Post by hawkeye on Sept 5, 2022 14:41:47 GMT
Her chance to become FAWN lightweight champion, likely last chance, snuffed by Maria Alves, Kylie’s ready to get back in the saddle at Slaybor Day. Her will to never surrender, even after disheartening defeat, is the defining characteristic in Sanders’ nearly twenty-year career. Tonight, she’s putting it to the test against a luchadora who can run rings around her. But can she outfight the Platinum Pixie?
As the glorious, melodious return of Sixpence None The Richer’s ‘There She Goes’ sweeps through the arena, it’s clear Kylie’s Corps certainly believes not.
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And to raise the stakes, whomever could pin secure the win would have a guaranteed spot on the biggest card of the year, next month’s FAWNAMANIA.
The Corps’ Girl Scout Part Deux bounces on the balls of her feet backstage, shifting from side to side. On the other side of the curtain, the masses are revved and ready, Ky’s iconic accompaniment enough to get the true believers off their feet.
Kylie pushes through, raising the decibels by double. Despite the loss to Alves, Sanders seems sure of herself and her place back in the singles’ world, not that keeping up with the little Mexican tornado would be an easy task.
Moving to center stage, Sanders appears more comfortable with the adulation, smiling and waving, the sight of a humble Pleasant Valley Princess begetting more collective love in the direction of the silvery-bobbed, elfin beauty.
KYLIE SANDERS
Drawing on echoes of her original gear, Sanders sports a simple yellow-gold sports bra topside with black boy-cut shorts, black boots and pads. As she heads down the ramp, Kylie cups a hand to an ear, enjoying the chants of ‘KY-LEE’ much more than the scattered attempts of a few remaining haters to continue with ‘TROLL…TROLL…TROLL”
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A beaming Sanders walks the aisle, happy to slap hands with her forgiving fans, gazing with delight at a poster proclaiming the Platinum Pixie as their Platinum Princess and a large placard making clear “We still love you”, the discouraging result at the King’s hands not lessening the Corps’ devotion.
Kylie reaches the ring. She takes a moment to gaze around the arena in amazement at the display of affection from the fans. She salutes her supporters before slipping through the cables.
Moving to the middle, Ky applauds the sellout crowd before raising a microphone to her Cupid’s Arrow lips.
“Thank you so much.”
The Hawkeye waits for the din to die down.
“I’m sorry I let you down at ‘Red, White and Bruised’. I tried my best and, on that night. Maria was better.”
The crowd momentarily boos the thought the King could ever legally beat their Platinum Pixie, but quickly the ruckus returns to cheers Ky waves down to speak over.
“Tonight, I’m fighting to get to Mania. I know my chances to go to the Big Dance are dwindling to a precious few, so I’m giving you and Muy Caliente’s Lil’ So-So everything left in the tank to get there.”
Sanders hands the stick over to the ring announcer and recedes to her assigned corner to let lead ref Nick Castle check her for foreign objects. The official concludes as the announcer makes his introduction.
“Our next match is scheduled for one fall with a 20-minute time limit. From Pleasant Valley, Iowa, standing 5 feet 4 inches and weighing in at 115 pounds, the Platinum Pixie…KYLIE SANDERS!”
The house erupts in an encore of applause save for significant pockets of patronage for the Hawkeye’s opponent. Kylie nervously hops and stretches, hoping to add to her record number of FAWN wins instead of accumulating another of her record number of losses.
The masses don’t have to wait long.
They pop to their feet at the first sign of the Caliente cutie’s familiar accompaniment, the throng using the limited space in front of them as their own personal dance floors, shifting their hips in time with the music.
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A lovely Latina pushes into view and sambas to center stage, Soto on her own, a relatively rare sight for the women of Muy Caliente.
[SOSHANA SOTO]
The air wing of the Latina Strike Force quickly has the multitudes in the palm of her hand, the crowd excited to see if the youngster can step to the plate and hit it out of the park with a Mania moment on the line.
Supportive signs are scattered throughout the bowl for Lil’ So-So. She points and pumps fists at her fans before breaking toward the ramp and ring. The spicy little lucha skips toward her date versus a future Hall of Famer.
Lil So-So’s wardrobe includes a purple sports bra top with gold trim, her tight, boy-cut trunks the same color as her top, also with a gold trim. On her right arm is a gold sleeve with purple and white streamers running from her wrist to mid bicep. She finishes her togs with black knee pads, a pair of gold-colored boots and kick pads with purple trim.
Soto hops to the apron, wipes her boots, and grabs the top rope, then flings herself into the ring with a front flip she lands with feline grace.
The LaPaz native moves to the middle beckoning Sanders forward. A confused Kylie joins the diminutive Mexican grappler as the ring announcer gives his second introduction when Caliente’s music fades.
“And her opponent, from La Paz Mexico…she stands 5’1” and weighs in tonight at 112 pounds… Pequeno Dinamita… Little Dynamite…Soshana Soto!”
The arena thunders with an enthusiastic ovation.
Beneath it, Soshana moves her lips close to Sanders’ left ear.
“You screwed Gabby out of her chance at Swelter. She would have put Maria in the rearview mirror given the chance.”
Taken aback, Kylie retreats a stride and shrugs.
“Look at the tape, kiddo. Fair and square. Just like I’m beating you tonight.”
“Not gonna happen, gringa.”
Lil’ So-So’s beak scrunches adorably. She turns and heads to her corner for the bell and the start of the match.
As it tolls, Nick Castle calls the combatants forward, each woman circling out of their corner, the FAWN original at a more deliberate pace. As the orbits grow closer, Sanders reaches for a collar-and-elbow and Soto slips underneath Sanders’ reach, swinging behind the Hawkeye, grasping Ky in a tight waistlock.
The Platinum Pixie pries at Lil’ So-So’s laced digits, trying to force them apart and grunts when the lucha gives her an unexpected, thrusting Heimlich maneuver. Sanders is momentarily airborne as Soshana shows off sudden strength against her fellow flyweight. She slings Sanders to the mat, the Mexican sticking tight and riding her foe down colledgiate style.
“Two points,” Soto whispers in the Iowan’s ear.
Soshana rises and shoves Ky’s backside with a boot, Sanders ending splayed on her chest, looking none too pleased at being shown up. The blonde pushes to her feet and turns to find the Caliente cutie waiting, motioning Ky forward.
Sanders snorts but smiles. She remains careful, not allowing Soto to goad her and this time the tie-up is clean. Each woman battles for leverage. The veteran pivots and spins Soshana into a tight headlock, grinding her foe’s noggin against a hip.
The blonde swivels again, this time RAMMING a raised knee into Soto’s forehead. The tawny-skinned grappler’s arms pinwheel to stay upright but Sanders adds a side kick to the bosom to put Soto on her back. The startled lucha shakes out a cobweb or two and back somersaults to her feet. She nods at Kylie and again they come together.
Their linkage is quickly transformed when Soshana grabs Kylie’s left wrist and slides behind her, folding the limb to Sanders’ back and ratcheting up on a chickenwing, a wincing Sanders rising to tiptoes to relieve the pressure. Ky slaps the shoulder of the captured arm with her right palm. She ducks and slips behind the Mexican, translating Lil So-So’s hammerlock to one of her own, ONLY to have Soto repeat the switch and end where she began, drawing a chirp from Sanders when she raises the arm higher.
“We aren’t chumps, gringa,” Soshana informs. “You may have snuck your way past us once, but not again.”
Kylie thrusts her less than expansive derriere into Soto’s pelvis, giving her the slack to bend over and reach between her legs. Ky trips up the lucha, scooping behind an ankle and yanking. Soto scrambles to her feet but is met with a series of forearm smashes to the chest that drives her into a corner.
Once in the buckles, a final shot from Ky goes high, aimed at her foe’s chin instead. Soshana ducks under and switches places with an off-balance Sanders. It’s Lil So-So’s turn to deliver, sending meaty THWACKING backhand chops across the chest of the ivory-skinned Iowan, quickly drawing a pink welt line across Kylie’s clavicle.
Castle scolds So-So to remove the fight from the corner, Soshana barking back that Sanders brought it here. But the lucha does as requested, grabbing a wrist and pivoting, tossing Kylie toward the opposite corner with an Irish Whip.
Sanders scurries across the canvas with Soto on her six and, barely a second after turning and slamming back-first into the buckles, the Mexican is airborne and CRUSHING Kylie under an admittedly fun-size splash. There isn’t a lack of impression left on Sanders however, as Soto pushes her dazed foe by after the impact, Kylie staggering toward the center.
Ky regains her balance enough to turn and find her adversary but only after Lil’ So-So has reached the penthouse and launched, NAILING the Hawkeye with a missile dropkick to Ky’s rack, sending Sanders flying into a back somersault. Kylie ends on her chest, grimacing as she struggles to all fours.
Soto is on the move as soon as she sees the Platinum Pixie moving to hands and knee. Using Kylie’s back as a stepping stone, Soshana lands her right boot sole on Ky’s spine and leaps into the air above Sanders, SPLASHING her with a perfectly-placed senton to the veteran’s vertebrae. Kylie’s flattened to the canvas from the impact, face down and hurting.
The Mexican kips to her feet and shoves a boot into Kylie’s shoulder, rolling the Hawkeye to her back. Working with breathtaking speed, Lil’ So-So in succession drops an elbow to the cleft of Kylie’s bosom, scurries to her feet to drop a leg across Sanders’ throat, leaving Ky sputtering and spasming, then up again to dive into a standing splash of Kylie’s tummy. The Platinum Pixie jackknifes under the final chapter of Soto’s signature Boom, Boom, Boom combo, Little Dynamite going off on the floundering Sanders.
Lil’ So-So remains in a crossbody pin of the breathless Pleasant Valley Princess, hooking Ky’s far leg for the…
ONE…
TWO…
Sanders kicks free to the relief of her Corps, many a brow wiped but still creased in worry at the effectiveness of the rampaging Soto, the Mexican currently putting the muy in Muy Caliente.
Not hesitating to discuss Castle’s two raised fingers, and with the blonde still on her back, Soto pushes to her feet and scampers to the ropes at Kylie’s side. She leaps to the middle cable, both boots pressing down as she grabs the top with both hands. Using the rubber-coated steel as a springboard, Soshana back flips out of the cables in a graceful moonsault, Soto SMASHING down atop KYLIE’S RAISED KNEES!
Springboard Moonsault ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=enYY5HzwkbU )
Showing her tenacious nature, Ky pulls into a tuck, impaling the golden-brown belly of the Mexican with her caps. Lil’ So-So rolls away, hugging her midriff and retching. Meanwhile, Sanders lethargically pushes to vertical.
Having stemmed the tide, Ky seems without much energy to push to offense. But when Soto starts to rise, Kylie answers the call, DRIVING a toe kick DEEP into the aching abdomen of the Caliente cutie.
With Soto bent and groaning, she can do little to prevent Ky from dipping an arm between the frozen stems of the Latina. The Platinum Pixie ‘hups’ Soto across her shoulders in a fireman’s carry, the Corps’ holding their breath for a potential early PVD and trip to the pay window for their favorite.
But instead, Kylie starts to turn like a top, slower then faster, Soshana extending to a single-file ‘propellor’ as the engine of the Airplane Spin revs to full throttle. The FAWNatics revel in the old school effort from the OG of the company, Sanders spinning a good dozen times before sending Soto into liftoff, Little Dynamite whirling through another revolution on her own before THUMPING against the canvas.
Airplane Spin ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=W99-I5iIm_U )
A dizzy Sanders staggers to the ropes, catching herself against them as she regains her equilibrium. In the middle, Soto’s having difficulty shoving to hands and knees, the ring twirling for the bleary-eyed Mexican.
Giving her noggin a final shake, Sanders strides toward Soto, moving to a standing, forward-facing straddle of the Caliente cutie. Lil’ So-So pushes to all fours only to have Kylie drop her backside, descending into a deep crouch and THUMPING her behind into the base of Soshana’s spine. The impact forces the diminutive Latina flat to the mat, chest against canvas.
The Platinum Pixie quickly presses her advantage, slipping her arms under and around those of Little Dynamite. Ky laces her fingers behind the neck of her foe, securing a full nelson on the matbound Mexican, then YANKS up and back, turning her ass into a fulcrum.
Full Nelson Camel Clutch in place, the Kylie Corps’ volume increases exponentially, much of the crowd chanting “TAP…TAP…TAP” as Sanders continues to increase the arc in Soshana’s stressed spinal column.
Full Nelson Camel Clutch ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=cdcKWP83Rho ) :05
Soto bites her lip to stop from squealing but another forceful tug from the Hawkeye sends Soto’s gaze to the rafters and Lil’ So-So is howling in pain.
With the ‘TAP’ chant increasing in degree, Muy Caliente supporters try vainly to drown it out. Castle lowers in front of the taffy-pulled Latina, asking Soshana if she wants to give in. Soto hisses out a ‘no’ even while a snarling Sanders nods Soshana’s head for her.
The Corps take the bait, demanding Nick call for the bell from Soto’s obvious quit, but FAWN’s lead official knows significantly better, waving off any potential miscommunication to the timekeeper.
Her arms wearying, Ky unzippers her digits, using them to POUND the Mexican’s forehead into the thinly-sheathed plywood. Sanders rises and shakes out her limbs as a dazed Soto swims in semiconsciousness after the potentially concussive impact.
Kylie circles, the Caliente supporters booing the blonde as if Ky never found her West-inspired renaissance to Girl Scouthood. Far from unaccustomed to the animosity Soto’s supporters are presenting, Ky hardly seems to notice, though her Corps do, booing the boo-birds.
Sanders is otherwise engaged, particularly when the tenacious Little Dynamite reaches a seated position. The once again Pleasant Valley Princess rushes to the ropes in front of the aching Soshana. She rebounds out of the cables at full speed and flips forward while snatching Soto’s skull, PLANTING the back of her foe’s braincase into the deck with a running neckbreaker.
Running Neckbreaker ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=FZoXCv3QYDo )
The FAWN original scoots to a lateral press, hooking the abbreviated, golden-brown gam of the Muy Caliente member. Castle pounds the mat as the Corps count along for the…
ONE…
TWO…
While Kylie’s devotees continue to THREE, importantly Nick does not, holding his final slap when Lil So-So kicks loose, shifting a shoulder off the canvas and rolling to her side so the Iowan can’t try again.
Ky’s hazel peepers trail up to Castle for a moment to see two raised fingers. She sends palm to canvas in a hint of frustration. Those who relearned adoring their fierce farm girl are far more vocal, many calling into question Castle’s counting ability.
The Platinum Pixie seems far more interested on keep heat on Muy Caliente. Wrapping both palms around the head of the flattened Mexican, the veteran pulls a rubber-legged So-So to unsteady feet. Kylie pivots, surrounding her foe’s head from the left in a tight side headlock. Ky raises her free arm high, signaling she’s ready to end the Latina’s night and the Corps cheers along, anxious to see it happen.
Sanders drags Soto in a charge to the strands. The blonde leaps as the ropes approach, her boot soles pressing into the top cable and pushing off. Instantly, both women spin 180 degrees as Kylie prepares to THUMP Soshana’s face into the canvas with a Springboard Bulldog.
Springboard Bulldog ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=Gp4GBmGknas )
But before the PVP can pull Soto into the head-first collision, Soshana’s palms, tight to Kylie’s hips, shove Sanders away, Soto’s cranium popping loose from Sanders’ grip. The rest of the trip to the canvas the Pixie takes on her own, DRIVING her tailbone into the deck with no reward.
Bulldog busted, Kylie’s hands move beneath her bruised butt, attempting to massage away the throbbing waves emanating from her ass. The wincing Hawkeye gets an additional ‘hola’ from Soto as So-So augments her foe’s throbbing derriere with a soccer kick to the base of Kylie’s spine. Sanders’ chest thrusts forward as her backbone curls in anguish, Ky’s elfin features twisting in pain.
With the Corps silenced and the Caliente Crew potion of the crowd showing for their Little Dynamite, Soto sinks her fingers into the napes of Ky’s neck from behind. With a digging nerve pinch, the Latina compels Sanders to rise to her feet, the PVP wincing as she ascends.
Forcing through the debilitating pressure, Kylie throws a back elbow Soshana ducks. Lil’ So-So impales Kylie’s alabaster tummy with a raised knee as a reprimand that doubles the bug-eyed Hawkeye at the waist. Soshana grabs the blonde’s left wrist and pivots, tossing Sanders into a sprint with an Irish Whip.
Kylie races to the far buckles, spinning into a back-first battering, her body flying in the last few feet from an unexpectedly powerful toss from the Mexican featherweight. The impact turns Ky’s legs off like they’re on a switch. The Platinum Pixie plops to the deck, wincing from another harsh landing on her cheeks. Legs extended, Sanders leans against the corner behind her, lounging flaccidly, head bobbling, Kylie dangerously unaware of Soto’s approach.
The charging So-So takes to the air from several feet away and slams her undercarriage into Kylie’s chest between extended stems. Soshana snatches the middle rope on either side and THRUSTS her crotch into Kylie’s chin a half-dozen times, busting her bronco until Sanders is left a steaming mess after a full ten-spot, the Caliente Crew sticking it to their Corps counterparts with a loud, raucous ‘TEN!’ at the end.
Grabbing an ankle of the shellshocked Pixie, Lil’ So-So drags the blonde out of the corner and places her just so several yards removed. Soto races back to the buckles and clambers up, turning to face Sanders as she stands on her penthouse perch, far above her target and Ky’s increasingly worried supporters.
The diminutive Latina takes to the stratosphere, leaping into the spin cycle high above her victim and CRASHING down across Kylie’s open midriff with a perfectly executed 450 Splash.
450 Splash ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=fH4tsN0RTI8 ) :57
Soto rips a groaning Ky’s limp far leg into a tight cradle, forcing Sanders’ knee to her chin while the Pixie’s shoulders are pressed tight to the deck for the…
ONE…
TWO…
Sanders kicks loose, throwing a shoulder off the canvas after looking dead for the first two slaps.
Lil’ So-So seems unsurprised, Kylie’s reputation of taking huge amounts of punishment and surviving preceding her. Soto pops to a handstand next to the mewling Sanders. She ‘walks’ through a 180 so she’s facing inward and drops her knees into Kylie’s ribs, the Iowan grunting and imploding into a fetal ball, a swaddling arm around her bruised cage.
The long-time veteran tries rolling out of the ring, but the Caliente cutie isn’t having it, latching onto Kylie’s silvery bob and yanking the grimacing Sanders to her feet. Ky swings her arms up, breaking Soto’s grip, then lands a forearm shiver to Soshana’s jaw, rocking the Latina lovely.
But the impact only seems to draw more fire from Little Dynamite, Soshana pivoting and lighting up Sanders’ chest with a backhand knife-edge chop that has the Platinum Pixie reeling. Soto doubles and triples on the swat, driving a frowning Sanders into a corner where Ky turns the tables, roughly switching positions with the diminutive, ebony-maned minx. It’s Kylie’s turn for a blistering chop. But Lil’ So-So ducks under. As Sanders pirouettes through her swing and miss, she finds Soto at the ready, snapping her head back with a European Uppercut, putting the FAWN original on jelly legs.
With Kylie wobbling in front of her but still upright, Soto reacts in an instant. She hops toward the Platinum Pixie, wrapping her hands behind Sanders’ neck while tucking her legs in tight, sending her knees into Kylie’s chest for her signature Firecracker that sends Kylie flying like a Roman Candle when the women strike the canvas.
Firecracker ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=rg9lPtwUww4 ) :04
Sanders tumbles bonelessly to her side. Soshana scrambles to the demolished blonde, shoving Kylie into a limp single file, Ky’s arms above her head. The lethal Latina scoops up both lifeless legs, jackknifing Sanders, the Hawkeye’s lower limbs bracketing her head as Soto keeps an arm across the pit of the Pixie’s knees for the…
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOO!
Sanders resuscitates, springing loose from the pin as if 10,000 volts are sent through her inert frame, jarring her back to life.
Lil’ So-So looks at Castle in disbelief, feeling first-hand Kylie’s will to continue so much more impressive than watching her fighting spirit from afar.
Still, Soto takes only a moment to wallow in incredulity. As Sanders rolls to her chest, Soshana climbs atop her foe’s midriff in a forward-facing straddle and rolls to a seat, Kylie now in her lap, Soto scissoring Ky’s midriff around her ribs.
Little Dynamite, snakes her arms under and around the limp arms of the Pixie, securing a full nelson. The Mexican leans to her back, taking Ky with her, then thrusts her pelvis up, forward and finally down, keister spiking Sanders’ sore tailbone into the thinly-sheathed plywood.
Kylie yelps in pain, her elfin features twisted in anguish from her bruised booty. A snarling Soto repeats the process a first and second time, each iteration the Hawkeye squealing from the backside abuse.
Lil’ So-So releases her nelson and twists to her chest with the scissors still in place, in turn twirling Kylie onto her shoulders where Castle dutifully slaps the canvas for the…
ONE…
TWO…
This time, less dramatically, Sanders flops free, ending on all fours, having escaped defeat yet another time by a whisker.
Soto, looking considerably friskier, kips to her feet and heads for the ropes behind her as the Iowan makes it to a kneeling position. The fiery Latina rebounds out of the cables and pivots into a hip check to Kylie’s face, BLASTING Sanders, Ky back somersaulting toward the ropes.
The veteran, even in her dilapidated state, has the ring awareness to slide out before Soto can coral her, Kylie landing on her boot soles and backpedaling in ungainly fashion to the barricade behind her.
With a spent Ky’s chin to her chest, hazel eyes lowered, her dazed gaze on the arena floor in front of her, the rampaging Soto senses another opportunity. Latina Heat races toward the ropes and launches over the top cable in purest lucha flight. The Mexican Missile suicide dives headlong into an unready and unsteady Sanders, sandwiching the blonde against the steel barrier behind her.
Lil’ So-So lands with feline grace as Kylie sinks to her haunches, knocked loopy by Soshana’s airborne exit from the ring. With Kylie in a stupor from the impact and her Caliente Crew urging her on, Little Dynamite turns her back to the faltering veteran and backs dat Latina caboose up, burying Kylie’s nose and mouth with her booty.
Smothering Stinkface in place, a breathless and sightless Sanders flails wildly, pressing against the diminutive Soto’s thighs, desperate to shove her off. But Lil’ So-so’s having a ball scrubbing her behind into the Hawkeye’s features, the struggle from the Platinum Pixie starting to slow. Only Castle’s increasing count ends Soshana’s fun. At ‘SEVEN’, the Firecracker from La Paz pulls her cheeks from Ky’s mug, revealing the smeared face of the FAWN original, struggling to maintain the consciousness remaining.
Soto ‘helps’ Kylie to her feet and walks the Platinum Pixie to the ring’s edge.
“Muy Caliente doesn’t forget, Sanders,” Soshana informs before heaving Kylie back into the squared circle, Sanders sent rolling in under the bottom rope.
With some momentary distance between herself and her opponent, the Iowan pushes to her feet, spitting some of Soto’s humidity off her lips. She rushes to an entering Soto, but the Caliente cutie, guts the charging Sanders with a shoulder between the top and middle ropes.
A moaning Kylie turns and staggers away from the futile attempt to change the course of the match, doubled at the waist and sucking air. Soto slides back into the battlefield and races past the clueless blonde. Soshana leaps to the ropes, landing on the middle while grasping the top. She springboards off the rubber-coated steel, grasping Kylie’s noggin on the way down, CRACKING Ky’s chin against her shoulder in a spectacular springboard stunner.
Springboard stunner ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=oI9ed0z3Pe0 ) :05
The impact sends Ky flying, ending prepackaged on her shoulders, ass pointed to the rafters. Lil’ So-So takes full advantage, dropping on top of veteran backside for the…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOO!
Sanders again springs loose to the increasing distress of Latina Heat. On her haunches next to a face down Kylie, Soto dives atop her and secures a crossface grip. It’s ragged and seemingly unpracticed but with Sanders in her state, Kylie can offer little in the way of resistance, her neck and back wrenched.
“If you won’t stay down,” Lil’ So-So hisses, “Maybe you’ll give in…”
After long seconds and a grunt ‘no’ from the Pixie to an offer from Castle, Soto adds “…or pass out.”
As Kylie’s Corps rhythmically claps over the cheers of the members in the Caliente Crew, Sanders seems to take strength in the support, holding up a wrist and shaking it defiantly even as Soto tries to rip her foes head off her shoulders.
The Pleasant Valley Princess rolls both women to their backs. But with Kylie resting atop Soto’s chest, it’s Soshana who’s pinned for the…
ONE…
TWO…
Soto gives up her crossface grip and easily throws Sanders off. She scrambles to her feet and pulls the rising Hawkeye into a front facelock.
Soshana tries to snap suplex the Platinum Pixie up and over, but Sanders blocks with a grapevining leg, once and twice before turning the tables and snapping Soto over with a suplex of her own.
Grimacing and reaching for the base of her aching spine, Lil’ So-So nevertheless is up quickly from her landing. She turns into a deep toe kick to her golden-brown tummy.
A sweat-soaked Sanders pulls Soto into a tight front facelock, throwing an arm of Soshana’s over her shoulders. With the skill of a master who’s been doing it for close to two decades, Kylie launches the diminutive Mexican heavenward then stalls out on the vertical suplex, holding Lil’ So-So overturned in her arms, boot soles pointed to the lights.
After a solid, half-dozen seconds, Ky pivots toward the ropes at her side and lets Soto’s shins drop across the uppermost strand. The spring sends Soshana’s stems rebounding up-n-over to complete a slingshot suplex to perfection, Little Dynamite blowing up from a heavy impact on her spine and skull.
Slingshot Suplex ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=oTe8twLEu14 )
A worn Kylie struggles to cover in a slack lateral press, so it’s not a surprise when at…
ONE…
And TWO…
Soshana throws a shoulder up emphatically.
A kneeling Kylie nods. Having been pushed to her limit, Ky knows the longer this battle continues, the better the younger grappler’s chances will be.
Pulling Soto to her feet with a grip around her foe’s head and shoulders, Ky delivers a lifted knee to the navel of the Latina. With Soshana subdued, Ky dips an arm between the abbreviated stems of the Mexican and ‘hups’ Soto across her shoulders in a fireman’s carry.
With Kylie’s Corps roaring for the coupe de grace via her Pleasant Valley Driver, the Mexican’s right elbow acts as a battering ram, pistoning against Sanders’ left temple until Soto slides down Kylie’s back.
And when Sanders turns to find her escapee, it’s the Latina’s turn to skewer the tummy of the Pixie, gutting her foe with a precise toe kick leaving Kylie doubled at the waist.
Lil’ So-So hops to a straddle of the dipped Kylie’s back, ready to Sunset Flip Powerbomb the Pixie into oblivion.
Sunset Flip Powerbomb ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=Nrw_EncXqUY )
But before Soto can throw her bodyweight forward, the veteran backpedals near the ropes and drops to her seat, turning Soshana’s attempt into a hot shot, Soto’s neck CRASHING down across the top rope. The impact sends So-So bouncing back and tumbling off Sanders, grasping at her reddening throat as she hits canvas.
Realizing she’s avoided disaster by the barest margins, Kylie rises wearily and scoops the flagging Mexican off the canvas and into another fireman’s carry.
There’s no counter coming from Soto this time and Kylie drops Soshana on her head and shoulders with a disturbingly precise destruction.
Pleasant Valley Driver ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=yHOLSibZZJA )
Soto spreads into an unconscious spreadeagle as Kylie dives atop her foe in a crossbody pin, hooking the far leg for the…
ONE…
TWO…
THREEE!
The Corps in the crowd roar to their feet as one, a spent Sanders allowing Castle to help the blonde to her feet so she can have her hand raised and acknowledge her hard-won fanbase.
Ky pumps her fist while standing in a straddle of the demolished Soshana, the announcer making the result an official one.
“Your winner via pinfall…the Platinum Pixie…Kylie Sanders!”
Ky looks down at the comatose Soto.
“Was that a screw job too, little girl? Because they don’t think so.”
Sanders indulges herself with a boot on the cleft of Little Dynamite’s bosom, raising her arms with a double bicep.
“Guess who’s going to Mania!”
The words barely get out of Sanders’ mouth before the FAWNtron flickers to life.
There, standing in an undisclosed backstage area, is Charlie Dawson. It’s a noticeably changed Charlie as America’s Sweetheart turned Blackheart has deep chocolate brown locks that play off her pale skin. She appears less than amused with Kylie’s victory.
CHARLIE DAWSON
“SANDERS! SANDERS!”
Kylie turns her attention to the woman who hovers electronically above.
“You know I should be the one going to Mania. I’m the draw! Not some loser desperately trying to hang onto their past glory.”
Ky scoffs at Dawson and her hollow words, Charlie having tasted defeat twice at her hands over the summer.
“And here’s someone else who thinks I should be on the Big Card,” Dawson continues.
The camera pans down to Charlie’s feet.
Kristy Sanders, Ky’s sometimes kissin’ sometimes fussin’ cousin lays pooled beneath Dawson, ragged and beaten down, barely hanging onto consciousness.
KRISTY SANDERS
“Dontcha think so, darling,” Charlie purrs.
When no appropriate words emerge, Dawson stomps a mudhole out of what’s left of Kristy.
Inside the ring, Kylie’s shock turns to anger, her knuckles turning white around the top rope.
“Where the hell are you?” Sanders shouts.
“I’ll tell you where I’m going to be,” Dawson responds. “At Mania. You take me on one last time to prove who the better woman is or this sad pathetic member of your clan eats through a straw for the next year.”
Sanders holds up her palms.
“Alright. Alright. You want your ass kicked again? It’s the least I can do.”
“Excellent choice.”
Charlie drops to a knee, sinks a set of fingers into Kristy’s scalp and pulls up her noggin to show off the slack face of the demolished Sanders Part Deux.
“Just a taste of coming attractions, losers.”
Charlie plows a forearm into Kristy’s temple and it’s all Kylie can take. She dives out of the ring and races up the ramp as the screen turns black, fire in her hazel eyes, ready to tear Dawson apart.
As the glorious, melodious return of Sixpence None The Richer’s ‘There She Goes’ sweeps through the arena, it’s clear Kylie’s Corps certainly believes not.
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And to raise the stakes, whomever could pin secure the win would have a guaranteed spot on the biggest card of the year, next month’s FAWNAMANIA.
The Corps’ Girl Scout Part Deux bounces on the balls of her feet backstage, shifting from side to side. On the other side of the curtain, the masses are revved and ready, Ky’s iconic accompaniment enough to get the true believers off their feet.
Kylie pushes through, raising the decibels by double. Despite the loss to Alves, Sanders seems sure of herself and her place back in the singles’ world, not that keeping up with the little Mexican tornado would be an easy task.
Moving to center stage, Sanders appears more comfortable with the adulation, smiling and waving, the sight of a humble Pleasant Valley Princess begetting more collective love in the direction of the silvery-bobbed, elfin beauty.
KYLIE SANDERS
Drawing on echoes of her original gear, Sanders sports a simple yellow-gold sports bra topside with black boy-cut shorts, black boots and pads. As she heads down the ramp, Kylie cups a hand to an ear, enjoying the chants of ‘KY-LEE’ much more than the scattered attempts of a few remaining haters to continue with ‘TROLL…TROLL…TROLL”
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A beaming Sanders walks the aisle, happy to slap hands with her forgiving fans, gazing with delight at a poster proclaiming the Platinum Pixie as their Platinum Princess and a large placard making clear “We still love you”, the discouraging result at the King’s hands not lessening the Corps’ devotion.
Kylie reaches the ring. She takes a moment to gaze around the arena in amazement at the display of affection from the fans. She salutes her supporters before slipping through the cables.
Moving to the middle, Ky applauds the sellout crowd before raising a microphone to her Cupid’s Arrow lips.
“Thank you so much.”
The Hawkeye waits for the din to die down.
“I’m sorry I let you down at ‘Red, White and Bruised’. I tried my best and, on that night. Maria was better.”
The crowd momentarily boos the thought the King could ever legally beat their Platinum Pixie, but quickly the ruckus returns to cheers Ky waves down to speak over.
“Tonight, I’m fighting to get to Mania. I know my chances to go to the Big Dance are dwindling to a precious few, so I’m giving you and Muy Caliente’s Lil’ So-So everything left in the tank to get there.”
Sanders hands the stick over to the ring announcer and recedes to her assigned corner to let lead ref Nick Castle check her for foreign objects. The official concludes as the announcer makes his introduction.
“Our next match is scheduled for one fall with a 20-minute time limit. From Pleasant Valley, Iowa, standing 5 feet 4 inches and weighing in at 115 pounds, the Platinum Pixie…KYLIE SANDERS!”
The house erupts in an encore of applause save for significant pockets of patronage for the Hawkeye’s opponent. Kylie nervously hops and stretches, hoping to add to her record number of FAWN wins instead of accumulating another of her record number of losses.
The masses don’t have to wait long.
They pop to their feet at the first sign of the Caliente cutie’s familiar accompaniment, the throng using the limited space in front of them as their own personal dance floors, shifting their hips in time with the music.
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A lovely Latina pushes into view and sambas to center stage, Soto on her own, a relatively rare sight for the women of Muy Caliente.
[SOSHANA SOTO]
The air wing of the Latina Strike Force quickly has the multitudes in the palm of her hand, the crowd excited to see if the youngster can step to the plate and hit it out of the park with a Mania moment on the line.
Supportive signs are scattered throughout the bowl for Lil’ So-So. She points and pumps fists at her fans before breaking toward the ramp and ring. The spicy little lucha skips toward her date versus a future Hall of Famer.
Lil So-So’s wardrobe includes a purple sports bra top with gold trim, her tight, boy-cut trunks the same color as her top, also with a gold trim. On her right arm is a gold sleeve with purple and white streamers running from her wrist to mid bicep. She finishes her togs with black knee pads, a pair of gold-colored boots and kick pads with purple trim.
Soto hops to the apron, wipes her boots, and grabs the top rope, then flings herself into the ring with a front flip she lands with feline grace.
The LaPaz native moves to the middle beckoning Sanders forward. A confused Kylie joins the diminutive Mexican grappler as the ring announcer gives his second introduction when Caliente’s music fades.
“And her opponent, from La Paz Mexico…she stands 5’1” and weighs in tonight at 112 pounds… Pequeno Dinamita… Little Dynamite…Soshana Soto!”
The arena thunders with an enthusiastic ovation.
Beneath it, Soshana moves her lips close to Sanders’ left ear.
“You screwed Gabby out of her chance at Swelter. She would have put Maria in the rearview mirror given the chance.”
Taken aback, Kylie retreats a stride and shrugs.
“Look at the tape, kiddo. Fair and square. Just like I’m beating you tonight.”
“Not gonna happen, gringa.”
Lil’ So-So’s beak scrunches adorably. She turns and heads to her corner for the bell and the start of the match.
As it tolls, Nick Castle calls the combatants forward, each woman circling out of their corner, the FAWN original at a more deliberate pace. As the orbits grow closer, Sanders reaches for a collar-and-elbow and Soto slips underneath Sanders’ reach, swinging behind the Hawkeye, grasping Ky in a tight waistlock.
The Platinum Pixie pries at Lil’ So-So’s laced digits, trying to force them apart and grunts when the lucha gives her an unexpected, thrusting Heimlich maneuver. Sanders is momentarily airborne as Soshana shows off sudden strength against her fellow flyweight. She slings Sanders to the mat, the Mexican sticking tight and riding her foe down colledgiate style.
“Two points,” Soto whispers in the Iowan’s ear.
Soshana rises and shoves Ky’s backside with a boot, Sanders ending splayed on her chest, looking none too pleased at being shown up. The blonde pushes to her feet and turns to find the Caliente cutie waiting, motioning Ky forward.
Sanders snorts but smiles. She remains careful, not allowing Soto to goad her and this time the tie-up is clean. Each woman battles for leverage. The veteran pivots and spins Soshana into a tight headlock, grinding her foe’s noggin against a hip.
The blonde swivels again, this time RAMMING a raised knee into Soto’s forehead. The tawny-skinned grappler’s arms pinwheel to stay upright but Sanders adds a side kick to the bosom to put Soto on her back. The startled lucha shakes out a cobweb or two and back somersaults to her feet. She nods at Kylie and again they come together.
Their linkage is quickly transformed when Soshana grabs Kylie’s left wrist and slides behind her, folding the limb to Sanders’ back and ratcheting up on a chickenwing, a wincing Sanders rising to tiptoes to relieve the pressure. Ky slaps the shoulder of the captured arm with her right palm. She ducks and slips behind the Mexican, translating Lil So-So’s hammerlock to one of her own, ONLY to have Soto repeat the switch and end where she began, drawing a chirp from Sanders when she raises the arm higher.
“We aren’t chumps, gringa,” Soshana informs. “You may have snuck your way past us once, but not again.”
Kylie thrusts her less than expansive derriere into Soto’s pelvis, giving her the slack to bend over and reach between her legs. Ky trips up the lucha, scooping behind an ankle and yanking. Soto scrambles to her feet but is met with a series of forearm smashes to the chest that drives her into a corner.
Once in the buckles, a final shot from Ky goes high, aimed at her foe’s chin instead. Soshana ducks under and switches places with an off-balance Sanders. It’s Lil So-So’s turn to deliver, sending meaty THWACKING backhand chops across the chest of the ivory-skinned Iowan, quickly drawing a pink welt line across Kylie’s clavicle.
Castle scolds So-So to remove the fight from the corner, Soshana barking back that Sanders brought it here. But the lucha does as requested, grabbing a wrist and pivoting, tossing Kylie toward the opposite corner with an Irish Whip.
Sanders scurries across the canvas with Soto on her six and, barely a second after turning and slamming back-first into the buckles, the Mexican is airborne and CRUSHING Kylie under an admittedly fun-size splash. There isn’t a lack of impression left on Sanders however, as Soto pushes her dazed foe by after the impact, Kylie staggering toward the center.
Ky regains her balance enough to turn and find her adversary but only after Lil’ So-So has reached the penthouse and launched, NAILING the Hawkeye with a missile dropkick to Ky’s rack, sending Sanders flying into a back somersault. Kylie ends on her chest, grimacing as she struggles to all fours.
Soto is on the move as soon as she sees the Platinum Pixie moving to hands and knee. Using Kylie’s back as a stepping stone, Soshana lands her right boot sole on Ky’s spine and leaps into the air above Sanders, SPLASHING her with a perfectly-placed senton to the veteran’s vertebrae. Kylie’s flattened to the canvas from the impact, face down and hurting.
The Mexican kips to her feet and shoves a boot into Kylie’s shoulder, rolling the Hawkeye to her back. Working with breathtaking speed, Lil’ So-So in succession drops an elbow to the cleft of Kylie’s bosom, scurries to her feet to drop a leg across Sanders’ throat, leaving Ky sputtering and spasming, then up again to dive into a standing splash of Kylie’s tummy. The Platinum Pixie jackknifes under the final chapter of Soto’s signature Boom, Boom, Boom combo, Little Dynamite going off on the floundering Sanders.
Lil’ So-So remains in a crossbody pin of the breathless Pleasant Valley Princess, hooking Ky’s far leg for the…
ONE…
TWO…
Sanders kicks free to the relief of her Corps, many a brow wiped but still creased in worry at the effectiveness of the rampaging Soto, the Mexican currently putting the muy in Muy Caliente.
Not hesitating to discuss Castle’s two raised fingers, and with the blonde still on her back, Soto pushes to her feet and scampers to the ropes at Kylie’s side. She leaps to the middle cable, both boots pressing down as she grabs the top with both hands. Using the rubber-coated steel as a springboard, Soshana back flips out of the cables in a graceful moonsault, Soto SMASHING down atop KYLIE’S RAISED KNEES!
Springboard Moonsault ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=enYY5HzwkbU )
Showing her tenacious nature, Ky pulls into a tuck, impaling the golden-brown belly of the Mexican with her caps. Lil’ So-So rolls away, hugging her midriff and retching. Meanwhile, Sanders lethargically pushes to vertical.
Having stemmed the tide, Ky seems without much energy to push to offense. But when Soto starts to rise, Kylie answers the call, DRIVING a toe kick DEEP into the aching abdomen of the Caliente cutie.
With Soto bent and groaning, she can do little to prevent Ky from dipping an arm between the frozen stems of the Latina. The Platinum Pixie ‘hups’ Soto across her shoulders in a fireman’s carry, the Corps’ holding their breath for a potential early PVD and trip to the pay window for their favorite.
But instead, Kylie starts to turn like a top, slower then faster, Soshana extending to a single-file ‘propellor’ as the engine of the Airplane Spin revs to full throttle. The FAWNatics revel in the old school effort from the OG of the company, Sanders spinning a good dozen times before sending Soto into liftoff, Little Dynamite whirling through another revolution on her own before THUMPING against the canvas.
Airplane Spin ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=W99-I5iIm_U )
A dizzy Sanders staggers to the ropes, catching herself against them as she regains her equilibrium. In the middle, Soto’s having difficulty shoving to hands and knees, the ring twirling for the bleary-eyed Mexican.
Giving her noggin a final shake, Sanders strides toward Soto, moving to a standing, forward-facing straddle of the Caliente cutie. Lil’ So-So pushes to all fours only to have Kylie drop her backside, descending into a deep crouch and THUMPING her behind into the base of Soshana’s spine. The impact forces the diminutive Latina flat to the mat, chest against canvas.
The Platinum Pixie quickly presses her advantage, slipping her arms under and around those of Little Dynamite. Ky laces her fingers behind the neck of her foe, securing a full nelson on the matbound Mexican, then YANKS up and back, turning her ass into a fulcrum.
Full Nelson Camel Clutch in place, the Kylie Corps’ volume increases exponentially, much of the crowd chanting “TAP…TAP…TAP” as Sanders continues to increase the arc in Soshana’s stressed spinal column.
Full Nelson Camel Clutch ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=cdcKWP83Rho ) :05
Soto bites her lip to stop from squealing but another forceful tug from the Hawkeye sends Soto’s gaze to the rafters and Lil’ So-So is howling in pain.
With the ‘TAP’ chant increasing in degree, Muy Caliente supporters try vainly to drown it out. Castle lowers in front of the taffy-pulled Latina, asking Soshana if she wants to give in. Soto hisses out a ‘no’ even while a snarling Sanders nods Soshana’s head for her.
The Corps take the bait, demanding Nick call for the bell from Soto’s obvious quit, but FAWN’s lead official knows significantly better, waving off any potential miscommunication to the timekeeper.
Her arms wearying, Ky unzippers her digits, using them to POUND the Mexican’s forehead into the thinly-sheathed plywood. Sanders rises and shakes out her limbs as a dazed Soto swims in semiconsciousness after the potentially concussive impact.
Kylie circles, the Caliente supporters booing the blonde as if Ky never found her West-inspired renaissance to Girl Scouthood. Far from unaccustomed to the animosity Soto’s supporters are presenting, Ky hardly seems to notice, though her Corps do, booing the boo-birds.
Sanders is otherwise engaged, particularly when the tenacious Little Dynamite reaches a seated position. The once again Pleasant Valley Princess rushes to the ropes in front of the aching Soshana. She rebounds out of the cables at full speed and flips forward while snatching Soto’s skull, PLANTING the back of her foe’s braincase into the deck with a running neckbreaker.
Running Neckbreaker ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=FZoXCv3QYDo )
The FAWN original scoots to a lateral press, hooking the abbreviated, golden-brown gam of the Muy Caliente member. Castle pounds the mat as the Corps count along for the…
ONE…
TWO…
While Kylie’s devotees continue to THREE, importantly Nick does not, holding his final slap when Lil So-So kicks loose, shifting a shoulder off the canvas and rolling to her side so the Iowan can’t try again.
Ky’s hazel peepers trail up to Castle for a moment to see two raised fingers. She sends palm to canvas in a hint of frustration. Those who relearned adoring their fierce farm girl are far more vocal, many calling into question Castle’s counting ability.
The Platinum Pixie seems far more interested on keep heat on Muy Caliente. Wrapping both palms around the head of the flattened Mexican, the veteran pulls a rubber-legged So-So to unsteady feet. Kylie pivots, surrounding her foe’s head from the left in a tight side headlock. Ky raises her free arm high, signaling she’s ready to end the Latina’s night and the Corps cheers along, anxious to see it happen.
Sanders drags Soto in a charge to the strands. The blonde leaps as the ropes approach, her boot soles pressing into the top cable and pushing off. Instantly, both women spin 180 degrees as Kylie prepares to THUMP Soshana’s face into the canvas with a Springboard Bulldog.
Springboard Bulldog ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=Gp4GBmGknas )
But before the PVP can pull Soto into the head-first collision, Soshana’s palms, tight to Kylie’s hips, shove Sanders away, Soto’s cranium popping loose from Sanders’ grip. The rest of the trip to the canvas the Pixie takes on her own, DRIVING her tailbone into the deck with no reward.
Bulldog busted, Kylie’s hands move beneath her bruised butt, attempting to massage away the throbbing waves emanating from her ass. The wincing Hawkeye gets an additional ‘hola’ from Soto as So-So augments her foe’s throbbing derriere with a soccer kick to the base of Kylie’s spine. Sanders’ chest thrusts forward as her backbone curls in anguish, Ky’s elfin features twisting in pain.
With the Corps silenced and the Caliente Crew potion of the crowd showing for their Little Dynamite, Soto sinks her fingers into the napes of Ky’s neck from behind. With a digging nerve pinch, the Latina compels Sanders to rise to her feet, the PVP wincing as she ascends.
Forcing through the debilitating pressure, Kylie throws a back elbow Soshana ducks. Lil’ So-So impales Kylie’s alabaster tummy with a raised knee as a reprimand that doubles the bug-eyed Hawkeye at the waist. Soshana grabs the blonde’s left wrist and pivots, tossing Sanders into a sprint with an Irish Whip.
Kylie races to the far buckles, spinning into a back-first battering, her body flying in the last few feet from an unexpectedly powerful toss from the Mexican featherweight. The impact turns Ky’s legs off like they’re on a switch. The Platinum Pixie plops to the deck, wincing from another harsh landing on her cheeks. Legs extended, Sanders leans against the corner behind her, lounging flaccidly, head bobbling, Kylie dangerously unaware of Soto’s approach.
The charging So-So takes to the air from several feet away and slams her undercarriage into Kylie’s chest between extended stems. Soshana snatches the middle rope on either side and THRUSTS her crotch into Kylie’s chin a half-dozen times, busting her bronco until Sanders is left a steaming mess after a full ten-spot, the Caliente Crew sticking it to their Corps counterparts with a loud, raucous ‘TEN!’ at the end.
Grabbing an ankle of the shellshocked Pixie, Lil’ So-So drags the blonde out of the corner and places her just so several yards removed. Soto races back to the buckles and clambers up, turning to face Sanders as she stands on her penthouse perch, far above her target and Ky’s increasingly worried supporters.
The diminutive Latina takes to the stratosphere, leaping into the spin cycle high above her victim and CRASHING down across Kylie’s open midriff with a perfectly executed 450 Splash.
450 Splash ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=fH4tsN0RTI8 ) :57
Soto rips a groaning Ky’s limp far leg into a tight cradle, forcing Sanders’ knee to her chin while the Pixie’s shoulders are pressed tight to the deck for the…
ONE…
TWO…
Sanders kicks loose, throwing a shoulder off the canvas after looking dead for the first two slaps.
Lil’ So-So seems unsurprised, Kylie’s reputation of taking huge amounts of punishment and surviving preceding her. Soto pops to a handstand next to the mewling Sanders. She ‘walks’ through a 180 so she’s facing inward and drops her knees into Kylie’s ribs, the Iowan grunting and imploding into a fetal ball, a swaddling arm around her bruised cage.
The long-time veteran tries rolling out of the ring, but the Caliente cutie isn’t having it, latching onto Kylie’s silvery bob and yanking the grimacing Sanders to her feet. Ky swings her arms up, breaking Soto’s grip, then lands a forearm shiver to Soshana’s jaw, rocking the Latina lovely.
But the impact only seems to draw more fire from Little Dynamite, Soshana pivoting and lighting up Sanders’ chest with a backhand knife-edge chop that has the Platinum Pixie reeling. Soto doubles and triples on the swat, driving a frowning Sanders into a corner where Ky turns the tables, roughly switching positions with the diminutive, ebony-maned minx. It’s Kylie’s turn for a blistering chop. But Lil’ So-So ducks under. As Sanders pirouettes through her swing and miss, she finds Soto at the ready, snapping her head back with a European Uppercut, putting the FAWN original on jelly legs.
With Kylie wobbling in front of her but still upright, Soto reacts in an instant. She hops toward the Platinum Pixie, wrapping her hands behind Sanders’ neck while tucking her legs in tight, sending her knees into Kylie’s chest for her signature Firecracker that sends Kylie flying like a Roman Candle when the women strike the canvas.
Firecracker ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=rg9lPtwUww4 ) :04
Sanders tumbles bonelessly to her side. Soshana scrambles to the demolished blonde, shoving Kylie into a limp single file, Ky’s arms above her head. The lethal Latina scoops up both lifeless legs, jackknifing Sanders, the Hawkeye’s lower limbs bracketing her head as Soto keeps an arm across the pit of the Pixie’s knees for the…
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOO!
Sanders resuscitates, springing loose from the pin as if 10,000 volts are sent through her inert frame, jarring her back to life.
Lil’ So-So looks at Castle in disbelief, feeling first-hand Kylie’s will to continue so much more impressive than watching her fighting spirit from afar.
Still, Soto takes only a moment to wallow in incredulity. As Sanders rolls to her chest, Soshana climbs atop her foe’s midriff in a forward-facing straddle and rolls to a seat, Kylie now in her lap, Soto scissoring Ky’s midriff around her ribs.
Little Dynamite, snakes her arms under and around the limp arms of the Pixie, securing a full nelson. The Mexican leans to her back, taking Ky with her, then thrusts her pelvis up, forward and finally down, keister spiking Sanders’ sore tailbone into the thinly-sheathed plywood.
Kylie yelps in pain, her elfin features twisted in anguish from her bruised booty. A snarling Soto repeats the process a first and second time, each iteration the Hawkeye squealing from the backside abuse.
Lil’ So-So releases her nelson and twists to her chest with the scissors still in place, in turn twirling Kylie onto her shoulders where Castle dutifully slaps the canvas for the…
ONE…
TWO…
This time, less dramatically, Sanders flops free, ending on all fours, having escaped defeat yet another time by a whisker.
Soto, looking considerably friskier, kips to her feet and heads for the ropes behind her as the Iowan makes it to a kneeling position. The fiery Latina rebounds out of the cables and pivots into a hip check to Kylie’s face, BLASTING Sanders, Ky back somersaulting toward the ropes.
The veteran, even in her dilapidated state, has the ring awareness to slide out before Soto can coral her, Kylie landing on her boot soles and backpedaling in ungainly fashion to the barricade behind her.
With a spent Ky’s chin to her chest, hazel eyes lowered, her dazed gaze on the arena floor in front of her, the rampaging Soto senses another opportunity. Latina Heat races toward the ropes and launches over the top cable in purest lucha flight. The Mexican Missile suicide dives headlong into an unready and unsteady Sanders, sandwiching the blonde against the steel barrier behind her.
Lil’ So-So lands with feline grace as Kylie sinks to her haunches, knocked loopy by Soshana’s airborne exit from the ring. With Kylie in a stupor from the impact and her Caliente Crew urging her on, Little Dynamite turns her back to the faltering veteran and backs dat Latina caboose up, burying Kylie’s nose and mouth with her booty.
Smothering Stinkface in place, a breathless and sightless Sanders flails wildly, pressing against the diminutive Soto’s thighs, desperate to shove her off. But Lil’ So-so’s having a ball scrubbing her behind into the Hawkeye’s features, the struggle from the Platinum Pixie starting to slow. Only Castle’s increasing count ends Soshana’s fun. At ‘SEVEN’, the Firecracker from La Paz pulls her cheeks from Ky’s mug, revealing the smeared face of the FAWN original, struggling to maintain the consciousness remaining.
Soto ‘helps’ Kylie to her feet and walks the Platinum Pixie to the ring’s edge.
“Muy Caliente doesn’t forget, Sanders,” Soshana informs before heaving Kylie back into the squared circle, Sanders sent rolling in under the bottom rope.
With some momentary distance between herself and her opponent, the Iowan pushes to her feet, spitting some of Soto’s humidity off her lips. She rushes to an entering Soto, but the Caliente cutie, guts the charging Sanders with a shoulder between the top and middle ropes.
A moaning Kylie turns and staggers away from the futile attempt to change the course of the match, doubled at the waist and sucking air. Soto slides back into the battlefield and races past the clueless blonde. Soshana leaps to the ropes, landing on the middle while grasping the top. She springboards off the rubber-coated steel, grasping Kylie’s noggin on the way down, CRACKING Ky’s chin against her shoulder in a spectacular springboard stunner.
Springboard stunner ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=oI9ed0z3Pe0 ) :05
The impact sends Ky flying, ending prepackaged on her shoulders, ass pointed to the rafters. Lil’ So-So takes full advantage, dropping on top of veteran backside for the…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOO!
Sanders again springs loose to the increasing distress of Latina Heat. On her haunches next to a face down Kylie, Soto dives atop her and secures a crossface grip. It’s ragged and seemingly unpracticed but with Sanders in her state, Kylie can offer little in the way of resistance, her neck and back wrenched.
“If you won’t stay down,” Lil’ So-So hisses, “Maybe you’ll give in…”
After long seconds and a grunt ‘no’ from the Pixie to an offer from Castle, Soto adds “…or pass out.”
As Kylie’s Corps rhythmically claps over the cheers of the members in the Caliente Crew, Sanders seems to take strength in the support, holding up a wrist and shaking it defiantly even as Soto tries to rip her foes head off her shoulders.
The Pleasant Valley Princess rolls both women to their backs. But with Kylie resting atop Soto’s chest, it’s Soshana who’s pinned for the…
ONE…
TWO…
Soto gives up her crossface grip and easily throws Sanders off. She scrambles to her feet and pulls the rising Hawkeye into a front facelock.
Soshana tries to snap suplex the Platinum Pixie up and over, but Sanders blocks with a grapevining leg, once and twice before turning the tables and snapping Soto over with a suplex of her own.
Grimacing and reaching for the base of her aching spine, Lil’ So-So nevertheless is up quickly from her landing. She turns into a deep toe kick to her golden-brown tummy.
A sweat-soaked Sanders pulls Soto into a tight front facelock, throwing an arm of Soshana’s over her shoulders. With the skill of a master who’s been doing it for close to two decades, Kylie launches the diminutive Mexican heavenward then stalls out on the vertical suplex, holding Lil’ So-So overturned in her arms, boot soles pointed to the lights.
After a solid, half-dozen seconds, Ky pivots toward the ropes at her side and lets Soto’s shins drop across the uppermost strand. The spring sends Soshana’s stems rebounding up-n-over to complete a slingshot suplex to perfection, Little Dynamite blowing up from a heavy impact on her spine and skull.
Slingshot Suplex ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=oTe8twLEu14 )
A worn Kylie struggles to cover in a slack lateral press, so it’s not a surprise when at…
ONE…
And TWO…
Soshana throws a shoulder up emphatically.
A kneeling Kylie nods. Having been pushed to her limit, Ky knows the longer this battle continues, the better the younger grappler’s chances will be.
Pulling Soto to her feet with a grip around her foe’s head and shoulders, Ky delivers a lifted knee to the navel of the Latina. With Soshana subdued, Ky dips an arm between the abbreviated stems of the Mexican and ‘hups’ Soto across her shoulders in a fireman’s carry.
With Kylie’s Corps roaring for the coupe de grace via her Pleasant Valley Driver, the Mexican’s right elbow acts as a battering ram, pistoning against Sanders’ left temple until Soto slides down Kylie’s back.
And when Sanders turns to find her escapee, it’s the Latina’s turn to skewer the tummy of the Pixie, gutting her foe with a precise toe kick leaving Kylie doubled at the waist.
Lil’ So-So hops to a straddle of the dipped Kylie’s back, ready to Sunset Flip Powerbomb the Pixie into oblivion.
Sunset Flip Powerbomb ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=Nrw_EncXqUY )
But before Soto can throw her bodyweight forward, the veteran backpedals near the ropes and drops to her seat, turning Soshana’s attempt into a hot shot, Soto’s neck CRASHING down across the top rope. The impact sends So-So bouncing back and tumbling off Sanders, grasping at her reddening throat as she hits canvas.
Realizing she’s avoided disaster by the barest margins, Kylie rises wearily and scoops the flagging Mexican off the canvas and into another fireman’s carry.
There’s no counter coming from Soto this time and Kylie drops Soshana on her head and shoulders with a disturbingly precise destruction.
Pleasant Valley Driver ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=yHOLSibZZJA )
Soto spreads into an unconscious spreadeagle as Kylie dives atop her foe in a crossbody pin, hooking the far leg for the…
ONE…
TWO…
THREEE!
The Corps in the crowd roar to their feet as one, a spent Sanders allowing Castle to help the blonde to her feet so she can have her hand raised and acknowledge her hard-won fanbase.
Ky pumps her fist while standing in a straddle of the demolished Soshana, the announcer making the result an official one.
“Your winner via pinfall…the Platinum Pixie…Kylie Sanders!”
Ky looks down at the comatose Soto.
“Was that a screw job too, little girl? Because they don’t think so.”
Sanders indulges herself with a boot on the cleft of Little Dynamite’s bosom, raising her arms with a double bicep.
“Guess who’s going to Mania!”
The words barely get out of Sanders’ mouth before the FAWNtron flickers to life.
There, standing in an undisclosed backstage area, is Charlie Dawson. It’s a noticeably changed Charlie as America’s Sweetheart turned Blackheart has deep chocolate brown locks that play off her pale skin. She appears less than amused with Kylie’s victory.
CHARLIE DAWSON
“SANDERS! SANDERS!”
Kylie turns her attention to the woman who hovers electronically above.
“You know I should be the one going to Mania. I’m the draw! Not some loser desperately trying to hang onto their past glory.”
Ky scoffs at Dawson and her hollow words, Charlie having tasted defeat twice at her hands over the summer.
“And here’s someone else who thinks I should be on the Big Card,” Dawson continues.
The camera pans down to Charlie’s feet.
Kristy Sanders, Ky’s sometimes kissin’ sometimes fussin’ cousin lays pooled beneath Dawson, ragged and beaten down, barely hanging onto consciousness.
KRISTY SANDERS
“Dontcha think so, darling,” Charlie purrs.
When no appropriate words emerge, Dawson stomps a mudhole out of what’s left of Kristy.
Inside the ring, Kylie’s shock turns to anger, her knuckles turning white around the top rope.
“Where the hell are you?” Sanders shouts.
“I’ll tell you where I’m going to be,” Dawson responds. “At Mania. You take me on one last time to prove who the better woman is or this sad pathetic member of your clan eats through a straw for the next year.”
Sanders holds up her palms.
“Alright. Alright. You want your ass kicked again? It’s the least I can do.”
“Excellent choice.”
Charlie drops to a knee, sinks a set of fingers into Kristy’s scalp and pulls up her noggin to show off the slack face of the demolished Sanders Part Deux.
“Just a taste of coming attractions, losers.”
Charlie plows a forearm into Kristy’s temple and it’s all Kylie can take. She dives out of the ring and races up the ramp as the screen turns black, fire in her hazel eyes, ready to tear Dawson apart.