Post by SammieSinclair on Nov 9, 2014 16:21:37 GMT
Agnes Appleby...
Charlotte Coles...
Cosette LeBlanc...
Modeste Reaux...
The buzz of the crowd dissipates quickly when Madame Anciline DeCyr walks to center stage. Anci waits patiently for silence and only when it comes does the French aristocrat begin.
“Madames and monsieurs. the women I have taken under my tutelage were defeated by the Blackbirds at Summer Swelter.”
Some of the more adventurous in the crowd cheer loudly before they are shushed.
“This is no crime for Dare and Bliss are a formidable team. But as I said then, so I will again, they will reach the top. Though may learn slowly, so they will learn and win surely. This you will see tonight on FAWN’s greatest stage.”
The curious FAWNatics buzz anew and the noise only grows when Le Bien Qui Fait Mal (The Good Thing That Hurts) signals the end of Anciline’s address and the entrance of a pair of familiar and despised faces from stage right.
(“LE BIEN FAIT MAL”:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=g6R770P9wl0 )
As DeCyr moves toward the ring, her movements keeping a regal bearing, a tiny brunette and her larger, blonde and heavily mascared counterpart take the place of the woman who could now presumably be not only considered a FAWN heavyweight in the administration but the women’s manager. Surely this was a conflict of interest, but surely there would be few willing to bring it up with Madame DeCyr.
The dark-haired French turncoat sets herself center stage, button nose firmly in the air. She gives her long dark locks a ferocious shake. While next to her, the Creole wild child from the bayou, bobs and weaves with a wide, predatory grin.
The Frenchwoman provides the assembled an international, one-fingered salute. The chocolate-colored strands of the one-time Riviera apartment house wrestler bounce to and fro when she strides confidently toward the squared circle. Always a kinetic ball of energy, she remains an enigmatic one as well, one that everyone in the house knows will use any means necessary to get what she wants…LA VICTOIRE!
Beside her, her partner “plays” with the FAWNatics, reaching out before pulling away her hand, barking at anyone who gives her lip and feigning slaps and punches at the more aggressive in their taunts.
As they reach the ring, the PA blares to life…
“Tonight’s next contest is a tag team match with a 20-minute time limit. First. Standing 5 feet 2 inches tall, weighing in at a 101 pounds from Nice, France, COSETTTE LEBLANC. And from Natchitoches, Louisiana, standing 5 feet 4 inches tall and weighing in at 113 pounds, Modeste Reaux. Together they are French Kiss!”
The duo traipse up the ring steps and take turns sliding through the ropes, joining DeCyr. Cosette is clad in a skin-tight, metallic, cherry-red sports bra and boy-cut trunks with black boots and knee pads. Modeste is dressed in a purple bustier with a black laced panel front, ruffled attached micro-skirt, black garters and black stockings with lace trim and finished off with black stiletto heels. She shuffles off the footwear and kicks them into the stands.
While Cosette scowls at the morons, shaking her head and Modeste plays to the more lascivious in the crowd, Anciline holds a microphone waiting for the team’s accompaniment and the crowd’s jeers to fade.
Anciline makes her full address in French, driving the Orlando crowd to distraction and raucous boos. Both Cosette and Modeste chuckle at some of the comments, drawing furious verbal reprisals from the clueless FAWNatics.
“And,” Anciline concludes, only now using English, “please send down my lovely, shall we say handpicked rivals for the night.”
DeCyr moves to the ropes, hands over her microphone, and heads to her station below the Kiss corner to await the women all of FAWNdom is now on the edge of their seats to see.
After a few long moments, “Scandalous Scholastics” by Gym Class Heroes begins to pump through the arena’s speakers, and the announcer brings his mic up to proclaim…
“Their opponents…they are first, hailing from Waterboro, Maine, standing five feet, four inches and weighing in at one-hundred and thirty four pounds, AGNES APPLEBY…and her partner, from Charlotte, North Carolina, at a height of five feet and three inches, weighing one-hundred and twenty one pounds, CHARLOTTE COLES…together they are PTA: THE PRETTY TUFF ANGELS!”
The crowd gives Appleby and Coles a rousing ovation, in no small part due to their enduring popularity with many fans despite less-than-stellar careers in FAWN, but mostly at the moment because they would cheer anyone who was going up the arrogant French Kiss.
PTA move confidently down the aisle, slapping at many of the outstretched hands as they make their way to the ring. Agnes wear a black one-piece with wide white trim and straps tied in a bow behind the neck, white ankle boots and black knee pads, while Charlotte is garbed all in pink, with a one-piece with small ruffled trim, and pink boots to match. As they approach the ring steps, they are made to walk past de Cyr, who makes no effort to conceal her smirk as she silently sizes them up and finds them lacking of the greatness inherent in her own protégés.
Stepping into the ring, PTA give waves to the still-cheering fans, then turn their attention to their opponents. For their part, French Kiss are as unimpressed with their adversaries as Anciline clearly is, smugly looking them up and down from their side of the ring. The referee gives his final instructions, then orders the teams to send one of their members out of the ring. Cosette, who has locked eyes with Agnes, says nothing, but points her finger directly at the ‘Saucy Schoolmarm’, and the wordless challenge is accepted as Charlotte and Modeste slip between the ropes and take their places on the apron.
The bell clangs and the two brunettes move swiftly, circling one another as the distance between them grows smaller, until suddenly Appleby manages to snare LeBlanc in a side headlock. The Frenchwoman braces her feet and, with a small grunt, manages to push her opponent off, breaking the hold. Agnes is unfazed…the opening minute or two of a match is essentially when wrestlers get a sense of what the other is capable of. Clearly, the diminutive Frenchwoman is capable of countering a basic move. Now, Appleby muses, it’s time to see what else she can do.
And when Cosette reaches to tie up with Agnes, she drives a toekick into the tummy of the mutinous Frenchwoman. LeBlanc doubles with a gurgle, Appleby tugging Cozy‘s lowered head into a tight front facelock. Reaching for a handful of shiny red spandex on Cosette’s hip, the ex-teacher buggywhips the diminutive brunette over in a snap suplex.
LeBlanc arches in pain, but still stuck in Agnes’ grip, she rises when her foe does and Appleby repeats the process, Cozy SLAMMING into the canvas with significant emphasis. The former schoolmarm rips Cosette up again and seems ready for the triple play when the Frenchwoman snakes a leg around that of Agnes, blocking another trip. The counter is short-lived, however, when Appleby releases Cozy’s gear and slips in a kidney punch to the Froggie’s side. UP AND OVER LeBlanc goes again, the mat thumping with her third landing.
Appleby scrambles to her feet and bows at a frustrated Anci. In the corner, Modeste rants at her teammate, begging for her chance. Agnes ignores the irritated Family DeCyr and collects Cosette from the canvas.
Quickly, the PTA member encircles Cozy’s noggin with a side headlock and this time the dazed mademoiselle isn’t so quick to break free. More than that, she’s pulled along for the ride as Appleby surges toward her own corner. Sitting out just before she reaches the wide-eyed Charlotte, Agnes drops to her taut derriere and bulldogs Cosette into the canvas, PLANTING her foe’s braincase into the thinly-sheathed plywood.
LeBlanc bounces to her back offering the ex-teacher the perfect opportunity to call class early. Diving atop Cosette in a lateral press, Agnes hooks an abbreviated leg for ONE…TWO…and the Frenchwoman kicks her way free, rolling to her side.
From the sidelines, Modeste offers some disdainful “encouragement” for her partner before Anciline quiets her kin. Meanwhile, Appleby shows a little more togetherness with her tag team companion. Tugging Cosette up with a handful of hair as she rises, Appleby stretches a hand out to the baby-blue-eyed blonde and slaps hands with Coles.
Agnes, now with control of a wrist, steps under LeBlanc’s limb and twists the arm, drawing a pained squeak out of the slow-starting Cosette. With Charlotte in, she hands over the arm to Coles who give it a ragged shake, sending a wincing Cozy to one knee.
Beaming, Charlotte draws LeBlanc back up and leads her halfway down the length of the ropes. There, she sends the French waterbug off with an Irish whip and follows quickly behind. Cosette hits the ropes for a rebound, but barely gets a step out before she’s gutted by the blonde’s raised knee and Cozy goes flipping over. Landing on her backside, the gasping Froggie hugs her belly.
In the Kiss corner, Modeste rolls her well-mascared eyes, but remains silent. For its part, the crowd is ecstatic to see PTA taking charge in the battle of recently christened teams. Behind the seated Cosette, the pretty and pink Coles surges toward LeBlanc from her foe’s six and leaps over the former Huggable’s right shoulder, grabbing Cosette’s noggin as she flips by, and SLAMMING Cozy’s forehead into the canvas between her extended stems.
Cosette’s braincase snaps back as she spreads out in a tiny starfish and Charlotte feels compelled to dive atop her in a full body pin for ONE…TWO…and LeBlanc throws a shoulder up.
Rising without complaint, Coles quickly drops a knee into Cosette’s ribs, and another, and another, leaving Cozy a gagging, bugeyed wreck, again swaddling her midriff. The blonde grabs an ankle of the downed LeBlanc and, to the crowd’s delight, drags her cavewoman-style to the PTA corner, slapping palms with Agnes.
Charlotte gleefully hands Cozy’s ankle over to her partner and Appleby drops to the canvas, sending an elbow deep into the muscle of Cosette’s inner thigh, drawing a pained yelp out of the befuddled Frenchwoman.
The former schoolteacher bends and twists the stem, eliciting an indignant yip. Cosette manages to get a grip in Agnes’ long dark locks and give Appleby’s head a nasty shake, but the ref frees the PTA member from the blatant illegality.
Agnes rolls to her feet, never losing her possession of Cosette’s lower limb, keeping the former Riviera apartment house wrestler grounded. LeBlanc tries to kick her way free but only ends with Agnes in possession of both ankles. Appleby quickly crosses them around her own posted stem and, with Cozy’s abbreviated gam in a figure four, her fellow brunette drops to the canvas, the infamous leglock in place.
Cozy howls now, Appleby’s submission in tight and working its magic. LeBlanc sits up to take a swing but finds her fists coming up empty. Prying her way free is quickly proven fruitless and the sweat on the Frenchwoman’s brow grows as she bites her lower lip. Desperate, Cosette throws her bodyweight to the right and, with Agnes perhaps thinking the tiny Froggie wouldn’t have the wherewithal, Cosette rolls the brunettes over to their chests, transferring the power of the lock to her legs.
Now, it’s Agnes squirming in pain, her own maneuver turned on her and she rapidly cedes the effort instead of trying to re-turn the tables. Slipping free, Appleby hops to her feet but finds herself hobbling a few steps before leaning into the ropes. Cosette, feeling it in her legs all the more, doesn’t even try to stand, instead crawling toward the Kiss corner, having had enough of PTA for the time being.
Still, Agnes doesn’t want to bid adieu to Cosette so soon. She trails after her fellow brunette, her wheels coming back quickly. She snatches an ankle with LeBlanc a few feet away from the outstretched hand of the spicy, flaxen-haired Cajun.
Trying to shake free, Cosette squirms and twists and tries to scrape Appleby’s grip off with her free boot, only to have Agnes corral the second ankle. Cozy pushes up to ‘walk’ the rest of the way on her hands, but with LeBlanc in ‘wheelbarrow race’ position, it isn’t the Frenchwoman’s call. Instead, Agnes starts to spin and with the centrifugal force demonstrated by the dark-haired beauty, Cosette soon loses contact with the canvas. LeBlanc provides the not-so-merry to Appleby’s go-round and, on the tenth revolution, Cozy is sent flying, landing heavily on her modest chest.
A dizzied Agnes stumbles to a stop, but that’s nothing compared to when LeBlanc tries to rise and make it to Modeste. She’s barely one step into her trek before she takes a header to the canvas and remains there, now even Anciline forced to shake her head.
This looked like the old Cosette, that moron Sanders’ partner, and that Cosette is unacceptable.
The nod was so slight, it was almost imperceptible…save to all but the young woman it was meant for. But Modeste Réaux didn’t really need Anciline’s silent signal to intercede on her partner’s behalf…she had been keening to get into the fight since the clang of the opening bell. Happily for the young blonde, the still-dizzy Appleby was making it all too easy for her.
Still weaving a bit as she walked around her downed opponent in preparation for her next move, the saucy schoolteacher’s thoughts were just clouded enough that she didn’t’ realize how close she had come to the French Kiss corner. Or maybe it just didn’t occur to her that the adversary standing outside of the ropes on the apron would illegally intercede. Whatever the case, Agnes learned her lesson quickly enough, as Réaux threw a punch to the base of her skull. Appleby yelped and stumbled forward a few steps, and unhappily for her, the referee missed it all.
So when the enraged brunette wheeled about and lunged at Modeste, all the official saw was her going after an opponent who wasn’t the legal woman in the ring. Modeste didn’t bother to hide her taunting smirk as Appleby was pulled back by the zebra. That was de Cyr’s cue to step up to the ropes at ringside and begin berating the ref in that special blend of English and French, warning him to “Keep that vache away from my girl!” and then adding, with a face so straight she ought to earn a Tony Award as Best Actress, “We must observe the rules, non?”
This serves the purpose of distracting the official, as he turns to argue with Anciline and order her away from the ropes. It further serves to confuse Agnes who, although now free of the official’s grasp, steps back toward the meddlesome Cajun, yet instinctively turns her head to look at de Cyr. The result is that she is caught unawares as Réaux steps up on the bottom rope for added height and leverage, claps her hands around Appleby’s head, yanks her closer to the ropes, and then jumps down to the arena floor, pulling the brunette down. Unfortunately for the tusslin’ teacher, her downward descent is halted as her throat THWANGS off of the top strand. She ricochets off of the cable, soars backward, and lands flat on her back.
Meanwhile, Cosette has recovered sufficiently to fling herself atop the now-spreadeagled PTAer, and as Anciline has ceased commanding the referee’s attention, he now turns back to the action, dropping to his knees to make his count.
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOOO!
A raised shoulder at the last possible instant spared Appleby from defeat…much to LeBlanc’s frustration. The fuming Frenchwoman slaps both palms to the canvas, then snarls a complaint in her native tongue to the official. She then stands up and grabs the still-gurgling Appleby by her raven mane, ready and all-too-eager to pay the teacher back. However, a sharply stated “Non.” from de Cyr halts her. LeBlanc seems to hesitate for several heartbeats…but then, with a very disgruntled air, lets Agnes go and stomps back to her corner, where she grudgingly tags the outstretched hand of her partner, exchanging themselves.
And in the PTA corner, a near-frantic Charlotte is stomping her boot rhythmically to the mat, trying to start a crowd chant to empower Agnes to energize herself enough to get over to her and make the tag for them.
The Wild Child from the bayou slides through the cables and takes off on a sprint for the brunette’s receding backside. But as she gets to mid-ring, the crawling Agnes makes a leap for her partner and gives ‘five’ to Charlotte.
When Coles hops over the ropes with fists at the ready, Modeste skids to a stop and starts to backpedal, overturned palms outstretched. The sight of anxiety from Reaux is like a red flag to the pink PTAer. She charges at the Mascaraed One, but when Modeste drops to the canvas, she brings Charlotte there in more emphatic fashion with a drop toe hold.
Charlotte’s flawless features hit the canvas HARD. Squeaking after the impact, she rolls to her back, checking her nose with both hands. Leaving herself open, Coles pays further when Modeste hops off her derriere and lands an elbow drop into the midriff of her fellow blonde.
Charlotte folds around the joint, grunting into a ‘V’ before falling to her side. The grimacing Pink Lady rolls away from Modeste, and up to all fours, but Reaux is quickly upon her, literally. Mounting the PTA member in a front straddle of her back, the Cajun wraps her stems around the tummy of the filly in a tight body scissors. Riding Coles hard, Modeste yanking at Charlotte’s long golden mane, DeCyr’s American kin clenches her free hand into a fist, but leaves the thumb noticeably untucked. It becomes clear why when she sends a brutal Asian Spike into Charlotte’s neck just under her right ear.
The nerve hold seems to paralyze Coles, her face turning ashen and blank. Modeste rips Coles’ head back with a tug of her locks, flashing the ivory neck of her foe to the FAWNatics before the Cajun dips her head and taking a naughty bite of the flesh. Leaving an obvious calling card, a smirking Reuax keeps her Spike deep into Charlotte’s nerve bundle, the blonde’s huge blue eyes starting to roll white.
But apparently, after having gotten her taste of the Pink Lady, Modeste is ready to dismount and play with Coles a little longer. Releasing her Spike, the Cajun hauls Charlotte from hands and knees to her feet. A paintbrush of Reaux’s palm to Coles’ cheek seems to draw the PTAer partially out of her stupor. Modeste grabs a wrist and pushes Charlotte deep into the ropes before sending her whipping toward the other side of the squared circle.
Following to center stage, Modeste dips as Charlotte rebounds toward her, ready to send Coles into a high-rise, back body drop, but Charlotte leapfrogs the effort and hits another set of ropes. Bounding back at the spinning Cajun, Charlotte leaps into a crossbody splash across Reaux’s chest. But showing her pedigree, Modeste is not knocked off her feet. Instead, she ends with Charlotte caught horizontally across her chest, squirming futilely for her freedom.
The Louisiana Wild Child strolls around the ring with her cargo, drawing a shake of her head from Tante Anci. But DeCyr’s worries seem unfounded when, with a huge grunt, Modeste throws Charlotte’s legs out away from her body and leaps into a sitout facebuster, PLANTING the PTAer into the deck with impunity.
(SITOUT FACEBUSTER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=JUgHIQB2iis )
Charlotte is face down and motionless until Modeste rolls the demolished blonde to her back and climbs aboard in a lateral press, hooking a leg for...
ONE…
TWO…
... and Coles kicks free, drawing a smattering of applause, the FAWNatics relieved French Kiss hadn’t yet claimed La Victoire.
Modeste gives the official a heavily mascaraed eyeful, the man responding with two raised fingers and silence. Reaux turns to Tante and receives only a motion to press her advantage. Modeste snorts at Anciline but does as she’s bid, plucking Charlotte off the deck by a wrist and aiming her at the farthest corner. Sending her off with an Irish Whip, the Cajun watches as Charlotte turns into a wicked collision with the buckles. As she strides toward the Pink Lady, the impact sending Coles bouncing out from the corner toward her foe, Modeste uses Coles’ momentum against her. Pressing her high off the mat, over her head, Reaux catches her foe momentarily across her shoulders before BURYING Charlotte into the deck with a Pop-Up Samoan Drop.
(POP-UP SAMOAN DROP:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=P6CUIo_87ck )
The blue eyes of the PTAer are shuttered as Coles spreads out in a spasming starfish. Modeste turns and languidly slinks on all fours to the splayed Charlotte, seductively spreading atop her in a full body pin for the...
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOO!
Showing more perseverance than in her Pretty in Pink days, the Pink Lady of the PTA again forces a shoulder up. Furious, Modeste slaps the taste out of Charlotte’s mouth time and time again until Coles’ cheeks are a blazing red. Charlotte rolls to her chest to end the onslaught, but Modeste replies by treating the Pink Lady’s bottom-end cheeks to a tanning.
With buns rosier than her attire, Charlotte scoots away from Modeste’s paddling, only to have the Cajun grab her by an ankle. Reaux rises and lifts Charlotte’s captured leg high, like she’s trapped the rare Blondus Pinkificus. Coles kicks her free leg at the Bayou Punk, trying to work her way loose, but Modeste simply gathers that ankle as well and starts to turn the PTAer into a Boston Crab.
To her surprising credit, Charlotte throws her body weight in the opposite direction with enough might Reaux is sent spinning into an airborne barrel roll. Startled but uninjured after her touchdown, Modeste hops to her feet and comes from the six of the rising Coles. Grabbing Charlotte by a shoulder, she violently spins the blonde beauty to face her and gets a deep delving toe kick for her troubles.
Doubled and gasping, Modeste has her bleached mop tugged forward, Coles securing a front facelock. Charlotte raises her outside leg forward in a high kick, then whips it in reverse, managing magnificent momentum into a sharp DDT that DRIVES the crown of the Cajun’s skull into the deck, Modeste tumbling over in a forward flip and sliding to a lifeless spreadeagled stop.
Charlotte seems startled to see DeCyr’s kin knocked for such a loop, but the PTAer scrambles to the splayed Cajun and covers for...
ONE…
TWO…
... and Modeste peeks a shoulder off the canvas, saving herself and Tante Anciline from some serious explaining.
Kneeling next to Reaux, the Wild Child on her side and still semi-senseless, Charlotte rises and draws a wobbly Modeste up with her. Grabbing a wrist, she whips the Louisiana native to the ropes and, on Reaux’s ragged return, dips a shoulder, sweeps an arm between Modeste’s legs and scoops her off the mat. Looking more Fierce in Pink than Pretty, Coles tilt-a-whirls Modeste through her paces, then genuflects and SLAMS the punk across bended knee with a crisp backbreaker that has DeCyr’s kin yelping in pain, body arched over the joint and stuck there when Charlotte presses down on either side.
“PINK…PINK…PINK,” the fans chant and Coles can’t help but crack a shy smile. Apparently not knowing to ask for a submission, it’s left to the official and before he can do so, a flash of metallic red flies in from behind. Cosette, presumably directed by her manager, provides some relief in the form of a high knee to the back of Coles’ cranium.
Not willing to see the match turn into a handicap, Appleby enters, timing a brutal spear of the rising Cozy, Agnes nearly tearing LeBlanc in half. The PTAer PLANTS the French waterbug to the deck while a few feet away the blonde-on-blonde violence is temporarily suspended, with both Modeste and Charlotte splayed side by side, Reaux face up and Coles face down.
The referee orders Appleby out of the ring, then helps roll the bewildered French girl under the ropes to the apron near her corner. Back in her own corner, Agnes starts a rhythmic foot stomp/hand clap to empower her partner to make the tag, and many in the crowd take up the beat as well.
Thus empowered, the pink panthress stirs and begins to slowly drag herself across the mat toward her partner. But Modeste also rouses herself enough to roll over onto her belly, and begins to slither across the canvas toward her retreating adversary. Thus, just as Charlotte is close enough to reach up and come within mere inches of the tag, she feels a grasp upon her ankle. As she squirms, trying to close the scant gap between herself and her partner, Coles feels Reaux frantically pulling herself along her opponent’s legs, until she’s close enough to clamp her teeth down upon Charlotte’s tushy!
Coles shrieks, and all thoughts of making the tag are forgotten as she thrashes in a panic, twisting around like a trout on a hook, frantic to dislodge the canines and incisors of her tormentor from the left hemisphere of her derriere. Finally pulling free, Charlotte is able to roll over onto her back, but the Louisianan is swiftly atop her, throwing punches while her embattled opponent tries to shield herself with her arms.
The ref, mindful that as malleable as the rules in FAWN might be, the front office generally prefers their matches to not veer off into catfight territory (unless, of course, it’s actually scheduled as such), steps in and orders the Cajun to halt her assault and get up off of her opponent, firmly placing his hand on her alabaster shoulder. Modeste snaps her head to look at him, wrath in her black-rimmed eyes, but she does comply. However, as she rises to her feet, she puts both hands to his chest and roughly shoves him back. “An’ who the hell do you think you are to tell me how to fight, dur à cuire?” she snarls, and he is momentarily taken aback by her display of raw aggression.
Suddenly from ringside comes a single word, sternly yet coldly delivered: “Cesser!” And with that word in French, Reaux backs off of the zebra…albeit with an air of reluctance. One of these days, the Louisianan silently says, she ought to tell Bethany Christian to book a match with her against all of FAWN’s referees, so that she can put them in their place all at once.
All the while this tableau unfolds, Charlotte rallies herself enough to roll over onto her hands and knees, and suddenly she is scurrying across the mat toward the eagerly awaiting Appleby, the tussling teacher’s arm outstretched to its fullest. Coles reaches up toward deliverance…only to once more feel a grasp around her ankle, and then find herself bodily yanked away from her partner. Still holding her opponent’s ankle, the blonde lifts her leg up high, then slams it down, with the yowling Charlotte’s knee taking the brunt of the impact with the plywood that is only scantily covered by the canvas. Beaming a sense of satisfaction with the injury she has perpetrated on the pink clad one’s knee, Reaux decides to elevate the offense. Dragging Coles to the ropes by her ankle, she lays her foot upon the bottom rope. Standing astraddle over her victim’s gam, Modeste wraps both hands around the top rope for support, and drops herself down, her derriere crashing down on the inside of the PTAer’s already battered knee, this time drawing an agonized howl from her.
From her vantage point in the corner, Agnes was boiling mad. This isn’t wrestling, she thought…the little bitch was trying to break Charlotte’s leg! Crying out to the ref to actually do something elicited only a toothless, “C’mon Modeste, get her off of the ropes.” As she watches Reaux pull herself up by the ropes, and sees her readying herself for another full-weight drop upon her partner’s vulnerable joint, the brunette can stand by no longer. Although it violates her own sense of what is appropriate in a match…although really, hadn’t French Kiss been rewriting those particular guidelines all night long?...Appleby darts between the ropes and races over to Reaux. She grabs the startled Cajun by her bleached blonde hair and yanks her off of the ropes and away from Coles. Once then are in center ring, Agnes spins Modeste around to face her, and delivers a stinging slap to her face. A heartbeat later, she drives a knee up into her adversary’s belly to double her over, and one quick suplex later, Reaux is flat on her back and wondering where the truck that just hit her came from.
Climbing to her feet, Agnes instantly gets into a heated argument with the official; whereas he has finally found the necessity to enforce the rules, she even more intensely counters that he’s allowed this match to spiral out of control, and if he isn’t going to apply the rules fairly, then she sees no reason why her team has to obey them any longer.
Forgotten in all of this, as she has been for so much of this battle, is Cosette LeBlanc. From her place outside of the ropes, she glances over at Anciline, who looks back and gives her a slight nod. That’s all the waterbug needs as she scampers up to the top ropes, crouches down, and then springs up for a Frog Leap. Some sixth sense warns Agnes to turn around…just in time to take a double barreled shot of boot leather to the kisser!
Appleby is airborne, flying to the canvas, landing on her back, then skidding half way under the bottom rope. Raising her head, she gives her braincase a shake, but even that doesn’t clear her clouded brown eyes. Knowing the ref is reaching for her, the risen Cozy decides to eject herself from the ring and does so with a baseball slide that is interrupted by Appleby’s right set of ribs. The impact sends Agnes PLOPPING to the thinly-padded cement floor. A quick grab of the bottom rope and LeBlanc slingshots the rest of the way outside, though the Frenchwoman has a much better landing than her fellow brunette.
Inside the ring, the legal blondes are struggling, but the Pink Lady is at least on her feet, if showing a pronounced limp. Coles makes it to her counterpart and collects a handful of bleached blonde. She coerces Modeste to reach verticality before transferring her grip to a wrist and flinging the Bayou Bytch to the far ropes. Charlotte follows behind as fast as her wheels will allow. It’s enough that, when Reaux rebounds, Coles is only a step away. Close enough to send the knee of her good leg DEEP into Modeste’s midriff, sending Anciline’s kin flipping over in a gutted ball before she THUMPS to the canvas.
The tummy of the Louisiana free spirit appears tied in knots as she hugs her abdomen, shifting from side to side on her back while Coles shakes out her injured stem and raises a fist to the crowd, reveling in their support. With Agnes nowhere in sight, Charlotte understands it’s up to her to make De Cyr’s claims of greatness for French Kiss a pipe dream.
Tugging Modeste to all fours, Charlotte corrals her foe’s head in a front facelock and forces Reaux up the rest of the way. Lifting her free hand high, Charlotte gives the cheering throngs another thrill before leaping high into the air, her legs shooting backwards, to finish off the punk with a Jumping DDT.
(JUMPING DDT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=DKO7L7YztyQ )
But as the blue-eyed blonde reaches her pinnacle, ready to swing down and through to lay waste to Modeste, Reaux manages to shove Coles off, Charlotte’s grip not tight enough to prevent the Cajun’s escape. While Coles lands on all fours, unhurt. A staggering Reaux comes to her Tante’s voice and finds the outstretched hand of LeBlanc.
The tag sends Cosette vaulting over the top cable, meeting the rising Charlotte with another set of perfectly placed boots, these to Coles’ chest. The impact delivers the PTA member to the canvas, the blonde rolling through a backward somersault, the Pink Lady ending on her chest, joining her partner in feeling the sting of the Frenchwoman.
On the outside, Agnes is finally back in place in the PTA corner and trying to provide her partner with some added love from the FAWNatics, leading them in a rhythmic clap for the blonde. And while the enthusiasm seems to get enough adrenaline pumping for Charlotte to rise, a scampering Cosette is already penthouse-bound, reaching the top in a split-second and measuring Coles as the blonde reaches her feet and slowly turns in the direction of the Frenchwoman.
When she does, Cozy leaps to stratospheric heights and CRASHES down across the chest of Coles, flattening her to the canvas with a Diving Crossbody Press.
(DIVING CROSSBODY PRESS:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=87dD-cZ6-Qk )
The French turncoat rolls Charlotte into a tight ball for the...
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... and Coles kicks her way free. LeBlanc slaps the mat in frustration, but a stern ‘NON’ from the sidelines pushes LeBlanc past the frustration, Cozy not even glancing toward the Kiss corner, knowing very well whose instruction she needs to follow.
Turning her steely gaze from the referee to Charlotte, LeBlanc tugs the dazed blonde to her feet. Grabbing a wrist, she bullies the PTAer into the ropes. “Time for you take zee ride,” Cozy informs, as she whips Charlotte toward the opposite cables. There’s only one problem, the Pink PTA member reverses, and it’s LeBlanc sent sprinting across the ring.
As the former Huggable approaches the rubber-coated steel, Cosette handsprings into the ropes, rebounding in spectacular fashion. But that’s hardly the end of this fateful counter as she backflips into a headlock of her foe then swings her body around the wide-eyed blonde, ripping Charlotte to the deck in an outlandish Handspring Tiltawhirl DDT that has to leave a divot in the mat from the power with which Charlotte’s cranium is SPIKED into the deck.
(HANDSPRING TILT-A-WHIRL DDT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=X7vCiBxFPmM )
The demolished Coles ends in a splayed, motionless starfish. But while Anci nods knowingly and Agnes turns her face, dreading a pin, Cosette passes on any such attempt. Instead, she scrambles to her feet and races for the nearest corner. Leaping to the top buckle, LeBlanc spins to face the devastated PTAer and takes but a moment to spring high into the Orlando night.
The diminutive body arcs high over the ring, collapsing into a tuck at its zenith before spreading wide as Cosette plummets and SPLASHES atop the tummy of the defenseless Charlotte with her Arc de Triomphe frog splash.
(ARC DE TRIOMPHE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=yofcG8z5FaA )
Agnes runs her hands through her long dark locks as Cozy covers in a lateral press, not bothering to hook a lifeless leg, the crowd groaning through...
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THREE!!!!!
... slaps of the mat.
Le Blanc, gasping for a little air herself, raises a clenched fist high in exhausted celebration. She presses her opposite hand into the half-lidded features of Coles and gives the loser a pie-face. As the jeers echo, Reaux and DeCyr enter, Modeste grabbing the wrist of her partner and pulling the triumphant Cosette to her feet. The trio hover over the splayed Charlotte in worrisome fashion.
When Agnes enters to protect her partner, crawling along the canvas to cover her from any further shenanigans French Kiss moves to punish, but a hand on a shoulder of each charge from their mentor keeps the feral ‘Kiss’ from ‘getting all French’ with the PTAers.
“We will make a statement with bigger fish than these,” Anciline vows.
DeCyr turns Modeste and Cosette toward the nearest lens, holding an arm of each high on either side, the presentation of a victorious team perfectly timed with the PA.
“You winners, by pinfall, FRENCH KISS!”
Charlotte Coles...
Cosette LeBlanc...
Modeste Reaux...
The buzz of the crowd dissipates quickly when Madame Anciline DeCyr walks to center stage. Anci waits patiently for silence and only when it comes does the French aristocrat begin.
“Madames and monsieurs. the women I have taken under my tutelage were defeated by the Blackbirds at Summer Swelter.”
Some of the more adventurous in the crowd cheer loudly before they are shushed.
“This is no crime for Dare and Bliss are a formidable team. But as I said then, so I will again, they will reach the top. Though may learn slowly, so they will learn and win surely. This you will see tonight on FAWN’s greatest stage.”
The curious FAWNatics buzz anew and the noise only grows when Le Bien Qui Fait Mal (The Good Thing That Hurts) signals the end of Anciline’s address and the entrance of a pair of familiar and despised faces from stage right.
(“LE BIEN FAIT MAL”:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=g6R770P9wl0 )
As DeCyr moves toward the ring, her movements keeping a regal bearing, a tiny brunette and her larger, blonde and heavily mascared counterpart take the place of the woman who could now presumably be not only considered a FAWN heavyweight in the administration but the women’s manager. Surely this was a conflict of interest, but surely there would be few willing to bring it up with Madame DeCyr.
The dark-haired French turncoat sets herself center stage, button nose firmly in the air. She gives her long dark locks a ferocious shake. While next to her, the Creole wild child from the bayou, bobs and weaves with a wide, predatory grin.
The Frenchwoman provides the assembled an international, one-fingered salute. The chocolate-colored strands of the one-time Riviera apartment house wrestler bounce to and fro when she strides confidently toward the squared circle. Always a kinetic ball of energy, she remains an enigmatic one as well, one that everyone in the house knows will use any means necessary to get what she wants…LA VICTOIRE!
Beside her, her partner “plays” with the FAWNatics, reaching out before pulling away her hand, barking at anyone who gives her lip and feigning slaps and punches at the more aggressive in their taunts.
As they reach the ring, the PA blares to life…
“Tonight’s next contest is a tag team match with a 20-minute time limit. First. Standing 5 feet 2 inches tall, weighing in at a 101 pounds from Nice, France, COSETTTE LEBLANC. And from Natchitoches, Louisiana, standing 5 feet 4 inches tall and weighing in at 113 pounds, Modeste Reaux. Together they are French Kiss!”
The duo traipse up the ring steps and take turns sliding through the ropes, joining DeCyr. Cosette is clad in a skin-tight, metallic, cherry-red sports bra and boy-cut trunks with black boots and knee pads. Modeste is dressed in a purple bustier with a black laced panel front, ruffled attached micro-skirt, black garters and black stockings with lace trim and finished off with black stiletto heels. She shuffles off the footwear and kicks them into the stands.
While Cosette scowls at the morons, shaking her head and Modeste plays to the more lascivious in the crowd, Anciline holds a microphone waiting for the team’s accompaniment and the crowd’s jeers to fade.
Anciline makes her full address in French, driving the Orlando crowd to distraction and raucous boos. Both Cosette and Modeste chuckle at some of the comments, drawing furious verbal reprisals from the clueless FAWNatics.
“And,” Anciline concludes, only now using English, “please send down my lovely, shall we say handpicked rivals for the night.”
DeCyr moves to the ropes, hands over her microphone, and heads to her station below the Kiss corner to await the women all of FAWNdom is now on the edge of their seats to see.
After a few long moments, “Scandalous Scholastics” by Gym Class Heroes begins to pump through the arena’s speakers, and the announcer brings his mic up to proclaim…
“Their opponents…they are first, hailing from Waterboro, Maine, standing five feet, four inches and weighing in at one-hundred and thirty four pounds, AGNES APPLEBY…and her partner, from Charlotte, North Carolina, at a height of five feet and three inches, weighing one-hundred and twenty one pounds, CHARLOTTE COLES…together they are PTA: THE PRETTY TUFF ANGELS!”
The crowd gives Appleby and Coles a rousing ovation, in no small part due to their enduring popularity with many fans despite less-than-stellar careers in FAWN, but mostly at the moment because they would cheer anyone who was going up the arrogant French Kiss.
PTA move confidently down the aisle, slapping at many of the outstretched hands as they make their way to the ring. Agnes wear a black one-piece with wide white trim and straps tied in a bow behind the neck, white ankle boots and black knee pads, while Charlotte is garbed all in pink, with a one-piece with small ruffled trim, and pink boots to match. As they approach the ring steps, they are made to walk past de Cyr, who makes no effort to conceal her smirk as she silently sizes them up and finds them lacking of the greatness inherent in her own protégés.
Stepping into the ring, PTA give waves to the still-cheering fans, then turn their attention to their opponents. For their part, French Kiss are as unimpressed with their adversaries as Anciline clearly is, smugly looking them up and down from their side of the ring. The referee gives his final instructions, then orders the teams to send one of their members out of the ring. Cosette, who has locked eyes with Agnes, says nothing, but points her finger directly at the ‘Saucy Schoolmarm’, and the wordless challenge is accepted as Charlotte and Modeste slip between the ropes and take their places on the apron.
The bell clangs and the two brunettes move swiftly, circling one another as the distance between them grows smaller, until suddenly Appleby manages to snare LeBlanc in a side headlock. The Frenchwoman braces her feet and, with a small grunt, manages to push her opponent off, breaking the hold. Agnes is unfazed…the opening minute or two of a match is essentially when wrestlers get a sense of what the other is capable of. Clearly, the diminutive Frenchwoman is capable of countering a basic move. Now, Appleby muses, it’s time to see what else she can do.
And when Cosette reaches to tie up with Agnes, she drives a toekick into the tummy of the mutinous Frenchwoman. LeBlanc doubles with a gurgle, Appleby tugging Cozy‘s lowered head into a tight front facelock. Reaching for a handful of shiny red spandex on Cosette’s hip, the ex-teacher buggywhips the diminutive brunette over in a snap suplex.
LeBlanc arches in pain, but still stuck in Agnes’ grip, she rises when her foe does and Appleby repeats the process, Cozy SLAMMING into the canvas with significant emphasis. The former schoolmarm rips Cosette up again and seems ready for the triple play when the Frenchwoman snakes a leg around that of Agnes, blocking another trip. The counter is short-lived, however, when Appleby releases Cozy’s gear and slips in a kidney punch to the Froggie’s side. UP AND OVER LeBlanc goes again, the mat thumping with her third landing.
Appleby scrambles to her feet and bows at a frustrated Anci. In the corner, Modeste rants at her teammate, begging for her chance. Agnes ignores the irritated Family DeCyr and collects Cosette from the canvas.
Quickly, the PTA member encircles Cozy’s noggin with a side headlock and this time the dazed mademoiselle isn’t so quick to break free. More than that, she’s pulled along for the ride as Appleby surges toward her own corner. Sitting out just before she reaches the wide-eyed Charlotte, Agnes drops to her taut derriere and bulldogs Cosette into the canvas, PLANTING her foe’s braincase into the thinly-sheathed plywood.
LeBlanc bounces to her back offering the ex-teacher the perfect opportunity to call class early. Diving atop Cosette in a lateral press, Agnes hooks an abbreviated leg for ONE…TWO…and the Frenchwoman kicks her way free, rolling to her side.
From the sidelines, Modeste offers some disdainful “encouragement” for her partner before Anciline quiets her kin. Meanwhile, Appleby shows a little more togetherness with her tag team companion. Tugging Cosette up with a handful of hair as she rises, Appleby stretches a hand out to the baby-blue-eyed blonde and slaps hands with Coles.
Agnes, now with control of a wrist, steps under LeBlanc’s limb and twists the arm, drawing a pained squeak out of the slow-starting Cosette. With Charlotte in, she hands over the arm to Coles who give it a ragged shake, sending a wincing Cozy to one knee.
Beaming, Charlotte draws LeBlanc back up and leads her halfway down the length of the ropes. There, she sends the French waterbug off with an Irish whip and follows quickly behind. Cosette hits the ropes for a rebound, but barely gets a step out before she’s gutted by the blonde’s raised knee and Cozy goes flipping over. Landing on her backside, the gasping Froggie hugs her belly.
In the Kiss corner, Modeste rolls her well-mascared eyes, but remains silent. For its part, the crowd is ecstatic to see PTA taking charge in the battle of recently christened teams. Behind the seated Cosette, the pretty and pink Coles surges toward LeBlanc from her foe’s six and leaps over the former Huggable’s right shoulder, grabbing Cosette’s noggin as she flips by, and SLAMMING Cozy’s forehead into the canvas between her extended stems.
Cosette’s braincase snaps back as she spreads out in a tiny starfish and Charlotte feels compelled to dive atop her in a full body pin for ONE…TWO…and LeBlanc throws a shoulder up.
Rising without complaint, Coles quickly drops a knee into Cosette’s ribs, and another, and another, leaving Cozy a gagging, bugeyed wreck, again swaddling her midriff. The blonde grabs an ankle of the downed LeBlanc and, to the crowd’s delight, drags her cavewoman-style to the PTA corner, slapping palms with Agnes.
Charlotte gleefully hands Cozy’s ankle over to her partner and Appleby drops to the canvas, sending an elbow deep into the muscle of Cosette’s inner thigh, drawing a pained yelp out of the befuddled Frenchwoman.
The former schoolteacher bends and twists the stem, eliciting an indignant yip. Cosette manages to get a grip in Agnes’ long dark locks and give Appleby’s head a nasty shake, but the ref frees the PTA member from the blatant illegality.
Agnes rolls to her feet, never losing her possession of Cosette’s lower limb, keeping the former Riviera apartment house wrestler grounded. LeBlanc tries to kick her way free but only ends with Agnes in possession of both ankles. Appleby quickly crosses them around her own posted stem and, with Cozy’s abbreviated gam in a figure four, her fellow brunette drops to the canvas, the infamous leglock in place.
Cozy howls now, Appleby’s submission in tight and working its magic. LeBlanc sits up to take a swing but finds her fists coming up empty. Prying her way free is quickly proven fruitless and the sweat on the Frenchwoman’s brow grows as she bites her lower lip. Desperate, Cosette throws her bodyweight to the right and, with Agnes perhaps thinking the tiny Froggie wouldn’t have the wherewithal, Cosette rolls the brunettes over to their chests, transferring the power of the lock to her legs.
Now, it’s Agnes squirming in pain, her own maneuver turned on her and she rapidly cedes the effort instead of trying to re-turn the tables. Slipping free, Appleby hops to her feet but finds herself hobbling a few steps before leaning into the ropes. Cosette, feeling it in her legs all the more, doesn’t even try to stand, instead crawling toward the Kiss corner, having had enough of PTA for the time being.
Still, Agnes doesn’t want to bid adieu to Cosette so soon. She trails after her fellow brunette, her wheels coming back quickly. She snatches an ankle with LeBlanc a few feet away from the outstretched hand of the spicy, flaxen-haired Cajun.
Trying to shake free, Cosette squirms and twists and tries to scrape Appleby’s grip off with her free boot, only to have Agnes corral the second ankle. Cozy pushes up to ‘walk’ the rest of the way on her hands, but with LeBlanc in ‘wheelbarrow race’ position, it isn’t the Frenchwoman’s call. Instead, Agnes starts to spin and with the centrifugal force demonstrated by the dark-haired beauty, Cosette soon loses contact with the canvas. LeBlanc provides the not-so-merry to Appleby’s go-round and, on the tenth revolution, Cozy is sent flying, landing heavily on her modest chest.
A dizzied Agnes stumbles to a stop, but that’s nothing compared to when LeBlanc tries to rise and make it to Modeste. She’s barely one step into her trek before she takes a header to the canvas and remains there, now even Anciline forced to shake her head.
This looked like the old Cosette, that moron Sanders’ partner, and that Cosette is unacceptable.
The nod was so slight, it was almost imperceptible…save to all but the young woman it was meant for. But Modeste Réaux didn’t really need Anciline’s silent signal to intercede on her partner’s behalf…she had been keening to get into the fight since the clang of the opening bell. Happily for the young blonde, the still-dizzy Appleby was making it all too easy for her.
Still weaving a bit as she walked around her downed opponent in preparation for her next move, the saucy schoolteacher’s thoughts were just clouded enough that she didn’t’ realize how close she had come to the French Kiss corner. Or maybe it just didn’t occur to her that the adversary standing outside of the ropes on the apron would illegally intercede. Whatever the case, Agnes learned her lesson quickly enough, as Réaux threw a punch to the base of her skull. Appleby yelped and stumbled forward a few steps, and unhappily for her, the referee missed it all.
So when the enraged brunette wheeled about and lunged at Modeste, all the official saw was her going after an opponent who wasn’t the legal woman in the ring. Modeste didn’t bother to hide her taunting smirk as Appleby was pulled back by the zebra. That was de Cyr’s cue to step up to the ropes at ringside and begin berating the ref in that special blend of English and French, warning him to “Keep that vache away from my girl!” and then adding, with a face so straight she ought to earn a Tony Award as Best Actress, “We must observe the rules, non?”
This serves the purpose of distracting the official, as he turns to argue with Anciline and order her away from the ropes. It further serves to confuse Agnes who, although now free of the official’s grasp, steps back toward the meddlesome Cajun, yet instinctively turns her head to look at de Cyr. The result is that she is caught unawares as Réaux steps up on the bottom rope for added height and leverage, claps her hands around Appleby’s head, yanks her closer to the ropes, and then jumps down to the arena floor, pulling the brunette down. Unfortunately for the tusslin’ teacher, her downward descent is halted as her throat THWANGS off of the top strand. She ricochets off of the cable, soars backward, and lands flat on her back.
Meanwhile, Cosette has recovered sufficiently to fling herself atop the now-spreadeagled PTAer, and as Anciline has ceased commanding the referee’s attention, he now turns back to the action, dropping to his knees to make his count.
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THRNOOOOO!
A raised shoulder at the last possible instant spared Appleby from defeat…much to LeBlanc’s frustration. The fuming Frenchwoman slaps both palms to the canvas, then snarls a complaint in her native tongue to the official. She then stands up and grabs the still-gurgling Appleby by her raven mane, ready and all-too-eager to pay the teacher back. However, a sharply stated “Non.” from de Cyr halts her. LeBlanc seems to hesitate for several heartbeats…but then, with a very disgruntled air, lets Agnes go and stomps back to her corner, where she grudgingly tags the outstretched hand of her partner, exchanging themselves.
And in the PTA corner, a near-frantic Charlotte is stomping her boot rhythmically to the mat, trying to start a crowd chant to empower Agnes to energize herself enough to get over to her and make the tag for them.
The Wild Child from the bayou slides through the cables and takes off on a sprint for the brunette’s receding backside. But as she gets to mid-ring, the crawling Agnes makes a leap for her partner and gives ‘five’ to Charlotte.
When Coles hops over the ropes with fists at the ready, Modeste skids to a stop and starts to backpedal, overturned palms outstretched. The sight of anxiety from Reaux is like a red flag to the pink PTAer. She charges at the Mascaraed One, but when Modeste drops to the canvas, she brings Charlotte there in more emphatic fashion with a drop toe hold.
Charlotte’s flawless features hit the canvas HARD. Squeaking after the impact, she rolls to her back, checking her nose with both hands. Leaving herself open, Coles pays further when Modeste hops off her derriere and lands an elbow drop into the midriff of her fellow blonde.
Charlotte folds around the joint, grunting into a ‘V’ before falling to her side. The grimacing Pink Lady rolls away from Modeste, and up to all fours, but Reaux is quickly upon her, literally. Mounting the PTA member in a front straddle of her back, the Cajun wraps her stems around the tummy of the filly in a tight body scissors. Riding Coles hard, Modeste yanking at Charlotte’s long golden mane, DeCyr’s American kin clenches her free hand into a fist, but leaves the thumb noticeably untucked. It becomes clear why when she sends a brutal Asian Spike into Charlotte’s neck just under her right ear.
The nerve hold seems to paralyze Coles, her face turning ashen and blank. Modeste rips Coles’ head back with a tug of her locks, flashing the ivory neck of her foe to the FAWNatics before the Cajun dips her head and taking a naughty bite of the flesh. Leaving an obvious calling card, a smirking Reuax keeps her Spike deep into Charlotte’s nerve bundle, the blonde’s huge blue eyes starting to roll white.
But apparently, after having gotten her taste of the Pink Lady, Modeste is ready to dismount and play with Coles a little longer. Releasing her Spike, the Cajun hauls Charlotte from hands and knees to her feet. A paintbrush of Reaux’s palm to Coles’ cheek seems to draw the PTAer partially out of her stupor. Modeste grabs a wrist and pushes Charlotte deep into the ropes before sending her whipping toward the other side of the squared circle.
Following to center stage, Modeste dips as Charlotte rebounds toward her, ready to send Coles into a high-rise, back body drop, but Charlotte leapfrogs the effort and hits another set of ropes. Bounding back at the spinning Cajun, Charlotte leaps into a crossbody splash across Reaux’s chest. But showing her pedigree, Modeste is not knocked off her feet. Instead, she ends with Charlotte caught horizontally across her chest, squirming futilely for her freedom.
The Louisiana Wild Child strolls around the ring with her cargo, drawing a shake of her head from Tante Anci. But DeCyr’s worries seem unfounded when, with a huge grunt, Modeste throws Charlotte’s legs out away from her body and leaps into a sitout facebuster, PLANTING the PTAer into the deck with impunity.
(SITOUT FACEBUSTER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=JUgHIQB2iis )
Charlotte is face down and motionless until Modeste rolls the demolished blonde to her back and climbs aboard in a lateral press, hooking a leg for...
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... and Coles kicks free, drawing a smattering of applause, the FAWNatics relieved French Kiss hadn’t yet claimed La Victoire.
Modeste gives the official a heavily mascaraed eyeful, the man responding with two raised fingers and silence. Reaux turns to Tante and receives only a motion to press her advantage. Modeste snorts at Anciline but does as she’s bid, plucking Charlotte off the deck by a wrist and aiming her at the farthest corner. Sending her off with an Irish Whip, the Cajun watches as Charlotte turns into a wicked collision with the buckles. As she strides toward the Pink Lady, the impact sending Coles bouncing out from the corner toward her foe, Modeste uses Coles’ momentum against her. Pressing her high off the mat, over her head, Reaux catches her foe momentarily across her shoulders before BURYING Charlotte into the deck with a Pop-Up Samoan Drop.
(POP-UP SAMOAN DROP:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=P6CUIo_87ck )
The blue eyes of the PTAer are shuttered as Coles spreads out in a spasming starfish. Modeste turns and languidly slinks on all fours to the splayed Charlotte, seductively spreading atop her in a full body pin for the...
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THRNOOO!
Showing more perseverance than in her Pretty in Pink days, the Pink Lady of the PTA again forces a shoulder up. Furious, Modeste slaps the taste out of Charlotte’s mouth time and time again until Coles’ cheeks are a blazing red. Charlotte rolls to her chest to end the onslaught, but Modeste replies by treating the Pink Lady’s bottom-end cheeks to a tanning.
With buns rosier than her attire, Charlotte scoots away from Modeste’s paddling, only to have the Cajun grab her by an ankle. Reaux rises and lifts Charlotte’s captured leg high, like she’s trapped the rare Blondus Pinkificus. Coles kicks her free leg at the Bayou Punk, trying to work her way loose, but Modeste simply gathers that ankle as well and starts to turn the PTAer into a Boston Crab.
To her surprising credit, Charlotte throws her body weight in the opposite direction with enough might Reaux is sent spinning into an airborne barrel roll. Startled but uninjured after her touchdown, Modeste hops to her feet and comes from the six of the rising Coles. Grabbing Charlotte by a shoulder, she violently spins the blonde beauty to face her and gets a deep delving toe kick for her troubles.
Doubled and gasping, Modeste has her bleached mop tugged forward, Coles securing a front facelock. Charlotte raises her outside leg forward in a high kick, then whips it in reverse, managing magnificent momentum into a sharp DDT that DRIVES the crown of the Cajun’s skull into the deck, Modeste tumbling over in a forward flip and sliding to a lifeless spreadeagled stop.
Charlotte seems startled to see DeCyr’s kin knocked for such a loop, but the PTAer scrambles to the splayed Cajun and covers for...
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... and Modeste peeks a shoulder off the canvas, saving herself and Tante Anciline from some serious explaining.
Kneeling next to Reaux, the Wild Child on her side and still semi-senseless, Charlotte rises and draws a wobbly Modeste up with her. Grabbing a wrist, she whips the Louisiana native to the ropes and, on Reaux’s ragged return, dips a shoulder, sweeps an arm between Modeste’s legs and scoops her off the mat. Looking more Fierce in Pink than Pretty, Coles tilt-a-whirls Modeste through her paces, then genuflects and SLAMS the punk across bended knee with a crisp backbreaker that has DeCyr’s kin yelping in pain, body arched over the joint and stuck there when Charlotte presses down on either side.
“PINK…PINK…PINK,” the fans chant and Coles can’t help but crack a shy smile. Apparently not knowing to ask for a submission, it’s left to the official and before he can do so, a flash of metallic red flies in from behind. Cosette, presumably directed by her manager, provides some relief in the form of a high knee to the back of Coles’ cranium.
Not willing to see the match turn into a handicap, Appleby enters, timing a brutal spear of the rising Cozy, Agnes nearly tearing LeBlanc in half. The PTAer PLANTS the French waterbug to the deck while a few feet away the blonde-on-blonde violence is temporarily suspended, with both Modeste and Charlotte splayed side by side, Reaux face up and Coles face down.
The referee orders Appleby out of the ring, then helps roll the bewildered French girl under the ropes to the apron near her corner. Back in her own corner, Agnes starts a rhythmic foot stomp/hand clap to empower her partner to make the tag, and many in the crowd take up the beat as well.
Thus empowered, the pink panthress stirs and begins to slowly drag herself across the mat toward her partner. But Modeste also rouses herself enough to roll over onto her belly, and begins to slither across the canvas toward her retreating adversary. Thus, just as Charlotte is close enough to reach up and come within mere inches of the tag, she feels a grasp upon her ankle. As she squirms, trying to close the scant gap between herself and her partner, Coles feels Reaux frantically pulling herself along her opponent’s legs, until she’s close enough to clamp her teeth down upon Charlotte’s tushy!
Coles shrieks, and all thoughts of making the tag are forgotten as she thrashes in a panic, twisting around like a trout on a hook, frantic to dislodge the canines and incisors of her tormentor from the left hemisphere of her derriere. Finally pulling free, Charlotte is able to roll over onto her back, but the Louisianan is swiftly atop her, throwing punches while her embattled opponent tries to shield herself with her arms.
The ref, mindful that as malleable as the rules in FAWN might be, the front office generally prefers their matches to not veer off into catfight territory (unless, of course, it’s actually scheduled as such), steps in and orders the Cajun to halt her assault and get up off of her opponent, firmly placing his hand on her alabaster shoulder. Modeste snaps her head to look at him, wrath in her black-rimmed eyes, but she does comply. However, as she rises to her feet, she puts both hands to his chest and roughly shoves him back. “An’ who the hell do you think you are to tell me how to fight, dur à cuire?” she snarls, and he is momentarily taken aback by her display of raw aggression.
Suddenly from ringside comes a single word, sternly yet coldly delivered: “Cesser!” And with that word in French, Reaux backs off of the zebra…albeit with an air of reluctance. One of these days, the Louisianan silently says, she ought to tell Bethany Christian to book a match with her against all of FAWN’s referees, so that she can put them in their place all at once.
All the while this tableau unfolds, Charlotte rallies herself enough to roll over onto her hands and knees, and suddenly she is scurrying across the mat toward the eagerly awaiting Appleby, the tussling teacher’s arm outstretched to its fullest. Coles reaches up toward deliverance…only to once more feel a grasp around her ankle, and then find herself bodily yanked away from her partner. Still holding her opponent’s ankle, the blonde lifts her leg up high, then slams it down, with the yowling Charlotte’s knee taking the brunt of the impact with the plywood that is only scantily covered by the canvas. Beaming a sense of satisfaction with the injury she has perpetrated on the pink clad one’s knee, Reaux decides to elevate the offense. Dragging Coles to the ropes by her ankle, she lays her foot upon the bottom rope. Standing astraddle over her victim’s gam, Modeste wraps both hands around the top rope for support, and drops herself down, her derriere crashing down on the inside of the PTAer’s already battered knee, this time drawing an agonized howl from her.
From her vantage point in the corner, Agnes was boiling mad. This isn’t wrestling, she thought…the little bitch was trying to break Charlotte’s leg! Crying out to the ref to actually do something elicited only a toothless, “C’mon Modeste, get her off of the ropes.” As she watches Reaux pull herself up by the ropes, and sees her readying herself for another full-weight drop upon her partner’s vulnerable joint, the brunette can stand by no longer. Although it violates her own sense of what is appropriate in a match…although really, hadn’t French Kiss been rewriting those particular guidelines all night long?...Appleby darts between the ropes and races over to Reaux. She grabs the startled Cajun by her bleached blonde hair and yanks her off of the ropes and away from Coles. Once then are in center ring, Agnes spins Modeste around to face her, and delivers a stinging slap to her face. A heartbeat later, she drives a knee up into her adversary’s belly to double her over, and one quick suplex later, Reaux is flat on her back and wondering where the truck that just hit her came from.
Climbing to her feet, Agnes instantly gets into a heated argument with the official; whereas he has finally found the necessity to enforce the rules, she even more intensely counters that he’s allowed this match to spiral out of control, and if he isn’t going to apply the rules fairly, then she sees no reason why her team has to obey them any longer.
Forgotten in all of this, as she has been for so much of this battle, is Cosette LeBlanc. From her place outside of the ropes, she glances over at Anciline, who looks back and gives her a slight nod. That’s all the waterbug needs as she scampers up to the top ropes, crouches down, and then springs up for a Frog Leap. Some sixth sense warns Agnes to turn around…just in time to take a double barreled shot of boot leather to the kisser!
Appleby is airborne, flying to the canvas, landing on her back, then skidding half way under the bottom rope. Raising her head, she gives her braincase a shake, but even that doesn’t clear her clouded brown eyes. Knowing the ref is reaching for her, the risen Cozy decides to eject herself from the ring and does so with a baseball slide that is interrupted by Appleby’s right set of ribs. The impact sends Agnes PLOPPING to the thinly-padded cement floor. A quick grab of the bottom rope and LeBlanc slingshots the rest of the way outside, though the Frenchwoman has a much better landing than her fellow brunette.
Inside the ring, the legal blondes are struggling, but the Pink Lady is at least on her feet, if showing a pronounced limp. Coles makes it to her counterpart and collects a handful of bleached blonde. She coerces Modeste to reach verticality before transferring her grip to a wrist and flinging the Bayou Bytch to the far ropes. Charlotte follows behind as fast as her wheels will allow. It’s enough that, when Reaux rebounds, Coles is only a step away. Close enough to send the knee of her good leg DEEP into Modeste’s midriff, sending Anciline’s kin flipping over in a gutted ball before she THUMPS to the canvas.
The tummy of the Louisiana free spirit appears tied in knots as she hugs her abdomen, shifting from side to side on her back while Coles shakes out her injured stem and raises a fist to the crowd, reveling in their support. With Agnes nowhere in sight, Charlotte understands it’s up to her to make De Cyr’s claims of greatness for French Kiss a pipe dream.
Tugging Modeste to all fours, Charlotte corrals her foe’s head in a front facelock and forces Reaux up the rest of the way. Lifting her free hand high, Charlotte gives the cheering throngs another thrill before leaping high into the air, her legs shooting backwards, to finish off the punk with a Jumping DDT.
(JUMPING DDT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=DKO7L7YztyQ )
But as the blue-eyed blonde reaches her pinnacle, ready to swing down and through to lay waste to Modeste, Reaux manages to shove Coles off, Charlotte’s grip not tight enough to prevent the Cajun’s escape. While Coles lands on all fours, unhurt. A staggering Reaux comes to her Tante’s voice and finds the outstretched hand of LeBlanc.
The tag sends Cosette vaulting over the top cable, meeting the rising Charlotte with another set of perfectly placed boots, these to Coles’ chest. The impact delivers the PTA member to the canvas, the blonde rolling through a backward somersault, the Pink Lady ending on her chest, joining her partner in feeling the sting of the Frenchwoman.
On the outside, Agnes is finally back in place in the PTA corner and trying to provide her partner with some added love from the FAWNatics, leading them in a rhythmic clap for the blonde. And while the enthusiasm seems to get enough adrenaline pumping for Charlotte to rise, a scampering Cosette is already penthouse-bound, reaching the top in a split-second and measuring Coles as the blonde reaches her feet and slowly turns in the direction of the Frenchwoman.
When she does, Cozy leaps to stratospheric heights and CRASHES down across the chest of Coles, flattening her to the canvas with a Diving Crossbody Press.
(DIVING CROSSBODY PRESS:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=87dD-cZ6-Qk )
The French turncoat rolls Charlotte into a tight ball for the...
ONE…
TWO…
... and Coles kicks her way free. LeBlanc slaps the mat in frustration, but a stern ‘NON’ from the sidelines pushes LeBlanc past the frustration, Cozy not even glancing toward the Kiss corner, knowing very well whose instruction she needs to follow.
Turning her steely gaze from the referee to Charlotte, LeBlanc tugs the dazed blonde to her feet. Grabbing a wrist, she bullies the PTAer into the ropes. “Time for you take zee ride,” Cozy informs, as she whips Charlotte toward the opposite cables. There’s only one problem, the Pink PTA member reverses, and it’s LeBlanc sent sprinting across the ring.
As the former Huggable approaches the rubber-coated steel, Cosette handsprings into the ropes, rebounding in spectacular fashion. But that’s hardly the end of this fateful counter as she backflips into a headlock of her foe then swings her body around the wide-eyed blonde, ripping Charlotte to the deck in an outlandish Handspring Tiltawhirl DDT that has to leave a divot in the mat from the power with which Charlotte’s cranium is SPIKED into the deck.
(HANDSPRING TILT-A-WHIRL DDT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=X7vCiBxFPmM )
The demolished Coles ends in a splayed, motionless starfish. But while Anci nods knowingly and Agnes turns her face, dreading a pin, Cosette passes on any such attempt. Instead, she scrambles to her feet and races for the nearest corner. Leaping to the top buckle, LeBlanc spins to face the devastated PTAer and takes but a moment to spring high into the Orlando night.
The diminutive body arcs high over the ring, collapsing into a tuck at its zenith before spreading wide as Cosette plummets and SPLASHES atop the tummy of the defenseless Charlotte with her Arc de Triomphe frog splash.
(ARC DE TRIOMPHE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=yofcG8z5FaA )
Agnes runs her hands through her long dark locks as Cozy covers in a lateral press, not bothering to hook a lifeless leg, the crowd groaning through...
ONE…
TWO…
THREE!!!!!
... slaps of the mat.
Le Blanc, gasping for a little air herself, raises a clenched fist high in exhausted celebration. She presses her opposite hand into the half-lidded features of Coles and gives the loser a pie-face. As the jeers echo, Reaux and DeCyr enter, Modeste grabbing the wrist of her partner and pulling the triumphant Cosette to her feet. The trio hover over the splayed Charlotte in worrisome fashion.
When Agnes enters to protect her partner, crawling along the canvas to cover her from any further shenanigans French Kiss moves to punish, but a hand on a shoulder of each charge from their mentor keeps the feral ‘Kiss’ from ‘getting all French’ with the PTAers.
“We will make a statement with bigger fish than these,” Anciline vows.
DeCyr turns Modeste and Cosette toward the nearest lens, holding an arm of each high on either side, the presentation of a victorious team perfectly timed with the PA.
“You winners, by pinfall, FRENCH KISS!”
