Post by hawkeye on Feb 4, 2024 22:44:21 GMT
The announcer clears his throat, still tasting the honey and lavender concoction he uses to soothe his voice after years of use, “Our next bout is scheduled for one fall…!” He waits a beat for the crowd to parrot him in the thousands.
ONE FALLL!!
He continues, “With a time limit of twenty minutes! Introducing first…”
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Jennifer Lopez’s voice pours through the speakers and cuts through the beat of silence, Alright! Let me hear you get loud! The air fills a positive, dancey song as the houselights take on a greenish hue. A beautiful Puerto Rican woman, who newer FAWNatics will learn is an international delight and veteran of several ring wars, steps out from the curtain with arms outstretched and an air of earned confidence. “Hola a todas! Who’s going to taste some peach tonight!?”
CATALINA MELOCOTON
With a loving grin, she parades back and forth on the stage, throwing up her hands and clapping rhythmically to spur the fans to cheer at roof-shaking levels,
”I’m finally here! Now things get really fun!” The Miraculous One is making her FAWN debut after making a mint and creating a legend all over the World and in the American independent scene.
The vivacious veteran looks ageless in her distinctive ring gear; Green boots and kneepads. A long-sleeved emerald green one-piece with an open collar with lapel flaps, which feed into a wide cleavage cut-out that ends just under her gaze-stealing breasts. Across her waist are tied together the sleeves of her new merchandise, a green FAWN shirt with a large gold peach on the chest (on sale now!), and that same symbol is emblazoned on her back. To the fans' chagrin, the shirt covers up one of the most famous backsides in wrestling. An early innovator of booty-based offence, Catalina’s caboose has been immortalized in many issues of Gladiatrix, posters, and secret folders on connoisseurs’ computers.
RING GEAR
Since daughter Elisa debuted a month earlier the Internet Wrestling Community has been in hot debate over when Hot Mama Melocoton would make her way to Orlando, and it looks like it’s tonight! Catalina quickly swaggers across the stage to the top of the ramp. With a teasing waggle of her hips, she doubles over and snaps back up, aiming her pointer fingers to the sky and whipping back her long, honey-brown hair as orange pyro erupts in short bursts around the stage.
“From Hollywood, California by way of San Juan, Puerto Rico. Standing at five feet five inches and weighing in at one hundred and thirty-five pounds. She is Queen Peach, The Miraculous One… Catalina Melocoton!”
She stretches her arms into a T pose so she can slap the hands of any willing fans as she jogs down to the ring. Catalina pulls herself onto the ring apron and sets herself on one knee as she places one gorgeous gam over the bottom rope to place a boot in the ring. A cameraman posts himself behind the new talent and zooms in on the shirt obstructing the people’s view of the much-desired derriere. Without looking back, Catalina rips away the shirt and throws it to the hungry hands behind the guardrail, a joyous ovation erupts in the stands! Her bottoms were indeed ‘cheeky.’
Melocoton smirks and rolls her hips through a sensuous figure-eight to hoots and hollers from salivating FAWNatics. “Still got it.” She somersaults through the ropes and pops up next to referee Craig Long, giving him a high-five on the way to her corner.
“Let’s make some magic.”
As J-Lo’s Caribbean-inspired sounds lower and the crowd turns as one to see who will face Mama Peach in her debut, the announcer barks over the public address.
“And her opponent…”
A woman who’s made many an enemy and angry audience member in her time as a failed but arrogant Olympian gymnast all the way to being the nasty nymph of FAWN’s lightweight division tumbles to center stage like she’s amidst a medal-winning floor routine.
Lady Gaga’s ‘Applause’ echoes throughout the arena, the jeering crowd giving a returning Daly anything but.
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DOMI DALY
With Domi’s diminutive, muscular frame in a standing spreadeagle, demanding an ovation from her stance, the hate Domi’s accrued through a career where, for the most part, she’s shown the fans and indeed her fellow roster members nothing but disdain, washes over her.
The Mighty Mite revels in the swarm’s negative emotions, knowing the fans’ animosity is fueled by jealousy of her unrivalled athletic excellence and wrestling brilliance.
Having used her physical gifts to run roughshod in Japan for the last couple years, Daly’s apparently back to reclaim a spot atop the sub-125 division, even if she’s starting with a ‘rookie’ who exceeds those parameters.
Perhaps looking for a cheap route into the hearts of her countrymen and women, the vertically challenged hardbody is decked out in a gleaming red and blue leotard dusted with tiny stars of white. Strategic rips reveal several swatches of Daly’s trim midriff, her chiseled tummy matching the perfectly sculpted shoulders, arms and thighs. The look is complete with matching white tape on her wrists and ankles, chalk powder on her palms and the soles of her bare feet.
Daly throws her head back, long, dark hair in a classic ponytail. She cups her hands around her mouth and shouts “HIT IT!”
The lights turn strobe, flickering on and off so fast even the most attentive fans can’t follow the effortlessly intricate series of tumbles, handsprings, flips and cartwheels that take the exotic brunette down the ramp. Tracking her is made all the more difficult by the thunderous trail of gold pyro accompanying her journey from one end of the ramp to the other.
When the lights regain their equilibrium, Daly is on the outside of the nearest top turnbuckle.
Dominique throws her hands overhead in a ‘V’ and launches heavenward before spiraling into a descent that plants her in the center of the ring as the announcer returns to his introduction.
“Hailing from Portland, Oregon. She stands five feet two inches tall and weighs in at one hundred and twelve pounds. She is the Mighty Mite…and the ultimate athlete…DOMINIQUE DALY!”
The crowd’s further chance to exhibit their disgust with Domi is cut short when Daly grabs the stick and shoos the announcer back.
“You’re welcome,” Domi shouts. ”I’m gracing Orlando with what it needs the most, an athlete with no equal. Hilton, Braddock, Castillo. Sanders, Crofton, Dawson. I’m going to show you all what I can do with Mamasita Caboosa Grande, then I’m coming for you punks populating my division.”
Dominique is buried under an avalanche of boos and catcalls.
Shaking her head, smirk firmly in place, Daly tosses the stick back to the announcer, moves opposite Catalina and settles into an expectant crouch, waiting impatiently to revisit her glory days.
Pursing her kissable lips, Catalina tilts her head and wags a finger at the opposition like she’s conceding a point as the bell rings, “Mamasita Caboose Grande… That’s a clever one! Made me flashback to my runs in the southern territories.”
She comes out of the corner at a steady pace, much slower than Daly who’s eager to put away this flavour of the month. The Olympian hoped at this point in her career she’d be above bouncing Edward Thomas Wayne’s newest tasty out of the company.
She meets the newest Miracle in the company two-thirds of the way across the ring and sweeps out her left leg to peck Catalina on her calf. The bigger woman winces but barrels forward to grapple on the Mighty Mite. Daly proves elusive; ducking and juking around Catalina’s swiping hands to salt and pepper her flanks with kicks.
“Did I trigger a memory, Grandma?” Dominique mocked, fully enjoying her speed advantage over this dip of a new hire. She dodges a groping palm and slips behind Catalina.
Daly claps a hand across the veteran/rookie’s firm backside and leans out of the way of the angry backhand Dominique gets in response.
“Maybe stick to the convention circuit and sign autographs. It’s less stressful.”
Dominique openly laughs at Melocoton as she evades another attempt to grab her then jerks in surprise when something hits her back. The former Lightweight champion looks over and sees she’s been shepherded into a corner without realizing it,
“When did I-Oughh!?” The newcomer flashes over and drives a Hip Attack into Daly’s body. Melocoton’s heavenly hindquarters feel like a cannonball fired at close range against her stomach. The Puerto Rican Powerhouse straightens up to press the gymnast against the buckles and violently twists, daggering a Back Elbow into Daly’s cheek.
“I’ve actually cut back on my Con appearances.”
Catalina takes the top ropes in hand and thrusts back her battle-honed booty against Daly’s abdomen. A retching exhale ruffles Catalina’s hair and she knows she hit the sweet spot.
“I love my fans and I make good money but there’s always so many people in my line. I’m exhausted at the end of each day.”
As The Miraculous One explains the suffering of success, she moves her pelvis like a metronome, beating Daly’s tummy over and with that famous fanny. Catalina racks up a lucky seven’s worth of hits before the ref’s count forces her out of the corner.
She takes one step away from Dominique to satisfy Long’s instructions, then fluffs up her hair. She spins away with a big flourish that wafts her chestnut mane against the Lightweight’s gasping mouth. Catalina backtracks with her arms outstretched.
“First impressions matter, and you made a bad one, never-medaled!”
When Dominique’s done spitting out the taste of Melocoton’s lemon-scented shampoo (At least it isn’t peach), she marches over to the Hot Mama, who stands akimbo infuriatingly patient.
“Let me make something clear,” Dominique’s hand strikes like lightning on Catalina’s cheek, CRACK!. Catalina slowly turns her head back to face Domi with eyes ablaze, a faint chalk imprint of a hand on her face.
“I’m an actual legend,” Dominique points her thumb to herself with a voice assured it’s speaking the absolute truth. “No one cares what you did in a half-empty community center in South Africa. To me and everyone else, you’re overpriced bikini meat past its expiration date.”
The gymnast claps her chalky hands on Catalina’s cleavage and shoves her back a step. “Take your fat ass out of my ring and be glad I let you off with a count-out loss!”
Catalina’s not about to take that from anyone, especially her opponent “Tu perra arrogante!”
She storms back in and gives the Mighty Mite a receipt shove to the gurls. The height and weight advantage bring a lot of extra power to the push, so it takes Daly clean off her feet. The bouncy brunette takes the bump flat-backed and tumbles back into a three-point stance, Domi explodes into a charge certain to cut Catalina in half.
Or not. Queen Peach has been wrestling since she was 14. An angry Lightweight doesn’t get her pulse racing. With astonishing ease, Catalina takes on Dominique’s tackle, picking up her diminutive foe with an arm between the legs and one over the shoulder.
Melocoton plants her opponent into the canvas with a Bodyslam.
Dominque gets up with the ring’s first ripple but with a hand at her aching back and facing away from her Destroyer-class opponent.
Catalina snatches that supporting hand away, crosses it over Domi’s stomach and does the same with the other, trapping the Olympian in a StraightJacket Hold. Melocoton uses the power in her glorious glutes to fire Dominque into the air and empathically arc the shortie into the mat. Dominique lands hard on her shoulderblades, her ridiculously toned ass in the air for abundant flash photography as Catalina bridges to make the maneuver a potential pinfall.
CROSS-ARM SUPLEX
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ONE!
TW-NOOO!
Daly wrenches her arms free and flops out of the pin onto her knees.
A seated Mama Miracle casts her eyes toward the dazed Daly, smirking at her veteran foe as she settles on her haunches.
“They let anyone be an alternate to the Olympic team back in the day, didn’t they?” she chuckles.
Catalina pushes to her feet and moves to the slowly rising former gymnast turned menace. But giving up near thirty pounds to Mamasita Backseata isn’t in the leotard-clad Domi’s favor if menacing is what she has in mind.
Melocoton wraps her hands around Dominique’s noggin and hauls the diminutive brunette the rest of the way to her chalked feet. She pivots and heaves Daly via an Irish Whip with a Puerto Rican flare, Catalina shifting her hips in a samba as she follows to mid-ring, then nearly takes Domi’s head off with a scythe-like clothesline that turns the Mighty Mite inside out.
Daly backflips from the force of arm against clavicle, the ponytailed grappler landing on her spandex sheathed chest. Tenacious, Daly tries to push up but falls flat to the canvas, unable to immediately shake off the wild ride courtesy the well-travelled rookie, leaving even the infamous tumbler a bit dizzied.
“I do believe Mama and Baby Melocoton are going to fit right in around here!” she shouts to the front rows and the FAWNatics seem excited about the prospect.
With Catalina taking a circuit around the ring, leading the crowd in a rhythmic clap, Daly’s able to push to hands and knees just in time for the Return of Queen Peach. Melocoton grabs Domi by the ponytail and hauls a wincing Daly to her feet. And again, The Miraculous One sends the muscular but tiny Dominique sprinting across the canvas with a whip.
The Puerto Rican powerhouse watches Domi fly into a back-first collision with the buckles, the former gymnast somehow remaining on her feet after the body-rocking impact. Catalina races after her foe and vaults into the air from several feet out, rotating 90 degrees to the right to deliver a Running Hip Attack to blast the Mighty Mite.
Thankfully for Daly and the precious few others in the house supporting her, the Ultimate Athlete throws her body out of the way, removing herself as a crash pad, leaving Catalina to THUMP harshly into the thinly padded steel of the buckles.
A wobbly Catalina staggers away from the impact with the Pac Rim beauty racing beside her, grabbing Mama Miracle in a side headlock and sitting out. As Domi’s taut, comparatively tiny derriere hits the deck, so does Catalina’s cranium, Daly delivering a bulldog to her larger adversary. Catalina absently flops to her back after the collision. The reenergized Oregonian kips to her feet as easily as putting one foot in front of the other.
Lifting her arms high and wide, any applause the Ultimate Athlete might have been erroneously expecting is replaced by a loud round of boos. Domi’s fake smile turns to a sour puss and the ponytailed brunette offers the assembled a double bird flip.
“The last thing this company needs is another fat-ass lumbering around the lot like an SUV when you can ride with a Maserati like me!”
As the Tumbling Terror makes her opinion known to the crowd, Catalina’s slowly rising. Catching her opponent out of the corner of the former gymnast’s eye, Daly pivots and leaps in from Melocoton’s blind spot, wrapping an arm around the Puerto Rican’s throat from behind and yanking Mama Miracle off her feet with a nasty Mitey Crash.
Mitey Crash ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=vOYLrSI0K7U )
The pocket-sized aerialist scrambles atop her curvy counterpart, pressing tight in a lateral press while hooking her foe’s thicc far leg for the…
ONE…
Catalina shoves Domi all the way to verticality, the FAWNartics roaring at the show of strength, while Daly’s almond-shaped eyes widen with concern.
As the persistent Melocoton begins to rise, the anxiety melts from the Mite when Domi’s abbreviated but sinewy stems pump like a V-8’s pistons. She zooms to the far ropes and rebounds, dark brown tail swooshing behind her as she vaults into a crossbody splash across Catalina’s ample chest.
Queen Peach stumbles no more than a step or two before catching her balance and shaking her head, letting the FAWNatics know something very bad is happening to Dominique. With practiced ease, the Miraculous One shifts Daly onto her slammin’ shoulder. Catalina surges forward with Daly in her possession, about to rattle the ring with a powerslam. But as Mama-seata prepares to make a Domi-sized divot, the former gymnast escapes her fate, slipping out of Catalina’s grasp.
Landing behind the bigger grappler, Domi shoves the FAWN rookie forward. Melocoton uses the momentum to hit the cables in front of her. It’s the Puerto Rican’s turn to rebound and she lifts a Big Boot toward the exotic features of the former Olympic alternate.
The diminutive Daly easily ducks under the effort and sprints to the strands from which Mama Miracle had emerged. Catalina pivots and plucks a returning Dominique off the deck, ready to squash the flitting gnat. But Domi has other ideas, spinning like a top around the bewildered Queen Peach until the former gymnast’s 720-degree trip orbiting Melocoton sends the Miraculous One flipping into the air courtesy a spectacular Tilt-A-Whirl Head Scissors Takedown.
Tilt-A-Whirl Head Scissors Takedown ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=gDfFR7ycA98 )
With Catalina’s dark eyes spinning, her frazzled frame near the bottom rope, an eager Domi pushes her advantage, racing into a baseball slide, bare feet battering the bosom of Queen Peach. The chalky soles of the former gymnast send the grimacing Catalina rolling out underneath, plopping to a meaty SPLAT on the arena floor, Mama-Seata trying to regain her bearings.
As Melocoton slowly climbs to her feet, the arrogant Ultimate Athlete scales the buckles nearest her curvy foe. Reaching the top with a top-rope aided spring to the penthouse, Domi drops into an expectant crouch as Catalina slowly turns in her direction.
At the perfect moment, Dominique leaps from her perch and nothing is going to halt this crossbody collision from taking Catalina off her feet, the Puerto Rican splashed and smashed beneath the tiny, guided missile that is Dominique Daly.
The high-flying, hardbody hottie pushes off the puddled Catalina’s tits and stands astride her hips, proudly curling a defined bicep and patting her toned abdominals as she yells at the undeserving audience.
“This is what peak performance looks like!”
In truth, the vast majority of the arena agrees with Dominique, nonetheless they still shower the former North American, Television, and Lightweight champion with hateful jeers. She scoffs and waves them off dismissively.
“Don't tire yourselves out, you slobs.”
Domi feels something brush her leg and looks down to see Melocoton turning over onto all fours. She lifts her right leg and pivots to the newcomer’s left with the poise of a ballerina.
“Come ‘ere, Mom-bod.”
Domi leans down and traps Catalina’s dome in a Side Headlock.
“I’m going to show you how we do it in the big leagues.”
Dominique takes off into a run forcing Catalina to keep up or risk injury, though that may be inevitable. As they near a set of steel steps, the Olympian uses those powerful legs of hers to vault over the large obstacle. During Dominique’s flight over the stairs, she breaks her clasp and HAMMERS Catalina’s lovely face into the top step!
The tens of thousands in the arena groan at once- OOOOHHHH, but it still can’t drown out the echoing BWUNG! of flesh hitting metal.
“Ooough! Oh gawwd…” Clutching her face, Melocoton airs a harrowed moan as she spills from the stairs and writhes on the barely padded cement of the arena.
Lifelong supporters of Queen Peach pray that her FAWN debut doesn’t end with a broken nose!
The dominant Dominique skips and hops to a seat onto the apron, then slowly rolls under the bottom rope to break referee Craig Long’s count. Like a strewn glass bottle she rotates through a perfect arc from one side of the ring and out the other, landing on her bare toes outside the ring behind Catalina some feet away.
The delicious Destroyer in question shows serious heart by getting up under her own power with a hand on the steel steps that pained her so. Bowed over, she feels her visage, making sure everything’s in the right place and not busted open. Finding no obvious contusions, she raises her head and gives a thumbs up with a wince to placate the worried FAWNatics in the front row.
“All good! AlluugGH!”
Daly comes running from behind blindsiding Catalina with a forearm shiver to the nape of her foe’s neck. The maligned MILF stumbles forward, bent at the waist but staying on her feet.
Daly doesn’t look a gift horse in the mouth and snags Catalina’s ring togs by the back of her collar and just above the waist. The former gymnast escorts her foe away from the ring.
Dominique puts some sass on the latter grip, sawing the spandex into Catalina’s sweet spot and bare more of her famous ass.
“Want to meet your new fans?” the Mighty Mite grunts with the effort of giving the larger woman the bum’s rush to the guardrail.
She lifts Melocoton briefly into the air and lobs Queen Peach stomach-first on the top of the metal barrier. Catalina’s eyes bug, her mouth dropping with a guttural moan. The ticket-buyers who don’t have their phones out recording the combatants, give the miserable mama-seata supportive pats on the back.
With phase one complete, Daly gleefully moves on to phase two. The Olympian gaudily rubs her chalky hands over Catalina’s thicc cheeks. Broadcasting over the FAWNtron is Daly’s face grinning with malice to the fourth wall, angled next to one of the best assets in wrestling.
“To everyone in the Lightweight division, this is your future!”
Dominique torques her hips into a spank that sends ripples through the Puerto Rican’s moneymaker.
“OW!” Catalina cringes and yelps indignantly from her awkward perch. She blindly tries to kick away the rude gnat.
“Get away youoOOW! AAAIEE!!!”
Dominique goes hard on those hams with both hands!
Alternating between each, she flicks her palms whip-like to get the most out of each swing and is rewarded with a satisfying CRACK! each time.
The former gymnast is an object of hate while Catalina’s nearly beloved by some, but fickle fans are always fair-weather when it comes to a wrestler being taken to the woodshed!
Domi gets the loudest, most positive reaction in years, and it’s for making it rain palms on a good girl’s backside.
CRACK! CRACK!
Inside the ring, the official winces at the sharp echoes of Daly’s paddling and Melocoton’s screams. In another league, they would have been counted out by now, but Bethany Christian allows extra time for ‘Future FAWN highlights’.
Dominique spanks a full witch’s dozen on each cheek before pausing to admire her literal handiwork. Catalina’s brown buns have a rosy hue from the spanking with a light dusting of white chalk looking like fresh snow on top. With the green of her makeshift thong, you have a gift set of Christmas colors.
Domi hightails it away from her bottom-heavy workout bag to the guardrail on the other side of the entrance ramp. She points to the flock of fans in front of Melocoton.
“You want a souvenir!?”
She races toward them, her dark brown ponytail bobbing with each stride, and kicks off the ground to soar at them with a Running Dropkick.
Domi’s feet slap into Melocoton’s glutes for one last whack.
Ms. Miracle wails as she’s blasted off the barrier into a sea of humanity, Catalina capsizes and bowling over a handful of FAWNatics. One lucky woman gets a faceful of peach before she’s trapped under her new favorite wrestler and will have to deal with strange new feelings for several months.
Dominique struts up the steel steps like the cat who ate the canary and pulls herself atop the corner. She lies across the right angle of ropes meeting at the top buckle like a hammock. Daly curls one hand behind her head and waves dismissively at the wreckage she’s caused with the other.
“Count her out.”
Craig Long resists rolling his eyes at the attitude he’s receiving but does his job. He swings a hand up and projects loudly. “One!”
Catalina can barely hear him over the cacophony of voices, the mob of fans trying to unknot themselves from the surprise moshpit. Well, some are trying. A few are making the task look more difficult than it needs to be, extending the up close and personal interaction they’re having with a hot, sweaty woman in spandex.
Enduring unwarranted searches of her curves, Mama Melocoton wriggles out from under the swarm of groping hands, climbs over the guardrail, still bearing an undignified wedgie, and plops on the floor.
“Sixteen! Seventeen!”
Blinking wide, in a daze, Catalina wipes soaking, matted strands of hair from her face and spits the taste of a young man’s abs from her mouth she dragged against when in the pile (she didn’t mind that actually…).
“Eighteen!”
Hearing the referee’s rising count, panic sets in, spurring Catalina to surge off the floor and lunge into a slide under the bottom rope.
The rough texture of the canvas scrapes against her cleavage, but it’s a small price to pay to hear Long stop at “Ninete-” and wave the match on.
A sour-faced Daly drops from her perch and covers a yawn.
“So, you’re back.”
Despite the comment, Melocoton remains unaware of Domi’s approach, Catalina slowly pushing to her feet.
The Mighty Mite wastes no time, spinning Queen Peach to face her. The ponytailed brunette wraps her hands around Melocoton’s noggin and SMASHES the Puerto Rican MILF’s face into the canvas with her Snap Facebuster.
Snap Facebuster ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=nqQ2ZCG_Wx0 ) :48
Mama Miracle, looking like she might need one, flops to her back, dark eyes glassy as Dominique’s domination has left her adversary in a daze.
Seeing Catalina splayed in front of a convenient corner, Domi hustles to the buckles and nimbly pops to the top. She turns to face her target, raising her arms high and wide, drawing a torrent of boos from the crowd.
The former gymnast launches HIGH into the Orlando airspace. At the top of her flight, the leotard-clad hardbody tucks in a tight ball then spreads wide like a flying squirrel as she descends into an ab-crushing frog splash. But Mama-Seata has other ideas, raising her legs and offering her bony kneecaps as a landing pad. Even Domi’s chiseled midriff can’t save her from a breathtaking impaling across the knees.
The FAWNatics roar with relief as the arrogant aerialist rolls away from the fateful impact, retching and hugging her taut tummy. As Daly tries to regain her oxygen, slowly shifting on her back from shoulder to shoulder, Catalina’s in a recovery mode of her own.
Melocoton pushes through the pain, sure there’s another miracle to create for the forty-something FAWN rookie. Reaching her boot soles, Queen Peach strides to a rising Daly. Catalina takes advantage of Domi’s bruised belly, blasting her with a follow-up toe kick to the midriff.
With the Mighty Mite doubled at the waist and looking far from her moniker, the newly arrived Hollywood native sidles beside the bent Daly. Grabbing her foe’s left wrist, Melocoton pulls the limb between Domi’s muscular if abbreviated stems. Collecting it on the opposite side of the brunette’s crotch, the bigger Catalina shows Dominique who’s her mommy, vaulting Daly into the air with her pumphandle grip and depositing the diminutive Domi to the deck with a suplex.
Pumphandle Suplex ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=ujvowfzFXog )
The former gymnast uses the momentum of the ring-rattling collision to momentarily push to her chalked tootsies. She turns to face Catalina with little fists raised, but with hazel, almond-shaped eyes crossed. Daly manages a step toward Mama Miracle before taking a header back to the canvas, left face down and unmoving.
A grinning Queen Peach hovers over the fallen Mite then drops a Big Elbow to the base of Daly’s spine when the ponytailed brunette starts to rise. Domi’s flattened to the mat but only for a moment, as Melocoton passes on pushing Daly to a pin and instead draws Dominique up with her as she rises.
Keeping a tight grip on Daly’s left wrist, Catalina seems prepared to send the Mite racing to the far buckles with an Irish Whip. However, she holds on and reels the smaller grappler back into a ripcord clothesline that sends the back of Domi’s skull and her spine to the mat at warp speed.
The Puerto Rican turns her backside to the splayed former Olympian and bootypops all over her fallen foe, the crowd instantly falling in love with the show.
Bootypop ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=WJczfOmGAuM )
Having displayed her dominance, Mama-Seata closes her spread legs and backflips into a standing moonsault, her curvy frame SPLASHING across the taut tummy of the dilapidated Domi. In a crossbody pin after the crushing landing, Catalina hooks both limp lower limbs of the spandex-sheathed Pacific Rim beauty, rolling Domi into a tight cradle for a huge inaugural victory with the…
ONE…
TWO…
Daly’s body spasms in the control of the bigger woman, barely getting a shoulder up in time. Long confirms with two raised fingers to the chagrin of Mama Miracle. But the rookie is undeterred, ‘helping’ Domi to her feet.
Face to face with a wobbly Daly, Catalina closes, dips and wraps her arms around Daly’s abdomen. She lifts the featherweight with ease into a tight bearhug. As a wincing Dominique pries fruitlessly at the hands of Queen Peach, Mother Melocoton cinches tighter still, drawing a gasp from the former gymnast. Catalina shakes Daly from side to side to rattle her foe’s senses.
With Domi distressed, Mama-Seata shifts Daly’s flagging frame to a fireman’s carry, popping the Mite across her shoulders. Catalina enjoys a brief march around the ring with Dominique strapped in place like a squirming backpack. Finally, Melocoton shrugs Daly off to the side and perfectly times a heavy-duty hip shimmy that catches the face of a plummeting Domi flush. The former gymnast whiplashes from the impact, left starfished and in a droopy-eyed stupor from Catalina’s Go To Peach.
The rookie, evidently feeling the end is near for her former Olympian counterpart, passes on the immediate pin and pulls the ragdolled Daly to her chalked, bare feet. She pops the dishragged brunette across her shoulders in another foreman’s carry, ready to give Domi one last taste of the peach courtesy her Peach Plunge.
Mama Miracle shifts the Mite to an Electric Chair position atop her shoulders, ready to deliver Domi to the facesit ending of the FAWN rookie’s dreams.
Peach Plunge ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=CnQZQGKJKXA ) :07
But before, Catalina can wrap her hands around the back of Domi’s neck and drop to the Driver, the former gymnast pulls out of her paralysis. She spins her hardbody frame to a reverse electric chair, tiny tush tight to the back of Catalina’s skull. Instantly, Daly throws her body into a front flip and Canadian DESTROYS Melocoton in spectacular fashion, drawing an anxious groan from the crowd.
Canadian Destroyer ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=lmkmTzYB7Kk ) :02
A demolished Catalina, tables turned, settles in a slumped kneel on her haunches, arms limp at her sides. A few feet away, Dominique hardly looks better, left in a spreadeagle, drawing in deep breaths. Her durability and a stiff shot of adrenaline allow Domi to magically kip to her feet and review the ragged condition of her adversary.
Catalina proves the former gymnast isn’t the only one with persistence. Melocoton shakes her braincase to jangle her wits back in place and slowly rises to stooped feet. Unfortunately, before she can fully straighten, a predatory Daly is racing from a rebound off the ropes to Mama Miracle’s side.
Domi races in from the FAWN rookie’s left and takes flight after snatching Catalina’s head in her hands. Flipping forward, Dominique violently rips the Puerto Rican off her feet, Catalina barrel rolling to a devastating collision with the canvas from the Mighty Mite’s Flipping Neckbreaker.
Flipping Neckbreaker ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=zygcKJ9cMNE ) :03
Domi shoves a gobsmacked Mam-Seata to her back, climbing atop the bigger grappler in a full-body, grapevine pin, Daly pressing her palms into the front of Catalina’s shoulders for the…
ONE…
TWO…
Mama Melocoton upsets Daly’s efforts to end her initial voyage into the FAWNiverse, throwing a shoulder up to keep the match alive. She rolls to her chest and digs her nails into the canvas, pulling herself away from a startled Domi, hoping to find safe harbor in the rubber-coated steel of the ropes. Catalina gets within inches of the saving strands before a risen Dominique grabs her foe by an ankle and tugs Mama Miracle back to the center.
Dominique lets the stem drop heavily on the canvas and unkindly stomps on Catalina’s stomach, leaning her weight on it as she sneers.
“You want me to put your fat ass on the shelf your first night here? Is that it? Show some common sense and throw in the towel.”
Retching, Catalina curls around the iron beam masquerading as a woman’s leg. She weakly pushes at Domi’s muscular calf while raising her head defiantly, rasping
“You don't have the goods, if I was facing Janel Manning, maybe thenOubohh! BOuhh!!”
At the mention of her self-important ex-partner The Leader of the Domi-Nation stomps Melocoton’s middle like she’s trying to break the popular Puerto Rican wrestler in half with pure force. Dominique proceeds to circle Melocoton, trampling different parts of her body till she’s in the correct position: left breast, left shoulder, left hip, three times on the groin, right shin, right thigh, ribs, and right breast.
By the time Dominique is done, Catalina is almost single file on the mat whimpering pitifully. Daly turns her back to the mushed matriarch and mimes kicking up dirt over the living corpse, angrily mocking “See what happens when you get mouthy with a REAL star?”
She swaggers over to the nearest corner and lifts a foot onto the second turnbuckle.
Daly slaps the top turnbuckle repeatedly egging on the onlookers.
“Do you cretins want some peach wine!?”
A thunderous wave of negativity hits the FAWN staple and it feels like a refreshing shower to Dominique, “Well that’s what you’re getting!”
The baneful brunette climbs the corner and balances on the top ropes before kicking off into a flawless backflip. The FAWNatics suck in a worried breath watching Daly soar into her finisher, a Moonsault Double Foot Stomp that comes down like a hammer… onto an empty canvas!
Catalina rolls to safety at the last moment saving her abs from a permanent imprint of Domi’s soles. Domi avoids busting both ankles by gracefully tumbling into an extended somersault that brings her to a crouched stance.
As much as they hate her, the crowd is compelled to applaud the show of skill.
Catalina collects all the will and grit she can and gets off the mat with fists low but ready to fly. Dominique is flushed with frustration at her moment denied and is fit to take this obstinate bitch’s head off, yelling “Just stay down, you old has-been!” and sprinting across the ring with a Pump Kick that has Catalina’s name on it.
Queen Peach looks like she’s running on fumes and can’t raise her arms to block.
Instead, she swivels like a saloon door letting Dominique blur past and latches on a rigid Full Nelson before the Lightweight can hit ropes. Domi’s chin is pressed tight to her sternum by the heavy pressure on the back of her neck and it’s increasing by the second.
Catalina feels the smaller gal attempting to slither free and starts twisting Domi back and forth with frenzied motions, whipping the athlete around till her arms droop toward the ring floor. Catalina brings her lips as close to Domi’s ear as she can and heatedly whispers, “I’m no has-been. But you’re a never-was.”
This horrific slander is like auditory acid to the former champion. Dominique’s lips curl for a scathing retort when Catalina snaps into a bridge, banging the brunette into the canvas with a Dragon Suplex.
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Dominique jounces from the point of impact skidding to the ropes, her body tingling from the tips of her toes to the tips of her fingers. She would’ve fallen out of the ring if not for instinctively hooking her elbow over the bottom cable, stopping her ejection at the apron.
Catalina sits up and looks at her opponent and lets out a little sigh of disappointment, “That damned tick…”.
She was hoping to throw the maniacal Mite to the outside. She labors up and stalks over to Daly rolling her shoulders and getting the kinks out of her neck, “Time to squash this bug.”
Daly’s slowly gets her knees under her and leans heavily on the middle cable The spots are clearing from her eyes when a hand grips the base of her ponytail and starts painfully tugging Daly back to her full height.
Dominique yelps and squeals with each yank that threatens to rip her hair out by the roots. She digs her thumbs into The Miracle’s wrist to ward her off and gets her head shaken like a Polaroid picture for the impertinence.
“I try to show respect on a first impression,“ Catalina finally gets a now bobble-headed Dominique standing on the apron, “but since you decided to put on your bitch shoes, I’ll respond in kind.” CRACK!
Catlina’s free hand turns Domi’s head sideways with a bytch slap that sends a spray of sweat and spit into the air. Eagle-eyed fans see a touch of red on the Ultimate Athlete’s lips.
Catalina’s in full mom mode; wagging a shaming finger and drilling the lesson into the brat’s brain, “The golden rule, hunny! You should know it by HUACKKK!!”
Domi grabs the back of Catlina’s head as she steps off the apron crushing The Miracle’s neck against the top rope with The Mighty Mite’s full weight dragging her down.
Catalina is sprung back by the taut cable onto the canvas, coughing up a storm and missing a few hairs that remain clutched between Domi’s fingers. She mean-mugs the declawed cougar hacking up a lung in the ring and blows the honey-brown strands away with a kiss.
“I only care about gold medals, bitch!”
Dominique jumps onto the apron watching Catalina like a hawk. When Mama-seata’s eyes blur from strangulation-induced tears, Meolcoton rising with her hands at her throat, Dominique vaults onto the top strand and springs toward her prey with a front flip. She catches Catlina’s head as she flies past and slams the Destroyer’s upper body against the deck with a Springboard Blockbuster.
DALY DOUBLE
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Catalina’s blown into a matchbook with her nerves afire and her mouth agape from the flash of pain.
Dominique kips up and passes on a cover. She takes Catalina’s ear-adjacent ankles and flips her legs to get the Miracle in a single file. Dominique skips over her foe’s unmoving form and hightails it to the closest corner, running up the buckles like it was nothing. The Olympian rockets into another flawless Moonsault that drives her chalked-up feet into Melocoton’s midsection. Perfect form. 10 out of 10 from the judges.
STICKING THE DISMOUNT
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“GAAAAHHHHCK!!” Catalina jacknifes under the human pillar making a sound like her soul was dying.
Domi treasures the look of her foe’s shocked eyes going crossed, then closing as Catalina melts to the floor with a sigh.
The unquestionably winning woman hops off the non-miraculous one and pushes her head to the side with a foot, grinding it lightly on her cheek. Domi gestures dismissively at ref Craig Long.
“Let’s get this over with.”
The official holds his tongue at the unnecessary rudeness and quickly lowers to make the count.
ONE…
TWO…
THREE!!!
The bell commemorates the victorious Mite’s win amid a storm of boos from a packed arena. Not that it mattered to Dominique. After insisting the ref raise her hand with her foot on the loser’s face, Daly looks down and taunts the bruised peach, “Want a memorable image for your FAWN debut?”
Dominique shovels the insensate Melocoton onto her front, then lifts her by the hips till she can get the defeated dame’s knees bent enough to keep Melocoton’s wide rump elevated. Making sure she has the cameraman’s full attention, Dominique places a boot atop those conquered glutes with a hand at her hip and the other arm flexing a bicep, a great shot that’ll get a full page spread in the next issue of Gladiatrix.
“I’m the past, present, and future of this company. And soon, I’ll be placing the Lightweight championship back where it belongs. Around my waist!”
ONE FALLL!!
He continues, “With a time limit of twenty minutes! Introducing first…”
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Jennifer Lopez’s voice pours through the speakers and cuts through the beat of silence, Alright! Let me hear you get loud! The air fills a positive, dancey song as the houselights take on a greenish hue. A beautiful Puerto Rican woman, who newer FAWNatics will learn is an international delight and veteran of several ring wars, steps out from the curtain with arms outstretched and an air of earned confidence. “Hola a todas! Who’s going to taste some peach tonight!?”
CATALINA MELOCOTON
With a loving grin, she parades back and forth on the stage, throwing up her hands and clapping rhythmically to spur the fans to cheer at roof-shaking levels,
”I’m finally here! Now things get really fun!” The Miraculous One is making her FAWN debut after making a mint and creating a legend all over the World and in the American independent scene.
The vivacious veteran looks ageless in her distinctive ring gear; Green boots and kneepads. A long-sleeved emerald green one-piece with an open collar with lapel flaps, which feed into a wide cleavage cut-out that ends just under her gaze-stealing breasts. Across her waist are tied together the sleeves of her new merchandise, a green FAWN shirt with a large gold peach on the chest (on sale now!), and that same symbol is emblazoned on her back. To the fans' chagrin, the shirt covers up one of the most famous backsides in wrestling. An early innovator of booty-based offence, Catalina’s caboose has been immortalized in many issues of Gladiatrix, posters, and secret folders on connoisseurs’ computers.
RING GEAR
Since daughter Elisa debuted a month earlier the Internet Wrestling Community has been in hot debate over when Hot Mama Melocoton would make her way to Orlando, and it looks like it’s tonight! Catalina quickly swaggers across the stage to the top of the ramp. With a teasing waggle of her hips, she doubles over and snaps back up, aiming her pointer fingers to the sky and whipping back her long, honey-brown hair as orange pyro erupts in short bursts around the stage.
“From Hollywood, California by way of San Juan, Puerto Rico. Standing at five feet five inches and weighing in at one hundred and thirty-five pounds. She is Queen Peach, The Miraculous One… Catalina Melocoton!”
She stretches her arms into a T pose so she can slap the hands of any willing fans as she jogs down to the ring. Catalina pulls herself onto the ring apron and sets herself on one knee as she places one gorgeous gam over the bottom rope to place a boot in the ring. A cameraman posts himself behind the new talent and zooms in on the shirt obstructing the people’s view of the much-desired derriere. Without looking back, Catalina rips away the shirt and throws it to the hungry hands behind the guardrail, a joyous ovation erupts in the stands! Her bottoms were indeed ‘cheeky.’
Melocoton smirks and rolls her hips through a sensuous figure-eight to hoots and hollers from salivating FAWNatics. “Still got it.” She somersaults through the ropes and pops up next to referee Craig Long, giving him a high-five on the way to her corner.
“Let’s make some magic.”
As J-Lo’s Caribbean-inspired sounds lower and the crowd turns as one to see who will face Mama Peach in her debut, the announcer barks over the public address.
“And her opponent…”
A woman who’s made many an enemy and angry audience member in her time as a failed but arrogant Olympian gymnast all the way to being the nasty nymph of FAWN’s lightweight division tumbles to center stage like she’s amidst a medal-winning floor routine.
Lady Gaga’s ‘Applause’ echoes throughout the arena, the jeering crowd giving a returning Daly anything but.
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DOMI DALY
With Domi’s diminutive, muscular frame in a standing spreadeagle, demanding an ovation from her stance, the hate Domi’s accrued through a career where, for the most part, she’s shown the fans and indeed her fellow roster members nothing but disdain, washes over her.
The Mighty Mite revels in the swarm’s negative emotions, knowing the fans’ animosity is fueled by jealousy of her unrivalled athletic excellence and wrestling brilliance.
Having used her physical gifts to run roughshod in Japan for the last couple years, Daly’s apparently back to reclaim a spot atop the sub-125 division, even if she’s starting with a ‘rookie’ who exceeds those parameters.
Perhaps looking for a cheap route into the hearts of her countrymen and women, the vertically challenged hardbody is decked out in a gleaming red and blue leotard dusted with tiny stars of white. Strategic rips reveal several swatches of Daly’s trim midriff, her chiseled tummy matching the perfectly sculpted shoulders, arms and thighs. The look is complete with matching white tape on her wrists and ankles, chalk powder on her palms and the soles of her bare feet.
Daly throws her head back, long, dark hair in a classic ponytail. She cups her hands around her mouth and shouts “HIT IT!”
The lights turn strobe, flickering on and off so fast even the most attentive fans can’t follow the effortlessly intricate series of tumbles, handsprings, flips and cartwheels that take the exotic brunette down the ramp. Tracking her is made all the more difficult by the thunderous trail of gold pyro accompanying her journey from one end of the ramp to the other.
When the lights regain their equilibrium, Daly is on the outside of the nearest top turnbuckle.
Dominique throws her hands overhead in a ‘V’ and launches heavenward before spiraling into a descent that plants her in the center of the ring as the announcer returns to his introduction.
“Hailing from Portland, Oregon. She stands five feet two inches tall and weighs in at one hundred and twelve pounds. She is the Mighty Mite…and the ultimate athlete…DOMINIQUE DALY!”
The crowd’s further chance to exhibit their disgust with Domi is cut short when Daly grabs the stick and shoos the announcer back.
“You’re welcome,” Domi shouts. ”I’m gracing Orlando with what it needs the most, an athlete with no equal. Hilton, Braddock, Castillo. Sanders, Crofton, Dawson. I’m going to show you all what I can do with Mamasita Caboosa Grande, then I’m coming for you punks populating my division.”
Dominique is buried under an avalanche of boos and catcalls.
Shaking her head, smirk firmly in place, Daly tosses the stick back to the announcer, moves opposite Catalina and settles into an expectant crouch, waiting impatiently to revisit her glory days.
Pursing her kissable lips, Catalina tilts her head and wags a finger at the opposition like she’s conceding a point as the bell rings, “Mamasita Caboose Grande… That’s a clever one! Made me flashback to my runs in the southern territories.”
She comes out of the corner at a steady pace, much slower than Daly who’s eager to put away this flavour of the month. The Olympian hoped at this point in her career she’d be above bouncing Edward Thomas Wayne’s newest tasty out of the company.
She meets the newest Miracle in the company two-thirds of the way across the ring and sweeps out her left leg to peck Catalina on her calf. The bigger woman winces but barrels forward to grapple on the Mighty Mite. Daly proves elusive; ducking and juking around Catalina’s swiping hands to salt and pepper her flanks with kicks.
“Did I trigger a memory, Grandma?” Dominique mocked, fully enjoying her speed advantage over this dip of a new hire. She dodges a groping palm and slips behind Catalina.
Daly claps a hand across the veteran/rookie’s firm backside and leans out of the way of the angry backhand Dominique gets in response.
“Maybe stick to the convention circuit and sign autographs. It’s less stressful.”
Dominique openly laughs at Melocoton as she evades another attempt to grab her then jerks in surprise when something hits her back. The former Lightweight champion looks over and sees she’s been shepherded into a corner without realizing it,
“When did I-Oughh!?” The newcomer flashes over and drives a Hip Attack into Daly’s body. Melocoton’s heavenly hindquarters feel like a cannonball fired at close range against her stomach. The Puerto Rican Powerhouse straightens up to press the gymnast against the buckles and violently twists, daggering a Back Elbow into Daly’s cheek.
“I’ve actually cut back on my Con appearances.”
Catalina takes the top ropes in hand and thrusts back her battle-honed booty against Daly’s abdomen. A retching exhale ruffles Catalina’s hair and she knows she hit the sweet spot.
“I love my fans and I make good money but there’s always so many people in my line. I’m exhausted at the end of each day.”
As The Miraculous One explains the suffering of success, she moves her pelvis like a metronome, beating Daly’s tummy over and with that famous fanny. Catalina racks up a lucky seven’s worth of hits before the ref’s count forces her out of the corner.
She takes one step away from Dominique to satisfy Long’s instructions, then fluffs up her hair. She spins away with a big flourish that wafts her chestnut mane against the Lightweight’s gasping mouth. Catalina backtracks with her arms outstretched.
“First impressions matter, and you made a bad one, never-medaled!”
When Dominique’s done spitting out the taste of Melocoton’s lemon-scented shampoo (At least it isn’t peach), she marches over to the Hot Mama, who stands akimbo infuriatingly patient.
“Let me make something clear,” Dominique’s hand strikes like lightning on Catalina’s cheek, CRACK!. Catalina slowly turns her head back to face Domi with eyes ablaze, a faint chalk imprint of a hand on her face.
“I’m an actual legend,” Dominique points her thumb to herself with a voice assured it’s speaking the absolute truth. “No one cares what you did in a half-empty community center in South Africa. To me and everyone else, you’re overpriced bikini meat past its expiration date.”
The gymnast claps her chalky hands on Catalina’s cleavage and shoves her back a step. “Take your fat ass out of my ring and be glad I let you off with a count-out loss!”
Catalina’s not about to take that from anyone, especially her opponent “Tu perra arrogante!”
She storms back in and gives the Mighty Mite a receipt shove to the gurls. The height and weight advantage bring a lot of extra power to the push, so it takes Daly clean off her feet. The bouncy brunette takes the bump flat-backed and tumbles back into a three-point stance, Domi explodes into a charge certain to cut Catalina in half.
Or not. Queen Peach has been wrestling since she was 14. An angry Lightweight doesn’t get her pulse racing. With astonishing ease, Catalina takes on Dominique’s tackle, picking up her diminutive foe with an arm between the legs and one over the shoulder.
Melocoton plants her opponent into the canvas with a Bodyslam.
Dominque gets up with the ring’s first ripple but with a hand at her aching back and facing away from her Destroyer-class opponent.
Catalina snatches that supporting hand away, crosses it over Domi’s stomach and does the same with the other, trapping the Olympian in a StraightJacket Hold. Melocoton uses the power in her glorious glutes to fire Dominque into the air and empathically arc the shortie into the mat. Dominique lands hard on her shoulderblades, her ridiculously toned ass in the air for abundant flash photography as Catalina bridges to make the maneuver a potential pinfall.
CROSS-ARM SUPLEX
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ONE!
TW-NOOO!
Daly wrenches her arms free and flops out of the pin onto her knees.
A seated Mama Miracle casts her eyes toward the dazed Daly, smirking at her veteran foe as she settles on her haunches.
“They let anyone be an alternate to the Olympic team back in the day, didn’t they?” she chuckles.
Catalina pushes to her feet and moves to the slowly rising former gymnast turned menace. But giving up near thirty pounds to Mamasita Backseata isn’t in the leotard-clad Domi’s favor if menacing is what she has in mind.
Melocoton wraps her hands around Dominique’s noggin and hauls the diminutive brunette the rest of the way to her chalked feet. She pivots and heaves Daly via an Irish Whip with a Puerto Rican flare, Catalina shifting her hips in a samba as she follows to mid-ring, then nearly takes Domi’s head off with a scythe-like clothesline that turns the Mighty Mite inside out.
Daly backflips from the force of arm against clavicle, the ponytailed grappler landing on her spandex sheathed chest. Tenacious, Daly tries to push up but falls flat to the canvas, unable to immediately shake off the wild ride courtesy the well-travelled rookie, leaving even the infamous tumbler a bit dizzied.
“I do believe Mama and Baby Melocoton are going to fit right in around here!” she shouts to the front rows and the FAWNatics seem excited about the prospect.
With Catalina taking a circuit around the ring, leading the crowd in a rhythmic clap, Daly’s able to push to hands and knees just in time for the Return of Queen Peach. Melocoton grabs Domi by the ponytail and hauls a wincing Daly to her feet. And again, The Miraculous One sends the muscular but tiny Dominique sprinting across the canvas with a whip.
The Puerto Rican powerhouse watches Domi fly into a back-first collision with the buckles, the former gymnast somehow remaining on her feet after the body-rocking impact. Catalina races after her foe and vaults into the air from several feet out, rotating 90 degrees to the right to deliver a Running Hip Attack to blast the Mighty Mite.
Thankfully for Daly and the precious few others in the house supporting her, the Ultimate Athlete throws her body out of the way, removing herself as a crash pad, leaving Catalina to THUMP harshly into the thinly padded steel of the buckles.
A wobbly Catalina staggers away from the impact with the Pac Rim beauty racing beside her, grabbing Mama Miracle in a side headlock and sitting out. As Domi’s taut, comparatively tiny derriere hits the deck, so does Catalina’s cranium, Daly delivering a bulldog to her larger adversary. Catalina absently flops to her back after the collision. The reenergized Oregonian kips to her feet as easily as putting one foot in front of the other.
Lifting her arms high and wide, any applause the Ultimate Athlete might have been erroneously expecting is replaced by a loud round of boos. Domi’s fake smile turns to a sour puss and the ponytailed brunette offers the assembled a double bird flip.
“The last thing this company needs is another fat-ass lumbering around the lot like an SUV when you can ride with a Maserati like me!”
As the Tumbling Terror makes her opinion known to the crowd, Catalina’s slowly rising. Catching her opponent out of the corner of the former gymnast’s eye, Daly pivots and leaps in from Melocoton’s blind spot, wrapping an arm around the Puerto Rican’s throat from behind and yanking Mama Miracle off her feet with a nasty Mitey Crash.
Mitey Crash ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=vOYLrSI0K7U )
The pocket-sized aerialist scrambles atop her curvy counterpart, pressing tight in a lateral press while hooking her foe’s thicc far leg for the…
ONE…
Catalina shoves Domi all the way to verticality, the FAWNartics roaring at the show of strength, while Daly’s almond-shaped eyes widen with concern.
As the persistent Melocoton begins to rise, the anxiety melts from the Mite when Domi’s abbreviated but sinewy stems pump like a V-8’s pistons. She zooms to the far ropes and rebounds, dark brown tail swooshing behind her as she vaults into a crossbody splash across Catalina’s ample chest.
Queen Peach stumbles no more than a step or two before catching her balance and shaking her head, letting the FAWNatics know something very bad is happening to Dominique. With practiced ease, the Miraculous One shifts Daly onto her slammin’ shoulder. Catalina surges forward with Daly in her possession, about to rattle the ring with a powerslam. But as Mama-seata prepares to make a Domi-sized divot, the former gymnast escapes her fate, slipping out of Catalina’s grasp.
Landing behind the bigger grappler, Domi shoves the FAWN rookie forward. Melocoton uses the momentum to hit the cables in front of her. It’s the Puerto Rican’s turn to rebound and she lifts a Big Boot toward the exotic features of the former Olympic alternate.
The diminutive Daly easily ducks under the effort and sprints to the strands from which Mama Miracle had emerged. Catalina pivots and plucks a returning Dominique off the deck, ready to squash the flitting gnat. But Domi has other ideas, spinning like a top around the bewildered Queen Peach until the former gymnast’s 720-degree trip orbiting Melocoton sends the Miraculous One flipping into the air courtesy a spectacular Tilt-A-Whirl Head Scissors Takedown.
Tilt-A-Whirl Head Scissors Takedown ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=gDfFR7ycA98 )
With Catalina’s dark eyes spinning, her frazzled frame near the bottom rope, an eager Domi pushes her advantage, racing into a baseball slide, bare feet battering the bosom of Queen Peach. The chalky soles of the former gymnast send the grimacing Catalina rolling out underneath, plopping to a meaty SPLAT on the arena floor, Mama-Seata trying to regain her bearings.
As Melocoton slowly climbs to her feet, the arrogant Ultimate Athlete scales the buckles nearest her curvy foe. Reaching the top with a top-rope aided spring to the penthouse, Domi drops into an expectant crouch as Catalina slowly turns in her direction.
At the perfect moment, Dominique leaps from her perch and nothing is going to halt this crossbody collision from taking Catalina off her feet, the Puerto Rican splashed and smashed beneath the tiny, guided missile that is Dominique Daly.
The high-flying, hardbody hottie pushes off the puddled Catalina’s tits and stands astride her hips, proudly curling a defined bicep and patting her toned abdominals as she yells at the undeserving audience.
“This is what peak performance looks like!”
In truth, the vast majority of the arena agrees with Dominique, nonetheless they still shower the former North American, Television, and Lightweight champion with hateful jeers. She scoffs and waves them off dismissively.
“Don't tire yourselves out, you slobs.”
Domi feels something brush her leg and looks down to see Melocoton turning over onto all fours. She lifts her right leg and pivots to the newcomer’s left with the poise of a ballerina.
“Come ‘ere, Mom-bod.”
Domi leans down and traps Catalina’s dome in a Side Headlock.
“I’m going to show you how we do it in the big leagues.”
Dominique takes off into a run forcing Catalina to keep up or risk injury, though that may be inevitable. As they near a set of steel steps, the Olympian uses those powerful legs of hers to vault over the large obstacle. During Dominique’s flight over the stairs, she breaks her clasp and HAMMERS Catalina’s lovely face into the top step!
The tens of thousands in the arena groan at once- OOOOHHHH, but it still can’t drown out the echoing BWUNG! of flesh hitting metal.
“Ooough! Oh gawwd…” Clutching her face, Melocoton airs a harrowed moan as she spills from the stairs and writhes on the barely padded cement of the arena.
Lifelong supporters of Queen Peach pray that her FAWN debut doesn’t end with a broken nose!
The dominant Dominique skips and hops to a seat onto the apron, then slowly rolls under the bottom rope to break referee Craig Long’s count. Like a strewn glass bottle she rotates through a perfect arc from one side of the ring and out the other, landing on her bare toes outside the ring behind Catalina some feet away.
The delicious Destroyer in question shows serious heart by getting up under her own power with a hand on the steel steps that pained her so. Bowed over, she feels her visage, making sure everything’s in the right place and not busted open. Finding no obvious contusions, she raises her head and gives a thumbs up with a wince to placate the worried FAWNatics in the front row.
“All good! AlluugGH!”
Daly comes running from behind blindsiding Catalina with a forearm shiver to the nape of her foe’s neck. The maligned MILF stumbles forward, bent at the waist but staying on her feet.
Daly doesn’t look a gift horse in the mouth and snags Catalina’s ring togs by the back of her collar and just above the waist. The former gymnast escorts her foe away from the ring.
Dominique puts some sass on the latter grip, sawing the spandex into Catalina’s sweet spot and bare more of her famous ass.
“Want to meet your new fans?” the Mighty Mite grunts with the effort of giving the larger woman the bum’s rush to the guardrail.
She lifts Melocoton briefly into the air and lobs Queen Peach stomach-first on the top of the metal barrier. Catalina’s eyes bug, her mouth dropping with a guttural moan. The ticket-buyers who don’t have their phones out recording the combatants, give the miserable mama-seata supportive pats on the back.
With phase one complete, Daly gleefully moves on to phase two. The Olympian gaudily rubs her chalky hands over Catalina’s thicc cheeks. Broadcasting over the FAWNtron is Daly’s face grinning with malice to the fourth wall, angled next to one of the best assets in wrestling.
“To everyone in the Lightweight division, this is your future!”
Dominique torques her hips into a spank that sends ripples through the Puerto Rican’s moneymaker.
“OW!” Catalina cringes and yelps indignantly from her awkward perch. She blindly tries to kick away the rude gnat.
“Get away youoOOW! AAAIEE!!!”
Dominique goes hard on those hams with both hands!
Alternating between each, she flicks her palms whip-like to get the most out of each swing and is rewarded with a satisfying CRACK! each time.
The former gymnast is an object of hate while Catalina’s nearly beloved by some, but fickle fans are always fair-weather when it comes to a wrestler being taken to the woodshed!
Domi gets the loudest, most positive reaction in years, and it’s for making it rain palms on a good girl’s backside.
CRACK! CRACK!
Inside the ring, the official winces at the sharp echoes of Daly’s paddling and Melocoton’s screams. In another league, they would have been counted out by now, but Bethany Christian allows extra time for ‘Future FAWN highlights’.
Dominique spanks a full witch’s dozen on each cheek before pausing to admire her literal handiwork. Catalina’s brown buns have a rosy hue from the spanking with a light dusting of white chalk looking like fresh snow on top. With the green of her makeshift thong, you have a gift set of Christmas colors.
Domi hightails it away from her bottom-heavy workout bag to the guardrail on the other side of the entrance ramp. She points to the flock of fans in front of Melocoton.
“You want a souvenir!?”
She races toward them, her dark brown ponytail bobbing with each stride, and kicks off the ground to soar at them with a Running Dropkick.
Domi’s feet slap into Melocoton’s glutes for one last whack.
Ms. Miracle wails as she’s blasted off the barrier into a sea of humanity, Catalina capsizes and bowling over a handful of FAWNatics. One lucky woman gets a faceful of peach before she’s trapped under her new favorite wrestler and will have to deal with strange new feelings for several months.
Dominique struts up the steel steps like the cat who ate the canary and pulls herself atop the corner. She lies across the right angle of ropes meeting at the top buckle like a hammock. Daly curls one hand behind her head and waves dismissively at the wreckage she’s caused with the other.
“Count her out.”
Craig Long resists rolling his eyes at the attitude he’s receiving but does his job. He swings a hand up and projects loudly. “One!”
Catalina can barely hear him over the cacophony of voices, the mob of fans trying to unknot themselves from the surprise moshpit. Well, some are trying. A few are making the task look more difficult than it needs to be, extending the up close and personal interaction they’re having with a hot, sweaty woman in spandex.
Enduring unwarranted searches of her curves, Mama Melocoton wriggles out from under the swarm of groping hands, climbs over the guardrail, still bearing an undignified wedgie, and plops on the floor.
“Sixteen! Seventeen!”
Blinking wide, in a daze, Catalina wipes soaking, matted strands of hair from her face and spits the taste of a young man’s abs from her mouth she dragged against when in the pile (she didn’t mind that actually…).
“Eighteen!”
Hearing the referee’s rising count, panic sets in, spurring Catalina to surge off the floor and lunge into a slide under the bottom rope.
The rough texture of the canvas scrapes against her cleavage, but it’s a small price to pay to hear Long stop at “Ninete-” and wave the match on.
A sour-faced Daly drops from her perch and covers a yawn.
“So, you’re back.”
Despite the comment, Melocoton remains unaware of Domi’s approach, Catalina slowly pushing to her feet.
The Mighty Mite wastes no time, spinning Queen Peach to face her. The ponytailed brunette wraps her hands around Melocoton’s noggin and SMASHES the Puerto Rican MILF’s face into the canvas with her Snap Facebuster.
Snap Facebuster ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=nqQ2ZCG_Wx0 ) :48
Mama Miracle, looking like she might need one, flops to her back, dark eyes glassy as Dominique’s domination has left her adversary in a daze.
Seeing Catalina splayed in front of a convenient corner, Domi hustles to the buckles and nimbly pops to the top. She turns to face her target, raising her arms high and wide, drawing a torrent of boos from the crowd.
The former gymnast launches HIGH into the Orlando airspace. At the top of her flight, the leotard-clad hardbody tucks in a tight ball then spreads wide like a flying squirrel as she descends into an ab-crushing frog splash. But Mama-Seata has other ideas, raising her legs and offering her bony kneecaps as a landing pad. Even Domi’s chiseled midriff can’t save her from a breathtaking impaling across the knees.
The FAWNatics roar with relief as the arrogant aerialist rolls away from the fateful impact, retching and hugging her taut tummy. As Daly tries to regain her oxygen, slowly shifting on her back from shoulder to shoulder, Catalina’s in a recovery mode of her own.
Melocoton pushes through the pain, sure there’s another miracle to create for the forty-something FAWN rookie. Reaching her boot soles, Queen Peach strides to a rising Daly. Catalina takes advantage of Domi’s bruised belly, blasting her with a follow-up toe kick to the midriff.
With the Mighty Mite doubled at the waist and looking far from her moniker, the newly arrived Hollywood native sidles beside the bent Daly. Grabbing her foe’s left wrist, Melocoton pulls the limb between Domi’s muscular if abbreviated stems. Collecting it on the opposite side of the brunette’s crotch, the bigger Catalina shows Dominique who’s her mommy, vaulting Daly into the air with her pumphandle grip and depositing the diminutive Domi to the deck with a suplex.
Pumphandle Suplex ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=ujvowfzFXog )
The former gymnast uses the momentum of the ring-rattling collision to momentarily push to her chalked tootsies. She turns to face Catalina with little fists raised, but with hazel, almond-shaped eyes crossed. Daly manages a step toward Mama Miracle before taking a header back to the canvas, left face down and unmoving.
A grinning Queen Peach hovers over the fallen Mite then drops a Big Elbow to the base of Daly’s spine when the ponytailed brunette starts to rise. Domi’s flattened to the mat but only for a moment, as Melocoton passes on pushing Daly to a pin and instead draws Dominique up with her as she rises.
Keeping a tight grip on Daly’s left wrist, Catalina seems prepared to send the Mite racing to the far buckles with an Irish Whip. However, she holds on and reels the smaller grappler back into a ripcord clothesline that sends the back of Domi’s skull and her spine to the mat at warp speed.
The Puerto Rican turns her backside to the splayed former Olympian and bootypops all over her fallen foe, the crowd instantly falling in love with the show.
Bootypop ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=WJczfOmGAuM )
Having displayed her dominance, Mama-Seata closes her spread legs and backflips into a standing moonsault, her curvy frame SPLASHING across the taut tummy of the dilapidated Domi. In a crossbody pin after the crushing landing, Catalina hooks both limp lower limbs of the spandex-sheathed Pacific Rim beauty, rolling Domi into a tight cradle for a huge inaugural victory with the…
ONE…
TWO…
Daly’s body spasms in the control of the bigger woman, barely getting a shoulder up in time. Long confirms with two raised fingers to the chagrin of Mama Miracle. But the rookie is undeterred, ‘helping’ Domi to her feet.
Face to face with a wobbly Daly, Catalina closes, dips and wraps her arms around Daly’s abdomen. She lifts the featherweight with ease into a tight bearhug. As a wincing Dominique pries fruitlessly at the hands of Queen Peach, Mother Melocoton cinches tighter still, drawing a gasp from the former gymnast. Catalina shakes Daly from side to side to rattle her foe’s senses.
With Domi distressed, Mama-Seata shifts Daly’s flagging frame to a fireman’s carry, popping the Mite across her shoulders. Catalina enjoys a brief march around the ring with Dominique strapped in place like a squirming backpack. Finally, Melocoton shrugs Daly off to the side and perfectly times a heavy-duty hip shimmy that catches the face of a plummeting Domi flush. The former gymnast whiplashes from the impact, left starfished and in a droopy-eyed stupor from Catalina’s Go To Peach.
The rookie, evidently feeling the end is near for her former Olympian counterpart, passes on the immediate pin and pulls the ragdolled Daly to her chalked, bare feet. She pops the dishragged brunette across her shoulders in another foreman’s carry, ready to give Domi one last taste of the peach courtesy her Peach Plunge.
Mama Miracle shifts the Mite to an Electric Chair position atop her shoulders, ready to deliver Domi to the facesit ending of the FAWN rookie’s dreams.
Peach Plunge ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=CnQZQGKJKXA ) :07
But before, Catalina can wrap her hands around the back of Domi’s neck and drop to the Driver, the former gymnast pulls out of her paralysis. She spins her hardbody frame to a reverse electric chair, tiny tush tight to the back of Catalina’s skull. Instantly, Daly throws her body into a front flip and Canadian DESTROYS Melocoton in spectacular fashion, drawing an anxious groan from the crowd.
Canadian Destroyer ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=lmkmTzYB7Kk ) :02
A demolished Catalina, tables turned, settles in a slumped kneel on her haunches, arms limp at her sides. A few feet away, Dominique hardly looks better, left in a spreadeagle, drawing in deep breaths. Her durability and a stiff shot of adrenaline allow Domi to magically kip to her feet and review the ragged condition of her adversary.
Catalina proves the former gymnast isn’t the only one with persistence. Melocoton shakes her braincase to jangle her wits back in place and slowly rises to stooped feet. Unfortunately, before she can fully straighten, a predatory Daly is racing from a rebound off the ropes to Mama Miracle’s side.
Domi races in from the FAWN rookie’s left and takes flight after snatching Catalina’s head in her hands. Flipping forward, Dominique violently rips the Puerto Rican off her feet, Catalina barrel rolling to a devastating collision with the canvas from the Mighty Mite’s Flipping Neckbreaker.
Flipping Neckbreaker ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=zygcKJ9cMNE ) :03
Domi shoves a gobsmacked Mam-Seata to her back, climbing atop the bigger grappler in a full-body, grapevine pin, Daly pressing her palms into the front of Catalina’s shoulders for the…
ONE…
TWO…
Mama Melocoton upsets Daly’s efforts to end her initial voyage into the FAWNiverse, throwing a shoulder up to keep the match alive. She rolls to her chest and digs her nails into the canvas, pulling herself away from a startled Domi, hoping to find safe harbor in the rubber-coated steel of the ropes. Catalina gets within inches of the saving strands before a risen Dominique grabs her foe by an ankle and tugs Mama Miracle back to the center.
Dominique lets the stem drop heavily on the canvas and unkindly stomps on Catalina’s stomach, leaning her weight on it as she sneers.
“You want me to put your fat ass on the shelf your first night here? Is that it? Show some common sense and throw in the towel.”
Retching, Catalina curls around the iron beam masquerading as a woman’s leg. She weakly pushes at Domi’s muscular calf while raising her head defiantly, rasping
“You don't have the goods, if I was facing Janel Manning, maybe thenOubohh! BOuhh!!”
At the mention of her self-important ex-partner The Leader of the Domi-Nation stomps Melocoton’s middle like she’s trying to break the popular Puerto Rican wrestler in half with pure force. Dominique proceeds to circle Melocoton, trampling different parts of her body till she’s in the correct position: left breast, left shoulder, left hip, three times on the groin, right shin, right thigh, ribs, and right breast.
By the time Dominique is done, Catalina is almost single file on the mat whimpering pitifully. Daly turns her back to the mushed matriarch and mimes kicking up dirt over the living corpse, angrily mocking “See what happens when you get mouthy with a REAL star?”
She swaggers over to the nearest corner and lifts a foot onto the second turnbuckle.
Daly slaps the top turnbuckle repeatedly egging on the onlookers.
“Do you cretins want some peach wine!?”
A thunderous wave of negativity hits the FAWN staple and it feels like a refreshing shower to Dominique, “Well that’s what you’re getting!”
The baneful brunette climbs the corner and balances on the top ropes before kicking off into a flawless backflip. The FAWNatics suck in a worried breath watching Daly soar into her finisher, a Moonsault Double Foot Stomp that comes down like a hammer… onto an empty canvas!
Catalina rolls to safety at the last moment saving her abs from a permanent imprint of Domi’s soles. Domi avoids busting both ankles by gracefully tumbling into an extended somersault that brings her to a crouched stance.
As much as they hate her, the crowd is compelled to applaud the show of skill.
Catalina collects all the will and grit she can and gets off the mat with fists low but ready to fly. Dominique is flushed with frustration at her moment denied and is fit to take this obstinate bitch’s head off, yelling “Just stay down, you old has-been!” and sprinting across the ring with a Pump Kick that has Catalina’s name on it.
Queen Peach looks like she’s running on fumes and can’t raise her arms to block.
Instead, she swivels like a saloon door letting Dominique blur past and latches on a rigid Full Nelson before the Lightweight can hit ropes. Domi’s chin is pressed tight to her sternum by the heavy pressure on the back of her neck and it’s increasing by the second.
Catalina feels the smaller gal attempting to slither free and starts twisting Domi back and forth with frenzied motions, whipping the athlete around till her arms droop toward the ring floor. Catalina brings her lips as close to Domi’s ear as she can and heatedly whispers, “I’m no has-been. But you’re a never-was.”
This horrific slander is like auditory acid to the former champion. Dominique’s lips curl for a scathing retort when Catalina snaps into a bridge, banging the brunette into the canvas with a Dragon Suplex.
www.youtube.com/watch?v=_tAIoPWhTXI
Dominique jounces from the point of impact skidding to the ropes, her body tingling from the tips of her toes to the tips of her fingers. She would’ve fallen out of the ring if not for instinctively hooking her elbow over the bottom cable, stopping her ejection at the apron.
Catalina sits up and looks at her opponent and lets out a little sigh of disappointment, “That damned tick…”.
She was hoping to throw the maniacal Mite to the outside. She labors up and stalks over to Daly rolling her shoulders and getting the kinks out of her neck, “Time to squash this bug.”
Daly’s slowly gets her knees under her and leans heavily on the middle cable The spots are clearing from her eyes when a hand grips the base of her ponytail and starts painfully tugging Daly back to her full height.
Dominique yelps and squeals with each yank that threatens to rip her hair out by the roots. She digs her thumbs into The Miracle’s wrist to ward her off and gets her head shaken like a Polaroid picture for the impertinence.
“I try to show respect on a first impression,“ Catalina finally gets a now bobble-headed Dominique standing on the apron, “but since you decided to put on your bitch shoes, I’ll respond in kind.” CRACK!
Catlina’s free hand turns Domi’s head sideways with a bytch slap that sends a spray of sweat and spit into the air. Eagle-eyed fans see a touch of red on the Ultimate Athlete’s lips.
Catalina’s in full mom mode; wagging a shaming finger and drilling the lesson into the brat’s brain, “The golden rule, hunny! You should know it by HUACKKK!!”
Domi grabs the back of Catlina’s head as she steps off the apron crushing The Miracle’s neck against the top rope with The Mighty Mite’s full weight dragging her down.
Catalina is sprung back by the taut cable onto the canvas, coughing up a storm and missing a few hairs that remain clutched between Domi’s fingers. She mean-mugs the declawed cougar hacking up a lung in the ring and blows the honey-brown strands away with a kiss.
“I only care about gold medals, bitch!”
Dominique jumps onto the apron watching Catalina like a hawk. When Mama-seata’s eyes blur from strangulation-induced tears, Meolcoton rising with her hands at her throat, Dominique vaults onto the top strand and springs toward her prey with a front flip. She catches Catlina’s head as she flies past and slams the Destroyer’s upper body against the deck with a Springboard Blockbuster.
DALY DOUBLE
www.youtube.com/watch?v=8aGoxWk4MS0
Catalina’s blown into a matchbook with her nerves afire and her mouth agape from the flash of pain.
Dominique kips up and passes on a cover. She takes Catalina’s ear-adjacent ankles and flips her legs to get the Miracle in a single file. Dominique skips over her foe’s unmoving form and hightails it to the closest corner, running up the buckles like it was nothing. The Olympian rockets into another flawless Moonsault that drives her chalked-up feet into Melocoton’s midsection. Perfect form. 10 out of 10 from the judges.
STICKING THE DISMOUNT
www.youtube.com/watch?v=hjHznQji_JM
“GAAAAHHHHCK!!” Catalina jacknifes under the human pillar making a sound like her soul was dying.
Domi treasures the look of her foe’s shocked eyes going crossed, then closing as Catalina melts to the floor with a sigh.
The unquestionably winning woman hops off the non-miraculous one and pushes her head to the side with a foot, grinding it lightly on her cheek. Domi gestures dismissively at ref Craig Long.
“Let’s get this over with.”
The official holds his tongue at the unnecessary rudeness and quickly lowers to make the count.
ONE…
TWO…
THREE!!!
The bell commemorates the victorious Mite’s win amid a storm of boos from a packed arena. Not that it mattered to Dominique. After insisting the ref raise her hand with her foot on the loser’s face, Daly looks down and taunts the bruised peach, “Want a memorable image for your FAWN debut?”
Dominique shovels the insensate Melocoton onto her front, then lifts her by the hips till she can get the defeated dame’s knees bent enough to keep Melocoton’s wide rump elevated. Making sure she has the cameraman’s full attention, Dominique places a boot atop those conquered glutes with a hand at her hip and the other arm flexing a bicep, a great shot that’ll get a full page spread in the next issue of Gladiatrix.
“I’m the past, present, and future of this company. And soon, I’ll be placing the Lightweight championship back where it belongs. Around my waist!”