Post by alyadmirer on Oct 20, 2015 6:53:49 GMT
The sound of The Clash fills the arena and, if anyone though sympathy would be flowing for the backstabbed blonde, a torrent of jeers puts that idea to rest in a hurry.
The former newly dismissed Associate and FAWN World Champion shoves through the curtains and takes a spot center stage. She hops in place, lips pursed and frowning. The Hawkeye gazes sternly at the multitudes heaping their disdain and tossing less than complimentary remarks regarding her considerable lack of intelligence.
Silently, Sanders travels the ramp and aisle with microphone in one hand and still present Louis Vuitton handbag in the other. The former fan favorite wears a black one-piece, black leather belt around her midriff, black lace covering her shoulders and upper arms, the Iowan apparently going all in with Vuitton, sporting designer togs as well. She finishes things off with black boots and pads.
The Clash continues…
“So alone I keep the wolves at bay…
And there’s only one thing I can say..ayy…ayy…
You didn’t stand by me…
No not at all…
You didn’t stand by me…
No way”
Reaching the ring, a large poster is stuffed in her elfin features “Kharma’s a bitch and tonight Wendy will make you hers”. Sanders swipes for the posterboard but comes up empty.
Energized by the hate, the previously downcast Ky circles the ring, jawing with the haters. She places her French accessory on the floor gingerly and rises up the steps as the ring announcer announces her arrival while the blonde’s accompaniment fades.
“Tonight’s next match is scheduled for one fall with a 30-minute time limit. Standing five feet four inches tall and weighing in at 115 pounds, from Pleasant Valley, Iowa…KYLIE SANDERS!”
The crowd doubles its enmity and volume as Sanders slips through the ropes and claims the center of the ring. She lifts the microphone to pink, pastel lips.
“As you might have noticed, this isn’t the Mania match I was expecting to be in.”
Wonder of wonders, Kylie draws cheers from the sellout crowd. Sanders nods with a smirk.
“You and those associated losers better enjoy it while you can. I’m not done. Portia. Among the MANY mistakes you’ve made in your life…this is the biggest.”
A chant erupts from the crowd that turns Kylie’s face sour. “TROLL…TROLL…TROLL!”
“Shut the hell up before I go out there and slap each and every last one of you.”
The blonde covers her ears as the chants grow. Finally, she has no choice but to try and out-volume the assembled.
“As an example to every member of this roster, you are going to enjoy watching me dismantle Wendy Smith. I wanted to do this months ago. It was all Portia’s idea to wait. Not mine.”
The FAWNatics seem mightily unconvinced as they groan in unison.
“The PA Pussy earned what she’s getting tonight. I’m going to make this schooling overshadow every single craptacular title match on the card.”
Kylie tosses the stick away and proceeds to her corner, the FAWNatics giving her a final set of catcalls before turning to the upper stage.
After the Turncoat blonde makes her way to the ring the ring announcer does not make the fans wait long. “Ladies and gentlemen. Introducing, hailing from Altoona Pennsylvania, she stands at five feet three inches tall and weighs in tonight at one hundred and twenty-three pounds. She is the Suplex Machine, and she is the only two time FAWN Lightweight Champion… THE PA POWERHOUSE …WENDY SMITH!”
Fans of throws and hot brunettes were already on their feet by the time…
Paramore’s ‘Misery Business’
www.youtube.com/watch?v=36ZOfeQKXUs
It wasn’t too long thereafter that the lightweight stalwart and pocket hurricane came breezing through the curtain. Coming to a stop at the top of the ramp Wendy simply stops throwing up her fists and offering a bellowed, “YEEEEAAAH!” The greeting was thrown back at her a thousand-fold. It seems like Wendy as always, she’s looks fired up she bounces around with boundless energy. The brunette wears a black FAWN t-shirt covering her choice of togs, she moves to the center of the ramp and crosses her arms grabbing the bottom edge of the t-shirt asking, “YOU GUYS READY!”
The FAWN crowd roars, The PA Powerhouse jerks the t-shirt over her head and throws it out into the crowd. Wendy is clad in a black sports bra up top, her bottoms are a wrestling singlet that is a baby blue color with two thin straps running up over her powerful shoulders, the singlet is little more than booty shorts with suspenders. On the front just below her navel are a pair crossed of sledge hammers, a closer look shows the letters N.G.N stamped on the heads of the hammers.
The FAWNatics cheer their approval as Wendy is making her way down the ramp at a brisk pace, Smith slaps a few hands, but then begins sprinting down the runway. The FAWNatics cheer the bouncing brunette on as she dives into the ring under the bottom rope. Smith pops to her feet quickly and makes a bee-line for the Pleasant Valley Princess. Kylie drops down rolling out of the ring rather than start the match before the official bell. Sanders dismissively waves at the Suplex Machine, ordering the referee, “Get that dog under control.”
The crowd begins chanting, “TROLL…TROLL…TROLL!” Kylie covers her ears and stomps trying to shout over the crowd for their silence.
A hand on her shoulder keeps Wendy from exiting the ring and going after Kylie. Smith obeys the ref and steps back yelling at Kylie as she backs away, “Was it worth it Ky? Being Portia beyotch and turning your back on everyone?”
Wendy moves to the center of the ring waiting, she’ll get her hands on Kylie soon enough.
Sanders raises and waves an index finger. "No...no...no. VanBuren was my bytch and she knew it. She had to pay off her little lap dogs to screw me." The rationalization isn't going very far with the fans who continue to chant until Sanders climbs the steps and reenters, all the while demanding the official keep Smith well back. Kylie sweeps her shoulder-length platinum locks back and launches a wad of saliva in Wendy's direction that comes up a few inches short. "Chew you up. Spit you out. And moving back to the top, slut!"
Even though the spittle didn’t have the distance Wendy backed up, the referee stops Smith from coming forward after allowing Kylie to climb back into the ring. The referee waits until Sanders is fully in the ring and standing up right, he spins and calls for the bell. Wendy is off like a shot, but Kylie ducks her head and puts her torso between the top and middle ropes yelling again, “Keep her back!” Wendy runs into Kylie pressing against her body, but doesn’t attack as the referee steps in ordering, “Let her out of the ropes Wendy!” The Suplex Machine pushes against the blonde, but turns to answer the zebra and Kylie’s hand flashes up her thumb catching Wendy’s left eye. Wendy staggers back hand over her eye as the crowd boos, and Kylie smirks as she slips out from between the ropes and moves after the semi blinded brunette.
Sanders quickly surrounds Smith's noggin with a side headlock, forcing the dark-haired beauty to stoop as Smith's head and neck are twisted from side to side in Kylie's control. The elfin blonde switches her grip and energetically hiptosses Wendy to her backside. The instant booty touches canvas, Kylie is off like a shot to the ropes in front of the bountiful brunette. Rebounding back at the Powerhouse, the Hawkeye lines up Smith's chest like she's kicking a game-winning 50-yard field goal, perhaps hoping to boot one bosom right out of its lycra container and through the uprights.
Her breasts jiggling as she lands on her backside, Wendy still wipes at her eye trying to clear her vision. Kylie rebounds and lines up her approach and BOOOM! Smith cries out as her boob is flattened against her ribcage the flesh bulging on impact. The small sports bra barely contains the rolling breast as Wendy slams into the canvas flat on her back. Kylie makes a show of her early control, clearly the fans where wrong about her skills and Sanders is letting them know. Wendy still down tugs at her top to make sure nothing is out that shouldn’t be.
And Wendy's modesty allows Sanders to try and press her advantage. Racing to the ropes on Wendy's left, Ky throws her slender frame into the cables and bounds back toward the curvy brunette. Rising up as she closes the gap, Kylie leaps and extends her legs in front of her as she launches, the blonde plummeting toward a double legdrop across Smith's neck and chest.
Shapely gams crash down across Smith’s neck and cleavage pinning her upper body to the canvas as her legs jackknife off the canvas and fall back down with a THUD! Kylie enjoys her seat for a moment leaving her thighs atop Wendy. The PA Powerhouse shoves aside the ivory thighs rolling to her side, the crowd continues to boo and jeer the turncoat. Wendy crawls out from under Kylie, but her movements are slow giving Sanders time to come up with her next attack.
Ky hops to her boot leather and circles Wendy like a shark on the prowl, but she addresses the crowd instead. "You looking at this piece of meat?" Kylie shouts, pointing at Smith. "She was going to make me her bytch?! You Florida pond scum still don't get Kylie Sanders, do you?" Kylie dips and snatches the brunette's ankles, spinning Wendy to her back. She lifts the lower limbs high and wide. "Ummm...should I?" Kylie doesn't wait for the answer from the FAWNatics, wickedly stomping Wendy's crotch. With Smith groaning, Wendy's hands moving to protect her throbbing center, Kylie starts to rotate and turn Wendy in the process, quickly halfway toward settling in a reverse straddle/crouch to torture Smith's legs and back with a Boston Crab.
Kylie is beaming as she pulls back on those short stockier limbs, bouncing her body to add to the agony of the Boston Crab. The PA Powerhouse has to work her arms out from under her body before she can begin working on an escape. Smith gets her hands on the canvas out wide and pushes up lifting her torso off the canvas and begins crawling for the ropes. Sanders drops Wendy’s left leg going to a single leg crab to try to slow the brunette’s progress. It does cause a pause, but the Suplex Machine keeps moving. Sanders reaches down with her free hand gripping Wendy’s sweet spot and squeezing to bring her movements to a halt. Wendy groans as her womanly part comes under attack, but even that can’t stop her completely as she puts one hand out and drags her and Kylie closer to the ropes. Finally Smith reaches out and wraps her hand around the bottom rope, the referee orders Ky to break the hold.
A frustrated Sanders waits for a full count of four before throwing Wendy's legs to the canvas, the brunette's knees banging off the mat. The platinum blonde turns to face her foe and the fans. She raises her arms high and wide. "People thought I was afraid to face this?" Ky gives Wendy a boot to the bum. "She's a stepping stone back to the championship." As Smith pulls herself up, Kylie grabs a wrist and tugs her away from the protection of the cables, Dipping, she swings an arm through Wendy's legs and pops the Powerhouse onto her shoulders. Those who believe Kylie is going for an early PVD are, at least for the moment, are in error as Sanders starts to turn her chesty, dark-haired propellor, ready to take Wendy for an airplane spin.
Before takeoff Wendy slams her elbow into the side of the blonde’s head, delaying departure. Kylie’s legs quiver, she almost loses her balance, but stays upright and hangs on to her load. Smith drives a second elbow to the temple, this time Sander’s arms loosen and the brunette slips from her grasp. Wendy slides down the Iowan’s back, here boots hitting the canvas as she shoves Ky into the ropes. The most recent former FAWN champ hits the cables and staggers back into the waiting arms of the Suplex Machine, the crowd explodes as Wendy catches the elfin blonde around the waist with one arm and grabs a handful of ivory thigh with the other hand. Kylie’s face turns to shocked surprise when she realizes she’s set up for the belly to back suplex.
Backdrop Suplex:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=lfnhS3FVNCE
As Sanders elevates, her hazel eyes pop wide. The Hawkeye is launched HIGH onto Wendy's shoulders and chest. She's overturned as she heads to the mat, her head and shoulders leading the way. Kylie takes the first entrance to FAWN's version of Suplex City as Wendy bridges to keep Kylie piled on her shoulders. The wincing Ky folds on top of herself. toes touching the canvas abover her head, and fidgets through ONE and TWO before flopping onto her side before THREE, the crowd groaning in disappointment, though when Wendy rises next to Sanders, who's up to hands and knees, the regret quickly dissipates.
Kylie tries moving towards the ropes, crawling towards the safety. Wendy catches up in a step or two hooking a hand inside Sanders belt, pulling the blonde back towards the center of the ring. Smith growls, “Stepping Stone? Really? You think you can step on me?” Wendy forces her former friend to her feet, Kylie breaks free trying to back off begging, “Wendy…You know I didn’t mean…It’s all Portia’s fault!” The blonde drops to her knees pleading, but her true attentions are quickly revealed as she sends a forearm up between the brunette’s thighs. Kylie is disappointed though as Wendy expected as much from the blonde and catches her arm with both hands stopping the low blow. Kylie is begging off again as Smith pulls her up twisting her arm, the PA Powerhouse now plans to snap Sanders arm over each of her shoulders as punishment for the attempted low blow.
Smith tugs Kylie's right arm in whiplash fashion over her right shoulder. The wicked snap sends a pulse of pain through the blonde's limb and she cradles it close, only for the curvy brunette to snatch her opposite arm and do likewise across her opposite shoulder. Sanders howls in pain, both of her pop 'guns' hanging limp at her side, Ky wincing as she tries to shake out the ache and regaining their use.
The FAWNatics approve the PA Powerhouse taking control of the match, Kylie in full reverse as she tries to get the feeling back in her arms. Smith stands smirking at the hurting blonde for a moment before rushing Ky and driving her back into the turnbuckles. The Sanders’s starts calling for the break even before she’s pressed against the pads. Wendy takes the turncoats arms flipping them over the top rope and reaching between the top and middle strands. The referee orders Wendy to back off, but the brunette pulls on both of Kylie’s arms. The referee starts to count, but Smith just puts her boot in the middle of the blonde’s stomach and pulls harder trying to rip her arms off, and presumably beat her with them. It looks like Wendy might just risk a disqualification as the ref shouts “FOUR!”, instead the brunette stalwart releases her hold and turns running to mid ring. The PA Powerhouse lines up her approach and races back looking to crush the former fan fav with a Stinger Splash.
The limp Kylie slumps into the buckles. She tries and finally succeeds in swinging her aching arms over the top ropes. But by the time it's accomplished, Smith is halfway through her charge. Kylie tries to evacuate the corner and gets a step out before the brunette launches into an avalanche that crushes Kylie beneath. The chest of the Powerhouse slams into Sanders' face, burying it as the body of the blonde is rocked by the Splash. As Wendy bounces away, she lets a dazed Kylie stagger out of the corner. The former World Champ makes a drunken 180 to head back in Wendy's direction and levels a wobbly haymaker of a right Wendy easily ducks. As she does, she snuggles up close to Kylie, her arms encircling Sanders' chest under the blonde's arms. With a practiced ease, Smith launches Kylie in a belly-to-belly and, with the duo in closer proximity to the corner, the Hawkeye's head and shoulders hit mat, but the rest of her torso and legs thump into the lower half of the corner buckles.
After the crash landing Kylie oozes down the turnbuckles to a puddle on the canvas. The Suplex Machine is back on her feet before Sanders finishes sinking down. The crowd starts shouting out requests for suplexes, Wendy passes on them for now. She hairhauls the Hawkeye to her feet and shocks everyone with her next move. Kylie shakes her head ‘no’ as she’s lifted up on to the top turnbuckle, sitting there she knows the NGN is on Wendy’s mind. Smith steps back to continue the move, but Kylie’s legs are still working and like the corner animal she is the blonde shoots out the black Louis Vuitton boot kicking Wendy in the rack. Wendy tries force her way in anyways taking two more kicks to the bosom before she turns moving away. Many of the crowd try warning the brunette as Kylie stands on the middle strand with Wendy’s back exposed to her.
Having earned a chance to turn things around, Sanders leaps off the middle ropes. She reaches for Wendy's noggin as she flies by on Smith's right side and corrals the cranium enough to force Wendy down with her. And while Sanders' ass hits the canvas when she lands, Wendy's forehead THUNKS against the deck courtesy of the leaping bulldog. The crowd silenced, Kylie sits next to the splayed Wendy, drawing in deep breaths. When Smith starts to struggle up, Ky rotates to a reverse straddle of the brunette's waistline. She butt bumps Wendy back flat to the mat and raises her right arm high, curling her digits menacingly. A few in the crowd react on instinct, chanting "FARM...HAND" though they are quickly drowned out by renewed shouts of 'TROLL...TROLL...TROLL." A furious Kylie’s responds by sinking her fingers deep into the muscle and nerve bundle just below the curve of Wendy's tawny cheek, Kylie infamous hammy clamp on display for all the poor saps supporting the PA Outhouse.
The FAWNatics change their chant from just ‘TROLL’ to ‘TROLL PAW’ Smith buries her head into the canvas as she tries to fight the pain in the joint and the numb feeling running down her leg. Farmhand or Troll Paw no matter what it’s called the effect is painful to the brunette trapped on her tummy. Wendy knows she can’t just remain motionless as Ky digs her strong grip into her hinge. Smith shakes her head in frustration or just to pump herself up as she plants her forearms and begins the slow drag to the ropes. Kylie demands her former friend give up every few seconds, and gives her claw an extra pulse of crushing power. Wendy refuses both the blonde and the referee, she now adds her free leg to the efforts to propel herself to the ropes. The PA Powerhouse reaches out and finally is able to wrap her hand around the bottom rope. The referee starts to ask Kylie, but the blonde has already done so. The Hawkeye though quickly reapplies the hold, this time to the center of the busty brunette’s trunks. Wendy howls as the underhanded crotch claw digs in, the referee begins counting, but that’s only a small help to Smith at the moment.
Kylie tears in for a full four seconds before relenting to the referee's demands. The elfin blonde pushes to her feet and takes a victorious lap around the squared circle. Amidst proving Portia's claims she was a faux World Champ wrong, not to mention show the accusations she was frightened to face Smith to be BS, Sanders soaks in her success and lets the former Corps member know all about it. Kylie walks back to the rising Wendy. "Never fall for your own hype, Wendy. Unlike me, you don't live up to it." Wrapping her arms around the brunette from behind, Kylie tries to rip Smith away from the protective ropes and show the Suplex Machine how a proper German variety is done.
Kylie’s face turns a bright red as she tries to lift the brunette, and Wendy doesn’t budge. It’s not that Sanders couldn’t lift Smith, but right now the PA Powerhouse has her arms hooked under the top rope keeping Ky from lifting her. The former World Champ frustrated at being denied brings her right arm back around to hammer away at the broad back of the brunette. After loosening Wendy’s grip Kylie presses her front into Smith’s back and then not lifting she rolls Wendy backwards over top of the elfin blonde and Ky comes up on top the back of her legs keeping the Suplex Machine folded in half. The referee drops down hard on the canvas and only takes a moment to see that the PA Powerhouse’s shoulders are on the mat.
ONE…
TWO…
KICKOUT!
Wendy’s powerful legs push Kylie enough to allow Wendy to roll to her side and then on to her stomach breaking the pinfall.
Not wasting a second, Kylie scoops Wendy up with a grip on a shoulder strap and her trunks. The platinum blonde bum rushes the wobbly brunette into the nearest corner, making sure Wendy's head slips under the middle buckle. Smith's arms flop over the middle ropes, leaving her in quite the predicament as Sanders strolls to the opposite corner, knowing her Pleasant Valley Ass Kicking is set perfectly. Kylie bounces off the buckles and into a sprint toward Wendy, planning on delivering a dropkick to Smith's ass to put a permanent crick in the neck of her Mania foe
www.youtube.com/watch?v=f4F5OPzNi6I
The Mania crowd still behind the PA Powerhouse call warnings to her and urge her to move as Kylie closes in. Wendy’s light blue buttocks are still turned towards the charging blonde, when Sanders’s boots slam into her backside Smith is compressed her neck jammed into the pad and her spine compacted. Kylie lands on her back and rolls knowing Wendy will be falling into the same place and an instant later the busty brunette does fall right beside the blonde. Kylie grinning spins on her bottom and falls across Wendy’s chest, hooking the far leg so Smith can’t drop an ankle on the ropes for the save. The referee is down and Ky is watching him, because as soon as he’s down the small blonde puts her ankles on the middle strand giving her much more than her flyweight body pushing down on the Suplex Machine’s chest.
ONE…
TWO…
The crowd tries informing the referee, and only just before his hand comes down for the final time does he see the black boots on the strands and orders Kylie to break her pinfall.
Sanders drops out of her pinning attempt and into a heated conversation with the official, offended he made the correct call. With the referee properly chastised, Ky turns her attention to the ragged Smith, Kylie looking sharper in this match than any of her title defenses. Playing up to the competition, the Hawkeye scrapes Wendy off the canvas and bullies the bigger brunette into the ropes, sending her off with an Irish Whip. Or that was the plan. Instead, the PA Powerhouse reverses and it's Sanders off for the ride, Wendy following closely behind. Kylie, seemingly calculating that might be the case, leaps into the middle rope while clutching the top. She turns in a blind 180, soaring into a flying cross body aimed at Smith's chest, Ky planning to drop the curvy Wendy and sandwich her into the deck.
Smith has similar thoughts, she slows her approach and sets her feet as Kylie leaps on to the middle strands. Sanders gets big height on her leap, at her apex she’s nearly a foot above the PA Powerhouse’s head. Wendy may be able to catch the blonde, but that’s risky, so instead of catching the elfin blonde she extends her arms just as Kylie’s body slams into her. Wendy guides Kylie more than catching her and turns the blonde over into a power slam. The Suplex Machine lands on top of the former leader of the Kylie Corps, she would have been in perfect pinning position, but Wendy pops up to her feet after impact. Kylie back arched, hand going to her spine, Smith stumbles back into the ropes bouncing back towards the down blonde. The PA Powerhouse isn’t moving fast, but she thinks Sanders will be in place for a leg drop to soften her up.
Kylie's hazel eyes squint from the pain in her backbone, the impact of the Powerhouse Slam giving her a distinct lack of concentration on anything but the waves of pain from her vertebrae. As her left hand tries to assuage the ache from her spine, Kylie's peepers pop wide when she finally notices the leaping Smith above her. Tanned lower limbs extended, Wendy drops the twin scythes down across Kylie's neck and chest. The Hawkeye spasms in pain from the attack, grasping at her reddening throat as she tries to choke in her next breath. Wendy leaves her legs across the gasping Kylie, the blonde's shoulders flat to the mat for
ONE...
TWO...
and Sanders shoves the limbs away, rolling in the opposite direction as she tries to suck in some much needed oxygen.
Wendy takes a few deep breathes of her own before she returns to vertical, Kylie only just out of arms length is easily caught and hair hauled to her feet. Smith points Sanders at the turnbuckles and with a powerful thrust sends the blonde speeding towards the corner. Kylie’s feet pad across the thinly padded boards, the flyweight on instinct gets turned around to take the buckles to the back. Kylie cries out as her spine which was still feeling the powerslam hits, Wendy moving in shoves the Hawkeye back into the corner. The Suplex Machine brings her thigh up into Ky’s mid section to keep her more sedated, then another and another. After the trio the referee is ordering Wendy back and even started a count, but the PA Powerhouse steps back holding up her hands. Once the referee is satisfied Wendy moves back in hooking her hands inside the neck of the Louis Vuitton outfit and gives a yank trying to pull the outfit apart enough to expose Kylie’s upper chest for some chopping.
Kylie's body folds around the invading knee, great exhales escaping her parted lips with each, each digging deeper into her aching abs. When Wendy steps back at the ref's ordering, Kylie sinks into the corner rather than countering. Smith lifts the blonde's chin with a cupped hand then uses the other to tear the black lace down to Kylie's cleavage. With her foe's skin exposed, Wendy rotates and lets fly with a backhand chop that reverberates through the arena. The impact sends Kylie's feet into the air as she leeeans onto the top buckle. Alas, gravity pulls her back down into chopping range and Wendy lights her up...again...and again. the craaacks reach a full 'TEN' before the ref's had enough. Kylie, who'd reached that point at one, uses the opening to stagger out of the corner and try to make some room between her and the PA Powerhouse.
Wendy allows Ky to go for the stroll, the brunette nodding as the referee reminds her of the rules. Kylie hand pressed to chest pulls it back to see the reddening chest and cleavage, and worse the ruined Louis Vuitton outfit. Smith now gives chase catching Sanders before she reaches the next corner, pulling the blonde around by the shoulder the Suplex Machine bearhugs the Hawkeye. Wendy steps away from the ropes, the PA Powerhouse is a little thicker than the former Associate, but otherwise they are very similar in size. Ky’s cheeks puff as she tries getting air into her lungs past the crushing hold of the Suplex Machine, Wendy ready to fire up the Engine that drives the Suplex Machine and start with an over head Belly to Belly Suplex.
Overhead Belly to Belly Suplex @ 0:23:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=NyuBEnaqyOQ
Sanders' hazel eyes, wide from the breathtaking embrace, grow bigger as Wendy sets for a throw, Ky all too familiar with the stance. Being unable to wriggle free in time is a foregone conclusion and the eflin blonde is LAUNCHED. Kylie flips forward, over the busty brunette's shoulders and hits the deck HARD. Sanders' back arches in pain after she slides to a stop. Moving to a seated position, she grasps at her lower back, pain etched on her features. Quickly determining she's had enough of this treatment, Kylie places her palms on the canvas and starts butt-scooting her way toward the ropes for an escape.
Wendy pops back up to her feet and gives the crowd a sign that things are just getting started. Then she sees Ky trying to make her escape, Smith isn’t about to let that happen. A quick sprint from the brunette cuts off the booty-scooting blonde, taking a handful of sweat matted blonde hair Wendy brings Sanders back to her feet and reels her into a front facelock. The PA Powerhouse hammers a forearm down across the former World Champs sore back. The crowd starts chanting, “SUPLEX CITY!” Wendy smiles as she flips Kylie’s arm over her own broad shoulders, and hooks her hand inside Kylie’s Louis Vuitton belt as she sets her up for a Delayed Vertical Suplex.
On a good day, it's highly doubtful Kylie can straight out throw down with Wendy, but after being tossed in the belly-to-belly, the former Associate barely resists as she's violently tugged into the facelock. Kylie pulls back an elbow to deliver a balled fist into Smith's side, but before she can manage, Wendy's forearm SLAMS into her already aching spinal column. Sanders might have collapsed to a knee if not for Wendy's "assistance", the Powerhouse keeping Kylie in launch mode. Amidst the calls from the crowd about Ky's new location, the platinum blonde is heaved high. Reaching vertical, Sanders' head pointed to the canvas, Wendy stalls the suplex for second after long second, the blood racing to the Hawkeye's braincase for five, ten, fifteen, until finally Wendy follows through and PLANTS Sanders to the deck. Reflexively, Kylie arches, but there's a little glaze in hazel peepers in addition to the pain and there's a distinct lack of scooting.
The FAWNatics are roaring approval as they are enjoying Smith treating their former favorite the way they would like to, Kylie turned on them and now she’s finally paying for it. Wendy climbs back to her feet Sanders rocking in pain as Smith stands over her again. Kylie closes her eyes as Wendy reaches down to pull her back up again, either not wanting to witness things or trying to come up with some escape from Suplex City. The PA Powerhouse forces Ky up to her knees, underhooking her arms there. The crowd cheering even louder as they think they know what’s coming. Wendy locks her hands at the center of Sanders’s back and continues to pull her up for the Royal Butterfly Suplex.
Continuing to show off the strength no lightweight could match, Smith, having captured the flagging Kylie in a reverse full nelson, uses the hold to 'hup' Sanders into her lap. The blonde reflexively wraps her legs weakly around Wendy's waist to take away some of the pressure from her neck. It's exactly what Smith is looking for. She further secures the nelson and bounces with her prey, wrenching the neck of Sanders in the process. Kylie mewls out a soft 'no' as she knows what's coming as well as the crowd. But there's no stopping from the next off-ramp into the 'City' and a roaring Wendy sends the blonde's deadweight up and over with the most impressive suplex yet. Kylie COLLIDES with the canvas, her body shaking. Wendy rolls through her heave of the ho into a crossbody pin for the
ONE...
TWO...
THRNOOO!
The famous (or infamous) ability to survive punishment rears its head and Kylie kicks a shoulder off the deck.
Both women are motionless for several moments, Kylie in pain, Wendy catching her breath before climbing back to her feet. Kylie rolls to her stomach, still surviving, but she is looking disheveled now. Smith brings the blonde back on to her expensive boots, Kylie’s survival mode kicks in again as she gives Smith a small shove and launches a high spin kick at the brunette’s skull. Sanders has made a great career of turning around matches she looked to be out of, but this time she comes up empty as her foot whizzes just above the ducking brunette’s head. Kylie is spun 180 degrees around now facing away from the Suplex Machine. The PA Powerhouse reaches out as she rises back to her full five foot four and clamps her hands on Kylie’s womanhood. Many of the rowdier FAWNatics scream, “PUSSYPLEX!” as Kylie finds yet another exit ramp on the highway around Suplex City. Wendy calls the move her Crowd Favorite Plex.
CROWD FAVORITE PLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=nPPJpswS8Rg
Smith's hands slip between Kylie's thighs, her palms snapping shut into Sanders' privates. The blonde yelps in surprise and not a little bit of pain. Woken from her suplex-induced stupor, Ky rises to tiptoes from the immodest underhanded grip on her crotch. Which only makes it all the easier for The Machine to send Kylie flying again. Wendy gets incredible elevation, shoveling the Hawkeye up and over, the Pussyplex sending Ky to another impact on head and shoulders with enough force she tumbles over to her chest. There Kylie remains, face down, and barely moving, apparently reaching the bad part of town in the 'City'.
It takes Wendy a moment to get up, tossing another woman can get tiring. Kylie is still motionless as Wendy takes a walk around the blonde. Smith’s body is covered in a sheen of sweat, her chest rising and falling as she fuels the Suplex Machine. Kylie groaning and whining a bit as she’s brought back up to her feet, Wendy keeps the blonde facing away from her as she shoots a half-nelson on Ky’s right arm and chickenwings the left. Sanders has found her way to Suplex City, but clearly she can’t find a way out as the Suplex Machine sets up for a Tequila Sunrise Suplex.
TEQUILA SUNRISE SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ts93oddwWRs @ 0:18
Kept upright courtesy the locks on her arms by the bullying brunette, Kylie slumps in Wendy's embrace. The elfin blonde tries to shake out of her increasing lack of consciousness, but she's becoming fly to spider with the sapping suplexes growing in number by the second. Showing a moment of fight, Ky flexes her shoulders to try and break the grip, but against Wendy it's fruitless. The busty brunette drops into a crouch from which she can explode. She does just that, RIPPING Kylie off the deck and sending her foe spilling to head and shoulders again, this time holding on. Sanders ends folded in a cradle as Wendy bridges for the pin, Ky's ass pointed to the rafters for
ONE...
TWO...
and the Iowan tumbles to the side, though the more observant in the crowd question whether it's Kylie who prompts the escape, the recently formerized World Champ looking like a marionette with her strings cut.
Wendy’s reaction does make it look like Kylie slipped free on her own, but Smith doesn’t waste time arguing the count or escape. Wendy is taking deep breaths now, Kylie is pretty much a ragdoll, but Smith looks to be winded. The Suplex Machine is now more methodical, but no less dangerous as the brunette jerks and pulls Kylie back up holding her wrists. Sanders in front of Smith still her arms crossed, her wrist still in the brunette’s grasp as Wendy sets up for the next Suplex on the Menu, the Japanese Ocean Cyclone Suplex.
Japanese Ocean Cyclone Suplex:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ts93oddwWRs @ 0:55
The FAWNatics are having a Mania Field Day now. Watching Kylie lose the World belt was nice for the betrayed members of the Corps, but the fact it was Portia took more than a little away from the full enjoyment. Watching Wendy treat Sanders like a practice dummy on FAWN's biggest stage is a dream come true. The masses cheer wildly as Wendy guides the lolling blonde to her feet, rubbery legs barely helping Wendy keep her friend turned foe up. But up the platinum blonde stays, surrounded in a tight bearhug from behind, her crossed arms pinned inside Smith's stifling grip. Wendy, feeling her oats, dips her head between Kylie's thighs. It might have been considered a risky maneuver, but with Kylie having taken a tour of several boroughs of the 'City', the tawny-skinned brunette doesn't seem concerned in the least. She straightens to her full height, lifting Kylie HIGH over the mat and leaving her for raised until she hears a desperate plea from a blasted Sanders that prompts a super-sized trip to the mat, a loud THUMP accompanying Kylie's impact.
The match could probably have ended there, but the Suplex Machine is still running and instead of holding a bridge Wendy rolls free coming up on a knee. The FAWatics chant, “ONE MORE TIME!” over and over, that is until Smith nods and stands, she can’t count on any help from Kylie, but the Suplex she has in mind doesn’t require much from the blonde. Wendy has to tug and jerk Ky to get her head between the PA Powerhouse’s thighs. Wendy stops there for a moment to set herself and the reaches under Sanders’s tummy again grabbing some of Kylie’s private regions ready to toss her with the Jumbo Suplex.
JUMBO SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Cw3ND0rYDw4
With Kylie's cranium tucked tightly between Wendy's sinewy thighs, Sanders' arms hanging limp at her sides, the brunette drinks in the Mania moment with every single person in the house. Instead of the "TROLL" chants that had been peppered throughout Kylie's suplexian destruction, now there are chants of "WEN-DEE". They only grow louder when she shovels her hands between the Hawkeye's thighs and clamps down on Kylie's nethers. The choking grasp brings Ky to semi-awareness and it's not an enjoyable couple seconds. Kylie squeaks out a plaintive 'no' that is summarily ignored. Instead, Wendy grunts loud and proud, vaulting Kylie into a front flip that, to the people not paying any attention looks like it might be a powerbomb, but of course it is instead the jumbo-est of suplexes. Sanders soaring through the spin cycle to PLANT face first into the deck with enough force she bounces a few inches off the canvas before settling, motionless.
The PA Powerhouse ended up on her back, and she stays there chest rising and falling, she heard the splat of blonde on canvas. Wendy enjoys the sounds of the crowd for a precious moment before rolling over and crawling towards the black clad heel. Smith grabs the handy belt around Kylie’s waist pulling her both away from the ropes and over on to her back. The hazel eyes are barely visible as Sanders’s eyelids flutter, the trip to Suplex City looks like its coming to an end as Wendy straddles Kylie’s hips and plants her hands on the blonde pleasant bosom covering her the FAWNatics ready to count along with the referee.
And count they do for the anticlimactic but oh so enjoyable
ONE...
TWO...
THREE!
The moment passes without so much as a twitch from Sanders, the blonde sleeping through the rocking of every square inch of the arena from Wendy's statement victory.
The ring announcer makes it official, “YOUR WINNNER…BY PINFALL…WENDY SMITH!”
The FAWNatics begin chanting “TROLL!” even though Kylie is missing this one. Wendy pushes up off the comatose blonde, looking around the arena she smiles as the crowd changes from taunting Sanders to cheering the Suplex Machine. When the cheers turn into calls for FAWN justice to be done on Kylie, Smith shakes her head and walks towards the ropes. Turning after she steps out on the ring apron Wendy calls back to the stirring blonde, “Someday you will realize what you gave up.”
Smith drops to the floor slapping her hands on the ring apron as she lands. The PA Powerhouse turns to the crowd and takes a victory lap around the ring giving all extended hands a hard smack before she heads up the ramp waving as she exits.
The former newly dismissed Associate and FAWN World Champion shoves through the curtains and takes a spot center stage. She hops in place, lips pursed and frowning. The Hawkeye gazes sternly at the multitudes heaping their disdain and tossing less than complimentary remarks regarding her considerable lack of intelligence.
Silently, Sanders travels the ramp and aisle with microphone in one hand and still present Louis Vuitton handbag in the other. The former fan favorite wears a black one-piece, black leather belt around her midriff, black lace covering her shoulders and upper arms, the Iowan apparently going all in with Vuitton, sporting designer togs as well. She finishes things off with black boots and pads.
The Clash continues…
“So alone I keep the wolves at bay…
And there’s only one thing I can say..ayy…ayy…
You didn’t stand by me…
No not at all…
You didn’t stand by me…
No way”
Reaching the ring, a large poster is stuffed in her elfin features “Kharma’s a bitch and tonight Wendy will make you hers”. Sanders swipes for the posterboard but comes up empty.
Energized by the hate, the previously downcast Ky circles the ring, jawing with the haters. She places her French accessory on the floor gingerly and rises up the steps as the ring announcer announces her arrival while the blonde’s accompaniment fades.
“Tonight’s next match is scheduled for one fall with a 30-minute time limit. Standing five feet four inches tall and weighing in at 115 pounds, from Pleasant Valley, Iowa…KYLIE SANDERS!”
The crowd doubles its enmity and volume as Sanders slips through the ropes and claims the center of the ring. She lifts the microphone to pink, pastel lips.
“As you might have noticed, this isn’t the Mania match I was expecting to be in.”
Wonder of wonders, Kylie draws cheers from the sellout crowd. Sanders nods with a smirk.
“You and those associated losers better enjoy it while you can. I’m not done. Portia. Among the MANY mistakes you’ve made in your life…this is the biggest.”
A chant erupts from the crowd that turns Kylie’s face sour. “TROLL…TROLL…TROLL!”
“Shut the hell up before I go out there and slap each and every last one of you.”
The blonde covers her ears as the chants grow. Finally, she has no choice but to try and out-volume the assembled.
“As an example to every member of this roster, you are going to enjoy watching me dismantle Wendy Smith. I wanted to do this months ago. It was all Portia’s idea to wait. Not mine.”
The FAWNatics seem mightily unconvinced as they groan in unison.
“The PA Pussy earned what she’s getting tonight. I’m going to make this schooling overshadow every single craptacular title match on the card.”
Kylie tosses the stick away and proceeds to her corner, the FAWNatics giving her a final set of catcalls before turning to the upper stage.
After the Turncoat blonde makes her way to the ring the ring announcer does not make the fans wait long. “Ladies and gentlemen. Introducing, hailing from Altoona Pennsylvania, she stands at five feet three inches tall and weighs in tonight at one hundred and twenty-three pounds. She is the Suplex Machine, and she is the only two time FAWN Lightweight Champion… THE PA POWERHOUSE …WENDY SMITH!”
Fans of throws and hot brunettes were already on their feet by the time…
Paramore’s ‘Misery Business’
www.youtube.com/watch?v=36ZOfeQKXUs
It wasn’t too long thereafter that the lightweight stalwart and pocket hurricane came breezing through the curtain. Coming to a stop at the top of the ramp Wendy simply stops throwing up her fists and offering a bellowed, “YEEEEAAAH!” The greeting was thrown back at her a thousand-fold. It seems like Wendy as always, she’s looks fired up she bounces around with boundless energy. The brunette wears a black FAWN t-shirt covering her choice of togs, she moves to the center of the ramp and crosses her arms grabbing the bottom edge of the t-shirt asking, “YOU GUYS READY!”
The FAWN crowd roars, The PA Powerhouse jerks the t-shirt over her head and throws it out into the crowd. Wendy is clad in a black sports bra up top, her bottoms are a wrestling singlet that is a baby blue color with two thin straps running up over her powerful shoulders, the singlet is little more than booty shorts with suspenders. On the front just below her navel are a pair crossed of sledge hammers, a closer look shows the letters N.G.N stamped on the heads of the hammers.
The FAWNatics cheer their approval as Wendy is making her way down the ramp at a brisk pace, Smith slaps a few hands, but then begins sprinting down the runway. The FAWNatics cheer the bouncing brunette on as she dives into the ring under the bottom rope. Smith pops to her feet quickly and makes a bee-line for the Pleasant Valley Princess. Kylie drops down rolling out of the ring rather than start the match before the official bell. Sanders dismissively waves at the Suplex Machine, ordering the referee, “Get that dog under control.”
The crowd begins chanting, “TROLL…TROLL…TROLL!” Kylie covers her ears and stomps trying to shout over the crowd for their silence.
A hand on her shoulder keeps Wendy from exiting the ring and going after Kylie. Smith obeys the ref and steps back yelling at Kylie as she backs away, “Was it worth it Ky? Being Portia beyotch and turning your back on everyone?”
Wendy moves to the center of the ring waiting, she’ll get her hands on Kylie soon enough.
Sanders raises and waves an index finger. "No...no...no. VanBuren was my bytch and she knew it. She had to pay off her little lap dogs to screw me." The rationalization isn't going very far with the fans who continue to chant until Sanders climbs the steps and reenters, all the while demanding the official keep Smith well back. Kylie sweeps her shoulder-length platinum locks back and launches a wad of saliva in Wendy's direction that comes up a few inches short. "Chew you up. Spit you out. And moving back to the top, slut!"
Even though the spittle didn’t have the distance Wendy backed up, the referee stops Smith from coming forward after allowing Kylie to climb back into the ring. The referee waits until Sanders is fully in the ring and standing up right, he spins and calls for the bell. Wendy is off like a shot, but Kylie ducks her head and puts her torso between the top and middle ropes yelling again, “Keep her back!” Wendy runs into Kylie pressing against her body, but doesn’t attack as the referee steps in ordering, “Let her out of the ropes Wendy!” The Suplex Machine pushes against the blonde, but turns to answer the zebra and Kylie’s hand flashes up her thumb catching Wendy’s left eye. Wendy staggers back hand over her eye as the crowd boos, and Kylie smirks as she slips out from between the ropes and moves after the semi blinded brunette.
Sanders quickly surrounds Smith's noggin with a side headlock, forcing the dark-haired beauty to stoop as Smith's head and neck are twisted from side to side in Kylie's control. The elfin blonde switches her grip and energetically hiptosses Wendy to her backside. The instant booty touches canvas, Kylie is off like a shot to the ropes in front of the bountiful brunette. Rebounding back at the Powerhouse, the Hawkeye lines up Smith's chest like she's kicking a game-winning 50-yard field goal, perhaps hoping to boot one bosom right out of its lycra container and through the uprights.
Her breasts jiggling as she lands on her backside, Wendy still wipes at her eye trying to clear her vision. Kylie rebounds and lines up her approach and BOOOM! Smith cries out as her boob is flattened against her ribcage the flesh bulging on impact. The small sports bra barely contains the rolling breast as Wendy slams into the canvas flat on her back. Kylie makes a show of her early control, clearly the fans where wrong about her skills and Sanders is letting them know. Wendy still down tugs at her top to make sure nothing is out that shouldn’t be.
And Wendy's modesty allows Sanders to try and press her advantage. Racing to the ropes on Wendy's left, Ky throws her slender frame into the cables and bounds back toward the curvy brunette. Rising up as she closes the gap, Kylie leaps and extends her legs in front of her as she launches, the blonde plummeting toward a double legdrop across Smith's neck and chest.
Shapely gams crash down across Smith’s neck and cleavage pinning her upper body to the canvas as her legs jackknife off the canvas and fall back down with a THUD! Kylie enjoys her seat for a moment leaving her thighs atop Wendy. The PA Powerhouse shoves aside the ivory thighs rolling to her side, the crowd continues to boo and jeer the turncoat. Wendy crawls out from under Kylie, but her movements are slow giving Sanders time to come up with her next attack.
Ky hops to her boot leather and circles Wendy like a shark on the prowl, but she addresses the crowd instead. "You looking at this piece of meat?" Kylie shouts, pointing at Smith. "She was going to make me her bytch?! You Florida pond scum still don't get Kylie Sanders, do you?" Kylie dips and snatches the brunette's ankles, spinning Wendy to her back. She lifts the lower limbs high and wide. "Ummm...should I?" Kylie doesn't wait for the answer from the FAWNatics, wickedly stomping Wendy's crotch. With Smith groaning, Wendy's hands moving to protect her throbbing center, Kylie starts to rotate and turn Wendy in the process, quickly halfway toward settling in a reverse straddle/crouch to torture Smith's legs and back with a Boston Crab.
Kylie is beaming as she pulls back on those short stockier limbs, bouncing her body to add to the agony of the Boston Crab. The PA Powerhouse has to work her arms out from under her body before she can begin working on an escape. Smith gets her hands on the canvas out wide and pushes up lifting her torso off the canvas and begins crawling for the ropes. Sanders drops Wendy’s left leg going to a single leg crab to try to slow the brunette’s progress. It does cause a pause, but the Suplex Machine keeps moving. Sanders reaches down with her free hand gripping Wendy’s sweet spot and squeezing to bring her movements to a halt. Wendy groans as her womanly part comes under attack, but even that can’t stop her completely as she puts one hand out and drags her and Kylie closer to the ropes. Finally Smith reaches out and wraps her hand around the bottom rope, the referee orders Ky to break the hold.
A frustrated Sanders waits for a full count of four before throwing Wendy's legs to the canvas, the brunette's knees banging off the mat. The platinum blonde turns to face her foe and the fans. She raises her arms high and wide. "People thought I was afraid to face this?" Ky gives Wendy a boot to the bum. "She's a stepping stone back to the championship." As Smith pulls herself up, Kylie grabs a wrist and tugs her away from the protection of the cables, Dipping, she swings an arm through Wendy's legs and pops the Powerhouse onto her shoulders. Those who believe Kylie is going for an early PVD are, at least for the moment, are in error as Sanders starts to turn her chesty, dark-haired propellor, ready to take Wendy for an airplane spin.
Before takeoff Wendy slams her elbow into the side of the blonde’s head, delaying departure. Kylie’s legs quiver, she almost loses her balance, but stays upright and hangs on to her load. Smith drives a second elbow to the temple, this time Sander’s arms loosen and the brunette slips from her grasp. Wendy slides down the Iowan’s back, here boots hitting the canvas as she shoves Ky into the ropes. The most recent former FAWN champ hits the cables and staggers back into the waiting arms of the Suplex Machine, the crowd explodes as Wendy catches the elfin blonde around the waist with one arm and grabs a handful of ivory thigh with the other hand. Kylie’s face turns to shocked surprise when she realizes she’s set up for the belly to back suplex.
Backdrop Suplex:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=lfnhS3FVNCE
As Sanders elevates, her hazel eyes pop wide. The Hawkeye is launched HIGH onto Wendy's shoulders and chest. She's overturned as she heads to the mat, her head and shoulders leading the way. Kylie takes the first entrance to FAWN's version of Suplex City as Wendy bridges to keep Kylie piled on her shoulders. The wincing Ky folds on top of herself. toes touching the canvas abover her head, and fidgets through ONE and TWO before flopping onto her side before THREE, the crowd groaning in disappointment, though when Wendy rises next to Sanders, who's up to hands and knees, the regret quickly dissipates.
Kylie tries moving towards the ropes, crawling towards the safety. Wendy catches up in a step or two hooking a hand inside Sanders belt, pulling the blonde back towards the center of the ring. Smith growls, “Stepping Stone? Really? You think you can step on me?” Wendy forces her former friend to her feet, Kylie breaks free trying to back off begging, “Wendy…You know I didn’t mean…It’s all Portia’s fault!” The blonde drops to her knees pleading, but her true attentions are quickly revealed as she sends a forearm up between the brunette’s thighs. Kylie is disappointed though as Wendy expected as much from the blonde and catches her arm with both hands stopping the low blow. Kylie is begging off again as Smith pulls her up twisting her arm, the PA Powerhouse now plans to snap Sanders arm over each of her shoulders as punishment for the attempted low blow.
Smith tugs Kylie's right arm in whiplash fashion over her right shoulder. The wicked snap sends a pulse of pain through the blonde's limb and she cradles it close, only for the curvy brunette to snatch her opposite arm and do likewise across her opposite shoulder. Sanders howls in pain, both of her pop 'guns' hanging limp at her side, Ky wincing as she tries to shake out the ache and regaining their use.
The FAWNatics approve the PA Powerhouse taking control of the match, Kylie in full reverse as she tries to get the feeling back in her arms. Smith stands smirking at the hurting blonde for a moment before rushing Ky and driving her back into the turnbuckles. The Sanders’s starts calling for the break even before she’s pressed against the pads. Wendy takes the turncoats arms flipping them over the top rope and reaching between the top and middle strands. The referee orders Wendy to back off, but the brunette pulls on both of Kylie’s arms. The referee starts to count, but Smith just puts her boot in the middle of the blonde’s stomach and pulls harder trying to rip her arms off, and presumably beat her with them. It looks like Wendy might just risk a disqualification as the ref shouts “FOUR!”, instead the brunette stalwart releases her hold and turns running to mid ring. The PA Powerhouse lines up her approach and races back looking to crush the former fan fav with a Stinger Splash.
The limp Kylie slumps into the buckles. She tries and finally succeeds in swinging her aching arms over the top ropes. But by the time it's accomplished, Smith is halfway through her charge. Kylie tries to evacuate the corner and gets a step out before the brunette launches into an avalanche that crushes Kylie beneath. The chest of the Powerhouse slams into Sanders' face, burying it as the body of the blonde is rocked by the Splash. As Wendy bounces away, she lets a dazed Kylie stagger out of the corner. The former World Champ makes a drunken 180 to head back in Wendy's direction and levels a wobbly haymaker of a right Wendy easily ducks. As she does, she snuggles up close to Kylie, her arms encircling Sanders' chest under the blonde's arms. With a practiced ease, Smith launches Kylie in a belly-to-belly and, with the duo in closer proximity to the corner, the Hawkeye's head and shoulders hit mat, but the rest of her torso and legs thump into the lower half of the corner buckles.
After the crash landing Kylie oozes down the turnbuckles to a puddle on the canvas. The Suplex Machine is back on her feet before Sanders finishes sinking down. The crowd starts shouting out requests for suplexes, Wendy passes on them for now. She hairhauls the Hawkeye to her feet and shocks everyone with her next move. Kylie shakes her head ‘no’ as she’s lifted up on to the top turnbuckle, sitting there she knows the NGN is on Wendy’s mind. Smith steps back to continue the move, but Kylie’s legs are still working and like the corner animal she is the blonde shoots out the black Louis Vuitton boot kicking Wendy in the rack. Wendy tries force her way in anyways taking two more kicks to the bosom before she turns moving away. Many of the crowd try warning the brunette as Kylie stands on the middle strand with Wendy’s back exposed to her.
Having earned a chance to turn things around, Sanders leaps off the middle ropes. She reaches for Wendy's noggin as she flies by on Smith's right side and corrals the cranium enough to force Wendy down with her. And while Sanders' ass hits the canvas when she lands, Wendy's forehead THUNKS against the deck courtesy of the leaping bulldog. The crowd silenced, Kylie sits next to the splayed Wendy, drawing in deep breaths. When Smith starts to struggle up, Ky rotates to a reverse straddle of the brunette's waistline. She butt bumps Wendy back flat to the mat and raises her right arm high, curling her digits menacingly. A few in the crowd react on instinct, chanting "FARM...HAND" though they are quickly drowned out by renewed shouts of 'TROLL...TROLL...TROLL." A furious Kylie’s responds by sinking her fingers deep into the muscle and nerve bundle just below the curve of Wendy's tawny cheek, Kylie infamous hammy clamp on display for all the poor saps supporting the PA Outhouse.
The FAWNatics change their chant from just ‘TROLL’ to ‘TROLL PAW’ Smith buries her head into the canvas as she tries to fight the pain in the joint and the numb feeling running down her leg. Farmhand or Troll Paw no matter what it’s called the effect is painful to the brunette trapped on her tummy. Wendy knows she can’t just remain motionless as Ky digs her strong grip into her hinge. Smith shakes her head in frustration or just to pump herself up as she plants her forearms and begins the slow drag to the ropes. Kylie demands her former friend give up every few seconds, and gives her claw an extra pulse of crushing power. Wendy refuses both the blonde and the referee, she now adds her free leg to the efforts to propel herself to the ropes. The PA Powerhouse reaches out and finally is able to wrap her hand around the bottom rope. The referee starts to ask Kylie, but the blonde has already done so. The Hawkeye though quickly reapplies the hold, this time to the center of the busty brunette’s trunks. Wendy howls as the underhanded crotch claw digs in, the referee begins counting, but that’s only a small help to Smith at the moment.
Kylie tears in for a full four seconds before relenting to the referee's demands. The elfin blonde pushes to her feet and takes a victorious lap around the squared circle. Amidst proving Portia's claims she was a faux World Champ wrong, not to mention show the accusations she was frightened to face Smith to be BS, Sanders soaks in her success and lets the former Corps member know all about it. Kylie walks back to the rising Wendy. "Never fall for your own hype, Wendy. Unlike me, you don't live up to it." Wrapping her arms around the brunette from behind, Kylie tries to rip Smith away from the protective ropes and show the Suplex Machine how a proper German variety is done.
Kylie’s face turns a bright red as she tries to lift the brunette, and Wendy doesn’t budge. It’s not that Sanders couldn’t lift Smith, but right now the PA Powerhouse has her arms hooked under the top rope keeping Ky from lifting her. The former World Champ frustrated at being denied brings her right arm back around to hammer away at the broad back of the brunette. After loosening Wendy’s grip Kylie presses her front into Smith’s back and then not lifting she rolls Wendy backwards over top of the elfin blonde and Ky comes up on top the back of her legs keeping the Suplex Machine folded in half. The referee drops down hard on the canvas and only takes a moment to see that the PA Powerhouse’s shoulders are on the mat.
ONE…
TWO…
KICKOUT!
Wendy’s powerful legs push Kylie enough to allow Wendy to roll to her side and then on to her stomach breaking the pinfall.
Not wasting a second, Kylie scoops Wendy up with a grip on a shoulder strap and her trunks. The platinum blonde bum rushes the wobbly brunette into the nearest corner, making sure Wendy's head slips under the middle buckle. Smith's arms flop over the middle ropes, leaving her in quite the predicament as Sanders strolls to the opposite corner, knowing her Pleasant Valley Ass Kicking is set perfectly. Kylie bounces off the buckles and into a sprint toward Wendy, planning on delivering a dropkick to Smith's ass to put a permanent crick in the neck of her Mania foe
www.youtube.com/watch?v=f4F5OPzNi6I
The Mania crowd still behind the PA Powerhouse call warnings to her and urge her to move as Kylie closes in. Wendy’s light blue buttocks are still turned towards the charging blonde, when Sanders’s boots slam into her backside Smith is compressed her neck jammed into the pad and her spine compacted. Kylie lands on her back and rolls knowing Wendy will be falling into the same place and an instant later the busty brunette does fall right beside the blonde. Kylie grinning spins on her bottom and falls across Wendy’s chest, hooking the far leg so Smith can’t drop an ankle on the ropes for the save. The referee is down and Ky is watching him, because as soon as he’s down the small blonde puts her ankles on the middle strand giving her much more than her flyweight body pushing down on the Suplex Machine’s chest.
ONE…
TWO…
The crowd tries informing the referee, and only just before his hand comes down for the final time does he see the black boots on the strands and orders Kylie to break her pinfall.
Sanders drops out of her pinning attempt and into a heated conversation with the official, offended he made the correct call. With the referee properly chastised, Ky turns her attention to the ragged Smith, Kylie looking sharper in this match than any of her title defenses. Playing up to the competition, the Hawkeye scrapes Wendy off the canvas and bullies the bigger brunette into the ropes, sending her off with an Irish Whip. Or that was the plan. Instead, the PA Powerhouse reverses and it's Sanders off for the ride, Wendy following closely behind. Kylie, seemingly calculating that might be the case, leaps into the middle rope while clutching the top. She turns in a blind 180, soaring into a flying cross body aimed at Smith's chest, Ky planning to drop the curvy Wendy and sandwich her into the deck.
Smith has similar thoughts, she slows her approach and sets her feet as Kylie leaps on to the middle strands. Sanders gets big height on her leap, at her apex she’s nearly a foot above the PA Powerhouse’s head. Wendy may be able to catch the blonde, but that’s risky, so instead of catching the elfin blonde she extends her arms just as Kylie’s body slams into her. Wendy guides Kylie more than catching her and turns the blonde over into a power slam. The Suplex Machine lands on top of the former leader of the Kylie Corps, she would have been in perfect pinning position, but Wendy pops up to her feet after impact. Kylie back arched, hand going to her spine, Smith stumbles back into the ropes bouncing back towards the down blonde. The PA Powerhouse isn’t moving fast, but she thinks Sanders will be in place for a leg drop to soften her up.
Kylie's hazel eyes squint from the pain in her backbone, the impact of the Powerhouse Slam giving her a distinct lack of concentration on anything but the waves of pain from her vertebrae. As her left hand tries to assuage the ache from her spine, Kylie's peepers pop wide when she finally notices the leaping Smith above her. Tanned lower limbs extended, Wendy drops the twin scythes down across Kylie's neck and chest. The Hawkeye spasms in pain from the attack, grasping at her reddening throat as she tries to choke in her next breath. Wendy leaves her legs across the gasping Kylie, the blonde's shoulders flat to the mat for
ONE...
TWO...
and Sanders shoves the limbs away, rolling in the opposite direction as she tries to suck in some much needed oxygen.
Wendy takes a few deep breathes of her own before she returns to vertical, Kylie only just out of arms length is easily caught and hair hauled to her feet. Smith points Sanders at the turnbuckles and with a powerful thrust sends the blonde speeding towards the corner. Kylie’s feet pad across the thinly padded boards, the flyweight on instinct gets turned around to take the buckles to the back. Kylie cries out as her spine which was still feeling the powerslam hits, Wendy moving in shoves the Hawkeye back into the corner. The Suplex Machine brings her thigh up into Ky’s mid section to keep her more sedated, then another and another. After the trio the referee is ordering Wendy back and even started a count, but the PA Powerhouse steps back holding up her hands. Once the referee is satisfied Wendy moves back in hooking her hands inside the neck of the Louis Vuitton outfit and gives a yank trying to pull the outfit apart enough to expose Kylie’s upper chest for some chopping.
Kylie's body folds around the invading knee, great exhales escaping her parted lips with each, each digging deeper into her aching abs. When Wendy steps back at the ref's ordering, Kylie sinks into the corner rather than countering. Smith lifts the blonde's chin with a cupped hand then uses the other to tear the black lace down to Kylie's cleavage. With her foe's skin exposed, Wendy rotates and lets fly with a backhand chop that reverberates through the arena. The impact sends Kylie's feet into the air as she leeeans onto the top buckle. Alas, gravity pulls her back down into chopping range and Wendy lights her up...again...and again. the craaacks reach a full 'TEN' before the ref's had enough. Kylie, who'd reached that point at one, uses the opening to stagger out of the corner and try to make some room between her and the PA Powerhouse.
Wendy allows Ky to go for the stroll, the brunette nodding as the referee reminds her of the rules. Kylie hand pressed to chest pulls it back to see the reddening chest and cleavage, and worse the ruined Louis Vuitton outfit. Smith now gives chase catching Sanders before she reaches the next corner, pulling the blonde around by the shoulder the Suplex Machine bearhugs the Hawkeye. Wendy steps away from the ropes, the PA Powerhouse is a little thicker than the former Associate, but otherwise they are very similar in size. Ky’s cheeks puff as she tries getting air into her lungs past the crushing hold of the Suplex Machine, Wendy ready to fire up the Engine that drives the Suplex Machine and start with an over head Belly to Belly Suplex.
Overhead Belly to Belly Suplex @ 0:23:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=NyuBEnaqyOQ
Sanders' hazel eyes, wide from the breathtaking embrace, grow bigger as Wendy sets for a throw, Ky all too familiar with the stance. Being unable to wriggle free in time is a foregone conclusion and the eflin blonde is LAUNCHED. Kylie flips forward, over the busty brunette's shoulders and hits the deck HARD. Sanders' back arches in pain after she slides to a stop. Moving to a seated position, she grasps at her lower back, pain etched on her features. Quickly determining she's had enough of this treatment, Kylie places her palms on the canvas and starts butt-scooting her way toward the ropes for an escape.
Wendy pops back up to her feet and gives the crowd a sign that things are just getting started. Then she sees Ky trying to make her escape, Smith isn’t about to let that happen. A quick sprint from the brunette cuts off the booty-scooting blonde, taking a handful of sweat matted blonde hair Wendy brings Sanders back to her feet and reels her into a front facelock. The PA Powerhouse hammers a forearm down across the former World Champs sore back. The crowd starts chanting, “SUPLEX CITY!” Wendy smiles as she flips Kylie’s arm over her own broad shoulders, and hooks her hand inside Kylie’s Louis Vuitton belt as she sets her up for a Delayed Vertical Suplex.
On a good day, it's highly doubtful Kylie can straight out throw down with Wendy, but after being tossed in the belly-to-belly, the former Associate barely resists as she's violently tugged into the facelock. Kylie pulls back an elbow to deliver a balled fist into Smith's side, but before she can manage, Wendy's forearm SLAMS into her already aching spinal column. Sanders might have collapsed to a knee if not for Wendy's "assistance", the Powerhouse keeping Kylie in launch mode. Amidst the calls from the crowd about Ky's new location, the platinum blonde is heaved high. Reaching vertical, Sanders' head pointed to the canvas, Wendy stalls the suplex for second after long second, the blood racing to the Hawkeye's braincase for five, ten, fifteen, until finally Wendy follows through and PLANTS Sanders to the deck. Reflexively, Kylie arches, but there's a little glaze in hazel peepers in addition to the pain and there's a distinct lack of scooting.
The FAWNatics are roaring approval as they are enjoying Smith treating their former favorite the way they would like to, Kylie turned on them and now she’s finally paying for it. Wendy climbs back to her feet Sanders rocking in pain as Smith stands over her again. Kylie closes her eyes as Wendy reaches down to pull her back up again, either not wanting to witness things or trying to come up with some escape from Suplex City. The PA Powerhouse forces Ky up to her knees, underhooking her arms there. The crowd cheering even louder as they think they know what’s coming. Wendy locks her hands at the center of Sanders’s back and continues to pull her up for the Royal Butterfly Suplex.
Continuing to show off the strength no lightweight could match, Smith, having captured the flagging Kylie in a reverse full nelson, uses the hold to 'hup' Sanders into her lap. The blonde reflexively wraps her legs weakly around Wendy's waist to take away some of the pressure from her neck. It's exactly what Smith is looking for. She further secures the nelson and bounces with her prey, wrenching the neck of Sanders in the process. Kylie mewls out a soft 'no' as she knows what's coming as well as the crowd. But there's no stopping from the next off-ramp into the 'City' and a roaring Wendy sends the blonde's deadweight up and over with the most impressive suplex yet. Kylie COLLIDES with the canvas, her body shaking. Wendy rolls through her heave of the ho into a crossbody pin for the
ONE...
TWO...
THRNOOO!
The famous (or infamous) ability to survive punishment rears its head and Kylie kicks a shoulder off the deck.
Both women are motionless for several moments, Kylie in pain, Wendy catching her breath before climbing back to her feet. Kylie rolls to her stomach, still surviving, but she is looking disheveled now. Smith brings the blonde back on to her expensive boots, Kylie’s survival mode kicks in again as she gives Smith a small shove and launches a high spin kick at the brunette’s skull. Sanders has made a great career of turning around matches she looked to be out of, but this time she comes up empty as her foot whizzes just above the ducking brunette’s head. Kylie is spun 180 degrees around now facing away from the Suplex Machine. The PA Powerhouse reaches out as she rises back to her full five foot four and clamps her hands on Kylie’s womanhood. Many of the rowdier FAWNatics scream, “PUSSYPLEX!” as Kylie finds yet another exit ramp on the highway around Suplex City. Wendy calls the move her Crowd Favorite Plex.
CROWD FAVORITE PLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=nPPJpswS8Rg
Smith's hands slip between Kylie's thighs, her palms snapping shut into Sanders' privates. The blonde yelps in surprise and not a little bit of pain. Woken from her suplex-induced stupor, Ky rises to tiptoes from the immodest underhanded grip on her crotch. Which only makes it all the easier for The Machine to send Kylie flying again. Wendy gets incredible elevation, shoveling the Hawkeye up and over, the Pussyplex sending Ky to another impact on head and shoulders with enough force she tumbles over to her chest. There Kylie remains, face down, and barely moving, apparently reaching the bad part of town in the 'City'.
It takes Wendy a moment to get up, tossing another woman can get tiring. Kylie is still motionless as Wendy takes a walk around the blonde. Smith’s body is covered in a sheen of sweat, her chest rising and falling as she fuels the Suplex Machine. Kylie groaning and whining a bit as she’s brought back up to her feet, Wendy keeps the blonde facing away from her as she shoots a half-nelson on Ky’s right arm and chickenwings the left. Sanders has found her way to Suplex City, but clearly she can’t find a way out as the Suplex Machine sets up for a Tequila Sunrise Suplex.
TEQUILA SUNRISE SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ts93oddwWRs @ 0:18
Kept upright courtesy the locks on her arms by the bullying brunette, Kylie slumps in Wendy's embrace. The elfin blonde tries to shake out of her increasing lack of consciousness, but she's becoming fly to spider with the sapping suplexes growing in number by the second. Showing a moment of fight, Ky flexes her shoulders to try and break the grip, but against Wendy it's fruitless. The busty brunette drops into a crouch from which she can explode. She does just that, RIPPING Kylie off the deck and sending her foe spilling to head and shoulders again, this time holding on. Sanders ends folded in a cradle as Wendy bridges for the pin, Ky's ass pointed to the rafters for
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TWO...
and the Iowan tumbles to the side, though the more observant in the crowd question whether it's Kylie who prompts the escape, the recently formerized World Champ looking like a marionette with her strings cut.
Wendy’s reaction does make it look like Kylie slipped free on her own, but Smith doesn’t waste time arguing the count or escape. Wendy is taking deep breaths now, Kylie is pretty much a ragdoll, but Smith looks to be winded. The Suplex Machine is now more methodical, but no less dangerous as the brunette jerks and pulls Kylie back up holding her wrists. Sanders in front of Smith still her arms crossed, her wrist still in the brunette’s grasp as Wendy sets up for the next Suplex on the Menu, the Japanese Ocean Cyclone Suplex.
Japanese Ocean Cyclone Suplex:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ts93oddwWRs @ 0:55
The FAWNatics are having a Mania Field Day now. Watching Kylie lose the World belt was nice for the betrayed members of the Corps, but the fact it was Portia took more than a little away from the full enjoyment. Watching Wendy treat Sanders like a practice dummy on FAWN's biggest stage is a dream come true. The masses cheer wildly as Wendy guides the lolling blonde to her feet, rubbery legs barely helping Wendy keep her friend turned foe up. But up the platinum blonde stays, surrounded in a tight bearhug from behind, her crossed arms pinned inside Smith's stifling grip. Wendy, feeling her oats, dips her head between Kylie's thighs. It might have been considered a risky maneuver, but with Kylie having taken a tour of several boroughs of the 'City', the tawny-skinned brunette doesn't seem concerned in the least. She straightens to her full height, lifting Kylie HIGH over the mat and leaving her for raised until she hears a desperate plea from a blasted Sanders that prompts a super-sized trip to the mat, a loud THUMP accompanying Kylie's impact.
The match could probably have ended there, but the Suplex Machine is still running and instead of holding a bridge Wendy rolls free coming up on a knee. The FAWatics chant, “ONE MORE TIME!” over and over, that is until Smith nods and stands, she can’t count on any help from Kylie, but the Suplex she has in mind doesn’t require much from the blonde. Wendy has to tug and jerk Ky to get her head between the PA Powerhouse’s thighs. Wendy stops there for a moment to set herself and the reaches under Sanders’s tummy again grabbing some of Kylie’s private regions ready to toss her with the Jumbo Suplex.
JUMBO SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Cw3ND0rYDw4
With Kylie's cranium tucked tightly between Wendy's sinewy thighs, Sanders' arms hanging limp at her sides, the brunette drinks in the Mania moment with every single person in the house. Instead of the "TROLL" chants that had been peppered throughout Kylie's suplexian destruction, now there are chants of "WEN-DEE". They only grow louder when she shovels her hands between the Hawkeye's thighs and clamps down on Kylie's nethers. The choking grasp brings Ky to semi-awareness and it's not an enjoyable couple seconds. Kylie squeaks out a plaintive 'no' that is summarily ignored. Instead, Wendy grunts loud and proud, vaulting Kylie into a front flip that, to the people not paying any attention looks like it might be a powerbomb, but of course it is instead the jumbo-est of suplexes. Sanders soaring through the spin cycle to PLANT face first into the deck with enough force she bounces a few inches off the canvas before settling, motionless.
The PA Powerhouse ended up on her back, and she stays there chest rising and falling, she heard the splat of blonde on canvas. Wendy enjoys the sounds of the crowd for a precious moment before rolling over and crawling towards the black clad heel. Smith grabs the handy belt around Kylie’s waist pulling her both away from the ropes and over on to her back. The hazel eyes are barely visible as Sanders’s eyelids flutter, the trip to Suplex City looks like its coming to an end as Wendy straddles Kylie’s hips and plants her hands on the blonde pleasant bosom covering her the FAWNatics ready to count along with the referee.
And count they do for the anticlimactic but oh so enjoyable
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THREE!
The moment passes without so much as a twitch from Sanders, the blonde sleeping through the rocking of every square inch of the arena from Wendy's statement victory.
The ring announcer makes it official, “YOUR WINNNER…BY PINFALL…WENDY SMITH!”
The FAWNatics begin chanting “TROLL!” even though Kylie is missing this one. Wendy pushes up off the comatose blonde, looking around the arena she smiles as the crowd changes from taunting Sanders to cheering the Suplex Machine. When the cheers turn into calls for FAWN justice to be done on Kylie, Smith shakes her head and walks towards the ropes. Turning after she steps out on the ring apron Wendy calls back to the stirring blonde, “Someday you will realize what you gave up.”
Smith drops to the floor slapping her hands on the ring apron as she lands. The PA Powerhouse turns to the crowd and takes a victory lap around the ring giving all extended hands a hard smack before she heads up the ramp waving as she exits.