Post by hawkeye on Feb 3, 2021 2:03:00 GMT
Trying to overcome the nausea of seeing a slew of Sinclairs end up victorious and ebullient, the Platinum Pixie turns her sour face from the celebrating Upstarts and her thoughts to tonight’s harrowing task. Her expensive roadblocks have proven anything but for the Glittering Enigma, the wins earning the former indie darling a chance to prove to her would-be tag partner how well she could perform in the ring, woman to woman.
And if she lost? Bethany had already made such a catastrophic result akin to signing a contract for Glittering Platinum to begin charting their course to tag gold.
“No f’n way,” Sanders blurts to no one in particular at the thought. Tonight’s hired hand turns to her employer.
“Que?”, the riotous Rio native asks, Luisa Campos, looking over Kylie quizzically.
“Nothing,” Sanders responds. “Look. I apologize for not coming to you from the beginning. Rooney. Mendoza. HUGE MISTAKES.”
“I could’ve told you that, amiga. But you’ve got nothing to worry about tonight, senorita. You’re like a babe in my arms and Goodheart is as good as gone after you beat her.”
Kylie smiles nervously, Pearls’ wisdom ringing true.
“And a hefty bonus, my Brazilian badass. I don’t skimp when it comes to survival.”
The sound of Iggy gettin’ ‘Fancy’ alerts the women it’s time to take their place on the Chills stage.
FANCY
(http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=O-zpOMYRi0w )
As the assembled let loose with their usual barrage of animosity, Kylie and Luisa push through the curtains.
Though many question Sanders’ ability and even more her ethical indiscretions, no one can deny her power to stir passion. She immediately brings the crowd to a boil, the collective hate moving like a presence toward the silvery-bobbed, elfin beauty as she moves to center stage, Campos close behind.
KYLIE SANDERS
LUISA CAMPOS
The former Vanilla is anything but Chill, but a whispered word from the Brazilian Bombshell seems to steady the Hawkeye’s nerves.
Kylie moves down the ramp and aisle, sneering at the haters and muffing her ears against the early chants of ‘TROLL…TROLL…TROLL”
Drawing on echoes of her original gear, Sanders sports a multi-strapped, yellow-gold sports bra topside with black boy-cut shorts, black boots and pads.
(https://www.yandy.com/Multi-Strapped-Microfiber-Sports-Bra.php )
FAWN’s Most Hated reaches the ring, the stage where she holds the record for most wins of any FAWN wrestler but also and more so the most defeats. The Hawkeye climbs the steps and demands Al Carpenter open the ropes for her. He does for both Kylie and her guardian, blonde and raven-haired grapplers entering in unison.
Luisa is ready to tangle in a sleek black velvet two-piece, cut high on the hips. Two sets of three strings of pearls descend from between the cups of the top, one set running underneath each breast before connecting back to the strap underneath the arm. The pads at knee and elbow were matte black, though her black boots were polished to a gleaming shine.
Campos kindly suggests those jeering and chanting kiss her and her benefactor’s ass with raised middle fingers, collecting bonus points with a grinning Sanders before the festivities begin.
Luisa leads Kylie to the middle, showing off the Pleasant Valley Pariah like the future Hall of Famer Sanders dreams herself to be.
Trying to get on the Pixie’s good side, Al asks if FAWN’s Most Hated wants a microphone. She shakes him off.
“My girl’s all business,” Campos informs. “Get that Pink Disaster down here so we can divide the women from the girls, enseguida.”
“As soon as we give you the once over,” the official responds.
The pernicious pairing of Pixie and Pearls was busy holding off the pre-match inspection of one Al Carpenter when the speakers broke 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
The sound of it made Kylie grimace, so Luisa laid a hand on one shoulder and gave it a squeeze. “Don’t sweat it.” Campos murmured. “You’re a legend. She’s a lunatic.”
Sanders nodded, but it didn’t stop the chill from running up her spine when the Announcer went on. “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 Glittering Enigma that wanted nothing more than to be best friends with the Pleasant Valley Pariah. 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 pink and silver glitter at the start of the chorus! From the center of this multicolored maelstrom emerged the strangely subdued figure of Violyt Goodheart. “Yaaaaaaaaaaaay.” she droned to the camera with no trace of her usual enthusiasm. “This is it, the match I’ve wanted my entire career. It’s a dream come true. Yaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay.”
Her body language suggested this was a long way from the truth, yet whatever reluctance she felt didn’t stop the Pink Stranger from starting down the ramp to the squared circle. Paying no attention whatsoever to the dozens of hands extended from each side of the aisle, Goodheart didn’t so much skip as she did drudge, the blonde shuffling her feet so much she might as well have been kicking invisible rocks. For tonight’s Trust Exercise against her partner to be, Goodheart wore bubble-gum pink trunks with a V-shaped white trim 'belt' and much thinner white trim around the leg holes. Above this was a matching halter-style top with white trim along the neckline and edges. Her pads at knee and elbow were a matching pink, boots were gleaming white while her wrist tape was rainbow patterned. Atop all this she wore a classic white nylon windbreaker with pink trim at the collar and cuffs. It was the back of this windbreaker that offered concrete evidence that all was not as it seemed when it came to the Princess of Peaksville. Sure, the Lisa Frank style portrait of a unicorn flying over a rainbow was perfectly on brand, however the message below advised the reader to ’Eat Sh!t and Die!’ in a disconcertingly cartoonish script.
Pausing at the foot of the steps, she fetched a heavy sigh, then started up to the apron and slipped through only to immediately settle into the nearest corner. “Ummmmhhh, you ok, Violyt?” Carpenter asked as he went through final inspection of pads and boots without so much as a word from the frenetic battler.
“Yeah.” Goodheart replied in desultory fashion. “Just ring the bell so I can get through this nonsense.”
CLANG!
Bolstered by the brunette lurking near her corner, Kylie wasted no time making for the center of the ring when the bell sounded. Noting a decided lack of urgency from the weirdo that’d been hounding her the last few months, Sanders pressed the toe of one boot to the canvas and swept a line between she and Violyt. “C’mon punk!” she demanded of Goodheart. “You wanted this so badly, let’s see what you’ve got!”
Violyt looked around, shook her head and fetched a heavy sigh.
“Don’t ignore me, freak!” Ky barked. “If I have to come over there, you’re not gonna like it!”
Goodheart’s expression perked up a little. “Is that so? Perhaps you’d care to come over here and test that theory?”
The Pleasant Valley Pariah took two steps forward, then hooked left to go straight over to Al Carpenter. “Go get her out of the corner, Carpenter! She can’t spend the whole match hiding from me!”
Al looked over to Violyt and said, “Match is live, Vi. Do I need to count?”
“No.” the Pink Stranger’s tone was that of a sulky toddler confronted with some minor chore. Shoulders slumped, she kicked an invisible rock out of her way, then started toward the increasingly impatient Hawkeye.
“Watch her close.” Campos called from outside. “She’s a freak, but she’s crafty.”
Kylie nodded, then hunched forward in a grappler’s crouch only to straighten up again as Goodheart showed no inclination to prepare for a clinch. “What the hell’s your problem, huh?” Sanders ‘smecked’ her palms into the other blonde’s chest, rocking her back on her heels for a moment. “This is what you wanted, right? Right?” she shoved Violyt twice more to the same non-response. “You think this is funny?” Kylie fumed. “You’re dogging me at every turn for three months and now we’re finally sharing a ring and you can’t even get your hands up?” The former World Champion followed with another rough shove, then reared back and CRACKED Goodheart’s face with a scathing Bytch Slap. “Don’t you dare ignore me, freak! You better look me in the eye when I’m talking to WHOAHEYRRGGGGHHH!”
Violyt swept her aggrieved adversary into a Collar & Elbow and marched her back to the corner that Sanders had so recently vacated.
“Break! Break dammit!” Kylie shouted for Carpenter’s assistance the instant she hooked a foot over the bottom rope. “Get her off, I’m in the freakin’ ro--”
The Princess of Peaksville grabbed Kylie’s head in her left hand, it wasn’t quite a fish-face, but there was more than enough pressure to silence the veteran while Goodheart forced heated eye contact. “Haven’t you been listening AT ALL?” she almost screamed the last two words. “This is the furthest thing from what I wanted, you willful, impudent br--”
Al hurried over and slipped an arm between the blondes. “Ok ladies, enough of that. Let’s have a nice, clean break.”
“You heard him.” Sanders growled. “Back the hell up.”
Ignoring the hand Carpenter laid on her shoulder, Goodheart shook her head in disgust and murmured, “You, Kylie Sanders, are trying my patience.”
Kylie almost choked on her indignation, but managed to steady her nerves when the Pink Stranger raised both hands and retreated to the middle of the squared circle. “Don’t let her rent space in your head.” Diamonds noted while Sanders took a moment to adjust. “You’re Kylie f’n Sanders, that puta is destined for a rubber room.
“More like a morgue.” the Iowan glowered before she went out to meet her enigmatic adversary.
Urgency wasn’t a problem now, Goodheart and Sanders came together like they were magnetized, the pair of blondes pushing and shoving one another in an enthusiastic Collar & Elbow. Neither gained an advantage until Ky twisted her hips and pumped a Broadside Kneelift across the expanse of her foe’s tummy. With her next breath she dipped low, slipped an arm through Violyt’s legs and took her up, over and down with a flawless Fireman’s Carry. Snatching Goodheart’s left wrist as soon as the weirdo hit the mat, Sanders wedged Violyt’s wing beneath her armpit, then reached across with that hand to palm her right bicep while that hand bore down on her foe’s left shoulder.
FIREMAN'S CARRY & ARMBAR:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=tEek11LZygE
“Yeah, that’s right, dislocate her damned shoulder!” Campos called as the simple Armbar caused Goodheart to grimace as she struggled to a seat.
Kylie squeezed a little tighter while simultaneously reefing up on the hold. “It’s not gonna come to that, Diamonds.” the veteran sneered. “Because Violyt here is going to see reason before I do any real damage, isn’t that right, Violyt?” The other blonde didn’t answer fast enough for Sanders’ liking (which was to say, she remained stubbornly silent) so FAWN’s Most Hated let go of her shoulder and aggressively scraped the bony ridge of her forearm across Goodheart’s face. “I said, ISN’T THAT RIGHT, VIOOOOWWWW DAMMIT!”
Rather than defend against the painful abrasion, Violyt reached up ’n across with her free hand and dragged her nails down the side of Sanders’ face!
“That’s right, I forgot you like to play rough. Well so do I!” Ky treated Goodheart to another quick forearm scrub, then hooked two fingers into the corner of her opponent’s mouth and pulled, hard. “You’re not tough enough to be a worthy challenge.” Sanders sneered as she continued to wrench on Vi’s shoulder and cheek. “And you’re sure as hell not tough… or sane enough, to be my partnerRRRGGGGHHH!”
Violyt reached for the veteran again, only this time she caught Sanders’ nose between the lower knuckles of her index and middle finger, a stubby pincer that threatened to twist Kylie’s nose clean off her face!
“Hey, make her break the hold, Carpenter!” Campos barked to the official. “No way that shyt’s legal!”
The lanky official actually earned some points with the brunette thanks to the quick way he hurried to check on her employer, alas he immediately lost them all when he patted Kylie on the shoulder and said, “Get that hook out of her mouth, Ky!”
“What?” Diamonds barked. “Are you crazier than she is? Get her offa Kylie’s nose!”
Goodheart actually released her grip without prompting from the zebra, not that this meant much for Sanders as the Princess of Peaksville immediately balled that hand into a fist and slammed it into the pit of Kylie’s stomach, pak-pak-pak! Hissing as she absorbed the body blows, Sanders abandoned the Fishhook in favor of snatching a huge handful of Violyt’s golden locks. “You crazy bytch, I’ll teach you to respect me even if I have to tear you aparAAAARRGGGHHH!” Kylie might’ve been done with hooks but Goodheart was just getting started, as the Pleasant Valley Pariah discovered stuffed two fingers into her attacker’s nostrils.
“All right, that’s enough, both of you!” Carpenter warned as the blondes struggled to boot-leather without giving up their respective grips. “ONE! TWO! THREE! FO--”
The Pink Stranger broke the claw, flattened that hand into a paddle and CLAPPED it against Sanders’ left ear! Kylie didn’t actually give up the hair-hold or the remnants of the Armbar, but they loosened enough for Violyt to shoot in and drive a shoulder into the other wrestler’s belly. Cinching her arms around Kylie’s upper thighs, Goodheart hoisted her up onto that encroaching shoulder and stormed to the nearest corner where she BWUUUNGED her burden against the buckles. That initial impact was enough to set Sanders’ butt against the middle turnbuckle, so Violyt straightened up and went nose to nose with her would-be bestie.
“You have terrible, terrible trust issues.” she said quietly. “Your survival instinct is pretty lousy too. But don’t worry, Kiki. I can fix both.”
Promise made, she laced her hands across the back of Kylie’s head, thus ensuring a sturdy grip when she stepped back and sent her soaring through the aether to THWHAM down flat on her face, chest and belly more than halfway across the squared circle!
Sanders muttered curses into the canvas, hands moving to her bruised beak. She rolled to her back in time for Violyt to arrive and snatch her by the limited locks she had available. Finding enough of a handhold in Sanders’ platinum bob, Goodheart tugged Ky to her feet.
“Not that you’ll be able to survive me unchanged,” the Pink Stranger informed, “but a little change is good.”
Violyt moved alongside the vertical if stooped Hawkeye. She deftly lifted Kylie’s near leg, placing it behind her neck, then showed she could make a point in more ways than being Miss Crazy Pants, flipping the slighter blonde up and over, introducing Sanders’ face to the deck again, this time with a Backdrop Facebuster.
BACKDROP FACEBUSTER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=TIw1HNXKvjA
The former Vanilla bounced off the mat, she hit with such force, then settled on her chest, boots pattering against the canvas as Ky’s hands shot to her features again.
A kneeling Goodheart pushed Kylie to her back but shunned a pinning attempt. Instead she maneuvered to her backside at her foe/future partner’s noggin and grabbed Sanders by it, pulling the back of Ky’s cranium into her lap. Quickly surrounding the Hawkeye’s head with her sinewy stems, Violyt wrapped the braincase in a Figure-Four scissors, one leg pressed under Kylie’s chin, the other locking it in place.
Goodheart squeezed her trap shut, Kylie’s battered face almost immediately turning a rosier shade. Sanders pried at Violyt’s legs fruitlessly. Quickly determining the futility of the endeavor, she clawed at Goodheart’s thighs, prompting a disappointed ‘tsk tsk’ing from the former indie darling.
“You’ve got spunk, Kiki, the Pink Stranger complimented, “but you have to mean the things you do.”
With that said, Violyt fashioned her right hand into a set of talons and scraped them across Kylie’s already abused features, drawing a shriek from FAWN’s Most Hated and a complaint from this month’s hired help on the sidelines.
Sanders flailed wildly, trying to pull Violyt’s nails away with a grip on her foe’s wrist, but it’s strictly Goodheart who decided when she’ll relent, giving Ky’s mangled cheek a soft pet when she’s done, a squeaking Sanders rubbing at the welt trails.
Unable to help herself, Violyt snatched the right hand Ky used, pulling it away from the face of the Platinum Pixie and bending back the pinkie to a disturbing angle. Kylie cried out in all-new anguish, trying to shake her hand loose but unable.
“There’s so many things I can do to the human body,” Violyt murmured. “And I wouldn’t be doing them to you if we were a team. Capisce?”
Sanders understood very little except Goodheart seemed intent on proceeding through each one of her fingers, showing how far they could move in the wrong direction.
Finally, unlocking her Scissors, Violyt climbed to her feet, drawing a grimacing Ky there by a bent thumb. A doubled Sanders pleaded with her plaintive, free left hand for mercy.
Instead, Violyt tugged the Platinum Pixie toward her with her handle, spinning Kylie through a 180, pulling her in close from behind, the thumb grip morphing into a Hammerlock. Goodheart latched onto the opposite ivory arm of the FAWN original, throwing it over her dipped head. Moving her left arm behind Ky’s near leg, the Glittering Enigma scooped Sanders high off the canvas and laid out, THWUMPING Kylie’s spine to the deck with a Hammerlock Suplex.
HAMMERLOCK SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=RQCr_uaWSj8
The slender Sanders was rocked by the collision but reflexively rolled to her chest to prevent a pin. Unfortunately, it allowed Goodheart to continue her rampage in another direction, as the Pink Stranger latched onto Sanders’ left arm, pulling it wide and mounting it. Violyt dropped to her knees, pointed away from Ky’s torso, a Dis-Arm-Her secured.
DIS-ARM-HER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=FQKl6L08fq8
The crowd’s volume turned up several notches in the excitement of an impending Sanders’ loss, but Kylie’s pre-match foresight saved her when Luisa reached under the bottom rope, out of Carpenter’s eyesight, and yanked a lower limb of the former Chill toward her, placing it on the bottom rope.
“AL!” Pearls shouted, pointing at the boot on the cable.
Carpenter called for the break and a snickering Violyt releases at ‘FOUR’. She climbed to her feet and turned to Campos.
“Once Kiki and I get things settled here, I’m afraid you, my little fake-ID Brazilian, are going to learn everything your boss is and then some.”
Campos hopped to the apron, grabbed the top rope, shaking it.
“Why wait, puta?” Campos asked.
“Good question.”
Violyt stepped over the mewling Sanders, Ky with another broken body part to tend to. But before Goodheart could go nose to nose, Kylie shuffled to her derriere, wrapped her ankles around one of Goodheart’s and tugged backward on her foe’s near leg. Tripping the indie darling to the canvas, Kylie captured Violyt in a Small Package for the…
ONE…
TWO…
Goodheart sprang free with Carpenter’s hand short of a third slap. She popped to her feet and gave her future partner a golf clap.
“See? That’s why I don’t give up on you, Kiki. Because you don’t give up on yourself.”
“Don’t patronize me, freak,” the long-time vet muttered as she pushed to her haunches in front of the approaching Glittering Enigma.
“And there you go again. Ruining it.”
Violyt reached for Kylie’s silvery bob but Sanders wrapped both palms around the approaching arm and tugged her foe violently past, the dipped Goodheart sent flying through the ropes and tumbling to the outside.
Kylie wearily pushes to her feet and grabbed Carpenter by a shoulder, pulling him into a face-to-face.
“How do I look?” the Platinum Pixie asked, trying her best to control a sob. “She disfigured me, didn’t she?”
As Al tried to assure the Pleasant Valley Pariah it will all buff out, Luisa stomped a samba on the pooled Violyt before latching onto her golden locks and pulling the staggered Goodheart to her feet. Taking a quick glance in the ring, Pearls saw she had more time. Leaping into the air, Campos dropped to her ass, the flesh slapping loudly with the thinly-padded concrete. Between her extended stems, the Pink Stranger’s forehead BANGED into the same surface with much more serious results.
Inside the ring, Kylie drew Carpenter close, thanking him for being so comforting and understanding, then she pushed Al out of the way and moved to the ropes where a semiconscious Violyt laid beneath.
“You aren’t looking so hot,” Ky snickered between pained grunts as she pulled Goodheart to rubbery legs and NAILED her with a European Uppercut one, two and three times! With a dazed Violyt mid-ring, Sanders headed for the ropes and came sprinting out of the rebound. Lowering as she closed on her target, Kylie BURIED a shoulder into the midriff of the Glittering Enigma.
Violyt’s RIPPED off her feet by the Spear, the relatively small frame of Sanders more than accounted for by a perfect form tackle that splatters Violyt to the canvas. Kylie draped across the top of her not so secret admirer, too weary to hook a leg but hoping for the best with the…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
Goodheart twisted loose with a half second to spare, her escape earning a surprisingly positive cheer from the assembled FAWNatics. Long having believed the idiots couldn’t disappoint her any further, Sanders glanced out into the crowd with a mix of disgusted incredulity. “Are you freakin’ kidding me?” she shouted to no one in particular. “This animal has threatened to gouge my face with a cake fork and you’re CHEERING her?”
They responded in the affirmative, which did nothing for the Iowan’s foul mood. “Oh, so you like head trauma now, do you? Well cheer THIS, ass-hats!” Returning her attention to Violyt, Sanders straddled her foe’s waist, then snatched a double handful of hair and ripped her head off the mat just to TWHONK it back down! One was unpleasant but hardly traumatic, so Kylie kept at it, the Pleasant Valley Pariah just thunk-thunk-thunk-THWHUNKING Goodheart’s malfunctioning melon against the thinly-sheathed plywood almost a dozen times.
“There, cheer me now! C’mon, let’s hear it, losers!” Kylie popped to her feet and spread her arms wide, presumably because she expected to be showered in praise. Alas the only positive reaction came from Luisa Campos, everyone else increased their vitriol until it merged into a unified ‘TROLL!’ chant that had the veteran’s blood boiling. “All right, that’s it. That is goddamned IT!”
Kylie ‘rounded on the vulnerable blonde and stomped her from sternum to tummy and back again before she bent down and scraped Goodheart off the mat with a double handful of hair. A quick Headbutt to the bridge of the nose kept Violyt’s legs nice and rubbery while the Iowan dipped down and muscled the weirdo across her shoulders for a Fireman’s Carry. A full rotation wasn’t the beginning of an Airplane Spin, just a way to show Goodheart off before Sanders went up on tiptoes and tossed her burden forward and down while simultaneously dropping to one knee, Kylie SPIKING Violyt’s midriff atop the posted joint in a perfect Gutbuster.
FIREMAN'S CARRY GUTBUSTER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=uX92_blvtxA
“Good plan, good plan!” Campos offered Sanders more applause when FAWN’s Most Hated clamped down on Goodheart to make sure she couldn’t wriggle away. “Don’t let that freak go anywhere, keep her close and rip her apart!”
Kylie flashed the brunette an evil smile as she muscled the Glittering Enigma back into the Fireman’s Carry and got to her feet. “Ripping is too good for this piece of garbage.” Sanders told Pearls. “I’m gonna grind her into the mat like the stain she is!”
With that Kylie ran toward the ropes only to kick both legs out and drop back to THAWHUMP Violyt into the deck with a Samoan Drop! Kicking her legs up on impact, Sanders somersaulted over the splattered blonde to regain her feet a short distance from Goodheart. Just like that she charged again and leapt over her prone adversary, Kylie tucking her knees up against her chest to ensure every bit of her hundred and twelve pounds was bunched up in the Senton she dropped flush across Violyt’s chest! The Pink Stranger sat up as soon as Sanders did the same, but the veteran stretched her out immediately thereafter and bundled both legs in a Back Press that lasted through…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
Goodheart powered out and sat up, her escape earning Al Carpenter a sharp look from the Pleasant Valley Pariah. That’s all it was though, as Sanders snuggled in behind the blonde and pinioned both arms up over her head in a Full Nelson. “One chance, freak show.” Ky sneered in Violyt’s ear even as she forced the other wrestler’s chin into her breastbone. “Leave me alone before you really get hurt!”
“Buuuuhhhh… being alone is the LAST thing you need, Kylie Bear.” Goodheart groaned. “Being alone is what got you into this mess in the first place. But don’t worry. You’ll never be alone as long as I’m arouHEYYEERRRRGGGGGHHH!”
Not about to ponder a future with this giggling maniac, Sanders turned Violyt onto her stomach, climbed aboard and CRANKED back with a vertebrae-torturing Full Nelson Camel Clutch.
FULL NELSON CAMEL CLUTCH:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=cdcKWP83Rho
“GIVE UP!” Kylie screamed at her wriggling prey. “GIVE UP OR I’LL SNAP YOU IN TWO!”
“In…into what?” Goodheart giggled through clenched teeth. “You can barely handle one of me, no way you’d like twOOOORRRRGGGHHH!”
Sanders set her feet, then rocked back on her heels to put even more strain on Vi’s suffering spine. “Oh yeah, just go ahead and call it now, Carpenter!” Luisa called to the official. “Lookit the crazy puta, Ky’s got her bent in a damned circle!”
It wasn’t quite that bad, but Al couldn’t argue that it was a most painful contortion so he dropped to one knee and asked, “How you doing, Violyt? Need me to call for--”
“Room service? I’d love some! Get me an open-faced turkey sandwich and a root beer fl--”
“Enough nonsense, damn you!” Kylie snarled. “You’re finished, so just admit it and--” Sanders faded off in disgusted silence when the Princess of Peaksville began wriggling the both of ‘em toward the edge of the squared circle.
Pearls saw the uncertainty that flashed across her employer’s face and did her best to put a stop to it then and there. “Break her. Right now. She can crawl all she wants, she’s not getting a hand on these ropes! This assertion seemed to bolster the FAWN Original and she did indeed pour even more power into the Clutch. Agonizing though it was, Goodheart’s progress never slowed. In fact it seemed to speed up as she drew closer and closer to freed-- boos from the sold out throng when Campos hooked the middle rope and pulled it out of Violyt’s grasp when she was a heartbeat away.
“What do you think you’re doing, Luisa?” Carpenter barked. “Let go of the rope!”
“What’s the matter? I skipped arm day, just trying to catch--”
Goodheart lurched forward and bit down on the bottom rope!
“Break! That’s a break, let her go, Kylie!”
The ref expected Sanders to delay long enough to necessitate a count, so he was pleasantly surprised when Kylie let go and got to her feet, an unquestionably clean break that took her all the way to the middle of the ring. Alas this was a perfect example of doing the right thing for the wrong reason as Sanders’ compliance allowed Luisa to snatch a double handful of hair and throttle Goodheart’s throat across the rubber-coated steel!
The FAWNatics called Carpenter’s attention to the infraction almost at once and Campos was so delighted by her work that she didn’t let go before the ref caught her red-handed. “Back off, Luisa!” Al shouted at the irritated brunette. “Put another finger on her and you’re going to the back.”
“Hey, don’t talk to her like that!” Sanders spun the official around and jabbed a finger into his chest. “She’s got her manager’s license and frankly I feel lot safer with her out here watching my back! God knows what that freak could get away with right under your nose!”
Holding her place long enough to confirm Sanders had Carpenter’s undivided attention, Luisa hurried back to the edge of the ring and snatched hold of Goodheart’s ha--“AAAAARRRRRRHHHH!”
The Glittering Enigma shared a bit of her magic with Pearls via a handful of glitter blown straight into Luisa’s eyes! Losing all interest in Al when she saw her insurance policy scramble away in a tottering panic, Kylie rushed over to Violyt and hauled her to boot-leather. “That’s gonna cost you, freak.” Sanders sneered as she peeled Goodheart off the strands. “A helluva lot more than you’re able to pa--”
The Princess of Peaksville went low, wrapped her arms around Kylie’s upper thighs and shot up on tiptoe just to ‘TWANG!’ the living legend throat-first across the top rope! Sanders bounced away, reeled around and got gutted with a Toe Kick that made her easy pickin’s for Goodheart and her Front Facelock. Catching hold of Ky’s waistband once the Iowan’s near arm was draped across her shoulders, Violyt hoisted her to high noon, then laid out flat to SPIKE her foe’s head and shoulders into the mat with a perfect Brainbuster! Goodheart floated into a Crossbody while the crowd was still roaring, the off-kilter blonde not missing a beat as she hooked the far leg for…
BRAINBUSTER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=MOfTq3Jy-UY
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOO!
Sanders pushed her right shoulder off the canvas a few inches, drawing a groan of disappointment from the crowd but a soft chuckle from the Pink Stranger.
“See?” Violyt asked, looking at Al, Carpenter offering only two fingers in the former indie darling’s direction. “She wants to keep playing! I knew she liked me… deep down.”
The official appeared unconvinced so Goodheart remained intent on proving her proposition.
She grabbed the Platinum Pixie by a wrist and tugged the semiconscious Kylie to her feet, ‘waking’ her foe with a head-turning bytch slap to the Hawkeye’s cheek that would make Macy Renquist proud. With a wincing Ky regaining enough awareness to remain on her feet under her own power, Goodheart reclaimed the wrist and heaved FAWN’s Most Hated to the far buckles.
Sent with such force, Sanders ran headlong into the corner, chest-first. Her slender ivory stems failed after the collision, Kylie dropping to her knees, arms draped over the middle ropes, her rosy cheek lying across the middle buckle as the Glittering Enigma charged from Sanders’ six.
Violyt leapt into her Smiley Facebreaker, ramming her knees into Ky’s shoulderblades and SLAMMING the elfin features of the FAWN original into the thinly-padded juncture.
SMILEY FACEBREAKER @ 2:43
www.youtube.com/watch?v=TYKA9BpXDB0
A dazed Sanders was yanked to her feet from behind and shoved toward the middle by Violyt. Goodheart surged to the buckles and climbed quickly, reaching a stance on the middle cables and turning to face her target. As a thunderstruck Ky wobbled drunkenly in front of her, Violyt flew from her perch, wrapping an arm around the skull of Sanders in a Front Facelock on the way down, sitting out and SPIKING the crown of the Platinum Pixie’s head into the thinly-sheathed plywood with a Diving DDT.
DIVING DDT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=4PoMoqlnd_c
A glitterbombed Luisa, vertical in Kylie’s corner but still spitting sparkles from between her lips, turned away in horror at the brutal impact. Even wronged former members of the Corps groan in sympathy at the disturbing sight, a demolished Kylie spreading onto her back in a wide starfish, spasming once before falling still.
Violyt hustled to her haunches next to the splayed Kylie but hesitated. After a moment she grabbed Ky by the tip of her beak and wiggled the darling snout of the Platinum Pixie.
“You’re so cute when you’re sleeping,” Violyt murmured, her lower lip extended, adoring her would-be buddy. She then slapped her right hand against the grip of her left, sending a painful surge through Sanders’ nose, drawing the veteran out of her stupor, both hands shooting to her schnoz.
“How can anyone not love her?” Goodheart chirped, seemingly sincerely to the confused Carpenter.
He motioned toward Sanders as Ky wobbles her way up to a seated position, unsure of everything but the pain in her nose.
Next to her future helpmate, the Pink Stranger passed on a pin, instead pushing to her feet. She took off for the ropes in front of the shellshocked Sanders, hitting the cables and returning at full speed, NAILING Kylie with a Basement Knee Strike that flattened the Platinum Pixie.
BASEMENT KNEE STRIKE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=O1YQ28Tu_e0
With Sanders laid out next to Violyt, Goodheart on all fours, ready to lounge across the spreadeagle that was the former Chill; Luisa jumped to the apron, shaking the remainder of the metallic pink glitter from her charcoal locks.
“Gringa!” she shouted, gathering Violyt’s attention. “I don’t know if you think I’m one of those Caliente putas, but you’re going to learn I’m a whole different animal.”
“Really?” Goodheart replied, eyes lighting up, perfect pearlies pulled into a grin. “And since your name is Pearls, does that make you a clam? Because I can break your shell anytime.”
With smile firmly planted, Violyt rose and strode to her future partner’s air-quotes manager, but Al’s not having it. He slipped between the women as the Pink Stranger reached the ropes next to the Brazilian tag sensation.
“Keep it in the ring,” Carpenter pleaded with the former indie darling, wrapping his arms around Violyt’s chest and trying to draw her away from the confrontation.
Unfortunately for Violyt, Campos had time to flash her right hand to Goodheart’s face, jabbing a thumb into the blonde’s left eye.
Violyt howled in pain as she stumbled away, Al turning with an accusing look. Luisa dropped to the floor, palms raised high in innocence.
“You know me, Carpenter,” Pearls pleaded.
“Yeah. I do,” came Al’s surly rejoinder.
Luisa spun toward the jeering FAWNatics, chuckling at the ref’s futility. She gave the crowd a middle-ginger salute then returned her attention to a struggling Sanders, moving down the length of the ring to get as close to Ky as she could, then urging the legend and silver-bobbed piggy bank to get to her feet…. FASTER!
Rubbing furiously at her injured eyeball, Violyt reached out a hand in front of her and found the noggin of a seated Kylie. She dug her nails into the platinum bob and the scalp beneath, pulling Sanders to her knees in front of the Pink Stranger.
“When this is done,” a no longer beaming Goodheart noted under a scowl to the swaying Sanders. “We’re going to make Diamonds & Pearls into Fire & Dumpster.”
With her grip, Goodheart forced Kylie to nod in agreement. But below the loosened neck of the former Vanilla Chill, Kylie’s vile nature showed its ugly side with an Uppercut Forearm between Violyt’s pins. The Glittering Enigma rose to tiptoes, lips forming a silent ‘O’, her grip on Ky sliding off.
“Or,” Kylie grunted between labored breaths, “I might just send you back to working the Eagles Club while I take my place as FAWN’s History Maker.”
With Violyt frozen, knees knocking together, hands buried between her thighs, Sanders slowly pushed to her feet to the frenzied applause of her mercenary, Luisa mentally counting the bonus she’ll receive if Sanders ended the night victorious.
Grabbing Goodheart’s long golden locks in both hands, Kylie shook her head.
“I may not beat ‘em all, but I survive ‘em all. And you’re no different.”
Ky leapt, legs extended. She sat out and dragged Violyt’s noggin with her to a ring-rattling impact against the unforgiving plywood of the ring’s floor, Kylie delivering her X-Factor to the rocked Goodheart.
X-FACTOR:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=unOt_KPtY_s
Laid out between the abbreviated alabaster stems of FAWN’s Most Hated, Violyt was wearily shoveled to her back by the sweat-soaked Sanders when Ky moved to her foe’s side. The Hawkeye dropped her limited mass across Goodheart in a Lateral Press, weakly hooking the near leg for the…
ONE…
TWO…
Goodheart kicked loose of the slack pin and Kylie slapped the canvas next to her, too exhausted to complain to Carpenter, so Luisa did it for her benefactor.
As Goodheart rolled to her chest and started to push to all fours, Kylie moved to a standing, backward-facing straddle and dropped her diminutive derriere into the base of Violyt’s spine. It’s enough, in the Glittering Enigma’s current condition, to drop Goodheart back to the canvas.
Lowering to a kneeling straddle of the Pink Stranger’s waist, Kylie lifted her right hand high, fashioning a claw out of her slender fingers. There’s no doubt where the tines were headed, the crowd chanting as one despite the hatred of their former leader.
“FARM…HAND!”
Luisa raised her own hand in a show of solidarity, then winced and shook away a phantom pain when Kylie sent the talon south only to have it intercepted by the weirdo’s left heel whipping up in a truncated Mule Kick. “OW!” Sanders jerked her hand away, balled it into a fist and pounded half a dozen punches into Goodheart’s glutes. “And you call yourself a fan? You want to be my partner? Kylie asked with poisonous incredulity. “How can you be either if you don’t know what the Farm Hand feels like?” She formed the claw again and sought out those blonde buns only to earn another painful rebuke from the other woman’s flailing heels.
“All right asshole, that’s how you want it?” Sanders joined her hands in a Double Axehandle that she promptly smashed into the small of Violyt’s back. That should’ve paved the way for the Farm Hand, but the mood had been spoiled so Kylie scrambled to verticality and did a little bit more damage to Goodheart’s spine with a heavy Mushroom Stomp that THWHUMPED the welt left by the Axehandle!
Violyt groaned and rolled away or at least started to, she hadn’t even made it out of reach when the Pleasant Valley Pariah caught a double handful of hair and hauled her to boot-leather. “What’s this? You’ve got a spine, just like the rest of us normal folk? And it can be broken like any other? That’s great to know.” Pointing ‘em both toward the corner nearest Luisa, Sanders took off with Goodheart straggling along in her wake, though she’d still reached a pretty dangerous clip by the time Ky BWUUUNGED her forehead into the top turnbuckle.
“Great work, Kylie! Break that puta in half!” Campos urged the FAWN Original even as Sanders doubled over and began DRIVING the point of her right shoulder into Violyt’s lower back over and over and over again.
Al might’ve let the corner work go on a little longer if not for the presence of Pearls, who looked like she was half a heartbeat away from jumping onto the apron to assist in the mugging. “All right Kylie, let’s get her out of the corner. You know you can’t win the match there.”
“Is that so?” Sanders straightened up and twined her fingers in Goodheart’s hair. “That sounds like a challenge, Carpenter.”
“You know it isn’t, just get her out of the cor--” FAWN’s Most Hated took a couple giant steps back, prizing Violyt from the buckles in the process. Reaching the end of those steps she leapt skyward, Kylie raising her knees to chest-level just to wedge them between her foe’s shoulders. Gravity did the rest of the dirty work for her, tugging both blondes to the mat, Goodheart atop Sanders for a perfect Lungblower that bounced the Glittering Enigma back to-- “HHRRRGGGH!” Sanders jammed her feet against Goodheart’s lower back and kicked off to send her sprawling into a face-first collision with the bottom turnbuckle!
LUNGBLOWER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=OTCuQ9O1Qlw
“SEE THAT?” Kylie swept a derisive hand toward the Pink Stranger. “IT TAKES MORE THAN CRAZY TO HANG WITH ME! AND THIS FREAK DOESN’T HAVE WHAT IT--”
“She’s moving, Kylie.”
Sanders shot Campos a dark look for the interruption, then scowled when she saw Goodheart had indeed made it to her hands and knees. “You’re just a weird little cockroach.” Ky hissed under her breath. “I wonder if glitter’ll come out if I stomp you hard enough.”
Guided by this rather cruel sense of curiosity, Kylie ran to the corner, grabbed the top rope in both hands and climbed onto the middle strand just to boost herself up high enough to put some real malice on the Mushroom Stomp she planted between Violyt’s shoulders!
CORNER SLINGSHOT MUSHROOM STOMP:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=zCoiOF8tGSI
Goodheart SLAMMED down flat on her face and probably wouldn’t have moved (save for the occasional muscle twitch) if Sanders hadn’t laid claim to both ankles and draaaaaaaaaaaaaagged her to the middle of the ring like a cavewoman. Tossing Vi’s legs aside so she could plant a foot on either side of her opponent’s hips, Ky looked out at the crowd and dragged a thumb across her throat. “Freak’s not worth the Driver, but this crap is Over and DONE!”
On that threat she dipped down, wrapped her arms around Goodheart’s waist and pulled her to all fours to-- the Pink Stranger skidded backward through Sanders’ legs, popped to her feet and slapped on a Waistlock of her own. “Why are you in such a hurry to climb into the dustbin of history?” Violyt murmured as she dug knotted fists into the Iowan’s tummy. “Because that’s where you’ll be if you keep turning me doOOOWWW!”
Sanders stamped on Goodheart’s foot to break the Waistlock, spun around behind to secure the same grip, then dipped her knees and popped her hips to fling Violyt up, over and NO! Goodheart somersaulted through to land on her feet behind the veteran, which meant she was ready and waiting to grab another Waistlock when Kylie got to her feet. No jockeying for position this time, Violyt simply charged the both of ‘em toward the corner and DROVE Sanders into the top buckle sternum-first!
Already close to that corner, Campos sprang to the apron on impact and shouted, “GET YOUR GODDAMNED HANDS OFFA HER YOU FREAKY PUTA!”
Pressed in close on Sanders’ six, Violyt did as Luisa demanded, but only so she could reach up and claim Kylie’s bounty with a rough, groping squeeeeeeeeeeeze. “Why don’t you make me, you tacky little piece of costume jewel-?”
“ROPES!” Ky shouted from the middle of this sneering sandwich. “Get her off, I’m in the ropEEEERRRRHHH!” The Glittering Enigma freed her hands and raked them down Sanders’ back, scoring her from shoulders to buttock to break the Platinum Pixie’s grip.
Sensing an opportunity amidst all this chaos, Luisa snapped one of the strings of faux-pearls from her one-piece and stuffed it into Kylie’s grasping hand a mere whisper before Carpenter closed in to break up the--
Goodheart backed out at top speed, thus forcing the official to dive out of the way to avoid being plowed under. In this effort he was successful, however it also ensured he was out of position when Kylie THWHUMPED a vicious Mule Kick between Violyt’s thighs.
Wrenching free of Goodheart’s disintegrating grasp for one more go-behind, FAWN’s Most Hated spared a look to the ref to make sure he was otherwise occupied and, seeing that he was, she drilled a pearl-augmented sucker punch into the base of Violyt’s skull! Tossing the weapon over the top rope as soon as the deed was done, Sanders scraped Goodheart off the mat, then dipped a shoulder and slipped it through the freak’s thighs.
“I take it back, beeyotch.” Kylie growled once Violyt was draped across her shoulders in a Fireman’s Carry. “You’re absolutely worth it.”
Left arm hooked over the nape of Goodheart’s neck, Sanders went up on her left foot and laid out with every bit of her weight to THWHUNK the Pink Stranger’s skull into the deck with a vicious Pleasant Valley Driver! The impact was as nasty as ever, but Kylie didn’t have to float through for a cover because she never relinquished her control over the blonde’s right leg. As such she landed atop Goodheart’s chest with that limb drawn up to her chest in a Cradle strong enough to endure the…
PLEASANT VALLEY DRIVER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=j7KbJMjwGuM
ONE…
TWO…
THREE!
The Pleasant Valley Pariah rolled to her knees, pounded a fist against the mat, then stuffed a middle finger in Carpenter’s face when he tried to raise her hand! Having collected her bonus, Campos hopped to the apron and rushed through the ropes. She scooped up her benefactor from behind, under the arms, and lifted Kylie to her feet, Sanders beaming. It had been a while since Ky’d claimed a winner’s purse.
Luisa lifted Sanders’ near arm high as the announcer made the result official.
“Ladies and gentlemen, your winner by pin-fall, the Platinum Pixie…KYLIE SANDERS!”
As the crowd’s jeers and complaints rained down, a delighted Kylie, having finally purchased the right person for back-up, pulled Pearls into an embrace.
“You’re worth every penny,” Sanders whispered in Campos’ ear. “And you’ve earned another bonus. Two in fact. One in your paycheck and another at my feet.”
Luisa looked down at the battered Violyt with an evil grin.
“Make sure she gets the point,” the former Chill added.
Campos didn’t have to be instructed twice.
She pulled a semiconscious Goodheart to her feet and used the Glittering Enigma’s golden locks as a garrote, wrapping the mane around Violyt’s neck while spinning back to back with Goodheart.
With her grip tight, Campos laid out and demolished what’s left of the Pink Stranger with her Pearl Necklace.
PEARL NECKLACE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=-aBLoTdfSoU
With Violyt out cold, a grinning Luisa rose to her haunches next to Goodheart and hovered confidently. Kylie dropped her hands to Campos’ shoulders to provide a soft massage.
“You’re looking at the REAL heat, Caliente!” Kylie shouted to the hard cam. “Girl is burnin’!”
And if she lost? Bethany had already made such a catastrophic result akin to signing a contract for Glittering Platinum to begin charting their course to tag gold.
“No f’n way,” Sanders blurts to no one in particular at the thought. Tonight’s hired hand turns to her employer.
“Que?”, the riotous Rio native asks, Luisa Campos, looking over Kylie quizzically.
“Nothing,” Sanders responds. “Look. I apologize for not coming to you from the beginning. Rooney. Mendoza. HUGE MISTAKES.”
“I could’ve told you that, amiga. But you’ve got nothing to worry about tonight, senorita. You’re like a babe in my arms and Goodheart is as good as gone after you beat her.”
Kylie smiles nervously, Pearls’ wisdom ringing true.
“And a hefty bonus, my Brazilian badass. I don’t skimp when it comes to survival.”
The sound of Iggy gettin’ ‘Fancy’ alerts the women it’s time to take their place on the Chills stage.
FANCY
(http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=O-zpOMYRi0w )
As the assembled let loose with their usual barrage of animosity, Kylie and Luisa push through the curtains.
Though many question Sanders’ ability and even more her ethical indiscretions, no one can deny her power to stir passion. She immediately brings the crowd to a boil, the collective hate moving like a presence toward the silvery-bobbed, elfin beauty as she moves to center stage, Campos close behind.
KYLIE SANDERS
LUISA CAMPOS
The former Vanilla is anything but Chill, but a whispered word from the Brazilian Bombshell seems to steady the Hawkeye’s nerves.
Kylie moves down the ramp and aisle, sneering at the haters and muffing her ears against the early chants of ‘TROLL…TROLL…TROLL”
Drawing on echoes of her original gear, Sanders sports a multi-strapped, yellow-gold sports bra topside with black boy-cut shorts, black boots and pads.
(https://www.yandy.com/Multi-Strapped-Microfiber-Sports-Bra.php )
FAWN’s Most Hated reaches the ring, the stage where she holds the record for most wins of any FAWN wrestler but also and more so the most defeats. The Hawkeye climbs the steps and demands Al Carpenter open the ropes for her. He does for both Kylie and her guardian, blonde and raven-haired grapplers entering in unison.
Luisa is ready to tangle in a sleek black velvet two-piece, cut high on the hips. Two sets of three strings of pearls descend from between the cups of the top, one set running underneath each breast before connecting back to the strap underneath the arm. The pads at knee and elbow were matte black, though her black boots were polished to a gleaming shine.
Campos kindly suggests those jeering and chanting kiss her and her benefactor’s ass with raised middle fingers, collecting bonus points with a grinning Sanders before the festivities begin.
Luisa leads Kylie to the middle, showing off the Pleasant Valley Pariah like the future Hall of Famer Sanders dreams herself to be.
Trying to get on the Pixie’s good side, Al asks if FAWN’s Most Hated wants a microphone. She shakes him off.
“My girl’s all business,” Campos informs. “Get that Pink Disaster down here so we can divide the women from the girls, enseguida.”
“As soon as we give you the once over,” the official responds.
The pernicious pairing of Pixie and Pearls was busy holding off the pre-match inspection of one Al Carpenter when the speakers broke 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
The sound of it made Kylie grimace, so Luisa laid a hand on one shoulder and gave it a squeeze. “Don’t sweat it.” Campos murmured. “You’re a legend. She’s a lunatic.”
Sanders nodded, but it didn’t stop the chill from running up her spine when the Announcer went on. “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 Glittering Enigma that wanted nothing more than to be best friends with the Pleasant Valley Pariah. 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 pink and silver glitter at the start of the chorus! From the center of this multicolored maelstrom emerged the strangely subdued figure of Violyt Goodheart. “Yaaaaaaaaaaaay.” she droned to the camera with no trace of her usual enthusiasm. “This is it, the match I’ve wanted my entire career. It’s a dream come true. Yaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay.”
Her body language suggested this was a long way from the truth, yet whatever reluctance she felt didn’t stop the Pink Stranger from starting down the ramp to the squared circle. Paying no attention whatsoever to the dozens of hands extended from each side of the aisle, Goodheart didn’t so much skip as she did drudge, the blonde shuffling her feet so much she might as well have been kicking invisible rocks. For tonight’s Trust Exercise against her partner to be, Goodheart wore bubble-gum pink trunks with a V-shaped white trim 'belt' and much thinner white trim around the leg holes. Above this was a matching halter-style top with white trim along the neckline and edges. Her pads at knee and elbow were a matching pink, boots were gleaming white while her wrist tape was rainbow patterned. Atop all this she wore a classic white nylon windbreaker with pink trim at the collar and cuffs. It was the back of this windbreaker that offered concrete evidence that all was not as it seemed when it came to the Princess of Peaksville. Sure, the Lisa Frank style portrait of a unicorn flying over a rainbow was perfectly on brand, however the message below advised the reader to ’Eat Sh!t and Die!’ in a disconcertingly cartoonish script.
Pausing at the foot of the steps, she fetched a heavy sigh, then started up to the apron and slipped through only to immediately settle into the nearest corner. “Ummmmhhh, you ok, Violyt?” Carpenter asked as he went through final inspection of pads and boots without so much as a word from the frenetic battler.
“Yeah.” Goodheart replied in desultory fashion. “Just ring the bell so I can get through this nonsense.”
CLANG!
Bolstered by the brunette lurking near her corner, Kylie wasted no time making for the center of the ring when the bell sounded. Noting a decided lack of urgency from the weirdo that’d been hounding her the last few months, Sanders pressed the toe of one boot to the canvas and swept a line between she and Violyt. “C’mon punk!” she demanded of Goodheart. “You wanted this so badly, let’s see what you’ve got!”
Violyt looked around, shook her head and fetched a heavy sigh.
“Don’t ignore me, freak!” Ky barked. “If I have to come over there, you’re not gonna like it!”
Goodheart’s expression perked up a little. “Is that so? Perhaps you’d care to come over here and test that theory?”
The Pleasant Valley Pariah took two steps forward, then hooked left to go straight over to Al Carpenter. “Go get her out of the corner, Carpenter! She can’t spend the whole match hiding from me!”
Al looked over to Violyt and said, “Match is live, Vi. Do I need to count?”
“No.” the Pink Stranger’s tone was that of a sulky toddler confronted with some minor chore. Shoulders slumped, she kicked an invisible rock out of her way, then started toward the increasingly impatient Hawkeye.
“Watch her close.” Campos called from outside. “She’s a freak, but she’s crafty.”
Kylie nodded, then hunched forward in a grappler’s crouch only to straighten up again as Goodheart showed no inclination to prepare for a clinch. “What the hell’s your problem, huh?” Sanders ‘smecked’ her palms into the other blonde’s chest, rocking her back on her heels for a moment. “This is what you wanted, right? Right?” she shoved Violyt twice more to the same non-response. “You think this is funny?” Kylie fumed. “You’re dogging me at every turn for three months and now we’re finally sharing a ring and you can’t even get your hands up?” The former World Champion followed with another rough shove, then reared back and CRACKED Goodheart’s face with a scathing Bytch Slap. “Don’t you dare ignore me, freak! You better look me in the eye when I’m talking to WHOAHEYRRGGGGHHH!”
Violyt swept her aggrieved adversary into a Collar & Elbow and marched her back to the corner that Sanders had so recently vacated.
“Break! Break dammit!” Kylie shouted for Carpenter’s assistance the instant she hooked a foot over the bottom rope. “Get her off, I’m in the freakin’ ro--”
The Princess of Peaksville grabbed Kylie’s head in her left hand, it wasn’t quite a fish-face, but there was more than enough pressure to silence the veteran while Goodheart forced heated eye contact. “Haven’t you been listening AT ALL?” she almost screamed the last two words. “This is the furthest thing from what I wanted, you willful, impudent br--”
Al hurried over and slipped an arm between the blondes. “Ok ladies, enough of that. Let’s have a nice, clean break.”
“You heard him.” Sanders growled. “Back the hell up.”
Ignoring the hand Carpenter laid on her shoulder, Goodheart shook her head in disgust and murmured, “You, Kylie Sanders, are trying my patience.”
Kylie almost choked on her indignation, but managed to steady her nerves when the Pink Stranger raised both hands and retreated to the middle of the squared circle. “Don’t let her rent space in your head.” Diamonds noted while Sanders took a moment to adjust. “You’re Kylie f’n Sanders, that puta is destined for a rubber room.
“More like a morgue.” the Iowan glowered before she went out to meet her enigmatic adversary.
Urgency wasn’t a problem now, Goodheart and Sanders came together like they were magnetized, the pair of blondes pushing and shoving one another in an enthusiastic Collar & Elbow. Neither gained an advantage until Ky twisted her hips and pumped a Broadside Kneelift across the expanse of her foe’s tummy. With her next breath she dipped low, slipped an arm through Violyt’s legs and took her up, over and down with a flawless Fireman’s Carry. Snatching Goodheart’s left wrist as soon as the weirdo hit the mat, Sanders wedged Violyt’s wing beneath her armpit, then reached across with that hand to palm her right bicep while that hand bore down on her foe’s left shoulder.
FIREMAN'S CARRY & ARMBAR:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=tEek11LZygE
“Yeah, that’s right, dislocate her damned shoulder!” Campos called as the simple Armbar caused Goodheart to grimace as she struggled to a seat.
Kylie squeezed a little tighter while simultaneously reefing up on the hold. “It’s not gonna come to that, Diamonds.” the veteran sneered. “Because Violyt here is going to see reason before I do any real damage, isn’t that right, Violyt?” The other blonde didn’t answer fast enough for Sanders’ liking (which was to say, she remained stubbornly silent) so FAWN’s Most Hated let go of her shoulder and aggressively scraped the bony ridge of her forearm across Goodheart’s face. “I said, ISN’T THAT RIGHT, VIOOOOWWWW DAMMIT!”
Rather than defend against the painful abrasion, Violyt reached up ’n across with her free hand and dragged her nails down the side of Sanders’ face!
“That’s right, I forgot you like to play rough. Well so do I!” Ky treated Goodheart to another quick forearm scrub, then hooked two fingers into the corner of her opponent’s mouth and pulled, hard. “You’re not tough enough to be a worthy challenge.” Sanders sneered as she continued to wrench on Vi’s shoulder and cheek. “And you’re sure as hell not tough… or sane enough, to be my partnerRRRGGGGHHH!”
Violyt reached for the veteran again, only this time she caught Sanders’ nose between the lower knuckles of her index and middle finger, a stubby pincer that threatened to twist Kylie’s nose clean off her face!
“Hey, make her break the hold, Carpenter!” Campos barked to the official. “No way that shyt’s legal!”
The lanky official actually earned some points with the brunette thanks to the quick way he hurried to check on her employer, alas he immediately lost them all when he patted Kylie on the shoulder and said, “Get that hook out of her mouth, Ky!”
“What?” Diamonds barked. “Are you crazier than she is? Get her offa Kylie’s nose!”
Goodheart actually released her grip without prompting from the zebra, not that this meant much for Sanders as the Princess of Peaksville immediately balled that hand into a fist and slammed it into the pit of Kylie’s stomach, pak-pak-pak! Hissing as she absorbed the body blows, Sanders abandoned the Fishhook in favor of snatching a huge handful of Violyt’s golden locks. “You crazy bytch, I’ll teach you to respect me even if I have to tear you aparAAAARRGGGHHH!” Kylie might’ve been done with hooks but Goodheart was just getting started, as the Pleasant Valley Pariah discovered stuffed two fingers into her attacker’s nostrils.
“All right, that’s enough, both of you!” Carpenter warned as the blondes struggled to boot-leather without giving up their respective grips. “ONE! TWO! THREE! FO--”
The Pink Stranger broke the claw, flattened that hand into a paddle and CLAPPED it against Sanders’ left ear! Kylie didn’t actually give up the hair-hold or the remnants of the Armbar, but they loosened enough for Violyt to shoot in and drive a shoulder into the other wrestler’s belly. Cinching her arms around Kylie’s upper thighs, Goodheart hoisted her up onto that encroaching shoulder and stormed to the nearest corner where she BWUUUNGED her burden against the buckles. That initial impact was enough to set Sanders’ butt against the middle turnbuckle, so Violyt straightened up and went nose to nose with her would-be bestie.
“You have terrible, terrible trust issues.” she said quietly. “Your survival instinct is pretty lousy too. But don’t worry, Kiki. I can fix both.”
Promise made, she laced her hands across the back of Kylie’s head, thus ensuring a sturdy grip when she stepped back and sent her soaring through the aether to THWHAM down flat on her face, chest and belly more than halfway across the squared circle!
Sanders muttered curses into the canvas, hands moving to her bruised beak. She rolled to her back in time for Violyt to arrive and snatch her by the limited locks she had available. Finding enough of a handhold in Sanders’ platinum bob, Goodheart tugged Ky to her feet.
“Not that you’ll be able to survive me unchanged,” the Pink Stranger informed, “but a little change is good.”
Violyt moved alongside the vertical if stooped Hawkeye. She deftly lifted Kylie’s near leg, placing it behind her neck, then showed she could make a point in more ways than being Miss Crazy Pants, flipping the slighter blonde up and over, introducing Sanders’ face to the deck again, this time with a Backdrop Facebuster.
BACKDROP FACEBUSTER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=TIw1HNXKvjA
The former Vanilla bounced off the mat, she hit with such force, then settled on her chest, boots pattering against the canvas as Ky’s hands shot to her features again.
A kneeling Goodheart pushed Kylie to her back but shunned a pinning attempt. Instead she maneuvered to her backside at her foe/future partner’s noggin and grabbed Sanders by it, pulling the back of Ky’s cranium into her lap. Quickly surrounding the Hawkeye’s head with her sinewy stems, Violyt wrapped the braincase in a Figure-Four scissors, one leg pressed under Kylie’s chin, the other locking it in place.
Goodheart squeezed her trap shut, Kylie’s battered face almost immediately turning a rosier shade. Sanders pried at Violyt’s legs fruitlessly. Quickly determining the futility of the endeavor, she clawed at Goodheart’s thighs, prompting a disappointed ‘tsk tsk’ing from the former indie darling.
“You’ve got spunk, Kiki, the Pink Stranger complimented, “but you have to mean the things you do.”
With that said, Violyt fashioned her right hand into a set of talons and scraped them across Kylie’s already abused features, drawing a shriek from FAWN’s Most Hated and a complaint from this month’s hired help on the sidelines.
Sanders flailed wildly, trying to pull Violyt’s nails away with a grip on her foe’s wrist, but it’s strictly Goodheart who decided when she’ll relent, giving Ky’s mangled cheek a soft pet when she’s done, a squeaking Sanders rubbing at the welt trails.
Unable to help herself, Violyt snatched the right hand Ky used, pulling it away from the face of the Platinum Pixie and bending back the pinkie to a disturbing angle. Kylie cried out in all-new anguish, trying to shake her hand loose but unable.
“There’s so many things I can do to the human body,” Violyt murmured. “And I wouldn’t be doing them to you if we were a team. Capisce?”
Sanders understood very little except Goodheart seemed intent on proceeding through each one of her fingers, showing how far they could move in the wrong direction.
Finally, unlocking her Scissors, Violyt climbed to her feet, drawing a grimacing Ky there by a bent thumb. A doubled Sanders pleaded with her plaintive, free left hand for mercy.
Instead, Violyt tugged the Platinum Pixie toward her with her handle, spinning Kylie through a 180, pulling her in close from behind, the thumb grip morphing into a Hammerlock. Goodheart latched onto the opposite ivory arm of the FAWN original, throwing it over her dipped head. Moving her left arm behind Ky’s near leg, the Glittering Enigma scooped Sanders high off the canvas and laid out, THWUMPING Kylie’s spine to the deck with a Hammerlock Suplex.
HAMMERLOCK SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=RQCr_uaWSj8
The slender Sanders was rocked by the collision but reflexively rolled to her chest to prevent a pin. Unfortunately, it allowed Goodheart to continue her rampage in another direction, as the Pink Stranger latched onto Sanders’ left arm, pulling it wide and mounting it. Violyt dropped to her knees, pointed away from Ky’s torso, a Dis-Arm-Her secured.
DIS-ARM-HER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=FQKl6L08fq8
The crowd’s volume turned up several notches in the excitement of an impending Sanders’ loss, but Kylie’s pre-match foresight saved her when Luisa reached under the bottom rope, out of Carpenter’s eyesight, and yanked a lower limb of the former Chill toward her, placing it on the bottom rope.
“AL!” Pearls shouted, pointing at the boot on the cable.
Carpenter called for the break and a snickering Violyt releases at ‘FOUR’. She climbed to her feet and turned to Campos.
“Once Kiki and I get things settled here, I’m afraid you, my little fake-ID Brazilian, are going to learn everything your boss is and then some.”
Campos hopped to the apron, grabbed the top rope, shaking it.
“Why wait, puta?” Campos asked.
“Good question.”
Violyt stepped over the mewling Sanders, Ky with another broken body part to tend to. But before Goodheart could go nose to nose, Kylie shuffled to her derriere, wrapped her ankles around one of Goodheart’s and tugged backward on her foe’s near leg. Tripping the indie darling to the canvas, Kylie captured Violyt in a Small Package for the…
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Goodheart sprang free with Carpenter’s hand short of a third slap. She popped to her feet and gave her future partner a golf clap.
“See? That’s why I don’t give up on you, Kiki. Because you don’t give up on yourself.”
“Don’t patronize me, freak,” the long-time vet muttered as she pushed to her haunches in front of the approaching Glittering Enigma.
“And there you go again. Ruining it.”
Violyt reached for Kylie’s silvery bob but Sanders wrapped both palms around the approaching arm and tugged her foe violently past, the dipped Goodheart sent flying through the ropes and tumbling to the outside.
Kylie wearily pushes to her feet and grabbed Carpenter by a shoulder, pulling him into a face-to-face.
“How do I look?” the Platinum Pixie asked, trying her best to control a sob. “She disfigured me, didn’t she?”
As Al tried to assure the Pleasant Valley Pariah it will all buff out, Luisa stomped a samba on the pooled Violyt before latching onto her golden locks and pulling the staggered Goodheart to her feet. Taking a quick glance in the ring, Pearls saw she had more time. Leaping into the air, Campos dropped to her ass, the flesh slapping loudly with the thinly-padded concrete. Between her extended stems, the Pink Stranger’s forehead BANGED into the same surface with much more serious results.
Inside the ring, Kylie drew Carpenter close, thanking him for being so comforting and understanding, then she pushed Al out of the way and moved to the ropes where a semiconscious Violyt laid beneath.
“You aren’t looking so hot,” Ky snickered between pained grunts as she pulled Goodheart to rubbery legs and NAILED her with a European Uppercut one, two and three times! With a dazed Violyt mid-ring, Sanders headed for the ropes and came sprinting out of the rebound. Lowering as she closed on her target, Kylie BURIED a shoulder into the midriff of the Glittering Enigma.
Violyt’s RIPPED off her feet by the Spear, the relatively small frame of Sanders more than accounted for by a perfect form tackle that splatters Violyt to the canvas. Kylie draped across the top of her not so secret admirer, too weary to hook a leg but hoping for the best with the…
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THRNOOOO!
Goodheart twisted loose with a half second to spare, her escape earning a surprisingly positive cheer from the assembled FAWNatics. Long having believed the idiots couldn’t disappoint her any further, Sanders glanced out into the crowd with a mix of disgusted incredulity. “Are you freakin’ kidding me?” she shouted to no one in particular. “This animal has threatened to gouge my face with a cake fork and you’re CHEERING her?”
They responded in the affirmative, which did nothing for the Iowan’s foul mood. “Oh, so you like head trauma now, do you? Well cheer THIS, ass-hats!” Returning her attention to Violyt, Sanders straddled her foe’s waist, then snatched a double handful of hair and ripped her head off the mat just to TWHONK it back down! One was unpleasant but hardly traumatic, so Kylie kept at it, the Pleasant Valley Pariah just thunk-thunk-thunk-THWHUNKING Goodheart’s malfunctioning melon against the thinly-sheathed plywood almost a dozen times.
“There, cheer me now! C’mon, let’s hear it, losers!” Kylie popped to her feet and spread her arms wide, presumably because she expected to be showered in praise. Alas the only positive reaction came from Luisa Campos, everyone else increased their vitriol until it merged into a unified ‘TROLL!’ chant that had the veteran’s blood boiling. “All right, that’s it. That is goddamned IT!”
Kylie ‘rounded on the vulnerable blonde and stomped her from sternum to tummy and back again before she bent down and scraped Goodheart off the mat with a double handful of hair. A quick Headbutt to the bridge of the nose kept Violyt’s legs nice and rubbery while the Iowan dipped down and muscled the weirdo across her shoulders for a Fireman’s Carry. A full rotation wasn’t the beginning of an Airplane Spin, just a way to show Goodheart off before Sanders went up on tiptoes and tossed her burden forward and down while simultaneously dropping to one knee, Kylie SPIKING Violyt’s midriff atop the posted joint in a perfect Gutbuster.
FIREMAN'S CARRY GUTBUSTER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=uX92_blvtxA
“Good plan, good plan!” Campos offered Sanders more applause when FAWN’s Most Hated clamped down on Goodheart to make sure she couldn’t wriggle away. “Don’t let that freak go anywhere, keep her close and rip her apart!”
Kylie flashed the brunette an evil smile as she muscled the Glittering Enigma back into the Fireman’s Carry and got to her feet. “Ripping is too good for this piece of garbage.” Sanders told Pearls. “I’m gonna grind her into the mat like the stain she is!”
With that Kylie ran toward the ropes only to kick both legs out and drop back to THAWHUMP Violyt into the deck with a Samoan Drop! Kicking her legs up on impact, Sanders somersaulted over the splattered blonde to regain her feet a short distance from Goodheart. Just like that she charged again and leapt over her prone adversary, Kylie tucking her knees up against her chest to ensure every bit of her hundred and twelve pounds was bunched up in the Senton she dropped flush across Violyt’s chest! The Pink Stranger sat up as soon as Sanders did the same, but the veteran stretched her out immediately thereafter and bundled both legs in a Back Press that lasted through…
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THRNOOOO!
Goodheart powered out and sat up, her escape earning Al Carpenter a sharp look from the Pleasant Valley Pariah. That’s all it was though, as Sanders snuggled in behind the blonde and pinioned both arms up over her head in a Full Nelson. “One chance, freak show.” Ky sneered in Violyt’s ear even as she forced the other wrestler’s chin into her breastbone. “Leave me alone before you really get hurt!”
“Buuuuhhhh… being alone is the LAST thing you need, Kylie Bear.” Goodheart groaned. “Being alone is what got you into this mess in the first place. But don’t worry. You’ll never be alone as long as I’m arouHEYYEERRRRGGGGGHHH!”
Not about to ponder a future with this giggling maniac, Sanders turned Violyt onto her stomach, climbed aboard and CRANKED back with a vertebrae-torturing Full Nelson Camel Clutch.
FULL NELSON CAMEL CLUTCH:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=cdcKWP83Rho
“GIVE UP!” Kylie screamed at her wriggling prey. “GIVE UP OR I’LL SNAP YOU IN TWO!”
“In…into what?” Goodheart giggled through clenched teeth. “You can barely handle one of me, no way you’d like twOOOORRRRGGGHHH!”
Sanders set her feet, then rocked back on her heels to put even more strain on Vi’s suffering spine. “Oh yeah, just go ahead and call it now, Carpenter!” Luisa called to the official. “Lookit the crazy puta, Ky’s got her bent in a damned circle!”
It wasn’t quite that bad, but Al couldn’t argue that it was a most painful contortion so he dropped to one knee and asked, “How you doing, Violyt? Need me to call for--”
“Room service? I’d love some! Get me an open-faced turkey sandwich and a root beer fl--”
“Enough nonsense, damn you!” Kylie snarled. “You’re finished, so just admit it and--” Sanders faded off in disgusted silence when the Princess of Peaksville began wriggling the both of ‘em toward the edge of the squared circle.
Pearls saw the uncertainty that flashed across her employer’s face and did her best to put a stop to it then and there. “Break her. Right now. She can crawl all she wants, she’s not getting a hand on these ropes! This assertion seemed to bolster the FAWN Original and she did indeed pour even more power into the Clutch. Agonizing though it was, Goodheart’s progress never slowed. In fact it seemed to speed up as she drew closer and closer to freed-- boos from the sold out throng when Campos hooked the middle rope and pulled it out of Violyt’s grasp when she was a heartbeat away.
“What do you think you’re doing, Luisa?” Carpenter barked. “Let go of the rope!”
“What’s the matter? I skipped arm day, just trying to catch--”
Goodheart lurched forward and bit down on the bottom rope!
“Break! That’s a break, let her go, Kylie!”
The ref expected Sanders to delay long enough to necessitate a count, so he was pleasantly surprised when Kylie let go and got to her feet, an unquestionably clean break that took her all the way to the middle of the ring. Alas this was a perfect example of doing the right thing for the wrong reason as Sanders’ compliance allowed Luisa to snatch a double handful of hair and throttle Goodheart’s throat across the rubber-coated steel!
The FAWNatics called Carpenter’s attention to the infraction almost at once and Campos was so delighted by her work that she didn’t let go before the ref caught her red-handed. “Back off, Luisa!” Al shouted at the irritated brunette. “Put another finger on her and you’re going to the back.”
“Hey, don’t talk to her like that!” Sanders spun the official around and jabbed a finger into his chest. “She’s got her manager’s license and frankly I feel lot safer with her out here watching my back! God knows what that freak could get away with right under your nose!”
Holding her place long enough to confirm Sanders had Carpenter’s undivided attention, Luisa hurried back to the edge of the ring and snatched hold of Goodheart’s ha--“AAAAARRRRRRHHHH!”
The Glittering Enigma shared a bit of her magic with Pearls via a handful of glitter blown straight into Luisa’s eyes! Losing all interest in Al when she saw her insurance policy scramble away in a tottering panic, Kylie rushed over to Violyt and hauled her to boot-leather. “That’s gonna cost you, freak.” Sanders sneered as she peeled Goodheart off the strands. “A helluva lot more than you’re able to pa--”
The Princess of Peaksville went low, wrapped her arms around Kylie’s upper thighs and shot up on tiptoe just to ‘TWANG!’ the living legend throat-first across the top rope! Sanders bounced away, reeled around and got gutted with a Toe Kick that made her easy pickin’s for Goodheart and her Front Facelock. Catching hold of Ky’s waistband once the Iowan’s near arm was draped across her shoulders, Violyt hoisted her to high noon, then laid out flat to SPIKE her foe’s head and shoulders into the mat with a perfect Brainbuster! Goodheart floated into a Crossbody while the crowd was still roaring, the off-kilter blonde not missing a beat as she hooked the far leg for…
BRAINBUSTER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=MOfTq3Jy-UY
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THRNOOO!
Sanders pushed her right shoulder off the canvas a few inches, drawing a groan of disappointment from the crowd but a soft chuckle from the Pink Stranger.
“See?” Violyt asked, looking at Al, Carpenter offering only two fingers in the former indie darling’s direction. “She wants to keep playing! I knew she liked me… deep down.”
The official appeared unconvinced so Goodheart remained intent on proving her proposition.
She grabbed the Platinum Pixie by a wrist and tugged the semiconscious Kylie to her feet, ‘waking’ her foe with a head-turning bytch slap to the Hawkeye’s cheek that would make Macy Renquist proud. With a wincing Ky regaining enough awareness to remain on her feet under her own power, Goodheart reclaimed the wrist and heaved FAWN’s Most Hated to the far buckles.
Sent with such force, Sanders ran headlong into the corner, chest-first. Her slender ivory stems failed after the collision, Kylie dropping to her knees, arms draped over the middle ropes, her rosy cheek lying across the middle buckle as the Glittering Enigma charged from Sanders’ six.
Violyt leapt into her Smiley Facebreaker, ramming her knees into Ky’s shoulderblades and SLAMMING the elfin features of the FAWN original into the thinly-padded juncture.
SMILEY FACEBREAKER @ 2:43
www.youtube.com/watch?v=TYKA9BpXDB0
A dazed Sanders was yanked to her feet from behind and shoved toward the middle by Violyt. Goodheart surged to the buckles and climbed quickly, reaching a stance on the middle cables and turning to face her target. As a thunderstruck Ky wobbled drunkenly in front of her, Violyt flew from her perch, wrapping an arm around the skull of Sanders in a Front Facelock on the way down, sitting out and SPIKING the crown of the Platinum Pixie’s head into the thinly-sheathed plywood with a Diving DDT.
DIVING DDT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=4PoMoqlnd_c
A glitterbombed Luisa, vertical in Kylie’s corner but still spitting sparkles from between her lips, turned away in horror at the brutal impact. Even wronged former members of the Corps groan in sympathy at the disturbing sight, a demolished Kylie spreading onto her back in a wide starfish, spasming once before falling still.
Violyt hustled to her haunches next to the splayed Kylie but hesitated. After a moment she grabbed Ky by the tip of her beak and wiggled the darling snout of the Platinum Pixie.
“You’re so cute when you’re sleeping,” Violyt murmured, her lower lip extended, adoring her would-be buddy. She then slapped her right hand against the grip of her left, sending a painful surge through Sanders’ nose, drawing the veteran out of her stupor, both hands shooting to her schnoz.
“How can anyone not love her?” Goodheart chirped, seemingly sincerely to the confused Carpenter.
He motioned toward Sanders as Ky wobbles her way up to a seated position, unsure of everything but the pain in her nose.
Next to her future helpmate, the Pink Stranger passed on a pin, instead pushing to her feet. She took off for the ropes in front of the shellshocked Sanders, hitting the cables and returning at full speed, NAILING Kylie with a Basement Knee Strike that flattened the Platinum Pixie.
BASEMENT KNEE STRIKE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=O1YQ28Tu_e0
With Sanders laid out next to Violyt, Goodheart on all fours, ready to lounge across the spreadeagle that was the former Chill; Luisa jumped to the apron, shaking the remainder of the metallic pink glitter from her charcoal locks.
“Gringa!” she shouted, gathering Violyt’s attention. “I don’t know if you think I’m one of those Caliente putas, but you’re going to learn I’m a whole different animal.”
“Really?” Goodheart replied, eyes lighting up, perfect pearlies pulled into a grin. “And since your name is Pearls, does that make you a clam? Because I can break your shell anytime.”
With smile firmly planted, Violyt rose and strode to her future partner’s air-quotes manager, but Al’s not having it. He slipped between the women as the Pink Stranger reached the ropes next to the Brazilian tag sensation.
“Keep it in the ring,” Carpenter pleaded with the former indie darling, wrapping his arms around Violyt’s chest and trying to draw her away from the confrontation.
Unfortunately for Violyt, Campos had time to flash her right hand to Goodheart’s face, jabbing a thumb into the blonde’s left eye.
Violyt howled in pain as she stumbled away, Al turning with an accusing look. Luisa dropped to the floor, palms raised high in innocence.
“You know me, Carpenter,” Pearls pleaded.
“Yeah. I do,” came Al’s surly rejoinder.
Luisa spun toward the jeering FAWNatics, chuckling at the ref’s futility. She gave the crowd a middle-ginger salute then returned her attention to a struggling Sanders, moving down the length of the ring to get as close to Ky as she could, then urging the legend and silver-bobbed piggy bank to get to her feet…. FASTER!
Rubbing furiously at her injured eyeball, Violyt reached out a hand in front of her and found the noggin of a seated Kylie. She dug her nails into the platinum bob and the scalp beneath, pulling Sanders to her knees in front of the Pink Stranger.
“When this is done,” a no longer beaming Goodheart noted under a scowl to the swaying Sanders. “We’re going to make Diamonds & Pearls into Fire & Dumpster.”
With her grip, Goodheart forced Kylie to nod in agreement. But below the loosened neck of the former Vanilla Chill, Kylie’s vile nature showed its ugly side with an Uppercut Forearm between Violyt’s pins. The Glittering Enigma rose to tiptoes, lips forming a silent ‘O’, her grip on Ky sliding off.
“Or,” Kylie grunted between labored breaths, “I might just send you back to working the Eagles Club while I take my place as FAWN’s History Maker.”
With Violyt frozen, knees knocking together, hands buried between her thighs, Sanders slowly pushed to her feet to the frenzied applause of her mercenary, Luisa mentally counting the bonus she’ll receive if Sanders ended the night victorious.
Grabbing Goodheart’s long golden locks in both hands, Kylie shook her head.
“I may not beat ‘em all, but I survive ‘em all. And you’re no different.”
Ky leapt, legs extended. She sat out and dragged Violyt’s noggin with her to a ring-rattling impact against the unforgiving plywood of the ring’s floor, Kylie delivering her X-Factor to the rocked Goodheart.
X-FACTOR:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=unOt_KPtY_s
Laid out between the abbreviated alabaster stems of FAWN’s Most Hated, Violyt was wearily shoveled to her back by the sweat-soaked Sanders when Ky moved to her foe’s side. The Hawkeye dropped her limited mass across Goodheart in a Lateral Press, weakly hooking the near leg for the…
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Goodheart kicked loose of the slack pin and Kylie slapped the canvas next to her, too exhausted to complain to Carpenter, so Luisa did it for her benefactor.
As Goodheart rolled to her chest and started to push to all fours, Kylie moved to a standing, backward-facing straddle and dropped her diminutive derriere into the base of Violyt’s spine. It’s enough, in the Glittering Enigma’s current condition, to drop Goodheart back to the canvas.
Lowering to a kneeling straddle of the Pink Stranger’s waist, Kylie lifted her right hand high, fashioning a claw out of her slender fingers. There’s no doubt where the tines were headed, the crowd chanting as one despite the hatred of their former leader.
“FARM…HAND!”
Luisa raised her own hand in a show of solidarity, then winced and shook away a phantom pain when Kylie sent the talon south only to have it intercepted by the weirdo’s left heel whipping up in a truncated Mule Kick. “OW!” Sanders jerked her hand away, balled it into a fist and pounded half a dozen punches into Goodheart’s glutes. “And you call yourself a fan? You want to be my partner? Kylie asked with poisonous incredulity. “How can you be either if you don’t know what the Farm Hand feels like?” She formed the claw again and sought out those blonde buns only to earn another painful rebuke from the other woman’s flailing heels.
“All right asshole, that’s how you want it?” Sanders joined her hands in a Double Axehandle that she promptly smashed into the small of Violyt’s back. That should’ve paved the way for the Farm Hand, but the mood had been spoiled so Kylie scrambled to verticality and did a little bit more damage to Goodheart’s spine with a heavy Mushroom Stomp that THWHUMPED the welt left by the Axehandle!
Violyt groaned and rolled away or at least started to, she hadn’t even made it out of reach when the Pleasant Valley Pariah caught a double handful of hair and hauled her to boot-leather. “What’s this? You’ve got a spine, just like the rest of us normal folk? And it can be broken like any other? That’s great to know.” Pointing ‘em both toward the corner nearest Luisa, Sanders took off with Goodheart straggling along in her wake, though she’d still reached a pretty dangerous clip by the time Ky BWUUUNGED her forehead into the top turnbuckle.
“Great work, Kylie! Break that puta in half!” Campos urged the FAWN Original even as Sanders doubled over and began DRIVING the point of her right shoulder into Violyt’s lower back over and over and over again.
Al might’ve let the corner work go on a little longer if not for the presence of Pearls, who looked like she was half a heartbeat away from jumping onto the apron to assist in the mugging. “All right Kylie, let’s get her out of the corner. You know you can’t win the match there.”
“Is that so?” Sanders straightened up and twined her fingers in Goodheart’s hair. “That sounds like a challenge, Carpenter.”
“You know it isn’t, just get her out of the cor--” FAWN’s Most Hated took a couple giant steps back, prizing Violyt from the buckles in the process. Reaching the end of those steps she leapt skyward, Kylie raising her knees to chest-level just to wedge them between her foe’s shoulders. Gravity did the rest of the dirty work for her, tugging both blondes to the mat, Goodheart atop Sanders for a perfect Lungblower that bounced the Glittering Enigma back to-- “HHRRRGGGH!” Sanders jammed her feet against Goodheart’s lower back and kicked off to send her sprawling into a face-first collision with the bottom turnbuckle!
LUNGBLOWER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=OTCuQ9O1Qlw
“SEE THAT?” Kylie swept a derisive hand toward the Pink Stranger. “IT TAKES MORE THAN CRAZY TO HANG WITH ME! AND THIS FREAK DOESN’T HAVE WHAT IT--”
“She’s moving, Kylie.”
Sanders shot Campos a dark look for the interruption, then scowled when she saw Goodheart had indeed made it to her hands and knees. “You’re just a weird little cockroach.” Ky hissed under her breath. “I wonder if glitter’ll come out if I stomp you hard enough.”
Guided by this rather cruel sense of curiosity, Kylie ran to the corner, grabbed the top rope in both hands and climbed onto the middle strand just to boost herself up high enough to put some real malice on the Mushroom Stomp she planted between Violyt’s shoulders!
CORNER SLINGSHOT MUSHROOM STOMP:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=zCoiOF8tGSI
Goodheart SLAMMED down flat on her face and probably wouldn’t have moved (save for the occasional muscle twitch) if Sanders hadn’t laid claim to both ankles and draaaaaaaaaaaaaagged her to the middle of the ring like a cavewoman. Tossing Vi’s legs aside so she could plant a foot on either side of her opponent’s hips, Ky looked out at the crowd and dragged a thumb across her throat. “Freak’s not worth the Driver, but this crap is Over and DONE!”
On that threat she dipped down, wrapped her arms around Goodheart’s waist and pulled her to all fours to-- the Pink Stranger skidded backward through Sanders’ legs, popped to her feet and slapped on a Waistlock of her own. “Why are you in such a hurry to climb into the dustbin of history?” Violyt murmured as she dug knotted fists into the Iowan’s tummy. “Because that’s where you’ll be if you keep turning me doOOOWWW!”
Sanders stamped on Goodheart’s foot to break the Waistlock, spun around behind to secure the same grip, then dipped her knees and popped her hips to fling Violyt up, over and NO! Goodheart somersaulted through to land on her feet behind the veteran, which meant she was ready and waiting to grab another Waistlock when Kylie got to her feet. No jockeying for position this time, Violyt simply charged the both of ‘em toward the corner and DROVE Sanders into the top buckle sternum-first!
Already close to that corner, Campos sprang to the apron on impact and shouted, “GET YOUR GODDAMNED HANDS OFFA HER YOU FREAKY PUTA!”
Pressed in close on Sanders’ six, Violyt did as Luisa demanded, but only so she could reach up and claim Kylie’s bounty with a rough, groping squeeeeeeeeeeeze. “Why don’t you make me, you tacky little piece of costume jewel-?”
“ROPES!” Ky shouted from the middle of this sneering sandwich. “Get her off, I’m in the ropEEEERRRRHHH!” The Glittering Enigma freed her hands and raked them down Sanders’ back, scoring her from shoulders to buttock to break the Platinum Pixie’s grip.
Sensing an opportunity amidst all this chaos, Luisa snapped one of the strings of faux-pearls from her one-piece and stuffed it into Kylie’s grasping hand a mere whisper before Carpenter closed in to break up the--
Goodheart backed out at top speed, thus forcing the official to dive out of the way to avoid being plowed under. In this effort he was successful, however it also ensured he was out of position when Kylie THWHUMPED a vicious Mule Kick between Violyt’s thighs.
Wrenching free of Goodheart’s disintegrating grasp for one more go-behind, FAWN’s Most Hated spared a look to the ref to make sure he was otherwise occupied and, seeing that he was, she drilled a pearl-augmented sucker punch into the base of Violyt’s skull! Tossing the weapon over the top rope as soon as the deed was done, Sanders scraped Goodheart off the mat, then dipped a shoulder and slipped it through the freak’s thighs.
“I take it back, beeyotch.” Kylie growled once Violyt was draped across her shoulders in a Fireman’s Carry. “You’re absolutely worth it.”
Left arm hooked over the nape of Goodheart’s neck, Sanders went up on her left foot and laid out with every bit of her weight to THWHUNK the Pink Stranger’s skull into the deck with a vicious Pleasant Valley Driver! The impact was as nasty as ever, but Kylie didn’t have to float through for a cover because she never relinquished her control over the blonde’s right leg. As such she landed atop Goodheart’s chest with that limb drawn up to her chest in a Cradle strong enough to endure the…
PLEASANT VALLEY DRIVER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=j7KbJMjwGuM
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The Pleasant Valley Pariah rolled to her knees, pounded a fist against the mat, then stuffed a middle finger in Carpenter’s face when he tried to raise her hand! Having collected her bonus, Campos hopped to the apron and rushed through the ropes. She scooped up her benefactor from behind, under the arms, and lifted Kylie to her feet, Sanders beaming. It had been a while since Ky’d claimed a winner’s purse.
Luisa lifted Sanders’ near arm high as the announcer made the result official.
“Ladies and gentlemen, your winner by pin-fall, the Platinum Pixie…KYLIE SANDERS!”
As the crowd’s jeers and complaints rained down, a delighted Kylie, having finally purchased the right person for back-up, pulled Pearls into an embrace.
“You’re worth every penny,” Sanders whispered in Campos’ ear. “And you’ve earned another bonus. Two in fact. One in your paycheck and another at my feet.”
Luisa looked down at the battered Violyt with an evil grin.
“Make sure she gets the point,” the former Chill added.
Campos didn’t have to be instructed twice.
She pulled a semiconscious Goodheart to her feet and used the Glittering Enigma’s golden locks as a garrote, wrapping the mane around Violyt’s neck while spinning back to back with Goodheart.
With her grip tight, Campos laid out and demolished what’s left of the Pink Stranger with her Pearl Necklace.
PEARL NECKLACE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=-aBLoTdfSoU
With Violyt out cold, a grinning Luisa rose to her haunches next to Goodheart and hovered confidently. Kylie dropped her hands to Campos’ shoulders to provide a soft massage.
“You’re looking at the REAL heat, Caliente!” Kylie shouted to the hard cam. “Girl is burnin’!”