Post by alyadmirer on Aug 21, 2015 1:12:13 GMT
Feeling a little guilty about the information relayed on his cards, the Ring Announcer tucked his notes away and said, “Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is a handicap match scheduled for one fall with a twenty minute time limit! Introducing first, weighing in at a combined two hundred and seventy one pounds. This is Lucy Harker and Mina Murray. Alone they are better than you could ever hope to be, together THEY… ARE… SCANDALOUS!”
Cage the Elephant twanged to life and the Orlando faithful leapt outta their seats to properly denigrate FAWN’s resident tabloid terrors. Smirking even before they stepped through the curtain, Harker and Murray each kissed their fingertips pageant style, then raised ’em to the rafters to better salute the Sheeple.
LUCY HARKER:
MINA MURRAY:
For tonight‘s round of officially sanctioned athletic homicide, Lucy and Mina wore heartstoppin’ fightin’ one-pieces adorned with high cut hips, a plunging neckline and a light dusting of silver glitter -- Lucy’s was a deep threatening blue with matching white pads and boots while Mina’s was gleaming white, her boots and pads coordinated to match Harker’s togs.
Delighted to tease the mouth-breathers and knuckle-draggers with a tantalizing glimpse of what they could never even touch, let alone possess, Scandalous started down the aisle in a hip-swiveling lockstep that managed to silence the ire of even their staunchest detractors, at least for the time it took them to pass by. When they reached the base of the aisle Harker hopped onto the apron, then turned around to face her partner without sparing anyone else so much as a glance.
Basking in the moment when all eyes turned in her direction, Mina exploded into a bounding run and dove between Lucy’s legs before popping to her feet in the center of the squared circle. Arms stretched over the top strand, Lucy dipped her hips and tumbled backward, rolling herself into the ring. She landed just in front of Mina and tilted her head back. For a moment they were the biggest babyfaces on the roster as those assembled urged them to ’JUST KISS, DAMMIT!’ but no, Scandalous drew out the tease for another night as they rolled their eyes and rewarded the trogolodytes with a pair of ‘you should be so lucky’ smirks. With no particular urge to head to a corner just yet, Lucy and Mina strutted around the center of the ring and tormented / tantalized the ringside fans with promises of what they planned to do to the woman waiting on the other side of the curtain.
“And her opponent… Hailing from Charlotte, North Carolina… She stands five feet seven inches tall and weighs in tonight at..." His tone shifted, suggesting that the next few words were ones that he has been instructed to say, rather than those he would elect to employ himself. "one hundred and twenty sinfully delicious pounds... CYYYNNNTTTHHHIIIAAA MIIITTTCCCHHHEEELLLLLL!"
Ordinarily, those words were enough to swiftly transform the crowd’s cheers into raucous jeers--but the crowd hadn’t exactly been cheering for the two women currently in the ring, and ANY woman daring to stand against them, ESPECIALLY on her own, the FAWNatics felt deserved their respect. The speakers at the top of the ramp spat a burst of squall, kicking into the opening of Skye Sweetnam’s “Babydoll Gone Wrong”.
”BABYDOLL GONE WRONG”:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=G9hHdx8OG7E
CYNTHIA MITCHELL:
All eyes in the FAWN arena shifted to the stage and within heartbeats, Cynthia Mitchell, former Tag, Lightweight, World champion and all round ice cold bytch goddess brushed through the curtains. And still, the FAWNatics by and large cheered her arrival, the slender brunette left slightly at a loss. But she didn’t linger more than a few seconds before heading down to the ring with a sassy ‘avert your gaze, mortals!’ swish in her step--again, a demeanor normally met with derision, but tonight with approval.
For tonight’s contest, it appeared that Mitchell was clad in her now standard ‘one-piece’--said outfit a deep purple number with a plunging V neckline that goes all the way to her navel and a back that might qualify as a thong if you were feeling generous. However, there was a tiny sense of mystery about the Cyn-Ful One’s sartorial choices, thanks to the T-shirt that extended down to just above where her thighs curved into her glutes. That shirt was white, with a light red circle in the middle faintly emblazoned with the Stars and Bars of her southern heritage. Inside the circle were two crossed roses, their buds also sporting the rebel emblem, albeit in a much more prominent manner.
And written above all this was the script: “SOUTHERN GIRL: WHO NEEDS BIG BOOBS WHEN YOU GOT A BUTT LIKE MINE?”
CYNTHIA’S T-SHIRT:
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While the Cyn-Ful One had long been known to shun contact with the subhumanoids, that had never convinced the FAWNatics to stop reaching out their hands along the railing. The first such hand extended her way prompted Mitchell to stop and stare... and then, perhaps to no one’s bigger amazement than herself, Cynthia gave that palm a tentative slap.
Suddenly, a lot more fans were cheering the Terrible Tar Heel, and Mitchell slapped a few more occasional hands until reaching the end of the aisle. At which point, Cynthia ascended the steel steps and waited on the apron until the referee came over and held the ropes open to allow her proper passage.
Once the official took a seat on the middle rope, Mitchell slipped a leg into the ring, then pulled her torso through the strands in an agonizingly slow movement—well, agonizing for those straight males and not-so-straight females in the audience with a heart condition, at least. With Mitchell finally on the other side of the ropes, the FAWNatics grew even more appreciative when Mitchell peeled the tee up her torso, revealing the rest of her usual battle togs for the first time tonight. Cynthia held the garment above the mat for a moment... and then, instead of dropping it, the Cyn-Ful One just...
... well, just LOOKED at it.
Finally, tentatively, Mitchell balled the shirt in her hand, raising it upward. And when the crowd continued to cheer, she SLUNG the shirt into a sudden sea of hands.
Cynthia hadn’t bothered to go to her corner, electing instead to post up in the center of the ring with the idea of denying Scandalous the ability to cut her off. Sound strategy, but not without risk of its own as it meant she was already that much closer to the duo who’d been screwing with her life these last few months. Said duo was still in the far corner with their heads together, hair hanging in just such a way that it *looked* like they weren’t keeping an eye on the Cyn-Ful One, which meant that they were absolutely keeping an eye on the Cyn-Ful One.
In no mood to let either of those bytches dictate pace, Cynthia clapped briskly and called, “Anytime you’re ready, tramps! Doesn’t matter which comes first, you’re both gonna get stamped.”
Harker and Murray turned to regard her with identical smiles that reminded Mitchell of the Siamese Cats in Lady & the Tramp. “Here that Mina, dear?” Lucy said just loud enough for Cynthia to hear. “The poor dear already wants it to be over.”
“Yes.” Mina answered with the smallest of smiles. “She’s like a cow building up a head of steam to dive down the chute at the slaughterhouse.”
Mitchell made a point of rolling her eyes. “Save the barnyard comparisons for the mice, pig thighs.” she snarked at the blonde. “And hoof your way on out here before I decide to come over there and get you.”
The ref echoed a similar statement (in nicer language) but Harker kept her eyes locked on Cynthia. “I very much hope you find it in yourself to attempt such a feat.” She bent double and slipped out onto the apron before straightening up. “What a glorious time we’ll have.”
Mitchell paid her no notice, she’d honed in on Mina the instant her partner exited the ring. “Glad it’s you.” Cyn backed up a little bit as the blonde closed in, she knew from personal experience that Murray could move like lightning when she was of the mind. “I’ve been waiting to pay you back for that Super Kick.”
The icy blonde lifted her fists to just below shoulder level and started to circle. “No need to pay it back dear, the interest alone would cripple NNNGGGGHHH!”
Mitchell shot in, CLIPPED a Bytch Slap off Mina’s mouth and darted out of range before the blonde’s hair finished flying. “Consider that the first of many, MANY down payments.” Cyn said over the happy roar of the crowd.
Mina brushed a thumb against the side of her mouth, tasted no blood and sighed ever so softly. “Oh, sweetness…. you’re going to floss with that whorish outfit of yours before the night is over.”
Cyn raised her hands and beckoned Murray to the dance. “Bring it the f*ck on, buttercup. I’ve weathered nastier scandals than yoGFHHH!”
Mina pounced with her hands extended, practically stiff-arming her foe en route to securing the Collar & Elbow Tie-Up. Twisting her hips immediately, Murray spun them both in a half circle and plowed toward the Scandalous corner. Deathly aware that this was no time for niceties, Cyn jerked one hand away from Mina’s shoulder and slashed it across her eyes.
This brought a hiss from Mina, a snarl from Lucy and a warning from referee Craig Long, all of which the brunette ignored. Raking Murray’s face a second time for good measure, Mitchell snatched hold of opposing wrist, then dipped around and behind to fold it between the Californian’s shoulders in a Hammerlock. “That’s right, up on your toes, doggie!” Cynthia taunted as she used the joint-lock to make Murray mince around on tiptoe.
Mina snarled and fired an elbow over her shoulder, but the middle Mitchell pulled her head clear and clouted the other woman across the back of her head with a Forearm Smash as punishment. Aware that everything in this match would be a calculated risk, Cyn grabbed Mina by the scruff of the neck and rushed straight for the Scandalous corner.
Harker guessed what the brunette had planned and hopped off the apron to prevent a collision with her partner, so Mitchell adjusted on the fly and tossed Murray into the top turnbuckle shoulder-first. Mina BWUUUNGED hard enough to pinball her out of the corner but she was still very much on her feet, so Cynthia unleashed the dirtiest trick she could think of. She dropped to one knee, hooked an arm between the blonde’s stems and pulled her over and down onto her shoulders with the Roll Up Of Doom!
Stunned by this development, the ref was nonetheless quick to swoop in and count…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
Mina bucked loose, somersaulted over and popped to boot leather with murder in her eyes. The Cyn-Ful One was already halfway across the ring and grinning from ear to ear. “THAT CLOSE, BEEYOTCH!” she exclaimed while holding her index finger and thumb a hair’s breadth apart. “How scandalous would THAT have OOOWW!”
Had Cynthia thought Mina was fast? She didn’t know the half of it.
One second the blonde was near her corner. The next she was practically within kissing distance and spanking a crisp little kick against her opponent’s left thigh. Mitchell yelped, hopped back and ate two more kicks, both landing with pinpoint accuracy on the same part of her thigh. A bit too startled to backpedal. Cyn braced on her right foot and raised her left knee, thus presenting her shin as a target in place of her thigh. This worked wonderfully for the single heartbeat it took Murray to shift legs and CRAAACK a kick against Mitchell’s right flank.
“AAAAAAH BYTCH!” Cynthia cried out and staggered back, the usually surefooted grappler momentarily off balance as Murray hacked away at her legs. “Knock it off, this isn’t kickboxiNNGGEERRGGHHH!”
The Cyn-Ful One’s protest came to naught as Mina rushed in and caught her in another Collar & Elbow Tie-Up. Rather than immediately march the brunette to the Scandalous corner, Murray grabbed a double handful of hair and treated her to a few good yanks, then swung around behind and trapped the former World Champion’s arms over her head in a Full Nelson.
“Eyes down, uggo.” Mina commanded in the midst of forcing Cynthia’s chin into her own cleavage. “I don’t need you adding your gross to this miserable mob.”
“Oh, go f*ck yourselFERRGGGHH!”
Murray stepped away, balanced on her left foot and THWHUMPED her right knee into the curve of Mitchell’s right glute. “I said no talking while I’m working your fat ass!” Mina’s tone was all business now as she proceeded to work Mitchell’s tush like a heavy bag that owed her money. First a few with the right knee, then a few with the left, her pace simultaneously painful and monotonous enough to have the FAWNatics cringing in anticipation of every booty-spiking blast.
Fighting hard to keep her legs from trembling, Cynthia squirmed and wriggled against the Nelson until THERE! The Terrible Tar Heel filled her hands with the Scandalous woman’s golden locks. “Leggo or I’ll rip it out by the roots!” Mitchell demanded even as Murray pounded away at her buns.
Neither the ref nor Mina seemed inclined to allow her to carry out that threat, indeed the former was getting quite insistent that she release the hold. But the brunette hadn’t heard a count yet, so she STAMPED ON Murray’s toes for good measure, then lurched sideways until she was pressed against the ropes. “GET HER OFF!” Cyn bellowed the instant she’d hooked a leg over the bottom strand. “I’M IN THE ROPES SOWHOOOAAAAHHHH!”
Mina tore her away from sanctuary, trudged to the center of the ring, then dropped her hips and peeled off a flawless bridge that THWHUMPED Mitchell down flush on the base of her head and shoulders. Folded in half by the perfect Dragon Suplex, Cynthia could only kick her legs as the ref counted….
DRAGON SUPLEX HOLD:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=YqkWnB4MzXg
ONE…
TWO…
Mitchell bucked loose and ended up sprawled out on her belly. Arms swaddled to the back of her head, Cyn took a deep breath and pushed to one knee. Any relief she felt at the respite disintegrated when she heard the crisp ‘SLAP!’ of palm against palm from the Scandalous corner.
That sound was one she couldn’t afford to hear too many times tonight. Lucy Harker and Mina Murray were a challenging enough tandem to defeat with the aide of a partner--if they could keep themselves refreshed by constantly tagging in and out while Cynthia had no opportunity to rest...
The Cyn-Ful One struggled back to her feet--thankfully for her, Lucy did not appear to be in much of a hurry to press the Scandalous advantage, instead casually sauntering toward their outnumbered opposition. Mitchell turned around, shaking a few cobwebs out of her head as she slung a balled right fist toward Harker’s temple...
... but the woman who had held three-quarters of FAWN’s championship Grand Slam was still feeling the effects of Mina’s suplex, no matter how much she shook her head. That resulted in a punch that was sloppy, and ducked by the brunette fairly easily. Straightening up, Harker snatched two handfuls of hair--and then all the deliberateness of Lucy’s movements fell away. With a sudden swiftness and savageness, Harker YANKED Cynthia into a rapid trio of Kneelifts to the midsection, the Cyn-Ful One left gasping as she was spun around.
Her back now provided to her opponent, Lucy’s arms slipped under her arms, trapping Mitchell once again in a full nelson. Harker then took a page from her partner’s book--albeit not without putting her own spin on things. Popping her hips, the brunette ripped Cynthia off her feet, bridging back and DRIVING Mitchell’s head and shoulders into the canvas with her own Dragon Suplex--this one of the release variety.
RELEASE DRAGON SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=bwTlzVQToio
Unlike her partner, Lucy didn’t attempt to gain a pin-fall. Instead, noting that Mitchell had skidded to a halt near the empty corner to Mina’s left, the Scandalous beauty peeled Cynthia off the deck before shoving her back into the buckles. Bodying up against the FAWN Original as she grabbed a wrist, Harker whispered, “Cynthia, darling, we won’t think any less of you if you wanted to surrender now.” Setting her feet as she prepared the Irish whip, the brunette explained, “After all, we really COULDN’T think less of you than we already dooOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!”
Harker’s words had perhaps reignited the Cyn-Ful One’s spirit, and she reversed the whip. Barely even pausing to settle her own balance after releasing the Scandalous lass, Cynthia took off like a shot after her opponent, raising her right arm and SLAMMING a running Clothesline into Lucy’s sternum an instant after her back had smashed into the turnbuckles. The impact forced Mitchell to take a step back, but she didn’t stay off the attack for long. The Terrible Tar Heel bent forward, lowering a shoulder as she clutched the middle rope with both hands, one alongside each of Harker’s hips. She then RAMMED that shoulder into the pit of Lucy’s stomach NOT once, NOT twice, NOT three times, but FOUR! Each thrust lifted Harker a little further off her feet and forced a louder gasp past the brunette’s lips, Lucy’s tush sliding up onto the middle buckle with each blow...
When the referee was finally able to convince the Cyn-Ful One to draw back, Lucy’s boots slipped when they returned to the canvas, sending the brunette crashing to a seat on the corner. Almost instantly, Mitchell’s eyes lit up, the Terrible Tar Heel using a boot to gently kick Harker’s legs open a little wider. Still struggling to catch her breath, the Scandalous beauty managed to croak out, “Don’t... don’t you daaaaannnnnnnnmmmMMMMMMMMMMMMPPPPPPPPPHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!”
Before Harker could finish her threat, a smirking Cynthia swiveled around, thrust her hips back and SMUSHED Lucy’s head between the middle turnbuckle and her glistening glutes. Gripping the top rope, Mitchell allowed her weight to settle back, the FAWN Original using her hips to trace figure 8‘s in the air as she attempted to snuff as much fight out of Lucy as the referee would allow her to. In the Scandalous corner, Mina Murray was suitably apoplectic, both in regards to the indignities the Cyn-Ful One was heaping on her BFF AND for the official’s hesitance to act. Eventually, he stepped in and ordered Cynthia to break the hold, but instead of complying, Mitchell locked her eyes on Mina...
... and blew a kiss to the steaming blonde. And somehow, that one little gestured earned Cynthia the biggest ovation she had received from the FAWNatics in about seven years.
But the official’s count finally convinced Mitchell to step away, to leave a greasy-faced, panting Lucy in her wake. Cynthia spun quickly back toward the corner, claiming a double handful of hair in order to jerk Harker to her feet. Not releasing the brunette’s locks, the Cyn-Ful One sent Murray out of the corner with a hairmare, her foe crashing hard on her backside. Lucy let out an anguished chirp, while Cynthia swung her upper body through the ropes in a nice, fluid motion. Slipping out onto the apron, Mitchell climbed her way up to the top turnbuckle, Mina shouting warnings from her corner as Harker tried to pick herself up...
... and the warnings went for naught. Once the Scandalous brunette was on her feet, Mitchell launched from her perch, sending a knee SLAMMING into Harker’s temple with her Cynsational Sledge.
CYNSATIONAL SLEDGE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=6Zxy10PYH8E
Lucy toppled to the mat, landing in an absent spreadeagle--and Cynthia wasted NO time taking a seat atop Harker’s chest, gathering up and hooking both her legs.
ONE...
TWO...
TH...
“NYYYUUUuuuuuuuuuuuugggggghhhhhhhh...”
Before the referee’s hand could cap off potentially the upset of 2015, Mina Murray sent a knee into the back of Mitchell’s skull from behind, knocking the Cyn-Ful One from atop her partner and keeping the match going. “Out of the ring, Mina!” the ref barked, Cynthia rubbing the back of her noggin as she pushed up from her knees. Stooping down, the Terrible Tar Heel secured another handful of hair and began to haul Lucy up...
“ggyyyyYYYYYYYYYIIIIIIUUUUUUUUHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!”
Without even a hint of a warning, Harker swung an Uppercut that PERFECTLY split the Cyn-Ful One’s thighs, slamming into her nether regions. Cynthia’s eyes momentarily rolled back as her hand dropped away from Lucy’s locks, her knees slamming together as she turned away and staggered toward the ropes.
A few feet away, Mina saw this turn of events--and immediately began to argue with the zebra a little more passionately. Meanwhile, Lucy pushed up to her feet of her own accord and followed the Cyn-Ful One into the cables. When she spun the Terrible Tar Heel’s back to the ropes, most watched expected her to lace Mitchell’s arms over the top rope--but instead, Harker did something a little different.
Her eyes sparkling with rage, Lucy took a handful of Cynthia’s tresses, pulling them underneath the top rope. Cynthia let out a sharp hiss of pain, but her troubles were only beginning when Harker brought her locks back up and TIED THEM OFF around the rubber coated steel! Only THEN did the Scandalous babe force Mitchell’s wings over the cable. Not done, Lucy grabbed the middle rope, pulling up to close the strands around Mitchell’s biceps, trapping her in the ropes. She then took full advantage of the head start Mina was so helpfully providing to start blasting the Cyn-Ful One’s cheeks with open AND backhanded slaps.
Mitchell did everything in her power to twist away from the blows, but with her hands AND hair mired in the ropes, most of her defense amounted to stamping feet and a clenched jaw. The noise of the FAWNatics finally drew Craig’s attention and though his count was immediate it didn’t stop Harker from landing a whole ‘nother baker’s dozen by the time he reached ‘FOUR!’ Clearing off with raised hands, Lucy kept a straight face while the black & white undid Cynthia’s arms, but she couldn’t hide a snort when he discovered the last third of her knot.
“What the…” he looked from Lucy to Cynthia and back again. “You tied her HAIR around the rope?”
Lucy’s suppressed a smirk, albeit barely. “I have no idea what you’re talking about, Craig. It was like that when I found her, I swear.”
Eyes narrowed to hateful slots, Mitchell snarled, “You smug bytch, I’ll feed you your teeth for this.”
Lucy’s smirk was back and stronger than ever. “Sure you will. Very convincing, tuff girl. It’d sound even better if the ref wasn’t braiding your hair. Maybe he can paint your nails ne--”
The former FAWN World Champion tore loose of the ropes with a primal roar of rage. She left a hank of hair behind in the process, but that never even crossed Cyn’s mind, she was too busy deciding just what part of Lucy’s face she was going to shre--“OOFFFFFHHHHH!”
Mitchell’s headlong charge died as quickly as it began when Harker pivoted on one heel and plowed a Back Kick deep into her belly. Doubling up around the intruding extremity, Cynthia offered only token resistance when the Scandalous brunette bent over and wormed in under her right arm. Right arm crooked around the Cyn-Ful One’s midsection, Lucy straightened up after she’d snatched a handful of her foe’s waistband. In the next instant she wrenched Mitchell off the canvas by a good couple of feet and laid out flat on her tummy to THAWHAM Cyn into the canvas with an especially vitriolic Summer Fling.
SUMMER FLING:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=knsY1VxB_TU
The move rattled the ring and earned an ‘ooooohhh!’ from the crowd, but Harker didn’t even try for a pin. Indeed, her hands were in Mitchell’s hair and both women were halfway to verticality before the ref could even think about sliding into position. Quick to corral the other brunette’s noggin with a rough Side Headlock, Lucy glanced to her partner. “Ready for another round of garbage tossing, dear?”
Mina regarded Cynthia like she was anything but garbage. In truth she looked like a lioness sizing up an injured gazelle. “Whenever you’re ready, Lucy.” she answered. “There is plenty of buttery southern goodness to go around, after all.”
“Couldn’t have said it better myself.”
Lucy drilled a single stiff Kneelift into her opponent’s belly, then transitioned to a Wristlock and hurled Cyn to the Scandalous Corner with an Irish Whip. Mitchell turned into it and BWUUUNGED against the buckles hard enough to make her teeth rattle but she stayed upright without even having to throw her arms over the top rope. She was about to push off when Murray cooed, “Don’t go anywhere, puffy. We can bring the fight to you.”
“Puffy?” Cynthia’s indignation swung her toward the blonde despite the warning bells instinct clanged in her head. “You’re just begging to UUNNNNNGGGGHHHH!” Lucy charged, leapt and twisted in mid-air all so she could THWHUMP the medicine ball of her glutes into Mitchell’s chest with crushing force.
FLYING HIP PRESS @ 00:15
www.youtube.com/watch?v=E85xMLAI96g
Bounced clear of the crash by her leftover momentum, Harker took an instant to tag Mina before she went low and looped her right arm around Cyn’s waist. Her left arm across the Terrible Tar Heel’s calves secured the bundle more than enough to Lucy to hoist Mitchell up like she was little more than a duffle bag. Swinging around so that Cynthia’s prone form was facing and parallel to the ropes, Lucy inquired, “Distance ok, Meens?”
Murray, who’d moved out to the center of the apron, nodded once. “Perfect. Don’t do a thing.” Confident that her friend would respect that request, Mina grabbed the top rope in both hands and leapt onto the top rope with all the ease of a lightweight. From there she took wing a second time, both long tan stems kicking straight forward but only the right putting a shadow across Cynthia’s throat. Lucy dropped to her butt then, the brunette completing her Sidewalk Slam while Mina damned near took the former champ’s head clear off her shoulders with a Springboard Guillotine Leg Drop.
THE ART OF DOUBLE TEAMING:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=qm5xYt9PSYE
Scandalous spun to its collective knees and split in half with Harker rolling under the bottom rope and Murray rising to her full five foot seven. Poor Craig Long had once again been duped into getting into position to count a pin that didn’t come and he quickly got to his feet. “I appreciate the enthusiasm, but please, don’t drop to your knees until I tell you too. It‘s just unseemly.” she cooed at the sheepish official. “And as for you….” Mina plunged both hands into Cynthia’s hair with viper speed only to take her time in peeling the dazed battler off the mat. “Well you’re just hot, salty garbage.”
The beginning of a retort formed on the brunette’s lips, alas it died a quick death when Murray used the hair-hold to force her down into a Standing Headscissors. No wasted seconds now, the blonde wrapped her arms around Cyn’s waist and whipped her up onto her shoulders, the stall position for a Powerbomb. Only ‘stall’ wasn’t quite accurate because Mina immediately twisted around in a tight little circle, then slung her prey down and dropped to her tush. Cynthia THWHAMMED against the canvas-sheathed plywood, her elbows, shoulders and back taking the very worst of what the Spiral Bomb had to offer. Perhaps convinced that their rag doll had run out of fun, Mina slid forward and hooked her boots over Mitchell’s biceps to keep her flattened through…
SPIRAL BOMB:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=pBZiZW_mNqQ
ONE…
TWO….
THRNOOOO!
Cyn ‘smecked’ her thighs against the Scandalous lovely’s head to break her concentration and the cover with a half second to spare. “Oh, NOW you show some signs of life?” Murray muttered, the disgust clear in her voice. “You’re like a dead frog that only responds to shocks. Patheti-sad, really.”
“Yuuuhhhhh…. you’ll be the one twitching when my ass is on your face.” Cynthia groaned as she struggled to a slumped seat. “Ask Lucy how it felt, she seemed to like NNNNGGGGHH!”
A stiff Soccer Kick to the chest knocked Mitchell flat again, leaving her easy pickin’s for the wicked blonde. “That bag of dimples and chocolate you call an ass isn’t getting anywhere near my face.” Murray snarked once the Cyn-Ful One was once again vertical. “It will however end up several feet closer to your shoulders, so do with that as you will.”
She ended the communiqué with a brisk slap and tacked on a Forearm Smash to the tits because she totes could, ya know? This was followed by a Wristlock and an Irish Whip that sent Cynthia to the opposite ropes strictly for the purpose of reminding her she had no partner. Ok, that wasn’t entirely true. Murray did use the distance and delay to build a pretty good running start by the time Mitchell returned to center ring. Transitioning from ground to air in the blink of an eye, Mina planted her right foot against Cynthia’s chest and pushed off in a gorgeous back flip.
It was indeed ‘So Damned Pretty’ as Murray liked to remind her foes. It was also so damned fast that sometimes Mina herself didn’t realize something wasn’t quite right. This proved one of those instances as Cyn had crossed both arms against her chest in a sturdy ‘X’ a split-second prior to the blonde’s foot hitting home. It didn’t stop the flip of course, but Cynthia’s guard meant the kick didn’t steal her breath either. Why was this important you ask? Because it meant she was already in motion before Mina’s boots touched down. Cyn was already low and lunging when she did and the former World Champ’s right shoulder THWHUMPED into the pit of her stomach in a massive Spear that turned the Californian inside out!
Immediately, the Cyn-Ful One scrambled atop Mina’s chest, hooking a leg to secure the...
ONE...
TWO...
THNOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!
Murray kicked out.
The two beauties raced to beat the other back to verticality, an effort won by Cynthia--but by such a narrow margin that the blonde still had a realistic chance of catching Mitchell with a wild, sweeping right hook of a punch. Instead, the Terrible Tar Hell ducked the incoming blow, and then demonstrated some swiftness of her very own. In practically the blink of an eye, Cynthia spun around as Mina’s momentum took her past, both women facing opposing direction--and once the Cyn-Ful One had reached back and hooked her foe’s arms, back-to-back. Kicking out her left leg, Cynthia suddenly launched herself forward, YANKING Murray from her moorings and depositing her on her head and shoulders with a Backslide Driver.
BACKSLIDE DRIVER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=OnH0rZDIZ4g
The blonde went tumbling through the impact and up to her knees, Mina swaying there with a bowed head and glazed eyes. Climbing to her feet, Mitchell charged toward her prey, pulling Murray up with a handful of hair. Spinning the Scandalous stunner so that Mina presented the Cyn-Ful One her back, Cynthia reached an arm around her throat from behind, drawing the blonde back in a somewhat awkward arch. Then, for the second time in the space of about thirty seconds, Mitchell brought her left leg sweeping into the air. On this occasion, she brought her succulent gam crashing down onto Murray’s bosom, driving the blonde to the canvas with her Cardinal Cyn. Keeping her leg in place, Cynthia gathered up Murray’s outside stem to score the...
CARDINAL CYN:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=QTSYcL0_b6o
ONE...
TWO...
THRNOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!
Again, Murray bucked loose--but with a significantly narrower margin than a moment ago.
Rising, Cynthia stepped over her sprawled opposition, pausing just long enough to blow a taunting kiss toward an increasingly incensed Lucy Harker. Then, clutching the top rope, the Cyn-Ful One propelled herself into the air, landing on the rubber coated steel before launching herself higher in an exquisite, graceful flip. Mitchell’s journey ended with her tummy ‘THWAAAP’ing down across Mina’s, the blonde’s body jackknifing around Cynthia’s in the wake of her Springboard Moonsault. Again, the FAWN Original claimed a leg...
SPRINGBOARD MOONSAULT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=ThxpvI3gSrk
ONE...
TWO...
THRE..
“OOOOOOOOPPPPPPPPPHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!”
Sometimes, it took a heel to outfox another heel. Cynthia’s kiss had been more than just a taunt--it had been an invitation. And, with her fully expecting Lucy to come into the ring, the Cyn-Ful One was able to zone out the official’s voice, the sound and vibration of his slaps, AND the cheers of the FAWNatics. Mitchell only had ears for the sound of Harker’s charge, and the moment she heard and felt Lucy leave her feet, Cynthia dropped Mina’s leg and rolled away, leaving Murray’s taut midriff to receive the double axehandle that had been intended for the Terrible Tar Heel’s back.
As a gagging, sputtering Murray rolled to her side, Lucy remained on her knees, wide-eyed in horror, both hands plunging into her dark locks. “Mina...” Harker gasped, looking alarmingly pale for someone normally so healthily tanned. “Oh, Mina sweetheart, I am SOOOOOO sorry...”
“Lucy,” the referee said, with a surprising touch of sensitivity, “you need to leave the ring now.”
Harker gave a shockingly muted nod of her head before pushing off her knees, but as she turned toward her corner, she got a little more than she bargained for--namely, Cynthia’s sole, Mitchell’s Super Kick sending the brunette crashing to the mat and rolling out of the ring. With one half of Scandalous dispatched, the Cyn-Ful One turned her attention to the other, as a groaning Mina struggled to rise. It took some effort, but before long, Murray began to straighten up...
... and received one HELL of a reward for all her troubles. Charging toward the beautiful blonde, Cynthia launched herself into the air, reaching her right arm across Mina’s chest. Grabbing hold, the Cyn-Ful One kicked out her legs and threw ALL her weight backward with every ounce of force she could summon, introducing Murray’s face to the mat with authority and giving her a sharp taste of some Carolina Blues.
CAROLINA BLUES:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=U2tn1-20BAc
Forsaking any attempt at a pin-fall, Mitchell hairhauled Mina up to a wobbly vertical base, holding the blonde stooped as she spun her back to Murray’s shoulder, Cynthia swiftly wrapped her left arm around her opponent’s neck and kicked her left leg back between the Scandalous lass’ parted stems. Momentum created, the Terrible Tar Heel went extremely vertical, her back resting against Mina’s shoulder as her legs shot toward the rafters. Gravity did the rest of the work, harshly pulling Mitchell down to her tush--and Cynthia BLASTING Murray’s face into the canvas with her Standing Bulldog. The impact sent the blonde flopping over to her back in a jellied starfish, but she wouldn’t stay there long...
Scrambling to her feet, Cynthia grabbed a handful of hair and violently shoved Mina’s noggin between her deceptively strong thighs. There wasn’t time for any verbal jabs, taunts or promises. There wasn’t any time for playing to the FAWNatics. She’d made GOOD contact with that Super Kick but she couldn’t count on that keeping Harker down too much longer. So, the Cyn-Ful One locked the blonde’s arms behind her back, hopped into the air and dropped to her knees, the FAWNatics erupting at the sight of the Drop Out in a way that they hadn’t in several, SEVERAL years. Shoveling the senseless Murray over to her back, Cynthia grabbed one leg and used one of her own luscious stems to secure the other, closing her eyes and nodding along as the referee slapped off the...
ONE...
TWO...
THREE...
“NYYYYYYUUUUUUUUUUNNNNNNNNNNNGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”
For Scandalous, the second time proved to be the charm, Mitchell’s skull winding up the recipient of Lucy’s diving Double Axehandle. Still, the impact came close enough that the crowd held its breath, but Cynthia tumbled off her prey with the official’s hand still a little less than an inch above the mat. Harker rose quickly, claiming her own handful of hair and jerking the Cyn-Ful One to her feet. Locking the FAWN Original’s head under her left arm, the brunette secured a handful of purple material and popped her hips, hoisting Mitchell off her feet and into the air. But rather than immediately drop her cargo, Lucy jumped into the air, drawing up her knees and pulling Cynthia into a VICIOUS face-first collision with those bony joints...
BOTCHED NOSE JOB:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=FiRhxmgOcXY
As Cynthia spilled over into a splattered heap, a bit of blood dripping from her nostrils, Lucy rolled over and applied the cover... but the referee shook his head. “Handicap match or not, Harker,” he said, “you’re not legal.”
“Fine,” the brunette pouted, pushing to her feet and grabbing hold of Mina’s wrist. She attempted to drag Murray’s body over to Mitchell, but the official doesn’t stop at a reproachful word this time.
“Out. Of. The. Ring,” the ref snapped, wrapping an arm around Harker’s waist and dragging her back to the Scandalous corner, leaving two spasming wrecks of wrestlers in the middle of the ring.
Laid low in the wake of her opponent’s offense, Murray and Mitchell slowly, slooooowly rolled over onto their stomachs and started crawling toward opposite corners. Only problem was, Cynthia didn’t have a partner. Mina on the other hand had Lucy waiting in the Scandalous quarter, one hand wrapped around the tag rope, the other stretched as far into the ring as possible. If judged as a race, the brunette proved victorious, as she reached her corner a few precious seconds before her adversary. But where Cynthia could only grab the ropes and start hauling herself upright, Murray ‘smacked’ Harker’s eager palm and managed a wary smile when the FAWNatics booed vociferously.
Flying over the top rope with the innate grace of a top-tier Lightweight, Lucy hit the afterburners to cross the ring in no less than half a dozen long strides. Cynthia heard the other brunette coming, just as she had before. But with her head still ringing from the Botched Nose Job she could only stumble around and raise her hands to grapple with “NNNNNNNGGGGGHH!” Harker leapt, leaned back and drilled both boots into Cyn’s chest. Blown off her feet by the John Woo Dropkick, Mitchell flew backward and BWUUUNGED spine-first into the turnbuckles. The impact knocked Cynthia out of her corner and put her on her knees, a position she occupied for all of two seconds, which was the time it took Lucy to haul her upright.
JOHN WOO DROPKICK
www.youtube.com/watch?v=6L_GWlsZfh8&spfreload=10
“So close, slut.” Harker hissed. “Guess that makes you the most successful loser in that stopped up toilet you call a family.” Mitchell’s answering snarl devolved into a stunned yelp when the Scandalous brunette stepped away, dropped a shoulder and sent her racing across the squared circle. Cynthia hit right next to Mina, who’d hauled herself to boot leather only a few seconds prior.
Hands up to keep the official from bothering her, Murray shot Harker a look that said ‘End this bytch.’ Lucy was way ahead of her, the evil-eyed brunette practically on her prey’s heels. The Cyn-Ful One spun a half circle a heartbeat or two before she slammed into the buckles. This allowed her a perfect view of Lucy’s knees, both of which THWHUMPED into her tits immediately thereafter. Leaning against Cynthia to keep her from Flair Flopping to the mat, Harker focused on Murray and asked, “Feeling up for a little action, dear?”
“Oh yes. Cyndy Loo Shytbag has tried my patience like few others.”
So Lucy tagged her in, then snatched a handful of hair and marched Mitchell a few steps away from the corner. Then she snuggled in against Cynthia’s left side and stuffed her head under the other woman’s arm. Her right hand reached up between Mitchell’s legs, snatched hold of her dangling left wrist and pulled it tight. A short distance away, Mina turned her right shoulder toward Cyn, hopped forward and THWHACKED a retaliatory Super Kick against the point of her chin. Lucy hoisted her up as soon as the kick connected, then laid out on her back to THWHAM Mitchell onto the back of her head and shoulders courtesy a slam she called ‘That’s Slander!’
THAT'S SLANDER & SUPER KICK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=0h33BnOCOHM
Cynthia rolled through to a seat, reached for the ropes (which were well removed from her grasp) and crumpled onto her back all in the span of heartbeats. The ref turned to Lucy in anticipation of ordering her back to the apron, so imagine his surprise when he saw her halfway through the ropes already. Mina could not have cared less about the zebra’s gaze, she’d already shoveled Mitchell onto her back and planted a foot on either side of her hips. “Should’ve let us have our fun with your little sister, pig.” Murray snapped once she’d reached down and snatched hold of Cyn’s biceps. “It would’ve been a one and done, but since you stuck your nose in our business we’re gonna go back and rub her out once your washed-up ass is on the scrap heap.”
Using the bicep grip to lift Mitchell’s upper body off the mat, Mina dragged her toward the Scandalous corner and dropped to her knees. “And speaking of keeping your nose out of our business…” the blonde draped Cynthia’s arms over the smooth, tanned planes of her thighs, then reached forward and tagged Lucy back into the fray. Hands cupped under Mitchell’s chin, Mina wrenched back on the Camel Clutch and told her partner, “Do be so kind as to show this bytch the only place her nose belongs when we share a ring.”
Oh so happy to oblige, Lucy spun around and made a show of tugging the bottom edges of her one-piece up in a self inflicted wedgie. Cyn shook her head ‘no’ as hard as she could, unfortunately that wasn’t very much thanks to the blonde’s Chinlock. She was in the midst of shouting a denial when Harker thrust her ass backward, the cleft of those heart-shaped glutes welcoming Mitchell’s protesting mug in a truly scandalizing Stink Face. Nose deep in the Smell of Scandal, Cynthia whined, moaned and writhed, none of which did a damned thing to free her from their salacious clutches. Relief only came when the ref reached ‘FOUR!’ upon which Mina relinquished the Clutch and strutted out onto the apron.
Lucy ‘flicked’ her briefs back into place and gouged the tip of one boot between Mitchell’s shoulders. “Beg for our mercy, brat. Beg and maybe we won’t put you in the hospit--”
The Terrible Tar Heel rolled out from under her attacker’s domineering foot and rose to her knees. “Kiss my ass, Harker.” she rasped. “You AND that other rat-faced traNNNNGGHHHH!”
Lucy pivoted and THWHACKED her left foot off Mitchell’s cheek in a head-swiveling Low Super Kick. “I think she’s almost done, Meens.” the brunette smirked as she tagged her partner in yet again. “A little bit more tenderizing and she’s all yours.”
“You are a pillar of generosity Lucy dear.” Approaching their victim as one, Scandalous buried two hands in Cynthia’s hair and scraped her up in a series of jerks and tugs. Cooing conciliatory nothings to the nattering official, Lucy and Mina sidled in behind Cynthia and slipped an arm under her biceps (Harker the left, Mina the right) then locked their fingers to secure a tandem Full Nelson. Their free hands reached across the woozy brunette’s lower back at a sharp diagonal, all the better to snatch hold of her waistband. Lucy and Mina yanked Cyn’s butt floss a little higher just because they could, then dropped low and popped their hips in stereo to THAWHAM Mitchell onto the back of her skull as the latest victim of the Morningsidewinder.
MORNINGSIDEWINDER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=dux6YbpMjkw
Harker rolled under the bottom rope without complaint while Mina knee-walked over to their splattered victim. “Know what you are these days, Mitchell?” Murray snarled after she’d seized the brunette’s left wrist hauled her to verticality. “You’re not a hero, you’re not a villain, you’re not even tabloid fodder or scandal bait. All you are is the message we’re going to send the rest of the Tag Team Division.”
“Guhhh… go f*ck yourself, buttercUPPHGGHHH!”
Mina shoved her backward with a rough Shoulderblock, then yanked her forward and dove into a Baseball slide that sent her through Mitchell’s wobbly stems. Springing up on the other side, Murray reached back the way she’d came, laid ownership to Cynthia’s free wrist and brought it through to join its twin. Double Pumphandle complete, Mina thrusts her hips forward and grinds a slow, nonsense pattern on her opponent’s vulnerable tush. This brought a grudging cheer from the crowd, one that was quickly consumed by sympathetic groans when Murray spun Cynthia up n’ over, a tidy little flip that was perfect for catching the former World Champion’s calves under her armpits. She sat out in time with the assertion of gravity, Mina adding her own weight and momentum to the bone-jarring THWHUMP that planted Mitchell flush on the back of her head and shoulders. With Cyn folded in half by the Compromising Position, Murray hooked her heels over the brunette’s biceps and craaaaaaanked those upturned buns back a little farther to make sure everyone had a great angle of beaten ass while the ref counted…
COMPROMISING POSITION @ 00:05
www.youtube.com/watch?v=OkrF7smdrzk&spfreload=10
ONE…
TWO…
THREE!
“Ladies and gentlemen,” the announcer informed a thoroughly disappointed yet not at all shocked crowd, “your winner, via pinfall... SCCCAAANNNDDDAAALLLOOOUUUSSS!!!!!”
Mina rolled away from the wreckage of the Cyn-Ful One, allowing the referee to raise her hand as she got to her feet. But Lucy Harker clearly had other ideas, peeling Cynthia off the mat before stuffing the FAWN Original’s head under her right arm. When the brunette then scooped up Mitchell’s right leg behind her thigh, the official chided her, “C’mon, Harker, she’s done...”
Instead of listening to the man, Lucy hoisted her opponent airborne, then sat out--SPIKING the Cynful One’s head and shoulder between her parted stems, Cynthia falling victim to the Scandalmonger. Harker kept possession of the Terrible Tar Heel’s gam, while Mina Murray pushed away from the referee, dropping to the mat and slapping off an additional, unofficial...
SCANDALMONGER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=qbsEg3Ae68E
ONE...
TWO...
THREE!!!!
Tossing Cynthia’s leg away, Harker accepting the helping hand off her BFF... and then, for a second time, scraped the sweat-drenched carcass of the Cyn-Ful One off the mat. This time, the referee started to take a step toward Lucy and her chew toy, but Mina cut him off. And as the brunette set her feet and launched Mitchell toward the far corner with an Irish whip, a beaming Murray mussed the zebra’s locks. “Don’t you worry your grotesque little head,” the blonde assured him. “We aren’t going to KILL her or anything. As those down home Carolina folks say, if we kill her, she don’t learn nothin’...”
Turning away from the referee, Mina placed a hand on Harker’s shoulder. “Lucy, darling,” Murray smiled, “you’re doing a fantabulous job... but would you allow me the honors? I’d like to VERY personally pay back one of the indignities she heaped on you earlier.”
The brunette cocked an eyebrow. “You mean, an even bigger indignity than sharing a ring with her?”
“Marginally, yes.”
“By all means,” Harker replied, stepping aside to allow her partner to settle into position directly in front of Cynthia, seated in a woozy heap in far corner. “Be my guest.”
“You’re too kind,” Murray responded, then without another word took off in a sprint toward the Cyn-Ful One. Leaving her feet, Mina grabbed the top rope with both hands, one on either side of the top turnbuckle, and muscled herself up into a handstand--one she held for close to five seconds, before swooping down and slamming her undercarriage into Cynthia’s mug, subjecting the Cynful One to an Extreme Makeover.
Mitchell’s features received a thorough buffeting, thanks to a good baker’s dozen pelvic thrusts from the blonde. Eventually dismounting, Mina grabbed a handful of Cynthia’s locks, tugging the FAWN Original up to her hands and knees. “Guys,” an exasperated referee sighed, only to be interrupted by Lucy Harker.
“Surely, even someone as dense as you should realize by now that your services are no longer required,” the brunette told him. “And I’m sure I don’t have to tell you how much Bethany is likely to LOVE the buzz and all the press FAWN will be receiving tomorrow from the little lesson we’re imparting. So, you have two choices. You can either leave the ring NOW, voluntarily... or WE can send you OUT of the ring. Your choice.”
The ref’s eyes darted from Harker’s to Mina’s, and then down to the form of a crawling Cynthia Mitchell, the Scandalous blonde using the Cyn-Ful One’s hair as a leash to lead her to the center of the ring. Reluctantly, the official shrugged his shoulders and headed toward the ropes, earning a resounding round of jeers from the crowd. Meanwhile, Mina YANKED Mitchell up to her feet, the FAWN Original left doubled over, hands on her thighs...
... which proved to be the worst possible position for her to be in, as Lucy leapt onto the Cyn-Ful One’s back. As Mina went over to the ropes and beckoned for a microphone, Harker claimed Cynthia’s wrists and cranked back on her arms, lifting them behind Mitchell’s back as Lucy’s boots hooked around her opponent’s thighs.
RODE HARD, PUT AWAY WET @1:07:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=dVWmVlHyCpE
Agony wrenched the FAWN Original back into the land of the living, Cynthia’s legs trembling--and yet, remarkably, they continue to support both Mitchell herself and Harker. “Nice to see you again,” Mina said as she approached the duo, her voice coming over the arena sound system--and the closer she got to Mitchell, the more the Cyn-Ful One’s wails and cries wafted over them as well. “It’s been too long, really. I mean, you did a good job, kinda. Creating this persona of Cynthia Mitchell the badass. It was pretty convincing... sort of.” The blonde paused, smirking before asking, “Any comment?”
Murray tilted the stick toward Cynthia, but the only sound it picked up was a tormented wail.
“But THIS,” Mina continued, “THIS is the real you, and it always has been. Cynthia Mitchell, the not-good-enough. The Cynthia Mitchell left stripped and dumped on an announce table by Chrissy Daniel. The Cynthia Mitchell that LaKeisha Bates damn near put in the hospital. The Cynthia Mitchell that lost to DESIRE THE FUCKING SCHOOLGIRL!”
Again, Mina cocked the mic toward Cynthia. “GYYYYYYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAFFFFUUUUUUUGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!” Mitchell’s scream played over the speakers.
“And then, of course, there’s my favorite Cynthia,” the blonde taunted once she’d brought the microphone back her way. “And that’s Cynthia Mitchell, Maeve and Moira Kane’s BYTCH! And considering how Maeve and Moira are OUR bytches... really, could this have ended any other way?”
A smirking Mina tilted the mic once again. “Care to comment?”
“AAAGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSTTTTTTTTTAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP!!!!!!!!!” the Cynful One shrieked. “PUUUUHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHLLLLLLLLLLLLLEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAASSSSSSSSSSSEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! LEEEEEEEEEEEMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEGGGGUUUUUUUUUUUOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!”
“Awwwwwwwwwwwwwww,” Murray cooed, reaching out her free hand to pinch Cynthia’s cheek. “So cute. And I’m sure Lucy will be GLAD to let you go... once you say you’re sorry. You’re sorry for sticking your nose where it didn’t belong. You’re sorry for not letting us teach your disgusting, talentless little sister the VERY important life lesson that, until she knows how to swim, she should stay in the shallow end of the pool.”
Murray tilted the microphone, but it was still able to pick up the blonde’s remark: “Say it.”
All Mitchell did was scream.
“SAY IT!” Mina repeated.
“GYYYYYYYYYYEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!” the Cynful One added, her voice trembling as she added, “GUUUUUUUUHHHHHHHHHHHFFFFFUUUUUUUUGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHYYYYYUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!”
“Oooooooooooooh,” Murray winced. “I’m afraid that’s the WRONG answwwwuuuuuggghhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!”
Mina dropped the microphone--the result of a double axehandle SLAMMING into her lower back. “Mina, darling?” Lucy grunted, letting go of the Cynful One’s wrists and allowing Cynthia to tumble off her back. As quickly as she could, the brunette spun around--but she wasn’t able to get a look at her attacker before her head was locked underneath the newcomer’s right arm. The intruder then lifted Harker off her feet, pivoting one hundred and eighty degrees before falling backward and DRILLING the crown of Lucy’s skull into the mat with a Spinning Implant DDT!
As a moaning Harker rolled toward the ropes, her attacker scrambled to her feet quickly--quick enough to bury a boot into the pit of a risen Mina Murray’s stomach. Pivoting away from the blonde, she reached over her shoulder, claiming Mina’s noggin and lifting her off her feet with a Snapmare--but instead of depositing Murray on her bum, she laid out, executing the neckbreaker that comprised Sophie’s Choice.
SOPHIE’S CHOICE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=L8Kui00u2Sw
SOPHIE MITCHELL:
Mina went tumbling toward the bottom rope herself, Lucy Harker reaching back into the ring to pull her BFF to safety. And together, the duo backpedaled as Sophie charged the ropes. “MANIA!” the eldest Mitchell shouted, pointing a finger in the direction of Scandalous. “YOU TWO!” She then swept her arm back, toward her fallen sister. “US TWO! THINK YOU BYTCHES CAN DO JUST AS WELL WITH THE ODDS EVEN?”
Mitchell didn’t wait for an answer. Instead, she drifted back toward Cynthia, helping her little sister up to a seated position. “... Soph?” the Cynful One croaked, eyes blinked, her voice rather uncharacteristically small.
“Shhhhhhh...” Sophie cooed, pulling Cynthia into a hug and placing a light kiss on Cynthia’s forehead... but never letting her eyes leave the two jackals in the aisle.
Cage the Elephant twanged to life and the Orlando faithful leapt outta their seats to properly denigrate FAWN’s resident tabloid terrors. Smirking even before they stepped through the curtain, Harker and Murray each kissed their fingertips pageant style, then raised ’em to the rafters to better salute the Sheeple.
LUCY HARKER:
MINA MURRAY:
For tonight‘s round of officially sanctioned athletic homicide, Lucy and Mina wore heartstoppin’ fightin’ one-pieces adorned with high cut hips, a plunging neckline and a light dusting of silver glitter -- Lucy’s was a deep threatening blue with matching white pads and boots while Mina’s was gleaming white, her boots and pads coordinated to match Harker’s togs.
Delighted to tease the mouth-breathers and knuckle-draggers with a tantalizing glimpse of what they could never even touch, let alone possess, Scandalous started down the aisle in a hip-swiveling lockstep that managed to silence the ire of even their staunchest detractors, at least for the time it took them to pass by. When they reached the base of the aisle Harker hopped onto the apron, then turned around to face her partner without sparing anyone else so much as a glance.
Basking in the moment when all eyes turned in her direction, Mina exploded into a bounding run and dove between Lucy’s legs before popping to her feet in the center of the squared circle. Arms stretched over the top strand, Lucy dipped her hips and tumbled backward, rolling herself into the ring. She landed just in front of Mina and tilted her head back. For a moment they were the biggest babyfaces on the roster as those assembled urged them to ’JUST KISS, DAMMIT!’ but no, Scandalous drew out the tease for another night as they rolled their eyes and rewarded the trogolodytes with a pair of ‘you should be so lucky’ smirks. With no particular urge to head to a corner just yet, Lucy and Mina strutted around the center of the ring and tormented / tantalized the ringside fans with promises of what they planned to do to the woman waiting on the other side of the curtain.
“And her opponent… Hailing from Charlotte, North Carolina… She stands five feet seven inches tall and weighs in tonight at..." His tone shifted, suggesting that the next few words were ones that he has been instructed to say, rather than those he would elect to employ himself. "one hundred and twenty sinfully delicious pounds... CYYYNNNTTTHHHIIIAAA MIIITTTCCCHHHEEELLLLLL!"
Ordinarily, those words were enough to swiftly transform the crowd’s cheers into raucous jeers--but the crowd hadn’t exactly been cheering for the two women currently in the ring, and ANY woman daring to stand against them, ESPECIALLY on her own, the FAWNatics felt deserved their respect. The speakers at the top of the ramp spat a burst of squall, kicking into the opening of Skye Sweetnam’s “Babydoll Gone Wrong”.
”BABYDOLL GONE WRONG”:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=G9hHdx8OG7E
CYNTHIA MITCHELL:
All eyes in the FAWN arena shifted to the stage and within heartbeats, Cynthia Mitchell, former Tag, Lightweight, World champion and all round ice cold bytch goddess brushed through the curtains. And still, the FAWNatics by and large cheered her arrival, the slender brunette left slightly at a loss. But she didn’t linger more than a few seconds before heading down to the ring with a sassy ‘avert your gaze, mortals!’ swish in her step--again, a demeanor normally met with derision, but tonight with approval.
For tonight’s contest, it appeared that Mitchell was clad in her now standard ‘one-piece’--said outfit a deep purple number with a plunging V neckline that goes all the way to her navel and a back that might qualify as a thong if you were feeling generous. However, there was a tiny sense of mystery about the Cyn-Ful One’s sartorial choices, thanks to the T-shirt that extended down to just above where her thighs curved into her glutes. That shirt was white, with a light red circle in the middle faintly emblazoned with the Stars and Bars of her southern heritage. Inside the circle were two crossed roses, their buds also sporting the rebel emblem, albeit in a much more prominent manner.
And written above all this was the script: “SOUTHERN GIRL: WHO NEEDS BIG BOOBS WHEN YOU GOT A BUTT LIKE MINE?”
CYNTHIA’S T-SHIRT:
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While the Cyn-Ful One had long been known to shun contact with the subhumanoids, that had never convinced the FAWNatics to stop reaching out their hands along the railing. The first such hand extended her way prompted Mitchell to stop and stare... and then, perhaps to no one’s bigger amazement than herself, Cynthia gave that palm a tentative slap.
Suddenly, a lot more fans were cheering the Terrible Tar Heel, and Mitchell slapped a few more occasional hands until reaching the end of the aisle. At which point, Cynthia ascended the steel steps and waited on the apron until the referee came over and held the ropes open to allow her proper passage.
Once the official took a seat on the middle rope, Mitchell slipped a leg into the ring, then pulled her torso through the strands in an agonizingly slow movement—well, agonizing for those straight males and not-so-straight females in the audience with a heart condition, at least. With Mitchell finally on the other side of the ropes, the FAWNatics grew even more appreciative when Mitchell peeled the tee up her torso, revealing the rest of her usual battle togs for the first time tonight. Cynthia held the garment above the mat for a moment... and then, instead of dropping it, the Cyn-Ful One just...
... well, just LOOKED at it.
Finally, tentatively, Mitchell balled the shirt in her hand, raising it upward. And when the crowd continued to cheer, she SLUNG the shirt into a sudden sea of hands.
Cynthia hadn’t bothered to go to her corner, electing instead to post up in the center of the ring with the idea of denying Scandalous the ability to cut her off. Sound strategy, but not without risk of its own as it meant she was already that much closer to the duo who’d been screwing with her life these last few months. Said duo was still in the far corner with their heads together, hair hanging in just such a way that it *looked* like they weren’t keeping an eye on the Cyn-Ful One, which meant that they were absolutely keeping an eye on the Cyn-Ful One.
In no mood to let either of those bytches dictate pace, Cynthia clapped briskly and called, “Anytime you’re ready, tramps! Doesn’t matter which comes first, you’re both gonna get stamped.”
Harker and Murray turned to regard her with identical smiles that reminded Mitchell of the Siamese Cats in Lady & the Tramp. “Here that Mina, dear?” Lucy said just loud enough for Cynthia to hear. “The poor dear already wants it to be over.”
“Yes.” Mina answered with the smallest of smiles. “She’s like a cow building up a head of steam to dive down the chute at the slaughterhouse.”
Mitchell made a point of rolling her eyes. “Save the barnyard comparisons for the mice, pig thighs.” she snarked at the blonde. “And hoof your way on out here before I decide to come over there and get you.”
The ref echoed a similar statement (in nicer language) but Harker kept her eyes locked on Cynthia. “I very much hope you find it in yourself to attempt such a feat.” She bent double and slipped out onto the apron before straightening up. “What a glorious time we’ll have.”
Mitchell paid her no notice, she’d honed in on Mina the instant her partner exited the ring. “Glad it’s you.” Cyn backed up a little bit as the blonde closed in, she knew from personal experience that Murray could move like lightning when she was of the mind. “I’ve been waiting to pay you back for that Super Kick.”
The icy blonde lifted her fists to just below shoulder level and started to circle. “No need to pay it back dear, the interest alone would cripple NNNGGGGHHH!”
Mitchell shot in, CLIPPED a Bytch Slap off Mina’s mouth and darted out of range before the blonde’s hair finished flying. “Consider that the first of many, MANY down payments.” Cyn said over the happy roar of the crowd.
Mina brushed a thumb against the side of her mouth, tasted no blood and sighed ever so softly. “Oh, sweetness…. you’re going to floss with that whorish outfit of yours before the night is over.”
Cyn raised her hands and beckoned Murray to the dance. “Bring it the f*ck on, buttercup. I’ve weathered nastier scandals than yoGFHHH!”
Mina pounced with her hands extended, practically stiff-arming her foe en route to securing the Collar & Elbow Tie-Up. Twisting her hips immediately, Murray spun them both in a half circle and plowed toward the Scandalous corner. Deathly aware that this was no time for niceties, Cyn jerked one hand away from Mina’s shoulder and slashed it across her eyes.
This brought a hiss from Mina, a snarl from Lucy and a warning from referee Craig Long, all of which the brunette ignored. Raking Murray’s face a second time for good measure, Mitchell snatched hold of opposing wrist, then dipped around and behind to fold it between the Californian’s shoulders in a Hammerlock. “That’s right, up on your toes, doggie!” Cynthia taunted as she used the joint-lock to make Murray mince around on tiptoe.
Mina snarled and fired an elbow over her shoulder, but the middle Mitchell pulled her head clear and clouted the other woman across the back of her head with a Forearm Smash as punishment. Aware that everything in this match would be a calculated risk, Cyn grabbed Mina by the scruff of the neck and rushed straight for the Scandalous corner.
Harker guessed what the brunette had planned and hopped off the apron to prevent a collision with her partner, so Mitchell adjusted on the fly and tossed Murray into the top turnbuckle shoulder-first. Mina BWUUUNGED hard enough to pinball her out of the corner but she was still very much on her feet, so Cynthia unleashed the dirtiest trick she could think of. She dropped to one knee, hooked an arm between the blonde’s stems and pulled her over and down onto her shoulders with the Roll Up Of Doom!
Stunned by this development, the ref was nonetheless quick to swoop in and count…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
Mina bucked loose, somersaulted over and popped to boot leather with murder in her eyes. The Cyn-Ful One was already halfway across the ring and grinning from ear to ear. “THAT CLOSE, BEEYOTCH!” she exclaimed while holding her index finger and thumb a hair’s breadth apart. “How scandalous would THAT have OOOWW!”
Had Cynthia thought Mina was fast? She didn’t know the half of it.
One second the blonde was near her corner. The next she was practically within kissing distance and spanking a crisp little kick against her opponent’s left thigh. Mitchell yelped, hopped back and ate two more kicks, both landing with pinpoint accuracy on the same part of her thigh. A bit too startled to backpedal. Cyn braced on her right foot and raised her left knee, thus presenting her shin as a target in place of her thigh. This worked wonderfully for the single heartbeat it took Murray to shift legs and CRAAACK a kick against Mitchell’s right flank.
“AAAAAAH BYTCH!” Cynthia cried out and staggered back, the usually surefooted grappler momentarily off balance as Murray hacked away at her legs. “Knock it off, this isn’t kickboxiNNGGEERRGGHHH!”
The Cyn-Ful One’s protest came to naught as Mina rushed in and caught her in another Collar & Elbow Tie-Up. Rather than immediately march the brunette to the Scandalous corner, Murray grabbed a double handful of hair and treated her to a few good yanks, then swung around behind and trapped the former World Champion’s arms over her head in a Full Nelson.
“Eyes down, uggo.” Mina commanded in the midst of forcing Cynthia’s chin into her own cleavage. “I don’t need you adding your gross to this miserable mob.”
“Oh, go f*ck yourselFERRGGGHH!”
Murray stepped away, balanced on her left foot and THWHUMPED her right knee into the curve of Mitchell’s right glute. “I said no talking while I’m working your fat ass!” Mina’s tone was all business now as she proceeded to work Mitchell’s tush like a heavy bag that owed her money. First a few with the right knee, then a few with the left, her pace simultaneously painful and monotonous enough to have the FAWNatics cringing in anticipation of every booty-spiking blast.
Fighting hard to keep her legs from trembling, Cynthia squirmed and wriggled against the Nelson until THERE! The Terrible Tar Heel filled her hands with the Scandalous woman’s golden locks. “Leggo or I’ll rip it out by the roots!” Mitchell demanded even as Murray pounded away at her buns.
Neither the ref nor Mina seemed inclined to allow her to carry out that threat, indeed the former was getting quite insistent that she release the hold. But the brunette hadn’t heard a count yet, so she STAMPED ON Murray’s toes for good measure, then lurched sideways until she was pressed against the ropes. “GET HER OFF!” Cyn bellowed the instant she’d hooked a leg over the bottom strand. “I’M IN THE ROPES SOWHOOOAAAAHHHH!”
Mina tore her away from sanctuary, trudged to the center of the ring, then dropped her hips and peeled off a flawless bridge that THWHUMPED Mitchell down flush on the base of her head and shoulders. Folded in half by the perfect Dragon Suplex, Cynthia could only kick her legs as the ref counted….
DRAGON SUPLEX HOLD:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=YqkWnB4MzXg
ONE…
TWO…
Mitchell bucked loose and ended up sprawled out on her belly. Arms swaddled to the back of her head, Cyn took a deep breath and pushed to one knee. Any relief she felt at the respite disintegrated when she heard the crisp ‘SLAP!’ of palm against palm from the Scandalous corner.
That sound was one she couldn’t afford to hear too many times tonight. Lucy Harker and Mina Murray were a challenging enough tandem to defeat with the aide of a partner--if they could keep themselves refreshed by constantly tagging in and out while Cynthia had no opportunity to rest...
The Cyn-Ful One struggled back to her feet--thankfully for her, Lucy did not appear to be in much of a hurry to press the Scandalous advantage, instead casually sauntering toward their outnumbered opposition. Mitchell turned around, shaking a few cobwebs out of her head as she slung a balled right fist toward Harker’s temple...
... but the woman who had held three-quarters of FAWN’s championship Grand Slam was still feeling the effects of Mina’s suplex, no matter how much she shook her head. That resulted in a punch that was sloppy, and ducked by the brunette fairly easily. Straightening up, Harker snatched two handfuls of hair--and then all the deliberateness of Lucy’s movements fell away. With a sudden swiftness and savageness, Harker YANKED Cynthia into a rapid trio of Kneelifts to the midsection, the Cyn-Ful One left gasping as she was spun around.
Her back now provided to her opponent, Lucy’s arms slipped under her arms, trapping Mitchell once again in a full nelson. Harker then took a page from her partner’s book--albeit not without putting her own spin on things. Popping her hips, the brunette ripped Cynthia off her feet, bridging back and DRIVING Mitchell’s head and shoulders into the canvas with her own Dragon Suplex--this one of the release variety.
RELEASE DRAGON SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=bwTlzVQToio
Unlike her partner, Lucy didn’t attempt to gain a pin-fall. Instead, noting that Mitchell had skidded to a halt near the empty corner to Mina’s left, the Scandalous beauty peeled Cynthia off the deck before shoving her back into the buckles. Bodying up against the FAWN Original as she grabbed a wrist, Harker whispered, “Cynthia, darling, we won’t think any less of you if you wanted to surrender now.” Setting her feet as she prepared the Irish whip, the brunette explained, “After all, we really COULDN’T think less of you than we already dooOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!”
Harker’s words had perhaps reignited the Cyn-Ful One’s spirit, and she reversed the whip. Barely even pausing to settle her own balance after releasing the Scandalous lass, Cynthia took off like a shot after her opponent, raising her right arm and SLAMMING a running Clothesline into Lucy’s sternum an instant after her back had smashed into the turnbuckles. The impact forced Mitchell to take a step back, but she didn’t stay off the attack for long. The Terrible Tar Heel bent forward, lowering a shoulder as she clutched the middle rope with both hands, one alongside each of Harker’s hips. She then RAMMED that shoulder into the pit of Lucy’s stomach NOT once, NOT twice, NOT three times, but FOUR! Each thrust lifted Harker a little further off her feet and forced a louder gasp past the brunette’s lips, Lucy’s tush sliding up onto the middle buckle with each blow...
When the referee was finally able to convince the Cyn-Ful One to draw back, Lucy’s boots slipped when they returned to the canvas, sending the brunette crashing to a seat on the corner. Almost instantly, Mitchell’s eyes lit up, the Terrible Tar Heel using a boot to gently kick Harker’s legs open a little wider. Still struggling to catch her breath, the Scandalous beauty managed to croak out, “Don’t... don’t you daaaaannnnnnnnmmmMMMMMMMMMMMMPPPPPPPPPHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!”
Before Harker could finish her threat, a smirking Cynthia swiveled around, thrust her hips back and SMUSHED Lucy’s head between the middle turnbuckle and her glistening glutes. Gripping the top rope, Mitchell allowed her weight to settle back, the FAWN Original using her hips to trace figure 8‘s in the air as she attempted to snuff as much fight out of Lucy as the referee would allow her to. In the Scandalous corner, Mina Murray was suitably apoplectic, both in regards to the indignities the Cyn-Ful One was heaping on her BFF AND for the official’s hesitance to act. Eventually, he stepped in and ordered Cynthia to break the hold, but instead of complying, Mitchell locked her eyes on Mina...
... and blew a kiss to the steaming blonde. And somehow, that one little gestured earned Cynthia the biggest ovation she had received from the FAWNatics in about seven years.
But the official’s count finally convinced Mitchell to step away, to leave a greasy-faced, panting Lucy in her wake. Cynthia spun quickly back toward the corner, claiming a double handful of hair in order to jerk Harker to her feet. Not releasing the brunette’s locks, the Cyn-Ful One sent Murray out of the corner with a hairmare, her foe crashing hard on her backside. Lucy let out an anguished chirp, while Cynthia swung her upper body through the ropes in a nice, fluid motion. Slipping out onto the apron, Mitchell climbed her way up to the top turnbuckle, Mina shouting warnings from her corner as Harker tried to pick herself up...
... and the warnings went for naught. Once the Scandalous brunette was on her feet, Mitchell launched from her perch, sending a knee SLAMMING into Harker’s temple with her Cynsational Sledge.
CYNSATIONAL SLEDGE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=6Zxy10PYH8E
Lucy toppled to the mat, landing in an absent spreadeagle--and Cynthia wasted NO time taking a seat atop Harker’s chest, gathering up and hooking both her legs.
ONE...
TWO...
TH...
“NYYYUUUuuuuuuuuuuuugggggghhhhhhhh...”
Before the referee’s hand could cap off potentially the upset of 2015, Mina Murray sent a knee into the back of Mitchell’s skull from behind, knocking the Cyn-Ful One from atop her partner and keeping the match going. “Out of the ring, Mina!” the ref barked, Cynthia rubbing the back of her noggin as she pushed up from her knees. Stooping down, the Terrible Tar Heel secured another handful of hair and began to haul Lucy up...
“ggyyyyYYYYYYYYYIIIIIIUUUUUUUUHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!”
Without even a hint of a warning, Harker swung an Uppercut that PERFECTLY split the Cyn-Ful One’s thighs, slamming into her nether regions. Cynthia’s eyes momentarily rolled back as her hand dropped away from Lucy’s locks, her knees slamming together as she turned away and staggered toward the ropes.
A few feet away, Mina saw this turn of events--and immediately began to argue with the zebra a little more passionately. Meanwhile, Lucy pushed up to her feet of her own accord and followed the Cyn-Ful One into the cables. When she spun the Terrible Tar Heel’s back to the ropes, most watched expected her to lace Mitchell’s arms over the top rope--but instead, Harker did something a little different.
Her eyes sparkling with rage, Lucy took a handful of Cynthia’s tresses, pulling them underneath the top rope. Cynthia let out a sharp hiss of pain, but her troubles were only beginning when Harker brought her locks back up and TIED THEM OFF around the rubber coated steel! Only THEN did the Scandalous babe force Mitchell’s wings over the cable. Not done, Lucy grabbed the middle rope, pulling up to close the strands around Mitchell’s biceps, trapping her in the ropes. She then took full advantage of the head start Mina was so helpfully providing to start blasting the Cyn-Ful One’s cheeks with open AND backhanded slaps.
Mitchell did everything in her power to twist away from the blows, but with her hands AND hair mired in the ropes, most of her defense amounted to stamping feet and a clenched jaw. The noise of the FAWNatics finally drew Craig’s attention and though his count was immediate it didn’t stop Harker from landing a whole ‘nother baker’s dozen by the time he reached ‘FOUR!’ Clearing off with raised hands, Lucy kept a straight face while the black & white undid Cynthia’s arms, but she couldn’t hide a snort when he discovered the last third of her knot.
“What the…” he looked from Lucy to Cynthia and back again. “You tied her HAIR around the rope?”
Lucy’s suppressed a smirk, albeit barely. “I have no idea what you’re talking about, Craig. It was like that when I found her, I swear.”
Eyes narrowed to hateful slots, Mitchell snarled, “You smug bytch, I’ll feed you your teeth for this.”
Lucy’s smirk was back and stronger than ever. “Sure you will. Very convincing, tuff girl. It’d sound even better if the ref wasn’t braiding your hair. Maybe he can paint your nails ne--”
The former FAWN World Champion tore loose of the ropes with a primal roar of rage. She left a hank of hair behind in the process, but that never even crossed Cyn’s mind, she was too busy deciding just what part of Lucy’s face she was going to shre--“OOFFFFFHHHHH!”
Mitchell’s headlong charge died as quickly as it began when Harker pivoted on one heel and plowed a Back Kick deep into her belly. Doubling up around the intruding extremity, Cynthia offered only token resistance when the Scandalous brunette bent over and wormed in under her right arm. Right arm crooked around the Cyn-Ful One’s midsection, Lucy straightened up after she’d snatched a handful of her foe’s waistband. In the next instant she wrenched Mitchell off the canvas by a good couple of feet and laid out flat on her tummy to THAWHAM Cyn into the canvas with an especially vitriolic Summer Fling.
SUMMER FLING:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=knsY1VxB_TU
The move rattled the ring and earned an ‘ooooohhh!’ from the crowd, but Harker didn’t even try for a pin. Indeed, her hands were in Mitchell’s hair and both women were halfway to verticality before the ref could even think about sliding into position. Quick to corral the other brunette’s noggin with a rough Side Headlock, Lucy glanced to her partner. “Ready for another round of garbage tossing, dear?”
Mina regarded Cynthia like she was anything but garbage. In truth she looked like a lioness sizing up an injured gazelle. “Whenever you’re ready, Lucy.” she answered. “There is plenty of buttery southern goodness to go around, after all.”
“Couldn’t have said it better myself.”
Lucy drilled a single stiff Kneelift into her opponent’s belly, then transitioned to a Wristlock and hurled Cyn to the Scandalous Corner with an Irish Whip. Mitchell turned into it and BWUUUNGED against the buckles hard enough to make her teeth rattle but she stayed upright without even having to throw her arms over the top rope. She was about to push off when Murray cooed, “Don’t go anywhere, puffy. We can bring the fight to you.”
“Puffy?” Cynthia’s indignation swung her toward the blonde despite the warning bells instinct clanged in her head. “You’re just begging to UUNNNNNGGGGHHHH!” Lucy charged, leapt and twisted in mid-air all so she could THWHUMP the medicine ball of her glutes into Mitchell’s chest with crushing force.
FLYING HIP PRESS @ 00:15
www.youtube.com/watch?v=E85xMLAI96g
Bounced clear of the crash by her leftover momentum, Harker took an instant to tag Mina before she went low and looped her right arm around Cyn’s waist. Her left arm across the Terrible Tar Heel’s calves secured the bundle more than enough to Lucy to hoist Mitchell up like she was little more than a duffle bag. Swinging around so that Cynthia’s prone form was facing and parallel to the ropes, Lucy inquired, “Distance ok, Meens?”
Murray, who’d moved out to the center of the apron, nodded once. “Perfect. Don’t do a thing.” Confident that her friend would respect that request, Mina grabbed the top rope in both hands and leapt onto the top rope with all the ease of a lightweight. From there she took wing a second time, both long tan stems kicking straight forward but only the right putting a shadow across Cynthia’s throat. Lucy dropped to her butt then, the brunette completing her Sidewalk Slam while Mina damned near took the former champ’s head clear off her shoulders with a Springboard Guillotine Leg Drop.
THE ART OF DOUBLE TEAMING:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=qm5xYt9PSYE
Scandalous spun to its collective knees and split in half with Harker rolling under the bottom rope and Murray rising to her full five foot seven. Poor Craig Long had once again been duped into getting into position to count a pin that didn’t come and he quickly got to his feet. “I appreciate the enthusiasm, but please, don’t drop to your knees until I tell you too. It‘s just unseemly.” she cooed at the sheepish official. “And as for you….” Mina plunged both hands into Cynthia’s hair with viper speed only to take her time in peeling the dazed battler off the mat. “Well you’re just hot, salty garbage.”
The beginning of a retort formed on the brunette’s lips, alas it died a quick death when Murray used the hair-hold to force her down into a Standing Headscissors. No wasted seconds now, the blonde wrapped her arms around Cyn’s waist and whipped her up onto her shoulders, the stall position for a Powerbomb. Only ‘stall’ wasn’t quite accurate because Mina immediately twisted around in a tight little circle, then slung her prey down and dropped to her tush. Cynthia THWHAMMED against the canvas-sheathed plywood, her elbows, shoulders and back taking the very worst of what the Spiral Bomb had to offer. Perhaps convinced that their rag doll had run out of fun, Mina slid forward and hooked her boots over Mitchell’s biceps to keep her flattened through…
SPIRAL BOMB:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=pBZiZW_mNqQ
ONE…
TWO….
THRNOOOO!
Cyn ‘smecked’ her thighs against the Scandalous lovely’s head to break her concentration and the cover with a half second to spare. “Oh, NOW you show some signs of life?” Murray muttered, the disgust clear in her voice. “You’re like a dead frog that only responds to shocks. Patheti-sad, really.”
“Yuuuhhhhh…. you’ll be the one twitching when my ass is on your face.” Cynthia groaned as she struggled to a slumped seat. “Ask Lucy how it felt, she seemed to like NNNNGGGGHH!”
A stiff Soccer Kick to the chest knocked Mitchell flat again, leaving her easy pickin’s for the wicked blonde. “That bag of dimples and chocolate you call an ass isn’t getting anywhere near my face.” Murray snarked once the Cyn-Ful One was once again vertical. “It will however end up several feet closer to your shoulders, so do with that as you will.”
She ended the communiqué with a brisk slap and tacked on a Forearm Smash to the tits because she totes could, ya know? This was followed by a Wristlock and an Irish Whip that sent Cynthia to the opposite ropes strictly for the purpose of reminding her she had no partner. Ok, that wasn’t entirely true. Murray did use the distance and delay to build a pretty good running start by the time Mitchell returned to center ring. Transitioning from ground to air in the blink of an eye, Mina planted her right foot against Cynthia’s chest and pushed off in a gorgeous back flip.
It was indeed ‘So Damned Pretty’ as Murray liked to remind her foes. It was also so damned fast that sometimes Mina herself didn’t realize something wasn’t quite right. This proved one of those instances as Cyn had crossed both arms against her chest in a sturdy ‘X’ a split-second prior to the blonde’s foot hitting home. It didn’t stop the flip of course, but Cynthia’s guard meant the kick didn’t steal her breath either. Why was this important you ask? Because it meant she was already in motion before Mina’s boots touched down. Cyn was already low and lunging when she did and the former World Champ’s right shoulder THWHUMPED into the pit of her stomach in a massive Spear that turned the Californian inside out!
Immediately, the Cyn-Ful One scrambled atop Mina’s chest, hooking a leg to secure the...
ONE...
TWO...
THNOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!
Murray kicked out.
The two beauties raced to beat the other back to verticality, an effort won by Cynthia--but by such a narrow margin that the blonde still had a realistic chance of catching Mitchell with a wild, sweeping right hook of a punch. Instead, the Terrible Tar Hell ducked the incoming blow, and then demonstrated some swiftness of her very own. In practically the blink of an eye, Cynthia spun around as Mina’s momentum took her past, both women facing opposing direction--and once the Cyn-Ful One had reached back and hooked her foe’s arms, back-to-back. Kicking out her left leg, Cynthia suddenly launched herself forward, YANKING Murray from her moorings and depositing her on her head and shoulders with a Backslide Driver.
BACKSLIDE DRIVER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=OnH0rZDIZ4g
The blonde went tumbling through the impact and up to her knees, Mina swaying there with a bowed head and glazed eyes. Climbing to her feet, Mitchell charged toward her prey, pulling Murray up with a handful of hair. Spinning the Scandalous stunner so that Mina presented the Cyn-Ful One her back, Cynthia reached an arm around her throat from behind, drawing the blonde back in a somewhat awkward arch. Then, for the second time in the space of about thirty seconds, Mitchell brought her left leg sweeping into the air. On this occasion, she brought her succulent gam crashing down onto Murray’s bosom, driving the blonde to the canvas with her Cardinal Cyn. Keeping her leg in place, Cynthia gathered up Murray’s outside stem to score the...
CARDINAL CYN:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=QTSYcL0_b6o
ONE...
TWO...
THRNOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!
Again, Murray bucked loose--but with a significantly narrower margin than a moment ago.
Rising, Cynthia stepped over her sprawled opposition, pausing just long enough to blow a taunting kiss toward an increasingly incensed Lucy Harker. Then, clutching the top rope, the Cyn-Ful One propelled herself into the air, landing on the rubber coated steel before launching herself higher in an exquisite, graceful flip. Mitchell’s journey ended with her tummy ‘THWAAAP’ing down across Mina’s, the blonde’s body jackknifing around Cynthia’s in the wake of her Springboard Moonsault. Again, the FAWN Original claimed a leg...
SPRINGBOARD MOONSAULT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=ThxpvI3gSrk
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TWO...
THRE..
“OOOOOOOOPPPPPPPPPHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!”
Sometimes, it took a heel to outfox another heel. Cynthia’s kiss had been more than just a taunt--it had been an invitation. And, with her fully expecting Lucy to come into the ring, the Cyn-Ful One was able to zone out the official’s voice, the sound and vibration of his slaps, AND the cheers of the FAWNatics. Mitchell only had ears for the sound of Harker’s charge, and the moment she heard and felt Lucy leave her feet, Cynthia dropped Mina’s leg and rolled away, leaving Murray’s taut midriff to receive the double axehandle that had been intended for the Terrible Tar Heel’s back.
As a gagging, sputtering Murray rolled to her side, Lucy remained on her knees, wide-eyed in horror, both hands plunging into her dark locks. “Mina...” Harker gasped, looking alarmingly pale for someone normally so healthily tanned. “Oh, Mina sweetheart, I am SOOOOOO sorry...”
“Lucy,” the referee said, with a surprising touch of sensitivity, “you need to leave the ring now.”
Harker gave a shockingly muted nod of her head before pushing off her knees, but as she turned toward her corner, she got a little more than she bargained for--namely, Cynthia’s sole, Mitchell’s Super Kick sending the brunette crashing to the mat and rolling out of the ring. With one half of Scandalous dispatched, the Cyn-Ful One turned her attention to the other, as a groaning Mina struggled to rise. It took some effort, but before long, Murray began to straighten up...
... and received one HELL of a reward for all her troubles. Charging toward the beautiful blonde, Cynthia launched herself into the air, reaching her right arm across Mina’s chest. Grabbing hold, the Cyn-Ful One kicked out her legs and threw ALL her weight backward with every ounce of force she could summon, introducing Murray’s face to the mat with authority and giving her a sharp taste of some Carolina Blues.
CAROLINA BLUES:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=U2tn1-20BAc
Forsaking any attempt at a pin-fall, Mitchell hairhauled Mina up to a wobbly vertical base, holding the blonde stooped as she spun her back to Murray’s shoulder, Cynthia swiftly wrapped her left arm around her opponent’s neck and kicked her left leg back between the Scandalous lass’ parted stems. Momentum created, the Terrible Tar Heel went extremely vertical, her back resting against Mina’s shoulder as her legs shot toward the rafters. Gravity did the rest of the work, harshly pulling Mitchell down to her tush--and Cynthia BLASTING Murray’s face into the canvas with her Standing Bulldog. The impact sent the blonde flopping over to her back in a jellied starfish, but she wouldn’t stay there long...
Scrambling to her feet, Cynthia grabbed a handful of hair and violently shoved Mina’s noggin between her deceptively strong thighs. There wasn’t time for any verbal jabs, taunts or promises. There wasn’t any time for playing to the FAWNatics. She’d made GOOD contact with that Super Kick but she couldn’t count on that keeping Harker down too much longer. So, the Cyn-Ful One locked the blonde’s arms behind her back, hopped into the air and dropped to her knees, the FAWNatics erupting at the sight of the Drop Out in a way that they hadn’t in several, SEVERAL years. Shoveling the senseless Murray over to her back, Cynthia grabbed one leg and used one of her own luscious stems to secure the other, closing her eyes and nodding along as the referee slapped off the...
ONE...
TWO...
THREE...
“NYYYYYYUUUUUUUUUUNNNNNNNNNNNGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”
For Scandalous, the second time proved to be the charm, Mitchell’s skull winding up the recipient of Lucy’s diving Double Axehandle. Still, the impact came close enough that the crowd held its breath, but Cynthia tumbled off her prey with the official’s hand still a little less than an inch above the mat. Harker rose quickly, claiming her own handful of hair and jerking the Cyn-Ful One to her feet. Locking the FAWN Original’s head under her left arm, the brunette secured a handful of purple material and popped her hips, hoisting Mitchell off her feet and into the air. But rather than immediately drop her cargo, Lucy jumped into the air, drawing up her knees and pulling Cynthia into a VICIOUS face-first collision with those bony joints...
BOTCHED NOSE JOB:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=FiRhxmgOcXY
As Cynthia spilled over into a splattered heap, a bit of blood dripping from her nostrils, Lucy rolled over and applied the cover... but the referee shook his head. “Handicap match or not, Harker,” he said, “you’re not legal.”
“Fine,” the brunette pouted, pushing to her feet and grabbing hold of Mina’s wrist. She attempted to drag Murray’s body over to Mitchell, but the official doesn’t stop at a reproachful word this time.
“Out. Of. The. Ring,” the ref snapped, wrapping an arm around Harker’s waist and dragging her back to the Scandalous corner, leaving two spasming wrecks of wrestlers in the middle of the ring.
Laid low in the wake of her opponent’s offense, Murray and Mitchell slowly, slooooowly rolled over onto their stomachs and started crawling toward opposite corners. Only problem was, Cynthia didn’t have a partner. Mina on the other hand had Lucy waiting in the Scandalous quarter, one hand wrapped around the tag rope, the other stretched as far into the ring as possible. If judged as a race, the brunette proved victorious, as she reached her corner a few precious seconds before her adversary. But where Cynthia could only grab the ropes and start hauling herself upright, Murray ‘smacked’ Harker’s eager palm and managed a wary smile when the FAWNatics booed vociferously.
Flying over the top rope with the innate grace of a top-tier Lightweight, Lucy hit the afterburners to cross the ring in no less than half a dozen long strides. Cynthia heard the other brunette coming, just as she had before. But with her head still ringing from the Botched Nose Job she could only stumble around and raise her hands to grapple with “NNNNNNNGGGGGHH!” Harker leapt, leaned back and drilled both boots into Cyn’s chest. Blown off her feet by the John Woo Dropkick, Mitchell flew backward and BWUUUNGED spine-first into the turnbuckles. The impact knocked Cynthia out of her corner and put her on her knees, a position she occupied for all of two seconds, which was the time it took Lucy to haul her upright.
JOHN WOO DROPKICK
www.youtube.com/watch?v=6L_GWlsZfh8&spfreload=10
“So close, slut.” Harker hissed. “Guess that makes you the most successful loser in that stopped up toilet you call a family.” Mitchell’s answering snarl devolved into a stunned yelp when the Scandalous brunette stepped away, dropped a shoulder and sent her racing across the squared circle. Cynthia hit right next to Mina, who’d hauled herself to boot leather only a few seconds prior.
Hands up to keep the official from bothering her, Murray shot Harker a look that said ‘End this bytch.’ Lucy was way ahead of her, the evil-eyed brunette practically on her prey’s heels. The Cyn-Ful One spun a half circle a heartbeat or two before she slammed into the buckles. This allowed her a perfect view of Lucy’s knees, both of which THWHUMPED into her tits immediately thereafter. Leaning against Cynthia to keep her from Flair Flopping to the mat, Harker focused on Murray and asked, “Feeling up for a little action, dear?”
“Oh yes. Cyndy Loo Shytbag has tried my patience like few others.”
So Lucy tagged her in, then snatched a handful of hair and marched Mitchell a few steps away from the corner. Then she snuggled in against Cynthia’s left side and stuffed her head under the other woman’s arm. Her right hand reached up between Mitchell’s legs, snatched hold of her dangling left wrist and pulled it tight. A short distance away, Mina turned her right shoulder toward Cyn, hopped forward and THWHACKED a retaliatory Super Kick against the point of her chin. Lucy hoisted her up as soon as the kick connected, then laid out on her back to THWHAM Mitchell onto the back of her head and shoulders courtesy a slam she called ‘That’s Slander!’
THAT'S SLANDER & SUPER KICK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=0h33BnOCOHM
Cynthia rolled through to a seat, reached for the ropes (which were well removed from her grasp) and crumpled onto her back all in the span of heartbeats. The ref turned to Lucy in anticipation of ordering her back to the apron, so imagine his surprise when he saw her halfway through the ropes already. Mina could not have cared less about the zebra’s gaze, she’d already shoveled Mitchell onto her back and planted a foot on either side of her hips. “Should’ve let us have our fun with your little sister, pig.” Murray snapped once she’d reached down and snatched hold of Cyn’s biceps. “It would’ve been a one and done, but since you stuck your nose in our business we’re gonna go back and rub her out once your washed-up ass is on the scrap heap.”
Using the bicep grip to lift Mitchell’s upper body off the mat, Mina dragged her toward the Scandalous corner and dropped to her knees. “And speaking of keeping your nose out of our business…” the blonde draped Cynthia’s arms over the smooth, tanned planes of her thighs, then reached forward and tagged Lucy back into the fray. Hands cupped under Mitchell’s chin, Mina wrenched back on the Camel Clutch and told her partner, “Do be so kind as to show this bytch the only place her nose belongs when we share a ring.”
Oh so happy to oblige, Lucy spun around and made a show of tugging the bottom edges of her one-piece up in a self inflicted wedgie. Cyn shook her head ‘no’ as hard as she could, unfortunately that wasn’t very much thanks to the blonde’s Chinlock. She was in the midst of shouting a denial when Harker thrust her ass backward, the cleft of those heart-shaped glutes welcoming Mitchell’s protesting mug in a truly scandalizing Stink Face. Nose deep in the Smell of Scandal, Cynthia whined, moaned and writhed, none of which did a damned thing to free her from their salacious clutches. Relief only came when the ref reached ‘FOUR!’ upon which Mina relinquished the Clutch and strutted out onto the apron.
Lucy ‘flicked’ her briefs back into place and gouged the tip of one boot between Mitchell’s shoulders. “Beg for our mercy, brat. Beg and maybe we won’t put you in the hospit--”
The Terrible Tar Heel rolled out from under her attacker’s domineering foot and rose to her knees. “Kiss my ass, Harker.” she rasped. “You AND that other rat-faced traNNNNGGHHHH!”
Lucy pivoted and THWHACKED her left foot off Mitchell’s cheek in a head-swiveling Low Super Kick. “I think she’s almost done, Meens.” the brunette smirked as she tagged her partner in yet again. “A little bit more tenderizing and she’s all yours.”
“You are a pillar of generosity Lucy dear.” Approaching their victim as one, Scandalous buried two hands in Cynthia’s hair and scraped her up in a series of jerks and tugs. Cooing conciliatory nothings to the nattering official, Lucy and Mina sidled in behind Cynthia and slipped an arm under her biceps (Harker the left, Mina the right) then locked their fingers to secure a tandem Full Nelson. Their free hands reached across the woozy brunette’s lower back at a sharp diagonal, all the better to snatch hold of her waistband. Lucy and Mina yanked Cyn’s butt floss a little higher just because they could, then dropped low and popped their hips in stereo to THAWHAM Mitchell onto the back of her skull as the latest victim of the Morningsidewinder.
MORNINGSIDEWINDER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=dux6YbpMjkw
Harker rolled under the bottom rope without complaint while Mina knee-walked over to their splattered victim. “Know what you are these days, Mitchell?” Murray snarled after she’d seized the brunette’s left wrist hauled her to verticality. “You’re not a hero, you’re not a villain, you’re not even tabloid fodder or scandal bait. All you are is the message we’re going to send the rest of the Tag Team Division.”
“Guhhh… go f*ck yourself, buttercUPPHGGHHH!”
Mina shoved her backward with a rough Shoulderblock, then yanked her forward and dove into a Baseball slide that sent her through Mitchell’s wobbly stems. Springing up on the other side, Murray reached back the way she’d came, laid ownership to Cynthia’s free wrist and brought it through to join its twin. Double Pumphandle complete, Mina thrusts her hips forward and grinds a slow, nonsense pattern on her opponent’s vulnerable tush. This brought a grudging cheer from the crowd, one that was quickly consumed by sympathetic groans when Murray spun Cynthia up n’ over, a tidy little flip that was perfect for catching the former World Champion’s calves under her armpits. She sat out in time with the assertion of gravity, Mina adding her own weight and momentum to the bone-jarring THWHUMP that planted Mitchell flush on the back of her head and shoulders. With Cyn folded in half by the Compromising Position, Murray hooked her heels over the brunette’s biceps and craaaaaaanked those upturned buns back a little farther to make sure everyone had a great angle of beaten ass while the ref counted…
COMPROMISING POSITION @ 00:05
www.youtube.com/watch?v=OkrF7smdrzk&spfreload=10
ONE…
TWO…
THREE!
“Ladies and gentlemen,” the announcer informed a thoroughly disappointed yet not at all shocked crowd, “your winner, via pinfall... SCCCAAANNNDDDAAALLLOOOUUUSSS!!!!!”
Mina rolled away from the wreckage of the Cyn-Ful One, allowing the referee to raise her hand as she got to her feet. But Lucy Harker clearly had other ideas, peeling Cynthia off the mat before stuffing the FAWN Original’s head under her right arm. When the brunette then scooped up Mitchell’s right leg behind her thigh, the official chided her, “C’mon, Harker, she’s done...”
Instead of listening to the man, Lucy hoisted her opponent airborne, then sat out--SPIKING the Cynful One’s head and shoulder between her parted stems, Cynthia falling victim to the Scandalmonger. Harker kept possession of the Terrible Tar Heel’s gam, while Mina Murray pushed away from the referee, dropping to the mat and slapping off an additional, unofficial...
SCANDALMONGER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=qbsEg3Ae68E
ONE...
TWO...
THREE!!!!
Tossing Cynthia’s leg away, Harker accepting the helping hand off her BFF... and then, for a second time, scraped the sweat-drenched carcass of the Cyn-Ful One off the mat. This time, the referee started to take a step toward Lucy and her chew toy, but Mina cut him off. And as the brunette set her feet and launched Mitchell toward the far corner with an Irish whip, a beaming Murray mussed the zebra’s locks. “Don’t you worry your grotesque little head,” the blonde assured him. “We aren’t going to KILL her or anything. As those down home Carolina folks say, if we kill her, she don’t learn nothin’...”
Turning away from the referee, Mina placed a hand on Harker’s shoulder. “Lucy, darling,” Murray smiled, “you’re doing a fantabulous job... but would you allow me the honors? I’d like to VERY personally pay back one of the indignities she heaped on you earlier.”
The brunette cocked an eyebrow. “You mean, an even bigger indignity than sharing a ring with her?”
“Marginally, yes.”
“By all means,” Harker replied, stepping aside to allow her partner to settle into position directly in front of Cynthia, seated in a woozy heap in far corner. “Be my guest.”
“You’re too kind,” Murray responded, then without another word took off in a sprint toward the Cyn-Ful One. Leaving her feet, Mina grabbed the top rope with both hands, one on either side of the top turnbuckle, and muscled herself up into a handstand--one she held for close to five seconds, before swooping down and slamming her undercarriage into Cynthia’s mug, subjecting the Cynful One to an Extreme Makeover.
Mitchell’s features received a thorough buffeting, thanks to a good baker’s dozen pelvic thrusts from the blonde. Eventually dismounting, Mina grabbed a handful of Cynthia’s locks, tugging the FAWN Original up to her hands and knees. “Guys,” an exasperated referee sighed, only to be interrupted by Lucy Harker.
“Surely, even someone as dense as you should realize by now that your services are no longer required,” the brunette told him. “And I’m sure I don’t have to tell you how much Bethany is likely to LOVE the buzz and all the press FAWN will be receiving tomorrow from the little lesson we’re imparting. So, you have two choices. You can either leave the ring NOW, voluntarily... or WE can send you OUT of the ring. Your choice.”
The ref’s eyes darted from Harker’s to Mina’s, and then down to the form of a crawling Cynthia Mitchell, the Scandalous blonde using the Cyn-Ful One’s hair as a leash to lead her to the center of the ring. Reluctantly, the official shrugged his shoulders and headed toward the ropes, earning a resounding round of jeers from the crowd. Meanwhile, Mina YANKED Mitchell up to her feet, the FAWN Original left doubled over, hands on her thighs...
... which proved to be the worst possible position for her to be in, as Lucy leapt onto the Cyn-Ful One’s back. As Mina went over to the ropes and beckoned for a microphone, Harker claimed Cynthia’s wrists and cranked back on her arms, lifting them behind Mitchell’s back as Lucy’s boots hooked around her opponent’s thighs.
RODE HARD, PUT AWAY WET @1:07:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=dVWmVlHyCpE
Agony wrenched the FAWN Original back into the land of the living, Cynthia’s legs trembling--and yet, remarkably, they continue to support both Mitchell herself and Harker. “Nice to see you again,” Mina said as she approached the duo, her voice coming over the arena sound system--and the closer she got to Mitchell, the more the Cyn-Ful One’s wails and cries wafted over them as well. “It’s been too long, really. I mean, you did a good job, kinda. Creating this persona of Cynthia Mitchell the badass. It was pretty convincing... sort of.” The blonde paused, smirking before asking, “Any comment?”
Murray tilted the stick toward Cynthia, but the only sound it picked up was a tormented wail.
“But THIS,” Mina continued, “THIS is the real you, and it always has been. Cynthia Mitchell, the not-good-enough. The Cynthia Mitchell left stripped and dumped on an announce table by Chrissy Daniel. The Cynthia Mitchell that LaKeisha Bates damn near put in the hospital. The Cynthia Mitchell that lost to DESIRE THE FUCKING SCHOOLGIRL!”
Again, Mina cocked the mic toward Cynthia. “GYYYYYYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAFFFFUUUUUUUGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!” Mitchell’s scream played over the speakers.
“And then, of course, there’s my favorite Cynthia,” the blonde taunted once she’d brought the microphone back her way. “And that’s Cynthia Mitchell, Maeve and Moira Kane’s BYTCH! And considering how Maeve and Moira are OUR bytches... really, could this have ended any other way?”
A smirking Mina tilted the mic once again. “Care to comment?”
“AAAGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSTTTTTTTTTAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP!!!!!!!!!” the Cynful One shrieked. “PUUUUHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHLLLLLLLLLLLLLEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAASSSSSSSSSSSEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! LEEEEEEEEEEEMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEGGGGUUUUUUUUUUUOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!”
“Awwwwwwwwwwwwwww,” Murray cooed, reaching out her free hand to pinch Cynthia’s cheek. “So cute. And I’m sure Lucy will be GLAD to let you go... once you say you’re sorry. You’re sorry for sticking your nose where it didn’t belong. You’re sorry for not letting us teach your disgusting, talentless little sister the VERY important life lesson that, until she knows how to swim, she should stay in the shallow end of the pool.”
Murray tilted the microphone, but it was still able to pick up the blonde’s remark: “Say it.”
All Mitchell did was scream.
“SAY IT!” Mina repeated.
“GYYYYYYYYYYEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!” the Cynful One added, her voice trembling as she added, “GUUUUUUUUHHHHHHHHHHHFFFFFUUUUUUUUGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHYYYYYUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!”
“Oooooooooooooh,” Murray winced. “I’m afraid that’s the WRONG answwwwuuuuuggghhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!”
Mina dropped the microphone--the result of a double axehandle SLAMMING into her lower back. “Mina, darling?” Lucy grunted, letting go of the Cynful One’s wrists and allowing Cynthia to tumble off her back. As quickly as she could, the brunette spun around--but she wasn’t able to get a look at her attacker before her head was locked underneath the newcomer’s right arm. The intruder then lifted Harker off her feet, pivoting one hundred and eighty degrees before falling backward and DRILLING the crown of Lucy’s skull into the mat with a Spinning Implant DDT!
As a moaning Harker rolled toward the ropes, her attacker scrambled to her feet quickly--quick enough to bury a boot into the pit of a risen Mina Murray’s stomach. Pivoting away from the blonde, she reached over her shoulder, claiming Mina’s noggin and lifting her off her feet with a Snapmare--but instead of depositing Murray on her bum, she laid out, executing the neckbreaker that comprised Sophie’s Choice.
SOPHIE’S CHOICE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=L8Kui00u2Sw
SOPHIE MITCHELL:
Mina went tumbling toward the bottom rope herself, Lucy Harker reaching back into the ring to pull her BFF to safety. And together, the duo backpedaled as Sophie charged the ropes. “MANIA!” the eldest Mitchell shouted, pointing a finger in the direction of Scandalous. “YOU TWO!” She then swept her arm back, toward her fallen sister. “US TWO! THINK YOU BYTCHES CAN DO JUST AS WELL WITH THE ODDS EVEN?”
Mitchell didn’t wait for an answer. Instead, she drifted back toward Cynthia, helping her little sister up to a seated position. “... Soph?” the Cynful One croaked, eyes blinked, her voice rather uncharacteristically small.
“Shhhhhhh...” Sophie cooed, pulling Cynthia into a hug and placing a light kiss on Cynthia’s forehead... but never letting her eyes leave the two jackals in the aisle.