Post by hawkeye on Jun 7, 2021 23:33:43 GMT
A nervous Kylie Sanders kept her head on a swivel as she waited for her intro, the veteran knowing as well as anyone how dangerous and unpredictable Pearls and her partner could be. She sighed with relief when the sound of Iggy gettin’ ‘Fancy’ told the FAWNatics that the most despised woman in the organization would once again display her wares in the ring, adding to her record match total.
FANCY:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=O-zpOMYRi0w
As the assembled let loose with their usual barrage of animosity at the sound of her accompaniment, Kylie gulped hard and pushed through the curtains, entering alone for the first time in a long while.
Though many questioned Sanders’ ability and even more her ethical indiscretions, no one could deny her power to stir passion. She immediately brought the crowd to a boil, the collective hate surging like a tangible presence toward the silvery-bobbed, elfin beauty as she moved to center stage.
KYLIE SANDERS:
Drawing on echoes of her original gear, Sanders sported a multi-strapped, yellow-gold sports bra topside with black boy-cut shorts, black boots and pads. As she headed down the ramp, Ky muffed her ears against the growing chants of, ‘TROLL… TROLL… TROLL!’
Attire Reference:
www.yandy.com/Strappy-Black-Sports-Bra.php
FAWN’s Most Hated reached the Mayhem ring, took a moment to gaze around the arena at the enmity she’s inspired, then climbed the steps. She flashed her former Corps members a raised middle finger before slipping through the cables.
Moving to the middle, she barks at Al Carpenter to stay off her back during the battle then receded to her assigned corner where she angrily allowed the lanky zebra to check her for foreign objects. The official concluded just as the lights dimmed and the collective eyes of the house moved back to the entrance.
The crowd was still giving their ire to Kylie when the Announcer decided to split their focus with an equally detestable duo. “And introducing her opponent, being accompanied to the ring by Marisol Ayala, hailing from Rio de Janeiro, Brazil, she stands at five feet four inches and weighs in at one hundred and twenty-two pounds, she is pro-wrestling’s perfect Pearl… LUISA CAMPOS!”
MARISOL AYALA:
LUISA CAMPOS:
The curtains burst open as Diamonds & Pearls crashed the scene with Luisa in the front (all the better to talk some trash in Kylie‘s direction) and Marisol behind, the big brunette stunner sweeping her head from side to side just in case Sanders had found someone stupid enough to back her play tonight.
“You’re DONE after tonight,puta!” Campos promised at the top of her lungs. “No one screws with me and gets away with it! Raising a fist to bump knuckles with Ayala, Luisa murmured, “No mercy tonight, Diamonds. I’ll bring the hurt myself, just promise you’ll keep the refs off my back when the time comes.”
“Consider it done.” Marisol answered at once.
That was all the assurance Campos needed so she started down the aisle with Marisol trailing several steps behind. For her first official encounter with the hag that’d tied to push her in front of a psychopath, Pearls sported a black velvet two piece, high cut 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. Pads at knee and elbow were matte black, though her black boots were polished to a shine that was properly pearlescent.
Resuming her running commentary as she traversed the ramp, Luisa made her way up the steel steps to the apron, but wouldn’t enter the squared circle until Al came over and sat on the middle ropes. From there she went straight to the middle of the ring and raised her arms in a jaunty ‘V’ while Marisol stood behind and made a deliberate show of cra-cra-cra-craaaaaaaaaaacking her knuckles. Heading to the far corner only when their music started to fade, Diamonds & Pearls shared a final snickering conference before the former slipped through the ropes to the floor and the latter turned her attention to the Pleasant Valley Pariah.
Blonde and brunette left their corners with an obvious sense of urgency, Platinum and Pearls looking to settle a grudge arising from their short-lived alliance against the Glittering Enigma. “You must have a death wish, puta.” Campos sniped at Kylie as they closed in on one another. “FAWN medical spends the better part of two months scraping you offa that damned cage and the first thing you do is step to ME? If I didn’t know better I’d say you were crazier than GoodNGH!”
Sanders rocked Luisa back on her heels with a rough two-handed shove, then reared back and earned an ‘Ooooohhhh!’ from the capacity crowd with a Bytch Slap that put the brunette’s head on a swivel. “That’s what you freakin’ get, you piece of garbage!” Kylie barked at her one-time employee. “I paid good money for your so-called services and you abandoned me in the cage with that lunatRRHHH!”
Pearls slapped the blonde right back, then grabbed her by the ears and gave ‘em a sharp twist in lieu of the traditional catty hair-pull. “Damned right I did!” Campos admitted as she tried to wrench Sanders’ head clear off her shoulders. “It’s what you f*cking deserve for tossing me to that psycho when she had a fork in oneGGRGH!”
Kylie jabbed Luisa in the mouth, dipped low and slipped an arm through the younger wrestler’s thighs to dump her to the deck with a simple Fireman’s Carry. Catching hold of an arm the instant Campos touched down, Sanders trapped the limb in her left armpit and planted a knee on the side of her skull to ensure she couldn’t go much of anywhere. “That’s what I paid you to do, idiot!” Kylie snapped as she wrenched on the Armbar and grrrrroooound her knee against Luisa’s temple. “You ASSURED me you could handle Goodheart and you failed me every step of the waaaaOOOOOWWW!”
Luisa raked her nails across Sanders’ thigh no less than half a dozen times to earn her freedom from the blonde’s knee. Didn’t get her arm back though, so she scrambled to one knee and stuffed her free hand into Sanders’ face, Pearls catching the blonde’s nose between thumb and forefinger for some overly enthusiastic twisting! “I would’ve handled her just fine if you hadn’t stuck your goddamned nose in all the f*cking time! Far as I’m concerned, you still owe me hazard pay so I’m gonna take THIS as a down paymenNNNGGH!”
Sanders let go, stretched her arms wide and swiftly PWAAAKED her palms against Luisa’s ears in a nasty Bell Ringer! “I owe you? I owe YOU?” Ky snatched a huge double fistful of Campos’ dark locks and shook her like a terrier shakes a rat. “Bytch, you owe me everything I paid you PLUS interest, but since I know you already spent it on lip gloss and body glitter I’ll just take it out of your stupid face!”
Understandably eager to collect on what she was owed, Sanders THWHONKED Luisa down on her face and chest, then climbed aboard her lower back so she could draaaaaaaaaaag the brunette’s protesting features back & forth like she meant to scrub them right off!
“Better break that shyt up right now, Carpenter.” Marisol said to the ref from her place outside. “You won’t like it if I have to do it myself.”
Al shot her a look before turning his attention to Sanders. “Leggo of her hair, Kylie. Right now!”
The Pleasant Valley Pariah yanked back instead, all the better to show off Luisa’s aggressively abraded mug for the Mayhem crowd. “I’ve got a better idea, dork. Why don’t you tell us her I.Q. instead?”
Al rolled his eyes before counting off, “ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR!”
Sanders bounced her foe’s face one more time, but did relinquish the hair-hold in favor of a Half Nelson on the Brazilian’s right arm. Rolling Pearls onto her back, Kylie dug her knees into Campos’ flanks and palmed a shoulder in each hand to send her to the back in humiliatingly brisk fashion.
ONE…
TWO…
Luisa bucked her hips simultaneous with ‘TWO!’, the force of it tossing Sanders forward onto her hands and knees.
Ky smacked her palms against the canvas, popped up and circled back to the brunette so she could jab a snide little kick into her ribs. “Good lord, is this what I was paying for?” Sanders sneered after a second shot made Campos squeal in pained disgust. “I should’ve consulted a talent scout rather than waste my money on--”
“I’m the only reason your face isn’t called ‘Still life with fork’, puta. Don’t you f*cking forget it.” Luisa interrupted as she fought to all fours. “It’s not my fault you’re a washed up has-been that draws the ire of every psychopath in the locker rooOOOFFHH!”
MUSHROOM STOMP:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Pk30i2qHqBg
FAWN’s Most Hated hopped up and stomped down, Sanders driving the soles of her boots into Pearls’ undefended back! “Were you saying something, little girl?” Kylie taunted the groaning brunette. “Why don’t you try picking your lips up off the canvas before you call me a has-been!”
Luisa had no answer for that, so the Iowan filled her hands with those long locks and hauled her up into a Side Headlo--“AAAARRRHH!” Sanders jerked away from Campos like she’d been bitten because that was exactly what’d happened, the black-clad brunette sinking her teeth into Kylie’s forearm before she could truly secure the Headlock. “Nasty brat!” the Platinum Pixie snatched Luisa by the scruff of the neck and yanked her into a Broadside Kneelift that THUMPED opposing tummy. All you want to do is bite and claw, huh? Guess you need a time out!”
Knowing just where to put Pearls until the tantrum subsided, Sanders wheeled the both of ‘em toward Marisol Ayala and made straight for the ropes. Diamonds didn’t so much as flinch, though the nasty twinkle in Kylie’s eye made her set her feet in case the blonde puta decided to hurl Pearls out over the stranNO! Luisa mirrored the grip Sanders had on the back of her own noggin and spun through a full circle that threw Kylie off balance and also provided that much more momentum when Campos tossed her opponent into the top rope throat-first!
Sanders bounced away in an awkward backpedal with both hands clutching at her rasping windpipe. She almost made it to center ring before she tripped over her own feet and went tumbling backward to finish up on her butt still coughing and gagging. Luisa went to and then past the penitent veteran, Campos bypassing the hair-pull to run the ropes behind her adversary. Picking up the pace as she started back the way she’d came, Pearls hopped up and planted a boot between the blonde’s shoulders to drive Kylie’s forehead into the canvas with an audible BWUNK! The rude stomping did not mean an end to her journey however, no indeed. Instead she hit the opposite strands and made another trip to the middle, this one timed so that she arrived just as Kylie was rising to a woozy se--“NNNGGGHH!”
TRAMPLING DROPKICK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=urDJmK2-dmE
Luisa knocked the blonde flat with a Basement Dropkick and immediately scrambled into a Schoolgirl Pin, Pearls sitting high and tight with the fork of her crotch snug against Sanders’ chin while the ref counted…
ONE…
TWO…
Kylie kicked both legs up, hooked them under the brunette’s armpits and rolled forward onto her butt to transform the Schoolgirl into a Sunset Flip! Cinching her arms around Campos’ waist, Sanders leaned into those upturned haunches in the hopes of dismissing her foe via a quick…
ONE…
TWO…
Luisa somersaulted her way to freedom, then rushed in and dropped low to club the PVP across the chest with a Basement Clothesline! “You’re not platinum, puta.” Luisa told the blonde after she’d trapped Kylie’s left arm between her thighs and looped an arm around the back of her neck for a tight Headlock. “You’re just a punk who outlived her usefulness. A relic wasting space in a locker room that never respected her to begin ERRRGGGHH!”
PEARLY HEADLOCK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=t1bcrDj4bmA
Sanders pumped an angry knee into the younger woman’s curved back, but it didn’t free her from the Headlock. “Watch your mouth, brat.” she grunted. “I’ll mean more to this place than you ever GAAAARRRRHHHHH!”
In no mood for the blonde’s delusional yammering, Campos slipped a thumb into the corner of Kylie’s mouth and tugged as hard as she could! “I think you’re the one who needs to watch her mouth, has-been!”
Kylie’s pained groan was unintelligible, Sanders hooked like a smallmouth bass by Luisa’s curved thumb. She’s yanked by her cheek to the side then rocked by a Forearm Smash to the opposite temple, Ky’s hazel eyes turning from pained and watering to glazed after the impact.
Luisa popped to her feet and put a set of fiery stomps to the Platinum Pixie, a half-dozen leaving Campos huffing but the former Chill a smoldering wreck beneath her.
“I’m going to use you for more than an ATM tonight, puta,” Pearls informed, as she snatched Sanders by her silvery bob and pulls Kylie to her feet. “We’re going to have a little reunion with the type of humiliations you endured when people cared about you.”
Luisa dropped a limp left arm of Sanders over her shoulders then wrapped her arms around the hips of the veteran. With a grunt of effort, Pearls sent Ky flipping forward with a Northern Lights Suplex, Sanders’ spine THUMPING against the canvas.
NORTHERN LIGHTS SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=HvQPd3nU5ek
Campos remained connected in a beautiful bridge, raised on her toe tips with Sanders pinned for the…
ONE…
TWO…
FAWN’s Most Hated kicked loose, rising to a seated position, a hand massaging at her lower spine. A nodding Luisa pushed to her feet, turned and landed a Soccer Kick Pele would envy into the base of Sanders’ backbone. The blonde’s body arching forward, her face etched in pain.
From the sidelines, a politely clapping Diamonds watched with supreme confidence in her partner, Marisol unconcerned as Campos played to the crowd. Luisa couldn’t help but get a smattering of cheers when taking her fury out on the organization’s biggest traitor. Equally unfamiliar and uncomfortable with the sound, Luisa flashed the assembled a Brazilian bird, the one-finger-salute turning most positive sentiment on its head.
As Campos’ interplay grew nastier, a struggling Kylie pushed to her feet, drawing the attention of Sanders’ former mercenary. The feisty Latina moved to her past benefactor, grabbing a wrist of the Hawkeye. She aimed Ky toward the far buckles and sent Sanders on her way with an Irish Whip. Or that was the plan. Instead, the wily vet planted and reversed, shooting the raven-haired Latina to the buckles, a startled Luisa spinning into a rough, back-first collision with the corner.
Still struggling to recover full mobility, Ky staggered toward her wincing foe to pile on the punishment. It’s enough time for Campos to consolidate and stuff a Toe Kick toward Kylie’s ivory-skinned tummy, but Sanders was ready and caught the effort. Alas, the resourceful Luisa spun the delicate position. Using her grip on the top rope, Pearls launched herself, pressing the knee of her captured leg into Kylie’s forehead and riding a collapsing Sanders to the mat with an ingenious Reverse Calf Branding.
REVERSE CALF BRANDING:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=2WeSS2hp_dU
The Brazilian popped to her feet, took a victory lap, and strode to the dazed Platinum Pixie. She grabbed each of Sanders’ ankles, lifting the legs high, then chose the right to rattle with a dropped elbow to the inside of Ky’s knee joint. Quickly turning, Campos collected the opposite lower limb then floated over to her back, ending seated between the legs of the chest-down Hawkeye.
With both stems in her possession, she slipped her ankles under the pits of Kylie’s arms, rose up, and snatched the Pleasant Valley Pariah’s wrists. Rocking horse fashioned, Luisa dropped to her back, forcing Kylie’s upper half off the canvas, torturing the veteran’s spine.
ROCKING HORSE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=vHeGgyvcc7s
Ky howled in anguish, shaking her head when Al asks if she wanted to give in.
The FAWNatics chanted for Sanders to ‘TAP…TAP…TAP”, the agonized Iowan refusing despite her taffy-like positioning.
Unhappy with the delay in her foe’s defeat, Pearls exchanged her grips on Kylie’s wrists, one after the other, for handfuls of silvery bob. There wasn’t much to grab, but Luisa made it work for the four seconds Carpenter gave her, Ky screeching in pain “HAIR!”
Luisa placed a boot between Sanders’ shoulderblades and gave up the follicles, sending Kylie’s face into the thinly-sheathed plywood with a modified Curbstomp that drew a surprisingly sympathetic groan from the assembled.
A glassy-eyed Kylie laid motionless, mug on the canvas as Campos slipped free of her foe’s limp frame, moved to Ky’s side, and rolled the insensate blonde to her back. Luisa dropped across Sanders in a Lateral Press, hooking a leg and rolling to a Back Press across Kylie’s chest for the…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOO!
From somewhere deep, the Platinum Pixie shoved upward, raising a shoulder off the deck, leaving Luisa in a state of shock. Some in the crowd gave Sanders a timid round of applause among the groans for the effort to keep the match going.
Ending on her chest as Pearls reached her feet, Sanders pushed toward all fours, only for Campos to leap above her and send both knees CRASHING into Sanders’ spine, flattening her foe to the canvas, a great exhale bursting from Kylie’s Cupid’s Arrow lips. Wrapping one arm around Ky’s shins and the other around her throat, the kneeling Luisa rolled to her back, bringing the former Chill with her.
And just like that, Luisa continued to show off her spine-cracking arsenal, again threatening to snap Kylie’s vertebrae, this time with a raised Bow & Arrow submission. The Pixie struggled fruitlessly, mewling in anguish, the maneuver seemingly as backbreaking as the classic London Bridge Sanders unfortunately traveled many times before.
BOW & ARROW:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=4tW3NAfLdV8
The pain-racked Sanders didn’t acknowledge Carpenter’s offer. Instead she offered a meager set of elbow strikes to Luisa’s chest, distracting the Brazilian enough to release and send Ky barrel-rolling away.
Desperate for a time out, she used the momentum to rotate her way under the bottom rope, putting boot soles to arena floor. A hand to the base of her backbone, she stumbled in a backpedal to the steel barrier behind her, leaning against it and raising her other arm plaintively when a risen Pearls moved to the ropes above the reeling veteran.
“You might buy a little time with your cowardice, puta!” Luisa sneered. “But there’s no buying your way out of what’s coming. These people are going to find out how little you’ve really changed. And I’m going to show you, you should have been more worried about me than that Pink Disaster.”
Kylie demanded Al move Campos back and he did his best to comply. Sanders moves to the apron’s edge.
“I don’t worry about women who are all talk,” Ky made clear, “even in Portuguese.”
Kylie hopped to the canvas, wincing as she landed. The Pixie started to enter when Luisa circled around Al and reached the blonde before she could make it into the squared circle. A raised knee rattled Ky’s chin, pushing Sanders’ upper half back through the cables, but she hung onto the top strand for dear life, preventing a crash and burn to the floor below. Unsatisfied with the result, Campos reached for Kylie, but it’s the Platinum Pixie whose hands find the Brazilian first, wrapping around the back of Luisa’s braincase.
Ky dropped to the floor, hot-shotting Luisa’s throat across the rubber-coated steel. An angry Marisol shouted at Carpenter about the veteran’s illegal tactics as her partner stumbled away in a U-turn, grasping at her reddened throat and gagging in difficult breaths.
Realizing an opportunity is available, Sanders rolled in under the bottom cable and hopped to her feet. As a distracted Luisa arced back in her direction, Kylie’s hazel eyes focused like lasers on her target. A starting gun heard only by the former Chill echoed in her mind, and Ky was off like a shot, racing across the canvas and SPEARING THE HOLY HELL out of Luisa. Campos’ body folds around the impaling shoulder of the Hawkeye and she’s summarily splattered to the canvas.
SPEAR:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=YvOLlvxmgGY
Kylie draped her body across the gutted Pearls, hooking the far leg for insurance and the…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
Campos kicked loose with half a second to spare, the gaping brunette flopping over onto her stomach to prevent Kylie from going for a quick follow--“GUUUUUHHHH!” Luisa coughed out a breathless groan when the vindictive blonde drove a heavy knee into her right flank, Sanders getting some excellent leverage on the blow thanks to a strong grip on the younger woman’s waistband, not to mention the nape of her neck. Instinctually drawing away from the source of her pain, Campos’ situation only grew worse when Ky leaned forward and down to grrrrrrrrrrrrriiiiiind her face against the canvas-sheathed plywood.
“Got something to say now, Pearls?” Sanders gathered a bigger handful of those crushed velvet bottoms so she could make a goodly portion of this disappear via a taunting wedgie. “What was that, brat?” Kylie pulled the distended material out at a sharp angle and yanked back and forth, forcing it to ride higher and higher before she abandoned the grip in favor of several brisk slaps to the mostly-bared buns. “You had a helluva lot to say a few minutes ago, why so quiet now? Is it because you turn into a simpering baby the instant someone yanks on your trunks? Or is it because you just (THUMP!) can’t (THUMP!) BREATHE?” (THUMP!)
Sanders punctuated those last three words with more knee strikes, just stretching her right leg out in a straight line before SLAMMING that knee home a few inches above the point of her opponent’s hip. Half a dozen more blows rocked Pearls loose of Sanders’ grasp and she tumbled onto her back with a grateful groan that transformed into a pained whine when Kylie crashed down atop her roiling tummy in a miniature Splash! Campos’ breathless whine was music to Sanders’ ears, thus explaining the beaming smile on the veteran’s face when she coiled both arms around the Brazilian’s thighs and folded her in half with a Back Press good for the…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
Luisa escaped again and this time she created some immediate separation with an awkward barrel roll in the direction of the rop--“NNGHH!”
Sanders put a stop to that with a lunging Double Axehandle that found the brunette’s stomach simply because she happened to facing up at the moment of impact. “No, no, no little girl, running from a fight’s what got you into trouble in the first place.” Ky growled as she hooked Luisa by the shoulder-straps and hauled her to boot leather. A roar from the Mayhem’ers when the Platinum Pixie ‘hupped’ Pearls onto her shoulders in a Fireman’s Carry. But this was no drive through the valley, either Pleasant or Chill. Rather it proved a short, nauseating plunge straight onto Sanders’ right thigh when the Lightweight Legend dropped her prey with a Gutbuster!
GUTBUSTER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=dAxnU9z-L14
Luisa retched on impact, started to slop off the posted joint and cried out in distress when Kylie looped both arms around her waist. “Did I say you could go anywhere? I don’t think I did.” Sanders’ tone was equal parts stern and chiding as she got to her feet with Pearls in tow.
“She doesn’t answer to you, shyt-bag.” Diamonds noted from her place outside. “No one in that locker room’s answered to you since Washington kicked your punk-ass to the curb.”
Eyes narrowed as she swung to face Marisol, Kylie squeezed the Gutwrench a little tighter, then halved it so she could raise her right hand and very deliberately SPANK Campos’ defenseless glutes once, twice, three times.” After that she doubled down on the grip and muscled the mewling brunette up on tiptoe. “Watch yourself, big girl.” Sanders threatened. “Or YOU’LL answer to me too.” With that she dipped her knees and popped her hips to sling Luisa up, over and down courtesy of a picture perfect Gutwrench Suplex.
GUTWRENCH SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=fjFfHvwfYZc
Campos landed with all the grace of a sack of mail, sat up, then groaned all the louder when Kylie snuggled in beside her and wrapped the brunette up in a brawny little Bear Hug! “HHHRRRGGGHHHH!” Luisa thrashed wildly, but Sanders had made sure to pin the younger wrestler’s right arm between their grinding torsos and the veteran’s shorter hair made it impossible for Pearls to catch a hold with her left hand.
“You should’ve taken that crazy bullet for me, brat.” Sanders murmured in Campos’ ear. “She might’ve put you on the shelf, but at least you’d have been well compensated for the trouble. Now you’re taking an extra ass kicking AND you’re doing it for the loser’s share. No wonder you’re just a big mouth that no one takes seriousRRRGGGGHHH!”
Pearls couldn’t pull the blonde’s hair so she crooked her left hand into a claw and dragged it up Sanders’ back more than half a dozen times before she snatched a wedgie of her own! “Guuuhhh… Goodheart must’ve scrambled whatever was left of your brains against that f*cking cage.” Luisa sneered. “That’s the only way I can imagine you having the guts to run your goddamned mouth because no one but a lunatic would think they could talk to me this way and get away with OOOOOOWWWWWWW F*CK! BITING! GODDAMN REF, SHE’S BITING!”
No defense from Sanders because she was indeed chomping on Luisa’s shoulder and the base of her neck. Carpenter didn’t bother trying to reason with the Pleasant Valley Pariah, he just stepped up the action and began to count, “ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR!”
Kylie lifted her head, pursed her lips and spat on Luisa’s cheek, a scathing show of disrespect that had Marisol Ayala barking threats even as she leapt onto the apron. Casting a glance in that direction when Al went to deal with the encroaching Diamonds, Sanders clambered to verticality with the Bear Hug intact only to trade it out for a gaudy hair-hold that she used to march Luisa to the corner farthest removed from her belligerent partner.
“It’s high time you realized who you’re dealing with, so let me educate you, BYTCH.” Kylie taunted as she smeared Pearls against the buckles. “I’m Kylie Sanders! I’ve won more championships than you’ve had matches!” Sanders braced her left hand over Luisa’s chin and pushed her head backward to keep the brunette otherwise occupied while Ky unleashed a barrage of punches to Campos’ tummy! “And who are you, huh? Yet another Portia VanBuren rip-off hiding in the shadow of some lumbering idiot with a cup-size that dwarves her I.Q.? You’re no one! NOTHING! So you’re gonna stand here, take your beating and put some respect on my goddamned name!”
PLESANT VALLEY BEATDOWN:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=8E23cbnXJ5Q
Kylie slammed a final punch into her opponent’s midsection, then jammed a shoulder into those same aching abs and hoisted her into a seat on the top turnbuckle. A single sharp Bytch Slap across the cheek scrambled any resistance Campos might’ve mustered and gave Sanders more than enough time to twist around and reach up, the blonde clamping down on a Brazilian bicep in each hand. Forcing Luisa’s arms out to shoulder level, the Pleasant Valley Pariah slung her foe over and down while simultaneously dropping to a seat that THAWHAMMED Campos against the deck!
ICONOCLASM:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=coGmj8Ru5eg
Pearls’ legs kicked up in the aftermath of the Iconoclasm, so Sanders hooked on and pulled ‘em back in a Matchbook that made it much easier to keep her pinned in place for…
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO!
Luisa tumbled out of the cover with a heartbeat to spare, alas that was about all the relief she enjoyed because the FAWN Original scooted in behind and threaded her legs around that gulping waist. Ankles crossed, Sanders set her hands on the mat and pushed up to send a prolonged constriction through the Bodyscissors.
BODYSCISSORS:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=vSaRfHwAgEU
“Give up, brat.” Kylie demanded. “Tapping may be humiliating, but it’s better than having Carpenter stop the match when you start coughing up blood.”
But instead of offering her surrender the Brazilian placed her boot soles to the canvas and put her frame in reverse, rolling Sanders up beneath her until Kylie’s shoulders were flat on the canvas. A frustrated Kylie was forced to relinquish her Scissors to kick out at ‘TWO’ from the makeshift pinning predicament.
The Platinum Pixie scrambled to her feet, reaching them as Pearls made it to her knees. Ky leveled a Soccer Kick at Luisa’s chest and THWUMPED in a meaty connection to Campos’ bosom, rocking the Latina. Luisa’s arms windmilled to keep her from folding to the canvas and she paid for it with a second and third kick to the same location.
Kylie yanked the grimacing Luisa to her feet and aimed the raven-haired grappler to the far buckles, sending her sprinting with an Irish Whip. Ky followed her in, leaping into the biggest Avalanche the relatively slight blonde could deliver. It’s enough to send a shellshocked Campos staggering out of the corner, halfway to Dream Street from the collision.
Sanders collected Luisa’s braincase in a Side Headlock as she caught the stumbling Brazilian from behind. The Hawkeye didn’t break stride, racing with her cargo toward the opposite corner. She vaulted off the deck, planning to put boots to the middle buckle to send both women through a U-turn and into a Springboard Bulldog.
But Luisa had enough of her senses to alter Kylie’s trajectory and Ky’s boots shot between the top and middle buckles, her alabaster legs following suit until her crotch RAMMED into the steel ring post.
The FAWNatics groaned in sympathy despite themselves. Sanders’ face was twisted in anguish, her hazel eyes watering as her hands moved to the juncture of her thighs, weakly trying to push her womanhood away from the metal.
Campos shook some marbles back into place and wobbled to the opposite corner. Raising a hand high, she lowered it to signal the start of her race across. Pearls leapt into a Dropkick to Kylie’s lower back that sent Ky’s kitty CRACKING back into the post, Sanders’ nightmare repeated. The Hawk’s eyes roll back in her head from the agony. Her limp body flopped backward, torso curving into an ignominious Shrub of Woe.
A snarling Luisa stomped away on the chest and chin of the Platinum Pixie until the battered Sanders finally tumbled free from the abuse, curdling into a fetal ball around her demolished center.
On the outside, Marisol pumped her fist furiously, delighted by the turn of events. She pointed at her partner and Pearls returned the acknowledgment.
“Instead of putting respect on your name,” Campos spat at her foe, “how about I put more shame on your legacy?”
Luisa cracked open Kylie’s shell with a series of stomps then skipped over Ky’s frame, hopping to the middle ropes, one leg on either side of the corner. Luisa lifted her legs up and back, pushing off with her palms and SPLASHING in a Crossbody across Kylie’s gulping ivory belly. A great burst of an exhale escaped Sanders’ lips as she jackknifed under the impact then melted to the canvas.
CAMPOS CRUSH:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=1BoziQJZhyg
Carpenter slid next to the pin and slapped the mat for…
ONE…
TWO…
Kylie’s body didn’t twitch other than her right arm, which rose high enough for a palm to wrap around the bottom rope, the veteran saving herself with nothing more than preternatural ring awareness.
A nearby Ayala crashed a forearm across the blonde’s, breaking Ky’s grip, but Al refused to begin another count, instead scolding Diamonds, threatening to her remove her from ringside. Marisol backed away with arms raised.
A risen Luisa snatched Sanders by the ankles and dragged her foe to the center. She widened Kylie’s stems and hovered menacingly, the Platinum Pixie raising plaintive palms and ‘washing windows’.
“We can work something out,” Kylie offered. “I can give something to your favorite charity.”
“Oh you are,” Luisa responded gruffly. “Me!”
Pearls dropped a knee into Kylie’s pussy, dissecting the abbreviated legs with the pounding cap. Ky rose to a seated position like she’s been electroshocked, reaching toward the throbbing from below, her hazel peepers bugging, jaw dropping.
Luisa plastered Sanders’ jaw with a flashing forearm, laying out the former Chill into a wide spreadeagle. But instead of going for the cover, Luisa dug a heinous Crotch Claw into the bruised privates of the veteran, pressing her fingertips so far into the lycra, it seems like the material must burst and let the digits through.
Pearls flexed her stilettos into the meat beneath, drawing a howl from Kylie. Sanders’ fingers raked across her silvery bob and the scalp beneath to spread the pain, but it’s no use. She writhed within the evil grasp of the Brazilian, Luisa working Kylie like a hand puppet.
“Tell me how important you are, Sanders!” Campos shouted. “While I show these people you’re the same little victim you were when you started. Now you’re just a hated one.”
When Al seems conflicted on whether a claw in this particular area could create a legitimate submission, Luisa pulled her fingers free and gave a parting slap to Ky’s tummy. She moved topside, surrounding the whimpering blonde’s noggin with her hands and tugging Sanders to her feet.
Kylie waddled after Luisa as Pearls drew her foe closer to the middle of the ring. A boot gutted the faltering blonde and Campos yanked Ky’s lowered head between her legs. The Brazilian snatched Sanders’ back waistband and heaved the Hawkeye to vertical. With her boy-cut spandex far up her crack, boot soles pointing to the rafters, the crown of Kylie’s skull was SPIKED into the canvas via a Pulling Piledriver.
PULLING PILEDRIVER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=cbflyZAs_uU
The Platinum Pixie slopped to her side, motionless save for a soft roll of her chest. Next to her, Luisa sat with a smirk creasing her lips.
Apparently demanding Carpenter provide her a knockout win instead of a pin, Al made clear no such stipulation exists and Pearls would need to get the three-count or a submission. Luisa’s nose scrunched in annoyance as she had to complete the formality. Campos shoved Kylie to her back and climbed aboard in a Lateral Press for the…
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO!
Sanders shot an arm off the canvas, drawing a look equal parts exasperation and disbelief from Pearls and respectful applause from the sellout crowd.
Moving to her back next to the splayed Pixie, Luisa pulled Kylie’s carcass between her legs, scissoring her foe’s chest and wrapping her arms around the head of the blonde, securing her Pearl Choker Triangle submission.
PEARL CHOKER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=cbflyZAs_uU
The former Chill spasmed to life with the little energy she has remaining, fighting fruitlessly for an escape, Al asking if she wanted to admit her loss. Instead, the stubborn Sanders got her knees under her and rolled the Brazilian onto her shoulders, finding an escape hatch via Carpenter’s slaps on the canvas…
ONE…
TWO…
Luisa released and pushed to her feet over the Hawkeye, Ky gasping and broken, the last few minutes leaving her a smoldering wreck at Campos’ feet.
“What am I going to do with you?” Luisa asked, perplexed. “Your Mom Mop doesn’t lend itself to my Necklace.”
As Kylie reached her haunches, refusing to stay down, Pearls gave the silvery bob a playful tousle.
“You’re in good shape for a woman who should be driving her kid to soccer practice in a minivan. But uhmm…not so good for being in the ring with a young, badass Latina you’ve pissed off.”
Campos helped herself to a clamp on Kylie’s ears only to pay for the privilege with the heavy Uppercut Sanders slammed into the pit of her stomach! Ky flashed a smile at the look of bug-eyed surprise on Luisa’s face, though her accumulation of aches and pains prevented her from pursuing any offense stronger than returning to verticality. “And you talk a good game for a little girl whose career highlights consist of being Lily Burlingame’s bytcNNNGGGHHH!”
Pearls drove a quick heel into her opponent’s right shin to transform Sanders into a pained penitent in the span between heartbeats. Catching hold of a Front Facelock the instant Ky touched down, Campos hunched forward over her prey only to snap backward for a sawed-off DDT that drove the blonde’s forehead into the canvas with a menacing THWHUNK!
SNAP DDT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=_O4qvKVgUqw
Luisa hooked a Half Nelson that encouraged Sanders to slop over just a little faster, then slid into place across her chest, Pearls hooking the far leg with one hand while she grrrrrrrrrroooound her other forearm against the veteran’s jaw through a count of…
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO!
“F*CK YOU, PUTA!” Campos bellowed down to Sanders after the blonde inched a shoulder off the canvas with a whisper to spare. Unable to catch a really satisfying grip on her opponent’s locks, Luisa clamped down on the nape of her neck instead, the incensed brunette using it to yank Sanders’ head off the mat even as she scrambled into a full mount. Too hot (in the emotional sense) to give a damn about a warning from the official, Pearls balled her free hand into a fist and rained down punches on Kylie’s defenseless pate.
“Your time is over! It was over five years ago, you’re just too stupid to see it!” Luisa hissed over the steady pak-pak-pak of fist on forehead. “But you STILL want to run your mouth? You want to blame ME when YOU couldn’t put that psycho down without a f*cking army?”
“Open that fist, Luisa!” Al instructed during a brief lapse in Campos’ cruel shelling. “You know the rules!”
Luisa raised that hand to shoulder level, made a show of opening it wide, then CRAAACKED it down across Kylie’s cheek in a vile Bytch Slap!
“I have no idea why Goodheart does the things she does.” Luisa sounded far more in control of herself as she palmed Sanders’ head in both hands and hauled her to boot-leather. “But I’d like to think she recognizes a job well done and left just enough of you so I could collect what I’m oweDNNNGGGHH!”
Kylie clipped the younger wrestler’s chin with a European Uppercut that sent Luisa staggering into and then out of the ropes on her six--‘OOOOOOOOOHHHH!’ from the FAWNatics as Sanders welcomed her foe back with a lowered shoulder that grew into a Fireman’s Carry immediately thereafter! “Yuuuuhhhh… you’re right, Pearls.” Ky huffed as she turned in a weary circle. “I do owe you your last paycheck. So here it is, punRRRGGGGGGHHH!”
Sanders’ efforts at recompense were met with outright disdain in the form of well-manicured talons raked across her eyes! Paying no attention to the jeers from the audience or the warning from Carpenter, Pearls squirmed loose of Kylie’s shoulders and promptly CLAPPED her palms against the veteran’s ears! Vision blurred, bell rung, Kylie was in no condition to defend herself when Campos slipped an arm through her legs and ‘hupped’ her into a Fireman’s Carry of her own. “You idiots still have the nerve to cheer for Old Yeller, here?” Luisa snarled to the world at large via the hard camera. “Then you deserve this is as much as she does.” No waiting for an answer, Campos popped up on tiptoe and laid out on her left hip to THWHUNK the back of Kylie’s head and shoulders into the mat with a Death Valley Bomb!
DEATH VALLEY BOMB:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=5kD44eHkHLM
Sanders didn’t command a fraction of the adulation she had at the height of her popularity (she had after all, worked very hard for the title of FAWN’s Most Hated) but such blatant thievery and disdain still earned Luisa a deafening round of boos from the sold-out Mayhem crowd. That massed disgust grew all the louder when a smirking Luisa crawled over to the starfished blonde and pressed one hand to her cheek and the other to her chest, Pearls pointing Kylie’s face toward the camera while Carpenter counted off…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO?
Sanders didn’t kick out, but the match continued because Luisa hooked two fingers into her prey’s nostrils and used that disrespectful hook to yank Ky’s head off the mat!
“Do that again and I’ll disqualify you, Luisa.” Al warned. “Don’t test me.”
“Do what?” Campos was all sweetness and light as she wiped her fingers off on Kylie’s cheek. “It’s not my fault that this mummy fart has all sorts of tricks I’ve never seen.”
Silence from the ref, so Pearls grabbed dual handfuls of Sanders’ shoulder straps and used them to haul her uprig--another round of jeers, though this verse was threaded with salacious cheers because Campos kept right on tugging Kylie’s top until it came off over her head! The Pleasant Valley Pariah raised an arm to her chest and instinctually turned away from her tormentor. Alas this proved a disastrous mistake as it allowed Campos to loop the shorn spandex around her throat and pull it garrote-tight! Crossing her wrists in an ’X’ an instant before she turned her back on the blonde, Pearls indulged in a sultry shimmy that ground her glutes against Kylie’s struggling rump for the entirety of Carpenter’s count.
“ONE… TWO… THREE…. FOUR!”
Luisa sat out on the brink of disqualification, the Brazilian Bombshell dropping to a seat with the stranglehold still in place to tear Kylie loose of her moorings and THUNK her skull against the brunette’s shoulder in a sadistically augmented application of the Pearl Necklace!
PEARL NECKLACE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=5YcHQRjCWgU
Sanders hit the deck with all the grace of a felled tree and didn’t move until Luisa hooked under the armpits for another trip to verticality. “Finish her off, Pearls!” Marisol encouraged her partner. “Show this has-been that the future belongs to us!”
Half Nelson already in place on Sanders’ right arm, Luisa put her lips to Kylie’s ear and murmured, “That’s exactly what I’m going to do.” Sanders responded in an insensate grunt that quickly rose to a miserable whine when Pearls reached around and gave the Platinum Pixie’s right nipple a savage twist. Ky’s left nub endured similar treatment, Campos alternating the humiliating dominance as she turned to all four sides of the FAWN Arena. Finishing where she’d started, Pearls pressed her cheek to Kylie’s and twisssssssssssssted harder than ever as she mugged for the camera.
“Platinum’s being devalued every day, idiots. You want to invest in the future? Look no further than Diamonds and Pearls!”
She punctuated this prognostication with a derisive slap to Kylie’s hurtin’ girls, then snatched a handful of black waistband and muscled the FAWN original up high enough for Kylie’s legs to swing backward around her hips in a sort of loose, involuntary Scissors. Shifting her left hand from Sanders’ waistband to a sturdy loop around her left thigh, Campos went up on tiptoe, then swept her burden forward and down, Luisa curling the veteran in on herself just before she dropped to a seat that THAWHAMMED Kylie down on the back of her head and shoulders at a murderously steep angle.
PEARL NECK-CRASH:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=SeAnQEMoezg
Folded into an ignominious Matchbook by the brunette’s Pearl Neckcrash, Sanders was little more than breathing object d’evestation for Luisa to pose with while Castle and the crowd tolled the academic…
ONE…
TWO…
THREE!
Smiling a little wider when the bell sounded, Pearls fluffed her hair, then pointed a finger at herself and mouthed ‘that’s me!’ when the Announcer confirmed, “Ladies and gentlemen, your winner via pin-fall… LUISA CAMPOS!”
With Marisol cresting the ring steps, Carpenter moved toward Diamonds.
“Luisa has her win. Let’s keep the celebrating above board.”
Ayala dipped through the ropes and purred, “Or below the waistline.”
Once in, she grabbed Al by a wrist and the scruff of the neck and heaved him over the cables, the zebra landing with a thud on the thinly-padded concrete below.
Still seated in her victory pose, Kylie’s slender, alabaster stems tucked under her arms, Pearls grinned at her partner sending the official flying, then turned her attention back to the semiconscious blonde.
The Neck-Crash leaving Sanders a limp, lethargic ragdoll, Luisa slipped a set of digits under the back waistline of Kylie’s boy-cut spandex and rolled them up her overturned backside, taking the g-string beneath with them as she exposed the privates of the Platinum Pixie. Skillfully, she shifted the shorts up the trapped Hawkeye’s stems before maneuvering them around Sanders’ boots, then flicking the lycra into the front row, no doubt to end in either a demented shrine or E-Bay.
With Kylie’s bare bottom pointed to the rafters, Campos spread Ky’s legs wide and invited Marisol to drop an elbow between. The sickening THWACK of bone to kitty sent a shiver down many a spine and brought Kylie sputtering, then sobbing, to her senses.
“Now,” Luisa shouted over the caterwauling, “now it’s time to REALLY pay what you owe. And we’re not talking Venmo.”
Pearls slid her derriere forward, covering the whimpering face of the blonde, Ky’s muffled cries barely audible even to Luisa. Sanders’ body wrenched and spasmed but Campos easily rode her smothered victim toward oblivion.
Adding to the old-school nature, Luisa fashioned her right hand into a set of claws and sank them into Kylie’s naked crotch, squeezing the digits into Chill’s inner sanctum, drawing another set of muted screams and flexing legs and buttocks.
Pearls ravages the captured Kylie so much the crowd turned from rapturous cheers to groans and scattered boos. The Brazilian worked Kylie like a hand puppet until the Platinum Princess, deprived of air and with humiliation heaped, shuddered to lifelessness. Only then did Luisa release the limp legs of her foe, the limbs flopping to the canvas in a wide, immodest ‘V’.
And just as the FAWNatics believed the show at an end, Pearls began grinding atop the elfin features of the demolished Sanders. Luisa slid forward and back across Kylie’s mug, the blonde’s greasy face emerging for a moment before being encased in Campos’ undercarriage again, time after time. The thrusts gained in pace as Luisa’s breathing likewise became faster and more chaotic, interspersed with moans of delight until she unloaded on the insensate Pixie with a shout of joy.
A smirking Marisol helped the spent Pearls to her feet, Kylie’s face not only dripping with humidity from being buried under Pearls’ ass but from Luisa’s love leavings, the honey coating her features in a shiny sheen.
Refusing to leave her former benefactor a shred of dignity, Luisa relieved Sanders of her top, letting Kylie’s body flop out and into a sopping spreadeagle, looking every bit the sad Girl Scout leftovers Campos threatened earlier.
Claiming her foe’s top as a trophy, Luisa hovered over what’s left of a woman who’d reinvented herself many times over and now has been brought back to her humbling origins by the Brazilian. Luisa looked down at what she’s wrought with a malevolent grin.
“Now that you and these people know what you are at your core, consider us even!”
Luisa spat in the face of the comatose Platinum Pixie, Diamonds & Pearls leaving the attendants to clean up the monumental mess she’d made of a FAWN legend.
FANCY:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=O-zpOMYRi0w
As the assembled let loose with their usual barrage of animosity at the sound of her accompaniment, Kylie gulped hard and pushed through the curtains, entering alone for the first time in a long while.
Though many questioned Sanders’ ability and even more her ethical indiscretions, no one could deny her power to stir passion. She immediately brought the crowd to a boil, the collective hate surging like a tangible presence toward the silvery-bobbed, elfin beauty as she moved to center stage.
KYLIE SANDERS:
Drawing on echoes of her original gear, Sanders sported a multi-strapped, yellow-gold sports bra topside with black boy-cut shorts, black boots and pads. As she headed down the ramp, Ky muffed her ears against the growing chants of, ‘TROLL… TROLL… TROLL!’
Attire Reference:
www.yandy.com/Strappy-Black-Sports-Bra.php
FAWN’s Most Hated reached the Mayhem ring, took a moment to gaze around the arena at the enmity she’s inspired, then climbed the steps. She flashed her former Corps members a raised middle finger before slipping through the cables.
Moving to the middle, she barks at Al Carpenter to stay off her back during the battle then receded to her assigned corner where she angrily allowed the lanky zebra to check her for foreign objects. The official concluded just as the lights dimmed and the collective eyes of the house moved back to the entrance.
The crowd was still giving their ire to Kylie when the Announcer decided to split their focus with an equally detestable duo. “And introducing her opponent, being accompanied to the ring by Marisol Ayala, hailing from Rio de Janeiro, Brazil, she stands at five feet four inches and weighs in at one hundred and twenty-two pounds, she is pro-wrestling’s perfect Pearl… LUISA CAMPOS!”
MARISOL AYALA:
LUISA CAMPOS:
The curtains burst open as Diamonds & Pearls crashed the scene with Luisa in the front (all the better to talk some trash in Kylie‘s direction) and Marisol behind, the big brunette stunner sweeping her head from side to side just in case Sanders had found someone stupid enough to back her play tonight.
“You’re DONE after tonight,puta!” Campos promised at the top of her lungs. “No one screws with me and gets away with it! Raising a fist to bump knuckles with Ayala, Luisa murmured, “No mercy tonight, Diamonds. I’ll bring the hurt myself, just promise you’ll keep the refs off my back when the time comes.”
“Consider it done.” Marisol answered at once.
That was all the assurance Campos needed so she started down the aisle with Marisol trailing several steps behind. For her first official encounter with the hag that’d tied to push her in front of a psychopath, Pearls sported a black velvet two piece, high cut 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. Pads at knee and elbow were matte black, though her black boots were polished to a shine that was properly pearlescent.
Resuming her running commentary as she traversed the ramp, Luisa made her way up the steel steps to the apron, but wouldn’t enter the squared circle until Al came over and sat on the middle ropes. From there she went straight to the middle of the ring and raised her arms in a jaunty ‘V’ while Marisol stood behind and made a deliberate show of cra-cra-cra-craaaaaaaaaaacking her knuckles. Heading to the far corner only when their music started to fade, Diamonds & Pearls shared a final snickering conference before the former slipped through the ropes to the floor and the latter turned her attention to the Pleasant Valley Pariah.
Blonde and brunette left their corners with an obvious sense of urgency, Platinum and Pearls looking to settle a grudge arising from their short-lived alliance against the Glittering Enigma. “You must have a death wish, puta.” Campos sniped at Kylie as they closed in on one another. “FAWN medical spends the better part of two months scraping you offa that damned cage and the first thing you do is step to ME? If I didn’t know better I’d say you were crazier than GoodNGH!”
Sanders rocked Luisa back on her heels with a rough two-handed shove, then reared back and earned an ‘Ooooohhhh!’ from the capacity crowd with a Bytch Slap that put the brunette’s head on a swivel. “That’s what you freakin’ get, you piece of garbage!” Kylie barked at her one-time employee. “I paid good money for your so-called services and you abandoned me in the cage with that lunatRRHHH!”
Pearls slapped the blonde right back, then grabbed her by the ears and gave ‘em a sharp twist in lieu of the traditional catty hair-pull. “Damned right I did!” Campos admitted as she tried to wrench Sanders’ head clear off her shoulders. “It’s what you f*cking deserve for tossing me to that psycho when she had a fork in oneGGRGH!”
Kylie jabbed Luisa in the mouth, dipped low and slipped an arm through the younger wrestler’s thighs to dump her to the deck with a simple Fireman’s Carry. Catching hold of an arm the instant Campos touched down, Sanders trapped the limb in her left armpit and planted a knee on the side of her skull to ensure she couldn’t go much of anywhere. “That’s what I paid you to do, idiot!” Kylie snapped as she wrenched on the Armbar and grrrrroooound her knee against Luisa’s temple. “You ASSURED me you could handle Goodheart and you failed me every step of the waaaaOOOOOWWW!”
Luisa raked her nails across Sanders’ thigh no less than half a dozen times to earn her freedom from the blonde’s knee. Didn’t get her arm back though, so she scrambled to one knee and stuffed her free hand into Sanders’ face, Pearls catching the blonde’s nose between thumb and forefinger for some overly enthusiastic twisting! “I would’ve handled her just fine if you hadn’t stuck your goddamned nose in all the f*cking time! Far as I’m concerned, you still owe me hazard pay so I’m gonna take THIS as a down paymenNNNGGH!”
Sanders let go, stretched her arms wide and swiftly PWAAAKED her palms against Luisa’s ears in a nasty Bell Ringer! “I owe you? I owe YOU?” Ky snatched a huge double fistful of Campos’ dark locks and shook her like a terrier shakes a rat. “Bytch, you owe me everything I paid you PLUS interest, but since I know you already spent it on lip gloss and body glitter I’ll just take it out of your stupid face!”
Understandably eager to collect on what she was owed, Sanders THWHONKED Luisa down on her face and chest, then climbed aboard her lower back so she could draaaaaaaaaaag the brunette’s protesting features back & forth like she meant to scrub them right off!
“Better break that shyt up right now, Carpenter.” Marisol said to the ref from her place outside. “You won’t like it if I have to do it myself.”
Al shot her a look before turning his attention to Sanders. “Leggo of her hair, Kylie. Right now!”
The Pleasant Valley Pariah yanked back instead, all the better to show off Luisa’s aggressively abraded mug for the Mayhem crowd. “I’ve got a better idea, dork. Why don’t you tell us her I.Q. instead?”
Al rolled his eyes before counting off, “ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR!”
Sanders bounced her foe’s face one more time, but did relinquish the hair-hold in favor of a Half Nelson on the Brazilian’s right arm. Rolling Pearls onto her back, Kylie dug her knees into Campos’ flanks and palmed a shoulder in each hand to send her to the back in humiliatingly brisk fashion.
ONE…
TWO…
Luisa bucked her hips simultaneous with ‘TWO!’, the force of it tossing Sanders forward onto her hands and knees.
Ky smacked her palms against the canvas, popped up and circled back to the brunette so she could jab a snide little kick into her ribs. “Good lord, is this what I was paying for?” Sanders sneered after a second shot made Campos squeal in pained disgust. “I should’ve consulted a talent scout rather than waste my money on--”
“I’m the only reason your face isn’t called ‘Still life with fork’, puta. Don’t you f*cking forget it.” Luisa interrupted as she fought to all fours. “It’s not my fault you’re a washed up has-been that draws the ire of every psychopath in the locker rooOOOFFHH!”
MUSHROOM STOMP:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Pk30i2qHqBg
FAWN’s Most Hated hopped up and stomped down, Sanders driving the soles of her boots into Pearls’ undefended back! “Were you saying something, little girl?” Kylie taunted the groaning brunette. “Why don’t you try picking your lips up off the canvas before you call me a has-been!”
Luisa had no answer for that, so the Iowan filled her hands with those long locks and hauled her up into a Side Headlo--“AAAARRRHH!” Sanders jerked away from Campos like she’d been bitten because that was exactly what’d happened, the black-clad brunette sinking her teeth into Kylie’s forearm before she could truly secure the Headlock. “Nasty brat!” the Platinum Pixie snatched Luisa by the scruff of the neck and yanked her into a Broadside Kneelift that THUMPED opposing tummy. All you want to do is bite and claw, huh? Guess you need a time out!”
Knowing just where to put Pearls until the tantrum subsided, Sanders wheeled the both of ‘em toward Marisol Ayala and made straight for the ropes. Diamonds didn’t so much as flinch, though the nasty twinkle in Kylie’s eye made her set her feet in case the blonde puta decided to hurl Pearls out over the stranNO! Luisa mirrored the grip Sanders had on the back of her own noggin and spun through a full circle that threw Kylie off balance and also provided that much more momentum when Campos tossed her opponent into the top rope throat-first!
Sanders bounced away in an awkward backpedal with both hands clutching at her rasping windpipe. She almost made it to center ring before she tripped over her own feet and went tumbling backward to finish up on her butt still coughing and gagging. Luisa went to and then past the penitent veteran, Campos bypassing the hair-pull to run the ropes behind her adversary. Picking up the pace as she started back the way she’d came, Pearls hopped up and planted a boot between the blonde’s shoulders to drive Kylie’s forehead into the canvas with an audible BWUNK! The rude stomping did not mean an end to her journey however, no indeed. Instead she hit the opposite strands and made another trip to the middle, this one timed so that she arrived just as Kylie was rising to a woozy se--“NNNGGGHH!”
TRAMPLING DROPKICK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=urDJmK2-dmE
Luisa knocked the blonde flat with a Basement Dropkick and immediately scrambled into a Schoolgirl Pin, Pearls sitting high and tight with the fork of her crotch snug against Sanders’ chin while the ref counted…
ONE…
TWO…
Kylie kicked both legs up, hooked them under the brunette’s armpits and rolled forward onto her butt to transform the Schoolgirl into a Sunset Flip! Cinching her arms around Campos’ waist, Sanders leaned into those upturned haunches in the hopes of dismissing her foe via a quick…
ONE…
TWO…
Luisa somersaulted her way to freedom, then rushed in and dropped low to club the PVP across the chest with a Basement Clothesline! “You’re not platinum, puta.” Luisa told the blonde after she’d trapped Kylie’s left arm between her thighs and looped an arm around the back of her neck for a tight Headlock. “You’re just a punk who outlived her usefulness. A relic wasting space in a locker room that never respected her to begin ERRRGGGHH!”
PEARLY HEADLOCK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=t1bcrDj4bmA
Sanders pumped an angry knee into the younger woman’s curved back, but it didn’t free her from the Headlock. “Watch your mouth, brat.” she grunted. “I’ll mean more to this place than you ever GAAAARRRRHHHHH!”
In no mood for the blonde’s delusional yammering, Campos slipped a thumb into the corner of Kylie’s mouth and tugged as hard as she could! “I think you’re the one who needs to watch her mouth, has-been!”
Kylie’s pained groan was unintelligible, Sanders hooked like a smallmouth bass by Luisa’s curved thumb. She’s yanked by her cheek to the side then rocked by a Forearm Smash to the opposite temple, Ky’s hazel eyes turning from pained and watering to glazed after the impact.
Luisa popped to her feet and put a set of fiery stomps to the Platinum Pixie, a half-dozen leaving Campos huffing but the former Chill a smoldering wreck beneath her.
“I’m going to use you for more than an ATM tonight, puta,” Pearls informed, as she snatched Sanders by her silvery bob and pulls Kylie to her feet. “We’re going to have a little reunion with the type of humiliations you endured when people cared about you.”
Luisa dropped a limp left arm of Sanders over her shoulders then wrapped her arms around the hips of the veteran. With a grunt of effort, Pearls sent Ky flipping forward with a Northern Lights Suplex, Sanders’ spine THUMPING against the canvas.
NORTHERN LIGHTS SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=HvQPd3nU5ek
Campos remained connected in a beautiful bridge, raised on her toe tips with Sanders pinned for the…
ONE…
TWO…
FAWN’s Most Hated kicked loose, rising to a seated position, a hand massaging at her lower spine. A nodding Luisa pushed to her feet, turned and landed a Soccer Kick Pele would envy into the base of Sanders’ backbone. The blonde’s body arching forward, her face etched in pain.
From the sidelines, a politely clapping Diamonds watched with supreme confidence in her partner, Marisol unconcerned as Campos played to the crowd. Luisa couldn’t help but get a smattering of cheers when taking her fury out on the organization’s biggest traitor. Equally unfamiliar and uncomfortable with the sound, Luisa flashed the assembled a Brazilian bird, the one-finger-salute turning most positive sentiment on its head.
As Campos’ interplay grew nastier, a struggling Kylie pushed to her feet, drawing the attention of Sanders’ former mercenary. The feisty Latina moved to her past benefactor, grabbing a wrist of the Hawkeye. She aimed Ky toward the far buckles and sent Sanders on her way with an Irish Whip. Or that was the plan. Instead, the wily vet planted and reversed, shooting the raven-haired Latina to the buckles, a startled Luisa spinning into a rough, back-first collision with the corner.
Still struggling to recover full mobility, Ky staggered toward her wincing foe to pile on the punishment. It’s enough time for Campos to consolidate and stuff a Toe Kick toward Kylie’s ivory-skinned tummy, but Sanders was ready and caught the effort. Alas, the resourceful Luisa spun the delicate position. Using her grip on the top rope, Pearls launched herself, pressing the knee of her captured leg into Kylie’s forehead and riding a collapsing Sanders to the mat with an ingenious Reverse Calf Branding.
REVERSE CALF BRANDING:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=2WeSS2hp_dU
The Brazilian popped to her feet, took a victory lap, and strode to the dazed Platinum Pixie. She grabbed each of Sanders’ ankles, lifting the legs high, then chose the right to rattle with a dropped elbow to the inside of Ky’s knee joint. Quickly turning, Campos collected the opposite lower limb then floated over to her back, ending seated between the legs of the chest-down Hawkeye.
With both stems in her possession, she slipped her ankles under the pits of Kylie’s arms, rose up, and snatched the Pleasant Valley Pariah’s wrists. Rocking horse fashioned, Luisa dropped to her back, forcing Kylie’s upper half off the canvas, torturing the veteran’s spine.
ROCKING HORSE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=vHeGgyvcc7s
Ky howled in anguish, shaking her head when Al asks if she wanted to give in.
The FAWNatics chanted for Sanders to ‘TAP…TAP…TAP”, the agonized Iowan refusing despite her taffy-like positioning.
Unhappy with the delay in her foe’s defeat, Pearls exchanged her grips on Kylie’s wrists, one after the other, for handfuls of silvery bob. There wasn’t much to grab, but Luisa made it work for the four seconds Carpenter gave her, Ky screeching in pain “HAIR!”
Luisa placed a boot between Sanders’ shoulderblades and gave up the follicles, sending Kylie’s face into the thinly-sheathed plywood with a modified Curbstomp that drew a surprisingly sympathetic groan from the assembled.
A glassy-eyed Kylie laid motionless, mug on the canvas as Campos slipped free of her foe’s limp frame, moved to Ky’s side, and rolled the insensate blonde to her back. Luisa dropped across Sanders in a Lateral Press, hooking a leg and rolling to a Back Press across Kylie’s chest for the…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOO!
From somewhere deep, the Platinum Pixie shoved upward, raising a shoulder off the deck, leaving Luisa in a state of shock. Some in the crowd gave Sanders a timid round of applause among the groans for the effort to keep the match going.
Ending on her chest as Pearls reached her feet, Sanders pushed toward all fours, only for Campos to leap above her and send both knees CRASHING into Sanders’ spine, flattening her foe to the canvas, a great exhale bursting from Kylie’s Cupid’s Arrow lips. Wrapping one arm around Ky’s shins and the other around her throat, the kneeling Luisa rolled to her back, bringing the former Chill with her.
And just like that, Luisa continued to show off her spine-cracking arsenal, again threatening to snap Kylie’s vertebrae, this time with a raised Bow & Arrow submission. The Pixie struggled fruitlessly, mewling in anguish, the maneuver seemingly as backbreaking as the classic London Bridge Sanders unfortunately traveled many times before.
BOW & ARROW:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=4tW3NAfLdV8
The pain-racked Sanders didn’t acknowledge Carpenter’s offer. Instead she offered a meager set of elbow strikes to Luisa’s chest, distracting the Brazilian enough to release and send Ky barrel-rolling away.
Desperate for a time out, she used the momentum to rotate her way under the bottom rope, putting boot soles to arena floor. A hand to the base of her backbone, she stumbled in a backpedal to the steel barrier behind her, leaning against it and raising her other arm plaintively when a risen Pearls moved to the ropes above the reeling veteran.
“You might buy a little time with your cowardice, puta!” Luisa sneered. “But there’s no buying your way out of what’s coming. These people are going to find out how little you’ve really changed. And I’m going to show you, you should have been more worried about me than that Pink Disaster.”
Kylie demanded Al move Campos back and he did his best to comply. Sanders moves to the apron’s edge.
“I don’t worry about women who are all talk,” Ky made clear, “even in Portuguese.”
Kylie hopped to the canvas, wincing as she landed. The Pixie started to enter when Luisa circled around Al and reached the blonde before she could make it into the squared circle. A raised knee rattled Ky’s chin, pushing Sanders’ upper half back through the cables, but she hung onto the top strand for dear life, preventing a crash and burn to the floor below. Unsatisfied with the result, Campos reached for Kylie, but it’s the Platinum Pixie whose hands find the Brazilian first, wrapping around the back of Luisa’s braincase.
Ky dropped to the floor, hot-shotting Luisa’s throat across the rubber-coated steel. An angry Marisol shouted at Carpenter about the veteran’s illegal tactics as her partner stumbled away in a U-turn, grasping at her reddened throat and gagging in difficult breaths.
Realizing an opportunity is available, Sanders rolled in under the bottom cable and hopped to her feet. As a distracted Luisa arced back in her direction, Kylie’s hazel eyes focused like lasers on her target. A starting gun heard only by the former Chill echoed in her mind, and Ky was off like a shot, racing across the canvas and SPEARING THE HOLY HELL out of Luisa. Campos’ body folds around the impaling shoulder of the Hawkeye and she’s summarily splattered to the canvas.
SPEAR:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=YvOLlvxmgGY
Kylie draped her body across the gutted Pearls, hooking the far leg for insurance and the…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
Campos kicked loose with half a second to spare, the gaping brunette flopping over onto her stomach to prevent Kylie from going for a quick follow--“GUUUUUHHHH!” Luisa coughed out a breathless groan when the vindictive blonde drove a heavy knee into her right flank, Sanders getting some excellent leverage on the blow thanks to a strong grip on the younger woman’s waistband, not to mention the nape of her neck. Instinctually drawing away from the source of her pain, Campos’ situation only grew worse when Ky leaned forward and down to grrrrrrrrrrrrriiiiiind her face against the canvas-sheathed plywood.
“Got something to say now, Pearls?” Sanders gathered a bigger handful of those crushed velvet bottoms so she could make a goodly portion of this disappear via a taunting wedgie. “What was that, brat?” Kylie pulled the distended material out at a sharp angle and yanked back and forth, forcing it to ride higher and higher before she abandoned the grip in favor of several brisk slaps to the mostly-bared buns. “You had a helluva lot to say a few minutes ago, why so quiet now? Is it because you turn into a simpering baby the instant someone yanks on your trunks? Or is it because you just (THUMP!) can’t (THUMP!) BREATHE?” (THUMP!)
Sanders punctuated those last three words with more knee strikes, just stretching her right leg out in a straight line before SLAMMING that knee home a few inches above the point of her opponent’s hip. Half a dozen more blows rocked Pearls loose of Sanders’ grasp and she tumbled onto her back with a grateful groan that transformed into a pained whine when Kylie crashed down atop her roiling tummy in a miniature Splash! Campos’ breathless whine was music to Sanders’ ears, thus explaining the beaming smile on the veteran’s face when she coiled both arms around the Brazilian’s thighs and folded her in half with a Back Press good for the…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
Luisa escaped again and this time she created some immediate separation with an awkward barrel roll in the direction of the rop--“NNGHH!”
Sanders put a stop to that with a lunging Double Axehandle that found the brunette’s stomach simply because she happened to facing up at the moment of impact. “No, no, no little girl, running from a fight’s what got you into trouble in the first place.” Ky growled as she hooked Luisa by the shoulder-straps and hauled her to boot leather. A roar from the Mayhem’ers when the Platinum Pixie ‘hupped’ Pearls onto her shoulders in a Fireman’s Carry. But this was no drive through the valley, either Pleasant or Chill. Rather it proved a short, nauseating plunge straight onto Sanders’ right thigh when the Lightweight Legend dropped her prey with a Gutbuster!
GUTBUSTER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=dAxnU9z-L14
Luisa retched on impact, started to slop off the posted joint and cried out in distress when Kylie looped both arms around her waist. “Did I say you could go anywhere? I don’t think I did.” Sanders’ tone was equal parts stern and chiding as she got to her feet with Pearls in tow.
“She doesn’t answer to you, shyt-bag.” Diamonds noted from her place outside. “No one in that locker room’s answered to you since Washington kicked your punk-ass to the curb.”
Eyes narrowed as she swung to face Marisol, Kylie squeezed the Gutwrench a little tighter, then halved it so she could raise her right hand and very deliberately SPANK Campos’ defenseless glutes once, twice, three times.” After that she doubled down on the grip and muscled the mewling brunette up on tiptoe. “Watch yourself, big girl.” Sanders threatened. “Or YOU’LL answer to me too.” With that she dipped her knees and popped her hips to sling Luisa up, over and down courtesy of a picture perfect Gutwrench Suplex.
GUTWRENCH SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=fjFfHvwfYZc
Campos landed with all the grace of a sack of mail, sat up, then groaned all the louder when Kylie snuggled in beside her and wrapped the brunette up in a brawny little Bear Hug! “HHHRRRGGGHHHH!” Luisa thrashed wildly, but Sanders had made sure to pin the younger wrestler’s right arm between their grinding torsos and the veteran’s shorter hair made it impossible for Pearls to catch a hold with her left hand.
“You should’ve taken that crazy bullet for me, brat.” Sanders murmured in Campos’ ear. “She might’ve put you on the shelf, but at least you’d have been well compensated for the trouble. Now you’re taking an extra ass kicking AND you’re doing it for the loser’s share. No wonder you’re just a big mouth that no one takes seriousRRRGGGGHHH!”
Pearls couldn’t pull the blonde’s hair so she crooked her left hand into a claw and dragged it up Sanders’ back more than half a dozen times before she snatched a wedgie of her own! “Guuuhhh… Goodheart must’ve scrambled whatever was left of your brains against that f*cking cage.” Luisa sneered. “That’s the only way I can imagine you having the guts to run your goddamned mouth because no one but a lunatic would think they could talk to me this way and get away with OOOOOOWWWWWWW F*CK! BITING! GODDAMN REF, SHE’S BITING!”
No defense from Sanders because she was indeed chomping on Luisa’s shoulder and the base of her neck. Carpenter didn’t bother trying to reason with the Pleasant Valley Pariah, he just stepped up the action and began to count, “ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR!”
Kylie lifted her head, pursed her lips and spat on Luisa’s cheek, a scathing show of disrespect that had Marisol Ayala barking threats even as she leapt onto the apron. Casting a glance in that direction when Al went to deal with the encroaching Diamonds, Sanders clambered to verticality with the Bear Hug intact only to trade it out for a gaudy hair-hold that she used to march Luisa to the corner farthest removed from her belligerent partner.
“It’s high time you realized who you’re dealing with, so let me educate you, BYTCH.” Kylie taunted as she smeared Pearls against the buckles. “I’m Kylie Sanders! I’ve won more championships than you’ve had matches!” Sanders braced her left hand over Luisa’s chin and pushed her head backward to keep the brunette otherwise occupied while Ky unleashed a barrage of punches to Campos’ tummy! “And who are you, huh? Yet another Portia VanBuren rip-off hiding in the shadow of some lumbering idiot with a cup-size that dwarves her I.Q.? You’re no one! NOTHING! So you’re gonna stand here, take your beating and put some respect on my goddamned name!”
PLESANT VALLEY BEATDOWN:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=8E23cbnXJ5Q
Kylie slammed a final punch into her opponent’s midsection, then jammed a shoulder into those same aching abs and hoisted her into a seat on the top turnbuckle. A single sharp Bytch Slap across the cheek scrambled any resistance Campos might’ve mustered and gave Sanders more than enough time to twist around and reach up, the blonde clamping down on a Brazilian bicep in each hand. Forcing Luisa’s arms out to shoulder level, the Pleasant Valley Pariah slung her foe over and down while simultaneously dropping to a seat that THAWHAMMED Campos against the deck!
ICONOCLASM:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=coGmj8Ru5eg
Pearls’ legs kicked up in the aftermath of the Iconoclasm, so Sanders hooked on and pulled ‘em back in a Matchbook that made it much easier to keep her pinned in place for…
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO!
Luisa tumbled out of the cover with a heartbeat to spare, alas that was about all the relief she enjoyed because the FAWN Original scooted in behind and threaded her legs around that gulping waist. Ankles crossed, Sanders set her hands on the mat and pushed up to send a prolonged constriction through the Bodyscissors.
BODYSCISSORS:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=vSaRfHwAgEU
“Give up, brat.” Kylie demanded. “Tapping may be humiliating, but it’s better than having Carpenter stop the match when you start coughing up blood.”
But instead of offering her surrender the Brazilian placed her boot soles to the canvas and put her frame in reverse, rolling Sanders up beneath her until Kylie’s shoulders were flat on the canvas. A frustrated Kylie was forced to relinquish her Scissors to kick out at ‘TWO’ from the makeshift pinning predicament.
The Platinum Pixie scrambled to her feet, reaching them as Pearls made it to her knees. Ky leveled a Soccer Kick at Luisa’s chest and THWUMPED in a meaty connection to Campos’ bosom, rocking the Latina. Luisa’s arms windmilled to keep her from folding to the canvas and she paid for it with a second and third kick to the same location.
Kylie yanked the grimacing Luisa to her feet and aimed the raven-haired grappler to the far buckles, sending her sprinting with an Irish Whip. Ky followed her in, leaping into the biggest Avalanche the relatively slight blonde could deliver. It’s enough to send a shellshocked Campos staggering out of the corner, halfway to Dream Street from the collision.
Sanders collected Luisa’s braincase in a Side Headlock as she caught the stumbling Brazilian from behind. The Hawkeye didn’t break stride, racing with her cargo toward the opposite corner. She vaulted off the deck, planning to put boots to the middle buckle to send both women through a U-turn and into a Springboard Bulldog.
But Luisa had enough of her senses to alter Kylie’s trajectory and Ky’s boots shot between the top and middle buckles, her alabaster legs following suit until her crotch RAMMED into the steel ring post.
The FAWNatics groaned in sympathy despite themselves. Sanders’ face was twisted in anguish, her hazel eyes watering as her hands moved to the juncture of her thighs, weakly trying to push her womanhood away from the metal.
Campos shook some marbles back into place and wobbled to the opposite corner. Raising a hand high, she lowered it to signal the start of her race across. Pearls leapt into a Dropkick to Kylie’s lower back that sent Ky’s kitty CRACKING back into the post, Sanders’ nightmare repeated. The Hawk’s eyes roll back in her head from the agony. Her limp body flopped backward, torso curving into an ignominious Shrub of Woe.
A snarling Luisa stomped away on the chest and chin of the Platinum Pixie until the battered Sanders finally tumbled free from the abuse, curdling into a fetal ball around her demolished center.
On the outside, Marisol pumped her fist furiously, delighted by the turn of events. She pointed at her partner and Pearls returned the acknowledgment.
“Instead of putting respect on your name,” Campos spat at her foe, “how about I put more shame on your legacy?”
Luisa cracked open Kylie’s shell with a series of stomps then skipped over Ky’s frame, hopping to the middle ropes, one leg on either side of the corner. Luisa lifted her legs up and back, pushing off with her palms and SPLASHING in a Crossbody across Kylie’s gulping ivory belly. A great burst of an exhale escaped Sanders’ lips as she jackknifed under the impact then melted to the canvas.
CAMPOS CRUSH:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=1BoziQJZhyg
Carpenter slid next to the pin and slapped the mat for…
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TWO…
Kylie’s body didn’t twitch other than her right arm, which rose high enough for a palm to wrap around the bottom rope, the veteran saving herself with nothing more than preternatural ring awareness.
A nearby Ayala crashed a forearm across the blonde’s, breaking Ky’s grip, but Al refused to begin another count, instead scolding Diamonds, threatening to her remove her from ringside. Marisol backed away with arms raised.
A risen Luisa snatched Sanders by the ankles and dragged her foe to the center. She widened Kylie’s stems and hovered menacingly, the Platinum Pixie raising plaintive palms and ‘washing windows’.
“We can work something out,” Kylie offered. “I can give something to your favorite charity.”
“Oh you are,” Luisa responded gruffly. “Me!”
Pearls dropped a knee into Kylie’s pussy, dissecting the abbreviated legs with the pounding cap. Ky rose to a seated position like she’s been electroshocked, reaching toward the throbbing from below, her hazel peepers bugging, jaw dropping.
Luisa plastered Sanders’ jaw with a flashing forearm, laying out the former Chill into a wide spreadeagle. But instead of going for the cover, Luisa dug a heinous Crotch Claw into the bruised privates of the veteran, pressing her fingertips so far into the lycra, it seems like the material must burst and let the digits through.
Pearls flexed her stilettos into the meat beneath, drawing a howl from Kylie. Sanders’ fingers raked across her silvery bob and the scalp beneath to spread the pain, but it’s no use. She writhed within the evil grasp of the Brazilian, Luisa working Kylie like a hand puppet.
“Tell me how important you are, Sanders!” Campos shouted. “While I show these people you’re the same little victim you were when you started. Now you’re just a hated one.”
When Al seems conflicted on whether a claw in this particular area could create a legitimate submission, Luisa pulled her fingers free and gave a parting slap to Ky’s tummy. She moved topside, surrounding the whimpering blonde’s noggin with her hands and tugging Sanders to her feet.
Kylie waddled after Luisa as Pearls drew her foe closer to the middle of the ring. A boot gutted the faltering blonde and Campos yanked Ky’s lowered head between her legs. The Brazilian snatched Sanders’ back waistband and heaved the Hawkeye to vertical. With her boy-cut spandex far up her crack, boot soles pointing to the rafters, the crown of Kylie’s skull was SPIKED into the canvas via a Pulling Piledriver.
PULLING PILEDRIVER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=cbflyZAs_uU
The Platinum Pixie slopped to her side, motionless save for a soft roll of her chest. Next to her, Luisa sat with a smirk creasing her lips.
Apparently demanding Carpenter provide her a knockout win instead of a pin, Al made clear no such stipulation exists and Pearls would need to get the three-count or a submission. Luisa’s nose scrunched in annoyance as she had to complete the formality. Campos shoved Kylie to her back and climbed aboard in a Lateral Press for the…
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO!
Sanders shot an arm off the canvas, drawing a look equal parts exasperation and disbelief from Pearls and respectful applause from the sellout crowd.
Moving to her back next to the splayed Pixie, Luisa pulled Kylie’s carcass between her legs, scissoring her foe’s chest and wrapping her arms around the head of the blonde, securing her Pearl Choker Triangle submission.
PEARL CHOKER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=cbflyZAs_uU
The former Chill spasmed to life with the little energy she has remaining, fighting fruitlessly for an escape, Al asking if she wanted to admit her loss. Instead, the stubborn Sanders got her knees under her and rolled the Brazilian onto her shoulders, finding an escape hatch via Carpenter’s slaps on the canvas…
ONE…
TWO…
Luisa released and pushed to her feet over the Hawkeye, Ky gasping and broken, the last few minutes leaving her a smoldering wreck at Campos’ feet.
“What am I going to do with you?” Luisa asked, perplexed. “Your Mom Mop doesn’t lend itself to my Necklace.”
As Kylie reached her haunches, refusing to stay down, Pearls gave the silvery bob a playful tousle.
“You’re in good shape for a woman who should be driving her kid to soccer practice in a minivan. But uhmm…not so good for being in the ring with a young, badass Latina you’ve pissed off.”
Campos helped herself to a clamp on Kylie’s ears only to pay for the privilege with the heavy Uppercut Sanders slammed into the pit of her stomach! Ky flashed a smile at the look of bug-eyed surprise on Luisa’s face, though her accumulation of aches and pains prevented her from pursuing any offense stronger than returning to verticality. “And you talk a good game for a little girl whose career highlights consist of being Lily Burlingame’s bytcNNNGGGHHH!”
Pearls drove a quick heel into her opponent’s right shin to transform Sanders into a pained penitent in the span between heartbeats. Catching hold of a Front Facelock the instant Ky touched down, Campos hunched forward over her prey only to snap backward for a sawed-off DDT that drove the blonde’s forehead into the canvas with a menacing THWHUNK!
SNAP DDT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=_O4qvKVgUqw
Luisa hooked a Half Nelson that encouraged Sanders to slop over just a little faster, then slid into place across her chest, Pearls hooking the far leg with one hand while she grrrrrrrrrroooound her other forearm against the veteran’s jaw through a count of…
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO!
“F*CK YOU, PUTA!” Campos bellowed down to Sanders after the blonde inched a shoulder off the canvas with a whisper to spare. Unable to catch a really satisfying grip on her opponent’s locks, Luisa clamped down on the nape of her neck instead, the incensed brunette using it to yank Sanders’ head off the mat even as she scrambled into a full mount. Too hot (in the emotional sense) to give a damn about a warning from the official, Pearls balled her free hand into a fist and rained down punches on Kylie’s defenseless pate.
“Your time is over! It was over five years ago, you’re just too stupid to see it!” Luisa hissed over the steady pak-pak-pak of fist on forehead. “But you STILL want to run your mouth? You want to blame ME when YOU couldn’t put that psycho down without a f*cking army?”
“Open that fist, Luisa!” Al instructed during a brief lapse in Campos’ cruel shelling. “You know the rules!”
Luisa raised that hand to shoulder level, made a show of opening it wide, then CRAAACKED it down across Kylie’s cheek in a vile Bytch Slap!
“I have no idea why Goodheart does the things she does.” Luisa sounded far more in control of herself as she palmed Sanders’ head in both hands and hauled her to boot-leather. “But I’d like to think she recognizes a job well done and left just enough of you so I could collect what I’m oweDNNNGGGHH!”
Kylie clipped the younger wrestler’s chin with a European Uppercut that sent Luisa staggering into and then out of the ropes on her six--‘OOOOOOOOOHHHH!’ from the FAWNatics as Sanders welcomed her foe back with a lowered shoulder that grew into a Fireman’s Carry immediately thereafter! “Yuuuuhhhh… you’re right, Pearls.” Ky huffed as she turned in a weary circle. “I do owe you your last paycheck. So here it is, punRRRGGGGGGHHH!”
Sanders’ efforts at recompense were met with outright disdain in the form of well-manicured talons raked across her eyes! Paying no attention to the jeers from the audience or the warning from Carpenter, Pearls squirmed loose of Kylie’s shoulders and promptly CLAPPED her palms against the veteran’s ears! Vision blurred, bell rung, Kylie was in no condition to defend herself when Campos slipped an arm through her legs and ‘hupped’ her into a Fireman’s Carry of her own. “You idiots still have the nerve to cheer for Old Yeller, here?” Luisa snarled to the world at large via the hard camera. “Then you deserve this is as much as she does.” No waiting for an answer, Campos popped up on tiptoe and laid out on her left hip to THWHUNK the back of Kylie’s head and shoulders into the mat with a Death Valley Bomb!
DEATH VALLEY BOMB:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=5kD44eHkHLM
Sanders didn’t command a fraction of the adulation she had at the height of her popularity (she had after all, worked very hard for the title of FAWN’s Most Hated) but such blatant thievery and disdain still earned Luisa a deafening round of boos from the sold-out Mayhem crowd. That massed disgust grew all the louder when a smirking Luisa crawled over to the starfished blonde and pressed one hand to her cheek and the other to her chest, Pearls pointing Kylie’s face toward the camera while Carpenter counted off…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO?
Sanders didn’t kick out, but the match continued because Luisa hooked two fingers into her prey’s nostrils and used that disrespectful hook to yank Ky’s head off the mat!
“Do that again and I’ll disqualify you, Luisa.” Al warned. “Don’t test me.”
“Do what?” Campos was all sweetness and light as she wiped her fingers off on Kylie’s cheek. “It’s not my fault that this mummy fart has all sorts of tricks I’ve never seen.”
Silence from the ref, so Pearls grabbed dual handfuls of Sanders’ shoulder straps and used them to haul her uprig--another round of jeers, though this verse was threaded with salacious cheers because Campos kept right on tugging Kylie’s top until it came off over her head! The Pleasant Valley Pariah raised an arm to her chest and instinctually turned away from her tormentor. Alas this proved a disastrous mistake as it allowed Campos to loop the shorn spandex around her throat and pull it garrote-tight! Crossing her wrists in an ’X’ an instant before she turned her back on the blonde, Pearls indulged in a sultry shimmy that ground her glutes against Kylie’s struggling rump for the entirety of Carpenter’s count.
“ONE… TWO… THREE…. FOUR!”
Luisa sat out on the brink of disqualification, the Brazilian Bombshell dropping to a seat with the stranglehold still in place to tear Kylie loose of her moorings and THUNK her skull against the brunette’s shoulder in a sadistically augmented application of the Pearl Necklace!
PEARL NECKLACE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=5YcHQRjCWgU
Sanders hit the deck with all the grace of a felled tree and didn’t move until Luisa hooked under the armpits for another trip to verticality. “Finish her off, Pearls!” Marisol encouraged her partner. “Show this has-been that the future belongs to us!”
Half Nelson already in place on Sanders’ right arm, Luisa put her lips to Kylie’s ear and murmured, “That’s exactly what I’m going to do.” Sanders responded in an insensate grunt that quickly rose to a miserable whine when Pearls reached around and gave the Platinum Pixie’s right nipple a savage twist. Ky’s left nub endured similar treatment, Campos alternating the humiliating dominance as she turned to all four sides of the FAWN Arena. Finishing where she’d started, Pearls pressed her cheek to Kylie’s and twisssssssssssssted harder than ever as she mugged for the camera.
“Platinum’s being devalued every day, idiots. You want to invest in the future? Look no further than Diamonds and Pearls!”
She punctuated this prognostication with a derisive slap to Kylie’s hurtin’ girls, then snatched a handful of black waistband and muscled the FAWN original up high enough for Kylie’s legs to swing backward around her hips in a sort of loose, involuntary Scissors. Shifting her left hand from Sanders’ waistband to a sturdy loop around her left thigh, Campos went up on tiptoe, then swept her burden forward and down, Luisa curling the veteran in on herself just before she dropped to a seat that THAWHAMMED Kylie down on the back of her head and shoulders at a murderously steep angle.
PEARL NECK-CRASH:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=SeAnQEMoezg
Folded into an ignominious Matchbook by the brunette’s Pearl Neckcrash, Sanders was little more than breathing object d’evestation for Luisa to pose with while Castle and the crowd tolled the academic…
ONE…
TWO…
THREE!
Smiling a little wider when the bell sounded, Pearls fluffed her hair, then pointed a finger at herself and mouthed ‘that’s me!’ when the Announcer confirmed, “Ladies and gentlemen, your winner via pin-fall… LUISA CAMPOS!”
With Marisol cresting the ring steps, Carpenter moved toward Diamonds.
“Luisa has her win. Let’s keep the celebrating above board.”
Ayala dipped through the ropes and purred, “Or below the waistline.”
Once in, she grabbed Al by a wrist and the scruff of the neck and heaved him over the cables, the zebra landing with a thud on the thinly-padded concrete below.
Still seated in her victory pose, Kylie’s slender, alabaster stems tucked under her arms, Pearls grinned at her partner sending the official flying, then turned her attention back to the semiconscious blonde.
The Neck-Crash leaving Sanders a limp, lethargic ragdoll, Luisa slipped a set of digits under the back waistline of Kylie’s boy-cut spandex and rolled them up her overturned backside, taking the g-string beneath with them as she exposed the privates of the Platinum Pixie. Skillfully, she shifted the shorts up the trapped Hawkeye’s stems before maneuvering them around Sanders’ boots, then flicking the lycra into the front row, no doubt to end in either a demented shrine or E-Bay.
With Kylie’s bare bottom pointed to the rafters, Campos spread Ky’s legs wide and invited Marisol to drop an elbow between. The sickening THWACK of bone to kitty sent a shiver down many a spine and brought Kylie sputtering, then sobbing, to her senses.
“Now,” Luisa shouted over the caterwauling, “now it’s time to REALLY pay what you owe. And we’re not talking Venmo.”
Pearls slid her derriere forward, covering the whimpering face of the blonde, Ky’s muffled cries barely audible even to Luisa. Sanders’ body wrenched and spasmed but Campos easily rode her smothered victim toward oblivion.
Adding to the old-school nature, Luisa fashioned her right hand into a set of claws and sank them into Kylie’s naked crotch, squeezing the digits into Chill’s inner sanctum, drawing another set of muted screams and flexing legs and buttocks.
Pearls ravages the captured Kylie so much the crowd turned from rapturous cheers to groans and scattered boos. The Brazilian worked Kylie like a hand puppet until the Platinum Princess, deprived of air and with humiliation heaped, shuddered to lifelessness. Only then did Luisa release the limp legs of her foe, the limbs flopping to the canvas in a wide, immodest ‘V’.
And just as the FAWNatics believed the show at an end, Pearls began grinding atop the elfin features of the demolished Sanders. Luisa slid forward and back across Kylie’s mug, the blonde’s greasy face emerging for a moment before being encased in Campos’ undercarriage again, time after time. The thrusts gained in pace as Luisa’s breathing likewise became faster and more chaotic, interspersed with moans of delight until she unloaded on the insensate Pixie with a shout of joy.
A smirking Marisol helped the spent Pearls to her feet, Kylie’s face not only dripping with humidity from being buried under Pearls’ ass but from Luisa’s love leavings, the honey coating her features in a shiny sheen.
Refusing to leave her former benefactor a shred of dignity, Luisa relieved Sanders of her top, letting Kylie’s body flop out and into a sopping spreadeagle, looking every bit the sad Girl Scout leftovers Campos threatened earlier.
Claiming her foe’s top as a trophy, Luisa hovered over what’s left of a woman who’d reinvented herself many times over and now has been brought back to her humbling origins by the Brazilian. Luisa looked down at what she’s wrought with a malevolent grin.
“Now that you and these people know what you are at your core, consider us even!”
Luisa spat in the face of the comatose Platinum Pixie, Diamonds & Pearls leaving the attendants to clean up the monumental mess she’d made of a FAWN legend.