Post by alyadmirer on Jul 15, 2016 23:24:24 GMT
“Ladies and gentlemen,” our resident announcer declares, “the following contest is scheduled for one fall, with a 30 minute time limit... and is for the FAWN Lightweight championship! Introducing first, hailing from Tempe, Arizona… she stands five feet six inches tall and weighs in this evening at one hundred and twenty-five pounds… She is the one and only Tempe Temptress… JUUULLLIIIEEETTT BLLLOOOOOODDDWWWIIINNNDDD!!!!!!”
JULIET BLOODWIND
“KILLING IN THE NAME OF”:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=vAaLeJ53umE
To the accompanying sonic assault of Rage Against the Machine's "Killing in the Name Of", Juliet Bloodwind, emerges atop the ramp. The crowd erupts into a supportive roar, happy to see the Tempe Temptress back in action once more.
The Tempe Temptress exudes a flirtatious confidence as she struts down the steel toward the ring. The pigtailed Juliet slaps hands with the fans sitting along the ramp, her imitation deerskin string bikini and matching knee high boots leaving very little to the public's imagination, and receiving a rousing vocal endorsement--if anything, the spirit she's shown during her servitude to Anciline de Cyr and in defending her Tag and Intercontinental titles has only FURTHER endeared her to the Orlando faithful. She arches a wry eyebrow at this sight of one sign: “GABBY’S GETTIN’ SCALPED!” Another fan waves a sign that had almost become a fixture, reading: "CONSIDER ME TEMPTED, TEMPE TEMPTRESS!"
And for the sentiment, as always, he is rewarded with a hug and a quick peck on the cheek. Bloodwind makes a complete circuit around the ring, continuing to press the flesh with the assembled fans. Her lap completed, Juliet moves quickly toward the ring, gracefully hopping onto the apron. With her back to the ropes, Juliet casts a quick glance over her shoulder at the official and the announcer before draping her arms over the top rope. The nubile Native American gives a suggestive wiggle of her hips before leaning backward, flipping herself over the top rope and landing on her feet inside the ring, Navajo Nation roaring its approval while Bloodwind starts to limber up in her corner.
The speakers crackle back to life, but what emerges is not anything heard in the FAWN Arena before. Given the way the Lightweight triple threat had played out, was this the first sign of a disintegration of Barely Legal?
“BUBBLEGUM BYTCH”:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=d1eQLw0Nwto
“And now,” the announcer resumes over Marina and the Diamonds, “introducing the champion... Being accompanied to the ring by her BFF, Rose Evans..."
That description earns a few scoffs and snickers from the FAWNatics.
“... and representing the FUTURE of FAWN, Gen Next... Hailing from Irving, Texas... She stands five feet five inches tall and weighs in at one hundred and twenty-two pounds. Ladies and gentlemen, the Babyfaced Killer, YOUR Lightweight champion, GAAABBBBBBYYY MEEENNNDDDOOOZZZAAA!!!!!”
ROSE EVANS:
GABBY MENDOZA:
A cascade of boors begins to reign down. A few moments after that introduction, two lovely young ladies emerged from backstage—with an emphasis on “YOUNG.” Evans and Mendoza stroll down to the ring virtually side by side, Gabby leading the way with a somewhat more dour than usual Rose—the shorter and more fair skinned of the two—trailing behind, to a decidedly lustful reaction from the capacity crowd. But Evans’ eyes never register the presence of the crowd or waver from her tag team partner’s back. Gabby—just a little taller with a darker complexion—seems a little more aware of her surroundings, and possibly even less impressed with the fans around ringside. But, if she is scowling, the effect is somewhat diluted by the periodic bubbles that Mendoza blows with her gum.
Both women are dressed the exact same way: adorned in black lace panties underneath plaid mini-skirts and matching black bustiers that, with neither of these women likely to be mistaken for Hailey Kennedy, give their bosoms an extremely flattering boost. Both sets of well-shaped legs are encased in thigh high black nylons along with white boots. Climbing onto the apron, Rose and Gabby each slip one leg through the ropes, bending deep at the waist as they swept their upper bodies toward the ring…
… only to stop halfway, their faces sooooooo close to coming into contact. Regardless of any tensions Gabby’s belt--and the manner in which she had won it--might have spawned, their clearly remains a tight bond between the ingenues.
Mendoza and Evans brush noses, exchanging an Eskimo kiss, before Gabby pulls the rest of the way into the ring. As Rose departs the apron for Mendoza’s corner, Gabby blows a bubble in the direction of the Tempe Tramp, pointedly making sure it grew too big for the confectionary to withstand, bursting with a loud ‘POP!’
The lovely latina passes her belt to the official, who holds it aloft to a thunderous cheer before handing it off himself to a ringside staffer. And after a few notes on the rules and regulations, he calls for the bell, bringing champion and challenger circling out of their respective corners. Bloodwind and Mendoza tie up, jockeying for position for a few moments before the Tempe Temptress manages to work Gabby into a hammerlock...
... but not for long.
After a few seconds, the Babyfaced Killer manages to reverse the hammerlock into one of her own. Juliet grimaces as her arm is wrenched further up her back, but she too works her way out--only instead of reversing the hold into one of her own, Bloodwind reaches over her shoulder and claims Gabby’s noggin, roughly depositing the smaller brunette on her bum with a snapmare and dropping behind to apply a chinlock.
Gabby struggles to get to her side, from where she forces her way back to her feet, in the face of stubborn resistance from the challenger. But with the Babyfaced Killer still slumped forward, Juliet breaks the chinlock of her volition and backs Mendoza into the ropes with a couple of forearm shots to the chest. Bodying up against Gabby, Bloodwind launches her racing with an Irish whip and marches after her as far as mid-ring. The Tempe Temptress braces herself and crouches down, catching the hurtling champion around one thigh with both arms and lifting her off her feet, only to fall backwards and SLAM Gabby to the canvas with a flapjack.
FLAPJACK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=XAqrBUQcuxU
To her credit, Gabby rushes back to her feet quickly--but not quickly enough. Already vertical, Juliet goes airborne, clamping her thighs around Mendoza’s head and abruptly throwing her weight into reverse, Bloodwind’s standing rana sending the Babyfaced Killer skidding toward the ropes. Gabby turns into the slide, as it were, continuing to skid across the canvas until she drops to the floor, landing on her feet and drunkenly stumbling into the waiting arms of the Smartest Girl in the Room.
“It’s okay, Gabz,” Rose mumbles to her softly, stroking her hair. “You’ll get on traaaaaauuuuuuuUUUUUNNNNNNNPPPPPPPPPPHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!”
Maybe she would, but not before the Tempe Temptress crashes into BOTH members of Barely Legal, having slung herself through the ropes without any regard for her own wellbeing. “STEEEEEEEEEEEER-IIIIIIIIKKKKEEEE!!!!!!!!” one ringside member of Navajo Nation howls as Juliet picks herself off the human wreckage, and Juliet flashes him a quick thumbs up before peeling Gabby off the floor. Taking the champion’s wrist, Bloodwind sends the Babyfaced Killer SLAMMING into the ringsteps with an Irish whip.
The FAWN Arena is rocking as Bloodwind scrapes Gabby off the deck and stuffs the smaller brunette under the bottom rope. After sending Mendoza rolling back into the ring, the Tempe Temptress climbs onto the apron and grabs the top rope with both hands, waiting for the defending Lightweight champion to get her bearings. When Mendoza does start struggling towards her feet, Bloodwind rocks back, intending to vault onto the top rope and launch a springboard clothesline.
“Refffffffffff...” Gabby pants. “Think she hit me with a chair.”
“No, she didn’t,” he replied, turning to address her at the worst possible time. For as he did so, Juliet left her feet--but before her boots could find purchase on the top rope, two hands wrap around her ankles, Rose Evans savagely yanking backward and down and causing the Tempe Temptress to crash and burn, her jaw smacking off the apron before she crumples the rest of the way to the concrete floor.
After ensuring that her “BFF” and the referee remain in their discussion, Evans pulls the dazed Juliet up to her feet, Bloodwind moaning softly as she examines her jaw by shifting it left to right. Moving her lips exceeding close to Juliet‘s ear, the Smartest Girl in the Room whispers, “Listen up, you reservation c*mslut. There’s only one woman who is going to take that belt off Gabby, and you’re NOT her.” Nudging her head underneath Bloodwind’s left arm, Rose wraps her arms around Juliet’s waist, popping her hips and bridging back...
... and the crowd reacts in alarm as Rose’s saito suplex DRIVES the head and shoulders of the Tempe Temptress into the floor.
SAITO SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=T8XPR6iRv_Q
Having possibly rendered Juliet utterly insensate, the Smartest Girl in the Room picks the challenger’s all but limp body off the floor and, with some effort, muscles the Native American beauty up onto the apron. Within the confines of the ropes, Gabby makes sure to wait until her fellow Barely Legal brat manages to roll Bloodwind a few feet away from the ropes before brushing past the official and sauntering over. With Juliet apparently dead to the world, Mendoza doesn’t waste any energy doing anything more than dropping to her knees and draping herself across the Tempe Temptress’ chest, not even bothering to hook a leg as she scores the...
ONE...
TWO...
THRENOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!
Bloodwind kicks out. Weakly.
Out on the floor, Evans turns away from the ring and mutters something unkind under her breath. Gabby, meanwhile, lifts her opponent up to a seated position before dropping to her backside behind the Navajo warrior. Deftly, Mendoza slips her left leg around Juliet’s throat before locking her foot in the pit of her right knee, securing a figure four headscissors... which she further tightens when the Babyfaced Killer grabs and pulls back on her own right foot. The constriction around her throat brings the Tempe Temptress back to the land of the (semi) living, gurgling and thrashing, but waving off any requests for a submission from the official.
After a bit of writhing and more than a bit of groaning, Juliet manages to slip an ankle around the bottom rope, which prompts the official to call for a break. Gabby complies with hardly a squeak of protest, but her generosity proves to have limits. Grabbing Bloodwind by the pigtails, she pulls the Navajo warrior up to her knees before shoving Juliet’s throat down across the middle rope and then pressing her shin against the back of the challenger’s neck. As strong as Mendoza’s legs might be, the rubber encased steel seems even more vicious as it bears into her windpipe. Juliet’s boots stomp and stamp at the canvas, her hands coiling around the cable and pushing upward, biceps straining as she tries to create some separation to draw in a breath...
... to no avail.
“Let her up, Gabby!” the referee demands.
The Babyfaced Killer answers the order with a medium sized bubble, though one with industrial sized contempt.
“ONE!
TWO!!
THREE!!!
FOUR!!!!”
Mendoza rises off the challenger and saunters past the referee, whose gaze can’t help but follow the swishing of the Barely Legal brat’s hips... which gives Rose Evans JUUST enough time to blast Bloodwind’s cheek with an open hand slap.
A groggy but enraged Tempe Temptress pushed herself up from her knees, her admittedly slightly glazed eyes still managing to burn as she glares at the Smartest Girl in the Room. “Gettin’ REAL sick of your sh*t...” Bloodwind manages to gasp before turning back toward the inside of the ring, still slightly stooped...
... which allows Gabby Mendoza to leap over her back, slipping an arm around Juliet’s neck before dropping to the mat and SPIKING the crown of the challenger’s skull with a floatover DDT.
FLOATOVER DDT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=qwXYNaZej-8
This time, the Babyfaced Killer DOES gather up and hook the far leg for the...
ONE...
TWO...
THRENOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!
Bloodwind gets a shoulder up.
Not at all bothered by the match carrying on, Gabby scrambles to her feet and yanks Bloodwind up with a handful of raven locks. Shoving the challenger’s head under her left arm, Mendoza prepares to administer a snap suplex... but before she can, the Tempe Temptress hooks the lovely latina’s leg and rocks back, capturing the Lightweight champion in a snug small package!
ONE...
TWO...
THREE?
??
Gabby bucks free, but in time? She rolls to her knees, white as a sheet as looks to the official, and she doesn’t draw another breath until she sees him only holding up two fingers. Relieved, she starts to rise, as does the referee...
... but neither one manages it quickly enough.
Charging from behind the referee, the Tempe Temptress plants a boot against his back and launches herself into the sky, toward Gabby, who is still doubled over. And before the Babyfaced Killer can straighten up, Bloodwind wraps her arms around Gabby’s waist, again planting Mendoza’s shoulder flat against the mat, this time by way of an improvised sunset flip.
ONE...
TWO...
THRNOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!
Gabby manages to kick out somewhat less suspensefully on this occasion, both brunettes racing back to verticality... and AGAIN, the Tempe Temptress ensnares the champion in a small package! Just one problem: one they hit the mat, Gabby manages to keep both of them tumbling, one over the other, neither’s shoulders flat for even as much as a second. As such, the referee doesn’t even try to count. He simply stands in the middle of the ring as Juliet and Gabby go round and round and round, one lap becoming two...
... becoming three...
... becoming four...
... becoming FIVE...
... until the Babyfaced Killer manages to break the knot conjoining them with a flex of her leg, sending both beauties spilling away from one another in a dizzied rush. Making it up as far as her knees, Gabby drunkenly crawls toward the ropes, Rose Evans rushing over to offer some words of encouragement. Juliet Bloodwind is able to make it back to her feet, but her equilibrium might be in even worse shape than her opponent’s, judging by her sweeping arms and zig-zagging stride...
... and when she stumbles into the path of the referee, the extent of the Tempe Temptress’ addled state becomes obvious when she wraps an arm around HIS neck and hooks his leg, taking the zebra down and into a small package!!!!
Much as she had done with Gabby, Juliet and the official begin to go round and round--a development which draws a smirk from the Smartest Girl in the Room. As Gabby’s senses return to her, Rose points her toward the tumbling challenger and referee. “Think I should count them down?” Mendoza asks with a sly grin.
“If you get the chance.”
The Babyfaced Killer uses the ropes to pull herself up, sagging against the cables as Bloodwind as the ref complete three and a half laps before the struggling man manages to buck his way out of Juliet’s grasp. The Tempe Temptress rolls through to her knees, her arms still sweeping through the air as she momentarily settles back on her haunches. Eventually, both of them start kneewalking toward one another, looking to use each other to help themselves up...
SMALL PACKAGE MAYHEM:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=TelASire_kM
Alas, before either can, Gabby Mendoza pushes off the ropes, sprinting toward the Tempe Temptress and leaping into the air. Extending a leg, she slips her thigh over the back of Juliet’s head, and DRIVES the dizzied and disoriented Native American’s face into the canvas with a fameasser.
FAMEASSER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=zYUg0qLG-Fs
The Babyfaced Killer considers going for a cover, but with the referee still woozy, opts instead to rise and pull the Tempe Temptress up as well. To her credit, Juliet attempts to take a swipe at Mendoza, but dizzied as she remains, the blow is easily intercepted, Gabby hooking the Navajo’s arm and also grabbing her head. Suddenly, the Lightweight champ drops to one knee, yanking Bloodwind down and slamming her face into the latina’s posted knee. Juliet shoots straight back to her full height, which suits Gabby just fine as she charges and takes the challenger down with a running neckbreaker.
DROP DOWN FACEBUSTER/RUNNING NECKBREAKER COMBO:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=srlDx3_c_kQ
Mendoza glances over her shoulder, and when she sees the official has shaken off the worst of his ordeal, she covers the Tempe Temptress for the...
ONE...
TWO...
THRNOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!
Bloodwind gets a shoulder up.
“Stay down, dammit!” Gabby snaps, unloading with an open hand slap that sends Juliet’s head swiveling toward her right shoulder. Determined to MAKE the Tempe Temptress stay down, the Babyfaced Killer pops to her feet and slips through the ropes, making a beeline for the near corner. Climbing her way to the top turnbuckle, Mendoza doesn’t waste any time in going higher still by launching from her perch into a picture perfect frogsplash...
FROGSPLASH:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=EBtYGsvAQ9o
... that meets NOTHING BUT CANVAS after the Tempe Temptress rolls clear!
Both women come to rest on their backs, Bloodwind having tumbled there while Mendoza flops over and curls into a tight ball, her arms hugging her tummy, sandwiched between that belly and her raised thighs. From the floor, Rose Evans slaps the apron with both hands. “You are NOT losing this belt already,” the Smartest Girl in the Room hisses, barely audible, before adding in a much louder voice, “COME ON, GABZ!!!”
The Babyfaced Killer heeds her partner’s urgings, breathing heavily but pulling herself up, the Tempe Temptress trailing just behind her but looking considerably more unsteady. Marching over to her foe, Gabby ROCKS the challenger with a forearm to the chest. As Bloodwind’s arms fly up in response to the blow, Mendoza grabs her wrist and sets her feet, attempting to execute an Irish whip, but the Navajo beauty proves to have a few answers left in her bag when she reverses the whip. When the Barely Legal brat rebounds to her, Juliet tosses the smaller brunette onto her shoulders and into a fireman’s carry. And after a couple of quick strides, she SLAMS Mendoza to the canvas with her pop up Samoan drop.
POP UP SAMOAN DROP:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=OHt4woO9yig
The Tempe Temptress rocks back onto her shoulders, and in stark defiance to the punishment she had endured, Juliet kips up to her feet. Hairhauling the Lightweight champion up as well, Bloodwind lines Mendoza up with the far corner and whips her toward the buckles. No sooner had she released her prey does Juliet take off after her, not giving herself much time to react when Gabby hits the buckles. But depending on the smaller brunette’s fate, she had two options in mind. And the choice is made when Mendoza’s legs buckle, sending the champion plopping to a seat in the corner. At which point, Bloodwind doesn’t break stride, and RAMS a running knee into Gabby’s mug.
PANIC ATTACK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=71snnULKf4g
“Upsy daisy,” the Native American beauty mutters, bending down and reaching underneath Gabby’s arms, pulling the reeling Latina up to her feet before pressing her back against the buckles. For Navajo Nation, there’s little suspense when Juliet slips Gabby’s arms over the top rope. There’s just a sense of anticipation when the Tempe Temptress draws back her choppin’ hand...
... and then starts to UNLOADED with a blinding fury of knife edged chops to Mendoza’s chest. Gabby can do little more than cry out and stamp her feet as her chest takes on an ever-increasing crimson tint, and only a subsequent review of the match tape would lead to an accurate tally of chops landed in the ten to fifteen seconds Bloodwind fires away.
KNIFE EDGE MASSACRE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=8doUJsDnGL8
Bringing the barrage to a blistering conclusion, Juliet takes a step to the side, allowing her foe to stumble out of the corner on wobbly legs, both arms crossed over her throbbing chest. And the Tempe Temptress immediately pivots and slips through the ropes, climbing her way toward the top turnbuckle with one final, crowning chop in mind. “HEADS UP, GABZ!” Rose calls from the floor...
... but that might not have been the best choice of words, as Mendoza takes her BFF quite literally when she spins around and looks up. A flying Tempe Temptress sweeps down her choppin’ hand, striking the crown of Gabby’s skull with a tomahawk chop that drops the Babyfaced Killer to the canvas. Falling to her knees beside the champion, Bloodwind covers and hooks the far leg, scoring the...
TOMAHAWK CHOP:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Q-kmvTOVmHE
ONE...
TWO...
THRENOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Gabby gets a shoulder up.
Pulling her opponent up, Bloodwind turns her back to Gabby and reaches over her shoulder, slapping on a quick three quarters facelock. She then charges toward the near corner, hopping into the skies and quickly scrambling her way from the middle to the top turnbuckle before vaulting backwards. The Tempe Temptress ‘THWAP’s down her backside, a considerably more comfortable landing than Mendoza’s face and chest first collision with the canvas. The Bloodhawk Slam sends the Babyfaced Killer spilling to her back, arms and legs splayed, her eyes blinking and uncomprehending.
BLOODHAWK PLUNGE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=gMuGREYMsVs
As fate would have it, the reigning (and soon to be former?) Lightweight champion is left BEAUTIFULLY lined up with the corner for the Tempe Temptress’ purposes--a state of affairs which does NOT escape the notice of Juliet Bloodwind. “THAT BELT IS MINE!!!!!” the challenger bellows before retreating to the opposite corner, and if she could hit her Bloodhawk Slam, she almost certainly would not be wrong.
About to witness the end of her tag team partner’s reign as champion before the completion of even one successful defense, Rose Evans knows she must act fast. And so, as the Tempe Temptress sprints toward Mendoza’s prone form, the Smartest Girl in the Room springs onto the apron with absolutely no subtlety, a gesture which immediately turns the referee’s attention away from the action and toward her...
... but Juliet also recognizes the intrusion with enough time to call an audible. Normally, the Navajo beauty would leap over her opponent to the top turnbuckle before launching one of the most beautiful moonsaults in the business. But tonight, the Tempe Temptress alters her course, flying over Mendoza and landing instead on the middle rope. From there, Bloodwind springboards to deliver a triangle dropkick that catches Evans in the chest and sends her crashing to the floor in a heap.
TRIANGLE DROPKICK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=xsfIZdG31J8
Popping back to her feet, Bloodwind moves to the ropes, calling down to the plucked Rose, “LOOKS LIKE SOMEONE NEEDS A DUNCE CAP! YOU WANT THAT BELT SO BADLY? I’LL GIVE YOU THE FIRST SHOT!” Her message sent, Juliet turns away from the cables, adding more to herself than anything else, “But first things fiiiuuuUUUUUUUNNNNNNNNNPPPPPPPPHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”
Unnoticed by Juliet, by the referee, and even a fair few in the audience, as she had issued her intentions to one half of Barely Legal, the other had managed to climb to her feet. And as Bloodwind had spun around to face her, Gabby had already launched herself toward the Tempe Temptress. Before Juliet can even fully process what is transpiring, Mendoza’s hands are reaching behind her foe’s head and her knees rising up to meet Bloodwind’s features. And in the next instant, the Babyfaced Killer falls to her back, pulling the Tempe Temptress down with her and abruptly Bursting Juliet’s Bubble.
BURSTING YOUR BUBBLE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=sEsGLFvLMCI
The Navajo warrior is launching back onto her heels, staggering in reverse until her back hits the ropes. But then the rubber coated steel strands propel Bloodwind forward a step and a half before she pitches over, landing in a face down and spasming heap. Crawling over to the challenger as quickly as she can manage, Gabby shovels the bigger brunette ever before climbing on top, roughly planting her backside atop Bloodwind’s face as she hooks the Native American’s legs under her arms. Folded up tight, Juliet can only manage to wriggle her upturned tush in futility as the official slaps off the...
ONE...
TWO...
THREE!!!!!!!!!!!!
As the bell sounds, Rose Evans works her way up to one knee with a knowing smirk. Gabby, meanwhile, adjusts her weight as she continue to sweep her hips back and forth--not rising up enough to allow Juliet to draw in a clean breath, but just enough to make it hurt when she settles back down, discouraging the Tempe Temptress’ continuing resistance with each heavy bounce, to the point where Bloodwind’s trapped legs barely push up against Mendoza’s underarms as the announcer makes it official.
“Ladies and gentlemen,” he declares, “your winner, via pinfall, and STILL FAWN LIGHTWEIGHT champion... GAAABBBBBBYYY MEEENNNDDDOOOZZZAAA!!!!!”
The Babyfaced Killer doesn’t dismount the vanquished Tempe Temptress, though she does release Juliet’s gams, allowing them to tumble to the mat. Now satisfied that her opponent had been rendered unconscious, only then does Mendoza lean forward, falling into a three point stance over the slumbering Navajo warrior--her other hand is preoccupied moving toward her lips. After spitting her gum toward her fingers, Gabby props herself up on an elbow as her free hand slips into Juliet’s waistband, lifting up on her briefs.
“Niiiice,” Mendoza grins, reaching inside her foe’s bottoms to dispose of her gum. Releasing the faux deerskin, Gabby pointedly pats Bloodwind’s briefs back into the proper alignment as Navajo Nation voices its displeasure.
JULIET BLOODWIND
“KILLING IN THE NAME OF”:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=vAaLeJ53umE
To the accompanying sonic assault of Rage Against the Machine's "Killing in the Name Of", Juliet Bloodwind, emerges atop the ramp. The crowd erupts into a supportive roar, happy to see the Tempe Temptress back in action once more.
The Tempe Temptress exudes a flirtatious confidence as she struts down the steel toward the ring. The pigtailed Juliet slaps hands with the fans sitting along the ramp, her imitation deerskin string bikini and matching knee high boots leaving very little to the public's imagination, and receiving a rousing vocal endorsement--if anything, the spirit she's shown during her servitude to Anciline de Cyr and in defending her Tag and Intercontinental titles has only FURTHER endeared her to the Orlando faithful. She arches a wry eyebrow at this sight of one sign: “GABBY’S GETTIN’ SCALPED!” Another fan waves a sign that had almost become a fixture, reading: "CONSIDER ME TEMPTED, TEMPE TEMPTRESS!"
And for the sentiment, as always, he is rewarded with a hug and a quick peck on the cheek. Bloodwind makes a complete circuit around the ring, continuing to press the flesh with the assembled fans. Her lap completed, Juliet moves quickly toward the ring, gracefully hopping onto the apron. With her back to the ropes, Juliet casts a quick glance over her shoulder at the official and the announcer before draping her arms over the top rope. The nubile Native American gives a suggestive wiggle of her hips before leaning backward, flipping herself over the top rope and landing on her feet inside the ring, Navajo Nation roaring its approval while Bloodwind starts to limber up in her corner.
The speakers crackle back to life, but what emerges is not anything heard in the FAWN Arena before. Given the way the Lightweight triple threat had played out, was this the first sign of a disintegration of Barely Legal?
“BUBBLEGUM BYTCH”:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=d1eQLw0Nwto
“And now,” the announcer resumes over Marina and the Diamonds, “introducing the champion... Being accompanied to the ring by her BFF, Rose Evans..."
That description earns a few scoffs and snickers from the FAWNatics.
“... and representing the FUTURE of FAWN, Gen Next... Hailing from Irving, Texas... She stands five feet five inches tall and weighs in at one hundred and twenty-two pounds. Ladies and gentlemen, the Babyfaced Killer, YOUR Lightweight champion, GAAABBBBBBYYY MEEENNNDDDOOOZZZAAA!!!!!”
ROSE EVANS:
GABBY MENDOZA:
A cascade of boors begins to reign down. A few moments after that introduction, two lovely young ladies emerged from backstage—with an emphasis on “YOUNG.” Evans and Mendoza stroll down to the ring virtually side by side, Gabby leading the way with a somewhat more dour than usual Rose—the shorter and more fair skinned of the two—trailing behind, to a decidedly lustful reaction from the capacity crowd. But Evans’ eyes never register the presence of the crowd or waver from her tag team partner’s back. Gabby—just a little taller with a darker complexion—seems a little more aware of her surroundings, and possibly even less impressed with the fans around ringside. But, if she is scowling, the effect is somewhat diluted by the periodic bubbles that Mendoza blows with her gum.
Both women are dressed the exact same way: adorned in black lace panties underneath plaid mini-skirts and matching black bustiers that, with neither of these women likely to be mistaken for Hailey Kennedy, give their bosoms an extremely flattering boost. Both sets of well-shaped legs are encased in thigh high black nylons along with white boots. Climbing onto the apron, Rose and Gabby each slip one leg through the ropes, bending deep at the waist as they swept their upper bodies toward the ring…
… only to stop halfway, their faces sooooooo close to coming into contact. Regardless of any tensions Gabby’s belt--and the manner in which she had won it--might have spawned, their clearly remains a tight bond between the ingenues.
Mendoza and Evans brush noses, exchanging an Eskimo kiss, before Gabby pulls the rest of the way into the ring. As Rose departs the apron for Mendoza’s corner, Gabby blows a bubble in the direction of the Tempe Tramp, pointedly making sure it grew too big for the confectionary to withstand, bursting with a loud ‘POP!’
The lovely latina passes her belt to the official, who holds it aloft to a thunderous cheer before handing it off himself to a ringside staffer. And after a few notes on the rules and regulations, he calls for the bell, bringing champion and challenger circling out of their respective corners. Bloodwind and Mendoza tie up, jockeying for position for a few moments before the Tempe Temptress manages to work Gabby into a hammerlock...
... but not for long.
After a few seconds, the Babyfaced Killer manages to reverse the hammerlock into one of her own. Juliet grimaces as her arm is wrenched further up her back, but she too works her way out--only instead of reversing the hold into one of her own, Bloodwind reaches over her shoulder and claims Gabby’s noggin, roughly depositing the smaller brunette on her bum with a snapmare and dropping behind to apply a chinlock.
Gabby struggles to get to her side, from where she forces her way back to her feet, in the face of stubborn resistance from the challenger. But with the Babyfaced Killer still slumped forward, Juliet breaks the chinlock of her volition and backs Mendoza into the ropes with a couple of forearm shots to the chest. Bodying up against Gabby, Bloodwind launches her racing with an Irish whip and marches after her as far as mid-ring. The Tempe Temptress braces herself and crouches down, catching the hurtling champion around one thigh with both arms and lifting her off her feet, only to fall backwards and SLAM Gabby to the canvas with a flapjack.
FLAPJACK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=XAqrBUQcuxU
To her credit, Gabby rushes back to her feet quickly--but not quickly enough. Already vertical, Juliet goes airborne, clamping her thighs around Mendoza’s head and abruptly throwing her weight into reverse, Bloodwind’s standing rana sending the Babyfaced Killer skidding toward the ropes. Gabby turns into the slide, as it were, continuing to skid across the canvas until she drops to the floor, landing on her feet and drunkenly stumbling into the waiting arms of the Smartest Girl in the Room.
“It’s okay, Gabz,” Rose mumbles to her softly, stroking her hair. “You’ll get on traaaaaauuuuuuuUUUUUNNNNNNNPPPPPPPPPPHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!”
Maybe she would, but not before the Tempe Temptress crashes into BOTH members of Barely Legal, having slung herself through the ropes without any regard for her own wellbeing. “STEEEEEEEEEEEER-IIIIIIIIKKKKEEEE!!!!!!!!” one ringside member of Navajo Nation howls as Juliet picks herself off the human wreckage, and Juliet flashes him a quick thumbs up before peeling Gabby off the floor. Taking the champion’s wrist, Bloodwind sends the Babyfaced Killer SLAMMING into the ringsteps with an Irish whip.
The FAWN Arena is rocking as Bloodwind scrapes Gabby off the deck and stuffs the smaller brunette under the bottom rope. After sending Mendoza rolling back into the ring, the Tempe Temptress climbs onto the apron and grabs the top rope with both hands, waiting for the defending Lightweight champion to get her bearings. When Mendoza does start struggling towards her feet, Bloodwind rocks back, intending to vault onto the top rope and launch a springboard clothesline.
“Refffffffffff...” Gabby pants. “Think she hit me with a chair.”
“No, she didn’t,” he replied, turning to address her at the worst possible time. For as he did so, Juliet left her feet--but before her boots could find purchase on the top rope, two hands wrap around her ankles, Rose Evans savagely yanking backward and down and causing the Tempe Temptress to crash and burn, her jaw smacking off the apron before she crumples the rest of the way to the concrete floor.
After ensuring that her “BFF” and the referee remain in their discussion, Evans pulls the dazed Juliet up to her feet, Bloodwind moaning softly as she examines her jaw by shifting it left to right. Moving her lips exceeding close to Juliet‘s ear, the Smartest Girl in the Room whispers, “Listen up, you reservation c*mslut. There’s only one woman who is going to take that belt off Gabby, and you’re NOT her.” Nudging her head underneath Bloodwind’s left arm, Rose wraps her arms around Juliet’s waist, popping her hips and bridging back...
... and the crowd reacts in alarm as Rose’s saito suplex DRIVES the head and shoulders of the Tempe Temptress into the floor.
SAITO SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=T8XPR6iRv_Q
Having possibly rendered Juliet utterly insensate, the Smartest Girl in the Room picks the challenger’s all but limp body off the floor and, with some effort, muscles the Native American beauty up onto the apron. Within the confines of the ropes, Gabby makes sure to wait until her fellow Barely Legal brat manages to roll Bloodwind a few feet away from the ropes before brushing past the official and sauntering over. With Juliet apparently dead to the world, Mendoza doesn’t waste any energy doing anything more than dropping to her knees and draping herself across the Tempe Temptress’ chest, not even bothering to hook a leg as she scores the...
ONE...
TWO...
THRENOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!
Bloodwind kicks out. Weakly.
Out on the floor, Evans turns away from the ring and mutters something unkind under her breath. Gabby, meanwhile, lifts her opponent up to a seated position before dropping to her backside behind the Navajo warrior. Deftly, Mendoza slips her left leg around Juliet’s throat before locking her foot in the pit of her right knee, securing a figure four headscissors... which she further tightens when the Babyfaced Killer grabs and pulls back on her own right foot. The constriction around her throat brings the Tempe Temptress back to the land of the (semi) living, gurgling and thrashing, but waving off any requests for a submission from the official.
After a bit of writhing and more than a bit of groaning, Juliet manages to slip an ankle around the bottom rope, which prompts the official to call for a break. Gabby complies with hardly a squeak of protest, but her generosity proves to have limits. Grabbing Bloodwind by the pigtails, she pulls the Navajo warrior up to her knees before shoving Juliet’s throat down across the middle rope and then pressing her shin against the back of the challenger’s neck. As strong as Mendoza’s legs might be, the rubber encased steel seems even more vicious as it bears into her windpipe. Juliet’s boots stomp and stamp at the canvas, her hands coiling around the cable and pushing upward, biceps straining as she tries to create some separation to draw in a breath...
... to no avail.
“Let her up, Gabby!” the referee demands.
The Babyfaced Killer answers the order with a medium sized bubble, though one with industrial sized contempt.
“ONE!
TWO!!
THREE!!!
FOUR!!!!”
Mendoza rises off the challenger and saunters past the referee, whose gaze can’t help but follow the swishing of the Barely Legal brat’s hips... which gives Rose Evans JUUST enough time to blast Bloodwind’s cheek with an open hand slap.
A groggy but enraged Tempe Temptress pushed herself up from her knees, her admittedly slightly glazed eyes still managing to burn as she glares at the Smartest Girl in the Room. “Gettin’ REAL sick of your sh*t...” Bloodwind manages to gasp before turning back toward the inside of the ring, still slightly stooped...
... which allows Gabby Mendoza to leap over her back, slipping an arm around Juliet’s neck before dropping to the mat and SPIKING the crown of the challenger’s skull with a floatover DDT.
FLOATOVER DDT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=qwXYNaZej-8
This time, the Babyfaced Killer DOES gather up and hook the far leg for the...
ONE...
TWO...
THRENOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!
Bloodwind gets a shoulder up.
Not at all bothered by the match carrying on, Gabby scrambles to her feet and yanks Bloodwind up with a handful of raven locks. Shoving the challenger’s head under her left arm, Mendoza prepares to administer a snap suplex... but before she can, the Tempe Temptress hooks the lovely latina’s leg and rocks back, capturing the Lightweight champion in a snug small package!
ONE...
TWO...
THREE?
??Gabby bucks free, but in time? She rolls to her knees, white as a sheet as looks to the official, and she doesn’t draw another breath until she sees him only holding up two fingers. Relieved, she starts to rise, as does the referee...
... but neither one manages it quickly enough.
Charging from behind the referee, the Tempe Temptress plants a boot against his back and launches herself into the sky, toward Gabby, who is still doubled over. And before the Babyfaced Killer can straighten up, Bloodwind wraps her arms around Gabby’s waist, again planting Mendoza’s shoulder flat against the mat, this time by way of an improvised sunset flip.
ONE...
TWO...
THRNOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!
Gabby manages to kick out somewhat less suspensefully on this occasion, both brunettes racing back to verticality... and AGAIN, the Tempe Temptress ensnares the champion in a small package! Just one problem: one they hit the mat, Gabby manages to keep both of them tumbling, one over the other, neither’s shoulders flat for even as much as a second. As such, the referee doesn’t even try to count. He simply stands in the middle of the ring as Juliet and Gabby go round and round and round, one lap becoming two...
... becoming three...
... becoming four...
... becoming FIVE...
... until the Babyfaced Killer manages to break the knot conjoining them with a flex of her leg, sending both beauties spilling away from one another in a dizzied rush. Making it up as far as her knees, Gabby drunkenly crawls toward the ropes, Rose Evans rushing over to offer some words of encouragement. Juliet Bloodwind is able to make it back to her feet, but her equilibrium might be in even worse shape than her opponent’s, judging by her sweeping arms and zig-zagging stride...
... and when she stumbles into the path of the referee, the extent of the Tempe Temptress’ addled state becomes obvious when she wraps an arm around HIS neck and hooks his leg, taking the zebra down and into a small package!!!!
Much as she had done with Gabby, Juliet and the official begin to go round and round--a development which draws a smirk from the Smartest Girl in the Room. As Gabby’s senses return to her, Rose points her toward the tumbling challenger and referee. “Think I should count them down?” Mendoza asks with a sly grin.
“If you get the chance.”
The Babyfaced Killer uses the ropes to pull herself up, sagging against the cables as Bloodwind as the ref complete three and a half laps before the struggling man manages to buck his way out of Juliet’s grasp. The Tempe Temptress rolls through to her knees, her arms still sweeping through the air as she momentarily settles back on her haunches. Eventually, both of them start kneewalking toward one another, looking to use each other to help themselves up...
SMALL PACKAGE MAYHEM:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=TelASire_kM
Alas, before either can, Gabby Mendoza pushes off the ropes, sprinting toward the Tempe Temptress and leaping into the air. Extending a leg, she slips her thigh over the back of Juliet’s head, and DRIVES the dizzied and disoriented Native American’s face into the canvas with a fameasser.
FAMEASSER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=zYUg0qLG-Fs
The Babyfaced Killer considers going for a cover, but with the referee still woozy, opts instead to rise and pull the Tempe Temptress up as well. To her credit, Juliet attempts to take a swipe at Mendoza, but dizzied as she remains, the blow is easily intercepted, Gabby hooking the Navajo’s arm and also grabbing her head. Suddenly, the Lightweight champ drops to one knee, yanking Bloodwind down and slamming her face into the latina’s posted knee. Juliet shoots straight back to her full height, which suits Gabby just fine as she charges and takes the challenger down with a running neckbreaker.
DROP DOWN FACEBUSTER/RUNNING NECKBREAKER COMBO:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=srlDx3_c_kQ
Mendoza glances over her shoulder, and when she sees the official has shaken off the worst of his ordeal, she covers the Tempe Temptress for the...
ONE...
TWO...
THRNOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!
Bloodwind gets a shoulder up.
“Stay down, dammit!” Gabby snaps, unloading with an open hand slap that sends Juliet’s head swiveling toward her right shoulder. Determined to MAKE the Tempe Temptress stay down, the Babyfaced Killer pops to her feet and slips through the ropes, making a beeline for the near corner. Climbing her way to the top turnbuckle, Mendoza doesn’t waste any time in going higher still by launching from her perch into a picture perfect frogsplash...
FROGSPLASH:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=EBtYGsvAQ9o
... that meets NOTHING BUT CANVAS after the Tempe Temptress rolls clear!
Both women come to rest on their backs, Bloodwind having tumbled there while Mendoza flops over and curls into a tight ball, her arms hugging her tummy, sandwiched between that belly and her raised thighs. From the floor, Rose Evans slaps the apron with both hands. “You are NOT losing this belt already,” the Smartest Girl in the Room hisses, barely audible, before adding in a much louder voice, “COME ON, GABZ!!!”
The Babyfaced Killer heeds her partner’s urgings, breathing heavily but pulling herself up, the Tempe Temptress trailing just behind her but looking considerably more unsteady. Marching over to her foe, Gabby ROCKS the challenger with a forearm to the chest. As Bloodwind’s arms fly up in response to the blow, Mendoza grabs her wrist and sets her feet, attempting to execute an Irish whip, but the Navajo beauty proves to have a few answers left in her bag when she reverses the whip. When the Barely Legal brat rebounds to her, Juliet tosses the smaller brunette onto her shoulders and into a fireman’s carry. And after a couple of quick strides, she SLAMS Mendoza to the canvas with her pop up Samoan drop.
POP UP SAMOAN DROP:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=OHt4woO9yig
The Tempe Temptress rocks back onto her shoulders, and in stark defiance to the punishment she had endured, Juliet kips up to her feet. Hairhauling the Lightweight champion up as well, Bloodwind lines Mendoza up with the far corner and whips her toward the buckles. No sooner had she released her prey does Juliet take off after her, not giving herself much time to react when Gabby hits the buckles. But depending on the smaller brunette’s fate, she had two options in mind. And the choice is made when Mendoza’s legs buckle, sending the champion plopping to a seat in the corner. At which point, Bloodwind doesn’t break stride, and RAMS a running knee into Gabby’s mug.
PANIC ATTACK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=71snnULKf4g
“Upsy daisy,” the Native American beauty mutters, bending down and reaching underneath Gabby’s arms, pulling the reeling Latina up to her feet before pressing her back against the buckles. For Navajo Nation, there’s little suspense when Juliet slips Gabby’s arms over the top rope. There’s just a sense of anticipation when the Tempe Temptress draws back her choppin’ hand...
... and then starts to UNLOADED with a blinding fury of knife edged chops to Mendoza’s chest. Gabby can do little more than cry out and stamp her feet as her chest takes on an ever-increasing crimson tint, and only a subsequent review of the match tape would lead to an accurate tally of chops landed in the ten to fifteen seconds Bloodwind fires away.
KNIFE EDGE MASSACRE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=8doUJsDnGL8
Bringing the barrage to a blistering conclusion, Juliet takes a step to the side, allowing her foe to stumble out of the corner on wobbly legs, both arms crossed over her throbbing chest. And the Tempe Temptress immediately pivots and slips through the ropes, climbing her way toward the top turnbuckle with one final, crowning chop in mind. “HEADS UP, GABZ!” Rose calls from the floor...
... but that might not have been the best choice of words, as Mendoza takes her BFF quite literally when she spins around and looks up. A flying Tempe Temptress sweeps down her choppin’ hand, striking the crown of Gabby’s skull with a tomahawk chop that drops the Babyfaced Killer to the canvas. Falling to her knees beside the champion, Bloodwind covers and hooks the far leg, scoring the...
TOMAHAWK CHOP:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Q-kmvTOVmHE
ONE...
TWO...
THRENOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Gabby gets a shoulder up.
Pulling her opponent up, Bloodwind turns her back to Gabby and reaches over her shoulder, slapping on a quick three quarters facelock. She then charges toward the near corner, hopping into the skies and quickly scrambling her way from the middle to the top turnbuckle before vaulting backwards. The Tempe Temptress ‘THWAP’s down her backside, a considerably more comfortable landing than Mendoza’s face and chest first collision with the canvas. The Bloodhawk Slam sends the Babyfaced Killer spilling to her back, arms and legs splayed, her eyes blinking and uncomprehending.
BLOODHAWK PLUNGE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=gMuGREYMsVs
As fate would have it, the reigning (and soon to be former?) Lightweight champion is left BEAUTIFULLY lined up with the corner for the Tempe Temptress’ purposes--a state of affairs which does NOT escape the notice of Juliet Bloodwind. “THAT BELT IS MINE!!!!!” the challenger bellows before retreating to the opposite corner, and if she could hit her Bloodhawk Slam, she almost certainly would not be wrong.
About to witness the end of her tag team partner’s reign as champion before the completion of even one successful defense, Rose Evans knows she must act fast. And so, as the Tempe Temptress sprints toward Mendoza’s prone form, the Smartest Girl in the Room springs onto the apron with absolutely no subtlety, a gesture which immediately turns the referee’s attention away from the action and toward her...
... but Juliet also recognizes the intrusion with enough time to call an audible. Normally, the Navajo beauty would leap over her opponent to the top turnbuckle before launching one of the most beautiful moonsaults in the business. But tonight, the Tempe Temptress alters her course, flying over Mendoza and landing instead on the middle rope. From there, Bloodwind springboards to deliver a triangle dropkick that catches Evans in the chest and sends her crashing to the floor in a heap.
TRIANGLE DROPKICK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=xsfIZdG31J8
Popping back to her feet, Bloodwind moves to the ropes, calling down to the plucked Rose, “LOOKS LIKE SOMEONE NEEDS A DUNCE CAP! YOU WANT THAT BELT SO BADLY? I’LL GIVE YOU THE FIRST SHOT!” Her message sent, Juliet turns away from the cables, adding more to herself than anything else, “But first things fiiiuuuUUUUUUUNNNNNNNNNPPPPPPPPHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”
Unnoticed by Juliet, by the referee, and even a fair few in the audience, as she had issued her intentions to one half of Barely Legal, the other had managed to climb to her feet. And as Bloodwind had spun around to face her, Gabby had already launched herself toward the Tempe Temptress. Before Juliet can even fully process what is transpiring, Mendoza’s hands are reaching behind her foe’s head and her knees rising up to meet Bloodwind’s features. And in the next instant, the Babyfaced Killer falls to her back, pulling the Tempe Temptress down with her and abruptly Bursting Juliet’s Bubble.
BURSTING YOUR BUBBLE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=sEsGLFvLMCI
The Navajo warrior is launching back onto her heels, staggering in reverse until her back hits the ropes. But then the rubber coated steel strands propel Bloodwind forward a step and a half before she pitches over, landing in a face down and spasming heap. Crawling over to the challenger as quickly as she can manage, Gabby shovels the bigger brunette ever before climbing on top, roughly planting her backside atop Bloodwind’s face as she hooks the Native American’s legs under her arms. Folded up tight, Juliet can only manage to wriggle her upturned tush in futility as the official slaps off the...
ONE...
TWO...
THREE!!!!!!!!!!!!
As the bell sounds, Rose Evans works her way up to one knee with a knowing smirk. Gabby, meanwhile, adjusts her weight as she continue to sweep her hips back and forth--not rising up enough to allow Juliet to draw in a clean breath, but just enough to make it hurt when she settles back down, discouraging the Tempe Temptress’ continuing resistance with each heavy bounce, to the point where Bloodwind’s trapped legs barely push up against Mendoza’s underarms as the announcer makes it official.
“Ladies and gentlemen,” he declares, “your winner, via pinfall, and STILL FAWN LIGHTWEIGHT champion... GAAABBBBBBYYY MEEENNNDDDOOOZZZAAA!!!!!”
The Babyfaced Killer doesn’t dismount the vanquished Tempe Temptress, though she does release Juliet’s gams, allowing them to tumble to the mat. Now satisfied that her opponent had been rendered unconscious, only then does Mendoza lean forward, falling into a three point stance over the slumbering Navajo warrior--her other hand is preoccupied moving toward her lips. After spitting her gum toward her fingers, Gabby props herself up on an elbow as her free hand slips into Juliet’s waistband, lifting up on her briefs.
“Niiiice,” Mendoza grins, reaching inside her foe’s bottoms to dispose of her gum. Releasing the faux deerskin, Gabby pointedly pats Bloodwind’s briefs back into the proper alignment as Navajo Nation voices its displeasure.