Post by hawkeye on Aug 6, 2023 18:29:56 GMT
No longer the flavor of the month or even the year, getting a PPV opener was a significant step up from the YouTube cards to which Chloe痴 been relegated. Fields hopped nervously behind the curtain. Despite her big show disappearance, when the sound of Avril Lavigne痴 糎hat the Hell・signaled the arrival of the bedimpled Pink Tornado, the loyal Upstart Army showed their continued strength.
WHAT THE HELL:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=tQmEd_UeeIk&feature=player_embedded
A frisky Fields entered from stage left, bouncing with the infectious pop beat, the crowd craning their necks toward the stage to gather an eyeful of the bubbly brunette.
Their delicious Berry was a tawny wisp of a woman; all big dark doe eyes, chestnut ponytail and cherubic girlish features. Chloe paced from one side of the stage to the other, waving enthusiastically.
CHLOE FIELDS:
The diminutive Upstart joyfully gyrates, offering a few familiar pumped fists in time with Avril’s accompaniment.
As she headed down the aisle, a wide grin and slapping hands encouraged the love from her very own division of the Upstart Army. And the noise grew all the louder when the Announcer tried to match the FAWNatics’ fervor for her arrival.
“Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to Red, White, & Bruised! Our opening contest is scheduled for one fall with a twenty minute time limit. Introducing first... hailing from Boca Raton, Florida, she stands at five feet two inches tall and weighs in at one hundred and nine pounds, this is CHLOE...STRAWBERRY...FIELDS!”
Never one to shirk her colors, Fields was garbed in a pink and black ruffled two piece with mini-skirt bottoms. Pink boots (with black laces) and pads sealing the deal. It’s attire certainly meeting mass approval, as it had so many times before.
As Strawberry reached the ring, she took a lap, making acquaintance with the front row ticket purchasers. Her deep brown eyes were focused but maintained a friendly flash.
Chloe reached the steps and sauntered up, her music fading as she proceeded halfway down the length of the ring, wrapped her arms around the uppermost cable, and back flipped over the top, landing nimbly to a roar from the FAWNatics.
Berry’s concentration was evident as tonight was ultra-important business. A victory placed an essential ‘W’ on her Pay-Per-View scoresheet, moving her back up the crowded lightweight ladder.
Fields moved to her corner and climbed to the middle strands, looking out on the assembled throng. She offered the fans an ovation they quickly returned a thousand-fold.
A familiar “CHLO-EEE” chant rippled through the crowd as Strawberry’s attention turned to the upper stage and her imminent opponent.
Fields leapt off the cables, spinning in a 180, landing lightly in a slight crouch, then shadow boxing, perhaps ready to bring some thunder with her customary lightning.
The crowd quieted as Chloe's anthem faded into the background. Not silence of course, the FAWN Arena was never silent, this was a curious, expectant sort of hum that only made its presence known when some question was about to find an answer. 鄭nd introducing her opponent,hailing from San Juan Romero in Coahuila, Mexico, she stands at five feet two inches tall and weighs in tonight at one hundred and thirteen pounds. Ladies and gentlemen, making her very first appearance in the FAWN Arena, this is SYLVIA IVELISSE CASTILLO!”
RED RIGHT HAND:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=5QZlUpgTRtg
A soft, somber combination of piano and drums rose to the rafters and was soon joined by an intrigued buzz and more than a few enthusiastic jeers. The former were almost assuredly from those unaware of the ingenue's r驀sum驀 while the latter was all too aware of her work in Europe. Whatever their reason, the noise only grew louder when the woman in question strode through the curtain in time with the first verse of Nell Smith & the Flaming Lips' cover of 'Red Right Hand'.
SYLVIA IVELISSE CASTILLO:
Castillo paused at the top of the ramp, not to take in the enormity of the place or to bask in the moment, but rather to let her dark eyes flit this way and that, the ingenue seemingly in search of some vector or contingency that needed factoring in before slipping through the ropes tonight. Whether or not she found what she was looking for was destined to remain a mystery as the brunette started down the ramp without so much as a word.
A primer for those of you who don't follow the UK and European scene: All of twenty years old, she'd arrived in England two years ago well trained in the more grounded, submission based aspects of Lucha Libre. Complete immersion in British Strong Style followed, with Castillo favoring the discipline's heavy striking element as well as its meticulous focus on targeting a specific limb or body-part. The time spent there did not see her capture any singles gold, however she'd quickly made a name for herself as one to watch and an extremely gifted technician. These qualities had endeared her to certain wrestling nerds, but not the casual fans, especially not after she'd laid a vicious mauling on non other than 'Sensational' Shea London shortly before Bethany Christian announced her FAWN signing.
If joining the premiere women's wrestling promotion in North America concerned Castillo in the slightest it certainly didn't show during her walk to the squared circle. The lithe little brunette was strictly business as she slid under the bottom rope and pushed to one knee. On her feet immediately thereafter, she strode to the nearest corner and mounted the second turnbuckle to a round of boos that grew all the louder when she raised an index finger to her ear.
For tonight's match against the high-flying Upstart, SIC wore a classic fightin' Prussian blue one-piece with white accents and an additional cutout across her lower back and flanks that gave the impression of a two-piece from certain angles. Her pads and wrist tape were matte black and her boots were also black, though they were polished to a gleaming shine. Apparently unimpressed by the noise produced by the Orlando regulars, Castillo brushed them off with the flick of a wrist, then hopped down and settled into the buckles. Referee Algernon Carpenter came over to check her pads and boots and while Castillo made no efforts to hamper his efforts, she never once looked in his direction. The brunette's dark eyes were trained on Chloe Fields and no one else.
Chloe began to clap when the bell sounded and it wasn't long before the whole of the FAWN Arena echoed with the thrumming beat of that palm-powered percussion. Over in the opposite corner Sylvia most certainly did not clap. Indeed she responded to the noise with nothing more than a quick, irritated grimace. Annoyance aside, the noise didn't seem to bother the newcomer in the slightest and she matched Fields step for step as the pink-clad lass made her way to the center of the squared circle.
Hands raised in a grappler's crouch now that clapping duties were properly delegated, Chloe considered offering a fist to her adversary before she noted the flat coldness in Sylvia's dark eyes. Those eyes proclaimed their owner was here for competition rather than camaraderie so Fields gave her some of the former by lunging into a quick Collar & Elbow Lock-Up! Sylvia welcomed her enthusiastically and the nimble brunettes went up on tiptoe as each tried to impose her will on the other. Castillo was a few pounds heavier, but it was Fields who initiated the grapple and that bit of momentum forced her foe back a few steps which soon turned into a full retreat when Strawberry dug in her heels and began to march Sylvia toward the ro—Castillo shifted one hand from Chloe's collarbone to her mouth where she promptly scrubbed her heel back 'n forth across those surprised lips!
Chloe cried out in surprise, which gave way to dismay as Castillo swung them through a half circle so she could march the pink-clad beauty the rest of the way into the strands. With the ropes pressing close against her back and butt, Fields had every right to call for a break, yet something about the unprovoked heel-scrubbing bothered her more than she cared to admit, so she gave Sylvia a taste of that same treatment! Eyes reflecting the delight otherwise masked by the tyro's encroaching hand, Fields scrubbed a little harder when Castillo did the same, then tacked on a short, sharp SLAP to her cheek when Al Carpenter hurried over and said, “All right ladies, let's have a clean break and get this back to center, ok?”
Considering the aggression of their first clench, Chloe had expected Sylvia to work the count as much as possible, so she was admittedly surprised when the other brunette raised her hands to shoulder level and stepped off without so much as a 'ONE!' counted. It crossed Fields' mind that she might've misjudged the tyro, so as a show of good faith she raised her own hands—CRACK!
'Oooooooohhh's!' then boos from those gathered for Red, White, & Bruised when the second generation savant flicked out a whip-crack Bitch Slap that turned Chloe's head to one side!
“Thought you'd be quicker.” Castillo muttered over the crowd noise as retreated to the middle of the ring. “Someone who dresses in a pink that garish HAS to be light on her feet to avoid the beatings she so richly deserNGH!”
Fields exploded forward, took to the skies and THWHAPPED both heels offa her opponent's chin in a blink and you'll miss it Dropkick! The shot knocked Sylvia to the deck, but adrenaline was a helluva drug and she bounced up just in time for Chloe to rush in with her left arm extended for a Clothesli—NO! Fields whipped 'round behind her opponent, hooked her right arm over Castillo's neck and dropped to a seat to THWHUMP the other brunette down flat with a gorgeous Sling Blade!
SLING BLADE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=YITQLFcKFpg
SIC hit hard and bounced to a seat, both arms wrapped around the back of her head until Fields stretched her out flat and delivered a stiff SLAP to the tummy to make sure she'd stay there. On her feet before that swat had finished echoing through the cheap seats, Chloe ran the ropes and came back with a full head of steam, the Upstart leaving her feet in a gorgeous leap that culminated in a smooth tuck 'n ro—Castillo tumbled toward her attacker to get out of range of the Standing 450, an evasion that would've registered as more impressive if Chloe hadn't adjusted in mid-descent to land on her feet with a cheeky little 'no, no, no!' finger waggle for the crowd. She returned her attention to Sylvia half a heartbeat later and was startled to find the ingenue bearing down on her, not in a headlong charge but a Lock-Up even more aggressive than the one that'd started the match!
No face scrubbing during the second verse, Castillo simply snatched a huge handful of her foe's dark hair and used it to lead her over to the ropes. This time there was no immediate break, Sylvia continued to press forward as she shifted her other hand to Chloe's chin and puuuuuuuuussssshed her head backward at an awkward angle.
“Knock it off, Sylvia!” Carpenter ordered as soon as he drew in close. “I know you know better than that.”
“Then you also know that I know exactly how much time I'm allowed in these circumstances.” she said without even looking at him. “If you want the acrobat free, you'll stop whining and start counting.”
Al didn't think he was was whining in the slightest, but such arguing would've meant more suffering for Chloe so he did as bade and began to count, “ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR!”
Castillo released without further comment, though she didn't oblige the ref or her adversary with a particularly clean break. Instead she snatched hold of the other brunette's left wrist and STAMPED in place while simultaneously giving the limb a violent shake! Fields cried out, then cried out again when Sylvia segued to a perfect Arm Wringer that put even more pressure on the Upstart's aching should—CRACK!
The rookie had something nefarious in mind for Fields' limb, alas she never got to carry it out because Chloe lunged out of the strands with a huge Bitch Slap to repay the one she'd so recently endured! Sylvia's head snapped backward, her hair leading the way in a dark cloud that perfectly illustrated the stank Fields put on the blow. Yet the tyro was clearly possessed of some tenacity because she didn't abandon the Wristlock despite the power of her Chloe's swat.
Not that this perturbed Fields at all, indeed she seemed to be grateful for the tether as she pivoted and grabbed hold of the top rope with her slappin' hand. Dipping her knees a bit, Strawberry leapt up and twisted over in a gorgeous back-flip that alleviated the pressure of the Wristlock and earned an impressed cheer from the--“NNNNGGHHHH!”
Castillo lashed out with a kick that caught Chloe across the ankles just as she returned to terra firma. As a result the normally effortless landing collapsed into an ugly collision, the former Cirque de Soleil prospect rocked by the unpleasant sensation of lightning racing up her tailbone when she landed flat on her butt! Ignoring the welt on her own cheek in favor of plunging both hands into the grounded grappler's hair, Sylvia yanked Chloe to verticality and dragged her clear of the ropes before she could regain her equilibrium.
Already close, Carpenter warned about the hair-hold immediately so SIC switched over to a Chinlock, then twisted around so they were back to ba—Sylvia went down on one knee, a sharp, abrupt motion that yanked Fields off her feet and THWHONKED the base of her skull against the posted joint!
NECKBREAKER ON KNEE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=X8-Hlhz_SNY
Chloe landed on her butt for the second time in a matter of seconds, which probably explained why she so quickly twisted to a less painful position on one knee. But what provided relief for her aching haunches only made her head a more tempting target, as she and the FAWNatics discovered when Sylvia rushed in and THWONKED her right knee offa her opponent's cheek!
SIC KNEELIFT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=LIYvemAgrgQ
Fields collapsed in a heap, the urgent calls of her supporters not strong enough to break through the fog that currently clouded her thoughts. As for Castillo, she could've gone for a cover, instead she took a moment to adjust her knee-pad before helping herself to another double handful of hair. Boos from those assembled when the blue-clad brunette simply draaaaaaaaaaagged her prey across the canvas toward the nearest corner and their displeasure only grew louder when louder when Syl hauled Chloe to her knees and set her chest-first against the middle turnbuckle.
Huffing with amusement as she carefully draped the other brunette's arms over the rubber-coated steel, Castillo laid claim to her opponent's wrists before she braced her right foot against the nape of Chloe's neck and pushed forward while also yanking backward in a particularly nasty twist on the Surfboard! “AAAARRRRRHHHHHH!” Chloe shrieked back to life as she tried to wriggle her way out of the agonizing predicament. “ROPES!” she shouted to the official. “MAKE HER BREAK IT, I'M IN THE ROPES!”
No argument there so Al walked up beside his charges and began to count, “ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR!”
Sylvia released on time, though her expression suggested she was less than pleased. “What, no warning? How soon 'til I'm afforded some common courtesy?”
“You'll get it as soon as you heed a warning.” Carpenter countered blandly.
“Not worth it.”
Shooing him out of the way with an impatient flick of the wrist, Sylvia raced to the opposite corner where she wheeled about and headed back the way she'd came. The subsequent leap didn't have nearly the hang time of Chloe's efforts, yet it was hard to debate the efficacy thereof considering it ended with the newcomer THWHUMPING both knees between Chloe's shoulders! Castillo bounced away and Fields did too, though while the former raced off to the next corner, the latter only twisted around and crumpled into a seat against the bottom rope. She was still trying to gather her senses when Sylvia returned and shot in low, the lithe little lightweight putting every bit of her hundred and thirteen pounds into the Back Elbow she SMASHED into Chloe's cheek!
EXISTENTIAL DREAD:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=iIYWM0sc2pY
Floored by the force of this Existential Dread, Strawberry offered little more than a groan when SIC took hold of both ankles and hauled her out to the middle of the ring where she promptly folded the other brunette in half with a Matchbook good for the...
ONE…
TWO…
Fields unfurled from beneath the rookie, avoiding a calamitous loss. Already on the edge of relevancy, if Chloe lost to someone wrestling their first match, headed to ‘dark match’ hell was where she'd be.
Still, potentially concussive blows didn’t wear off easily, even from newbies, and Strawberry was more than a little off-balance as she rolled to her feet. A risen Sylvia locked a two-handed grip on her foe’s left arm. Castillo quickly spun under the raised limb of the Upstart, moving side-by-side. The Mexican grappler locked her near leg around that of Fields and collected Chloe’s far arm, securing Berry in an Arm Trap Abdominal Stretch.
ARM TRAP ABDOMINAL STRETCH:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=qOLTklwaFuo
SIC shredded on the tawny tummy of Fields, drawing yelps of pain with her submission hold, the rookie playing to the strengths that got her a contract in the foremost women’s wrestling federation. Despite her size, no high-flyer was SIC, instead working the pink-garbed aerialist like a part-time job on the canvas.
Sylvia reefed back on the Armbar above, Chloe’s slender midriff extended farther by undeniable skill rarely seen in a first match. Al dropped to a crouch in front of the wincing Upstart, asking if she wanted to surrender. Fields shook her head.
“No…no…no,” Strawberry pledged in a staccato burst.
It’s convincing enough a refusal for Castillo to release, spin the grimacing Chloe toward her, and latch onto Fields’ right arm, then lay out and force Chloe to collide with the canvas, trying to pop Strawberry’s shoulder out of its socket with a Single-Arm DDT.
SINGLE-ARM DDT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=yris70b-Qz4
Sylvia rose to a seated position next to her likewise diminutive foe. The raven-haired grappler reached behind her and collected Chloe’s right leg folding then locking it with a Scissors. With both arms free, Castillo reached up the lithe frame of the lightweight, connecting her hands in a tight S-grip with her left arm wrenching the head of the babyfaced Berry. Trying to bring head to left boot sole, SIC worked her STF until it seemed she might snap Fields in two.
STF:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=IwemWuu7ce4
Realizing the dire straits their favorite faced, the FAWNatics began a ‘Please…don’t…tap’ chant that reverberated through the arena.
SIC scowled at the Upstart Army supporting Miss Pretty in Pink and amped up the pressure until Chole cried out in agony. But what Fields didn't do was capitulate when Carpenter gave her the chance. Fields grunted a not fully convincing ‘no’ and stretched an arm toward the nearby ropes. Her fingers dangled too close for Sylvia's liking so she unhooked from her adversary just to grab an ankle and pull Strawberry to dead center then planning to reapply.
But when SIC tried, a desperate Fields spun to her back, folded her legs, and used them as pistons to shove her fellow Latina off.
Sylvia used the momentum to backpedal to the ropes and rebound, leaping into the air above the Upstart, pointing a sharp elbow toward the cleft of Berry’s modest bosom.
Thankfully for her uneasy army, Chloe rolled out of range of the elbow drop. Castillo planted her bony joint on the thinly-sheathed floorboards. Scrambling to a seated position, the wincing ruda cradled her wounded wing tight, cursing in her native tongue.
But the fast-moving Chloe shut her rookie foe up and down. Racing to the ropes in front of her opponent, the acrobatic Upstart U-turned and dove in a flip over Sylvia’s right shoulder, grabbing Castillo’s noggin on the fly-by and THWAMMING the back of SIC’s skull into the deck with a Flipping Neckbreaker.
FLIPPING NECKBREAKER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=wmvTWZEqjeU
Chloe kipped to her feet but somehow a clambering Castillo was not far behind.
Unfortunately for the rookie, she turned directly into a Spinning Heel Kick from the supple superstar, decking Sylvia so that the back of the Latina’s skull banged against the deck once more, making the attack a doubly effective cranium collision from the new member of the roster.
SPINNING HEEL KICK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Mg5nZ3wne3U
Strawberry dove atop the splayed Sylvia, hooking a leg and stacking the newbie on her shoulders for the...
ONE…
TWO…
Castillo spasmed loose, flopping to her side. Palms pressed to the bridge of her nose, Sylvia reached one knee before confirming her beak wasn't broken.
SIC learned the speed in the big leagues was on another level as Berry hit her third shot in rapid succession, using the lowered location of the rookie as an opportunity for a Shining Wizard Gandalf would be proud of.
SHINING WIZARD @ 00:39
www.youtube.com/watch?v=XEoGTN9y8sw
SIC was left spreadeagled by the knee to her forehead. Fields passed on the pin, instead hustling to the nearest corner. The experienced aerialist climbed the buckles and turned to face her potential splash pad, but the toughness of the ruda was making itself clear, Castillo already struggling to her feet.
With an audible necessary, Chloe motioned for her adversary to rise the rest of the way and when Sylvia unknowingly turned toward her enemy, Strawberry leapt from her penthouse position. Chloe soared across nearly half the ring, her legs leading the way, and she THUMPED both boot soles into Castillo’s chest, SIC sent somersaulting away from the impact.
MISSILE DROPKICK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=jzaob9YjoIw
Reaching the corner from the force of the blow, Sylvia popped to her feet out of the tumble but only remained vertical when her arms draped over the top rope on either side, Castillo’s body slumping, the Mexican learning FAWN was a whole different ballgame.
Moving to the corner opposite her sagging rival, the Pink Tornado sprinted halfway toward her target, then tumbled through the remaining strides, displaying her gymnastic prowess to deliver a leaping Back Elbow.
But…before Berry could land the blow, SIC surged forward and caught Chloe in midair, unprepared to deliver the hammer strike. Snatched in a Reverse Bear Hug by the Mexican, Fields struggled to free herself, squirming and flailing until SIC flapjacked Chloe’s face and chest to the deck. On her knees next to the flattened Upstart, Sylvia shoveled the dazed Fields to her back and pressed tight with a Crossbody pinning predicament, hooking the far leg for insurance.
Carpenter slid into position and clapped the canvas for the…
ONE…
TWO…
Strawberry’s body shuddered and she shook free of Castillo’s effort to end things. She rolled over to prevent a second attempt and was pulled off her chest and up as Sylvia rose with her foe in tow.
Grip tight on Berry’s left shoulder and wrist, Castillo quickly found her position reversed by the slippery Upstart. Chloe sent the mat specialist racing to the opposite cables with an Irish Whip, intent on keeping the match at a breakneck pace.
Sylvia rebounded at full speed toward a charging Chloe. Fields leapfrogged the dipping SIC and both raced to their next set of cables, ready for round two. After simultaneous 180s, each lightweight dashed toward their adversary again.
Great minds thinking alike, both slender, sinewy grapplers leapt into stereo Crossbody Splashes, connecting with a meaty THWUMP, both women plummeting to the canvas after the unforeseen collision.
Rookie and veteran lay starfished on the canvas, knocked both silly and breathless. The woman who wanted it more might take it right here and Sylvia stirred first, flopping to her chest and draping a limp arm across the modest bosom of the Pink Tornado, the flaccid limb remaining there for the…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOO!
Delighted exclamations from the supporters of sweetness and light when Fields jerked free of Castillo's arm with half a whisper to spare! Alas, the muscle memory required to escape the cover didn't guarantee an immediate recovery for the pink-favoring brunette, indeed she looked woozy as ever as she rolled away from her adversary in search of a quiet return to verticality.
As for Sylvia, she occupied virtually identical circumstances save for the fact that no one was cheering for her to reclaim a more upright perch. Not that this discomfited her in the slightest, if anything she looked relieved to have the collective attention trained on Chloe rather than herself. Struggling to all fours just as Fields did the same, Castillo crawled over to the ropes and grabbed hold of the second strand to provide an anchor while she clambered to boot-leather.
She'd just regained her footing when Chloe chirped, “It's ok to call for a time-out, you know. These overhead lights are enough to freak anyone out on their first night.” she paused to smile at the other brunette. “But hey, at least I killed all the butterflies in your stomach with that Crossbody, right? That's something at lea--”
“You SORELY overestimate your importance in my thinking.” Sylvia snapped. “To believe I'd be concerned by the gaudy antics of a glorified trapeze artist is as laughable as it is insulting and if you have any sense left in that frilly little brain of yours you'll--” SIC's advice came to an abrupt end when she dipped her torso under the top rope to enforce a break before Chloe, who'd crossed the space between them in what felt like the blink of an eye, could put a rough hand on the newcomer.
Fields didn't advance after Carpenter placed an interposing hand on her tummy, but she sure as hell didn't back up either. Instead she kept her eyes locked on Castillo as she murmured, “You've got a real big mouth for someone who's afraid to take a hit. That's not a combination that guarantees longevity in this locker room.”
Eyes wide with disgust at the notion that she was afraid to take a shot from this trumpery little cartoon character, Castillo slipped back into the squared circle and replied, “I'll gladly take the strongest shot you can muster, asshole. But I'm not just going to let you land it. You want to hit me? You'll have to earn it.” Chloe was more than happy to do just that and would've promised as much to the other brunette if Sylvia hadn't reared back and SLAPPED her across the mouth! Castillo had expected shrill histrionics from her foe immediately following the Bitch Slap, so she was surprised (albeit not nearly as pleased) as everyone else in attendance when Strawberry soaked it up and SLAPPED her right back!
“That's what you get!” Fields barked over the roar of the crowd. “And here's something else for your troubles, big mouth!” A trio of Forearm Smashes administered flush to her chest kept Castillo from remaining in the ropes when Chloe snatched hold of one wrist and sent her on her way with an Irish Whip. Sylvia twisted around to hit the ropes back-first and Chloe instinctively set her feet awaiting the other lightweight's return, only it never came because Castillo hooked her arms over the top rope to bring her momentum to a grinding halt.
“I can't decide what's weaker, your slaps or your insults. You do know this is a competition, don't you?”
Chloe answered by rushing across the ring to lash out with a Clothesline that would've sent SIC tumbling to the floor if the second generation superstar hadn't doubled over and shoved her right shoulder into the Upstart's trim tummy. Bracing her hands against Fields' thighs even as the other brunette crumpled atop her back, Sylvia straightened up at top speed to launch her foe up and over with a startlingly high Back Body Drop that shot Chloe into the lights before dropping her to a calamitous collison far bel—NO! Fields adjusted in midair, caught hold of the top rope in both hands and pulled herself in to land safely on the narrow ledge of ring apr—'OOOHHHH!' from the FAWNatics when Castillo (who's back was still to the ropes) hooked an ankle over the bottom rope and pulled it toward her only to let it twang back into position the instant Chloe touched down!
The rebounding cable struck the highflyer in the ankles and she lost her balance, Fields going from an effortless dismount to desperate dangling in the span between heartbeats! “You'll soon discover that safe landings are few and far between in my presence.” Sylivia remarked before pounding a few quick punches into her foe's vulnerable midriff. “Now if you're done fooling around,” she reached under the top rope and snatched a huge double handful of hair, “I can show you a much quicker way to endure lasting head trauma.”
Chloe certainly wasn't into head trauma of any kind, though she didn't seem to have much choice in the matter when SIC dragged her through the ropes and into a Standing Headscissors. Cinching her arms around the Upstart's waist, Castillo gouged knotted fists into that fluttering tummy, then hoisted her burden upside down and immediately dropped to a seat to THWHONK the crown of her head against the deck with a Snap Piledriver!
SNAP PILEDRIVER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=jqM2y2RDgak
Chloe went straight as a tent spike only to slop out flat on her back in a defenseless starfish. The heel-supporting contingent urged SIC to go for a cover, though they were hardly disappointed when Castillo instead swung into a seat above the other brunette's noggin and deftly threaded her legs around the Upstart's neck. With her right shin tucked into the pit of her left knee, Sylvia balanced on her right forearm and hip while grabbing hold of her right ankle so she could squeeeeeeeeeeze the gammy garotte that much tighter. Hands flailing as she was crushed between the triangle of thighs and pelvis, Fields swatted at her attacker's kneepads, but could gain no real traction.
FIGURE FOUR HEADSCISSORS:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=uRHkTmZ4gOY
“Ask her.” Castillo said to Al after perhaps five seconds of flailing. “And don't let her nod. I want to hear her say it.”
Carpenter had the good sense not to roll his eyes, though it took more effort than he cared to admit. “What do you say, Chloe? Want to call it a ni--”
“NO!” the Pink Tornado was perfectly cogent despite the crush of Castillo's sinister stems. “I'm not about to tap out to legs that aren't strong enough to get this punk off the canvaSOOOOOWWW HAIR! HAIR!”
Having hunched forward into a more comfortable seat directly behind her adversary, Castillo smoothed out Chloe's long ponytail with both hands just so she could wrap it around one fist and pull hard enough to make the other brunette beat her heels against the canvas! Such a brazen infraction meant the official was well within his rights to simply start a count, but Al chose to issue a warning if only to get a better grip on how Castillo responded to such orders.
“Off her hair, Sylvia. Now.”
SIC did as bade and smoothed down her own dark locks before setting both hands on the mat and boosting her buns into the air to put even more strain on the Headscissors. Lips curled up in a small smile as she continued to crush Chloe's noggin, Castillo abruptly jounced in place half a dozen times before she hoisted herself even higher than before. Nodding in satisfaction as Fields pounded and pulled at her kneepads, Sylvia demanded, “Give it up, loser. You're helpless here on the mat and we both know--” The blue-clad brunette trailed off in angry silence when Chloe curled her fingers into talons and gouged 'em into the rookie's thighs.
“Gonna point your butt at the lights, jerk.” she promised. “Gonna stack you up nice and tight and keep you there until Al makes me let you gOEEERRRRGGHHHHH!”
A frowning Sylvia returned her tush to the mat so she could take Chloe's nose between thumb and forefinger and twist it as hard as she could! “What're you gonna do?” Castillo sneered as she compounded Fields' misery by returning to the hair-pull and repeatedly THWHAPPING the heel of her left boot into the other brunette's tummy. “Just what the hell do you think you're going to do when I've got you stuck in place like a cockroach on a piWHOOOAAAH!”
Sylvia's additional hooks had made the Headscissors more painful, yet they'd also provided Chloe with the leverage she needed to force a way out, as SIC discovered when the wriggling Upstart rolled onto her belly in a single sinuous movement. Bracing her hands against the mat so she could wrench her head free of the other brunette's trap, Fields somersaulted into a heavy seat on the small of her attacker's back and only felt slightly guilty about the big ol' handful of hair she used to yank Sylvia's head off the mat.
“Grrrrhhh... let go of my hair, punkRRRRGGHHHHHHH!”
Chloe did, but only so she could snatch hold of Castillo's biceps and pull them back over the tawny planes of her thighs. Soon as that was done Strawberry cupped both hands under her foe's chin and CRAAAAAAAAAANKED back on a Camel Clutch! “How do you like it, huh?” Fields bounced her pert backside against Castillo's vulnerable buns to emphasize the point. “No wait, don't tell me. Al! Ask her how she likes it here on the mat? Then ask her if she taps--”
CAMEL CLUTCH:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Kp03mLaNnDE
“Don't waste my time.” Sylvia growled as she slapped the sides of Chloe's thighs in an effort to get an arm free. “I didn't cross an ocean to lose to a human cartoon like yoOOORRRRGGHHHHHH!”
Chloe rocked back on her heels and yanked all the harder. She might not challenge Amara Singh for Queen of the Clutch anytime soon, yet there was no denying the efficacy of her hold was stamped all over Castillo's agonized features. “What do you say, Sylvia?” Carpenter asked after a long, pained silence. “Just say the word and--”
Sylvia shook her head ferociously 'no' so Fields gave her chin a final yank, then let loose just to put both hands to the back of the other brunette's head and push down while simultaneously sliding forward. The result was a deft little pinning predicament that left Castillo stacked high on her shoulders with her shoulders pinned beneath Chloe's thighs, the pink-clad lovely boosted into a defiant push-up as she counted along with Carpenter's...
ONE...
TWO...
Castillo squirmed out of her dilemma with a tick to spare, moving in a kneeling position at Fields’ feet, the newbie absently grasping at the base of her backbone. Chloe, quickly to all fours, shot a glance and a Mule Kick behind her, the boot finding the tip of Sylvia’s jaw. SIC’s head snapped back from the precise punctuation by the Upstart’s educated feet.
The Mexican grappler’s body sagged limp on her haunches, chin dipped to her chest. Chloe vaulted to vertical, raced to the ropes and rebounded. Using the warp speed her lithe frame could create, she closed the space between and Berry OBLITERATED the rookie with another Shining Wizard, perhaps one of the Harry Potter variety, Castillo learning speed killed in FAWN as much as anywhere else in the sports world.
SHINING WIZARD II:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=axMwm35qBxo
The Upstart Army was ready for the pin and the win, but Fields had something else in mind.
She turned to the crowd, pumping her fist, getting most of the sellout throng behind her. With those assembled roaring, Chloe climbed to a seat on the top buckle, behind a wearily but stubbornly rising SIC.
The confused rookie blinked her dark eyes wide, trying to clear them and find her foe, not knowing she’s poised to attack from behind. Clueless, Castillo’s on a platter for the acrobatic artist. Chloe leapt from her perch, grabbing Sylvia’s shoulders, pressing her knees into the ruda’s lower back, and letting gravity finish the recipe for her signature Strawberry Jam.
STRAWBERRY JAM:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=bni0ISoO7UA
The Backstabber from the middle rope left her fellow Latina jellied in front of the Pink Tornado.
“That feel like it came from a cartoon?”
Chloe dove across her splattered opponent in a Lateral Press, hooking the far leg for good measure and collecting the…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOO!
The FAWN neophyte kept her inaugural match alive by scant inches as Carpenter’s palm halted about as far from the canvas as Castillo lifted her shoulder up.
Fields cast a disparaging eye toward Al who earnestly held but two fingers aloft.
A rising Strawberry offered a disapproving ‘hmmph’. She returned her attention to the lightweight comp and was surprised to see Sylvia ascending, if in wobbly fashion. Fields turned to the ropes behind her and hopped to the middle cable while grasping the top. She bounded from the rubber-coated steel in a U-turn to deliver a Springboard Shortkick to Sylvia’s face.
SPRINGBOARD ROUNDHOUSE KICK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=aFbcmW6XwJk
BUT…as Chloe swung her right leg through, Castillo ducked under, avoiding the Upstart’s wrath. The one-time Cirque de Soleil star landed nimbly despite missing, yet by the time she completed a pirouette to face the Mexican, Castillo’s ready with a Toe Kick deep into the tawny tummy of her adversary.
Doubled and gasping, Chloe managed no defense as SIC tugged her lowered noggin into a Front Facelock, tossed a limp arm of Fields across the back of her neck and launched her foe up and over at lightning speed with a Snap Suplex. True to her south-of-the-border roots, the nasty collision of spine to canvas wasn't the last for Chloe. SIC floated over with Fields still in her possession, rose and repeated the wickedly speedy trip to the deck. And Castillo proved bad luck came in threes, in this case from her amigos, as she sent Chloe hurtling, this time with a release version. The Upstart THUMPED into the mat and slid a few feet to add a little butt burn to her jarred spinal column.
BAD LUCK COMES IN THREES:
www.youtube.com/shorts/a7C_k65jcBU
Picking the pink from between her glutes, Chloe ended in an arched position, grasping at her lower vertebrae after freeing her spandex. Sylvia kipped to her feet and approached in predatory fashion to push her advantage. But the Upstart showed her endurance, pressing her slight but sinewy legs high, kipping to a 'rana that sent SIC on a little flipping trip of her own.
Kip-up rana:
www.youtube.com/shorts/a7C_k65jcBU
With both women down and hurting, drawing in deep breaths, the crowd pushed off the edge of their collective seat and lets loose with a ‘THIS…IS…AWESOME’ chant, an enormous compliment for a rookie and a woman fighting to stay off FAWN’s YouTube channel.
Together, each slight but fierce flyweight started to rise, the fans cheering them on. As each reached their boot soles, Chloe took off like a shot and decked Sylvia with a Clothesline. SIC scrambled back to her feet, only to be flattened by another Lariat from the Pink Tornado. But when Berry tried to complete a three-spot of her own, a risen Castillo was there with a pivot and a raised knee to Fields’ navel. Chloe’s face clenched in pain as a large exhalation escaped her lips.
The ruda snatched Chole’s wrists, crossing her foe’s arms, then tugged her forward before spinning with her straightjacket grip. Sylvia laid out, attempting to snap the Upstart’s neck over a shoulder with her SIC Neckbreaker.
SIC NECKBREAKER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=_Z27F5tB1DM
The dark-haired rookie spun and crawled to a spot atop Fields, pinning her to the canvas full-body style, Castillo adding a grapevine of Berry’s legs to keep her foe flat to the mat for the…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOO!
The stubborn Fields pushed a shoulder off the deck, drawing a sneer from the Mexican.
“Let’s see if we can’t teach you to keep that shoulder down.” SIC growled as she rose.
Castillo bent Chloe’s right arm so the elbow was pointed to the rafters and pinned it there with a foot on the Upstart’s hand. Lifting her free leg, she let it hover over the vulnerable wing, Strawberry shaking her head, squeaking out a pleading ‘no’. The appeal didn't register with the rookie, Sylvia jumping and sending a stomp to the raised bicep and inner elbow, attempting to incapacitate Chloe for the rest of the fight with her and her mother’s signature Demon’s Stomp.
DEMON'S STOMP:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=EBA2A-1td_U
A howling Chloe rolled from side to side, cradling her searing limb, dark eyes welling.
The predatory smirk on Sylvia was disconcerting to any attentive member of the Upstart Army and the FAWNatics didn't wait long for the reason behind SIC’s smile. Grasping her foe’s right arm at the wrist, Castillo yanked a yelping Berry to her feet. Sylvia lifted it high and twisted beneath, pulling it behind the back of the Tornado in a Hammerlock.
But the ingenuity of the rookie was yet to be on full display. Castillo slipped beside Fields’ left, forced the captured acrobat through a forward tumble and came out the other side with her SIC Bitch, a grounded Octopus Stretch that had Chloe sobbing within her torturous pose.
SIC BITCH:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=gLB3bObufkc
Carpenter dropped in front of Fields and offered Strawberry a way out. Chloe cried out in the negative but seemed completely at the Mexican’s mercy. Desperation forcing the Upstart to find a way, Berry puts boot soles to the canvas and pushed in reverse, maneuvering Sylvia onto her shoulders.
Al didn't notice until Chloe screams ‘PIN’. Only then did the man jump into action, slapping the canvas for…
ONE…
TWO…
Sylvia released her SIC Bitch, rolling away and popping to her feet while a mewling Chloe hurriedly massaged her right elbow.
“Seems you're down an arm.” Castillo smirked to the other brunette. “Heavens, I hope the fans don't go in search of another tumbling clown when they realize your little floor show isn't what it used to be.”
The hurt on Chloe's face hardened to steel as she clambered to her feet. “I'd be more concerned with Bethany suffering some severe buyer's remorse over all those zeroes she put in your contract after she watches me pin your mean little ass in the middle of this ring.”
Sylvia's dark eyes narrowed to angry slots. “Disposition has nothing to do with it, Fields. I could be far kinder than a giggling idiot like you deserves and I'd still kick your ass over every inch of this ring. Cartwheels, hand-springs, and back-flips may do wonders for circus clowns, but they'll only get you hurt in--”
Fields stepped in and lashed out with her left hand meaning to slap the taste out of Castillo's mouth so she was quite chagrined when the newcomer grabbed hold of her wrist at the last second. “Aren't you precious when you're angry.” she murmured, then earned 'OOOOOOHHH's' from the crowd when she planted a quick smooch on her opponent's palm. “Like a teddy bear that's learned to furrow its eyebrowsSSNNGGHH!”
Fields' right arm wasn't in the best of shape at the moment, but there was nothing wrong with her legs, as SIC discovered when the Upstart sprang up and THWHUNKED a High Knee into her forehead! Castillo stumbled hard, went down on one knee and immediately rose to her full height only for the Pink Tornado to greet her with a picture perfect Hurricanrana! Legs 'smecked' shut around the other brunette's head, Fields popped her hips and flipped Sylvia over onto her back, the blue-clad battler voicing an audible 'OOOFFFHH!' when Chloe's pert buns smashed against her chest. Yet far more concerning to the ingenue was the snug mount that followed, as Fields deftly hooked one leg for a Half Matchbook while she pressed the palm of her free hand to Castillo's forehead for a count of...
HURRICANRANA:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=CnupCytsmME
ONE...
TWO...
THRNOOOO!
Syl bucked Chloe off her perch with half a second to spare and immediately scrambled to verticality to--“UUNNNGGH!”
Fields was up a half tic ahead and that was all the time she needed to THWHAP a hard Back Kick into the pit of the other lightweight's stomach! Castillo crumpled to her knees in gut-shot anguish, which meant Chloe got to prime the clapping section before she ran the ropes and came back at top speed, the diminutive dynamo leaving her feet for the third time in less than a minute to catch SIC's noggin between her legs again. No pin this time however, Chloe only torqued her hips and came down on her belly to THWHUNK the penitent brunette's noggin with a makeshift Facebuster!
FACEBUSTER 'RANA @ 00:44
www.youtube.com/watch?v=JWywTVvN0nM
Sylvia tumbled over onto her back in perfect position to be pinned, but Fields bypassed the opportunity in favor of hauling her opposition upright with a double handful of hair. Though not often known for her sass game, Berry proved quite capable in that regard when she planted a taunting smooch on Castillo's forehead and chided, “Who's hurtin' now, jerk?” Then she twisted around, caught Sylvia in a Three Quarters Facelock and took to the skies in a gorgeous back-flip that brought her down on her tummy behind Castillo while simultaneously THWHAMMING the rookie down flat on the back of her head and shoulders! Caught flush by the Asai DDT, SIC offered no resistance when Chloe scooted forward and sat full force on her chest and collected both legs in a Reverse Matchbook that kept the brunette's buns pointed toward the lights for...
ACAI DDT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=_ZQaEKC2gls
ONE...
TWO...
THRENOOOOOOOO!
Sylvia slithered loose with a whisper to spare, much to the disgust of the FAWNatics. Fields however remained in high spirits, indeed she was all smiles as she pulled Castillo off the deck with a Wristlock. “C'mon cutie!” she teased. “You were making fun of the circus so much, but you haven't even seen the best part yeNGH!”
Sylvia flicked out a quick, hard slap that put the other brunette's head on a swivel. “Shut your mouth.” she growled. “Or I'll make sure they have to wire your jaWNGH!”
Chloe SLAPPED her back, though she did so with her right hand and it caused a jolt of pain to run all the way up to her shoulder. Even so, she reapplied the Wristlock, then stepped back and sent Castillo rushing toward the corner with an Irish—NO! Sylvia planted her feet, applied her own Wristlock and sent the Pink Tornado to the buckles in her place. Fields took it all in stride, indeed she didn't miss a beat as she rushed in and 'walked' up the strands to the high rent district where she leapt off and twisted around in a gorgeous rebound Crossbody that—Sylvia simply walked out of her foe's path, the second generation superstar shaking her head like 'nah' even as Chloe THAWHAMMED down on the recently vacated canvas!
“Oh, you're booing now?” Castillo scoffed to the crowd as she strolled around her flattened opponent while occasionally pausing to dish out some well-placed stomps. “You idiots need to stop lying to yourselves and admit you're never happier than in the moments after you've witnessed some calamity. Because seeing this little trapeze artist writhing on the canvas at my feet,” Sylvia paused to deliver another rude stomp to the Upstart's vulnerable buns, “reminds you that you're still alive, if only just barely.”
More jeers from the FAWNatics went unremarked as Castillo helped herself to a double handful of hair so she could scrape her adversary off the mat. Quick to wedge Chloe's head beneath her left arm, SIC carefully hooked that limb over the other brunette's upper back and wedged it beneath her biceps to get Chloe's arms out of the way with a sort of single-arm Double Underhook. In the next moment she reached down with her right hand and caught Fields' behind the left knee, all the better to hoist her upside down in an awkward looking bundle that grew infinitely more unpleasant when the newcomer simply dropped to one knee and THAWHUNKED the posted joint into the base of Berry's skull!
THE BLACK DOLL'S IMBROGLIO:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=JobXgdpDZIA
Chloe tumbled loose in a boneless sprawl, the brunette landing hard on her shoulder and hip before tumbling over to her back. She'd barely come to a stop when Sylvia peeled her off the mat and wedged her into a Standing Headscissors. Wrapping her arms around the other brunette's waist, Castillo dipped her knees and muscled Fields up onto the point of her right shoulder in what could've been a Canadian Backbreaker if she hadn't immediately hooked her arms under Chloe's biceps and sank into a deep crouch to brace her foe's shins against her upper thighs. Gory Special complete, SIC alternately flexed and relaxed her arms to put more stress on Fields' shoulders while also bouncing in place to wrench her spine out of alignment.
“You ready to tap out, loser?” Castillo asked after she'd turned in a careful circle that showed off Chloe's tawny frame to the whole arena. “Or do I have to show these people you're a contortionist as well as an acrobat?”
“NO!” Chloe shook her head repeatedly to confirm there was no mistake. “No I don't submit! And I'm not an acrobat, you jerk! I'm a wrestler!”
Now it was Sylvia's turn to shake her head, though her pace was much slower, and her dark eyes gleamed with malice. “No, Fields. You're an acrobat. A performer. I'm the only wrestler in this ring.”
“The hell you NUHHHEERRRGGHHHHHHH!”
Sylvia unhooked her right arm from around Chloe's left while still retaining possession of the right arm via a stern Wristlock. Controlling the throbbing limb in a death-grip, she carefully drew it out from behind her head and stretched it out against her own chest so she could snake her right arm around Fields' throat and then—Sylvia hunkered forward to CRAAAAAAAAAAANK the Upstart's spine with the hellacious stretch known as El Ramo Sangriento!
EL RAMO SANGRIENTO:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=PeLoTZ8-vKA
Even those that'd seen Castillo's work elsewhere cringed along with the folks witnessing the brunette's signature stretch in action for the first time, seeing poor Chloe wrenched into a gawdawful arch was just too much to bear in stoic silence. “OOOOOOHHHHHH GAAAAAAAHH!” Fields wailed louder than anyone as the nasty brunette bent her in ways the human body was not meant to endure for very long, if at all. RRRGGHHHHH STAAAAAAAAAAAAHP!”
Castillo nodded like she understood only to violently jounce her opponent up and down before leaning forward even farther than before! “I'll let you go when you quit, Fields.” she said with a nasty smile. “Do you quit?”
Chloe bit her lip and started to refuse, only to groan, “YES! YES! YES! I SUBMIT, JUST LET ME GOOOO!”
Sylvia straightened up and tossed her burden away, Fields hitting the deck with a heavy thud that was utterly obscured by the CLANG of the bell and the confirmation of the Announcer. “Ladies and gentlemen, your winner via submission... SYLVIA IVELISSE CASTILLO!”
Al had thought the new arrival might snarl when he went to raise her hand, but Sylvia didn't do anything than plant a boot atop Chloe's shuddering hip. “Tell me Mr. Carpenter.” she asked once the ritual was properly observed. “What do you think of my work?”
“Very effective.” he replied after a moment. “Very thorough.”
“How diplomatic of you.” she murmured. “Well if you're not comfortable telling me the truth, I hope you'll speak more freely when the other lightweights inevitably ask. Let them scout all they want, nothing they learn will be of any value until they're actually sharing a ring with me. And by then it's already too late.”
WHAT THE HELL:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=tQmEd_UeeIk&feature=player_embedded
A frisky Fields entered from stage left, bouncing with the infectious pop beat, the crowd craning their necks toward the stage to gather an eyeful of the bubbly brunette.
Their delicious Berry was a tawny wisp of a woman; all big dark doe eyes, chestnut ponytail and cherubic girlish features. Chloe paced from one side of the stage to the other, waving enthusiastically.
CHLOE FIELDS:
The diminutive Upstart joyfully gyrates, offering a few familiar pumped fists in time with Avril’s accompaniment.
As she headed down the aisle, a wide grin and slapping hands encouraged the love from her very own division of the Upstart Army. And the noise grew all the louder when the Announcer tried to match the FAWNatics’ fervor for her arrival.
“Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to Red, White, & Bruised! Our opening contest is scheduled for one fall with a twenty minute time limit. Introducing first... hailing from Boca Raton, Florida, she stands at five feet two inches tall and weighs in at one hundred and nine pounds, this is CHLOE...STRAWBERRY...FIELDS!”
Never one to shirk her colors, Fields was garbed in a pink and black ruffled two piece with mini-skirt bottoms. Pink boots (with black laces) and pads sealing the deal. It’s attire certainly meeting mass approval, as it had so many times before.
As Strawberry reached the ring, she took a lap, making acquaintance with the front row ticket purchasers. Her deep brown eyes were focused but maintained a friendly flash.
Chloe reached the steps and sauntered up, her music fading as she proceeded halfway down the length of the ring, wrapped her arms around the uppermost cable, and back flipped over the top, landing nimbly to a roar from the FAWNatics.
Berry’s concentration was evident as tonight was ultra-important business. A victory placed an essential ‘W’ on her Pay-Per-View scoresheet, moving her back up the crowded lightweight ladder.
Fields moved to her corner and climbed to the middle strands, looking out on the assembled throng. She offered the fans an ovation they quickly returned a thousand-fold.
A familiar “CHLO-EEE” chant rippled through the crowd as Strawberry’s attention turned to the upper stage and her imminent opponent.
Fields leapt off the cables, spinning in a 180, landing lightly in a slight crouch, then shadow boxing, perhaps ready to bring some thunder with her customary lightning.
The crowd quieted as Chloe's anthem faded into the background. Not silence of course, the FAWN Arena was never silent, this was a curious, expectant sort of hum that only made its presence known when some question was about to find an answer. 鄭nd introducing her opponent,hailing from San Juan Romero in Coahuila, Mexico, she stands at five feet two inches tall and weighs in tonight at one hundred and thirteen pounds. Ladies and gentlemen, making her very first appearance in the FAWN Arena, this is SYLVIA IVELISSE CASTILLO!”
RED RIGHT HAND:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=5QZlUpgTRtg
A soft, somber combination of piano and drums rose to the rafters and was soon joined by an intrigued buzz and more than a few enthusiastic jeers. The former were almost assuredly from those unaware of the ingenue's r驀sum驀 while the latter was all too aware of her work in Europe. Whatever their reason, the noise only grew louder when the woman in question strode through the curtain in time with the first verse of Nell Smith & the Flaming Lips' cover of 'Red Right Hand'.
SYLVIA IVELISSE CASTILLO:
Castillo paused at the top of the ramp, not to take in the enormity of the place or to bask in the moment, but rather to let her dark eyes flit this way and that, the ingenue seemingly in search of some vector or contingency that needed factoring in before slipping through the ropes tonight. Whether or not she found what she was looking for was destined to remain a mystery as the brunette started down the ramp without so much as a word.
A primer for those of you who don't follow the UK and European scene: All of twenty years old, she'd arrived in England two years ago well trained in the more grounded, submission based aspects of Lucha Libre. Complete immersion in British Strong Style followed, with Castillo favoring the discipline's heavy striking element as well as its meticulous focus on targeting a specific limb or body-part. The time spent there did not see her capture any singles gold, however she'd quickly made a name for herself as one to watch and an extremely gifted technician. These qualities had endeared her to certain wrestling nerds, but not the casual fans, especially not after she'd laid a vicious mauling on non other than 'Sensational' Shea London shortly before Bethany Christian announced her FAWN signing.
If joining the premiere women's wrestling promotion in North America concerned Castillo in the slightest it certainly didn't show during her walk to the squared circle. The lithe little brunette was strictly business as she slid under the bottom rope and pushed to one knee. On her feet immediately thereafter, she strode to the nearest corner and mounted the second turnbuckle to a round of boos that grew all the louder when she raised an index finger to her ear.
For tonight's match against the high-flying Upstart, SIC wore a classic fightin' Prussian blue one-piece with white accents and an additional cutout across her lower back and flanks that gave the impression of a two-piece from certain angles. Her pads and wrist tape were matte black and her boots were also black, though they were polished to a gleaming shine. Apparently unimpressed by the noise produced by the Orlando regulars, Castillo brushed them off with the flick of a wrist, then hopped down and settled into the buckles. Referee Algernon Carpenter came over to check her pads and boots and while Castillo made no efforts to hamper his efforts, she never once looked in his direction. The brunette's dark eyes were trained on Chloe Fields and no one else.
Chloe began to clap when the bell sounded and it wasn't long before the whole of the FAWN Arena echoed with the thrumming beat of that palm-powered percussion. Over in the opposite corner Sylvia most certainly did not clap. Indeed she responded to the noise with nothing more than a quick, irritated grimace. Annoyance aside, the noise didn't seem to bother the newcomer in the slightest and she matched Fields step for step as the pink-clad lass made her way to the center of the squared circle.
Hands raised in a grappler's crouch now that clapping duties were properly delegated, Chloe considered offering a fist to her adversary before she noted the flat coldness in Sylvia's dark eyes. Those eyes proclaimed their owner was here for competition rather than camaraderie so Fields gave her some of the former by lunging into a quick Collar & Elbow Lock-Up! Sylvia welcomed her enthusiastically and the nimble brunettes went up on tiptoe as each tried to impose her will on the other. Castillo was a few pounds heavier, but it was Fields who initiated the grapple and that bit of momentum forced her foe back a few steps which soon turned into a full retreat when Strawberry dug in her heels and began to march Sylvia toward the ro—Castillo shifted one hand from Chloe's collarbone to her mouth where she promptly scrubbed her heel back 'n forth across those surprised lips!
Chloe cried out in surprise, which gave way to dismay as Castillo swung them through a half circle so she could march the pink-clad beauty the rest of the way into the strands. With the ropes pressing close against her back and butt, Fields had every right to call for a break, yet something about the unprovoked heel-scrubbing bothered her more than she cared to admit, so she gave Sylvia a taste of that same treatment! Eyes reflecting the delight otherwise masked by the tyro's encroaching hand, Fields scrubbed a little harder when Castillo did the same, then tacked on a short, sharp SLAP to her cheek when Al Carpenter hurried over and said, “All right ladies, let's have a clean break and get this back to center, ok?”
Considering the aggression of their first clench, Chloe had expected Sylvia to work the count as much as possible, so she was admittedly surprised when the other brunette raised her hands to shoulder level and stepped off without so much as a 'ONE!' counted. It crossed Fields' mind that she might've misjudged the tyro, so as a show of good faith she raised her own hands—CRACK!
'Oooooooohhh's!' then boos from those gathered for Red, White, & Bruised when the second generation savant flicked out a whip-crack Bitch Slap that turned Chloe's head to one side!
“Thought you'd be quicker.” Castillo muttered over the crowd noise as retreated to the middle of the ring. “Someone who dresses in a pink that garish HAS to be light on her feet to avoid the beatings she so richly deserNGH!”
Fields exploded forward, took to the skies and THWHAPPED both heels offa her opponent's chin in a blink and you'll miss it Dropkick! The shot knocked Sylvia to the deck, but adrenaline was a helluva drug and she bounced up just in time for Chloe to rush in with her left arm extended for a Clothesli—NO! Fields whipped 'round behind her opponent, hooked her right arm over Castillo's neck and dropped to a seat to THWHUMP the other brunette down flat with a gorgeous Sling Blade!
SLING BLADE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=YITQLFcKFpg
SIC hit hard and bounced to a seat, both arms wrapped around the back of her head until Fields stretched her out flat and delivered a stiff SLAP to the tummy to make sure she'd stay there. On her feet before that swat had finished echoing through the cheap seats, Chloe ran the ropes and came back with a full head of steam, the Upstart leaving her feet in a gorgeous leap that culminated in a smooth tuck 'n ro—Castillo tumbled toward her attacker to get out of range of the Standing 450, an evasion that would've registered as more impressive if Chloe hadn't adjusted in mid-descent to land on her feet with a cheeky little 'no, no, no!' finger waggle for the crowd. She returned her attention to Sylvia half a heartbeat later and was startled to find the ingenue bearing down on her, not in a headlong charge but a Lock-Up even more aggressive than the one that'd started the match!
No face scrubbing during the second verse, Castillo simply snatched a huge handful of her foe's dark hair and used it to lead her over to the ropes. This time there was no immediate break, Sylvia continued to press forward as she shifted her other hand to Chloe's chin and puuuuuuuuussssshed her head backward at an awkward angle.
“Knock it off, Sylvia!” Carpenter ordered as soon as he drew in close. “I know you know better than that.”
“Then you also know that I know exactly how much time I'm allowed in these circumstances.” she said without even looking at him. “If you want the acrobat free, you'll stop whining and start counting.”
Al didn't think he was was whining in the slightest, but such arguing would've meant more suffering for Chloe so he did as bade and began to count, “ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR!”
Castillo released without further comment, though she didn't oblige the ref or her adversary with a particularly clean break. Instead she snatched hold of the other brunette's left wrist and STAMPED in place while simultaneously giving the limb a violent shake! Fields cried out, then cried out again when Sylvia segued to a perfect Arm Wringer that put even more pressure on the Upstart's aching should—CRACK!
The rookie had something nefarious in mind for Fields' limb, alas she never got to carry it out because Chloe lunged out of the strands with a huge Bitch Slap to repay the one she'd so recently endured! Sylvia's head snapped backward, her hair leading the way in a dark cloud that perfectly illustrated the stank Fields put on the blow. Yet the tyro was clearly possessed of some tenacity because she didn't abandon the Wristlock despite the power of her Chloe's swat.
Not that this perturbed Fields at all, indeed she seemed to be grateful for the tether as she pivoted and grabbed hold of the top rope with her slappin' hand. Dipping her knees a bit, Strawberry leapt up and twisted over in a gorgeous back-flip that alleviated the pressure of the Wristlock and earned an impressed cheer from the--“NNNNGGHHHH!”
Castillo lashed out with a kick that caught Chloe across the ankles just as she returned to terra firma. As a result the normally effortless landing collapsed into an ugly collision, the former Cirque de Soleil prospect rocked by the unpleasant sensation of lightning racing up her tailbone when she landed flat on her butt! Ignoring the welt on her own cheek in favor of plunging both hands into the grounded grappler's hair, Sylvia yanked Chloe to verticality and dragged her clear of the ropes before she could regain her equilibrium.
Already close, Carpenter warned about the hair-hold immediately so SIC switched over to a Chinlock, then twisted around so they were back to ba—Sylvia went down on one knee, a sharp, abrupt motion that yanked Fields off her feet and THWHONKED the base of her skull against the posted joint!
NECKBREAKER ON KNEE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=X8-Hlhz_SNY
Chloe landed on her butt for the second time in a matter of seconds, which probably explained why she so quickly twisted to a less painful position on one knee. But what provided relief for her aching haunches only made her head a more tempting target, as she and the FAWNatics discovered when Sylvia rushed in and THWONKED her right knee offa her opponent's cheek!
SIC KNEELIFT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=LIYvemAgrgQ
Fields collapsed in a heap, the urgent calls of her supporters not strong enough to break through the fog that currently clouded her thoughts. As for Castillo, she could've gone for a cover, instead she took a moment to adjust her knee-pad before helping herself to another double handful of hair. Boos from those assembled when the blue-clad brunette simply draaaaaaaaaaagged her prey across the canvas toward the nearest corner and their displeasure only grew louder when louder when Syl hauled Chloe to her knees and set her chest-first against the middle turnbuckle.
Huffing with amusement as she carefully draped the other brunette's arms over the rubber-coated steel, Castillo laid claim to her opponent's wrists before she braced her right foot against the nape of Chloe's neck and pushed forward while also yanking backward in a particularly nasty twist on the Surfboard! “AAAARRRRRHHHHHH!” Chloe shrieked back to life as she tried to wriggle her way out of the agonizing predicament. “ROPES!” she shouted to the official. “MAKE HER BREAK IT, I'M IN THE ROPES!”
No argument there so Al walked up beside his charges and began to count, “ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR!”
Sylvia released on time, though her expression suggested she was less than pleased. “What, no warning? How soon 'til I'm afforded some common courtesy?”
“You'll get it as soon as you heed a warning.” Carpenter countered blandly.
“Not worth it.”
Shooing him out of the way with an impatient flick of the wrist, Sylvia raced to the opposite corner where she wheeled about and headed back the way she'd came. The subsequent leap didn't have nearly the hang time of Chloe's efforts, yet it was hard to debate the efficacy thereof considering it ended with the newcomer THWHUMPING both knees between Chloe's shoulders! Castillo bounced away and Fields did too, though while the former raced off to the next corner, the latter only twisted around and crumpled into a seat against the bottom rope. She was still trying to gather her senses when Sylvia returned and shot in low, the lithe little lightweight putting every bit of her hundred and thirteen pounds into the Back Elbow she SMASHED into Chloe's cheek!
EXISTENTIAL DREAD:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=iIYWM0sc2pY
Floored by the force of this Existential Dread, Strawberry offered little more than a groan when SIC took hold of both ankles and hauled her out to the middle of the ring where she promptly folded the other brunette in half with a Matchbook good for the...
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Fields unfurled from beneath the rookie, avoiding a calamitous loss. Already on the edge of relevancy, if Chloe lost to someone wrestling their first match, headed to ‘dark match’ hell was where she'd be.
Still, potentially concussive blows didn’t wear off easily, even from newbies, and Strawberry was more than a little off-balance as she rolled to her feet. A risen Sylvia locked a two-handed grip on her foe’s left arm. Castillo quickly spun under the raised limb of the Upstart, moving side-by-side. The Mexican grappler locked her near leg around that of Fields and collected Chloe’s far arm, securing Berry in an Arm Trap Abdominal Stretch.
ARM TRAP ABDOMINAL STRETCH:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=qOLTklwaFuo
SIC shredded on the tawny tummy of Fields, drawing yelps of pain with her submission hold, the rookie playing to the strengths that got her a contract in the foremost women’s wrestling federation. Despite her size, no high-flyer was SIC, instead working the pink-garbed aerialist like a part-time job on the canvas.
Sylvia reefed back on the Armbar above, Chloe’s slender midriff extended farther by undeniable skill rarely seen in a first match. Al dropped to a crouch in front of the wincing Upstart, asking if she wanted to surrender. Fields shook her head.
“No…no…no,” Strawberry pledged in a staccato burst.
It’s convincing enough a refusal for Castillo to release, spin the grimacing Chloe toward her, and latch onto Fields’ right arm, then lay out and force Chloe to collide with the canvas, trying to pop Strawberry’s shoulder out of its socket with a Single-Arm DDT.
SINGLE-ARM DDT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=yris70b-Qz4
Sylvia rose to a seated position next to her likewise diminutive foe. The raven-haired grappler reached behind her and collected Chloe’s right leg folding then locking it with a Scissors. With both arms free, Castillo reached up the lithe frame of the lightweight, connecting her hands in a tight S-grip with her left arm wrenching the head of the babyfaced Berry. Trying to bring head to left boot sole, SIC worked her STF until it seemed she might snap Fields in two.
STF:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=IwemWuu7ce4
Realizing the dire straits their favorite faced, the FAWNatics began a ‘Please…don’t…tap’ chant that reverberated through the arena.
SIC scowled at the Upstart Army supporting Miss Pretty in Pink and amped up the pressure until Chole cried out in agony. But what Fields didn't do was capitulate when Carpenter gave her the chance. Fields grunted a not fully convincing ‘no’ and stretched an arm toward the nearby ropes. Her fingers dangled too close for Sylvia's liking so she unhooked from her adversary just to grab an ankle and pull Strawberry to dead center then planning to reapply.
But when SIC tried, a desperate Fields spun to her back, folded her legs, and used them as pistons to shove her fellow Latina off.
Sylvia used the momentum to backpedal to the ropes and rebound, leaping into the air above the Upstart, pointing a sharp elbow toward the cleft of Berry’s modest bosom.
Thankfully for her uneasy army, Chloe rolled out of range of the elbow drop. Castillo planted her bony joint on the thinly-sheathed floorboards. Scrambling to a seated position, the wincing ruda cradled her wounded wing tight, cursing in her native tongue.
But the fast-moving Chloe shut her rookie foe up and down. Racing to the ropes in front of her opponent, the acrobatic Upstart U-turned and dove in a flip over Sylvia’s right shoulder, grabbing Castillo’s noggin on the fly-by and THWAMMING the back of SIC’s skull into the deck with a Flipping Neckbreaker.
FLIPPING NECKBREAKER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=wmvTWZEqjeU
Chloe kipped to her feet but somehow a clambering Castillo was not far behind.
Unfortunately for the rookie, she turned directly into a Spinning Heel Kick from the supple superstar, decking Sylvia so that the back of the Latina’s skull banged against the deck once more, making the attack a doubly effective cranium collision from the new member of the roster.
SPINNING HEEL KICK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Mg5nZ3wne3U
Strawberry dove atop the splayed Sylvia, hooking a leg and stacking the newbie on her shoulders for the...
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Castillo spasmed loose, flopping to her side. Palms pressed to the bridge of her nose, Sylvia reached one knee before confirming her beak wasn't broken.
SIC learned the speed in the big leagues was on another level as Berry hit her third shot in rapid succession, using the lowered location of the rookie as an opportunity for a Shining Wizard Gandalf would be proud of.
SHINING WIZARD @ 00:39
www.youtube.com/watch?v=XEoGTN9y8sw
SIC was left spreadeagled by the knee to her forehead. Fields passed on the pin, instead hustling to the nearest corner. The experienced aerialist climbed the buckles and turned to face her potential splash pad, but the toughness of the ruda was making itself clear, Castillo already struggling to her feet.
With an audible necessary, Chloe motioned for her adversary to rise the rest of the way and when Sylvia unknowingly turned toward her enemy, Strawberry leapt from her penthouse position. Chloe soared across nearly half the ring, her legs leading the way, and she THUMPED both boot soles into Castillo’s chest, SIC sent somersaulting away from the impact.
MISSILE DROPKICK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=jzaob9YjoIw
Reaching the corner from the force of the blow, Sylvia popped to her feet out of the tumble but only remained vertical when her arms draped over the top rope on either side, Castillo’s body slumping, the Mexican learning FAWN was a whole different ballgame.
Moving to the corner opposite her sagging rival, the Pink Tornado sprinted halfway toward her target, then tumbled through the remaining strides, displaying her gymnastic prowess to deliver a leaping Back Elbow.
But…before Berry could land the blow, SIC surged forward and caught Chloe in midair, unprepared to deliver the hammer strike. Snatched in a Reverse Bear Hug by the Mexican, Fields struggled to free herself, squirming and flailing until SIC flapjacked Chloe’s face and chest to the deck. On her knees next to the flattened Upstart, Sylvia shoveled the dazed Fields to her back and pressed tight with a Crossbody pinning predicament, hooking the far leg for insurance.
Carpenter slid into position and clapped the canvas for the…
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Strawberry’s body shuddered and she shook free of Castillo’s effort to end things. She rolled over to prevent a second attempt and was pulled off her chest and up as Sylvia rose with her foe in tow.
Grip tight on Berry’s left shoulder and wrist, Castillo quickly found her position reversed by the slippery Upstart. Chloe sent the mat specialist racing to the opposite cables with an Irish Whip, intent on keeping the match at a breakneck pace.
Sylvia rebounded at full speed toward a charging Chloe. Fields leapfrogged the dipping SIC and both raced to their next set of cables, ready for round two. After simultaneous 180s, each lightweight dashed toward their adversary again.
Great minds thinking alike, both slender, sinewy grapplers leapt into stereo Crossbody Splashes, connecting with a meaty THWUMP, both women plummeting to the canvas after the unforeseen collision.
Rookie and veteran lay starfished on the canvas, knocked both silly and breathless. The woman who wanted it more might take it right here and Sylvia stirred first, flopping to her chest and draping a limp arm across the modest bosom of the Pink Tornado, the flaccid limb remaining there for the…
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THRNOOO!
Delighted exclamations from the supporters of sweetness and light when Fields jerked free of Castillo's arm with half a whisper to spare! Alas, the muscle memory required to escape the cover didn't guarantee an immediate recovery for the pink-favoring brunette, indeed she looked woozy as ever as she rolled away from her adversary in search of a quiet return to verticality.
As for Sylvia, she occupied virtually identical circumstances save for the fact that no one was cheering for her to reclaim a more upright perch. Not that this discomfited her in the slightest, if anything she looked relieved to have the collective attention trained on Chloe rather than herself. Struggling to all fours just as Fields did the same, Castillo crawled over to the ropes and grabbed hold of the second strand to provide an anchor while she clambered to boot-leather.
She'd just regained her footing when Chloe chirped, “It's ok to call for a time-out, you know. These overhead lights are enough to freak anyone out on their first night.” she paused to smile at the other brunette. “But hey, at least I killed all the butterflies in your stomach with that Crossbody, right? That's something at lea--”
“You SORELY overestimate your importance in my thinking.” Sylvia snapped. “To believe I'd be concerned by the gaudy antics of a glorified trapeze artist is as laughable as it is insulting and if you have any sense left in that frilly little brain of yours you'll--” SIC's advice came to an abrupt end when she dipped her torso under the top rope to enforce a break before Chloe, who'd crossed the space between them in what felt like the blink of an eye, could put a rough hand on the newcomer.
Fields didn't advance after Carpenter placed an interposing hand on her tummy, but she sure as hell didn't back up either. Instead she kept her eyes locked on Castillo as she murmured, “You've got a real big mouth for someone who's afraid to take a hit. That's not a combination that guarantees longevity in this locker room.”
Eyes wide with disgust at the notion that she was afraid to take a shot from this trumpery little cartoon character, Castillo slipped back into the squared circle and replied, “I'll gladly take the strongest shot you can muster, asshole. But I'm not just going to let you land it. You want to hit me? You'll have to earn it.” Chloe was more than happy to do just that and would've promised as much to the other brunette if Sylvia hadn't reared back and SLAPPED her across the mouth! Castillo had expected shrill histrionics from her foe immediately following the Bitch Slap, so she was surprised (albeit not nearly as pleased) as everyone else in attendance when Strawberry soaked it up and SLAPPED her right back!
“That's what you get!” Fields barked over the roar of the crowd. “And here's something else for your troubles, big mouth!” A trio of Forearm Smashes administered flush to her chest kept Castillo from remaining in the ropes when Chloe snatched hold of one wrist and sent her on her way with an Irish Whip. Sylvia twisted around to hit the ropes back-first and Chloe instinctively set her feet awaiting the other lightweight's return, only it never came because Castillo hooked her arms over the top rope to bring her momentum to a grinding halt.
“I can't decide what's weaker, your slaps or your insults. You do know this is a competition, don't you?”
Chloe answered by rushing across the ring to lash out with a Clothesline that would've sent SIC tumbling to the floor if the second generation superstar hadn't doubled over and shoved her right shoulder into the Upstart's trim tummy. Bracing her hands against Fields' thighs even as the other brunette crumpled atop her back, Sylvia straightened up at top speed to launch her foe up and over with a startlingly high Back Body Drop that shot Chloe into the lights before dropping her to a calamitous collison far bel—NO! Fields adjusted in midair, caught hold of the top rope in both hands and pulled herself in to land safely on the narrow ledge of ring apr—'OOOHHHH!' from the FAWNatics when Castillo (who's back was still to the ropes) hooked an ankle over the bottom rope and pulled it toward her only to let it twang back into position the instant Chloe touched down!
The rebounding cable struck the highflyer in the ankles and she lost her balance, Fields going from an effortless dismount to desperate dangling in the span between heartbeats! “You'll soon discover that safe landings are few and far between in my presence.” Sylivia remarked before pounding a few quick punches into her foe's vulnerable midriff. “Now if you're done fooling around,” she reached under the top rope and snatched a huge double handful of hair, “I can show you a much quicker way to endure lasting head trauma.”
Chloe certainly wasn't into head trauma of any kind, though she didn't seem to have much choice in the matter when SIC dragged her through the ropes and into a Standing Headscissors. Cinching her arms around the Upstart's waist, Castillo gouged knotted fists into that fluttering tummy, then hoisted her burden upside down and immediately dropped to a seat to THWHONK the crown of her head against the deck with a Snap Piledriver!
SNAP PILEDRIVER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=jqM2y2RDgak
Chloe went straight as a tent spike only to slop out flat on her back in a defenseless starfish. The heel-supporting contingent urged SIC to go for a cover, though they were hardly disappointed when Castillo instead swung into a seat above the other brunette's noggin and deftly threaded her legs around the Upstart's neck. With her right shin tucked into the pit of her left knee, Sylvia balanced on her right forearm and hip while grabbing hold of her right ankle so she could squeeeeeeeeeeze the gammy garotte that much tighter. Hands flailing as she was crushed between the triangle of thighs and pelvis, Fields swatted at her attacker's kneepads, but could gain no real traction.
FIGURE FOUR HEADSCISSORS:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=uRHkTmZ4gOY
“Ask her.” Castillo said to Al after perhaps five seconds of flailing. “And don't let her nod. I want to hear her say it.”
Carpenter had the good sense not to roll his eyes, though it took more effort than he cared to admit. “What do you say, Chloe? Want to call it a ni--”
“NO!” the Pink Tornado was perfectly cogent despite the crush of Castillo's sinister stems. “I'm not about to tap out to legs that aren't strong enough to get this punk off the canvaSOOOOOWWW HAIR! HAIR!”
Having hunched forward into a more comfortable seat directly behind her adversary, Castillo smoothed out Chloe's long ponytail with both hands just so she could wrap it around one fist and pull hard enough to make the other brunette beat her heels against the canvas! Such a brazen infraction meant the official was well within his rights to simply start a count, but Al chose to issue a warning if only to get a better grip on how Castillo responded to such orders.
“Off her hair, Sylvia. Now.”
SIC did as bade and smoothed down her own dark locks before setting both hands on the mat and boosting her buns into the air to put even more strain on the Headscissors. Lips curled up in a small smile as she continued to crush Chloe's noggin, Castillo abruptly jounced in place half a dozen times before she hoisted herself even higher than before. Nodding in satisfaction as Fields pounded and pulled at her kneepads, Sylvia demanded, “Give it up, loser. You're helpless here on the mat and we both know--” The blue-clad brunette trailed off in angry silence when Chloe curled her fingers into talons and gouged 'em into the rookie's thighs.
“Gonna point your butt at the lights, jerk.” she promised. “Gonna stack you up nice and tight and keep you there until Al makes me let you gOEEERRRRGGHHHHH!”
A frowning Sylvia returned her tush to the mat so she could take Chloe's nose between thumb and forefinger and twist it as hard as she could! “What're you gonna do?” Castillo sneered as she compounded Fields' misery by returning to the hair-pull and repeatedly THWHAPPING the heel of her left boot into the other brunette's tummy. “Just what the hell do you think you're going to do when I've got you stuck in place like a cockroach on a piWHOOOAAAH!”
Sylvia's additional hooks had made the Headscissors more painful, yet they'd also provided Chloe with the leverage she needed to force a way out, as SIC discovered when the wriggling Upstart rolled onto her belly in a single sinuous movement. Bracing her hands against the mat so she could wrench her head free of the other brunette's trap, Fields somersaulted into a heavy seat on the small of her attacker's back and only felt slightly guilty about the big ol' handful of hair she used to yank Sylvia's head off the mat.
“Grrrrhhh... let go of my hair, punkRRRRGGHHHHHHH!”
Chloe did, but only so she could snatch hold of Castillo's biceps and pull them back over the tawny planes of her thighs. Soon as that was done Strawberry cupped both hands under her foe's chin and CRAAAAAAAAAANKED back on a Camel Clutch! “How do you like it, huh?” Fields bounced her pert backside against Castillo's vulnerable buns to emphasize the point. “No wait, don't tell me. Al! Ask her how she likes it here on the mat? Then ask her if she taps--”
CAMEL CLUTCH:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Kp03mLaNnDE
“Don't waste my time.” Sylvia growled as she slapped the sides of Chloe's thighs in an effort to get an arm free. “I didn't cross an ocean to lose to a human cartoon like yoOOORRRRGGHHHHHH!”
Chloe rocked back on her heels and yanked all the harder. She might not challenge Amara Singh for Queen of the Clutch anytime soon, yet there was no denying the efficacy of her hold was stamped all over Castillo's agonized features. “What do you say, Sylvia?” Carpenter asked after a long, pained silence. “Just say the word and--”
Sylvia shook her head ferociously 'no' so Fields gave her chin a final yank, then let loose just to put both hands to the back of the other brunette's head and push down while simultaneously sliding forward. The result was a deft little pinning predicament that left Castillo stacked high on her shoulders with her shoulders pinned beneath Chloe's thighs, the pink-clad lovely boosted into a defiant push-up as she counted along with Carpenter's...
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Castillo squirmed out of her dilemma with a tick to spare, moving in a kneeling position at Fields’ feet, the newbie absently grasping at the base of her backbone. Chloe, quickly to all fours, shot a glance and a Mule Kick behind her, the boot finding the tip of Sylvia’s jaw. SIC’s head snapped back from the precise punctuation by the Upstart’s educated feet.
The Mexican grappler’s body sagged limp on her haunches, chin dipped to her chest. Chloe vaulted to vertical, raced to the ropes and rebounded. Using the warp speed her lithe frame could create, she closed the space between and Berry OBLITERATED the rookie with another Shining Wizard, perhaps one of the Harry Potter variety, Castillo learning speed killed in FAWN as much as anywhere else in the sports world.
SHINING WIZARD II:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=axMwm35qBxo
The Upstart Army was ready for the pin and the win, but Fields had something else in mind.
She turned to the crowd, pumping her fist, getting most of the sellout throng behind her. With those assembled roaring, Chloe climbed to a seat on the top buckle, behind a wearily but stubbornly rising SIC.
The confused rookie blinked her dark eyes wide, trying to clear them and find her foe, not knowing she’s poised to attack from behind. Clueless, Castillo’s on a platter for the acrobatic artist. Chloe leapt from her perch, grabbing Sylvia’s shoulders, pressing her knees into the ruda’s lower back, and letting gravity finish the recipe for her signature Strawberry Jam.
STRAWBERRY JAM:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=bni0ISoO7UA
The Backstabber from the middle rope left her fellow Latina jellied in front of the Pink Tornado.
“That feel like it came from a cartoon?”
Chloe dove across her splattered opponent in a Lateral Press, hooking the far leg for good measure and collecting the…
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THRNOOO!
The FAWN neophyte kept her inaugural match alive by scant inches as Carpenter’s palm halted about as far from the canvas as Castillo lifted her shoulder up.
Fields cast a disparaging eye toward Al who earnestly held but two fingers aloft.
A rising Strawberry offered a disapproving ‘hmmph’. She returned her attention to the lightweight comp and was surprised to see Sylvia ascending, if in wobbly fashion. Fields turned to the ropes behind her and hopped to the middle cable while grasping the top. She bounded from the rubber-coated steel in a U-turn to deliver a Springboard Shortkick to Sylvia’s face.
SPRINGBOARD ROUNDHOUSE KICK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=aFbcmW6XwJk
BUT…as Chloe swung her right leg through, Castillo ducked under, avoiding the Upstart’s wrath. The one-time Cirque de Soleil star landed nimbly despite missing, yet by the time she completed a pirouette to face the Mexican, Castillo’s ready with a Toe Kick deep into the tawny tummy of her adversary.
Doubled and gasping, Chloe managed no defense as SIC tugged her lowered noggin into a Front Facelock, tossed a limp arm of Fields across the back of her neck and launched her foe up and over at lightning speed with a Snap Suplex. True to her south-of-the-border roots, the nasty collision of spine to canvas wasn't the last for Chloe. SIC floated over with Fields still in her possession, rose and repeated the wickedly speedy trip to the deck. And Castillo proved bad luck came in threes, in this case from her amigos, as she sent Chloe hurtling, this time with a release version. The Upstart THUMPED into the mat and slid a few feet to add a little butt burn to her jarred spinal column.
BAD LUCK COMES IN THREES:
www.youtube.com/shorts/a7C_k65jcBU
Picking the pink from between her glutes, Chloe ended in an arched position, grasping at her lower vertebrae after freeing her spandex. Sylvia kipped to her feet and approached in predatory fashion to push her advantage. But the Upstart showed her endurance, pressing her slight but sinewy legs high, kipping to a 'rana that sent SIC on a little flipping trip of her own.
Kip-up rana:
www.youtube.com/shorts/a7C_k65jcBU
With both women down and hurting, drawing in deep breaths, the crowd pushed off the edge of their collective seat and lets loose with a ‘THIS…IS…AWESOME’ chant, an enormous compliment for a rookie and a woman fighting to stay off FAWN’s YouTube channel.
Together, each slight but fierce flyweight started to rise, the fans cheering them on. As each reached their boot soles, Chloe took off like a shot and decked Sylvia with a Clothesline. SIC scrambled back to her feet, only to be flattened by another Lariat from the Pink Tornado. But when Berry tried to complete a three-spot of her own, a risen Castillo was there with a pivot and a raised knee to Fields’ navel. Chloe’s face clenched in pain as a large exhalation escaped her lips.
The ruda snatched Chole’s wrists, crossing her foe’s arms, then tugged her forward before spinning with her straightjacket grip. Sylvia laid out, attempting to snap the Upstart’s neck over a shoulder with her SIC Neckbreaker.
SIC NECKBREAKER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=_Z27F5tB1DM
The dark-haired rookie spun and crawled to a spot atop Fields, pinning her to the canvas full-body style, Castillo adding a grapevine of Berry’s legs to keep her foe flat to the mat for the…
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THRNOOO!
The stubborn Fields pushed a shoulder off the deck, drawing a sneer from the Mexican.
“Let’s see if we can’t teach you to keep that shoulder down.” SIC growled as she rose.
Castillo bent Chloe’s right arm so the elbow was pointed to the rafters and pinned it there with a foot on the Upstart’s hand. Lifting her free leg, she let it hover over the vulnerable wing, Strawberry shaking her head, squeaking out a pleading ‘no’. The appeal didn't register with the rookie, Sylvia jumping and sending a stomp to the raised bicep and inner elbow, attempting to incapacitate Chloe for the rest of the fight with her and her mother’s signature Demon’s Stomp.
DEMON'S STOMP:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=EBA2A-1td_U
A howling Chloe rolled from side to side, cradling her searing limb, dark eyes welling.
The predatory smirk on Sylvia was disconcerting to any attentive member of the Upstart Army and the FAWNatics didn't wait long for the reason behind SIC’s smile. Grasping her foe’s right arm at the wrist, Castillo yanked a yelping Berry to her feet. Sylvia lifted it high and twisted beneath, pulling it behind the back of the Tornado in a Hammerlock.
But the ingenuity of the rookie was yet to be on full display. Castillo slipped beside Fields’ left, forced the captured acrobat through a forward tumble and came out the other side with her SIC Bitch, a grounded Octopus Stretch that had Chloe sobbing within her torturous pose.
SIC BITCH:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=gLB3bObufkc
Carpenter dropped in front of Fields and offered Strawberry a way out. Chloe cried out in the negative but seemed completely at the Mexican’s mercy. Desperation forcing the Upstart to find a way, Berry puts boot soles to the canvas and pushed in reverse, maneuvering Sylvia onto her shoulders.
Al didn't notice until Chloe screams ‘PIN’. Only then did the man jump into action, slapping the canvas for…
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Sylvia released her SIC Bitch, rolling away and popping to her feet while a mewling Chloe hurriedly massaged her right elbow.
“Seems you're down an arm.” Castillo smirked to the other brunette. “Heavens, I hope the fans don't go in search of another tumbling clown when they realize your little floor show isn't what it used to be.”
The hurt on Chloe's face hardened to steel as she clambered to her feet. “I'd be more concerned with Bethany suffering some severe buyer's remorse over all those zeroes she put in your contract after she watches me pin your mean little ass in the middle of this ring.”
Sylvia's dark eyes narrowed to angry slots. “Disposition has nothing to do with it, Fields. I could be far kinder than a giggling idiot like you deserves and I'd still kick your ass over every inch of this ring. Cartwheels, hand-springs, and back-flips may do wonders for circus clowns, but they'll only get you hurt in--”
Fields stepped in and lashed out with her left hand meaning to slap the taste out of Castillo's mouth so she was quite chagrined when the newcomer grabbed hold of her wrist at the last second. “Aren't you precious when you're angry.” she murmured, then earned 'OOOOOOHHH's' from the crowd when she planted a quick smooch on her opponent's palm. “Like a teddy bear that's learned to furrow its eyebrowsSSNNGGHH!”
Fields' right arm wasn't in the best of shape at the moment, but there was nothing wrong with her legs, as SIC discovered when the Upstart sprang up and THWHUNKED a High Knee into her forehead! Castillo stumbled hard, went down on one knee and immediately rose to her full height only for the Pink Tornado to greet her with a picture perfect Hurricanrana! Legs 'smecked' shut around the other brunette's head, Fields popped her hips and flipped Sylvia over onto her back, the blue-clad battler voicing an audible 'OOOFFFHH!' when Chloe's pert buns smashed against her chest. Yet far more concerning to the ingenue was the snug mount that followed, as Fields deftly hooked one leg for a Half Matchbook while she pressed the palm of her free hand to Castillo's forehead for a count of...
HURRICANRANA:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=CnupCytsmME
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THRNOOOO!
Syl bucked Chloe off her perch with half a second to spare and immediately scrambled to verticality to--“UUNNNGGH!”
Fields was up a half tic ahead and that was all the time she needed to THWHAP a hard Back Kick into the pit of the other lightweight's stomach! Castillo crumpled to her knees in gut-shot anguish, which meant Chloe got to prime the clapping section before she ran the ropes and came back at top speed, the diminutive dynamo leaving her feet for the third time in less than a minute to catch SIC's noggin between her legs again. No pin this time however, Chloe only torqued her hips and came down on her belly to THWHUNK the penitent brunette's noggin with a makeshift Facebuster!
FACEBUSTER 'RANA @ 00:44
www.youtube.com/watch?v=JWywTVvN0nM
Sylvia tumbled over onto her back in perfect position to be pinned, but Fields bypassed the opportunity in favor of hauling her opposition upright with a double handful of hair. Though not often known for her sass game, Berry proved quite capable in that regard when she planted a taunting smooch on Castillo's forehead and chided, “Who's hurtin' now, jerk?” Then she twisted around, caught Sylvia in a Three Quarters Facelock and took to the skies in a gorgeous back-flip that brought her down on her tummy behind Castillo while simultaneously THWHAMMING the rookie down flat on the back of her head and shoulders! Caught flush by the Asai DDT, SIC offered no resistance when Chloe scooted forward and sat full force on her chest and collected both legs in a Reverse Matchbook that kept the brunette's buns pointed toward the lights for...
ACAI DDT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=_ZQaEKC2gls
ONE...
TWO...
THRENOOOOOOOO!
Sylvia slithered loose with a whisper to spare, much to the disgust of the FAWNatics. Fields however remained in high spirits, indeed she was all smiles as she pulled Castillo off the deck with a Wristlock. “C'mon cutie!” she teased. “You were making fun of the circus so much, but you haven't even seen the best part yeNGH!”
Sylvia flicked out a quick, hard slap that put the other brunette's head on a swivel. “Shut your mouth.” she growled. “Or I'll make sure they have to wire your jaWNGH!”
Chloe SLAPPED her back, though she did so with her right hand and it caused a jolt of pain to run all the way up to her shoulder. Even so, she reapplied the Wristlock, then stepped back and sent Castillo rushing toward the corner with an Irish—NO! Sylvia planted her feet, applied her own Wristlock and sent the Pink Tornado to the buckles in her place. Fields took it all in stride, indeed she didn't miss a beat as she rushed in and 'walked' up the strands to the high rent district where she leapt off and twisted around in a gorgeous rebound Crossbody that—Sylvia simply walked out of her foe's path, the second generation superstar shaking her head like 'nah' even as Chloe THAWHAMMED down on the recently vacated canvas!
“Oh, you're booing now?” Castillo scoffed to the crowd as she strolled around her flattened opponent while occasionally pausing to dish out some well-placed stomps. “You idiots need to stop lying to yourselves and admit you're never happier than in the moments after you've witnessed some calamity. Because seeing this little trapeze artist writhing on the canvas at my feet,” Sylvia paused to deliver another rude stomp to the Upstart's vulnerable buns, “reminds you that you're still alive, if only just barely.”
More jeers from the FAWNatics went unremarked as Castillo helped herself to a double handful of hair so she could scrape her adversary off the mat. Quick to wedge Chloe's head beneath her left arm, SIC carefully hooked that limb over the other brunette's upper back and wedged it beneath her biceps to get Chloe's arms out of the way with a sort of single-arm Double Underhook. In the next moment she reached down with her right hand and caught Fields' behind the left knee, all the better to hoist her upside down in an awkward looking bundle that grew infinitely more unpleasant when the newcomer simply dropped to one knee and THAWHUNKED the posted joint into the base of Berry's skull!
THE BLACK DOLL'S IMBROGLIO:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=JobXgdpDZIA
Chloe tumbled loose in a boneless sprawl, the brunette landing hard on her shoulder and hip before tumbling over to her back. She'd barely come to a stop when Sylvia peeled her off the mat and wedged her into a Standing Headscissors. Wrapping her arms around the other brunette's waist, Castillo dipped her knees and muscled Fields up onto the point of her right shoulder in what could've been a Canadian Backbreaker if she hadn't immediately hooked her arms under Chloe's biceps and sank into a deep crouch to brace her foe's shins against her upper thighs. Gory Special complete, SIC alternately flexed and relaxed her arms to put more stress on Fields' shoulders while also bouncing in place to wrench her spine out of alignment.
“You ready to tap out, loser?” Castillo asked after she'd turned in a careful circle that showed off Chloe's tawny frame to the whole arena. “Or do I have to show these people you're a contortionist as well as an acrobat?”
“NO!” Chloe shook her head repeatedly to confirm there was no mistake. “No I don't submit! And I'm not an acrobat, you jerk! I'm a wrestler!”
Now it was Sylvia's turn to shake her head, though her pace was much slower, and her dark eyes gleamed with malice. “No, Fields. You're an acrobat. A performer. I'm the only wrestler in this ring.”
“The hell you NUHHHEERRRGGHHHHHHH!”
Sylvia unhooked her right arm from around Chloe's left while still retaining possession of the right arm via a stern Wristlock. Controlling the throbbing limb in a death-grip, she carefully drew it out from behind her head and stretched it out against her own chest so she could snake her right arm around Fields' throat and then—Sylvia hunkered forward to CRAAAAAAAAAAANK the Upstart's spine with the hellacious stretch known as El Ramo Sangriento!
EL RAMO SANGRIENTO:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=PeLoTZ8-vKA
Even those that'd seen Castillo's work elsewhere cringed along with the folks witnessing the brunette's signature stretch in action for the first time, seeing poor Chloe wrenched into a gawdawful arch was just too much to bear in stoic silence. “OOOOOOHHHHHH GAAAAAAAHH!” Fields wailed louder than anyone as the nasty brunette bent her in ways the human body was not meant to endure for very long, if at all. RRRGGHHHHH STAAAAAAAAAAAAHP!”
Castillo nodded like she understood only to violently jounce her opponent up and down before leaning forward even farther than before! “I'll let you go when you quit, Fields.” she said with a nasty smile. “Do you quit?”
Chloe bit her lip and started to refuse, only to groan, “YES! YES! YES! I SUBMIT, JUST LET ME GOOOO!”
Sylvia straightened up and tossed her burden away, Fields hitting the deck with a heavy thud that was utterly obscured by the CLANG of the bell and the confirmation of the Announcer. “Ladies and gentlemen, your winner via submission... SYLVIA IVELISSE CASTILLO!”
Al had thought the new arrival might snarl when he went to raise her hand, but Sylvia didn't do anything than plant a boot atop Chloe's shuddering hip. “Tell me Mr. Carpenter.” she asked once the ritual was properly observed. “What do you think of my work?”
“Very effective.” he replied after a moment. “Very thorough.”
“How diplomatic of you.” she murmured. “Well if you're not comfortable telling me the truth, I hope you'll speak more freely when the other lightweights inevitably ask. Let them scout all they want, nothing they learn will be of any value until they're actually sharing a ring with me. And by then it's already too late.”