Post by hawkeye on Oct 5, 2022 0:35:18 GMT
Among the records Kylie Sanders’ longevity afforded her is most matches at FAWNamania. Though she wasn’t high enough the singles ladder to guarantee a slot this year, at Slaybor Day, the Hawkeye cashed in on an opportunity presented with a ‘play-in’ win over Soshana Soto.
Tonight, the Platinum Pixie would add to another ‘most ever’ accomplishment.
But the anger in Kylie’s hazel eyes won’t be satiated with an attendance award. This Mania would be about making America’s Blackheart pay for messing with her family.
Though she and Kristy had been fussin’ cousins much more than kissin’ through the years, there was no way anyone did that to her family’s Black Sheep but perhaps Sanders herself.
Dawson came back to FAWN with a massive chip on her shoulder and apparently saw Ky as a way to build her new reputation. Unfortunately for Charlie, she’d had her shoulders pinned to the mat twice by Kylie since her return.
As the Pleasant Valley Princess waits anxiously to head for the ring, bouncing in anticipation, she knows no change in hair color or attitude from the once upon a time tag champion is going to make her third time lucky. Not on what figures to be one of her last opportunities to perform on the organization’s biggest stage.
Ky takes a last glance at her phone, the picture of a hospital bedridden Kristy giving her a thumbs up filling her screen. Ky smooches her index and middle fingers and places them on the glass then sets her phone aside.
Excellent timing since, from the other side of the curtain, Sixpence None The Richer’s ‘There She Goes’ sweeps through the arena.
( www.youtube.com/watch?v=tMfXeuv4kZE )
Outside, the assembled let loose with an enormous cheer, the Corps ready to root their girl on to a Mania triumph.
“Let’s go,” Sanders says to no one in particular.
Ky pushes through the curtains and moves to center stage, reveling in and playing to the crowd. Their volume proves Kylie might have more collective love being sent in her direction than even her celebrated Girl Scout days. The silvery-bobbed, elfin beauty pumps her fist and the Corps responds.
KYLIE SANDERS
Drawing on the echoes of her original gear, but slightly altered to go more in with the black instead of the gold, Sanders dons a black sports bra topside with black boy-cut shorts. Both top and bottom are trimmed in yellow-gold. Black boots and pads finish the ensemble.
As the Iowan 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 to continue with the ‘TROLL…TROLL…TROLL” chant of less popular times.
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A beaming Sanders traverses the aisle, happy to slap hands with her forgiving fans, gazing with delight at a poster that proclaims the Platinum Pixie as the Corps’ Platinum Princess.
Sanders reaches the ring and takes a moment to gaze around the arena, enjoying the display of affection from the fans, something not long ago she thought never to see again. Ky ascends the steps, then waves and bows to the FAWNatics, before slipping through the cables.
Moving to the middle, she applauds the sellout crowd before receding to her assigned corner so Nick Castle can check her for foreign objects. The official concludes his work as the announcer introduces the FAWN original.
“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 save for pockets of stubborn resistance who still hold her less charitable days against her. Nevertheless, Kylie waves enthusiastically, nervously bobbing on the balls of her feet. She turns her attention to the entrance, perhaps knowing beating the Blackheart three times in barely more months would test her abilities, mettle and concentration.
As the crowd’s roar slowly dissipates, the FAWNatics unleash their considerable ire when Taylor Swift’s ‘Style’ emerges from the speakers. The masses are instantly aware the woman who turned their back on them and everything she stood for prior to her departure when finding both tough times and glory with the youngest of the Mitchell clan, is on her way.
(https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-CmadmM5cOk )
A moment later, a spotlight shines on the newly minted brunette, the dark hair contrasting dramatically with her perfectly pale skin and complementing her resentful attitude. The stunning dimpled Blackheart angrily shouts at throng, the crowd testing their lungs in response, jeering at a remarkable level of decibels.
CHARLIE DAWSON
The gorgeous grappler offers a double middle-finger salute to the earsplitting crowd. Playfully, she cups a hand to her ear as she moves to center stage, acting as if she can’t hear the people who once adored her.
A smirking Charlie heads for the ring, the dark-haired grappler psyching out a few simpletons who swing and miss on her offered palm when she pulls it away, Dawson giggling at the stupidity of the dimwits.
Reaching the squared circle, the former Darling of the Desert slides under the bottom rope, springs to her feet and unzips her hoodie, now blood red instead of her customary pink. Dawson slips it off to reveal a similarly hued fightin’ two piece, the cut of the spandex much less modest around her chest and ass, raising the blood pressure of the spectators further.
Charlie takes a familiar lap around the ring, but now castigating the denizens of the front row instead of connecting.
She stares daggers at Sanders, motioning she’ll break the Pixie in two.
“Like my two wins?” Ky shouts, the elfin blonde appearing ready to add some red to Dawson’s face to match her gear.
As a chuckling Charlie moves to her corner to undergo Castle’s check, Tay-Tay’s voice lowers below the boos and the announcer.
“And her opponent, standing 5 feet 2 inches tall and weighing in at 112 pounds, from Spokane, Washington via Albuquerque, New Mexico...America’s Blackheart…Charlie Dawson!”
”Quit with the grabby, Nick,” Dawson complains. “And don’t be showing that dinosaur any favors. I’ve had enough of you losers protecting Mama Bear.”
Castle backs away to mid-ring after concluding his duties and calls for the bell, the toll bringing both women out in beelines, the bodies of blonde and brunette SMECKING against each other in a tight, early tie-up.
Using her experience advantage, Kylie twists Dawson out of an early collar-and-elbow into a side headlock, but Charlie quickly gets her hands on Sanders’ hips and heaves the Platinum Pixie off. Ky uses the momentum to race to the ropes in front of her, then return and bury a shoulder into Dawson’s chest, dropping Charlie to the canvas.
America’s Blackheart stares up at Sanders, both pained and furious at the result of the collision. Kylie skips over her flattened foe and sprints to the distant cables. She hits the rubber-coated steel and races toward the rising Dawson, again intending to bury a shoulder to make another point with the former beloved Sweetheart.
Instead, Charlie pivots ninety and THWUMPS a raised knee into the pit of Ky’s abdomen with force enough to send Sanders flipping over, the blonde landing on her backside. With the FAWNatics jeering, Charlie plants a soccer kick into the base of Kylie’s spine, Sanders’ chest thrusting forward as her back arches in pain.
Just as quickly, Charlie shows her move to the dark side hasn’t slowed her reflexes, shifting her sinewy frame in order to CRACK a thrust kick into Sanders’ chin and lay out the FAWN original in a dazed spreadeagle.
Turning her back to the splayed Pixie, Dawson uses her athleticism to backflip into a Standing Moonsault that CRUSHES Ky’s midriff, Sanders jackknifing around the impact, before settling to the canvas under the beaming Charlie.
Standing Moonsault ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=n0tahuKL0bg ) :25
Dawson hooks a leg on the breathless Kylie for the…
ONE…
TWO…
Sanders kicks free, sliding to her side as she shoves a shoulder up. Charlie snatches Ky by the ears and lifts her foe as she rises. Dawson shoves Kylie to a corner and follows in with fists flying, pummeling Sanders’ ivory abs with gut shots that have the Pixie bent and groaning, a line of drool dribbling off her front lip as the Blackheart’s hands connect liberally. A follow-up European Uppercut puts the Hawkeye on her heels, leaning heavily into the corner.
But a rubber-legged Sanders responds, grabbing Charlie by a shoulder and switching positions with the newly minted brunette, Ky jacking the Blackheart’s jaw with a series of forearms, the crowd’s excitement rising with each. Dawson ducks the final of five, pushing Sanders away several feet to stop the onslaught.
Surging out of the corner to capitalize, Charlie leaps toward Sanders but Kylie plucks her out of the air for a sidewalk slam. Or so that seemed her plan.
Charlie’s momentum allows her to swing her alabaster stems around Sanders’ skull and spin her acrobatic frame through a flying headscissors that sends Kylie flipping through the air before CRASHING to the deck.
Flying Headscissors ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=rcXbWKt60kc ) :23
Charlie kips to her feet kisses her palm and slaps her ass, showing what she thinks of her former fans. Seeing Kylie rising unsteadily from her flippy trip to the canvas, Dawson hustles to the nearest corner and takes a seat on the top buckle. She waits expectantly for the wobbling blonde to turn in her direction, then stands and vaults from the middle ropes, delivering a Diving Leg Lariat across Kylie’s throat, punishing the Platinum Pixie, the back of the blonde’s braincase THUMPED to the deck.
Diving Leg Lariat ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=EOxziLP3aM8 )
Kylie ends pinned under her foe, Charlie draping her leg across the neck of the splattered Sanders for the…
ONE…
TWO…
Ky shoves the limb off, rolling to her side to prevent the former Sweetheart turned Blackheart from claiming the victory.
Charlie back somersaults to her feet and raises her arms high and wide to the immense displeasure of the Mania crowd. The brunette motions for Sanders to rise for her and slowly Kylie responds, pushing to her feet. With the Pixie there, Charlie shoots a toe kick toward Ky’s tummy, but the Iowan catches the effort before it can impale her. She lifts the leg high, leaving a suddenly worried Dawson hopping on the planted stem.
Charlie hops into the air for an enziguri kick to her foe’s cranium, but Sanders ducks beneath. While Dawson is agile enough to land on her feet after the miss, her back is now turned to Kylie, who wraps her arms around the waist of the Blackheart. Muscle memory is instant for the silvery-bobbed veteran and she lifts and spills Charlie onto her head and shoulders with a German Suplex.
German Suplex ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=wr060Fn4PSE )
Holding and bridging with her Over and Done, Kylie has Charlie stacked on her shoulders for the…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOO!
Dawson shakes loose enough to slop to her side, cradling the back of her skull, the FAWNatics groaning in disappointment at how close their favorite came to finishing the Blackheart from out of nowhere.
Still, the Platinum Pixie’s in control, scrambling to her foe. She plants herself atop the brunette, rolling the dazed Blackheart to her chest. In a forward-facing straddle of Dawson, Ky slips her arms under and around those of Charlie, pulling Dawson’s torso off the canvas in a Full Nelson Camel Clutch.
Full Nelson Camel Clutch ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=xBJMbfap6PM )
The veteran reefs back on the submission, curving the spine of her foe. She rattles Charlie from side to side, trying to wring a capitulation from the brunette but unable, Dawson spitting out a ‘No’ to Castle’s inquiry. With it painfully clear Charlie would need more softening, Sanders releases her clutch, allowing a sighing Dawson’s backbone to straighten as she flops to the canvas.
Kylie surrounds Charlie’s head with her hands and pulls the reeling Blackheart to her feet. Moving her grip to a wrist, Sanders aims America’s former Sweetheart to the far buckles and starts to send her off with an Irish Whip. But as Ky’s about to heave, Dawson plants and reverses and it’s the Pleasant Valley Princess sent for the ride. A turning Kylie’s back SLAMS into the corner, her body rocked by the collision.
Adrenaline providing an instant salve, Charlie races after her aching foe with clothesline drawn. But as she approaches, Ky meets her a few steps from the corner. The Platinum Pixie ducks Dawson’s swing, wrapping her arm across the clavicle of her Mania adversary. Throwing her bodyweight backward, Kylie sends Charlie’s face careening into the middle buckle with a Flatliner, rocking the Blackheart, leaving her draped and seemingly semiconscious.
Kylie quickly climbs to her feet and collects Dawson around the waist from behind. She launches the brunette with another German, this time releasing to get the full impact of the suplex, Charlie tumbling over from the connection with the thinly-sheathed plywood, ending on her knees, in a stupor.
Buckle Flatliner and German Suplex ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=iDrG8__0TAY )
Sanders, having pushed to boot leather, can’t pass on such an inviting target. She spins and hits the ropes, rebounding into a sprint toward her bull’s eye. She flips into an aerial somersault while grabbing Charlie’s head on the fly by, planting the back of Dawson’s skull into the deck with a Running Neckbreaker.
Running Neckbreaker ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=FZoXCv3QYDo )
Kylie scrambles to a crossbody pin, Ky covering across Charlie’s chest for the…
ONE…
TWO…
The Blackheart shovels Sanders off overhead to save herself from a Mania disaster.
Rolling to her chest, Charlie crawls toward the nearest exit, but a risen Sanders drops in a senton across the brunette’s back to stop the progress. With a wincing Dawson below her, Charlie reaching reflexively for her lower back, Ky moves to a reverse-facing straddle of the same location.
The Platinum Pixie lifts her ass and THUMPS it into her foe’s vertebrae to exacerbate the problem. With Charlie’s squirming pacified, Ky launches her right arm toward the rafters and clenches her digits.
Her Corps responds instinctually, shouting “FARM…HAND” and Sanders sinks the talons into the flesh just below the subtle curve of Charlie’s left ass cheek. Kylie DIGS her fingers into Dawson’s hammy, her clamp working the nerve bundle located there, her infamous signature drawing tremors from the brunette’s lower limb.
Taking no chances, Castle genuflects in front of the Blackheart, asking Charlie if she wants to surrender.
“ASSHOLE!” she shouts, taking a swing at FAWN’s lead official.
Rightfully taking that as a ‘NO’, Nick waves to the timekeeper the match will go on and on the hammy clamp goes, Kylie working it expertly, drawing yelps from the wriggling Dawson.
Charlie lifts her opposite number, THUMPING her heel into Sanders until the Pixie decides to give up the grip and capture Dawson’s raised right.
Kylie rises from kneel to crouch and leans back with her newly won limb, settling in a spine-cracking single leg Crab. The Pixie takes a seat on her foe’s shoulderblades and pulls back even further.
Single leg Boston Crab ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=OgoK3cNgHDI )
“Ask her,” Sanders demands when Castle hesitates.
“AWWGAWWD,” is the only response from an anguished Dawson who slides on her chest and belly enough to wrap a palm around the bottom rope in front of her.
The Blackheart immediately squeals for a release. Ky holds on for ‘FOUR’ before releasing cleanly and stepping away from Charlie, Dawson pulling in her injured stem, clutching the leg closely, cursing at Kylie under her breath.
Sanders waits semi-patiently for Dawson to rise, motioning her grimacing adversary to her feet, when the familiar accompaniment of a certain set of spicy Latinas runs through the speakers.
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ui0hDQLcWTg
The sellout crowd turns and, sure enough, Muy Caliente are on their way down the ramp.
The assembled are hushed in curiosity. What can the Latina Strike Force have in mind?
They’d been shut out of the biggest show of the year and yet here they are, strolling to ringside with blossoming grins.
GABBY MENDOZA
SOSHANA SOTO
SOFIA GARCIA
The sultry Sofia leads the way in a two-piece, neon, violet number that catches eyes and stirs heart. The white-hot Cuban waves her hands, then slaps those extended toward her by the adoring masses.
Close behind is the spicy little lucha, Soshana Soto, denied by her recent loss to the Hawkeye from appearing on the Mania agenda. Lil So-So’s wardrobe includes a purple sports bra top with gold trim, her bottoms the same color as her top, flaps covering the back, also with a gold trim. On her right arm is a gold sleeve 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.
The Babyfaced Bubblicious connoisseur, Gabby Mendoza, is the tail of this delectable parade, her once iconic mini-skirt and bustier long since replaced by a purple and gold number, the two piece of crop top and booty shorts showing solidarity with Soto’s color scheme ( www.etsy.com/no-en/listing/671209460/pro-wrestling-gear-womens-crop-top-and ). Black pads and gold boots complete the makeover.
Gabs chews on her trademark pink wad enthusiastically, blowing the requisite bubbles then popping them with a darting tongue.
Reaching the ring, the threesome clusters in Kylie’s corner, offering words of encouragement. However, a distracted Sanders seems less than sure of their support, the Platinum Pixie having beef with Gabby in addition to Soto.
“What do you ladies wanAHHHH?”
Kylie’s question gets interrupted when the sidetracked Sanders, reaching toward a stooped, standing Charlie gets raked across her hazel peepers by the Blackheart.
As the blinded Pixie staggers away, rubbing at her eyes with an arm while reaching sightless for whatever might be in front of her with the other, Dawson turns to Muy Caliente and flips them a middle finger.
“Don’t even try to steal my spotlight, losers!” she shouts, slipping through the strands to more directly make her point to the Caliente crew.
“And what have you been doing to Sanders?” Mendoza retorts, drawing a sour look from America’s former Sweetheart. “Losing!”
Aggravated at Gabby’s salient point, Dawson turns her attention back to a teary-eyed Ky, the Pixie trying to blink more vision into place.
Grabbing the top rope with both hands, Dawson vaults to a crouch on the top rope and launches into a springboard crossbody that CRUSHES the blonde to the canvas beneath.
Springboard crossbody ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=-TWKbhfk2JQ )
With the Blackheart in a lateral press, she hooks a leg as Castle drops to the deck and slaps the mat for the…
ONE…
TWO…
Ky kicks free and rolls to her side, staying alive by a scant margin.
A risen Charlie snatches both ankles and rolls Sanders to her back, spreading the limbs wide, a Cheshire grin growing as she stares down at a wide-eyed Kylie, the Hawkeye ‘washing windows’ with her palms in a silent plea.
“How’s it feel to have tables turned?” Dawson asks. “Because it’s pretty fuckin’ fantastic for me.”
As the Blackheart lifts her right boot to stomp Kylie’s sweet spot, Sanders rips her right leg free and pistons it into Dawson’s pelvis. With the brunette stumbling several steps back, the Platinum Pixie rolls out under the ropes and into the company of three fiery Latinas.
Kylie backs against the edge of the apron, ready for anything, but Gabby motions for her crew to step back, no lumberjacks they.
“We’re the bigger women, Sanders,” Mendoza insists.
She motions for Ky to return to the battleground and the Iowan grabs the ropes behind her, climbing to the apron without her hazel eyes leaving the Latinas.
Which turns out to be a big mistake when Charlie leaps to the middle rope ninety degrees removed from her target and NAILS Sanders in the back of the skull with a Triangle Dropkick.
Triangle Dropkick ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=oN131MGTRE0 )
Kylie is sent flying off the edge, crashing into the Cuban firecracker, Ky and Sofia ending in a jumbled mess on the floor next to Garcia’s Caliente cohorts.
“Sloppy gringa,” Gabby growls, pulling Kylie loose of her partner.
With a wrist in her possession, the bubble-blower heaves Ky in under the bottom rope, back into Dawson’s custody.
“Gracias,” Charlie chuckles, ripping a confused Kylie to her feet and bullying her to the corner above Soshana, Sofia and Gabby. The brunette BLASTS Ky with a headbutt that puts Sanders on rubbery legs, all the easier to scoop by the Blackheart, the Pixie placed on the top buckle, seated and stunned.
Charlie skips to the opposite corner, turns, and sprints toward her target, leaping to the middle ropes in front of Ky. Dawson climbs to the top cables, establishing a grip behind the blonde’s head to deliver her signature East Mountains Facebuster.
East Mountains Facebuster ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=CTZ5TjmVetU )
But as the slender, sinewy aerialist reaches her launch point, the crafty FAWN original shifts her arms underneath Dawson’s legs and, with a startled Charlie suddenly in powerbomb position, Kylie departs with her cargo.
Avalanche Powerbomb ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=403ZoHZH0ug )
The ring-rattling impact takes the life out of both women, but Charlie is certainly the worse for wear, left spreadeagled and semi-conscious from the disaster. The Pixie has enough to drape an arm across the demolished brunette for her statement-making third victory against the Sweetheart turned Blackheart at…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOO!
Somehow, Dawson finds the will to force a shoulder a few inches off the canvas to the incredulous dismay of Kylie’s Corps and to the impressed Caliente crew. Ky rolls to her back and both combatants stare into the rafters above as they manage little more than drawing ragged breaths.
After several long seconds, Castle decides he must start a count on both women as each wrestler’s shoulders remain flat.
As the count grows, Mendoza hops to the apron, demanding Castle’s attention.
“You’re not serious,” Gabby says. “A double countout…at Mania.”
“Get down,” Castle demands.
“Or you’ll disqualify me?” Mendoza asks, smirking.
On the opposite side of the ring, the argument curdles in a confused Kylie’s ears as she uses the cables to climb to her knees, leaning heavily against them, turned toward her adoring fans and less adoring luchas.
Soshana hops to the apron, draws Kylie’s neck atop the middle strand and drops a leg across the back of her neck. Sanders flails wildly, her windpipe collapsing from the pressure. A snarling So-So bounces atop the red-faced, gasping blonde, the crowd jeering the lethal Latina as she cuts off the air supply from the Hawkeye.
On the floor, Sofia cheers on her partner, jawing at a bug-eyed Sanders then SLAPPING the taste from the blonde’s mouth for good measure. With Gabby’s squabble with the official cooling, Soto removes her offending tawny stem and grabs Kylie’s silvery bob. The Mexican drops to the arena floor, hotshotting Ky way from the cables.
The breathless Sanders falls in Charlie’s lap, Dawson’s baby blues wide in surprise at what she’s seen but sparkling with opportunity at where it might lead.
With Sofia and Soshana back on the concrete, Gabby joins them on the opposite side, Castle turning to see the Blackheart scraping a winded Pixie off the deck. Sensing Charlie may have done something untoward from the ear-splitting displeasure of the crowd but not having seen it, Nick can only continue, warning Dawson to stay out of Sanders’ limited locks.
“Don’t worry your pretty little head, Nicky,” Charlie informs. “This old bytch is out of gas.”
Charlie tugs Ky into a front facelock and lifts an arm high as the protesting Corps lose their collective shyt. Dawson hops into the air then lays out, SPIKING Kylie’s skull into the canvas with a Jumping DDT.
Jumping DDT ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=lkooZ1Tobl4 ) 1:14
Sanders tumbles to a motionless starfish after the brutal connection, a seated Dawson grinning evilly at the destruction. But the Blackheart passes on the pin, instead moving to the nearest corner. She slides out and climbs from the outside as Sanders stirs to life.
As Dawson ascends, so does a shellshocked Pixie, Charlie to the top buckle where she stands, arms raised, Ky to vertical on the canvas, vaguely trying to find her foe, the crowd screaming at her to evacuate.
But Kylie’s in no shape to understand their warnings and the Blackheart launches with malice in her heart DESTROYING Kylie with a picture-perfect Charlie Cutter that sends Ky to her demise, the Mania crowd ‘oooohing’ in appreciation at the annihilation perpetrated on their beloved Platinum Pixie.
Charlie Cutter ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=ooGdp3vs-AA ) 1:06
A comatose Kylie is dragged to centerstage by a wrist and offers no resistance as Dawson places a knee on the cleft of the blonde’s bosom. Castle dutifully counts out the…
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TWO…
THREEE!
With a Mania victory in her possession, Dawson rises to her feet and places a boot on the cheek of Sanders’ turned and squished mug, raising her arms high and wide to the sounds of an angry Corps and the ring announcer.
“Your winner…by pinfall…America’s Blackheart…Charlie Dawson!”
As Charlie stares down at the unconscious wreckage beneath her, she barks at the FAWN original, letting Kylie knows she’s the organization’s past and Dawson’s its future.
The former Desert Darling doesn’t notice Muy Caliente moving to three separate sides of the ring before sliding in and popping to their feet, surrounding the victor and the vanquished.
Becoming aware of the late arriving guests, Dawson throws up her palms plaintively.
“Whoa ladies, hold on!”
Gabby closes quickest to Charlie, going nose to nose with the Blackheart. She suddenly throws her arms around Dawson, wrapping her in a warm embrace.
“Well done, Charlie Girl,” the Babyfaced Killer declares, the women suddenly acting like old friends above Kylie’s carcass.
Soshana and Sofia join in the snuggle/huddle above the insensate Pixie. Mendoza breaks free in order to catch a tossed microphone from a ringside flunky, drawing it to her lips.
“This bytch has been taking our spotlight for too long,” Gabby pronounces, directing her gaze to Ky then thumping a stomp into Sanders’ abs, Kylie gurgling back to life.
“It’s not just Caliente. Women like Charlie Girl have been wrongly held back by this blonde barnacle. Women like the Cuban Firecracker.”
Soshana tugs a rubbery Sanders to her haunches and motions Sofia to help herself.
The lithe Latina rushes to the slumped Pixie and leaps, her tawny stems wrapping around Ky’s bobbling noggin. Sofia rotates into a brutal Garcia Later that removes all pretense of awareness from the BLASTED blonde.
Garcia Later ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=FJLBLLEv2Qs ) 1:43
Kylie slops into a wide spreadeagle, the boos from the FAWNatics falling in a torrent as Gabby and Charlie chuckle at the demolished Sanders.
Soshana is already perched high atop the nearest corner and takes aim at her very stationary target, impaling the cleft of Kylie’s bosom with Boom Goes the Dynamite, her explosive Flying Elbow Drop from the top.
Boom Goes the Dynamite! ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=Bo8dmpd0si4 )
Sanders’ body reflexively shudders from the attack.
Lil’ So-So hops to her feet and high-fives Mendoza, delighting in continuing to destroy the reformed Pleasant Valley Princess.
“Your turn, Gabs,” Charlie encourages and Mendoza nods, sinking a set of digits into Kylie’s silvery mop, pulling the semi-conscious heap to her feet for the grand finale, Mendoza’s Bursting Your Bubble.
Bursting Your Bubble ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=jptyXjdWkn4 ) :42
But as Gabby sets for the crescendo of violence perpetrated on the Hawkeye, Darius Rucker’s ‘Southern Style’ plays over the speakers.
(http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hpKFRP05Po4 )
The crowd, already in a state of disbelief, watching the four women take apart Sanders piece by piece, can hardly believe their eyes as very special guest star races to the Mania ring in the form of the youngest member of the Mitchell clan, SKYLAR!
SKYLAR MITCHELL
Skye sprints to the squared circle with kendo stick in hand and dives in under the bottom rope, sending the Caliente crew scattering, G-Money passing on a goodbye gift to Kylie to make sure she gets her ass out of the war zone before the Lil’est Mitchell gets big with her stick.
With her former partner clearing the ring of Latinas, Charlie creeps from behind, ready to spring a trap on her erstwhile BFF. But with Dawson poised, Skye turns to meet her gaze.
“Get your treacherous backside out of here, Charlie,” Mitchell demands. “Before I knock you all the way back to the desert.”
Dawson throws up her hands. “Sure Skye. You got it.”
Mitchell’s baby blues glance toward a groaning Kylie and Charlie’s hands flash toward the Sweetheart’s hair, the locks much lighter than last she was seen in FAWN.
Skye blocks the grasp with her bamboo then NAILS a startled Charlie across the back with the weapon. Dawson yelps in pain, cursing her former friend. Skye’s not appeased with one strike. Doubling. Then tripling up. Charlie’s back arches after each THWACK until the Blackheart bails from the ring.
The fearsome foursome threaten revenge from the safety of the outside while Skye cradles a seated Sanders close, the crowd dumbfounded by a Mitchell, any Mitchell, helping Kylie Sanders.
But there Skylar is unzipping her hot pink hoodie to reveal a royal purple lycra bikini top and short shorts, white pads and boots beneath, ready for battle when Charlie makes a short-lived effort to reenter.
Deciding they’ve made their point, Charliente back their way up the ramp as Skye brings Ky back to awareness.
Sanders butt-skids her way clear of Mitchell.
“What the hell is…”
“It’s OK. I’ve got you.”
The Platinum Pixie watches Charliente depart and nervously elects to believe Skylar’s her Mania savior. She accepts a hand up and shakes with America’s Sweetheart, the fans reveling, as best they can, in something approaching a happy ending.
“I don’t know why, but thanks,” Kylie offers.
“Because I believe you AND because it’s the right thing to do. Whether Cyn disowns me or not. I’m coming back to my roots. The right way.”
Tonight, the Platinum Pixie would add to another ‘most ever’ accomplishment.
But the anger in Kylie’s hazel eyes won’t be satiated with an attendance award. This Mania would be about making America’s Blackheart pay for messing with her family.
Though she and Kristy had been fussin’ cousins much more than kissin’ through the years, there was no way anyone did that to her family’s Black Sheep but perhaps Sanders herself.
Dawson came back to FAWN with a massive chip on her shoulder and apparently saw Ky as a way to build her new reputation. Unfortunately for Charlie, she’d had her shoulders pinned to the mat twice by Kylie since her return.
As the Pleasant Valley Princess waits anxiously to head for the ring, bouncing in anticipation, she knows no change in hair color or attitude from the once upon a time tag champion is going to make her third time lucky. Not on what figures to be one of her last opportunities to perform on the organization’s biggest stage.
Ky takes a last glance at her phone, the picture of a hospital bedridden Kristy giving her a thumbs up filling her screen. Ky smooches her index and middle fingers and places them on the glass then sets her phone aside.
Excellent timing since, from the other side of the curtain, Sixpence None The Richer’s ‘There She Goes’ sweeps through the arena.
( www.youtube.com/watch?v=tMfXeuv4kZE )
Outside, the assembled let loose with an enormous cheer, the Corps ready to root their girl on to a Mania triumph.
“Let’s go,” Sanders says to no one in particular.
Ky pushes through the curtains and moves to center stage, reveling in and playing to the crowd. Their volume proves Kylie might have more collective love being sent in her direction than even her celebrated Girl Scout days. The silvery-bobbed, elfin beauty pumps her fist and the Corps responds.
KYLIE SANDERS
Drawing on the echoes of her original gear, but slightly altered to go more in with the black instead of the gold, Sanders dons a black sports bra topside with black boy-cut shorts. Both top and bottom are trimmed in yellow-gold. Black boots and pads finish the ensemble.
As the Iowan 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 to continue with the ‘TROLL…TROLL…TROLL” chant of less popular times.
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A beaming Sanders traverses the aisle, happy to slap hands with her forgiving fans, gazing with delight at a poster that proclaims the Platinum Pixie as the Corps’ Platinum Princess.
Sanders reaches the ring and takes a moment to gaze around the arena, enjoying the display of affection from the fans, something not long ago she thought never to see again. Ky ascends the steps, then waves and bows to the FAWNatics, before slipping through the cables.
Moving to the middle, she applauds the sellout crowd before receding to her assigned corner so Nick Castle can check her for foreign objects. The official concludes his work as the announcer introduces the FAWN original.
“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 save for pockets of stubborn resistance who still hold her less charitable days against her. Nevertheless, Kylie waves enthusiastically, nervously bobbing on the balls of her feet. She turns her attention to the entrance, perhaps knowing beating the Blackheart three times in barely more months would test her abilities, mettle and concentration.
As the crowd’s roar slowly dissipates, the FAWNatics unleash their considerable ire when Taylor Swift’s ‘Style’ emerges from the speakers. The masses are instantly aware the woman who turned their back on them and everything she stood for prior to her departure when finding both tough times and glory with the youngest of the Mitchell clan, is on her way.
(https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-CmadmM5cOk )
A moment later, a spotlight shines on the newly minted brunette, the dark hair contrasting dramatically with her perfectly pale skin and complementing her resentful attitude. The stunning dimpled Blackheart angrily shouts at throng, the crowd testing their lungs in response, jeering at a remarkable level of decibels.
CHARLIE DAWSON
The gorgeous grappler offers a double middle-finger salute to the earsplitting crowd. Playfully, she cups a hand to her ear as she moves to center stage, acting as if she can’t hear the people who once adored her.
A smirking Charlie heads for the ring, the dark-haired grappler psyching out a few simpletons who swing and miss on her offered palm when she pulls it away, Dawson giggling at the stupidity of the dimwits.
Reaching the squared circle, the former Darling of the Desert slides under the bottom rope, springs to her feet and unzips her hoodie, now blood red instead of her customary pink. Dawson slips it off to reveal a similarly hued fightin’ two piece, the cut of the spandex much less modest around her chest and ass, raising the blood pressure of the spectators further.
Charlie takes a familiar lap around the ring, but now castigating the denizens of the front row instead of connecting.
She stares daggers at Sanders, motioning she’ll break the Pixie in two.
“Like my two wins?” Ky shouts, the elfin blonde appearing ready to add some red to Dawson’s face to match her gear.
As a chuckling Charlie moves to her corner to undergo Castle’s check, Tay-Tay’s voice lowers below the boos and the announcer.
“And her opponent, standing 5 feet 2 inches tall and weighing in at 112 pounds, from Spokane, Washington via Albuquerque, New Mexico...America’s Blackheart…Charlie Dawson!”
”Quit with the grabby, Nick,” Dawson complains. “And don’t be showing that dinosaur any favors. I’ve had enough of you losers protecting Mama Bear.”
Castle backs away to mid-ring after concluding his duties and calls for the bell, the toll bringing both women out in beelines, the bodies of blonde and brunette SMECKING against each other in a tight, early tie-up.
Using her experience advantage, Kylie twists Dawson out of an early collar-and-elbow into a side headlock, but Charlie quickly gets her hands on Sanders’ hips and heaves the Platinum Pixie off. Ky uses the momentum to race to the ropes in front of her, then return and bury a shoulder into Dawson’s chest, dropping Charlie to the canvas.
America’s Blackheart stares up at Sanders, both pained and furious at the result of the collision. Kylie skips over her flattened foe and sprints to the distant cables. She hits the rubber-coated steel and races toward the rising Dawson, again intending to bury a shoulder to make another point with the former beloved Sweetheart.
Instead, Charlie pivots ninety and THWUMPS a raised knee into the pit of Ky’s abdomen with force enough to send Sanders flipping over, the blonde landing on her backside. With the FAWNatics jeering, Charlie plants a soccer kick into the base of Kylie’s spine, Sanders’ chest thrusting forward as her back arches in pain.
Just as quickly, Charlie shows her move to the dark side hasn’t slowed her reflexes, shifting her sinewy frame in order to CRACK a thrust kick into Sanders’ chin and lay out the FAWN original in a dazed spreadeagle.
Turning her back to the splayed Pixie, Dawson uses her athleticism to backflip into a Standing Moonsault that CRUSHES Ky’s midriff, Sanders jackknifing around the impact, before settling to the canvas under the beaming Charlie.
Standing Moonsault ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=n0tahuKL0bg ) :25
Dawson hooks a leg on the breathless Kylie for the…
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TWO…
Sanders kicks free, sliding to her side as she shoves a shoulder up. Charlie snatches Ky by the ears and lifts her foe as she rises. Dawson shoves Kylie to a corner and follows in with fists flying, pummeling Sanders’ ivory abs with gut shots that have the Pixie bent and groaning, a line of drool dribbling off her front lip as the Blackheart’s hands connect liberally. A follow-up European Uppercut puts the Hawkeye on her heels, leaning heavily into the corner.
But a rubber-legged Sanders responds, grabbing Charlie by a shoulder and switching positions with the newly minted brunette, Ky jacking the Blackheart’s jaw with a series of forearms, the crowd’s excitement rising with each. Dawson ducks the final of five, pushing Sanders away several feet to stop the onslaught.
Surging out of the corner to capitalize, Charlie leaps toward Sanders but Kylie plucks her out of the air for a sidewalk slam. Or so that seemed her plan.
Charlie’s momentum allows her to swing her alabaster stems around Sanders’ skull and spin her acrobatic frame through a flying headscissors that sends Kylie flipping through the air before CRASHING to the deck.
Flying Headscissors ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=rcXbWKt60kc ) :23
Charlie kips to her feet kisses her palm and slaps her ass, showing what she thinks of her former fans. Seeing Kylie rising unsteadily from her flippy trip to the canvas, Dawson hustles to the nearest corner and takes a seat on the top buckle. She waits expectantly for the wobbling blonde to turn in her direction, then stands and vaults from the middle ropes, delivering a Diving Leg Lariat across Kylie’s throat, punishing the Platinum Pixie, the back of the blonde’s braincase THUMPED to the deck.
Diving Leg Lariat ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=EOxziLP3aM8 )
Kylie ends pinned under her foe, Charlie draping her leg across the neck of the splattered Sanders for the…
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TWO…
Ky shoves the limb off, rolling to her side to prevent the former Sweetheart turned Blackheart from claiming the victory.
Charlie back somersaults to her feet and raises her arms high and wide to the immense displeasure of the Mania crowd. The brunette motions for Sanders to rise for her and slowly Kylie responds, pushing to her feet. With the Pixie there, Charlie shoots a toe kick toward Ky’s tummy, but the Iowan catches the effort before it can impale her. She lifts the leg high, leaving a suddenly worried Dawson hopping on the planted stem.
Charlie hops into the air for an enziguri kick to her foe’s cranium, but Sanders ducks beneath. While Dawson is agile enough to land on her feet after the miss, her back is now turned to Kylie, who wraps her arms around the waist of the Blackheart. Muscle memory is instant for the silvery-bobbed veteran and she lifts and spills Charlie onto her head and shoulders with a German Suplex.
German Suplex ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=wr060Fn4PSE )
Holding and bridging with her Over and Done, Kylie has Charlie stacked on her shoulders for the…
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TWO…
THRNOOO!
Dawson shakes loose enough to slop to her side, cradling the back of her skull, the FAWNatics groaning in disappointment at how close their favorite came to finishing the Blackheart from out of nowhere.
Still, the Platinum Pixie’s in control, scrambling to her foe. She plants herself atop the brunette, rolling the dazed Blackheart to her chest. In a forward-facing straddle of Dawson, Ky slips her arms under and around those of Charlie, pulling Dawson’s torso off the canvas in a Full Nelson Camel Clutch.
Full Nelson Camel Clutch ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=xBJMbfap6PM )
The veteran reefs back on the submission, curving the spine of her foe. She rattles Charlie from side to side, trying to wring a capitulation from the brunette but unable, Dawson spitting out a ‘No’ to Castle’s inquiry. With it painfully clear Charlie would need more softening, Sanders releases her clutch, allowing a sighing Dawson’s backbone to straighten as she flops to the canvas.
Kylie surrounds Charlie’s head with her hands and pulls the reeling Blackheart to her feet. Moving her grip to a wrist, Sanders aims America’s former Sweetheart to the far buckles and starts to send her off with an Irish Whip. But as Ky’s about to heave, Dawson plants and reverses and it’s the Pleasant Valley Princess sent for the ride. A turning Kylie’s back SLAMS into the corner, her body rocked by the collision.
Adrenaline providing an instant salve, Charlie races after her aching foe with clothesline drawn. But as she approaches, Ky meets her a few steps from the corner. The Platinum Pixie ducks Dawson’s swing, wrapping her arm across the clavicle of her Mania adversary. Throwing her bodyweight backward, Kylie sends Charlie’s face careening into the middle buckle with a Flatliner, rocking the Blackheart, leaving her draped and seemingly semiconscious.
Kylie quickly climbs to her feet and collects Dawson around the waist from behind. She launches the brunette with another German, this time releasing to get the full impact of the suplex, Charlie tumbling over from the connection with the thinly-sheathed plywood, ending on her knees, in a stupor.
Buckle Flatliner and German Suplex ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=iDrG8__0TAY )
Sanders, having pushed to boot leather, can’t pass on such an inviting target. She spins and hits the ropes, rebounding into a sprint toward her bull’s eye. She flips into an aerial somersault while grabbing Charlie’s head on the fly by, planting the back of Dawson’s skull into the deck with a Running Neckbreaker.
Running Neckbreaker ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=FZoXCv3QYDo )
Kylie scrambles to a crossbody pin, Ky covering across Charlie’s chest for the…
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TWO…
The Blackheart shovels Sanders off overhead to save herself from a Mania disaster.
Rolling to her chest, Charlie crawls toward the nearest exit, but a risen Sanders drops in a senton across the brunette’s back to stop the progress. With a wincing Dawson below her, Charlie reaching reflexively for her lower back, Ky moves to a reverse-facing straddle of the same location.
The Platinum Pixie lifts her ass and THUMPS it into her foe’s vertebrae to exacerbate the problem. With Charlie’s squirming pacified, Ky launches her right arm toward the rafters and clenches her digits.
Her Corps responds instinctually, shouting “FARM…HAND” and Sanders sinks the talons into the flesh just below the subtle curve of Charlie’s left ass cheek. Kylie DIGS her fingers into Dawson’s hammy, her clamp working the nerve bundle located there, her infamous signature drawing tremors from the brunette’s lower limb.
Taking no chances, Castle genuflects in front of the Blackheart, asking Charlie if she wants to surrender.
“ASSHOLE!” she shouts, taking a swing at FAWN’s lead official.
Rightfully taking that as a ‘NO’, Nick waves to the timekeeper the match will go on and on the hammy clamp goes, Kylie working it expertly, drawing yelps from the wriggling Dawson.
Charlie lifts her opposite number, THUMPING her heel into Sanders until the Pixie decides to give up the grip and capture Dawson’s raised right.
Kylie rises from kneel to crouch and leans back with her newly won limb, settling in a spine-cracking single leg Crab. The Pixie takes a seat on her foe’s shoulderblades and pulls back even further.
Single leg Boston Crab ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=OgoK3cNgHDI )
“Ask her,” Sanders demands when Castle hesitates.
“AWWGAWWD,” is the only response from an anguished Dawson who slides on her chest and belly enough to wrap a palm around the bottom rope in front of her.
The Blackheart immediately squeals for a release. Ky holds on for ‘FOUR’ before releasing cleanly and stepping away from Charlie, Dawson pulling in her injured stem, clutching the leg closely, cursing at Kylie under her breath.
Sanders waits semi-patiently for Dawson to rise, motioning her grimacing adversary to her feet, when the familiar accompaniment of a certain set of spicy Latinas runs through the speakers.
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ui0hDQLcWTg
The sellout crowd turns and, sure enough, Muy Caliente are on their way down the ramp.
The assembled are hushed in curiosity. What can the Latina Strike Force have in mind?
They’d been shut out of the biggest show of the year and yet here they are, strolling to ringside with blossoming grins.
GABBY MENDOZA
SOSHANA SOTO
SOFIA GARCIA
The sultry Sofia leads the way in a two-piece, neon, violet number that catches eyes and stirs heart. The white-hot Cuban waves her hands, then slaps those extended toward her by the adoring masses.
Close behind is the spicy little lucha, Soshana Soto, denied by her recent loss to the Hawkeye from appearing on the Mania agenda. Lil So-So’s wardrobe includes a purple sports bra top with gold trim, her bottoms the same color as her top, flaps covering the back, also with a gold trim. On her right arm is a gold sleeve 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.
The Babyfaced Bubblicious connoisseur, Gabby Mendoza, is the tail of this delectable parade, her once iconic mini-skirt and bustier long since replaced by a purple and gold number, the two piece of crop top and booty shorts showing solidarity with Soto’s color scheme ( www.etsy.com/no-en/listing/671209460/pro-wrestling-gear-womens-crop-top-and ). Black pads and gold boots complete the makeover.
Gabs chews on her trademark pink wad enthusiastically, blowing the requisite bubbles then popping them with a darting tongue.
Reaching the ring, the threesome clusters in Kylie’s corner, offering words of encouragement. However, a distracted Sanders seems less than sure of their support, the Platinum Pixie having beef with Gabby in addition to Soto.
“What do you ladies wanAHHHH?”
Kylie’s question gets interrupted when the sidetracked Sanders, reaching toward a stooped, standing Charlie gets raked across her hazel peepers by the Blackheart.
As the blinded Pixie staggers away, rubbing at her eyes with an arm while reaching sightless for whatever might be in front of her with the other, Dawson turns to Muy Caliente and flips them a middle finger.
“Don’t even try to steal my spotlight, losers!” she shouts, slipping through the strands to more directly make her point to the Caliente crew.
“And what have you been doing to Sanders?” Mendoza retorts, drawing a sour look from America’s former Sweetheart. “Losing!”
Aggravated at Gabby’s salient point, Dawson turns her attention back to a teary-eyed Ky, the Pixie trying to blink more vision into place.
Grabbing the top rope with both hands, Dawson vaults to a crouch on the top rope and launches into a springboard crossbody that CRUSHES the blonde to the canvas beneath.
Springboard crossbody ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=-TWKbhfk2JQ )
With the Blackheart in a lateral press, she hooks a leg as Castle drops to the deck and slaps the mat for the…
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TWO…
Ky kicks free and rolls to her side, staying alive by a scant margin.
A risen Charlie snatches both ankles and rolls Sanders to her back, spreading the limbs wide, a Cheshire grin growing as she stares down at a wide-eyed Kylie, the Hawkeye ‘washing windows’ with her palms in a silent plea.
“How’s it feel to have tables turned?” Dawson asks. “Because it’s pretty fuckin’ fantastic for me.”
As the Blackheart lifts her right boot to stomp Kylie’s sweet spot, Sanders rips her right leg free and pistons it into Dawson’s pelvis. With the brunette stumbling several steps back, the Platinum Pixie rolls out under the ropes and into the company of three fiery Latinas.
Kylie backs against the edge of the apron, ready for anything, but Gabby motions for her crew to step back, no lumberjacks they.
“We’re the bigger women, Sanders,” Mendoza insists.
She motions for Ky to return to the battleground and the Iowan grabs the ropes behind her, climbing to the apron without her hazel eyes leaving the Latinas.
Which turns out to be a big mistake when Charlie leaps to the middle rope ninety degrees removed from her target and NAILS Sanders in the back of the skull with a Triangle Dropkick.
Triangle Dropkick ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=oN131MGTRE0 )
Kylie is sent flying off the edge, crashing into the Cuban firecracker, Ky and Sofia ending in a jumbled mess on the floor next to Garcia’s Caliente cohorts.
“Sloppy gringa,” Gabby growls, pulling Kylie loose of her partner.
With a wrist in her possession, the bubble-blower heaves Ky in under the bottom rope, back into Dawson’s custody.
“Gracias,” Charlie chuckles, ripping a confused Kylie to her feet and bullying her to the corner above Soshana, Sofia and Gabby. The brunette BLASTS Ky with a headbutt that puts Sanders on rubbery legs, all the easier to scoop by the Blackheart, the Pixie placed on the top buckle, seated and stunned.
Charlie skips to the opposite corner, turns, and sprints toward her target, leaping to the middle ropes in front of Ky. Dawson climbs to the top cables, establishing a grip behind the blonde’s head to deliver her signature East Mountains Facebuster.
East Mountains Facebuster ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=CTZ5TjmVetU )
But as the slender, sinewy aerialist reaches her launch point, the crafty FAWN original shifts her arms underneath Dawson’s legs and, with a startled Charlie suddenly in powerbomb position, Kylie departs with her cargo.
Avalanche Powerbomb ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=403ZoHZH0ug )
The ring-rattling impact takes the life out of both women, but Charlie is certainly the worse for wear, left spreadeagled and semi-conscious from the disaster. The Pixie has enough to drape an arm across the demolished brunette for her statement-making third victory against the Sweetheart turned Blackheart at…
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THRNOOO!
Somehow, Dawson finds the will to force a shoulder a few inches off the canvas to the incredulous dismay of Kylie’s Corps and to the impressed Caliente crew. Ky rolls to her back and both combatants stare into the rafters above as they manage little more than drawing ragged breaths.
After several long seconds, Castle decides he must start a count on both women as each wrestler’s shoulders remain flat.
As the count grows, Mendoza hops to the apron, demanding Castle’s attention.
“You’re not serious,” Gabby says. “A double countout…at Mania.”
“Get down,” Castle demands.
“Or you’ll disqualify me?” Mendoza asks, smirking.
On the opposite side of the ring, the argument curdles in a confused Kylie’s ears as she uses the cables to climb to her knees, leaning heavily against them, turned toward her adoring fans and less adoring luchas.
Soshana hops to the apron, draws Kylie’s neck atop the middle strand and drops a leg across the back of her neck. Sanders flails wildly, her windpipe collapsing from the pressure. A snarling So-So bounces atop the red-faced, gasping blonde, the crowd jeering the lethal Latina as she cuts off the air supply from the Hawkeye.
On the floor, Sofia cheers on her partner, jawing at a bug-eyed Sanders then SLAPPING the taste from the blonde’s mouth for good measure. With Gabby’s squabble with the official cooling, Soto removes her offending tawny stem and grabs Kylie’s silvery bob. The Mexican drops to the arena floor, hotshotting Ky way from the cables.
The breathless Sanders falls in Charlie’s lap, Dawson’s baby blues wide in surprise at what she’s seen but sparkling with opportunity at where it might lead.
With Sofia and Soshana back on the concrete, Gabby joins them on the opposite side, Castle turning to see the Blackheart scraping a winded Pixie off the deck. Sensing Charlie may have done something untoward from the ear-splitting displeasure of the crowd but not having seen it, Nick can only continue, warning Dawson to stay out of Sanders’ limited locks.
“Don’t worry your pretty little head, Nicky,” Charlie informs. “This old bytch is out of gas.”
Charlie tugs Ky into a front facelock and lifts an arm high as the protesting Corps lose their collective shyt. Dawson hops into the air then lays out, SPIKING Kylie’s skull into the canvas with a Jumping DDT.
Jumping DDT ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=lkooZ1Tobl4 ) 1:14
Sanders tumbles to a motionless starfish after the brutal connection, a seated Dawson grinning evilly at the destruction. But the Blackheart passes on the pin, instead moving to the nearest corner. She slides out and climbs from the outside as Sanders stirs to life.
As Dawson ascends, so does a shellshocked Pixie, Charlie to the top buckle where she stands, arms raised, Ky to vertical on the canvas, vaguely trying to find her foe, the crowd screaming at her to evacuate.
But Kylie’s in no shape to understand their warnings and the Blackheart launches with malice in her heart DESTROYING Kylie with a picture-perfect Charlie Cutter that sends Ky to her demise, the Mania crowd ‘oooohing’ in appreciation at the annihilation perpetrated on their beloved Platinum Pixie.
Charlie Cutter ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=ooGdp3vs-AA ) 1:06
A comatose Kylie is dragged to centerstage by a wrist and offers no resistance as Dawson places a knee on the cleft of the blonde’s bosom. Castle dutifully counts out the…
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THREEE!
With a Mania victory in her possession, Dawson rises to her feet and places a boot on the cheek of Sanders’ turned and squished mug, raising her arms high and wide to the sounds of an angry Corps and the ring announcer.
“Your winner…by pinfall…America’s Blackheart…Charlie Dawson!”
As Charlie stares down at the unconscious wreckage beneath her, she barks at the FAWN original, letting Kylie knows she’s the organization’s past and Dawson’s its future.
The former Desert Darling doesn’t notice Muy Caliente moving to three separate sides of the ring before sliding in and popping to their feet, surrounding the victor and the vanquished.
Becoming aware of the late arriving guests, Dawson throws up her palms plaintively.
“Whoa ladies, hold on!”
Gabby closes quickest to Charlie, going nose to nose with the Blackheart. She suddenly throws her arms around Dawson, wrapping her in a warm embrace.
“Well done, Charlie Girl,” the Babyfaced Killer declares, the women suddenly acting like old friends above Kylie’s carcass.
Soshana and Sofia join in the snuggle/huddle above the insensate Pixie. Mendoza breaks free in order to catch a tossed microphone from a ringside flunky, drawing it to her lips.
“This bytch has been taking our spotlight for too long,” Gabby pronounces, directing her gaze to Ky then thumping a stomp into Sanders’ abs, Kylie gurgling back to life.
“It’s not just Caliente. Women like Charlie Girl have been wrongly held back by this blonde barnacle. Women like the Cuban Firecracker.”
Soshana tugs a rubbery Sanders to her haunches and motions Sofia to help herself.
The lithe Latina rushes to the slumped Pixie and leaps, her tawny stems wrapping around Ky’s bobbling noggin. Sofia rotates into a brutal Garcia Later that removes all pretense of awareness from the BLASTED blonde.
Garcia Later ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=FJLBLLEv2Qs ) 1:43
Kylie slops into a wide spreadeagle, the boos from the FAWNatics falling in a torrent as Gabby and Charlie chuckle at the demolished Sanders.
Soshana is already perched high atop the nearest corner and takes aim at her very stationary target, impaling the cleft of Kylie’s bosom with Boom Goes the Dynamite, her explosive Flying Elbow Drop from the top.
Boom Goes the Dynamite! ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=Bo8dmpd0si4 )
Sanders’ body reflexively shudders from the attack.
Lil’ So-So hops to her feet and high-fives Mendoza, delighting in continuing to destroy the reformed Pleasant Valley Princess.
“Your turn, Gabs,” Charlie encourages and Mendoza nods, sinking a set of digits into Kylie’s silvery mop, pulling the semi-conscious heap to her feet for the grand finale, Mendoza’s Bursting Your Bubble.
Bursting Your Bubble ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=jptyXjdWkn4 ) :42
But as Gabby sets for the crescendo of violence perpetrated on the Hawkeye, Darius Rucker’s ‘Southern Style’ plays over the speakers.
(http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hpKFRP05Po4 )
The crowd, already in a state of disbelief, watching the four women take apart Sanders piece by piece, can hardly believe their eyes as very special guest star races to the Mania ring in the form of the youngest member of the Mitchell clan, SKYLAR!
SKYLAR MITCHELL
Skye sprints to the squared circle with kendo stick in hand and dives in under the bottom rope, sending the Caliente crew scattering, G-Money passing on a goodbye gift to Kylie to make sure she gets her ass out of the war zone before the Lil’est Mitchell gets big with her stick.
With her former partner clearing the ring of Latinas, Charlie creeps from behind, ready to spring a trap on her erstwhile BFF. But with Dawson poised, Skye turns to meet her gaze.
“Get your treacherous backside out of here, Charlie,” Mitchell demands. “Before I knock you all the way back to the desert.”
Dawson throws up her hands. “Sure Skye. You got it.”
Mitchell’s baby blues glance toward a groaning Kylie and Charlie’s hands flash toward the Sweetheart’s hair, the locks much lighter than last she was seen in FAWN.
Skye blocks the grasp with her bamboo then NAILS a startled Charlie across the back with the weapon. Dawson yelps in pain, cursing her former friend. Skye’s not appeased with one strike. Doubling. Then tripling up. Charlie’s back arches after each THWACK until the Blackheart bails from the ring.
The fearsome foursome threaten revenge from the safety of the outside while Skye cradles a seated Sanders close, the crowd dumbfounded by a Mitchell, any Mitchell, helping Kylie Sanders.
But there Skylar is unzipping her hot pink hoodie to reveal a royal purple lycra bikini top and short shorts, white pads and boots beneath, ready for battle when Charlie makes a short-lived effort to reenter.
Deciding they’ve made their point, Charliente back their way up the ramp as Skye brings Ky back to awareness.
Sanders butt-skids her way clear of Mitchell.
“What the hell is…”
“It’s OK. I’ve got you.”
The Platinum Pixie watches Charliente depart and nervously elects to believe Skylar’s her Mania savior. She accepts a hand up and shakes with America’s Sweetheart, the fans reveling, as best they can, in something approaching a happy ending.
“I don’t know why, but thanks,” Kylie offers.
“Because I believe you AND because it’s the right thing to do. Whether Cyn disowns me or not. I’m coming back to my roots. The right way.”