasty Neckbreaker!
SPINNING HANGMAN'S NECKBREAKER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=t0lhIoUhU_E
Mendoza bounced to a seat, both arms swaddling her noggin in the wake of that ugly impac--“HHHHNNNNNGGGGGHHHHH!”
Violyt slid in from behind and threaded her legs around Gabby’s waist while simultaneously hooking her arms in a Full Nelson. A Bodyscissors seemed the most likely option, which was exactly why the Princess of Peaksville hooked her calves over Gabby’s shins and wrenched her legs apart in a tight Grapevine! “Got you on display now, Gabriella.” Goodheart whispered in her opponent’s ear. “Are you regretting your choices yet?”
Mendoza shook her head ’no’, the Bubbly Bombshell’s chin scraping against her sternum as she did so. “My only regret is not tearing you apart when I had the chanOOOOOOOOOWWWW BYTCH!”
Violyt used her left arm to trap Gabby’s arms in a tight loop, then she curled her right hand into a claw and raaaaaaaaaked that taut golden tummy from navel to solar plexus! She repeated this tactic three more times before shifting the focus of her ire to Mendoza’s girls, Goodheart raking from left to right in savage slow motion. “We can make this a catfight if you want.” Violyt’s voice was soft and mean in Mendoza’s ear. “I don’t have any oil in my little black bag, but I can still shred you into so much raw, bleeding meat for these nice people.”
“Yuuuuhhhh…. you don’t wanna go down that road with me, gringa.” Gabby groaned. “If I bring out the claws you’re gonna quit, Bytch-Face quAAARRHH!”
Violyt reached down and affixed a claw to the center of the Babyfaced Killer’s purple and gold trunks! “Oh, I LOVE that song!” Mendoza could feel Goodheart’s teeth against her ear as the blonde giggled in her ear. “I hope you’ll sing it for me before the match is oveHEY!”
Gabby twisted her legs loose from Violyt’s ‘Vine and threw herself backward into Goodheart to stack the weirdo on her shoulders for…
ONE…
TWO…
Violyt kicked her off and rolled in the opposite direction while Mendoza flopped onto her stomach and curled into a shuddering ball. “You got this Gabs, you got this!” Soshana shouted with as much confidence as she could muster, though Kylie could see the worry in her eyes.
Sanders didn’t exactly sympathize with the brat that’d hit her with a Super Kick a few minutes prior, but she sure as hell didn’t like seeing another of her defenders suffering the cruel machinations of this glittering freak. “Check her hands, Carpenter!” the Iowan barked at the official. “I smelled Tiger Balm earlier!”
Al didn’t take Kylie’s claims seriously, yet Goodheart must have because she promptly walked over and shoved her hands in the ref’s face! “They’re all clean, see!” she giggled to the startled official. “Well, maybe not as clean as they were at the start, I have been carving lines in Gabby’s grubby bod!”
Carpenter backed off without a word, which Goodheart took as a sign she was in the clear. With that settled, she strolled over to Mendoza and helped herself to a handful of hair to peel her off the “NNGGHH!”
The Babyfaced Killer jammed a Toe Kick into Violyt’s gut to double her over, then leapt into the air and hooked her right leg over the base of Goodheart’s neck to THWHAM her down flat on her face with a Fameasser! Violyt bounced onto her back in a woozy starfish while Mendoza slopped across her chest in a cover good for…
FAMEASSER @ 00:11
www.youtube.com/watch?v=RwJzJkNyzgA
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TWO…
THRNOOO!
The pinning combination was close enough to have Soshana skipping into the air in anticipation of a win and Kylie wondering how quickly she could get in the ring after the third slap to teach the Pink Stranger a lesson on how her life would be much better if she left Sanders alone. Both turned toward the crowd in disappointment not wanting to see Al confirm with two raised fingers.
Mendoza wasn’t as concerned with the lifted shoulder as her supporters, her furious visage showing a certain content in the opportunity to go feline to feline with the Glittering Enigma. She mounted Violyt in a forward-facing straddle, making with her best impression of the Lightweight title holder. Gettin’ Macy on the indie darling, Gabby THWACKED the blonde’s head from side to side with stinging slaps from either side. Goodheart’s cheeks go from pink to rosy to scarlet after a dozen scalding open hands.
“You opened this up, Gringa,” Gabby growled. “And there ain’t no puttin’ it back in the bottle.”
Relenting, the Babyfaced Killer placed her palms flat to Violyt’s bosom and pressed the flesh to her foe’s breastbone, compacting the breasts before hooking in her talons. Secured in her station, Gabby raised her backside, rising to a full kneel then POUNDED the glutes back into Goodheart’s midriff.
The burst of an exhale from between the Pink Stranger’s lips fueled Mendoza. She raised again thrusting her taut ass into Violyt’s breadbasket, treating her opponent like a bellows.
The soft beginning of a chant caught the air and Lil’ So-So quickly multiplies its strength adding her voice.
“Quit Bytchface, quit!”
She turned to Kylie, motioning for Sanders to join in. It’s as odd a sight as anyone thought likely to see entering the evening and yet, the Platinum Princess added her vocals to the choir.
“Quit bytchface, quit!”
Mexican Dynamite and Iowa Farmgirl, enemies on any other day, turned to the FAWNatics and, as Gabby laid backside to Violyt, gutting her a third time. They helped the crowd find their collective declaration.
‘QUIT BYTCHFACE, QUIT!’
Gabby scooted her crotch up to the chin of the Glitter Bombardier, giving up the grip on Violyt’s girls to treat the moaning Goodheart to a game of tit-for-tat. She lifted her chassis again and this time thrusts it down onto the pert chest of Goodheart, ramming the blonde’s bosom instead of her belly.
‘QUIT BYTCHFACE, QUIT!’
“Ask her,” Gabby interjected between the echoing chants.
Carpenter nodded and dropped to a knee next to Violyt, shouting to be heard over those assembled.
“Do you want to quit?”
A baby blue bug-eyed Violyt tried to spit out some words but another Butt Blast cut her off.
“Just tap if you want out,” Al advised.
The blonde’s left arm raises. Kylie and Soshana’s faces turned bright, the veneer of invincibility about to be shattered. But then Violyt’s right arm ascended, leaving Sanders confused. She’s going to tap with both hands?
Unfortunately for every chanting maniac in the house, the answer proved a resounding ‘no’.
Instead, she sank both sets of nails into the golden-skinned flesh over either of Mendoza’s hips, digging and chewing with the digits until a shrieking Gabby dismounts like she’s on fire. Mendoza hopped to her feet and staggered away a few steps, rubbing at her sides, ten rosy impressions still in place on the otherwise smooth skin of her flanks.
“Always wanted to see what that was like,” Violyt offers between breathy grunts. “Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaay overrated.”
Already far from being on Gabby’s good side, Goodheart fanned the fiery Latina into what appeared an internal inferno.
The flame of Caliente delivered stomp after stomp to chest and abdomen, making a glittering mudhole out of the Pink Stranger until any hint of a grin was wiped from the blonde’s pained face.
“The only thing overrated in this ring is your mystique,” a gassed Gabby huffed.
Mendoza dipped and sank a set of nails into Violyt’s scalp and scraped the blonde off the canvas, pulling Goodheart to vertical, the blonde on rubbery stems. The Latina gave her foe a shove to create some space then heads to the ropes behind her for more, rebounding as she accelerated. A wobbly Violyt approached with her arm extended, trying to fashion a reasonable facsimile to a Clothesline, when Gabby leapt at the Enigma, latching onto the limb.
The Babyfaced Killer used the wing to spin around Goodheart’s six and emerge the other side with a hastily created Front Facelock, the Terrible Texan turning her trip into a fabulous Float-over DDT.
FLOAT-OVER DDT @1:20
www.youtube.com/watch?v=jT61O24K2RQ
The impact of forehead to canvas-covered plywood sent the indie darling flopping to her back in a spasming starfish.
“COVER!” Kylie squealed with excitement.
On her way to a lateral press of the splayed blonde, Mendoza directed some of her fury at the mouthy Hawkeye then bore down on the Crossbody pin, hooking Violyt’s far leg for the…
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOO!
Seemingly kicking from instinct rather than awareness, Goodheart threw a shoulder off the deck and flopped to her side.
“Quit distracting her,” Soshana shouted at her makeshift ally. “Or I’m going to Flashbang you into 2021!”
Sanders stared hazel lasers at Lil’ So-So but swallowed any complaint, turning her attention back to the ring to see Mendoza climbing aboard Goodheart again, this time in a full body sandwich, though the Latina’s head was pointed toward Violyt’s feet.
Making sure the Glittering Enigma’s chin was tight to the juncture of her thighs, Mendoza slipped her slender legs around the braincase of the whack blonde with a Reverse Headscissors, crossing her stems at the ankles and pressurizing the skull of her foe. Face flushed between the flexing, golden gams of G-Money, Violyt pried fruitlessly at the tightening lower limbs and, though they didn’t have near the length of other stunning stems, it’s evident from Violyt’s fluttering lids, the Babyfaced Killer was well on her way to a KO.
Propping on her elbows, the perfect pearlies of the Texan grit as she put every bit of energy into popping Violyt’s baby blues out of her sockets from the force of the Scissors. She spat her pink chaw from between ruby lips, catching it in a palm.
Slipping a pair of fingers under the leg hole of Goodheart’s gear, she shoved the sugary goo into the Pink Stranger’s sweet spot, making sure it’s in a private location before pulling her hand free and patting Violyt’s spandex sheath.
“You startin’ to understand, gringa? Your rep don’t mean shyt to a badass Latina.”
“Hell yeah!” Kylie shouted from the floor. “Arriba…ma amiga!”
“You’re not Muy Caliente,” Soto interrupted, trying to hush the Platinum Princess from sidetracking her partner again. “Stop trying to make that a thing.”
Kylie offered no response, she was trying to reconcile her disdain for all things Violyt Goodheart with the wave of sympathetic disgust that’d washed over her during the Bubblicious addition to the blonde’s trun--
“PAY ATTENTION, MENDOZA!” the blonde bellowed without warning. “SHE’S GONNA HOOK--”
“AAARRRRRHHHH SHYT!” Gabby wailed in pained surprise when Goodheart hooked both thumbs into her leg-holes and made those purple and gold briefs vanish with a cringe-worthy wedgie! Mendoza abandoned the Scissors and rolled in one direction, her hands already plucking and tweasing at the distended material. As for Violyt, she barreled in the other direction, the oddball blonde rasping and gaping as oxygen flooded her system. Goodheart’s escape brought her to within spitting distance of both Sanders and Soto, but only the latter dared crowd the red-faced weirdo.
“Who’s mild now, chica?” Soshana taunted the Glittering Enigma. “Looks like Gabby’s a little too spicy for your weird asNNNGGGHHH!”
Violyt flicked a hand through the strands to catch Soto across the mouth with a dismissive Bytch Slap. “Get outta here, loser.” she giggled. “You’re bothering HAIR! HAIR!”
Little Dynamite lunged, caught a double handful of Violyt’s locks and would’ve tugged her to the floor then and there if not for the concentrated efforts of Kylie Sanders and Algernon Carpenter. “Let go of her, idiot!” Kylie barked even as she wrapped a controlling arm around Soto’s waist. “She’s trying to get Mendoza disqualified!”
“Back off, Soshana!” the ref added. “Right now or I’ll throw you outta here!” Soto cursed, broke the grip and shrugged loose of Kylie’s grip in a single disgusted motion.
Meanwhile, Gabby stamped up behind her blonde, grabbed both ankles and draaaaaaaaaagged her out into the middle of the squared circle. Moving around to get at Goodheart’s hair once she’d tossed her boots aside, Mendoza hauled her foe to verticality, then switched over to a Wristlock and whipped her into an empty corner as hard as she could. Violyt hit the buckles with a low BWUUUNG and stumbled back the way she’d came, both hands pressed tight to the small of her aching back. She was maybe four steps out of the buckles when Mendoza rushed in and hopped--
Goodheart’s left hand flew to her chin an instant before she blew a small cloud of red and green glitter into Gabby’s unsuspecting mug! Understandably distracted by the continued bickering between Kylie and Soshana, Al didn’t see the glitter bombing itself, he only heard Gabby’s startled cry and a heavy thud as she landed on the deck. By the time he turned around, Violyt had Gabby stood up back-to with her left arm slung across the brunette’s chest. Snatching a handful of Mendoza’s waistband for extra leverage, Goodheart muscled her off the mat and pulled her close enough for Gabs to hook her legs around the blonde’s midsection in an involuntary Scissors.
“Happy thoughts, Gabriella.” Violyt planted a quick kiss on her foe’s temple. “Keep thinking happy thoughts.” The words were barely out of her mouth when she rocked up on her heels and laid out on her back to THWHUNK Mendoza down flat on her face and chest!
HAPPY THOUGHTS @ 5:10
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ula_ftLmtdA
“GET UP, GABBY!” Soshana pounded her palms against the apron, hoping the percussion would rouse her flattened friend.
“C’mon Mendoza!” Kylie added. “You’re better than her, don’t let that freak push you around!”
Violyt had wasted no time trapping Gabby in a Front Facelock after that big dose of Happy Thoughts, but she paused in her work at the sound of the ‘F’ word. “What did you say?” she asked in a near whisper.
Sanders hesitated for a moment, hoping it might give Mendoza a few precious seconds to recover. “You heard me.”
“Yeah, I did.” Goodheart tossed Gabby’s near arm across her shoulders, grabbed another handful of waistband and got to her feet with the Caliente Cutie dragged along for the ride. Pivoting to ensure she was facing Al (which in turn ensured he couldn’t see the glitter on Gabby’s face) the Princess of Peaksville dipped her knees and muscled / yanked Mendoza into position directly overhead, then kicked her feet forward and dropped down flat to THWHONK the crown of Gabby’s skull against the deck via a malicious Brainbuster!
BRAINBUSTER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=LfKOzc33gMI
With Mendoza transformed from Bubblicious to ‘busted, Violyt pushed to all fours and swung her right leg over the brunette’s head so she could settle down atop Gabby’s noggin in a snug Front Face Sit. Catching a double handful of her opponent’s dark hair, Goodheart yanked the Texan’s flushed features against the center of her trunks and proceeded to bounce in place once, twice, three times. Al saw this and swooped in to make the count only to stop when Violyt hit him with a disproving stare.
“Not so fast there, Algernon.” she murmured. “Gibby Gabs shoulders aren’t on the mat, I made sure of that. Means you can’t count her down just yet… but you can enjoy my cover of a traditional holiday favorite!”
Still holding Mendoza’s features to her undercarriage, the blonde rose up on her knees only to drop down again, a technique she repeated almost half a dozen times in as many seconds! It took a second verse for the FAWNatics to pick up what she was laying (smashing?) down, butt they picked it up quickly enough, much to the dismay of Soshana Soto.
‘Quit, quit, bytch-face quit! Quit, quit, bytch-face quit!’
“C’mon Gabby, you can get out of this!” Soto shouted over the fickle fans in an effort to bolster her partner’s struggling spirits. “Toss that poseur off and show her what a real Butt Bomb feels li--”
Goodheart let go of Mendoza’s hair so she could snatch hold of the brunette’s wrists before she could snag Violyt’s briefs. Driving Gabby’s hands into the mat hard enough to earn a loud ‘UNNNGGGHH!’ Violyt continued to bounce with all her weight, though now she interspersed the bouncing with taut little figure eight swipes, this aggressive abrasion just grinding away what remained of Mendoza’s resolve.
“MMRRRRPPPHHHH! MMMGGGGMMPPHH!” Gabby whined and huffed against the bright pink trunks, her own usually domineering glutes thumping sullenly against the mat as she tried and failed to-- Mendoza stretched her right leg out full length and THUNKED that heel against the mat half a dozen times while squealing something that sounded like ‘AYEGHEVHUPAAAAAAIIIIEEEEEE STAAAAAAAAHHHP!” Violyt reached back with one hand and affixed a white-knuckle claw to her opponent’s crotch as revenge for the Bubblicious indignity she’d suffered earlier.
Carpenter called for the bell while Soshana pounded an angry fist against the apron, her mood growing that much darker when the Announcer confirmed, “Ladies and gentlemen, your winner via submission… VIOLYT GOODHEART!”
“This is YOUR fault.” Soto growled at Kylie. “If you hadn’t been out here running your damned mouth the whole match she could’ve focused on OOOOFFFFFFHHH!”
The Pleasant Valley Pariah caught Soshana by the wrist and yanked her into a short, albeit savage Clothesline that turned Soto inside out before she hit the floor.
“Don’t ever put your goddamned hands on me, asshole.” Kylie snarled down at the woozy brunette.
“Yeah, that’s why I’m here!” Goodheart added from almost directly overhead. Kylie started, backed up, almost tripped on the base of the ramp. “See, Kiki? That’s why you need me to watch your six. That reminds me, where do you get your gear? I want to make sure we’re matching when we put Muy Mild down for--”
“We’re. Not. Partners.” Kylie growled. “Get it through your cracked skull, Goodheart. I don’t WANT a tag partner and if I did, you’d be my LAST choice. I’m a future Hall of Famer, you’re a babbling lunatic. There’s NOTHING you can offer--”
“That’s where you’re wrong.” Goodheart interrupted quietly. “I can give you the one thing on this roster no one else can. I can make these people love you again, Kylie. I can make them cheer for you… I can make them fear for you. And trust me when I say that if you refuse me a third time… I will.” Violyt waited a beat, then clapped her hands and smiled. “But I’m sure it won’t come to that! Hey, if you want to get your gear the same place as me, I go to a little shop over offa Princeton. It’s just behind a…”
Sanders shook her head, turned around and started up the ramp, the blonde pointedly not looking over a shoulder (or up at the ‘tron) as she made her exit.
Goodheart fetched a heavy sigh, then glanced to Al and said, “One more chance, Algernon. That girl’s got one more chance.”
“What happens if she squanders it?” the official asked even though he didn’t really want to know.
“I’m not quite sure yet,” Violyt admitted as she leaned down and pulled the small fork from her left boot, “but it will definitely involve cake.”