Post by SammieSinclair on Feb 7, 2015 17:24:07 GMT
Cold November Pain had proven trying indeed for the next competitor through the curtain, but since falling to FAWN’s Black Queen she’d roared back with a series of emphatic series of live event and television taping victories. Thusly brass had pitted her against another woman on a bit of a roll and while the Black Sheep would’ve preferred another shot at singles gold, she was more than willing to slaughter a Lamb in January to challenge a Champion in February. Posted up on the other side of the curtain, all these thoughts and more went through her head as the Announcer started his spiel.
“Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall with a twenty minute time limit. Introducing first, hailing from Eden Prairie, Minnesota, she stands five feet six inches tall and weighs in tonight at one hundred and twenty-five pounds. She is the Real Freakin’ Deal… KRISTY SANDERS!”
A mix of cheers and boos from those assembled as the house lights faded to nothing. The dark was quickly pierced with twisting, twirling strobes, an inspired swirl of golden spotlights interspersed with leopard spots that filled the arena. A feral feline growl tore loose from the speakers. On its heels came the opening strains of Velvet Revolver’s cover of ‘Psycho Killer’.
PSYCHO KILLER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=ujB-pxOQJ-Y
KRISTY SANDERS:
Kristy swatted the curtain aside, stepped through and paused to take in the reaction, which was decidedly less united than the one in November. “Oh, I get it. It’s ok to cheer when I’m taking on the big, bad, brainiac, but ya boo me when the bytch on the other side of the ring is carrying a teddy bear. Well screw you very much!” With that properly settled, Sanders Part Deux started down the ramp.
For the battle ahead the Minnesota Mauler wore her trademark leopard print one-piece, the material seemingly painted on. Below the ‘skirtish’ bum-hugging bottoms of the strapless onesy, was a flash of similarly spotted panties, and, not that many noticed. The ‘jungle cat’ concluded her attire with black pads and boots.
Ignoring the finicky fans entirely, Kristy broke into a short sprint, dove under the bottom rope and slid a good ways before springing to her feet. After that it was quick march to the nearest corner, where she mounted the second rope and treated the crowd to a sturdy double bicep flex. “Upstart uprising?” she smirked to the camera. “I don’t freakin’ think so.” Then she hopped down and backed into a corner to await inspection and her disgustingly cute opposition.
The black sheep of the Sanders clan stood staring at the upper stage, no longer looking so dark next to her turncoat cousin, but still more than threatening, a leopard who perhaps never truly changed her spots .
WHAT THE HELL:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=tQmEd_UeeIk&feature=player_embedded
Just as it seemed she’s about to demand someone go look for the frightened fawn that had been signed to face her, the sounds of Avril Lavigne’s ‘What the Hell’ signaled the imminent arrival of the dimpled cutie whose loyal fan following among the FAWNatics had blossomed in time with her career. The crowd hopped to the infectious pop beat and craned their necks toward the stage to gather an eyeful of the bubbly Upstart.
CHLOE FIELDS:
Bouncing out from backstage came a tawny wisp of a woman. All big dark doe eyes, cherry red mane and cherubic girlish features, Chloe skipped from one side of the stage to the other. Clutched in the tyro’s right hand was the paw of a fluffy, pink teddy bear ( imageshack.us/photo/my-images/52/sbeare.jpg/ ), her bestest buddy, Straw Beary. The tiny Upstart gyrated playfully around the grating, joyously pumping her fist with the crowd to Avril’s accompaniment. She held up her bear and had Straw wave to the crowd. The masses, mesmerized, waved back to the pink plushie as the Announcer welcomed her properly.
“And introducing her opponent, hailing from Boca Raton, Florida…” Some isolated pockets in the Orlando crowd popped for Boca. “Standing five feet two inches and weighing in at one hundred and nine pounds, she is CHLOE… STRAWBERRY… FIELDS!”
The redheaded rookie skipped down the ramp, dressed in a pink and black ruffled two piece with mini-skirted bottoms.
(Reverse coloring of the following:
shop.nordstrom.com/S/profile-by-gottex-bikini-top-skirted-bottoms/3196092?origin=category&resultback=798 )
Chloe zig-zagged from side to side, slapping hands with the fans and generally beaming from ear to ear, the delightful angel creating fans by the dozen with each bedimpled beaming smile. Reaching the ring, she took a lap, making acquaintance with nearly every front row purchaser and introducing her pink cub to the FAWNatics.
“He’s very glad to meet you,” Fields giggled. “I’m sure.”
Chloe held Straw Beary close to her chest and waved his paw at the FAWNatics, the bear getting a high-five from one fan that drew a chirpy chuckle from Fields.
Reaching the steps, Chloe sauntered up, proceeded halfway down the length of the ring, and slipped through the ropes. She lip-synced along with her music while hopping around the ring then moved to Kristy, curtsying in front of her.
“I’m glad to hear you’re not as mean as you used to be.”
Sanders rolled her eyes and waved Fields toward the opposite corner.
Reaching her base, she set Straw Beary under the bottom buckle so he could keep a watchful set of button eyes on the proceedings.
When the bell sounded Kristy left the corner with an aggressive swagger in her step. Though she’d been on an undeniable hot streak these last few weeks, the loss to Emily at Cold November Pain still chafed and she wanted a domineering pay-per-view victory to erase the incident once and for all. Over on the other side of the squared circle, Chloe Fields came out of the corner as she always did, a smooth, energetic zig zag that brought to mind the world’s biggest (and friendliest) hummingbird.
Patently unimpressed by the tyro, save for her capacity to serve as a worthy sacrifice, Sanders Part Deux posted up near the center of the ring and smirked, “There are so many fun things I’m going to do to you here in the next several minutes. But I just can’t decide on the coup de grace. Do I feed you to the bear…” she paused, her lips curling in a malicious grin, “…or do I feed the bear to YOU?”
Fields frowned, an expression that looked out of place on her admittedly delicate features. Raising her hands to just below shoulder level, the diminutive redhead beckoned her foe in and noted, “You’re gonna have to catch me first, Kristy. And keep your paws off my bear, he’s on a strict ‘no jerks’ di--”
Not about to put up with that nonsense from someone who could very well be stumping for sophomore prom queen, the Minnesota Mauler lunged forward and drew Chloe into an enthusiastic Collar & Elbow Lock-Up. Strawberry made a good effort of fighting against the clench despite giving up four inches and fourteen pounds to the former Intercontinental Champ, but it only took Kristy a few seconds to dip down and send the smaller woman flying with a huge shove.
Delighted by the early display of power, Kristy busted out a double bicep flex that was summarily ignored because Fields turned what should’ve been a rough landing into a flawless somersault and popped right back to boot leather. “So you’re springy, big deal.” Sanders snarked. “Just means you’ll bounce a few more times before I spike you through the mat.”
Chloe smiled and dropped into a low, bouncy, crouch. “I think you’re the one getting spiked tonight, crabby. ‘Beary told me so and all these people seem to agree!” She pointed to the FAWNatics on either side of the ring and raised a huge cheer which did nothing for Kristy’s mood.
“If you were going to spike me you’d need at least one pointy end and I don’t see any angles on you, princess. You’re nothing but a prancing, giggling puffball that--”
Strawberry threw herself at the brunette with a Lock-Up of her own and damned if she didn’t rock the Black Sheep back on her heels by a step or two. Regaining her composure almost at once, Kristy dug in her heels and shifted her hands so they were wrapped around the flyweight’s neck. Then she bent her knees and hoisted Fields off the mat with a two-handed Goozle that earned an ‘ooooooooh’ from those assembled and an immediate warning from Al Carpenter.
“Let go of her throat right now, Kristy! Don’t make me ask again.” Sanders didn’t make him ask, but she made no move to set the redhead down either, so the zebra ticked off, “ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR!”
She put a great deal of ‘oomph’ into throwing the obnoxiously hyperactive brat away, which made it all the more irritating when Fields landed on her feet. “What’s the matter, sweetheart?” Kristy sneered. “Wrestling in the ring not as fun as it was at your eighth grade slumber parNNNGGGHH!”
Chloe charged, hopped and THWHWAPPED a stubby Forearm Smash against the taller woman’s chest. Sanders Part Deux stumbled all of a half step but when she honed in on Chloe Fields you would’ve thought the redhead called her Kylie. “You’re going to regret that you worthless little bytNNNGGHHH!”
The Kinetic Cutie knocked her back with a second charging Forearm Smash and this time she piled on half a dozen more as soon as her feet touched the mat. Kristy didn’t give up a whole lot of ground but she was most definitely retreating and the scope of her generosity increased when Fields swept her into a Collar & Elbow of her own. Pushing and shoving for all she was worth, Chloe got the Minnesota Mauler to within three feet of the turnbuckles. That’s when Sanders torqued her hips to the left, swinging them both in a quick half circle that ended with the redhead’s back BWUUUNGING against the thinly-padded steel. More than a little embarrassed by Fields’s flurry of forearms, Kristy cupped both hands under the Upstart’s chin and puuuuuuuuuuushed forward, bending her neck back at a remarkably unpleasant angle. Carpenter proved more forgiving with calling this particular infraction, though his, “Hands off her chin and back up, Kristy!” was still far too swift for her liking.
Still, it wouldn’t do to get on the official’s bad side this early in the match so she stopped pushing, pulled her hands back and stepped away without so much as a-- Kristy flicked out her right hand and CRAAACKED Chloe across the cheek with the Bytch Slap she’d been itching to unleash from the moment Avril Lavigne polluted the speakers. “Get the message, short stuff?” Sanders cooed. “You’re not big, strong or fast enough to be anything more than a pretty pink grease spot on the--”
CRAAACK!
Outright THUNDEROUS applause when Chloe tagged Kristy with a stiff receipt for the previous disrespect. Even more satisfying, Fields hooked her arms over the top ropes, hopped into the air and pistoned both feet into Sanders’s chest as hard as she could. Kristy didn’t go down but she reeled to mid-ring and almost tripped on her own feet more than once. Sucking in a deep breath, the infuriated brunette raked a hand through her hair and growled, “Huh. No one told me you’re tired of living.”
“Tired of your mouth, Kristy!” Chloe snapped right back. “So either shut it and wrestle or get ready to have it smacked off your fat fa--”
Kristy must’ve been ready to wrestle because she charged the corner with a Clothesline at the ready. Too bad Fields slipped over the second strand to the apron and grabbed the top rope in both hands. With Sanders still a little ways out she dropped straight back, effectively turning herself upside down to smack her right shin into her would be attacker’s mug.
PENDULUM KICK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=jtPcrJz62TE
Sanders bounced back with a hand pressed to her forehead, meaning she didn’t see it when Chloe righted herself and ended up out on the apron. Rubber-coated steel in both hands, Straw Beary’s favorite wrestler leapt onto the top rope, paused there long enough to wave to the front row, then leapt out into the void. Throwing herself into a smooth spin, Fields THWHACKED her right heel into Kristy’s noggin and earned another rousing round of applause when the leopard-print loving battler hit the deck.
STRAWBERRY SWIRL:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=BkFinWz8TlM
Beaming a mixture of pleasure and surprise, Chloe scrambled over to the flattened brunette and threw herself across Kristy’s chest. Immediately thereafter she hooked the far leg and leaaaaaaaaaned back, using every bit of her hundred and nine pounds to keep Sanders Part Deux down for the…
ONE!
TWO!!
Kristy shoved the Upstart away at ‘TWO’ a forceful reminder that it was going to take more than a lucky shot to take her down. Resting on her knees after the escape, Sanders grunted, “You sneaky little shyt, you have no idea who you’re messing with do GUUUURRHHHK!”
Chloe threw herself into a handstand off Kristy’s left side and in doing so snaked her slender stems around the former IC champ’s neck. Soon as her ankles were locked she pulled both hands away and twisted hard onto her back, an abrupt shift that THWHONKED the crown of Kristy’s skull into the canvas. The Black Sheep bounced up and flopped over onto her back, looking that much more ready for a shockingly early dismissal when Fields dove across her chest and bundled up both legs for the…
HEADSCISSOR DDT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ddz0ABtGWgM
ONE!
TWO!!
And Kylie’s hardbody cousin kicked free of the dimpled fairy’s pin attempt.
Rolling to her side, Sanders’ eyes clearly showed the results of Fields’ success, the dark brown peepers glassy, her jaw slack.
With the crowd chanting her name, the adorable redhead popped to her feet and couldn’t stop herself from an energetic front flip that she landed without a hint of effort. Turning to the still grounded Kristy, she snatched a wrist and gleefully tugged a balking Kristy to her feet like she’s helping her best friend.
Chloe traded her grip for a double-handed one around Sanders’ noggin. She pulled the brunette’s braincase close and gave her forehead a smooch, leaving a rosy lipstick mark on the Real Deal before taking a step back and grinning sweetly.
Furious, a recovering Sanders leapt at Strawberry with a wicked Clothesline that might have ripped Fields’ head clean off if she hadn’t ducked under. With the women back to back, Chloe simultaneously lifted off and reached over her right shoulder to encircle Kristy’s neck. The redhead laid out and THWAMMED the back of Sanders’ skull to the thinly-sheathed plywood with a Jumping Neckbreaker.
JUMPING NECKBREAKER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=5Zbv_-I_5d8
The doe-eyed grappler spun up to all fours and enjoyed the sight of Kristy cradling her aching noggin, boot soles pattering the mat like a drum.
“If I’m a puffball,” Chloe related to the battered Sanders. “I’m a darn tough one.”
The Kinetic Cutie scrambled to her feet rather than going for the pin. She snatched another wrist, but this time pulled a splattered Minnesota Mauler close to the nearest corner. With the leopard-print clad Sanders situated, the bubbly redhead rose up the corner, her back to the mat. Taking a quick look over her shoulder to make sure her landing pad was still in place, Chloe set herself on the top rope like a tawny-skinned froggie and launched her legs high, only letting her grips on the ropes go when her back end descended toward Kristy’s chest and she THUMPED her pert little behind into the bosom of Sanders with her signature Diving Teddy Bear.
DIVING TEDDY BEAR:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=-y-ByPIp4cI
Chloe stayed seated atop the chest of her foe, Kristy unmoving for…
ONE!
TWO!!
And Sanders’ shoulders didn’t move before three, but her right hand did reach for the ropes, grasping it in time to save her.
The FAWNatics groaned as one, realizing a big fish for Chloe to put in her boat had slipped off the line. For her part, Strawberry seemed less concerned. She hopped off the grunting Kristy’s chest and sprinted to her corner down the length of the ropes where she gave Straw Beary a pat between his pink ears.
Climbing to the top, above her beloved bear, Chloe turned and set herself in a crouch, waiting for the Real Deal to rise.
With the roll the former Cirque de Soleil performer had been on, it took a while for the dark-haired hardbody to climb her way to vertical even with the help of the ropes. Still bewildered, Kristy turned and stumbled out of her corner no more than three steps before the Kinetic Cutie leapt into a Missile Dropkick that was played more for distance than height.
And to the fans’ joy, the flyweight covered it in impressive fashion, delivering the ordinance to Kristy’s chest with enough force to sends Sanders flying, backward somersaulting to her chest. Perhaps out of instinct, Chloe kipped to her feet, but quickly settled back down next to the shellshocked Sanders. The redhead shoveled Kristy to her back and spread her tender frame across the Mauler in a Lateral Press, hooking a leg for…
ONE!
TWO!!
THRNOOO!!!
The increasingly disoriented Sanders kept her match life intact, if barely, lifting a shoulder inches off the canvas. Weakly, she shoved at the Pink Flash and Fields used the impetus to hop to her feet. The doe-eyed grappler couldn’t help herself from playing to the roaring crowd though she turned in plenty of time to sprint toward a risen Kristy.
Sanders tried to halt the rolling pink snowball, dipping and lifting Chloe off the deck when Strawberry reached her, but Fields whipped around the chest of the Real Deal, ending strapped to the brunette’s back with a Scissors around Sanders’ head and a wrenching two-hand grip on an arm, Chloe capturing the beleaguered Kristy in a Christo.
CHRISTO:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ro1CoTwUB68
A beaming Chloe applied the torturous maneuver with gusto, Kristy staggering to remain vertical, the zebra asking if she wanted to give in. But the trademark Sanders’ pride both she and Kylie exhibited wouldn’t allow it and the dark-maned hardbody kept her legs long enough to back to a corner and throw both women into the buckles, Chloe sandwiched in between.
The chirpy ‘ooof’ of Fields was worrying to the FAWNatics and the sound grew louder as Kristy repeated the process a second and third time, finally forcing Strawberry to give up her submission and slide down Kristy’s back.
Relieved of her burden and with Chloe stuck behind her, Kristy turned, dropped the crown of her head under Chloe’s chin and chugged away with a torrent of left-rights into the pert chest and trembling tawny tummy of the Upstart, Fields’ girly grunts filling the air with each impaling slug of her flat but relenting belly.
With Chloe’s dark eyes bulging, her smile finally removed, Kristy relented on the fisticuffs and dipped to slip her arms under Fields’ thin if sinewy thighs, popping the redhead to a seat on the top buckle. Sanders absolutely blasted Chloe’s chin with a European Uppercut, snapping the Upstart’s noggin back in whiplash fashion.
With the blow leaving Chloe’s head on a bobble, Kristin turned, placed her head in Fields’ crotch and wrapped her arms around Strawberry’s legs once more. Capturing the rocked Upstart, Sanders’ moved one of them from a leg to around the back of Chloe’s neck. The Real Deal moved out of the corner with her fairy-like cargo fastened in place and Kylie’s cousin delivered her signature FUPV, spinning to the deck and PLANTING Fields there.
FUPV @ 00:46
www.youtube.com/watch?v=fKw3UoKJcbI
Chloe’s body seemed to explode on impact and she ended in a matchbook, seemingly stuck that way even before Kristy dropped across the back of her knees for the…
ONE!
TWO!!
THRNOOO!!!
Kristy, who genuinely believed that a pipsqueak like Strawberry Fields could barely conceive of surviving one of her biggest bombs, let alone actually find the strength to do so, shot the ref an incredulous glare in the wake of the redhead’s narrow escape. “You been stealing your girl’s pain meds again, Carpenter?” she snarked. “Because you’re counting like you’re freakin’ high.”
“I’d be a lot nicer about my counts if I were high, Kristy.” Al answered without missing a beat. If you want to get a three you’re gonna have to hold her down for three.”
Offended by the implication that she couldn’t do just that, Sanders Part Deux climbed aboard the flyweight’s waist and jabbed the tip of her nose with an index finger. “You’re in waaaaaaaaaay over your head, Lisa Frank! So stay the hell down and the hurting can stop.” To validate her statement she cupped both hands to the flattened woman’s shoulders and pressed down, holding her in a simple but effective AHW style mount for the…
ONE!
TWO!!
Chloe slipped one shoulder free of Sanders’s clutches and rolled it off the mat. “What, they don’t speak English in the Munchkin Kingdom?” Kristy snorted over the cheers of the crowd. “I said stay down!” She pressed her hands to Fields’s shoulders a second time and made a point of digging in with her nails. Already close by, the ref was quick to toll…
ONE!
TWO!!
The tuffest puffball in the land fought free once more and put a bit more emphasis on her freedom by shoving Kristy clear with both hands. Sanders seemed more surprised than angry at first, but it didn’t take too long for that to change, especially when the crowds started cheering for Fields even louder than before. Her smirk entirely gone now, Kristy buried both hands in Chloe’s hair and forced her to stand with far more yanks than was completely necessary. “Who the hell do you think you are?” Sanders barked at the crown of her foe’s skull. “You’re nothing! Worse than nothing! You’re a comedy act pure and simple and you think you’re going to come in here and slap ME aro--”
‘Around’ was cut off with near mechanical precision because Chloe reared back and pinked Sanders’s cheek with a brazen Witch Slap. “You think I’m a funny, huh jerk?” she muttered. “Then tell me why you aren’t smiLLLNNNNGGGGH!”
Kristy swiveled her head with another face-numbing SMACK, then crouched and hooked her right arm through Fields’s legs, all the better to muscle her up into a perfect Fireman’s Carry. Holding her squirmy bundle quite easily, the Minnesota Mauler stomped to the middle of the ring and proceeded to turn in a circle. What first looked to be useless showing off soon transformed into a far more time-tested strategy when Kristy kept turning, the pace of her revolutions growing faster and faster as she threw FAWN’s favorite produce into the centrifugal blender of her Airplane Spin. Kristy stopped on a dime but rather than dump the smaller woman to the ground she made her way to the closest corner and slung Chloe off so that the top rope on either side of the turnbuckle was angled across her chest and thighs.
“All right you bedazzled, glitter huffing piece of shyt! You wanna pretend you’re a wrestler? Then pretend to deal with this!”
The Black Sheep curled her hands into wicked claws and proceeded to raaaaaaaaake Fields’s back and glutes more’n half a dozen times before switching over to balled fists, which she thum-thum-thum-thum-thum-THUMPED all up and down the length of Chloe’s spine before she joined ‘em into a Double Axehandle and THWHUMPED it into the small of her back.
Carpenter ticked off an internal five count, then tapped Kristy’s shoulder. “All right, get her outta the corner Kristy.”
He was ready to start a count in case Sanders decided to balk, but it proved unnecessary because the brunette lowered her shoulders, got up under Chloe and hoisted her back into the Fireman’s Carry. Wheeling around in a half circle, Sanders Part Deux strutted to the center of the squared circle, where she hooked her right arm over Fields’s right thigh and grabbed the redhead’s right wrist in her left hand. “Hey. Can you idiots hear that?” Kristy called to the FAWNatics. “That’s the sound of--” She hupped Chloe from her shoulders, then snapped forward and jerked down on the tyro’s wrist to THWHUMP her spine-first against the mat with a murderously simple Arm & Legger. Chloe sat up like the canvas was electrified and didn’t so much as move until the Minnesota Mauler nudged a short kick into her cheek. Hands on her hips, Kristy looked out at the cringing audience and added, “That’s the sound of a bytch reaching her limits.”
ARM & LEGGER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=7qx-pyhRpj8
As proof thereof, Sanders raised a boot and planted it atop Fields’s chest. Arrogant and lackadaisical though it was, the pin kept Chloe flattened out, so Al swooped in and slapped the mat…
ONE!
TWO!!
Chloe slapped the brunette’s boot away with far much too much ‘tude for Sanders’s taste. “ARE YOU KIDDING ME?!” Kristy buried that boot in the pit of Fields’s stomach, snapped a kick into her chin, then stomped on her chest and pressed down for her second pin attempt in less than a minute. Eyes blazing, she looked over at Al and barked, “COUNT!” Mother Carpenter didn’t raise no fools, so he wasted no time in rattling off…
ONE!
TWO!!
THRNOOOO!!!
Chloe escaped again and rolled onto all fours, a natural show of resistance that provoked an unnatural level of rage in her opposition. “Oooooooh, that is IT! YOU ARE FAHKING DONE! YOU HEAR ME? DONE!” Gripped by a deep red rage, Kristy kicked Chloe onto her stomach, then bent down, grabbed a double handful of hair and jerked her to all fours in a single spasmodic motion. Immediately thereafter she pulled the redhead’s noggin between her thighs and wrapped both arms around Fields’s slim waist. Still fuming, she dipped her knees and hoisted the Kinetic Cutie up onto her shoulders. Chloe hadn’t even reached the apex of her upswing when Sanders snapped her back the way she came and dropped to her backside to THAWHAM the smaller battler into the mat with a brutal Sit-Out Powerbomb. Chloe bounced through the aftershocks but they weren’t enough to slip her loose of the brunette’s clutches. Scooting forward to apply more of her weight to Fields’s upturned haunches, Kristy also laid her heels over the lightweights biceps to keep her down for the…
SIT-OUT POWERBOMB:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=UJizYnN4kUA
ONE!
TWO!!
THRENOOOOOOOO!!!
Strawberry smacked her legs closed around Sanders’s head, an improvised Bell Ringer that broke her tormentor’s cover at the last possible second. Kristy scrambled back, sprang to her feet and roared a mixture of fury and frustration. Too overwhelmed with incredulity to unleash an actual follow up, the Black Sheep stalked a circle around the splattered redhead and very well might’ve pounced on Al if the ref hadn’t made a beeline for the nearest corner. Slowly but surely coming back to herself, Kristy stopped at Chloe’s feet and leaned down to deliver this ominous proclamation. “You better hope that bear is a trained medic, bytch. Because he’s the only one close enough to save OOOOFFFFHHH!”
Chloe rocked back onto her shoulders, kicked both legs up and locked them around Sanders’s neck. Then she pushed up and swung forward to land on her tummy, an abrupt shift that flipped Kristy onto her back, Headscissors style.
KIP-UP HEADSCISSORS:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=H7odo2JwPIQ
Sanders rolled through the landing and twisted around on one knee to draw a bead on the dead chick walkin’. Only Chloe wasn’t walking, she was racing straight for the penitent brunette. Taking flight from a little ways out, she ‘smecked’ those dangerous legs around Sanders’s neck and twisted her down with an abbreviated Tilt-a-Whirl Headscissors that TONKED Kristy’s forehead into the thinly-sheathed plywood.
HEADSCISSORS ON A KNEELING OPPONENT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=drWQqgtBzig
Kristy bounced onto her back, then slopped to one side and clambered to her feet as Fields did the same. Furious all over again, she exploded forward with a Clothesline at the ready only to slam on the brakes when the redhead avoided it with a beautiful tumble. Chloe popped up a short distance from the ropes and actually had the temerity to blow a kiss at the former champ, which brought Kristy forward in another headlong charge. The Kinetic Cutie pirouetted away at the last instant, leaving Sanders Part Deux to bounce outta the strands and stumble to a stop several paces later. As of yet unaware that Fields had hit the ropes as well, Kristy turned just in time to see Strawberry leap up and fly by on the left. Snatching Kristy’s head as she passed, Chloe came down on her right hip, thus THWHAMMING the taller battler down on her face, chest and belly with a top notch Ace Crusher.
ACE CRUSHER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=7wK1tjvJuPA
Sanders’s skull THUMPED against the canvas, the leopard-print-clad brunette bouncing up to her knees, eyes vacant and head bobbling until Kristy collapsed face-first to the canvas. The crowd roars in anticipation and Chloe was quick to shove the splayed carcass of Kristy to her back, Sanders flopping into a wide spreadeagle.
Fields covered in a Lateral Press, hooking the far leg of the Real Deal and waited for confirmation of a HUGE win for the Upstart.
ONE!
TWO!!
THRNOOOO!!!
Again, the Kinetic Cutie was denied the all-important victory, Kristy shoving a shoulder up with less than a second to spare. Even Straw Beary was showing a hint of frustration at Kristy’s ability to use what apparently were nine lives.
The redhead, on her knees, was torn on which way to go, for a moment turning to Beary for silent advice. It seemed to come when Sanders turned to her chest and began to rise toward all fours. Instantly, Chloe leapt to her foe, grasping Kristy’s right arm, twisting the limb violently as she set herself perpendicular to the Black Sheep, securing a surprisingly nasty Fujiwara Armbar.
FUJIWARA ARMBAR:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=ODcthj539bY
Kristy flails to life, the electricity of pain flooding her senses as Fields worked the trapped shoulder. Without direction from the redhead, the ref dropped in front of Sanders’s face and asked Kristy if she wanted to surrender. Sanders took a swipe at the man with her free arm, a gesture the official rightly took as a ‘no’.
Her smile turned to a grimace of effort, the Upstart worked the Armbar for another half dozen seconds before her hardbody foe was able get her opposite shoulder pointed to the canvas and Sanders barrel rolled out of the predicament, Chloe releasing before she could be pulled into a Small Package.
Fields popped to her feet and led the FAWNatics in a rhythmic clap that soon echoed through the arena. Strawberry slid through the ropes to lead her Upstart followers before turning back to the ring and grabbing the top rope. During the cheering, the Minnesota Mauler struggled to her feet, cradling her aching limb. She spun, searching for her increasingly confident opponent.
When the pained Sanders finally turned in Chloe’s direction, the redhead launched, landing on the uppermost cable, then springboarding off the strand into a Crossbody aimed at Kristy’s chest.
But when the flyweight’s frame thumped into the dark-haired robobabe, Kristy used her superior strength to receive Strawberry into her arms while keeping her feet rooted to the mat. Sanders grimaced in pain from her still aching arm but the wide-eyed wriggling of Fields couldn’t get her free from the curling limbs of Sanders.
Showing yet more of what might be the best power game in the lightweight division, Kristy laid out and sent Chloe flying with a Fallaway slam, Strawberry sent in a barrel rolling flight to the canvas, her slight frame CRASHING into the deck.
FALLAWAY SLAM:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=BXEPe2OC44s
The Kinetic Cutie spasmed in pain, her spine curling into an arch in response, a hand moving to the base of her spine after the impact. Meanwhile, her features still twisted in pain from the Armbar, Sanders pushed through the ache, getting to her feet and tracking down the dimpled redhead.
The brunette rolled her aching left shoulder as she moved to her foe, then grabbed the wincing Chloe by her cherry-red locks. She yanked Fields to her feet, Strawberry yipping as her scalp was tested. Kristy dipped and pulled the smaller grappler into her arms, wrapping the limbs around her foe’s tawny midriff. Kylie’s cousin cinched them tight.
“Try to rip my arm out?” Sanders growled. “Well, I’m going to move your internal organs.”
Kristy drew a breathy grunt from the constricted Chloe, her dimpled cheeks pushing out a huge exhale as Sanders crushed her tummy in the grizzliest of Bear Hugs. The tips of Strawberry’s boots stretched for the canvas but came up just short.
“Uhhh…uhhh,” Chloe chirped, trying unsuccessfully to pry her way free from a very unwanted snuggle.
But Fields learned not to hope for release too much, for after the angered Sanders gave her redheaded ragdoll a series of violent shakes, she lifted the Upstart a few inches higher and dropped to one knee, sending Chloe’s crotch CRASHING atop bended knee.
The Inverted Atomic Drop sent Fields vaulting into the air from the impact, most in the front rows grimacing in sympathy pain. She landed with toes pointed inwards, knees knocking, hands buried at the juncture of her thighs, her lower lip wibbling.
Sanders slipped in behind the debilitated Fields. She turned back to back and locked one elbow then the other with the whimpering, teary-eyed Chloe. Kristy used her power game to vault Strawberry off the deck by leaning forward, the Upstart ending strapped across Sanders’ back. Carefully and successfully, the Real Deal shifted to her right, Chloe’s left, giving up the locked elbows to send one arm across Fields’ chest.
The FAWNatics knew what’s in store as did a bug-eyed, be-dimpled Chloe and the joy of her early match success was fading to memory when Kristy threw her weight backward and sent Strawberry to a face and chest-first, mat-thumping collision with the canvas courtesy the Twin Cities Tumbler.
TWIN CITIES TUMBLER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=zUnS9XJdtxo
A glassy-eyed Fields rolled to her back and ended in a wide starfish, all but out from Sanders’ signature. Kristy sat next to the dispatched Upstart, raising a hand high. Wearily, she flopped to the splayed Chloe, draping an arm across her foe’s pert chest as she laid facedown next to Fields for the...
ONE!
TWO!!
THRNOOO!!!
The pin wasn’t the strongest but it hadn’t seemed necessary. Fields proved differently, rolling a shoulder off the canvas, spinning to her chest, and dragging herself along the canvas like a drowsy, tawny-skinned snake trying to reach the ropes and maybe sneak under for a break.
Sanders shook her head in disbelief, cursing herself as much as the stubborn Upstart. But she didn’t allow the slithering Strawberry to go too far. Not wanting Fields to take a breather, Kristy grabbed an ankle while still kneeling and draaaaaaaged Chloe slowly to center stage .
The Upstart flipped to her back when Kristy rose to vertical, trying to shake Sanders off, but it proved a serious mistake when the Real Deal twisted her way around the captured stem, kneeling atop it as she locked her legs with Chloe’s then rolled through to a grapevining leglock. As the anxiety-ridden peepers of Fields bulged, Kristy reached for the finishing touch, a back breaking Crossface that would surely snap the slender “puffball” in two.
With her hands planted against the canvas, Chloe had no means of fighting off Kristy’s hands, so she tucked her chin against her chest as tight as she could. It worked for all of a few seconds. Then Sanders lost her temper and THWHACKED a Forearm into the back of her quarry’s skull. “Gimme your chin, punk!” she demanded. “Don’t make me ask twice!”
“Lemme go!” Fields snapped right back. “Don’t make me TELL you twice!”
Several fans in the front row heard the retort and laughed heartily, the sound of which did nothing for the Black Sheep’s already foul mood. To alleviate it she grabbed a double handful of hair and craaaaaaaaaaaanked Chloe’s head so far back she could look straight down into the redhead’s face. “I said give me your chin, bytch.” she said coldly.
“Grrrrggghhh…. take it… if you can…. jerk.” Fields answered through gritted teeth.
The hair-hold wasn’t legal (as Carpenter quickly pointed out) but it had exposed Chloe’s chin quite wonderfully, so Sanders Part Deux halved her grip, reached around and-- let out a bloodcurdling shriek when Fields sank her teeth into the soft flesh between her attacker’s thumb and forefinger! Utterly shocked by the catty display from the Upstart, Kristy didn’t even think to slap at Chloe’s head with her free hand for a good five seconds and by then the ref was after both of them to knock that illegal shyt off.
Sanders eventually wrenched her hand loose of the smaller woman’s maw, however all thoughts of completing the STF had fled when Fields started chowing down. Viewing the world through a haze redder than Chloe’s hair, she palmed the tramp’s head in both hands and THWHUNKED it against the canvas like a basketball. Strawberry bounced and buried her face in both hands, the once frenetic fighter little more than breathing furniture as Sanders disengaged the Grapevine and quickly wrapped both arms around Fields’s upper thighs. Once Chloe’s crotch was wedged firmly against her tummy, Kristy stood up and tugged, effectively hoisting the prone woman into a near headstand. “Let’s see you flip your skinny ass out of this, Tinkerbell.” No reply from the redhead so the Minnesota Mauler dipped her knees and hoisted her prey up, over and down with a high, unpleasant bridge that ended with Chloe THWHAMMING spine-first against the mat.
WHEELBARROW SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=vY3xq2kPdgc
Patently uninterested in ending this massacre until Chloe Fields was a pretty pink grease spot on the canvas, Kristy rolled to one knee, grabbed a handful of hair and slowly forced the battle-weary flyweight to verticality. A basic Wristlock led to an equally simple Irish Whip that put Fields in the corner and in perfect position when the former IC champion rushed in with a murderous Clothesline that robbed the recipient of both oxygen and her vertical base. The loss of the latter would’ve meant a swift drop to Stink Facing territory if Sanders hadn’t lowered a shoulder and stuffed it into the pit of Chloe’s stomach. Wrapping her up about the thighs, Kristy muscled her into place on the top turnbuckle, then mounted the second rope.
“I’ve finally come to a decision.” Kristy’d taken Chloe’s chin between thumb and forefinger and tilted her head back, thus forcing eye contact as she made her devastating pronouncement. “I’m not going to feed you to the bear or vice versa. I’m going to take him with me. The poor pink yutz deserves to be associated with someone that isn’t a total loseEERRGGH!”
Fields belted a lighting quick Forearm Smash across the taller woman’s face, then grabbed a double handful of hair and jerked her down into no less than half a dozen jarring buckle-on-face collisions. “NO ONE (BWUNG!) TAKES (BWUNG!) MY (BWUNG!) BEAR (BWUNG!) YOU (BWUNG!) BIG (BWUNG!) JERK!”
Quite oblivious to the fact that the FAWNatics were on their feet, Chloe put both hands against the small of her foe’s back and used them to keep her balance as she got to her feet. From there she hopped onto Sanders’s upper back and curled both legs under the brunette’s biceps. Arms spread wide, Fields snapped forward and tucked in tight, using every bit of her almost hundred and ten pounds to send Kristy plummeting to the canvas courtesy of the Avalanche Yoshi Tonic she called the Strawberry Smoothie.
STAWBERRY SMOOTHIE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=JvxxR2k9gqc
The Black Sheep THWHAMMED down flush on the back of her head and shoulders and Chloe would’ve gone for a pin if her foe hadn’t rolled through a boneless somersault and clambered to her feet.
Too shocked to be disappointed, Chloe popped up and raced the brunette down in the span between heartbeats. Kristy saw about three of her coming through the fog and opened her arms, meaning to snatch the Sporty Sprite in a Gutwrench. This proved a catastrophic miscalculation as Chloe leapt and used the very beginnings of it to twist herself upside down and ‘smeck’ both legs around Sanders’s noggin. Twisting around and under Kristy’s left arm like she was going for a garden variety Tilt-A-Whirl Headscissors, the tiny redhead swung around Sanders’s back and slapped on a Waistlock at the exact same time she adjusted her Headscissors. Suddenly her feet were in front of Kristy’s head instead of behind it and then the whole world went topsy turvy because Chloe popped her hips so hard she flipped forward into a landing on her tush. Kristy was flipped too, albeit far more unpleasantly as she THWONKED down on the crown of her skull. Planted like a tent-peg by the rarely seen Fields Day, the leopard-print loving lass tumbled onto her stomach and didn’t even groan when a wide-eyed Chloe shoveled her onto her back. Of course that didn’t stop the Kinetic Cutie from hooking both legs and folding her like she might kick out well before the…
FIELDS DAY @ 00:41
www.youtube.com/watch?v=QlRwU2Uu4cc
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TWO!!
THREE!!!
An incredulous but grinning Al Carpenter threw a signal to the Timekeeper, who clanged the bell half a dozen more times than usual to make sure it sounded over the cacophony of the FAWNatics. Likewise, the Announcer almost had to shout his confirmation. “LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, YOUR WINNER VIA PIN-FALL IS CHLOE ‘STRAWBERRY’ FIELDS!’
Chloe released her grip on Kristy and popped to her feet while Sanders Part Deux dropped limply back to horizontal, refuting any thoughts the Real Deal might have been close to kicking free again.
Fields enthusiastically raced to Straw Beary and picked up her pink, stuffed companion before heading to the nearest buckles and climbing up. She raised Beary high and waved his paw for him then turned him to face Chloe and gave the BFF a Bear Hug.
Strawberry dropped to the canvas, beaming, her dimple flaring enough to force an “AWWW’ from many of the assembled. The former Cirque de Soleil star front flipped with Beary in hand, landing smartly next to the groaning Sanders.
“Puffball…my…my…butt,” Chloe giggled, walking across the midriff of the still splayed Kristy, drawing a breathy grunt from the brunette. She turned a glance over her shoulder to Kristy, the dark-maned hardbody cradling her head with one arm and wrapping her tummy with the other.
“And tell all the other meanies, I’m just starting. Because pink and gold look great together and I mean to prove it.”
Chloe moved to the ropes, grabbed the top with one hand, and vaulted to the other side of the apron, quickly dropping to the floor below and taking a tour around the ring, both she and Straw Beary slapping paws with the front row before heading up the ramp, a beautiful and, to this date, rare happy ending for the redhead.
“Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall with a twenty minute time limit. Introducing first, hailing from Eden Prairie, Minnesota, she stands five feet six inches tall and weighs in tonight at one hundred and twenty-five pounds. She is the Real Freakin’ Deal… KRISTY SANDERS!”
A mix of cheers and boos from those assembled as the house lights faded to nothing. The dark was quickly pierced with twisting, twirling strobes, an inspired swirl of golden spotlights interspersed with leopard spots that filled the arena. A feral feline growl tore loose from the speakers. On its heels came the opening strains of Velvet Revolver’s cover of ‘Psycho Killer’.
PSYCHO KILLER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=ujB-pxOQJ-Y
KRISTY SANDERS:
Kristy swatted the curtain aside, stepped through and paused to take in the reaction, which was decidedly less united than the one in November. “Oh, I get it. It’s ok to cheer when I’m taking on the big, bad, brainiac, but ya boo me when the bytch on the other side of the ring is carrying a teddy bear. Well screw you very much!” With that properly settled, Sanders Part Deux started down the ramp.
For the battle ahead the Minnesota Mauler wore her trademark leopard print one-piece, the material seemingly painted on. Below the ‘skirtish’ bum-hugging bottoms of the strapless onesy, was a flash of similarly spotted panties, and, not that many noticed. The ‘jungle cat’ concluded her attire with black pads and boots.
Ignoring the finicky fans entirely, Kristy broke into a short sprint, dove under the bottom rope and slid a good ways before springing to her feet. After that it was quick march to the nearest corner, where she mounted the second rope and treated the crowd to a sturdy double bicep flex. “Upstart uprising?” she smirked to the camera. “I don’t freakin’ think so.” Then she hopped down and backed into a corner to await inspection and her disgustingly cute opposition.
The black sheep of the Sanders clan stood staring at the upper stage, no longer looking so dark next to her turncoat cousin, but still more than threatening, a leopard who perhaps never truly changed her spots .
WHAT THE HELL:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=tQmEd_UeeIk&feature=player_embedded
Just as it seemed she’s about to demand someone go look for the frightened fawn that had been signed to face her, the sounds of Avril Lavigne’s ‘What the Hell’ signaled the imminent arrival of the dimpled cutie whose loyal fan following among the FAWNatics had blossomed in time with her career. The crowd hopped to the infectious pop beat and craned their necks toward the stage to gather an eyeful of the bubbly Upstart.
CHLOE FIELDS:
Bouncing out from backstage came a tawny wisp of a woman. All big dark doe eyes, cherry red mane and cherubic girlish features, Chloe skipped from one side of the stage to the other. Clutched in the tyro’s right hand was the paw of a fluffy, pink teddy bear ( imageshack.us/photo/my-images/52/sbeare.jpg/ ), her bestest buddy, Straw Beary. The tiny Upstart gyrated playfully around the grating, joyously pumping her fist with the crowd to Avril’s accompaniment. She held up her bear and had Straw wave to the crowd. The masses, mesmerized, waved back to the pink plushie as the Announcer welcomed her properly.
“And introducing her opponent, hailing from Boca Raton, Florida…” Some isolated pockets in the Orlando crowd popped for Boca. “Standing five feet two inches and weighing in at one hundred and nine pounds, she is CHLOE… STRAWBERRY… FIELDS!”
The redheaded rookie skipped down the ramp, dressed in a pink and black ruffled two piece with mini-skirted bottoms.
(Reverse coloring of the following:
shop.nordstrom.com/S/profile-by-gottex-bikini-top-skirted-bottoms/3196092?origin=category&resultback=798 )
Chloe zig-zagged from side to side, slapping hands with the fans and generally beaming from ear to ear, the delightful angel creating fans by the dozen with each bedimpled beaming smile. Reaching the ring, she took a lap, making acquaintance with nearly every front row purchaser and introducing her pink cub to the FAWNatics.
“He’s very glad to meet you,” Fields giggled. “I’m sure.”
Chloe held Straw Beary close to her chest and waved his paw at the FAWNatics, the bear getting a high-five from one fan that drew a chirpy chuckle from Fields.
Reaching the steps, Chloe sauntered up, proceeded halfway down the length of the ring, and slipped through the ropes. She lip-synced along with her music while hopping around the ring then moved to Kristy, curtsying in front of her.
“I’m glad to hear you’re not as mean as you used to be.”
Sanders rolled her eyes and waved Fields toward the opposite corner.
Reaching her base, she set Straw Beary under the bottom buckle so he could keep a watchful set of button eyes on the proceedings.
When the bell sounded Kristy left the corner with an aggressive swagger in her step. Though she’d been on an undeniable hot streak these last few weeks, the loss to Emily at Cold November Pain still chafed and she wanted a domineering pay-per-view victory to erase the incident once and for all. Over on the other side of the squared circle, Chloe Fields came out of the corner as she always did, a smooth, energetic zig zag that brought to mind the world’s biggest (and friendliest) hummingbird.
Patently unimpressed by the tyro, save for her capacity to serve as a worthy sacrifice, Sanders Part Deux posted up near the center of the ring and smirked, “There are so many fun things I’m going to do to you here in the next several minutes. But I just can’t decide on the coup de grace. Do I feed you to the bear…” she paused, her lips curling in a malicious grin, “…or do I feed the bear to YOU?”
Fields frowned, an expression that looked out of place on her admittedly delicate features. Raising her hands to just below shoulder level, the diminutive redhead beckoned her foe in and noted, “You’re gonna have to catch me first, Kristy. And keep your paws off my bear, he’s on a strict ‘no jerks’ di--”
Not about to put up with that nonsense from someone who could very well be stumping for sophomore prom queen, the Minnesota Mauler lunged forward and drew Chloe into an enthusiastic Collar & Elbow Lock-Up. Strawberry made a good effort of fighting against the clench despite giving up four inches and fourteen pounds to the former Intercontinental Champ, but it only took Kristy a few seconds to dip down and send the smaller woman flying with a huge shove.
Delighted by the early display of power, Kristy busted out a double bicep flex that was summarily ignored because Fields turned what should’ve been a rough landing into a flawless somersault and popped right back to boot leather. “So you’re springy, big deal.” Sanders snarked. “Just means you’ll bounce a few more times before I spike you through the mat.”
Chloe smiled and dropped into a low, bouncy, crouch. “I think you’re the one getting spiked tonight, crabby. ‘Beary told me so and all these people seem to agree!” She pointed to the FAWNatics on either side of the ring and raised a huge cheer which did nothing for Kristy’s mood.
“If you were going to spike me you’d need at least one pointy end and I don’t see any angles on you, princess. You’re nothing but a prancing, giggling puffball that--”
Strawberry threw herself at the brunette with a Lock-Up of her own and damned if she didn’t rock the Black Sheep back on her heels by a step or two. Regaining her composure almost at once, Kristy dug in her heels and shifted her hands so they were wrapped around the flyweight’s neck. Then she bent her knees and hoisted Fields off the mat with a two-handed Goozle that earned an ‘ooooooooh’ from those assembled and an immediate warning from Al Carpenter.
“Let go of her throat right now, Kristy! Don’t make me ask again.” Sanders didn’t make him ask, but she made no move to set the redhead down either, so the zebra ticked off, “ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR!”
She put a great deal of ‘oomph’ into throwing the obnoxiously hyperactive brat away, which made it all the more irritating when Fields landed on her feet. “What’s the matter, sweetheart?” Kristy sneered. “Wrestling in the ring not as fun as it was at your eighth grade slumber parNNNGGGHH!”
Chloe charged, hopped and THWHWAPPED a stubby Forearm Smash against the taller woman’s chest. Sanders Part Deux stumbled all of a half step but when she honed in on Chloe Fields you would’ve thought the redhead called her Kylie. “You’re going to regret that you worthless little bytNNNGGHHH!”
The Kinetic Cutie knocked her back with a second charging Forearm Smash and this time she piled on half a dozen more as soon as her feet touched the mat. Kristy didn’t give up a whole lot of ground but she was most definitely retreating and the scope of her generosity increased when Fields swept her into a Collar & Elbow of her own. Pushing and shoving for all she was worth, Chloe got the Minnesota Mauler to within three feet of the turnbuckles. That’s when Sanders torqued her hips to the left, swinging them both in a quick half circle that ended with the redhead’s back BWUUUNGING against the thinly-padded steel. More than a little embarrassed by Fields’s flurry of forearms, Kristy cupped both hands under the Upstart’s chin and puuuuuuuuuuushed forward, bending her neck back at a remarkably unpleasant angle. Carpenter proved more forgiving with calling this particular infraction, though his, “Hands off her chin and back up, Kristy!” was still far too swift for her liking.
Still, it wouldn’t do to get on the official’s bad side this early in the match so she stopped pushing, pulled her hands back and stepped away without so much as a-- Kristy flicked out her right hand and CRAAACKED Chloe across the cheek with the Bytch Slap she’d been itching to unleash from the moment Avril Lavigne polluted the speakers. “Get the message, short stuff?” Sanders cooed. “You’re not big, strong or fast enough to be anything more than a pretty pink grease spot on the--”
CRAAACK!
Outright THUNDEROUS applause when Chloe tagged Kristy with a stiff receipt for the previous disrespect. Even more satisfying, Fields hooked her arms over the top ropes, hopped into the air and pistoned both feet into Sanders’s chest as hard as she could. Kristy didn’t go down but she reeled to mid-ring and almost tripped on her own feet more than once. Sucking in a deep breath, the infuriated brunette raked a hand through her hair and growled, “Huh. No one told me you’re tired of living.”
“Tired of your mouth, Kristy!” Chloe snapped right back. “So either shut it and wrestle or get ready to have it smacked off your fat fa--”
Kristy must’ve been ready to wrestle because she charged the corner with a Clothesline at the ready. Too bad Fields slipped over the second strand to the apron and grabbed the top rope in both hands. With Sanders still a little ways out she dropped straight back, effectively turning herself upside down to smack her right shin into her would be attacker’s mug.
PENDULUM KICK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=jtPcrJz62TE
Sanders bounced back with a hand pressed to her forehead, meaning she didn’t see it when Chloe righted herself and ended up out on the apron. Rubber-coated steel in both hands, Straw Beary’s favorite wrestler leapt onto the top rope, paused there long enough to wave to the front row, then leapt out into the void. Throwing herself into a smooth spin, Fields THWHACKED her right heel into Kristy’s noggin and earned another rousing round of applause when the leopard-print loving battler hit the deck.
STRAWBERRY SWIRL:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=BkFinWz8TlM
Beaming a mixture of pleasure and surprise, Chloe scrambled over to the flattened brunette and threw herself across Kristy’s chest. Immediately thereafter she hooked the far leg and leaaaaaaaaaned back, using every bit of her hundred and nine pounds to keep Sanders Part Deux down for the…
ONE!
TWO!!
Kristy shoved the Upstart away at ‘TWO’ a forceful reminder that it was going to take more than a lucky shot to take her down. Resting on her knees after the escape, Sanders grunted, “You sneaky little shyt, you have no idea who you’re messing with do GUUUURRHHHK!”
Chloe threw herself into a handstand off Kristy’s left side and in doing so snaked her slender stems around the former IC champ’s neck. Soon as her ankles were locked she pulled both hands away and twisted hard onto her back, an abrupt shift that THWHONKED the crown of Kristy’s skull into the canvas. The Black Sheep bounced up and flopped over onto her back, looking that much more ready for a shockingly early dismissal when Fields dove across her chest and bundled up both legs for the…
HEADSCISSOR DDT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ddz0ABtGWgM
ONE!
TWO!!
And Kylie’s hardbody cousin kicked free of the dimpled fairy’s pin attempt.
Rolling to her side, Sanders’ eyes clearly showed the results of Fields’ success, the dark brown peepers glassy, her jaw slack.
With the crowd chanting her name, the adorable redhead popped to her feet and couldn’t stop herself from an energetic front flip that she landed without a hint of effort. Turning to the still grounded Kristy, she snatched a wrist and gleefully tugged a balking Kristy to her feet like she’s helping her best friend.
Chloe traded her grip for a double-handed one around Sanders’ noggin. She pulled the brunette’s braincase close and gave her forehead a smooch, leaving a rosy lipstick mark on the Real Deal before taking a step back and grinning sweetly.
Furious, a recovering Sanders leapt at Strawberry with a wicked Clothesline that might have ripped Fields’ head clean off if she hadn’t ducked under. With the women back to back, Chloe simultaneously lifted off and reached over her right shoulder to encircle Kristy’s neck. The redhead laid out and THWAMMED the back of Sanders’ skull to the thinly-sheathed plywood with a Jumping Neckbreaker.
JUMPING NECKBREAKER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=5Zbv_-I_5d8
The doe-eyed grappler spun up to all fours and enjoyed the sight of Kristy cradling her aching noggin, boot soles pattering the mat like a drum.
“If I’m a puffball,” Chloe related to the battered Sanders. “I’m a darn tough one.”
The Kinetic Cutie scrambled to her feet rather than going for the pin. She snatched another wrist, but this time pulled a splattered Minnesota Mauler close to the nearest corner. With the leopard-print clad Sanders situated, the bubbly redhead rose up the corner, her back to the mat. Taking a quick look over her shoulder to make sure her landing pad was still in place, Chloe set herself on the top rope like a tawny-skinned froggie and launched her legs high, only letting her grips on the ropes go when her back end descended toward Kristy’s chest and she THUMPED her pert little behind into the bosom of Sanders with her signature Diving Teddy Bear.
DIVING TEDDY BEAR:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=-y-ByPIp4cI
Chloe stayed seated atop the chest of her foe, Kristy unmoving for…
ONE!
TWO!!
And Sanders’ shoulders didn’t move before three, but her right hand did reach for the ropes, grasping it in time to save her.
The FAWNatics groaned as one, realizing a big fish for Chloe to put in her boat had slipped off the line. For her part, Strawberry seemed less concerned. She hopped off the grunting Kristy’s chest and sprinted to her corner down the length of the ropes where she gave Straw Beary a pat between his pink ears.
Climbing to the top, above her beloved bear, Chloe turned and set herself in a crouch, waiting for the Real Deal to rise.
With the roll the former Cirque de Soleil performer had been on, it took a while for the dark-haired hardbody to climb her way to vertical even with the help of the ropes. Still bewildered, Kristy turned and stumbled out of her corner no more than three steps before the Kinetic Cutie leapt into a Missile Dropkick that was played more for distance than height.
And to the fans’ joy, the flyweight covered it in impressive fashion, delivering the ordinance to Kristy’s chest with enough force to sends Sanders flying, backward somersaulting to her chest. Perhaps out of instinct, Chloe kipped to her feet, but quickly settled back down next to the shellshocked Sanders. The redhead shoveled Kristy to her back and spread her tender frame across the Mauler in a Lateral Press, hooking a leg for…
ONE!
TWO!!
THRNOOO!!!
The increasingly disoriented Sanders kept her match life intact, if barely, lifting a shoulder inches off the canvas. Weakly, she shoved at the Pink Flash and Fields used the impetus to hop to her feet. The doe-eyed grappler couldn’t help herself from playing to the roaring crowd though she turned in plenty of time to sprint toward a risen Kristy.
Sanders tried to halt the rolling pink snowball, dipping and lifting Chloe off the deck when Strawberry reached her, but Fields whipped around the chest of the Real Deal, ending strapped to the brunette’s back with a Scissors around Sanders’ head and a wrenching two-hand grip on an arm, Chloe capturing the beleaguered Kristy in a Christo.
CHRISTO:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ro1CoTwUB68
A beaming Chloe applied the torturous maneuver with gusto, Kristy staggering to remain vertical, the zebra asking if she wanted to give in. But the trademark Sanders’ pride both she and Kylie exhibited wouldn’t allow it and the dark-maned hardbody kept her legs long enough to back to a corner and throw both women into the buckles, Chloe sandwiched in between.
The chirpy ‘ooof’ of Fields was worrying to the FAWNatics and the sound grew louder as Kristy repeated the process a second and third time, finally forcing Strawberry to give up her submission and slide down Kristy’s back.
Relieved of her burden and with Chloe stuck behind her, Kristy turned, dropped the crown of her head under Chloe’s chin and chugged away with a torrent of left-rights into the pert chest and trembling tawny tummy of the Upstart, Fields’ girly grunts filling the air with each impaling slug of her flat but relenting belly.
With Chloe’s dark eyes bulging, her smile finally removed, Kristy relented on the fisticuffs and dipped to slip her arms under Fields’ thin if sinewy thighs, popping the redhead to a seat on the top buckle. Sanders absolutely blasted Chloe’s chin with a European Uppercut, snapping the Upstart’s noggin back in whiplash fashion.
With the blow leaving Chloe’s head on a bobble, Kristin turned, placed her head in Fields’ crotch and wrapped her arms around Strawberry’s legs once more. Capturing the rocked Upstart, Sanders’ moved one of them from a leg to around the back of Chloe’s neck. The Real Deal moved out of the corner with her fairy-like cargo fastened in place and Kylie’s cousin delivered her signature FUPV, spinning to the deck and PLANTING Fields there.
FUPV @ 00:46
www.youtube.com/watch?v=fKw3UoKJcbI
Chloe’s body seemed to explode on impact and she ended in a matchbook, seemingly stuck that way even before Kristy dropped across the back of her knees for the…
ONE!
TWO!!
THRNOOO!!!
Kristy, who genuinely believed that a pipsqueak like Strawberry Fields could barely conceive of surviving one of her biggest bombs, let alone actually find the strength to do so, shot the ref an incredulous glare in the wake of the redhead’s narrow escape. “You been stealing your girl’s pain meds again, Carpenter?” she snarked. “Because you’re counting like you’re freakin’ high.”
“I’d be a lot nicer about my counts if I were high, Kristy.” Al answered without missing a beat. If you want to get a three you’re gonna have to hold her down for three.”
Offended by the implication that she couldn’t do just that, Sanders Part Deux climbed aboard the flyweight’s waist and jabbed the tip of her nose with an index finger. “You’re in waaaaaaaaaay over your head, Lisa Frank! So stay the hell down and the hurting can stop.” To validate her statement she cupped both hands to the flattened woman’s shoulders and pressed down, holding her in a simple but effective AHW style mount for the…
ONE!
TWO!!
Chloe slipped one shoulder free of Sanders’s clutches and rolled it off the mat. “What, they don’t speak English in the Munchkin Kingdom?” Kristy snorted over the cheers of the crowd. “I said stay down!” She pressed her hands to Fields’s shoulders a second time and made a point of digging in with her nails. Already close by, the ref was quick to toll…
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The tuffest puffball in the land fought free once more and put a bit more emphasis on her freedom by shoving Kristy clear with both hands. Sanders seemed more surprised than angry at first, but it didn’t take too long for that to change, especially when the crowds started cheering for Fields even louder than before. Her smirk entirely gone now, Kristy buried both hands in Chloe’s hair and forced her to stand with far more yanks than was completely necessary. “Who the hell do you think you are?” Sanders barked at the crown of her foe’s skull. “You’re nothing! Worse than nothing! You’re a comedy act pure and simple and you think you’re going to come in here and slap ME aro--”
‘Around’ was cut off with near mechanical precision because Chloe reared back and pinked Sanders’s cheek with a brazen Witch Slap. “You think I’m a funny, huh jerk?” she muttered. “Then tell me why you aren’t smiLLLNNNNGGGGH!”
Kristy swiveled her head with another face-numbing SMACK, then crouched and hooked her right arm through Fields’s legs, all the better to muscle her up into a perfect Fireman’s Carry. Holding her squirmy bundle quite easily, the Minnesota Mauler stomped to the middle of the ring and proceeded to turn in a circle. What first looked to be useless showing off soon transformed into a far more time-tested strategy when Kristy kept turning, the pace of her revolutions growing faster and faster as she threw FAWN’s favorite produce into the centrifugal blender of her Airplane Spin. Kristy stopped on a dime but rather than dump the smaller woman to the ground she made her way to the closest corner and slung Chloe off so that the top rope on either side of the turnbuckle was angled across her chest and thighs.
“All right you bedazzled, glitter huffing piece of shyt! You wanna pretend you’re a wrestler? Then pretend to deal with this!”
The Black Sheep curled her hands into wicked claws and proceeded to raaaaaaaaake Fields’s back and glutes more’n half a dozen times before switching over to balled fists, which she thum-thum-thum-thum-thum-THUMPED all up and down the length of Chloe’s spine before she joined ‘em into a Double Axehandle and THWHUMPED it into the small of her back.
Carpenter ticked off an internal five count, then tapped Kristy’s shoulder. “All right, get her outta the corner Kristy.”
He was ready to start a count in case Sanders decided to balk, but it proved unnecessary because the brunette lowered her shoulders, got up under Chloe and hoisted her back into the Fireman’s Carry. Wheeling around in a half circle, Sanders Part Deux strutted to the center of the squared circle, where she hooked her right arm over Fields’s right thigh and grabbed the redhead’s right wrist in her left hand. “Hey. Can you idiots hear that?” Kristy called to the FAWNatics. “That’s the sound of--” She hupped Chloe from her shoulders, then snapped forward and jerked down on the tyro’s wrist to THWHUMP her spine-first against the mat with a murderously simple Arm & Legger. Chloe sat up like the canvas was electrified and didn’t so much as move until the Minnesota Mauler nudged a short kick into her cheek. Hands on her hips, Kristy looked out at the cringing audience and added, “That’s the sound of a bytch reaching her limits.”
ARM & LEGGER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=7qx-pyhRpj8
As proof thereof, Sanders raised a boot and planted it atop Fields’s chest. Arrogant and lackadaisical though it was, the pin kept Chloe flattened out, so Al swooped in and slapped the mat…
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Chloe slapped the brunette’s boot away with far much too much ‘tude for Sanders’s taste. “ARE YOU KIDDING ME?!” Kristy buried that boot in the pit of Fields’s stomach, snapped a kick into her chin, then stomped on her chest and pressed down for her second pin attempt in less than a minute. Eyes blazing, she looked over at Al and barked, “COUNT!” Mother Carpenter didn’t raise no fools, so he wasted no time in rattling off…
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Chloe escaped again and rolled onto all fours, a natural show of resistance that provoked an unnatural level of rage in her opposition. “Oooooooh, that is IT! YOU ARE FAHKING DONE! YOU HEAR ME? DONE!” Gripped by a deep red rage, Kristy kicked Chloe onto her stomach, then bent down, grabbed a double handful of hair and jerked her to all fours in a single spasmodic motion. Immediately thereafter she pulled the redhead’s noggin between her thighs and wrapped both arms around Fields’s slim waist. Still fuming, she dipped her knees and hoisted the Kinetic Cutie up onto her shoulders. Chloe hadn’t even reached the apex of her upswing when Sanders snapped her back the way she came and dropped to her backside to THAWHAM the smaller battler into the mat with a brutal Sit-Out Powerbomb. Chloe bounced through the aftershocks but they weren’t enough to slip her loose of the brunette’s clutches. Scooting forward to apply more of her weight to Fields’s upturned haunches, Kristy also laid her heels over the lightweights biceps to keep her down for the…
SIT-OUT POWERBOMB:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=UJizYnN4kUA
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Strawberry smacked her legs closed around Sanders’s head, an improvised Bell Ringer that broke her tormentor’s cover at the last possible second. Kristy scrambled back, sprang to her feet and roared a mixture of fury and frustration. Too overwhelmed with incredulity to unleash an actual follow up, the Black Sheep stalked a circle around the splattered redhead and very well might’ve pounced on Al if the ref hadn’t made a beeline for the nearest corner. Slowly but surely coming back to herself, Kristy stopped at Chloe’s feet and leaned down to deliver this ominous proclamation. “You better hope that bear is a trained medic, bytch. Because he’s the only one close enough to save OOOOFFFFHHH!”
Chloe rocked back onto her shoulders, kicked both legs up and locked them around Sanders’s neck. Then she pushed up and swung forward to land on her tummy, an abrupt shift that flipped Kristy onto her back, Headscissors style.
KIP-UP HEADSCISSORS:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=H7odo2JwPIQ
Sanders rolled through the landing and twisted around on one knee to draw a bead on the dead chick walkin’. Only Chloe wasn’t walking, she was racing straight for the penitent brunette. Taking flight from a little ways out, she ‘smecked’ those dangerous legs around Sanders’s neck and twisted her down with an abbreviated Tilt-a-Whirl Headscissors that TONKED Kristy’s forehead into the thinly-sheathed plywood.
HEADSCISSORS ON A KNEELING OPPONENT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=drWQqgtBzig
Kristy bounced onto her back, then slopped to one side and clambered to her feet as Fields did the same. Furious all over again, she exploded forward with a Clothesline at the ready only to slam on the brakes when the redhead avoided it with a beautiful tumble. Chloe popped up a short distance from the ropes and actually had the temerity to blow a kiss at the former champ, which brought Kristy forward in another headlong charge. The Kinetic Cutie pirouetted away at the last instant, leaving Sanders Part Deux to bounce outta the strands and stumble to a stop several paces later. As of yet unaware that Fields had hit the ropes as well, Kristy turned just in time to see Strawberry leap up and fly by on the left. Snatching Kristy’s head as she passed, Chloe came down on her right hip, thus THWHAMMING the taller battler down on her face, chest and belly with a top notch Ace Crusher.
ACE CRUSHER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=7wK1tjvJuPA
Sanders’s skull THUMPED against the canvas, the leopard-print-clad brunette bouncing up to her knees, eyes vacant and head bobbling until Kristy collapsed face-first to the canvas. The crowd roars in anticipation and Chloe was quick to shove the splayed carcass of Kristy to her back, Sanders flopping into a wide spreadeagle.
Fields covered in a Lateral Press, hooking the far leg of the Real Deal and waited for confirmation of a HUGE win for the Upstart.
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Again, the Kinetic Cutie was denied the all-important victory, Kristy shoving a shoulder up with less than a second to spare. Even Straw Beary was showing a hint of frustration at Kristy’s ability to use what apparently were nine lives.
The redhead, on her knees, was torn on which way to go, for a moment turning to Beary for silent advice. It seemed to come when Sanders turned to her chest and began to rise toward all fours. Instantly, Chloe leapt to her foe, grasping Kristy’s right arm, twisting the limb violently as she set herself perpendicular to the Black Sheep, securing a surprisingly nasty Fujiwara Armbar.
FUJIWARA ARMBAR:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=ODcthj539bY
Kristy flails to life, the electricity of pain flooding her senses as Fields worked the trapped shoulder. Without direction from the redhead, the ref dropped in front of Sanders’s face and asked Kristy if she wanted to surrender. Sanders took a swipe at the man with her free arm, a gesture the official rightly took as a ‘no’.
Her smile turned to a grimace of effort, the Upstart worked the Armbar for another half dozen seconds before her hardbody foe was able get her opposite shoulder pointed to the canvas and Sanders barrel rolled out of the predicament, Chloe releasing before she could be pulled into a Small Package.
Fields popped to her feet and led the FAWNatics in a rhythmic clap that soon echoed through the arena. Strawberry slid through the ropes to lead her Upstart followers before turning back to the ring and grabbing the top rope. During the cheering, the Minnesota Mauler struggled to her feet, cradling her aching limb. She spun, searching for her increasingly confident opponent.
When the pained Sanders finally turned in Chloe’s direction, the redhead launched, landing on the uppermost cable, then springboarding off the strand into a Crossbody aimed at Kristy’s chest.
But when the flyweight’s frame thumped into the dark-haired robobabe, Kristy used her superior strength to receive Strawberry into her arms while keeping her feet rooted to the mat. Sanders grimaced in pain from her still aching arm but the wide-eyed wriggling of Fields couldn’t get her free from the curling limbs of Sanders.
Showing yet more of what might be the best power game in the lightweight division, Kristy laid out and sent Chloe flying with a Fallaway slam, Strawberry sent in a barrel rolling flight to the canvas, her slight frame CRASHING into the deck.
FALLAWAY SLAM:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=BXEPe2OC44s
The Kinetic Cutie spasmed in pain, her spine curling into an arch in response, a hand moving to the base of her spine after the impact. Meanwhile, her features still twisted in pain from the Armbar, Sanders pushed through the ache, getting to her feet and tracking down the dimpled redhead.
The brunette rolled her aching left shoulder as she moved to her foe, then grabbed the wincing Chloe by her cherry-red locks. She yanked Fields to her feet, Strawberry yipping as her scalp was tested. Kristy dipped and pulled the smaller grappler into her arms, wrapping the limbs around her foe’s tawny midriff. Kylie’s cousin cinched them tight.
“Try to rip my arm out?” Sanders growled. “Well, I’m going to move your internal organs.”
Kristy drew a breathy grunt from the constricted Chloe, her dimpled cheeks pushing out a huge exhale as Sanders crushed her tummy in the grizzliest of Bear Hugs. The tips of Strawberry’s boots stretched for the canvas but came up just short.
“Uhhh…uhhh,” Chloe chirped, trying unsuccessfully to pry her way free from a very unwanted snuggle.
But Fields learned not to hope for release too much, for after the angered Sanders gave her redheaded ragdoll a series of violent shakes, she lifted the Upstart a few inches higher and dropped to one knee, sending Chloe’s crotch CRASHING atop bended knee.
The Inverted Atomic Drop sent Fields vaulting into the air from the impact, most in the front rows grimacing in sympathy pain. She landed with toes pointed inwards, knees knocking, hands buried at the juncture of her thighs, her lower lip wibbling.
Sanders slipped in behind the debilitated Fields. She turned back to back and locked one elbow then the other with the whimpering, teary-eyed Chloe. Kristy used her power game to vault Strawberry off the deck by leaning forward, the Upstart ending strapped across Sanders’ back. Carefully and successfully, the Real Deal shifted to her right, Chloe’s left, giving up the locked elbows to send one arm across Fields’ chest.
The FAWNatics knew what’s in store as did a bug-eyed, be-dimpled Chloe and the joy of her early match success was fading to memory when Kristy threw her weight backward and sent Strawberry to a face and chest-first, mat-thumping collision with the canvas courtesy the Twin Cities Tumbler.
TWIN CITIES TUMBLER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=zUnS9XJdtxo
A glassy-eyed Fields rolled to her back and ended in a wide starfish, all but out from Sanders’ signature. Kristy sat next to the dispatched Upstart, raising a hand high. Wearily, she flopped to the splayed Chloe, draping an arm across her foe’s pert chest as she laid facedown next to Fields for the...
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The pin wasn’t the strongest but it hadn’t seemed necessary. Fields proved differently, rolling a shoulder off the canvas, spinning to her chest, and dragging herself along the canvas like a drowsy, tawny-skinned snake trying to reach the ropes and maybe sneak under for a break.
Sanders shook her head in disbelief, cursing herself as much as the stubborn Upstart. But she didn’t allow the slithering Strawberry to go too far. Not wanting Fields to take a breather, Kristy grabbed an ankle while still kneeling and draaaaaaaged Chloe slowly to center stage .
The Upstart flipped to her back when Kristy rose to vertical, trying to shake Sanders off, but it proved a serious mistake when the Real Deal twisted her way around the captured stem, kneeling atop it as she locked her legs with Chloe’s then rolled through to a grapevining leglock. As the anxiety-ridden peepers of Fields bulged, Kristy reached for the finishing touch, a back breaking Crossface that would surely snap the slender “puffball” in two.
With her hands planted against the canvas, Chloe had no means of fighting off Kristy’s hands, so she tucked her chin against her chest as tight as she could. It worked for all of a few seconds. Then Sanders lost her temper and THWHACKED a Forearm into the back of her quarry’s skull. “Gimme your chin, punk!” she demanded. “Don’t make me ask twice!”
“Lemme go!” Fields snapped right back. “Don’t make me TELL you twice!”
Several fans in the front row heard the retort and laughed heartily, the sound of which did nothing for the Black Sheep’s already foul mood. To alleviate it she grabbed a double handful of hair and craaaaaaaaaaaanked Chloe’s head so far back she could look straight down into the redhead’s face. “I said give me your chin, bytch.” she said coldly.
“Grrrrggghhh…. take it… if you can…. jerk.” Fields answered through gritted teeth.
The hair-hold wasn’t legal (as Carpenter quickly pointed out) but it had exposed Chloe’s chin quite wonderfully, so Sanders Part Deux halved her grip, reached around and-- let out a bloodcurdling shriek when Fields sank her teeth into the soft flesh between her attacker’s thumb and forefinger! Utterly shocked by the catty display from the Upstart, Kristy didn’t even think to slap at Chloe’s head with her free hand for a good five seconds and by then the ref was after both of them to knock that illegal shyt off.
Sanders eventually wrenched her hand loose of the smaller woman’s maw, however all thoughts of completing the STF had fled when Fields started chowing down. Viewing the world through a haze redder than Chloe’s hair, she palmed the tramp’s head in both hands and THWHUNKED it against the canvas like a basketball. Strawberry bounced and buried her face in both hands, the once frenetic fighter little more than breathing furniture as Sanders disengaged the Grapevine and quickly wrapped both arms around Fields’s upper thighs. Once Chloe’s crotch was wedged firmly against her tummy, Kristy stood up and tugged, effectively hoisting the prone woman into a near headstand. “Let’s see you flip your skinny ass out of this, Tinkerbell.” No reply from the redhead so the Minnesota Mauler dipped her knees and hoisted her prey up, over and down with a high, unpleasant bridge that ended with Chloe THWHAMMING spine-first against the mat.
WHEELBARROW SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=vY3xq2kPdgc
Patently uninterested in ending this massacre until Chloe Fields was a pretty pink grease spot on the canvas, Kristy rolled to one knee, grabbed a handful of hair and slowly forced the battle-weary flyweight to verticality. A basic Wristlock led to an equally simple Irish Whip that put Fields in the corner and in perfect position when the former IC champion rushed in with a murderous Clothesline that robbed the recipient of both oxygen and her vertical base. The loss of the latter would’ve meant a swift drop to Stink Facing territory if Sanders hadn’t lowered a shoulder and stuffed it into the pit of Chloe’s stomach. Wrapping her up about the thighs, Kristy muscled her into place on the top turnbuckle, then mounted the second rope.
“I’ve finally come to a decision.” Kristy’d taken Chloe’s chin between thumb and forefinger and tilted her head back, thus forcing eye contact as she made her devastating pronouncement. “I’m not going to feed you to the bear or vice versa. I’m going to take him with me. The poor pink yutz deserves to be associated with someone that isn’t a total loseEERRGGH!”
Fields belted a lighting quick Forearm Smash across the taller woman’s face, then grabbed a double handful of hair and jerked her down into no less than half a dozen jarring buckle-on-face collisions. “NO ONE (BWUNG!) TAKES (BWUNG!) MY (BWUNG!) BEAR (BWUNG!) YOU (BWUNG!) BIG (BWUNG!) JERK!”
Quite oblivious to the fact that the FAWNatics were on their feet, Chloe put both hands against the small of her foe’s back and used them to keep her balance as she got to her feet. From there she hopped onto Sanders’s upper back and curled both legs under the brunette’s biceps. Arms spread wide, Fields snapped forward and tucked in tight, using every bit of her almost hundred and ten pounds to send Kristy plummeting to the canvas courtesy of the Avalanche Yoshi Tonic she called the Strawberry Smoothie.
STAWBERRY SMOOTHIE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=JvxxR2k9gqc
The Black Sheep THWHAMMED down flush on the back of her head and shoulders and Chloe would’ve gone for a pin if her foe hadn’t rolled through a boneless somersault and clambered to her feet.
Too shocked to be disappointed, Chloe popped up and raced the brunette down in the span between heartbeats. Kristy saw about three of her coming through the fog and opened her arms, meaning to snatch the Sporty Sprite in a Gutwrench. This proved a catastrophic miscalculation as Chloe leapt and used the very beginnings of it to twist herself upside down and ‘smeck’ both legs around Sanders’s noggin. Twisting around and under Kristy’s left arm like she was going for a garden variety Tilt-A-Whirl Headscissors, the tiny redhead swung around Sanders’s back and slapped on a Waistlock at the exact same time she adjusted her Headscissors. Suddenly her feet were in front of Kristy’s head instead of behind it and then the whole world went topsy turvy because Chloe popped her hips so hard she flipped forward into a landing on her tush. Kristy was flipped too, albeit far more unpleasantly as she THWONKED down on the crown of her skull. Planted like a tent-peg by the rarely seen Fields Day, the leopard-print loving lass tumbled onto her stomach and didn’t even groan when a wide-eyed Chloe shoveled her onto her back. Of course that didn’t stop the Kinetic Cutie from hooking both legs and folding her like she might kick out well before the…
FIELDS DAY @ 00:41
www.youtube.com/watch?v=QlRwU2Uu4cc
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An incredulous but grinning Al Carpenter threw a signal to the Timekeeper, who clanged the bell half a dozen more times than usual to make sure it sounded over the cacophony of the FAWNatics. Likewise, the Announcer almost had to shout his confirmation. “LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, YOUR WINNER VIA PIN-FALL IS CHLOE ‘STRAWBERRY’ FIELDS!’
Chloe released her grip on Kristy and popped to her feet while Sanders Part Deux dropped limply back to horizontal, refuting any thoughts the Real Deal might have been close to kicking free again.
Fields enthusiastically raced to Straw Beary and picked up her pink, stuffed companion before heading to the nearest buckles and climbing up. She raised Beary high and waved his paw for him then turned him to face Chloe and gave the BFF a Bear Hug.
Strawberry dropped to the canvas, beaming, her dimple flaring enough to force an “AWWW’ from many of the assembled. The former Cirque de Soleil star front flipped with Beary in hand, landing smartly next to the groaning Sanders.
“Puffball…my…my…butt,” Chloe giggled, walking across the midriff of the still splayed Kristy, drawing a breathy grunt from the brunette. She turned a glance over her shoulder to Kristy, the dark-maned hardbody cradling her head with one arm and wrapping her tummy with the other.
“And tell all the other meanies, I’m just starting. Because pink and gold look great together and I mean to prove it.”
Chloe moved to the ropes, grabbed the top with one hand, and vaulted to the other side of the apron, quickly dropping to the floor below and taking a tour around the ring, both she and Straw Beary slapping paws with the front row before heading up the ramp, a beautiful and, to this date, rare happy ending for the redhead.
