Post by hawkeye on Mar 8, 2021 1:10:40 GMT
The crowd had just finished welcoming Merle to the squared circle 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
“Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall with a twenty minute time limit!” the Announcer broke in over the oddball anthem. “Introducing first, 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!”
Those assembled still didn’t quite know how to respond, though the Princess of Peaksville must’ve made at least some inroads with the FAWN faithful because the cheers outnumbered the boos for the first time in her Orlando tenure. Their reaction was still steadier than that of the lighting system, which went into panicked strobe mode when the pair of discreetly placed cannons on either side of the entranceway fired off a volley of pink and silver glitter! Goodheart skidded out of this shimmering storm a few seconds later to greet the crowd with an enthusiastic parade wave.
“Hi everybody! Hiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii! Happy Heartbroken, I hope everyone had a great February! If you did, brace yourself, you’re about to witness something unspeakable! If you didn’t, cheer up, you’re about to witness something unspeakable!
VIOLYT GOODHEART:
Giggling aloud at some internal joke, the Glittering Enigma started down the ramp like it was the world’s biggest hopscotch track, Violyt capering and skipping from one side while always remaining juuuuuuuuuuust out of reach of those fans on the aisle. For tonight’s battle against fake-ass partner, 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.
Goodheart came to a sharp stop at the foot of the ramp, then dipped her knees and swung her arms back and forth a few times before leaping onto the bottom step like the blue-padded concrete between was scalding lava. Pleased to have saved herself from such a fiery fate, she hurried up the steps and vaulted over the top rope.
Merle hurried over to check on the blonde’s pads and boots, but he barely got a word out before Violyt breezed by him and said, “Oh no Merle, you think you’re a referee again? Why did you stop taking your medication?”
“Ummmhhhh… what? Wait, come back, I need to--”
“Not a referee, remember?” Violyt told him as she waved to the Orlando faithful from the opposite corner. “Up the dosage, Merle!”
Listening to Goodheart’s music and the accompanying cheers sent a shiver down the spine of the Platinum Pixie.
KYLIE SANDERS:
What was wrong with these dopes?
The hate for her made sense. Jealousy. But love for that lunatic? A lunatic obsessed with her? Maybe she was the fans’ perfect representative. They were all obsessed with her too.
“Don’t worry,” Kylie bleated. “You’ve got this.”
LUISA CAMPOS:
Luisa rolled her eyes. “Duh. You worry too much Sanders. I dragged you to a win against her. You know how much easier this is going to be to do it for myself.”
The Hawkeye’s face turned sour from the less than backhanded insult.
MARISOL AYALA:
“Damn straight,” Marisol Ayala, Campos’ partner in the reality-based world agreed.
“Oh yeah,” Sanders interrupted. “Bethany told me only one person can accompany Luisa tonight, so…”
Ayala cast a sneering glance down on the shorter blonde.
“So get your lily ass out of here,” Marisol replied.
Luisa put a palm on Diamond’s shoulder before Ayala pounded the Platinum Pixie into dust.
“She’s paying the freight tonight,” Pearls informed. “Doubling my payday. Don’t worry. The party’s on me after I send the Pink Puta back to the indies.”
Marisol seemed assuaged for the moment.
Pearls and Platinum moved to the stage entrance as Violyt’s music finally faded.
“Ladies and gentlemen. Accompanied by the artist formerly known as Vanilla Chill, Kylie Sanders, hailing from Rio de Janeiro, Brazil, she stands five feet four inches and weighs in at one hundred and twenty-two pounds, she is pro-wrestling’s Perfect Pearl… LUISA CAMPOS!”
The curtains parted and the duo strode to front and center, the silvery-bobbed Pixie ready for anything in her black-and-gold battle gear and the smoky, dark eyed brunette. Making it all of three steps before dressing down the dolts, dimwits and dipshyts that thought they could steal her oxygen, Campos unloaded with both barrels on the jeering FAWNatics before motioning for Kylie to lead the way, taking the more direct fit of anger from the crowd.
Eager to show how much more she could do to Goodheart than her benefactor and make a name forcing Violyt back to the shadows of the wrestling world, Luisa treated herself to a pearlescent promenade. The Brazilian Bombshell moved slowly enough to draw every eye on the aisle while quickly enough to avoid any sort of meaningful interaction with those paying her salary.
For tonight’s Heartbroken showcase, Luisa was clad in a sleek black velvet two-piece, cut high on the hips. Two sets of three strings of pearls descended 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.
Reaching the foot of the ramp, Campos directed her Platinum pursestrings to the corner farthest from Violyt, Kylie shouting dire warnings at the Glittering Enigma who only waved cheerily back at her future partner, pursing her lips in a mock kiss of Kylie.
In turn, Sanders suggested Goodheart kiss her ass while Pearls did the same with the unpleasant denizens of the FAWN Arena. Luisa reached the apron and demanded the official come and sit on the middle rope, pushing the top upward.
Campos slid through carefully, her eyes never leaving the poised Violyt. Luisa pointed at her opponent as she claimed center stage.
“Gringa. Platinum already proved you unworthy of her. Pearls is proving you unworthy of this profession.”
Luisa offered a smirk and a lingering single bicep flex, first for Goodheart, then for the hard camera. She capped her arrival with a hair flip and a disdainful middle finger, as she backpedaled to the station beside her patron, settling against the turnbuckles and staring daggers at the Pink Stranger.
“Platinum and Pearls, baby! Platinum and Pearls!” Kylie slapped Luisa on the shoulder before curling that hand into a fist and offering it to brunette.
Campos raised her fist but didn’t initiate the bump until she’d said, “Diamonds and Pearls and Platinum.”
Sanders blinked, then said, “Yeah sure, we can work on branding later. Kick her crazy ass, Luisa.”
Pearls didn’t respond because she’d already turned her attention to the Glittering Enigma, who was watching her with an intensely thoughtful expression. It was a disconcerting look for Goodheart and Campos started to comment only to be interrupted by the CLANG! of the bell. Violyt clapped once, her face breaking into an off-kilter smile as she started toward the center of the squared circle. Luisa moved to intercept at once, the brunette rightfully thinking that Goodheart was making a beeline for the Platinum Pixie. Thus she was mildly surprised (not concerned, mind you) to realize that Violyt’s gaze was focused entirely on her.
“Got your attention now, huh puta?” Luisa cooed as she closed on the Princess of Peaksville. “That’s good, that’s REAL good. I don’t want you thinking about anyone else when I fit you for another Pearl Necklace.”
“Oh, I’m fine with one.” Goodheart answered quietly. “Wouldn’t want to look TOO gaudy, that’s your thing, after all. But I’ll happily help fit you for a neck brace. Maybe even a halo if you’re really good.” Violyt raised her hands and would’ve began circling if Campos hadn’t raised an index finger.
“We can wrestle in a minute, blondie.” the brunette murmured. “Right now I want to pull your hair out by the f*cking roots.”
“Ooooooooohhhhh, that sounds FUN!” Violyt’s eyes gleamed with anticipation. “How do you feel about two player?”
Campos raised both hands and made a show of running them through her long, dark hair. “It’s the only way I play, [/I]puta[/I]. Grab hold, if you’ve got the guts. Just know I’m gonna make you scr--”
Goodheart plunged her hands into Luisa’s hair and let her nails tickle the brunette’s scalp without actually digging in. “Don’t hesitate now, Pearls.” Violyt giggled. “We’ve both got skin in this ga--” Campos did as bade, the black-clad battler filling both hands with Violyt’s golden tresses. Nothing tangible passed between them, yet blonde and brunette began to yank and pull at the exact same time, both ladies stamping around in awkward little circles as they did their best to remove great big patches of her opponent’s scalp.
“Yeah, get her Pearls! Get her!” Sanders pounded the apron with one hand, then offered up an enthusiastic round of applause. “Snatch that creepy little weirdo bald! Hey, what’re you doing, Merle? You’re blocking my view!”
Bless his heart, Merle waded into the fray with every intent of prizing his charges apart. “C’mon ladies, you know you can’t pull hair like that! Let’s have a nice, clean break and then you can lock-up--”
“Shut your goddamned mouth, idiot.” Campos hissed without taking her eyes from Violyt.
“Pearly’s right, my good man.” Goodheart agreed. “This isn’t a blender you wanna reach into. But you’re more than welcome to trRRRGGGGHH!”
Luisa set her feet and wrenched her opponent’s head left and right like she meant to pop it off her shoulders! “Hope you’re using a good conditioner, freak show.” Campos sneered through clenched teeth. “Because I’m gonna make you eat every bit of ARRRRRGGHHH!” Violyt answered her foe’s yanking with a merciless round of back and forth tugging that made Luisa stamp her feet in furious hurt!
“Don’t let her push you around, Pearls!” Ky called out. “You’re tuffer than she is, so rip out that rat’s nest and feed it to WHOAH!” Sanders sprang away from the corner when Campos and Goodheart careened that way, the tethered grapplers twisting ‘round on each other almost half a dozen times before Luisa drove Violyt into the buckles with a low BWUUUNG!
Pearls tummied in at once, bracing her right foot atop the bottom rope so she could lean in and craaaaaaaaaaaaank Violyt’s head backward over the top turnbuckle. “Hair’s starting to give way, puta. I can feel it! Why don’t you grab the ropes, get Merle over here to save your scrawny assSSUUGGGHH!”
The Pink Stranger stuffed a sharp Kneelift into the Brazilian’s inner thigh, then added another to the pit of her stomach. The claws in Violyt’s hair loosened without falling away so the blonde surged forward and whipped around in a half circle to force Campos into the spot she’d just occupied. That didn’t break Luisa’s grip either, in fact it got that much tighter as Goodheart mounted the middle rope. Managing a grin despite the burn in her scalp and the growing kink in her neck, Violyt yanked her foe’s noggin this way and that all while forcing her tummy into the brunette’s hissing mug.
“I don’t mind wrestling with a pixie cut, it’s always cool when Tag Teams have matching hair-cuts, don’t you think?”
The Glittering Enigma didn’t pause in expectation of an answer, rather she grabbed that much more hair so she could bounce the back of Campos’ skull against the roughly-padded canvas. Luisa held on as long as she could but the combination of hair-hold and buckle-bludgeoning eventually doomed her grip on Violyt’s lo--
“OOOOOHHHHH!” Vi’s eyes went wide with shock and pain when Luisa’s hands ‘SMECKED’ her backside half a heartbeat before caught hold of her briefs and made them disappear with a savage wedgie!
“That’ll teach ya, weirdo!” Sanders was back by the apron to urge on her new friend. “Pearls is gonna saw you in half if--HEY! HEY, MAKE HER KNOCK THAT OFF, MERLE! LUISA’S IN THE CORNER!”
The ‘that’ in question was a blatant bit of nose-hooking, Goodheart halving that follicular fury to slip her index and middle fingers into the brunette’s nostrils for a bit of amateur Rhinoplasty. “AARRRRGGGHHHHH CRAZY BIDGE!” Luisa abandoned the wedgie to raaaaaaaaaake one hand down the blonde’s left thigh while the other grabbed hold of the top rope. “BREAG!” she bellowed. “BREAG!”
“All right Violyt, let her go!” Merle called as he rushed in to restore some semblance of order. “C’mon now, let go so we can--” Goodheart doubled down on Pearls’ locks, hopped down from the corner and took a giant step backward so she could sling Luisa halfway across the ring with a huge Hairmare! Campos came down flat on her chest and tummy, then rolled onto her shoulder and hip to tend to her face while protecting against a cover from the Princess of Peaksville.
Speaking of whom, Goodheart nodded along with Merle’s chiding, but the FAWNatics could tell she was far more focused on correcting that ungodly wedgie. “Whew, that’s much better.” Violyt sighed in relief when her togs returned to their factory default.
“Enjoy it while you can, freak!” Kylie barked up at the other blonde. “Luisa’s gonna have you begging for a straightjacket before this match is--” Goodheart walked away from Sanders’ threat like it was so much unimportant background noise. “Who do you think you are?” the Pleasant Valley Pariah shouted after Goodheart. “Don’t you dare turn your back on-- LOOK OUT, PEARLS!”
Violyt broke into a sprint, sprang into the air and kicked both legs forward so she could bring the full weight of her right thigh THUMPING down across the side of Campos’ skull! Luisa juddered, shoved the encroaching limb aside, then cursed aloud when Goodheart snuggled in from above and caught her in a Figure Four Headscissors. “Ya kicked me when I was down, Pearls.” Violyt said to the struggling brunette. “S’only fair that I get to flay you when you’re down!” Crooking her left hand into a spade, she hunched over the Brazilian Bombshell and began to draaaaaaaaaaaaag her nails up Luisa’s fluttering tummy!
Campos squealed and writhed from the sting of the stilettos gouging her tawny midriff. She pushed vainly against Goodheart’s stems, far from able to pop her head loose from between the locked legs.
“You’re going toAHHHHHH!”
Another rake of the belly from Violyt interrupted Luisa’s threat, transforming it into a howl of pain.
“MERLE!” Sanders shouted, fingers sweeping through her silvery bob. “Open your damn eyes!”
The zebra shrugged. It wasn’t illegal. Just damned nasty. And if the former indie darling clearly wasn’t concerned about breaking the rules, bending someone’s idea of fair play didn’t register at all. Thankfully for the raven-haired Brazilian, Violyt ended her scoring, instead pressing her palms against the canvas. It’s a brief respite in one fashion, but only for Goodheart to press upwards and increase the pressure created with her straining, sinewy legs.
Pearls’ face turned rosy, her dark eyes going wide, her lips burbling as the vise of Violyt’s lower limbs threatened to send Campos’ gray matter out through her ears.
Slowly, Luisa rotated her frame toward Kylie’s worried shouts and, with Campos’ boots still twelve inches away from salvation, a desperate Sanders grabbed hold and laid her ally’s ankle across the bottom rope, all within Merle’s admittedly weak eyesight.
The ref scolded the Platinum Pixie, warning the Hawkeye about a possible disqualification with any further shenanigans, but Violyt wasn’t having it.
“Let my little Kiki have her fun, Merlesy,” Goodheart grunted as she released her Scissors on the Brazilian and pushes to her feet. “And if she wanted to come in and have some. Well. Just let her know if she interrupts mine, we might not be besties anymore.”
Violyt stepped toward Sanders and Kylie backed off from the rim of the apron a couple steps, throwing up her palms.
“See, Merlesy? She’ll be good.”
Goodheart grabbed Pearls by her noggin and yanked the bleary-eyed grappler to her feet. Luisa brought her arms up to break the hold but was instantly gutted by a Toe Kick to her welt-striped tummy. Doubled over in front of the Pink Stranger, Violyt tugged the lowered head of Pearls into a Front Facelock. She grasped the opposite hip of Luisa’s gear and SNAP Suplexed Campos off her boot soles directly into a crashing collision with the corner above her benefactor, spine THUMPING off the buckles before she collapsed to the canvas on her head and shoulders.
SNAP SUPLEX INTO CORNER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Uan_1Jg0Z2I
With Campos remaining piled on those shoulders from the landing, the Glittering Enigma captured her foe’s legs in a Scissors, locking her into the cradle pin for the…
ONE…
TWO…
Luisa’s able to collapse free of the predicament, ending on knees and elbows, spent from Goodheart’s success. On her haunches next to Campos, Violyt’s lips curled into a smirk.
“She thought she could keep us apart,” Goodheart purred at her would-be partner. “One way or the other, you’ll be my one and only, Kiki.”
As if to show her the more unpleasant way of the two, a growling Pink Stranger ripped the rubbery Luisa to her feet, tugging her into another Front Facelock. Goodheart vaulted Pearls into the air and spins into a disastrous impact for Luisa, Campos CRUSHED by the former indie star’s Spinning Brainbuster.
SPINNING BRAINBUSTER @ 00:59
www.youtube.com/watch?v=2DWnEMJ6TwM
The blonde scrambled to a Crossbody pin atop the semi-conscious Pearls’ chest for the…
ONE…
TWO…
Luisa slid from under Violyt’s pin but not under her own steam. Reaching in under the bottom rope, Kylie hooked onto an ankle and pulled her cohort clean out of the squared circle, Luisa leaning heavily against a supportive Pleasant Valley Pariah. Sanders walked beside the raven-haired wrestler playing the role of a friend trying to shuffle someone out of the club after a long bender.
Sanders softly tapped on Campos’ cheek, trying to call Luisa’s senses back. She’s half successful, but only by the time a sprinting Violyt zoomed through the ropes. Goodheart, RAMMED into the temporary twosome with a Suicide Dive, sending Campos and Kylie flying into the steel barricade, Luisa back first, Kylie’s ivory midriff THUNKING against the metal tube at the top.
With Sanders draped over the barrier like laundry, front row FAWNatics getting an up close and personal view, Goodheart moves next to the Platinum Pixie and couldn’t stop herself from flattening her right hand into a paddle. With Kylie’s cheeks on display, Goodheart landed a stinging SWAT to the Iowan’s backside, Sanders flinching and cursing. As if finding a new favorite dessert, the Glittering Enigma helped herself to another taste. She fired away with spank after spank, the crowd counting her to a full ten-spot.
By the end, Ky’s on tiptoes, tears welling in her hazel eyes as she yipped and yelped through the humiliation.
“Y’know,” Violyt softly chuckles between beaming grins. “Maybe I’ve been looking at this all wrong. I do have a soft spot in my heart for you, Kiki. But watching your butt jump with each meaty whack, I’m realizing I REALLY loved you when you were the jobber extraordinaire. Maybe I don’t want to partner with you.”
Violyt spun a blubbering, red-rumped Kylie to face her and clubbed her with a Clothesline across the clavicle, Sanders backflipping into the front row.
“Maybe I want to jump into a time machine and make you my bytch.”
As the revelation seems to settle, Goodheart enjoying watching the softly stirring Sanders trying to crawl free of the surrounding fans, Luisa dove into a nasty clip, trying to rupture the Glittering Enigma’s knee socket from behind.
Goodheart dropped to the knee from the sneak attack. She’s quickly up but clearly hobbled as she limped down the length of the ring. Campos took a brief glance at the Hawkeye. Clearly, Kylie’s on her own. This fight had turned from payment to personal. Her ‘Platinum card’ be damned.
Racing from behind Goodheart, Luisa latched onto a wrist and shoulder and heaved the blonde, Violyt losing her balance from her injured wheel and CRASHING shoulder-first into the steel ring steps, the force of the collision sending the upper half of the stairs askew. Perhaps the Pink Stranger’s arm socket as well.
With Merle’s count growing, Luisa scraped the pooled Goodheart off the thinly-padded arena floor and shoved her back in the ring. Eerily ignoring the god-awful impact, Violyt pushed slowly to her feet only to turn into an airborne Brazilian, Pearls having climbed the nearest buckles and launching. Luisa’s Missile Dropkick connected with every bit of energy, sending the former indie darling back-somersaulting twice, ending splayed in a spreadeagle.
Moving next to the dazed Vi, Campos collected both legs, then pivoted and dropped between, sending an elbow to the inside of the knee she’s ravaged. With both limbs in her possession, Luisa rolled to her back, in turn spinning Violyt to her chest. The Brazilian Baddie sat up, tucking Violyt’s boot tips under her pits while latching onto Goodheart’s wrists. Her Rocking Horse saddled for a ride, Campos leeeeeeeeaned back to begin the torture of back, neck and arms, Pearls ready to teach the whack job that, in the end, she’s just another gringa who’ll cry her surrender.
ROCKING HORSE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=rkXCtfgfXqg
“Ask her, Merle,” Luisa demanded. “She can quit. Or I can rip her arms out.”
“What do you say, Violyt?” the official’s query held a note of obvious urgency. The slowly increasing arch in his charge’s spine was quite unpleasant to watch. “Do you need me to call for the bell? Tell me something or I’ll have to--”
“Oedipus on the Orpheum Circuit!” Violyt blurted something that was half laugh, half bark.
Merle frowned, taken aback with the non-sequitur. “Ummmh, what? Are you ok, Violyt? Did you hit your--”
“The score is still Q to twelve, my favor!”
The Pink Stranger was shrieking and laughing at the same time, neither Merle or Luisa cared for it in the slightest. Even so, it didn’t dissuade the referee from his duties. “Please, Vi. If I don’t get a real answer I’ll have to assume you can’t defend your--”
“I’d eat my Kylie Corps Official Membership Card before I tap out to this snotty little Gabby Mendoza wannaRRRGGGGGHH!”
The sternness of that rebuttal (not to mention the downright slanderous comparison to that Bubble Yum-brained puta) drove Campos into a frenzy of furious swinging, Pearls just rooooooooooocking her bawling prey as hard as she could. “SAY IT, BYTCH!” Luisa screamed down at the blonde. “SAY YOU SUBMIT TO--”
“F*CK YOU, PEARLSNNNGGGHHH!”
Luisa rose onto her tiptoes while simultaneously yanking up on both ends of the Rocking Horse to ensure Goodheart fell just a little farther when she let loose all at once. Patently unsatisfied with the sound of her foe’s body hitting the deck, Campos bent down, grabbed a shoulder and rolled Violyt onto her back. A great, gaudy Bytch Slap was followed by a flawless vertical leap, the black-clad Brazilian Bombshell kicking both legs forward to ensure every bit of her hundred and twenty-so pounds was concentrated in the Butt Bomb she THUMPED down on the blonde’s chest!
Violyt’s legs kicked up into the air, allowing Luisa to catch ‘em around the knees before she leaned forward into a deep Matchbook that kept Goodheart glued in place for the…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
Violyt twisted loose, her escape spilling Campos forward onto her hands and knees.
“Guuuuhhh… great work, Pearls!” Kylie groaned to her new friend as she slumped into place against the ring-post closest to the askew steps. “Give her a few for me!”
“The hell with that.” Luisa muttered as she buried her hands in the blonde’s hair. “These are all for me!”
Returning Goodheart to boot-leather with a few more yanks than was strictly necessary, Pearls halved the hair-hold just to deliver several taunting slaps to her rival’s mouth. Then she turned toward Kylie’s corner and sprinted in that direction with Violyt stumbling along in her wake. Luisa didn’t actually slow so much as she transferred her momentum into Goodheart at the last second, Campos spinning out of the way to BWUUUNG the weirdo’s head into the top turnbuckle.
“Oh no puta, you’re not going anywhere.” Pearls kept hold of Violyt’s tresses to ensure she didn’t get more than a couple wobbly steps from the corner. Hopping into a seat on the top turnbuckle, Campos raised her right knee and braced it against Goodheart’s jaw before she hopped off and came down in a neat little forward somersault while Violyt was THWHONKED down on the back of her head! “You’re finished now, freak.” Luisa scrambled back to her blonde, planted a knee on her jaw and hooked the far leg for…
REVERSE CALF BRANDING:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=2WeSS2hp_dU
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO!
Violyt got a hand on Campos’ grinding knee and shoved it away, much to the delight of everyone not named Kylie Sanders. “Damn, Merle! Could you count any slower?!” the Pleasant Valley Pariah shouted. “Pearls had her down for a count of five!”
“Doesn’t matter to me, Platinum.” Campos noted as she got to her feet with Violyt in tow. “Crazy puta wants to keep kicking out? That’s just permission to keep whooping her saggy ass!”
This earned a round of applause from Sanders and some jeers from the crowd, both of whom got louder when Luisa scooped Goodheart up onto her shoulder and stomped back to the corner where she promptly tacked Violyt to the Tree of Woe. “Not so scary now, are you?” Pearls settled down on her haunches, then jabbed an index finger into the blonde’s tummy once she was satisfied with those upside down accommodations. Violyt said nothing, much to the brunette’s disgust. Fashioning her hand into a claw, she gouged that five-tined spade into her rival’s abs and began to work her wrist back and forth.
“I asked you a question, puta. I expect an answer.
Goodheart giggled, then groaned when Campos jabbed a thumb into her navel. “I’m sorry, what was the questNGH! NGH! NGH! NNNGGGGHHH!”
Luisa punched her three times in rapid succession, then leeeeeeeeeeeaned in with every bit of her weight in an attempt to drive that fist straight through the Pink Stranger’s midsection. “I’m the scariest bytch in this ring, freak. I wanna hear you say it.” Campos hissed. “No, I wanna hear you SCREAM--”
Violyt reached out, grabbed the bottom rope and gave it a firm shake. “Hey Merle? Could you tell Pearly here that I’m in ropes? I’m not sure she understands how the rules OOOOFFFFFFHHHH!”
Pearls buried a sawed-off Shoulderblock in Goodheart’s belly, then shoved her back down to ensure she remained smudged against the Tree of Woe. “You’re gonna beg, freak.” Campos promised as she stood up and backpedaled to the middle of the ring. “Not for Kylie’s friendship, that’s too good for a pathetic sub-humanoid like you. You’re gonna beg for my mercy!”
“PREACH!” FAWN’s Most Hated shouted from outside the ring. “Cut her in half, Pearls!”
Luisa answered by ‘framing’ Violyt’s tummy with both hands, and, apparently happy with her shot, raced at the upended blonde and took to the sky, Campos twisting a quarter turn in mid-flight for a Crossbody that--“HHHHRRGGGGGHH!”
The Princess of Peaksville crunched her way into a seat in the high rent district no more than a second before Luisa slammed into the middle turnbuckle! In a just world Pearls would’ve bounced away and landed well clear of the corner, alas the squared circle was anything but just and so she ended up draped facedown across the second strand on either side of the ring-post.
Above the groaning brunette, a seemingly oblivious Violyt waved and whistled to the Pleasant Valley Pariah. “Hey! Hey Kiki! Watch me dive! Are ya gonna watch? C’mon, c’mon, c’mon, it’s gonna be so gooooooooood!”
“SHUT UP!” Ky bellowed at the lunatic. “JUST SHUT THE HELL UP AND LEAVE ME ALONE!”
Violyt actually obliged her, at least for the few seconds it took her to rise from a seat to a crouch. “That’s the last thing you need, Kylie.” she said softly. “Everyone knows you can’t be left to your own devices. And once I’m by your side… you’ll never be alone again.”
With that she stood tall and hopped / dropped backward, the Glittering Enigma raising both knees to hip level to ensure they met Luisa’s lower back with a sickening THWHUMP! Sanders cringed along with the rest of the crowd, even the most staunchly anti-Diamonds & Pearls among them grimacing over the brunette’s ugly return to the canvas.
Knowing damned well that Campos would need a breather after such an impact, Kylie darted under the bottom rope and grabbed the brunette’s wri--“OOOWW!”
Goodheart stamped down on the other blonde’s questing hand and twisted her heel like she was crushing a bug! “Next time I’ll use the fork.” Violyt warned without a trace of humor in her voice. “I mean it, friend-o.”
Kylie’s only response was a curled upper lip, so the Pink Stranger grabbed a rough handful of Luisa’s hair and hauled her to her knees so she could press her chest into the middle buckle. “You’re getting to be such good friends,” Goodheart giggled as she slung Campos’ arms over the second rope. “I hope Marisol doesn’t get jealous!”
Still giggling, she turned around and raced along the ropes to the opposite corner where she cut a sharp diagonal and sprinted back to the occupied corner. Or rather, several steps shy of the occupied corner, since Violyt sprang up and flew in the rest of the way, her knees SLAMMING into the Brazilian’s shoulders. Campos slopped over backward, folded awkwardly over her own calves until Goodheart grabbed her wrists and draaaaaaaaaagged her into the middle of the ring. Once there she dropped into a seat on Luisa’s chest, Violyt facing her foe’s feet so she could press her hips to the mat while Merle counted out…
SMILEY FACEBREAKER @ 2:46
www.youtube.com/watch?v=TYKA9BpXDB0
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOO!
Kylie flinched simultaneous to a spasm from Campos that edged a shoulder off the canvas before Merle could bring his hand down a third time. He rose creakily and lifted two fingers, Goodheart grinning.
“Oh Merle. You always know best.”
Violyt sank her nails into Luisa’s scalp and pulled the Brazilian to her feet as she rose, Campos blearily wincing.
“You know Pearls deserves the full treatment for trying to steal my bestie.”
The Pink Stranger pulled Luisa’s left arm wide, wrapped it in a Hammerlock and laid out, DRIVING Campos face-first into the deck. Kylie’s acquisition absently flopped to her back, cradling her injured arm, mewling in pain. Violyt then made One Bad Day worse by booting Pearls in the ribs, forcing the raven-haired grappler to her chest then snatching the injured wing, locking it again and flipping forward into a torturous bridge.
ONE BAD DAY GETS WORSE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Oq9onRhARXI
Rising to her knees, forehead planted on the mat, Luisa howled in anguish as the overturned, bridging Goodheart pours on the pressure.
“Tell me you made a mistake and all’s forgiven,” Violyt assured her. “I’m still going to put you in Orlando General, but you’ll be forgiven.”
“FAHHHHK YOU!” Campos wailed.
Violyt’s upside-down gaze moved to Sanders.
“If she’s your friend, throw in the towel.”
Kylie raised a bird to her wannabe partner instead. Violyt dropped out of the bridge and released her grip. She hopped to her feet, expression giddy as she turned to Ky.
“See? I KNEW you didn’t like her.”
To her credit, Campos tried to push to her feet but her balky arm prevented it from being a smooth process. Goodheart came for the assist, grabbing the aching arm at the wrist and TUGGING Pearls to vertical then giving the limb a whiplash shake, drawing a yelp and a scream of ‘BYTCH!” from Pearls.
“I’m sorry, Pearlsy. Let me provide a painkiller.”
The blonde used Luisa’s limb to pull Pearls toward her, chest to chest, Violyt slipping the wounded wing behind her head while dipping to wrap her arms under the thighs of Campos. Lifting Luisa into her lap. She halved the scoop to secure a softly wriggling Campos within her clutches.
The Glittering Enigma winked at her frustrated frenemy and lays out, demolishing Pearls with Happy Thoughts.
HAPPY THOUGHTS @ 00:50
www.youtube.com/watch?v=oXuA3hnjCi0
Violyt slopped the obliterated Luisa to her back, hooking a leg and rolling to a Back Press. She lifted her free arm and finger counted along with the slaps of the canvas.
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO!
Luisa pushed a shoulder off the deck in instinct as she seemed unable to move after rolling to her side. Goodheart settled on her haunches next to Pearls, Violyt again focusing on Ky, after all, the carcass beside her was only a means to an end.
“You’ve trained your puppy well. She’s almost as good a survivor as you.”
An increasingly exasperated Sanders ran both hands through her silvery bob.
“Come ON, Pearls,” she shouted.
Luisa twitched but little more.
Violyt moved to a seated position and shifted a pliant Luisa into her lap. Goodheart wrapped her ivory stems around the golden, gulping midriff of Campos, the Glittering Enigma Indian-style in the positioning of her lower limbs. Reaching her right hand over a shoulder, she plugged index and middle fingers into Luisa’s nostrils then moved her flattened left palm over Campos’ parted lips, cutting off each airway.
Pearls spasmed back to life as air became a precious commodity. She squirmed and flailed, dark eyes wide with terror. Desperate swings of her elbows connected, but Violyt dug her fingers deeper into Luisa’s nose.
“Sleepy time,” the Pink Stranger murmured. “The adults have something to discuss.”
The frantic Campos writhed wildly, deprivation fueling her for the moment before it took away her ability to respond. Finally, the Brazilian yanked Goodheart’s covering hand away and drew in a huge gasp of air. Her smother attempt lost, Violyt pulled her invading digits out of Luisa’s nostrils and hooked them into each side of her foe’s mouth, fishhooking the lips and forcing them into a painful, disturbing smile.
“I get Diamonds and Pearls and Platinum is kind of catchy,” Goodheart admitted serenely, belying the effort to stretch Luisa’s lips to some Joker-level cosplay, “but you’re taking this too far.”
Raising a fist, Pearls sent it swinging like a pendulum, narrowly avoiding her crotch and instead PLOWING it into the blonde’s beneath. Violyt’s jaw dropped wide as the pain pulsated through her frame. Her hooks tumbled loose and she pushed Luisa off her lap. Goodheart’s hands moved to her kitty, softly massaging the ache.
“Getting personal,” Violyt grunted /chuckled, “and in front of my Kiki. I was saving that stuff for marriage.”
Despite the comedic bravado, the Glittering Enigma seemed unable to rise, while after a slow, breathy struggle, a sweat-soaked Campos reached a stooped stance.
A spellbound Kylie watches in amazement as Luisa pivoted into a Side Kick to the jaw that flattens the former indie darling.
BASEMENT SIDE KICK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=n-H0wKEju_w
“Good lord, girl! Why aren’t you taking the Lightweight belt off that Slap-happy simpleton? Diamonds doesn’t deserve you.”
Sanders realized her admiration may have gone too far when Pearls shot a look of extreme irritation.
“Let me finish this job,” Campos replied. “Until then, shut your mouth.”
Kylie ran a pantomime zipper across her lips and pointed to a softly stirring Goodheart, the blonde filling the role of unkillable monster her career suggests was no act.
Luisa barrel rolled the Pink Stranger toward the ropes, spinning the dazed blonde through a full 450 degrees before stopping the journey with Violyt on her side, back turned from Campos. Luisa latched onto an ankle on one end and Goodheart’s throat on the other. Between, she stuffed her boot soles into the lower spine of her foe and leaned back, nearly dropping her shoulders to the canvas to thrust Violyt’s alabaster midriff forward in a Bow & Arrow
The Brazilian badass drew Violyt out of her stupor, the former indie darling wincing then mewling from the increasing curvature in her spine. Luisa only increased the anguish when she shifted her upper grip to a handful of golden locks.
As Pearls increases the agonizing arc to which Violyt was subjected, Merle got in the raven-haired grappler’s face.
“Let her go, Luisa! You gotta get out of the hair.”
With the zebra distracted and Violyt’s extended tummy begging to be besmirched, Kylie bared her nails. Leaning in under the bottom rope, Sanders raked both sets down the length of her would-be partner’s abdomen, from under-cleavage to waistline, a yelping Goodheart knowing full well, Luisa’s arms were already occupied.
“KIKI!” she screamed.
Unsettling the Platinum Pixie enough for Ky to stop from the inflection and volume of her voice alone, even with Goodheart still trapped, a gulping Sanders backed off several steps. Pearls was forced to relent moments later when Merle reaches ‘FOUR!’
Violyt’s escape from the Bow & Arrow proved merely a lull and not a reprieve because Campos Splashed down across her tummy a couple heartbeats later, Pearls collecting both legs in a tight bundle that pointed the blonde’s rump to the rafters for…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
“Still wanna stick around, huh?” Luisa had both hands in Violyt’s hair and was pulling quite a bit harder than necessary to get the Pink Stranger back to her feet. “Well you can stick around as long as you’d like, puta. But you’re gonna pay a HIGH PRICE to do so!”
A Toe Kick to the belly doubled Goodheart over and might’ve loosened a couple hanks of hair to boot, alas these were the least of the blonde’s problems once Campos sprang straight up and dropped to her butt, the black-clad brunette’s tawny stems stretched in a wide ‘V’ that perfectly welcomed Violyt’s face to the deck! The THWHONK of the Sit-Out Facebuster bounced Goodheart into the air, but the hair-hold kept her from rolling to her back. In fact it guaranteed a secondary impact and a subsequent canvas-assisted facial when Pearls pressed her face to the mat and swished it back and forth with an enthusiastic scrubbing!
SIT-OUT FACEBUSTER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=6P76_iw23FE
“Perfect!
Luisa had grown tired of Sanders’ increasingly strident suggestions, yet there was an undeniable poetry to this one that she was happy to oblige until Merle scurried over and killed the mood. “Stop scrubbing her face, Luisa! Don’t make me count!”
Campos paused, then resumed the aggressive abrasion when she saw the official start to relax. “What’s the matter, doofus? Afraid you’ll forget what comes after three?”
Merle sighed and started to count, the beleaguered zebra once again proving his numerical bona fides by calling a brisk ‘FOUR!’ Luisa broke her grip, flipped Merle a double bird, then shot a Half Nelson and rolled Goodheart onto her back so she could slide forward and slam her butt down on the blonde’s chest. Taking no chances, Pearls threaded her arms under Violyt’s thighs and cranked her legs backward in a Reverse Matchbook good for…
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO!
The Princess of Peaksville twisted hard right, bucking Campos from her perch at the last possible instant. “Know what I said earlier about letting you stick around as long as you wanted?” Luisa hissed as she once again filled her hands with the other woman’s hair. “Turns out I lied. You’re FINISHED, freak.”
Ignoring Merle’s whining and Kylie’s cheering, Pearls hauled Goodheart to boot-leather and deftly looped Violyt’s own hair around her throat. In the next breath she went back-to-back with the woozy blonde and a round of salacious cheers from those assembled when she scrubbed her glutes against Violyt’s tush ahead of the Pearl NeckNOOOO!
Goodheart dropped into a deep crouch that put some strain on her scalp, but this was a small price to pay since it allowed her to push off and roll up the brunette’s back to land directly in front of Camp--“OOOOFFFFFHH!” Luisa brought the jailbreak to a screeching halt thanks to a Toe Kick that skewered Violyt’s navel the instant she touched down. “Oh, so you’re too good for a necklace?” Luisa sneered at her rival as Goodheart turned away in gut-shot agony. Snuggling in against the blonde’s back, Campos trapped her right arm in a Half Nelson, then grabbed a handful of trunks at Violyt’s left hip and hoisted her into the air so that the Pink Stranger’s inner thighs were braced against Luisa’s hips. With Violyt primed and ready for demolition, Luisa jostled her back ‘n forth and asked, “Well how about a neck bra--”
“KYLIE NO, WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!” Goodheart sobbed in genuine heartbreak, the sound of it loud enough to draw Merle and Luisa’s attention in the direction of the Pleasant Valley Par-- Violyt slipped her right leg off Campos’ hip, whipped it forward and smashed it back in a Mule Kick that THUMPED between the Brazilian Bombshell’s thighs!
Kylie, who hadn’t moved from her place on the floor, was so startled by Goodheart’s exclamation and Merle’s judgmental frown that she didn’t realize what’d happened until Violyt slipped free of Pearls’ grasp and reeled her into a Standing Headscissors. “MERLE, YOU IDIOT!” Sanders only raked her hands through her hair because it was too short to pull. “SHE PLAYED YOU, TURN THE HELL AROUND!”
Merle did, but he’d missed the Low Blow and the immediate aftermath thereof. All he actually saw was Violyt looping her arms around the brunette’s waist and spinning her up onto her shoulders in the stall position for a Powerbomb. “NonononononononoNO DAMMIT!” Ky smashed a fist against the mat when Goodheart slung Campos down onto her upraised knees, poor Pearls damned near snapped in half by the comforting power of Unicorns and Rainbows! Luisa bounced away from those impaling joints to come to rest on her aggrieved back whereupon Violyt straddled her waist and pressed both hands to the Brazilian’s shoulders while Merle and the FAWNatics counted…
UNICORNS & RAINBOWS:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=MxrFuJNrKCQ
ONE…
TWO…
THREE!
Violyt flipped the hair out of her eyes and turned her attention to Kylie Sanders, who’d already put a dozen or more paces between herself and the squared circle. “Ladies and gentlemen, your winner via pin-fall… VIOLYT GOODHEART!”
Violyt greeted the Announcer’s confirmation with no noticeable reaction. Instead her attention remained firmly on Kylie. “You said she was your friend.” she told the Platinum Pixie. “So come save her.”
“You’re out of your goddamned mind.” Sanders barked. “There’s no way I’m--”
A concerned roar from the crowd when Goodheart reached into her boot and produced a nice shiny cake fork. Tapping the backside of it against Luisa’s forehead, Goodheart repeated, “You said she was your friend. Come SAVE her.”
“Hey now, Violyt.” Merle coaxed. “Put that down, you know I can’t AAAAARRRGGHHH!”
The Princess of Peaksville hit the poor dope with a massive glitter bomb, Goodheart barely even looking away from Kylie to do the deed! “Last chance, Kiki.” Violyt put the tines to Campos’ right brow and pressed ever so slightly. “Trade me. You for her. You’d do that for a friend, wouldn’t you?”
Sanders took a deep breath, started forward, then stopped and shook her head ‘no’. “Sorry Pearls.” she muttered. “You took the money, you knew what you were getting inNNNNGGGGHH!”
Kylie got bludgeoned across the back of the head, a heavy blow that would’ve knocked her flat on her face if the unseen assailant hadn’t caught her by the scruff of the neck. “Sorry little girl, this isn’t our freak.” Marisol Ayala told the FAWN Original as she marched her back to the ring. “And this sure as hell isn’t our fight. HEY, GOODHEART! SHE’S WHAT YOU WANT, RIGHT? HERE YA GO!”
MARISOL AYALA:
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Diamonds rushed up to the squared circle and tossed Kylie under the bottom rope. “You sneaking bytch, what do you think you’re doUUUUNNNGGGHH!” Ky barely made it to one knee before Violyt drilled her into the deck with a short-range Spear! Knees digging into Sanders’ flanks, the Pink Stranger momentarily turned her attention to Campos, who’d managed to roll her way to the ropes. Eyes trained on Diamonds as the big brunette pulled Pearls to safety, Goodheart said, “You tell her we’re square, just as long as she never gets between me and Kiki again.”
Marisol nodded. “Puta’s all yours, honey.”
Violyt watched D&P long enough to confirm they were really taking their leave, then she looked down at Kylie and sighed. “I think it’s time I faced a harsh truth. You and I aren’t going to best friends. We’re not even going to be partners. You just can’t be trusted.”
“Yuuhh… yes I can. I can!” Sanders promised. “All of this was a test, don’t you see? I can’t have just any loser as my partner, I’ve had too many bad ones to count! So I had to devise a test, see? To make sure you were tough enough to team with me! And holy crap, you passed! So let’s you and I go run the table on the Tag Division, huh? Those two gangly idiots don’t stand a chance against--”
Kylie quieted down fast when Goodheart pressed the fork into her forehead. “Too late for that.” Goodheart said sadly. “I wanted them to see you how I see you. Now they’re going to see what I can do TO you.”
“You don’t have to do this.” Kylie replied. “We can still be partners. We can still be friends.”
“You don’t deserve either. But I still like you, Kylie. So here’s my promise, made as official Kylie Corps member 8696572. All these people who are cheering me on right now? They’ll be cheering for you in our next match. Oh, they may START the night shrieking my name, but as the match goes on, as the punishment piles up, they’ll remember that they loved you once. They’ll forgive all of those times you turned your back on them, all those times you treated them so terribly because they never actually burned their Corps cards. They kept ‘em way down deep in their wallets with the hope that one day you’d come to your senses, that you’d become the Pleasant Valley Princess so they could roar ‘KY-LIE!, KY-LIE! at the top of their lungs. I can give that to them, Kiki. I can make them love you again. I WILL make them love you again. Sometime soon, this place will shake with the sound of your name. It will be lovely. It will be inspirational. And it will be utterly heartbreaking to hear them fade into nothing when the EMT’s close the ambulance doors and send you on your way.”
Sanders took a deep breath, swallowed the lump in her throat. “Good luck, freak. Better than you have tried. But I’ve survived each and every one of them.”
Now Goodheart actually smiled. “Oh, I’m sure I’m not the best that’s ever tried to take you out. I mean, LaKeisha wrote the book, right? And I wouldn’t ever think about Lisa’s mic stand trick, that’s just nasty! But Kiki, you must know that I’m the absolute WORST that’s ever come for your blood. If you don’t… you will.”
Violyt jerked the fork overhead and SLAMMED it down, the tines digging into the canvas mere inches from Kylie’s right ear. Then Goodheart was up and gone, the Pink Stranger skipping away from the squared circle like she didn’t have a care in the world.
Sanders sat up, swatted the flatware away and would’ve rolled outta the ring without comment if some wit in the crowd hadn’t started a ‘YOU’RE FORKED!’ chant that was soon picked up by the rest of the FAWNatics. “The hell with you!” Ky shouted. “The hell with all of you! I’ll rip that freak apart and there’s not a damned thing you can do about it!” With that she offered them a defiant middle finger, then stamped on the cake fork and got the hell out of the FAWN Arena.
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
“Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall with a twenty minute time limit!” the Announcer broke in over the oddball anthem. “Introducing first, 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!”
Those assembled still didn’t quite know how to respond, though the Princess of Peaksville must’ve made at least some inroads with the FAWN faithful because the cheers outnumbered the boos for the first time in her Orlando tenure. Their reaction was still steadier than that of the lighting system, which went into panicked strobe mode when the pair of discreetly placed cannons on either side of the entranceway fired off a volley of pink and silver glitter! Goodheart skidded out of this shimmering storm a few seconds later to greet the crowd with an enthusiastic parade wave.
“Hi everybody! Hiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii! Happy Heartbroken, I hope everyone had a great February! If you did, brace yourself, you’re about to witness something unspeakable! If you didn’t, cheer up, you’re about to witness something unspeakable!
VIOLYT GOODHEART:
Giggling aloud at some internal joke, the Glittering Enigma started down the ramp like it was the world’s biggest hopscotch track, Violyt capering and skipping from one side while always remaining juuuuuuuuuuust out of reach of those fans on the aisle. For tonight’s battle against fake-ass partner, 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.
Goodheart came to a sharp stop at the foot of the ramp, then dipped her knees and swung her arms back and forth a few times before leaping onto the bottom step like the blue-padded concrete between was scalding lava. Pleased to have saved herself from such a fiery fate, she hurried up the steps and vaulted over the top rope.
Merle hurried over to check on the blonde’s pads and boots, but he barely got a word out before Violyt breezed by him and said, “Oh no Merle, you think you’re a referee again? Why did you stop taking your medication?”
“Ummmhhhh… what? Wait, come back, I need to--”
“Not a referee, remember?” Violyt told him as she waved to the Orlando faithful from the opposite corner. “Up the dosage, Merle!”
Listening to Goodheart’s music and the accompanying cheers sent a shiver down the spine of the Platinum Pixie.
KYLIE SANDERS:
What was wrong with these dopes?
The hate for her made sense. Jealousy. But love for that lunatic? A lunatic obsessed with her? Maybe she was the fans’ perfect representative. They were all obsessed with her too.
“Don’t worry,” Kylie bleated. “You’ve got this.”
LUISA CAMPOS:
Luisa rolled her eyes. “Duh. You worry too much Sanders. I dragged you to a win against her. You know how much easier this is going to be to do it for myself.”
The Hawkeye’s face turned sour from the less than backhanded insult.
MARISOL AYALA:
“Damn straight,” Marisol Ayala, Campos’ partner in the reality-based world agreed.
“Oh yeah,” Sanders interrupted. “Bethany told me only one person can accompany Luisa tonight, so…”
Ayala cast a sneering glance down on the shorter blonde.
“So get your lily ass out of here,” Marisol replied.
Luisa put a palm on Diamond’s shoulder before Ayala pounded the Platinum Pixie into dust.
“She’s paying the freight tonight,” Pearls informed. “Doubling my payday. Don’t worry. The party’s on me after I send the Pink Puta back to the indies.”
Marisol seemed assuaged for the moment.
Pearls and Platinum moved to the stage entrance as Violyt’s music finally faded.
“Ladies and gentlemen. Accompanied by the artist formerly known as Vanilla Chill, Kylie Sanders, hailing from Rio de Janeiro, Brazil, she stands five feet four inches and weighs in at one hundred and twenty-two pounds, she is pro-wrestling’s Perfect Pearl… LUISA CAMPOS!”
The curtains parted and the duo strode to front and center, the silvery-bobbed Pixie ready for anything in her black-and-gold battle gear and the smoky, dark eyed brunette. Making it all of three steps before dressing down the dolts, dimwits and dipshyts that thought they could steal her oxygen, Campos unloaded with both barrels on the jeering FAWNatics before motioning for Kylie to lead the way, taking the more direct fit of anger from the crowd.
Eager to show how much more she could do to Goodheart than her benefactor and make a name forcing Violyt back to the shadows of the wrestling world, Luisa treated herself to a pearlescent promenade. The Brazilian Bombshell moved slowly enough to draw every eye on the aisle while quickly enough to avoid any sort of meaningful interaction with those paying her salary.
For tonight’s Heartbroken showcase, Luisa was clad in a sleek black velvet two-piece, cut high on the hips. Two sets of three strings of pearls descended 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.
Reaching the foot of the ramp, Campos directed her Platinum pursestrings to the corner farthest from Violyt, Kylie shouting dire warnings at the Glittering Enigma who only waved cheerily back at her future partner, pursing her lips in a mock kiss of Kylie.
In turn, Sanders suggested Goodheart kiss her ass while Pearls did the same with the unpleasant denizens of the FAWN Arena. Luisa reached the apron and demanded the official come and sit on the middle rope, pushing the top upward.
Campos slid through carefully, her eyes never leaving the poised Violyt. Luisa pointed at her opponent as she claimed center stage.
“Gringa. Platinum already proved you unworthy of her. Pearls is proving you unworthy of this profession.”
Luisa offered a smirk and a lingering single bicep flex, first for Goodheart, then for the hard camera. She capped her arrival with a hair flip and a disdainful middle finger, as she backpedaled to the station beside her patron, settling against the turnbuckles and staring daggers at the Pink Stranger.
“Platinum and Pearls, baby! Platinum and Pearls!” Kylie slapped Luisa on the shoulder before curling that hand into a fist and offering it to brunette.
Campos raised her fist but didn’t initiate the bump until she’d said, “Diamonds and Pearls and Platinum.”
Sanders blinked, then said, “Yeah sure, we can work on branding later. Kick her crazy ass, Luisa.”
Pearls didn’t respond because she’d already turned her attention to the Glittering Enigma, who was watching her with an intensely thoughtful expression. It was a disconcerting look for Goodheart and Campos started to comment only to be interrupted by the CLANG! of the bell. Violyt clapped once, her face breaking into an off-kilter smile as she started toward the center of the squared circle. Luisa moved to intercept at once, the brunette rightfully thinking that Goodheart was making a beeline for the Platinum Pixie. Thus she was mildly surprised (not concerned, mind you) to realize that Violyt’s gaze was focused entirely on her.
“Got your attention now, huh puta?” Luisa cooed as she closed on the Princess of Peaksville. “That’s good, that’s REAL good. I don’t want you thinking about anyone else when I fit you for another Pearl Necklace.”
“Oh, I’m fine with one.” Goodheart answered quietly. “Wouldn’t want to look TOO gaudy, that’s your thing, after all. But I’ll happily help fit you for a neck brace. Maybe even a halo if you’re really good.” Violyt raised her hands and would’ve began circling if Campos hadn’t raised an index finger.
“We can wrestle in a minute, blondie.” the brunette murmured. “Right now I want to pull your hair out by the f*cking roots.”
“Ooooooooohhhhh, that sounds FUN!” Violyt’s eyes gleamed with anticipation. “How do you feel about two player?”
Campos raised both hands and made a show of running them through her long, dark hair. “It’s the only way I play, [/I]puta[/I]. Grab hold, if you’ve got the guts. Just know I’m gonna make you scr--”
Goodheart plunged her hands into Luisa’s hair and let her nails tickle the brunette’s scalp without actually digging in. “Don’t hesitate now, Pearls.” Violyt giggled. “We’ve both got skin in this ga--” Campos did as bade, the black-clad battler filling both hands with Violyt’s golden tresses. Nothing tangible passed between them, yet blonde and brunette began to yank and pull at the exact same time, both ladies stamping around in awkward little circles as they did their best to remove great big patches of her opponent’s scalp.
“Yeah, get her Pearls! Get her!” Sanders pounded the apron with one hand, then offered up an enthusiastic round of applause. “Snatch that creepy little weirdo bald! Hey, what’re you doing, Merle? You’re blocking my view!”
Bless his heart, Merle waded into the fray with every intent of prizing his charges apart. “C’mon ladies, you know you can’t pull hair like that! Let’s have a nice, clean break and then you can lock-up--”
“Shut your goddamned mouth, idiot.” Campos hissed without taking her eyes from Violyt.
“Pearly’s right, my good man.” Goodheart agreed. “This isn’t a blender you wanna reach into. But you’re more than welcome to trRRRGGGGHH!”
Luisa set her feet and wrenched her opponent’s head left and right like she meant to pop it off her shoulders! “Hope you’re using a good conditioner, freak show.” Campos sneered through clenched teeth. “Because I’m gonna make you eat every bit of ARRRRRGGHHH!” Violyt answered her foe’s yanking with a merciless round of back and forth tugging that made Luisa stamp her feet in furious hurt!
“Don’t let her push you around, Pearls!” Ky called out. “You’re tuffer than she is, so rip out that rat’s nest and feed it to WHOAH!” Sanders sprang away from the corner when Campos and Goodheart careened that way, the tethered grapplers twisting ‘round on each other almost half a dozen times before Luisa drove Violyt into the buckles with a low BWUUUNG!
Pearls tummied in at once, bracing her right foot atop the bottom rope so she could lean in and craaaaaaaaaaaaank Violyt’s head backward over the top turnbuckle. “Hair’s starting to give way, puta. I can feel it! Why don’t you grab the ropes, get Merle over here to save your scrawny assSSUUGGGHH!”
The Pink Stranger stuffed a sharp Kneelift into the Brazilian’s inner thigh, then added another to the pit of her stomach. The claws in Violyt’s hair loosened without falling away so the blonde surged forward and whipped around in a half circle to force Campos into the spot she’d just occupied. That didn’t break Luisa’s grip either, in fact it got that much tighter as Goodheart mounted the middle rope. Managing a grin despite the burn in her scalp and the growing kink in her neck, Violyt yanked her foe’s noggin this way and that all while forcing her tummy into the brunette’s hissing mug.
“I don’t mind wrestling with a pixie cut, it’s always cool when Tag Teams have matching hair-cuts, don’t you think?”
The Glittering Enigma didn’t pause in expectation of an answer, rather she grabbed that much more hair so she could bounce the back of Campos’ skull against the roughly-padded canvas. Luisa held on as long as she could but the combination of hair-hold and buckle-bludgeoning eventually doomed her grip on Violyt’s lo--
“OOOOOHHHHH!” Vi’s eyes went wide with shock and pain when Luisa’s hands ‘SMECKED’ her backside half a heartbeat before caught hold of her briefs and made them disappear with a savage wedgie!
“That’ll teach ya, weirdo!” Sanders was back by the apron to urge on her new friend. “Pearls is gonna saw you in half if--HEY! HEY, MAKE HER KNOCK THAT OFF, MERLE! LUISA’S IN THE CORNER!”
The ‘that’ in question was a blatant bit of nose-hooking, Goodheart halving that follicular fury to slip her index and middle fingers into the brunette’s nostrils for a bit of amateur Rhinoplasty. “AARRRRGGGHHHHH CRAZY BIDGE!” Luisa abandoned the wedgie to raaaaaaaaaake one hand down the blonde’s left thigh while the other grabbed hold of the top rope. “BREAG!” she bellowed. “BREAG!”
“All right Violyt, let her go!” Merle called as he rushed in to restore some semblance of order. “C’mon now, let go so we can--” Goodheart doubled down on Pearls’ locks, hopped down from the corner and took a giant step backward so she could sling Luisa halfway across the ring with a huge Hairmare! Campos came down flat on her chest and tummy, then rolled onto her shoulder and hip to tend to her face while protecting against a cover from the Princess of Peaksville.
Speaking of whom, Goodheart nodded along with Merle’s chiding, but the FAWNatics could tell she was far more focused on correcting that ungodly wedgie. “Whew, that’s much better.” Violyt sighed in relief when her togs returned to their factory default.
“Enjoy it while you can, freak!” Kylie barked up at the other blonde. “Luisa’s gonna have you begging for a straightjacket before this match is--” Goodheart walked away from Sanders’ threat like it was so much unimportant background noise. “Who do you think you are?” the Pleasant Valley Pariah shouted after Goodheart. “Don’t you dare turn your back on-- LOOK OUT, PEARLS!”
Violyt broke into a sprint, sprang into the air and kicked both legs forward so she could bring the full weight of her right thigh THUMPING down across the side of Campos’ skull! Luisa juddered, shoved the encroaching limb aside, then cursed aloud when Goodheart snuggled in from above and caught her in a Figure Four Headscissors. “Ya kicked me when I was down, Pearls.” Violyt said to the struggling brunette. “S’only fair that I get to flay you when you’re down!” Crooking her left hand into a spade, she hunched over the Brazilian Bombshell and began to draaaaaaaaaaaaag her nails up Luisa’s fluttering tummy!
Campos squealed and writhed from the sting of the stilettos gouging her tawny midriff. She pushed vainly against Goodheart’s stems, far from able to pop her head loose from between the locked legs.
“You’re going toAHHHHHH!”
Another rake of the belly from Violyt interrupted Luisa’s threat, transforming it into a howl of pain.
“MERLE!” Sanders shouted, fingers sweeping through her silvery bob. “Open your damn eyes!”
The zebra shrugged. It wasn’t illegal. Just damned nasty. And if the former indie darling clearly wasn’t concerned about breaking the rules, bending someone’s idea of fair play didn’t register at all. Thankfully for the raven-haired Brazilian, Violyt ended her scoring, instead pressing her palms against the canvas. It’s a brief respite in one fashion, but only for Goodheart to press upwards and increase the pressure created with her straining, sinewy legs.
Pearls’ face turned rosy, her dark eyes going wide, her lips burbling as the vise of Violyt’s lower limbs threatened to send Campos’ gray matter out through her ears.
Slowly, Luisa rotated her frame toward Kylie’s worried shouts and, with Campos’ boots still twelve inches away from salvation, a desperate Sanders grabbed hold and laid her ally’s ankle across the bottom rope, all within Merle’s admittedly weak eyesight.
The ref scolded the Platinum Pixie, warning the Hawkeye about a possible disqualification with any further shenanigans, but Violyt wasn’t having it.
“Let my little Kiki have her fun, Merlesy,” Goodheart grunted as she released her Scissors on the Brazilian and pushes to her feet. “And if she wanted to come in and have some. Well. Just let her know if she interrupts mine, we might not be besties anymore.”
Violyt stepped toward Sanders and Kylie backed off from the rim of the apron a couple steps, throwing up her palms.
“See, Merlesy? She’ll be good.”
Goodheart grabbed Pearls by her noggin and yanked the bleary-eyed grappler to her feet. Luisa brought her arms up to break the hold but was instantly gutted by a Toe Kick to her welt-striped tummy. Doubled over in front of the Pink Stranger, Violyt tugged the lowered head of Pearls into a Front Facelock. She grasped the opposite hip of Luisa’s gear and SNAP Suplexed Campos off her boot soles directly into a crashing collision with the corner above her benefactor, spine THUMPING off the buckles before she collapsed to the canvas on her head and shoulders.
SNAP SUPLEX INTO CORNER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Uan_1Jg0Z2I
With Campos remaining piled on those shoulders from the landing, the Glittering Enigma captured her foe’s legs in a Scissors, locking her into the cradle pin for the…
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TWO…
Luisa’s able to collapse free of the predicament, ending on knees and elbows, spent from Goodheart’s success. On her haunches next to Campos, Violyt’s lips curled into a smirk.
“She thought she could keep us apart,” Goodheart purred at her would-be partner. “One way or the other, you’ll be my one and only, Kiki.”
As if to show her the more unpleasant way of the two, a growling Pink Stranger ripped the rubbery Luisa to her feet, tugging her into another Front Facelock. Goodheart vaulted Pearls into the air and spins into a disastrous impact for Luisa, Campos CRUSHED by the former indie star’s Spinning Brainbuster.
SPINNING BRAINBUSTER @ 00:59
www.youtube.com/watch?v=2DWnEMJ6TwM
The blonde scrambled to a Crossbody pin atop the semi-conscious Pearls’ chest for the…
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TWO…
Luisa slid from under Violyt’s pin but not under her own steam. Reaching in under the bottom rope, Kylie hooked onto an ankle and pulled her cohort clean out of the squared circle, Luisa leaning heavily against a supportive Pleasant Valley Pariah. Sanders walked beside the raven-haired wrestler playing the role of a friend trying to shuffle someone out of the club after a long bender.
Sanders softly tapped on Campos’ cheek, trying to call Luisa’s senses back. She’s half successful, but only by the time a sprinting Violyt zoomed through the ropes. Goodheart, RAMMED into the temporary twosome with a Suicide Dive, sending Campos and Kylie flying into the steel barricade, Luisa back first, Kylie’s ivory midriff THUNKING against the metal tube at the top.
With Sanders draped over the barrier like laundry, front row FAWNatics getting an up close and personal view, Goodheart moves next to the Platinum Pixie and couldn’t stop herself from flattening her right hand into a paddle. With Kylie’s cheeks on display, Goodheart landed a stinging SWAT to the Iowan’s backside, Sanders flinching and cursing. As if finding a new favorite dessert, the Glittering Enigma helped herself to another taste. She fired away with spank after spank, the crowd counting her to a full ten-spot.
By the end, Ky’s on tiptoes, tears welling in her hazel eyes as she yipped and yelped through the humiliation.
“Y’know,” Violyt softly chuckles between beaming grins. “Maybe I’ve been looking at this all wrong. I do have a soft spot in my heart for you, Kiki. But watching your butt jump with each meaty whack, I’m realizing I REALLY loved you when you were the jobber extraordinaire. Maybe I don’t want to partner with you.”
Violyt spun a blubbering, red-rumped Kylie to face her and clubbed her with a Clothesline across the clavicle, Sanders backflipping into the front row.
“Maybe I want to jump into a time machine and make you my bytch.”
As the revelation seems to settle, Goodheart enjoying watching the softly stirring Sanders trying to crawl free of the surrounding fans, Luisa dove into a nasty clip, trying to rupture the Glittering Enigma’s knee socket from behind.
Goodheart dropped to the knee from the sneak attack. She’s quickly up but clearly hobbled as she limped down the length of the ring. Campos took a brief glance at the Hawkeye. Clearly, Kylie’s on her own. This fight had turned from payment to personal. Her ‘Platinum card’ be damned.
Racing from behind Goodheart, Luisa latched onto a wrist and shoulder and heaved the blonde, Violyt losing her balance from her injured wheel and CRASHING shoulder-first into the steel ring steps, the force of the collision sending the upper half of the stairs askew. Perhaps the Pink Stranger’s arm socket as well.
With Merle’s count growing, Luisa scraped the pooled Goodheart off the thinly-padded arena floor and shoved her back in the ring. Eerily ignoring the god-awful impact, Violyt pushed slowly to her feet only to turn into an airborne Brazilian, Pearls having climbed the nearest buckles and launching. Luisa’s Missile Dropkick connected with every bit of energy, sending the former indie darling back-somersaulting twice, ending splayed in a spreadeagle.
Moving next to the dazed Vi, Campos collected both legs, then pivoted and dropped between, sending an elbow to the inside of the knee she’s ravaged. With both limbs in her possession, Luisa rolled to her back, in turn spinning Violyt to her chest. The Brazilian Baddie sat up, tucking Violyt’s boot tips under her pits while latching onto Goodheart’s wrists. Her Rocking Horse saddled for a ride, Campos leeeeeeeeaned back to begin the torture of back, neck and arms, Pearls ready to teach the whack job that, in the end, she’s just another gringa who’ll cry her surrender.
ROCKING HORSE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=rkXCtfgfXqg
“Ask her, Merle,” Luisa demanded. “She can quit. Or I can rip her arms out.”
“What do you say, Violyt?” the official’s query held a note of obvious urgency. The slowly increasing arch in his charge’s spine was quite unpleasant to watch. “Do you need me to call for the bell? Tell me something or I’ll have to--”
“Oedipus on the Orpheum Circuit!” Violyt blurted something that was half laugh, half bark.
Merle frowned, taken aback with the non-sequitur. “Ummmh, what? Are you ok, Violyt? Did you hit your--”
“The score is still Q to twelve, my favor!”
The Pink Stranger was shrieking and laughing at the same time, neither Merle or Luisa cared for it in the slightest. Even so, it didn’t dissuade the referee from his duties. “Please, Vi. If I don’t get a real answer I’ll have to assume you can’t defend your--”
“I’d eat my Kylie Corps Official Membership Card before I tap out to this snotty little Gabby Mendoza wannaRRRGGGGGHH!”
The sternness of that rebuttal (not to mention the downright slanderous comparison to that Bubble Yum-brained puta) drove Campos into a frenzy of furious swinging, Pearls just rooooooooooocking her bawling prey as hard as she could. “SAY IT, BYTCH!” Luisa screamed down at the blonde. “SAY YOU SUBMIT TO--”
“F*CK YOU, PEARLSNNNGGGHHH!”
Luisa rose onto her tiptoes while simultaneously yanking up on both ends of the Rocking Horse to ensure Goodheart fell just a little farther when she let loose all at once. Patently unsatisfied with the sound of her foe’s body hitting the deck, Campos bent down, grabbed a shoulder and rolled Violyt onto her back. A great, gaudy Bytch Slap was followed by a flawless vertical leap, the black-clad Brazilian Bombshell kicking both legs forward to ensure every bit of her hundred and twenty-so pounds was concentrated in the Butt Bomb she THUMPED down on the blonde’s chest!
Violyt’s legs kicked up into the air, allowing Luisa to catch ‘em around the knees before she leaned forward into a deep Matchbook that kept Goodheart glued in place for the…
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TWO…
THRNOOOO!
Violyt twisted loose, her escape spilling Campos forward onto her hands and knees.
“Guuuuhhh… great work, Pearls!” Kylie groaned to her new friend as she slumped into place against the ring-post closest to the askew steps. “Give her a few for me!”
“The hell with that.” Luisa muttered as she buried her hands in the blonde’s hair. “These are all for me!”
Returning Goodheart to boot-leather with a few more yanks than was strictly necessary, Pearls halved the hair-hold just to deliver several taunting slaps to her rival’s mouth. Then she turned toward Kylie’s corner and sprinted in that direction with Violyt stumbling along in her wake. Luisa didn’t actually slow so much as she transferred her momentum into Goodheart at the last second, Campos spinning out of the way to BWUUUNG the weirdo’s head into the top turnbuckle.
“Oh no puta, you’re not going anywhere.” Pearls kept hold of Violyt’s tresses to ensure she didn’t get more than a couple wobbly steps from the corner. Hopping into a seat on the top turnbuckle, Campos raised her right knee and braced it against Goodheart’s jaw before she hopped off and came down in a neat little forward somersault while Violyt was THWHONKED down on the back of her head! “You’re finished now, freak.” Luisa scrambled back to her blonde, planted a knee on her jaw and hooked the far leg for…
REVERSE CALF BRANDING:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=2WeSS2hp_dU
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THRENOOOOOOOO!
Violyt got a hand on Campos’ grinding knee and shoved it away, much to the delight of everyone not named Kylie Sanders. “Damn, Merle! Could you count any slower?!” the Pleasant Valley Pariah shouted. “Pearls had her down for a count of five!”
“Doesn’t matter to me, Platinum.” Campos noted as she got to her feet with Violyt in tow. “Crazy puta wants to keep kicking out? That’s just permission to keep whooping her saggy ass!”
This earned a round of applause from Sanders and some jeers from the crowd, both of whom got louder when Luisa scooped Goodheart up onto her shoulder and stomped back to the corner where she promptly tacked Violyt to the Tree of Woe. “Not so scary now, are you?” Pearls settled down on her haunches, then jabbed an index finger into the blonde’s tummy once she was satisfied with those upside down accommodations. Violyt said nothing, much to the brunette’s disgust. Fashioning her hand into a claw, she gouged that five-tined spade into her rival’s abs and began to work her wrist back and forth.
“I asked you a question, puta. I expect an answer.
Goodheart giggled, then groaned when Campos jabbed a thumb into her navel. “I’m sorry, what was the questNGH! NGH! NGH! NNNGGGGHHH!”
Luisa punched her three times in rapid succession, then leeeeeeeeeeeaned in with every bit of her weight in an attempt to drive that fist straight through the Pink Stranger’s midsection. “I’m the scariest bytch in this ring, freak. I wanna hear you say it.” Campos hissed. “No, I wanna hear you SCREAM--”
Violyt reached out, grabbed the bottom rope and gave it a firm shake. “Hey Merle? Could you tell Pearly here that I’m in ropes? I’m not sure she understands how the rules OOOOFFFFFFHHHH!”
Pearls buried a sawed-off Shoulderblock in Goodheart’s belly, then shoved her back down to ensure she remained smudged against the Tree of Woe. “You’re gonna beg, freak.” Campos promised as she stood up and backpedaled to the middle of the ring. “Not for Kylie’s friendship, that’s too good for a pathetic sub-humanoid like you. You’re gonna beg for my mercy!”
“PREACH!” FAWN’s Most Hated shouted from outside the ring. “Cut her in half, Pearls!”
Luisa answered by ‘framing’ Violyt’s tummy with both hands, and, apparently happy with her shot, raced at the upended blonde and took to the sky, Campos twisting a quarter turn in mid-flight for a Crossbody that--“HHHHRRGGGGGHH!”
The Princess of Peaksville crunched her way into a seat in the high rent district no more than a second before Luisa slammed into the middle turnbuckle! In a just world Pearls would’ve bounced away and landed well clear of the corner, alas the squared circle was anything but just and so she ended up draped facedown across the second strand on either side of the ring-post.
Above the groaning brunette, a seemingly oblivious Violyt waved and whistled to the Pleasant Valley Pariah. “Hey! Hey Kiki! Watch me dive! Are ya gonna watch? C’mon, c’mon, c’mon, it’s gonna be so gooooooooood!”
“SHUT UP!” Ky bellowed at the lunatic. “JUST SHUT THE HELL UP AND LEAVE ME ALONE!”
Violyt actually obliged her, at least for the few seconds it took her to rise from a seat to a crouch. “That’s the last thing you need, Kylie.” she said softly. “Everyone knows you can’t be left to your own devices. And once I’m by your side… you’ll never be alone again.”
With that she stood tall and hopped / dropped backward, the Glittering Enigma raising both knees to hip level to ensure they met Luisa’s lower back with a sickening THWHUMP! Sanders cringed along with the rest of the crowd, even the most staunchly anti-Diamonds & Pearls among them grimacing over the brunette’s ugly return to the canvas.
Knowing damned well that Campos would need a breather after such an impact, Kylie darted under the bottom rope and grabbed the brunette’s wri--“OOOWW!”
Goodheart stamped down on the other blonde’s questing hand and twisted her heel like she was crushing a bug! “Next time I’ll use the fork.” Violyt warned without a trace of humor in her voice. “I mean it, friend-o.”
Kylie’s only response was a curled upper lip, so the Pink Stranger grabbed a rough handful of Luisa’s hair and hauled her to her knees so she could press her chest into the middle buckle. “You’re getting to be such good friends,” Goodheart giggled as she slung Campos’ arms over the second rope. “I hope Marisol doesn’t get jealous!”
Still giggling, she turned around and raced along the ropes to the opposite corner where she cut a sharp diagonal and sprinted back to the occupied corner. Or rather, several steps shy of the occupied corner, since Violyt sprang up and flew in the rest of the way, her knees SLAMMING into the Brazilian’s shoulders. Campos slopped over backward, folded awkwardly over her own calves until Goodheart grabbed her wrists and draaaaaaaaaagged her into the middle of the ring. Once there she dropped into a seat on Luisa’s chest, Violyt facing her foe’s feet so she could press her hips to the mat while Merle counted out…
SMILEY FACEBREAKER @ 2:46
www.youtube.com/watch?v=TYKA9BpXDB0
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THRNOOO!
Kylie flinched simultaneous to a spasm from Campos that edged a shoulder off the canvas before Merle could bring his hand down a third time. He rose creakily and lifted two fingers, Goodheart grinning.
“Oh Merle. You always know best.”
Violyt sank her nails into Luisa’s scalp and pulled the Brazilian to her feet as she rose, Campos blearily wincing.
“You know Pearls deserves the full treatment for trying to steal my bestie.”
The Pink Stranger pulled Luisa’s left arm wide, wrapped it in a Hammerlock and laid out, DRIVING Campos face-first into the deck. Kylie’s acquisition absently flopped to her back, cradling her injured arm, mewling in pain. Violyt then made One Bad Day worse by booting Pearls in the ribs, forcing the raven-haired grappler to her chest then snatching the injured wing, locking it again and flipping forward into a torturous bridge.
ONE BAD DAY GETS WORSE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Oq9onRhARXI
Rising to her knees, forehead planted on the mat, Luisa howled in anguish as the overturned, bridging Goodheart pours on the pressure.
“Tell me you made a mistake and all’s forgiven,” Violyt assured her. “I’m still going to put you in Orlando General, but you’ll be forgiven.”
“FAHHHHK YOU!” Campos wailed.
Violyt’s upside-down gaze moved to Sanders.
“If she’s your friend, throw in the towel.”
Kylie raised a bird to her wannabe partner instead. Violyt dropped out of the bridge and released her grip. She hopped to her feet, expression giddy as she turned to Ky.
“See? I KNEW you didn’t like her.”
To her credit, Campos tried to push to her feet but her balky arm prevented it from being a smooth process. Goodheart came for the assist, grabbing the aching arm at the wrist and TUGGING Pearls to vertical then giving the limb a whiplash shake, drawing a yelp and a scream of ‘BYTCH!” from Pearls.
“I’m sorry, Pearlsy. Let me provide a painkiller.”
The blonde used Luisa’s limb to pull Pearls toward her, chest to chest, Violyt slipping the wounded wing behind her head while dipping to wrap her arms under the thighs of Campos. Lifting Luisa into her lap. She halved the scoop to secure a softly wriggling Campos within her clutches.
The Glittering Enigma winked at her frustrated frenemy and lays out, demolishing Pearls with Happy Thoughts.
HAPPY THOUGHTS @ 00:50
www.youtube.com/watch?v=oXuA3hnjCi0
Violyt slopped the obliterated Luisa to her back, hooking a leg and rolling to a Back Press. She lifted her free arm and finger counted along with the slaps of the canvas.
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TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO!
Luisa pushed a shoulder off the deck in instinct as she seemed unable to move after rolling to her side. Goodheart settled on her haunches next to Pearls, Violyt again focusing on Ky, after all, the carcass beside her was only a means to an end.
“You’ve trained your puppy well. She’s almost as good a survivor as you.”
An increasingly exasperated Sanders ran both hands through her silvery bob.
“Come ON, Pearls,” she shouted.
Luisa twitched but little more.
Violyt moved to a seated position and shifted a pliant Luisa into her lap. Goodheart wrapped her ivory stems around the golden, gulping midriff of Campos, the Glittering Enigma Indian-style in the positioning of her lower limbs. Reaching her right hand over a shoulder, she plugged index and middle fingers into Luisa’s nostrils then moved her flattened left palm over Campos’ parted lips, cutting off each airway.
Pearls spasmed back to life as air became a precious commodity. She squirmed and flailed, dark eyes wide with terror. Desperate swings of her elbows connected, but Violyt dug her fingers deeper into Luisa’s nose.
“Sleepy time,” the Pink Stranger murmured. “The adults have something to discuss.”
The frantic Campos writhed wildly, deprivation fueling her for the moment before it took away her ability to respond. Finally, the Brazilian yanked Goodheart’s covering hand away and drew in a huge gasp of air. Her smother attempt lost, Violyt pulled her invading digits out of Luisa’s nostrils and hooked them into each side of her foe’s mouth, fishhooking the lips and forcing them into a painful, disturbing smile.
“I get Diamonds and Pearls and Platinum is kind of catchy,” Goodheart admitted serenely, belying the effort to stretch Luisa’s lips to some Joker-level cosplay, “but you’re taking this too far.”
Raising a fist, Pearls sent it swinging like a pendulum, narrowly avoiding her crotch and instead PLOWING it into the blonde’s beneath. Violyt’s jaw dropped wide as the pain pulsated through her frame. Her hooks tumbled loose and she pushed Luisa off her lap. Goodheart’s hands moved to her kitty, softly massaging the ache.
“Getting personal,” Violyt grunted /chuckled, “and in front of my Kiki. I was saving that stuff for marriage.”
Despite the comedic bravado, the Glittering Enigma seemed unable to rise, while after a slow, breathy struggle, a sweat-soaked Campos reached a stooped stance.
A spellbound Kylie watches in amazement as Luisa pivoted into a Side Kick to the jaw that flattens the former indie darling.
BASEMENT SIDE KICK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=n-H0wKEju_w
“Good lord, girl! Why aren’t you taking the Lightweight belt off that Slap-happy simpleton? Diamonds doesn’t deserve you.”
Sanders realized her admiration may have gone too far when Pearls shot a look of extreme irritation.
“Let me finish this job,” Campos replied. “Until then, shut your mouth.”
Kylie ran a pantomime zipper across her lips and pointed to a softly stirring Goodheart, the blonde filling the role of unkillable monster her career suggests was no act.
Luisa barrel rolled the Pink Stranger toward the ropes, spinning the dazed blonde through a full 450 degrees before stopping the journey with Violyt on her side, back turned from Campos. Luisa latched onto an ankle on one end and Goodheart’s throat on the other. Between, she stuffed her boot soles into the lower spine of her foe and leaned back, nearly dropping her shoulders to the canvas to thrust Violyt’s alabaster midriff forward in a Bow & Arrow
The Brazilian badass drew Violyt out of her stupor, the former indie darling wincing then mewling from the increasing curvature in her spine. Luisa only increased the anguish when she shifted her upper grip to a handful of golden locks.
As Pearls increases the agonizing arc to which Violyt was subjected, Merle got in the raven-haired grappler’s face.
“Let her go, Luisa! You gotta get out of the hair.”
With the zebra distracted and Violyt’s extended tummy begging to be besmirched, Kylie bared her nails. Leaning in under the bottom rope, Sanders raked both sets down the length of her would-be partner’s abdomen, from under-cleavage to waistline, a yelping Goodheart knowing full well, Luisa’s arms were already occupied.
“KIKI!” she screamed.
Unsettling the Platinum Pixie enough for Ky to stop from the inflection and volume of her voice alone, even with Goodheart still trapped, a gulping Sanders backed off several steps. Pearls was forced to relent moments later when Merle reaches ‘FOUR!’
Violyt’s escape from the Bow & Arrow proved merely a lull and not a reprieve because Campos Splashed down across her tummy a couple heartbeats later, Pearls collecting both legs in a tight bundle that pointed the blonde’s rump to the rafters for…
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TWO…
THRNOOOO!
“Still wanna stick around, huh?” Luisa had both hands in Violyt’s hair and was pulling quite a bit harder than necessary to get the Pink Stranger back to her feet. “Well you can stick around as long as you’d like, puta. But you’re gonna pay a HIGH PRICE to do so!”
A Toe Kick to the belly doubled Goodheart over and might’ve loosened a couple hanks of hair to boot, alas these were the least of the blonde’s problems once Campos sprang straight up and dropped to her butt, the black-clad brunette’s tawny stems stretched in a wide ‘V’ that perfectly welcomed Violyt’s face to the deck! The THWHONK of the Sit-Out Facebuster bounced Goodheart into the air, but the hair-hold kept her from rolling to her back. In fact it guaranteed a secondary impact and a subsequent canvas-assisted facial when Pearls pressed her face to the mat and swished it back and forth with an enthusiastic scrubbing!
SIT-OUT FACEBUSTER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=6P76_iw23FE
“Perfect!
Perrrrrrrrrfect
[/I]!” Kylie shouted from the perimeter. “Turn her crazy face into a freakin’ Rorschach blot, Pearls!”Luisa had grown tired of Sanders’ increasingly strident suggestions, yet there was an undeniable poetry to this one that she was happy to oblige until Merle scurried over and killed the mood. “Stop scrubbing her face, Luisa! Don’t make me count!”
Campos paused, then resumed the aggressive abrasion when she saw the official start to relax. “What’s the matter, doofus? Afraid you’ll forget what comes after three?”
Merle sighed and started to count, the beleaguered zebra once again proving his numerical bona fides by calling a brisk ‘FOUR!’ Luisa broke her grip, flipped Merle a double bird, then shot a Half Nelson and rolled Goodheart onto her back so she could slide forward and slam her butt down on the blonde’s chest. Taking no chances, Pearls threaded her arms under Violyt’s thighs and cranked her legs backward in a Reverse Matchbook good for…
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TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO!
The Princess of Peaksville twisted hard right, bucking Campos from her perch at the last possible instant. “Know what I said earlier about letting you stick around as long as you wanted?” Luisa hissed as she once again filled her hands with the other woman’s hair. “Turns out I lied. You’re FINISHED, freak.”
Ignoring Merle’s whining and Kylie’s cheering, Pearls hauled Goodheart to boot-leather and deftly looped Violyt’s own hair around her throat. In the next breath she went back-to-back with the woozy blonde and a round of salacious cheers from those assembled when she scrubbed her glutes against Violyt’s tush ahead of the Pearl NeckNOOOO!
Goodheart dropped into a deep crouch that put some strain on her scalp, but this was a small price to pay since it allowed her to push off and roll up the brunette’s back to land directly in front of Camp--“OOOOFFFFFHH!” Luisa brought the jailbreak to a screeching halt thanks to a Toe Kick that skewered Violyt’s navel the instant she touched down. “Oh, so you’re too good for a necklace?” Luisa sneered at her rival as Goodheart turned away in gut-shot agony. Snuggling in against the blonde’s back, Campos trapped her right arm in a Half Nelson, then grabbed a handful of trunks at Violyt’s left hip and hoisted her into the air so that the Pink Stranger’s inner thighs were braced against Luisa’s hips. With Violyt primed and ready for demolition, Luisa jostled her back ‘n forth and asked, “Well how about a neck bra--”
“KYLIE NO, WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!” Goodheart sobbed in genuine heartbreak, the sound of it loud enough to draw Merle and Luisa’s attention in the direction of the Pleasant Valley Par-- Violyt slipped her right leg off Campos’ hip, whipped it forward and smashed it back in a Mule Kick that THUMPED between the Brazilian Bombshell’s thighs!
Kylie, who hadn’t moved from her place on the floor, was so startled by Goodheart’s exclamation and Merle’s judgmental frown that she didn’t realize what’d happened until Violyt slipped free of Pearls’ grasp and reeled her into a Standing Headscissors. “MERLE, YOU IDIOT!” Sanders only raked her hands through her hair because it was too short to pull. “SHE PLAYED YOU, TURN THE HELL AROUND!”
Merle did, but he’d missed the Low Blow and the immediate aftermath thereof. All he actually saw was Violyt looping her arms around the brunette’s waist and spinning her up onto her shoulders in the stall position for a Powerbomb. “NonononononononoNO DAMMIT!” Ky smashed a fist against the mat when Goodheart slung Campos down onto her upraised knees, poor Pearls damned near snapped in half by the comforting power of Unicorns and Rainbows! Luisa bounced away from those impaling joints to come to rest on her aggrieved back whereupon Violyt straddled her waist and pressed both hands to the Brazilian’s shoulders while Merle and the FAWNatics counted…
UNICORNS & RAINBOWS:
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ONE…
TWO…
THREE!
Violyt flipped the hair out of her eyes and turned her attention to Kylie Sanders, who’d already put a dozen or more paces between herself and the squared circle. “Ladies and gentlemen, your winner via pin-fall… VIOLYT GOODHEART!”
Violyt greeted the Announcer’s confirmation with no noticeable reaction. Instead her attention remained firmly on Kylie. “You said she was your friend.” she told the Platinum Pixie. “So come save her.”
“You’re out of your goddamned mind.” Sanders barked. “There’s no way I’m--”
A concerned roar from the crowd when Goodheart reached into her boot and produced a nice shiny cake fork. Tapping the backside of it against Luisa’s forehead, Goodheart repeated, “You said she was your friend. Come SAVE her.”
“Hey now, Violyt.” Merle coaxed. “Put that down, you know I can’t AAAAARRRGGHHH!”
The Princess of Peaksville hit the poor dope with a massive glitter bomb, Goodheart barely even looking away from Kylie to do the deed! “Last chance, Kiki.” Violyt put the tines to Campos’ right brow and pressed ever so slightly. “Trade me. You for her. You’d do that for a friend, wouldn’t you?”
Sanders took a deep breath, started forward, then stopped and shook her head ‘no’. “Sorry Pearls.” she muttered. “You took the money, you knew what you were getting inNNNNGGGGHH!”
Kylie got bludgeoned across the back of the head, a heavy blow that would’ve knocked her flat on her face if the unseen assailant hadn’t caught her by the scruff of the neck. “Sorry little girl, this isn’t our freak.” Marisol Ayala told the FAWN Original as she marched her back to the ring. “And this sure as hell isn’t our fight. HEY, GOODHEART! SHE’S WHAT YOU WANT, RIGHT? HERE YA GO!”
MARISOL AYALA:
Diamonds rushed up to the squared circle and tossed Kylie under the bottom rope. “You sneaking bytch, what do you think you’re doUUUUNNNGGGHH!” Ky barely made it to one knee before Violyt drilled her into the deck with a short-range Spear! Knees digging into Sanders’ flanks, the Pink Stranger momentarily turned her attention to Campos, who’d managed to roll her way to the ropes. Eyes trained on Diamonds as the big brunette pulled Pearls to safety, Goodheart said, “You tell her we’re square, just as long as she never gets between me and Kiki again.”
Marisol nodded. “Puta’s all yours, honey.”
Violyt watched D&P long enough to confirm they were really taking their leave, then she looked down at Kylie and sighed. “I think it’s time I faced a harsh truth. You and I aren’t going to best friends. We’re not even going to be partners. You just can’t be trusted.”
“Yuuhh… yes I can. I can!” Sanders promised. “All of this was a test, don’t you see? I can’t have just any loser as my partner, I’ve had too many bad ones to count! So I had to devise a test, see? To make sure you were tough enough to team with me! And holy crap, you passed! So let’s you and I go run the table on the Tag Division, huh? Those two gangly idiots don’t stand a chance against--”
Kylie quieted down fast when Goodheart pressed the fork into her forehead. “Too late for that.” Goodheart said sadly. “I wanted them to see you how I see you. Now they’re going to see what I can do TO you.”
“You don’t have to do this.” Kylie replied. “We can still be partners. We can still be friends.”
“You don’t deserve either. But I still like you, Kylie. So here’s my promise, made as official Kylie Corps member 8696572. All these people who are cheering me on right now? They’ll be cheering for you in our next match. Oh, they may START the night shrieking my name, but as the match goes on, as the punishment piles up, they’ll remember that they loved you once. They’ll forgive all of those times you turned your back on them, all those times you treated them so terribly because they never actually burned their Corps cards. They kept ‘em way down deep in their wallets with the hope that one day you’d come to your senses, that you’d become the Pleasant Valley Princess so they could roar ‘KY-LIE!, KY-LIE! at the top of their lungs. I can give that to them, Kiki. I can make them love you again. I WILL make them love you again. Sometime soon, this place will shake with the sound of your name. It will be lovely. It will be inspirational. And it will be utterly heartbreaking to hear them fade into nothing when the EMT’s close the ambulance doors and send you on your way.”
Sanders took a deep breath, swallowed the lump in her throat. “Good luck, freak. Better than you have tried. But I’ve survived each and every one of them.”
Now Goodheart actually smiled. “Oh, I’m sure I’m not the best that’s ever tried to take you out. I mean, LaKeisha wrote the book, right? And I wouldn’t ever think about Lisa’s mic stand trick, that’s just nasty! But Kiki, you must know that I’m the absolute WORST that’s ever come for your blood. If you don’t… you will.”
Violyt jerked the fork overhead and SLAMMED it down, the tines digging into the canvas mere inches from Kylie’s right ear. Then Goodheart was up and gone, the Pink Stranger skipping away from the squared circle like she didn’t have a care in the world.
Sanders sat up, swatted the flatware away and would’ve rolled outta the ring without comment if some wit in the crowd hadn’t started a ‘YOU’RE FORKED!’ chant that was soon picked up by the rest of the FAWNatics. “The hell with you!” Ky shouted. “The hell with all of you! I’ll rip that freak apart and there’s not a damned thing you can do about it!” With that she offered them a defiant middle finger, then stamped on the cake fork and got the hell out of the FAWN Arena.