Post by alyadmirer on Aug 12, 2016 22:36:37 GMT
“Ladies and gentlemen," the announcer declares, “the following contest is scheduled for one fall, with a twenty minute time limit...”
The crowd responds heartily... which only ebbs slightly at the first stirrings of a somewhat unfamiliar beat--namely, Sumo Cyco’s “My Name is Rock ‘N’ Roll”...
MY NAME IS ROCK ‘N’ ROLL:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=PHbdGnZHXw4
“Introducing first, the challenger... Hailing from Boulder, Colorado, she stands at five feet two inches tall and weighs in tonight at one hundred and seventeen pounds. She is the Backyard Highlight Reel… RIIILLLEEEYYY SHHHAAAYYYNNNEEE!!!!!”
RILEY SHAYNE:
With the words still coming out of his mouth, the young FAWN star becomes a blonde, tan and aquamarine blur of motion, sprinting toward the ring. The wins were finally starting to come for the youngster--more so alongside AJ than on her own, but singles success was beginning to come as well. Diving under the bottom rope and springing back to her feet quickly, the Orlando denizens get a better chance to appreciate this adorable little scrapper. Ready to do battle in her favorite aquamarine two-piece, white pads and matching boots, the death-defying blonde throws up both hands, as well as shouts an enthusiastic “YOU READY FOR A FIGHT, ORLANDO?!”
That battle cry, along with a beaming smile was enough to get Shayne another round of enthusiastic cheering from the Orlando denizens. Just as the Coloradical Kid springs onto the middle turnbuckle, the blonde shrugs her shoulders as guitarist Matt Drake poses the question, “What will it take...”
A female voice concludes, “... to become free?”
“Let go of yourself...” comes the gruff masculine response, before Riley shouts along with the song...
“I’M GONNA MAKE YOU BELIEVE!!!”
With Riley having completely ‘colo-radicalized’ the FAWNatics, soft melodic hip-hop flows through the arena. Catchy if unfamiliar, the crowd turns toward the upper stage in uncertainty. Anxious to see who might be joining the roster, the smarks realize it’s no one from the Desert or the Jungle, which leads to more curiosity.
‘That’s Me Right There’ from Jasmine V has the crowd swaying in anticipation when an African-American dazzler emerges from stage right, shifting her hips in a delicious sashay, the crowd seemingly mesmerized by the action of hips and booty, this girl built with an abundance of junk in the trunk.
”THAT’S ME RIGHT THERE”:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=8tEyAAniu5U&index=36&list=PLFgquLnL59anjMBFmfztjKvngIUN1F987
JASMINE WASHINGTON:
Flashing signs and shaking dat ass, the newbie has the crowd in the palm of her hands. Dressed in a tiny black hoodie ( black version of the following: i2.photobucket.com/albums/y32/biggerb/Jasmine-clothing.jpg~original ) the grappler snaps her head back to clear the hood and her shoulder-length ebony locks behind. She waggles her way down the ramp and aisle as if she already owns the place and when her face turns sour and she shies away from the proffered hands of the crowd, the cheers simmer into bubbling concern.
Beneath the woman wears camo boy-cut trunks (http://s2.photobucket.com/user/biggerb/media/Jasmine-clothing%20below.jpg.html ) which accentuate her bootylicious backside all the more. Below are black pads and boots.
Reaching the ring, she hops to the apron and swishes her rump from side to side before swinging a leg through and following. She swaggers to the middle, calling for a microphone. The rookie catches from mid-air and draws the stick to her lips, giving Riley a look of utter disdain.
“ ‘Wonder bread’ over there can sit her ass down and eat a sandwich and Mister Announcer Man, you keep your mouth shut too.”
The boos percolate amongst the assembled.
“I’m here to tell Da Man he don’t run the show no more. It’s run by the baddest girl on da planet straight from Hotlanta G-A, bytches. It sure as hell ain’t run by Wonder Bread and her posse of sorority girls. It ain’t run by no pretenders who sold out the neighborhood Rumpshakin their way out da hood and into the burbs. Hey LK?”
The crowd whips up a sizable ‘WOOOOO’ for the straight out diss.
“No damn way. Cause me and my manager. We’s know how to keep it real.”
The mention draws heads to the upper stage, but they’re looking in the wrong direction as the woman, instantly recognizable to the true believers, is already halfway down the aisle, a noticeable strut and glide to her trip as well.
DEMETRIA ANDREWS:
Demetria Andrews parades to the corner opposite Shayne and walks up the steps, slipping through to join her charge. She accepts the microphone to growing jeers.
“Time to crumble crackers. Cause the real shakin’ is goin’ to happen now. No ‘bought-and-sold’ backside here. This my badass from Hotlanta. Standing 5 feet 5 inches tall and weighing in at 125 pounds of nuthin the man can handle…dis be my girl…Jasmine Washington.”
The production value has the desired effect, the FAWNatics already leveling double barrels worth of hate at the returning Demetria and her apparent Bates’ knockoff.
J-Dawg spins to face her booty to the camera and slaps both cheeks then turns to Riley and blows over her palms toward the blonde.
“Wonder Bread. You don’t even know!”
A delighted Demetria rips off the hood of Wash’s top and does the same with her sleeves. She heads for the corner and steps through, dropping to her station while Jasmine stretches her limbs while keeping a watchful eye toward Shayne. As the bell rings, Washington strides directly to the circling Riley and chests into the blonde.
“I’ll let you go now and get your big sista…if you got one.”
If the newcomer had hoped to intimidate the smaller blonde girl, the effort is less than successful. Shayne returns the favor, not only pushing her weight up against Washington, but shifting her noggin forward to press her forehead against the rookie's. Nearly nose to nose, Riley mutters, "Don't got one. Don't NEED one." Suddenly, Shayne's hands rise, slamming against Washington's torso and sending her staggering backwards with a forceful shove. "And if you think your ass makes you a big deal here in FAWN..."
The Coloradical Kid spins around, turning her back to her foe, but only long enough to treat Jasmine and the FAWNatics to a wiggle of her own not unappealing or inconsiderable tush. Wheeling back around to face Jasmine, Riley concludes, "Bytch, you don't even have the best ass in this ring!" And a rather vocal portion of the crowd gives their endorsement to Shayne's proclamation.
Jasmine smirks at the effort by Vanilla Ass to pump up her pathetic backyard, laughably trying to compare it to Jasmine's standard. But beneath the forced look of humor, Wash is stewing. She shakes her head in mocking disbelief then suddenly lurches toward Shayne, right arm drawn in a clothesline to teach Wonder Bread how quickly she can be laid out open-face.
Instead, J-Dawg gets a lesson in just how quick the talent in Orlando can be, Riley ducking under that scythe as Washington charges past her. Both women then spin around, but again, the Coloradical Kid proves a little quicker, not only turning to face her opposition but leaping off her feet and pistoning her boots into Jasmine's chest. A race back to verticality ensues, won by Shayne, who delivers and connects with a second dropkick that puts Washington back to the canvas. The young blonde pops back up quickly, beating Wash to her feet by a wider margin this time, Riley having to wait a moment for Jasmine to turn before launching a third dropkick.
But the third time isn't a charm as this kick Jasmine sweeps aside, sending Shayne crashing to the deck. The blonde's hardly hurt and seems to bounce up from the miss without a scratch like she's rubber. But the hothead from Hotlanta is ready with another clothesline and this time connects, dropping Riley hard and heavy. Shayne pops to her feet only to be flattened with another. She's slower on the trifecta, Jasmine having to wait patiently for Riley to rise so she can have her head handed to her with a third clothesline in succession.
Having just seen one form of hat trick thwarted, the crowd--while concerned--remain confident that the Coloradical Kid can summon an answer for this newcomer's version. And perhaps she might have, if she hadn't managed to climb to her feet with her back turned to Washington. But that gives J-Dawg the opportunity she needs to get a running start, her arm striking across Shayne's clavicle just as soon as the blonde spins around. And with the force of that running start behind her, Riley is ripped off her feet, the young veteran flipping through the air before heavily meeting the mat, this time face down.
"Oh hell...to the yeah," Demetria shouts as Jasmine skids to a stop and reviews the wreckage over her shoulder. She grabs the top rope in front of her. "Not so radical now, is she? But then when has a blonde bimbo been radical?"
Washington strolls to Andrews and shares a sign. Meanwhile, Riley pushes to all fours, the crowd cheering her on with a rhythmic clap. Wash bides her time, giving her backside a waggle before switching into gear and racing toward a stooped Shayne. She leaps toward the blonde with her right leg extended, planning to lay it across the back of Riley's neck and Fameasser her foe into a heartbreaking daze.
FAMEASSER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=zYUg0qLG-Fs
The FAWNatics can only hope that Jasmine had spent too much time jawing at them, but it is not to be. The rookie surges into the air and catches Riley while she is still bent in half. Washington's hand lands between the blonde's shoulderblades, just long enough for her to sweep her leg up and over the back of Shayne's noggin. Gravity does the rest, J-Dawg's thigh DRIVING the Coloradical Kid's mug down into the canvas. Washington bounces away on her backside as Riley flops over to her back, her arms spilling absently over her head as she is left dazed, chest heaving as she blinks up at the lights.
Jasmine spins on her cheeks to go side by side with the splayed blonde and kips to her feet. Washington again seems as interested in discussing Riley's beatdown as extending it, but she swings her way back to The Kid and reaches down to snatch a handful of golden locks. Ripping Shayne to her feet, Wash props Riley in front of her and slaps the taste from the Kid's mouth with a wicked bytch slap. She quickly follows it up with a nasty chop to the chest that rocks the blonde. Jasmine doubles Riley over with a toe kick to the tummy and gets on the move. She hits the ropes behind her and barrels back at a bent Shayne, hopping in close to try and collect Riley with a headlock so she can indelicately introduce the Heartbreaker's face to the deck.
FACEBUSTER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=xnSx_vMdQMQ
Knocked breathless by Washington's boot, the folded over blonde is left hugging her belly, unable to straighten up or move out of the way from the leaping rookie. Catching Shayne by the back of her head, J-Dawg drops to her knees, brutally SLAMMING the Coloradical Kid's features into the harsh, unforgiving canvas. Like her opponent, Riley similarly finds herself on her knees after the move, but she is slumped back on her haunches, swaying ever so slightly left to right, her jaw left slack and her eyes rendered with (for her fans, at least) a disheartening glaze.
Jasmine's perfect pearlies emerge as she flashes the '404' at her manager. Demetria nods back and motions toward the ropes in front of Shayne. Jasmine takes off like a rocket, showing she's got some speed to back up her bump. She rebounds in a 180 out of the cables and sprints at the kneeling blonde. At the last second, she twists toward a booty-first collision with ass to face part of the plan for the outclassed Kid.
Alas, the only things Riley Shayne appears to see are twittering little animated birds fluttering through the sky. If she DOES manage to register the impending danger of an ample rump flying toward her face, the young blonde proves utterly incapable of doing anything to stop it. Washington's booty knocks the Coloradical Kid backward, Shayne remaining on her knees, but now also flat on her back. The crowd, too, has been left unable to respond, or to really know HOW to respond, what with their beloved Heartbreaker left, dare I say it, thoroughly bootyshocked in the opening moments.
Jasmine glides into a soft rebound off the opposite ropes and halts next to the folded blonde. "Wonder Bread looks a little shaken," Washington informs. She turns to the nearest lens. " Actually a lot more shaken than any other rump could manage, wouldncha say?" The hot stuff from Hotlanta drops to one knee, placing it on Riley's chest, pinning her shoulders to the canvas for...
ONE...
TWO...
THRENOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!
The Coloradical Kid manages to throw a balled right fist into the air. It doesn't connect with anything other than air, and the movement fails to dislodge J-Dawg's knee from her bosom, but it does lift Shayne's shoulder a couple of inches off the canvas--just enough, and just in time.
Jasmine runs a hand through her charcoal-colored locks, frustration seeping into her green eyes. But just as quickly, it's gone when Wash tugs a rubbery Riley up with her. She scoops the Kid off the canvas and onto a shoulder, carrying the smaller blonde to a precise point in front of a set of buckles. There she SLAMS Shayne to the deck, Riley's back arching in pain. Jasmine walks atop the ivory-skinned tummy of Riley, flattening her to the deck and using her as a stepping stone toward a rope ladder to the top of the buckles. Reaching the top, she settles into a crouch as she leers out at the hissing crowd. "Bytch already flat. Now she gonna be a pancake."
Jasmine hops high into the air, putting her booty in reverse, ready to drop dat ass into the chest of the splayed Kid and force whatever air remains out of her lungs.
Sometimes, for success, positioning is key. And with Riley's head pointed toward the corner--and the descending Washington--her knees are removed from the equation as a potential counter. That leaves only rolling to the left or to the right as a means of evasion for Riley, and sadly, she can manage neither. "OOOOOOOPPPPPPPHHHHHHH!!!!!!!" a suddenly wide-eyed blonde gasps, the back of her head raising off the canvas as Jasmine's hindquarters lands heavily atop the Coloradical Kid's rockies. It actually ends up something of a two-for-one special as J-Dawg bounces a few inches up from the impact, only to touch down again, the second collision sending Shayne's gams flying into the air behind her.
Jasmine quickly reaches behind, hooking first her right arm around the left lower limb of the Kid and doing the same on the opposite side. Leaning forward, she pulls Riley into a stacked matchbook cradle and with dat ass planted firmly on the blonde's chest. Hearts sink and break with Shayne's chin tucked tight to the rookie's crotch as the official slaps the mat for...
ONE...
TWO...
There would be no kickout. Riley's legs strain at their confines, but all this accomplishes is a visually pleasing if utterly futile wriggling of the blonde's own upturned backside, while Jasmine's own rump simply would not be dislodged from her chest.
THREE...
But there would be no bell, either. Even with her biceps held down underneath Washington's shins, the Coloradical Kid juuuuuust manages to reach her left hand to the bottom rope, coiling her fingers around the rubber coated steel.
Jasmine launches to her feet in celebration, but the bitterly complaining Demetria catches her eye and things click when she sees Riley's palm wrapped around the bottom cable. She kicks the hand free of safety and grabs the same wrist, tugging Shayne up with a mighty rip. In a seamless motion, J-Dawg sends Riley off in a scamper, Wonder Bread hitting the ropes and rebounding. Jasmine takes the direct route toward her but slips to the side just enough to try and wrap her arms around the blonde's noggin on the way by. She snakes the cafe-au-lait-colored limbs around the head and neck of the Heartbreaker, hoping to clamp down tight on a sleeper to set things for the the finisher that would put the Rumpshaker to shame.
With a full head of steam, Riley runs into the outstretched left arm of the rookie, but the blow is somewhat softened by Washington almost immediately bending that wing to accept the blonde's throat. In the next instant, Jasmine whips around behind her prey, gluing herself to the Heartbreaker's back. J-Dawg's left hand finds the crook of her right elbow, which promptly snaps shut to complete the sleeper. Again, Riley's eyes snap open wide, both arms immediately and frantically stretching out in front of her, her fingers searching for the ropes. "Uh uhh," Washington hisses. "Not this time..."
There IS a key difference from moments ago, as the Coloradical Kid is now in the middle of the ring as opposed to a corner. And every time the blonde's fingers appear just close enough to brush the cables, Jasmine treats her opponent's head like a steering wheel, giving Shayne's noggin a harsh tug to guide her further away. Feeling her legs increasingly turning to jell-o, Riley's hands shift from swiping out in front of her to reaching up behind her, her fingers now seeking out Washington's locks, hoping she can establish a grip on the rookie's mane and use it to deliver a jawbreaker before her gams finally shimmied and sent her sinking to her knees.
Feeling the body of the blonde soften in her grip, Jasmine shows the Heartbreaker off to each side of the arena in turn, beaming. "You got this girl," Demetria assures. But almost immediately that's put to the test when Riley's arms shoot up, her fingers slipping and locking behind Washington's head. Using gravity as her friend, Shayne drops to her knees and the crown of her head acts as a battering ram into Jasmine's jaw. The grappler's head snaps in a whiplash, Jasmine sent into a drunken stagger, trying to remain upright. She manages for a few seconds before she joins Riley kneeling on her haunches.
The crowd erupts as the Coloradical Kid earns her freedom, but as the saying goes, freedom isn't free. In this particular case, "freedom" comes complete with a rush of renewed oxygen and bloodflow coming to the blonde's brain that, at least for a moment, forces Riley to close her eyes against the pain. But as that wave subsided, Shayne begins to blink. Aware that it couldn't be long before her opponent was back on the attack, the youngster crawls around, to find J-Dawg kneeling as well behind her. Not sure she trusted her legs yet to have enough strength to push her up, Shayne opts to channel her strength into a forearm smash, aimed at Washington's jaw.
Still blinking her green eyes clear of the impact to her chin. Jasmine gets a booster shot courtesy Riley's right wing, the blonde snapping Washington's head to the side. Jasmine rocks back in the Heartbreaker's direction with one of her own that staggers Shayne but doesn't stop the Kid from returning fire and connecting. The crowd cheers and boos, alternating with each blow, until a string of three 'cheers' sends Jasmine into a daze, her head wobbling before a final European uppercut from the blonde delivers the badass from G-A onto her back.
With her opponent now laid out and left truly reeling for the first time, Riley slaps the mat three times before throwing her head back and letting out a roar that was equal parts frustration over the beating she had enduring and determination to do something about it. Rising, the Coloradical Kid grabs a handful of hair and tugs J-Dawg up, lining the rookie up with the far corner. But as she goes to whip Washington toward the buckles, Jasmine pulls out a reversal, sending Shayne for a ride. The blonde turns her back into the collision, letting out a small groan... but as Jasmine starts to follow her in, Riley kicks up her legs, hoping to slip through the gap between the middle and top rope and catch the charging J-Dawg with a pendulum kick.
PENDULUM KICK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=GG5_0pKeLTo
Determined to turn Wonder Bread into toast after the blonde tries to grab some momentum, Washington charges in after the reeling Riley only to find her still limber enough to sneak through the ropes. Jasmine crashes into the buckles chest first, but the real impact comes from a wheeling kick to the chops from the suddenly acrobatic Riley. Feeling the sting of FAWN for the first time, Washington staggers in a backpedal several feet away from the corner, trying to regain her equilibrium.
Anyone else might have been disappointed that Jasmine hadn't gone straight down, but not Riley Shayne. No, as the newcomer staggers away, the Coloradical Kid rocks back, her legs apparently having regained enough strength to propel her to the turnbuckle in one leap. And just as J-Dawg manages to halt her retreat, Shayne goes airborne again, this time from the high rent district, looking to ride Jasmine to the canvas with a diving Lou Thesz press.
DIVING LOU THESZ PRESS:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=BzTounobVDI
Washington's dipped head rises just as Riley launches from her perch. The badass from Hotlanta raises her arms to catch the smaller Shayne but Jasmine's eyes prove bigger than the momentum the Heartbreaker sends in her direction. Instead of catching Riley, Washington is flattened by the Kid. Landing astride Wash in a kneel, Riley shouts in excitement as she swabs Jasmine's head from side to side with a battering of fists before leaping off and pumping a fist at the crowd.
The Coloradical Kid navigates a very brief semi-circle back toward the splattered J-Dawg, who has at least managed to roll over and start pushing up toward her hands and knees. Apparently in something of a generous spirit, Shayne bends down and snatches a handful of Washington's locks, pulling the rookie up to her feet. "From Atlanta, huh?" the diminutive blonde asks with a sly grin, lining her foe up with the far corner. "In case you didn't know, I'm from Colorado... aka, Bronco country. Which means there's just something I HAVE to do..."
With that, Shayne attempts to send her opponent sprinting toward the buckles, hard enough to send Jasmine crashing to a seat in the corner if everything went according to plan.
The Nubian newbie is whipped toward the far buckles, Riley sending her foe racing across the canvas. Washington turns into a heavy collision with the corner and Shayne finds just the right button on the rookie's spinal column as Jasmine's legs turn off, Wash dropping to her spacious backside. Landing with a splat, legs extended in front of her, J-Dawg winces in pain, her lids clenching tightly only to open and find the charging blonde in her grill. The Heartbreaker leaps, her undercarriage SLAMMING into Jasmine's chest and chin, rocking the rookie with a series of 'Busts', the crowd calling out a full 'ten', J-Dawg appears well-heeled by the Kid at the end of the decade.
Rolling back and out of the saddle of her now pacified bronco. Riley scrambles off the deck and makes a quick beeline to Washington's feet. Grabbing her by the ankles, Shayne drags the novice away from the corner--and the ropes--before flipping over her, still controlling Jasmine's legs as her feet land on either side of her opponent's noggin. The jackknife pin secured, the referee dives into position beside them, checks J-Dawg's shoulders, and slaps off the...
ONE...
TWO...
... but NOT THREE, thanks to Jasmine's fists slamming into the blonde's flanks and breaking her bridge. Riley offers a small grunt as she climbs to her feet, but that's her only concession to Washington's escape as she pulls her foe up. Reaching over her shoulder, the Coloradical Kid prepares to charge toward the near corner, ready to go Cliffdiving.
CLIFFDIVE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Sw9RfYx2oGo
The blonde tugs Wash along to her launching pad and Riley shows off some skillz that Jasmine very likely is not accustomed to seeing wherever in the world she might have plied her trade previously. For Shayne's lift off and somersault is supremely clean and the backflip by the Kid ends with Jasmine SPLATTERED into the deck face first with a meaty THUD. The force of the impact sends J-Dawg rolling to her back, a hand rising to her forehead as Jasmine seems to have acquired her first FAWN-induced headache.
Riley, meanwhile, sits back on her haunches, hands on thighs, chest heaving with her deep breaths--but also an extremely wide, bright smile adorning her face. It might have been possible for the Coloradical Kid to score a three count if she simply fell forward and draped herself across Washington's chest, but that doesn't appear to be a chance the young blonde is ready to take as she pops to her feet. Stepping over J-Dawg, Shayne heads back to the corner and starts to scale the turnbuckles again, only this time with no accompaniment. And once she reached the top turnbuckle, the Backyard Highlight Reel would launch herself toward the rafter with a jaw-dropping moonsault that would be sure to leave J-Dawg gasping for air.
Washington is laid out out on a platter for the flaxen-haired high flyer, Shayne taking a quick glance over her shoulder at the splayed Washington. She salutes the FAWNatics and soars into a graceful backflip, Riley heading toward the perfect t-bone splash of the reeling J-Dawg. But just before her foe's arrival, Jasmine pulls her legs in tight, offering nothing but bony knees for the blonde and Shayne is skewered by Jasmine's D. The gasping, retching Heartbreaker shifts from side to side on her back, crunched in a tight ball, hugging her tummy. For her part, Jasmine shakes out a cobweb and slowly struggles to her feet. She kicks at the blonde to open up her shell and spread her into a more palatable pancake then skips over the horizontal Riley. Leaping into a handspring, Washington rebounds out of the cables and shows the Kid she's got some movez as she bounds toward a somersaulting splash of her own.
STANDING HANDSPRING SPLASH:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=-QBrVyoU0as
Unfortunately from the audience's perspective, Jasmine's splash does not meet the same fate as Shayne's, the rookie's tummy 'THWAP!'ing down across the Coloradical Kid's abdomen and popping the blonde's eyes open wide. "OOOOOOOOOOPPPPPPPPPPPPPHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" the Coloradical Kid exhales, her legs flying into the air--and Washington can't let the opportunity to snatch them out of the air go by ungrasped. The cover applied, the referee counts off the...
ONE...
TWO...
... but on this occasion, J-Dawg's efforts DO meet a similar end to Riley's from a moment ago, Shayne getting a shoulder up before the THREE can be recorded.
Jasmine pops to her feet, a dose of adrenaline apparently coursing through her veins after regaining control. "Ain't nuthin' more radical than this, blondie," Wash shouts into the face of the flattened Shayne. Jasmine drops into a crouch and slaps both big cheeks of her caboose. She again hops over the splayed Riley, this time jumping into the ropes, her boots landing on the middle ropes as her palms wrap around the top. Springboarding, without the somersault this time, the Badass from Badstreet rebounds up and back in a tight cannonball of a tuck, her backside looking to blow up the blonde's tremulous tummy one more time.
And the newcomer comes in like a wrecking ball, 'dat ass' not so much knocking as DRIVING another loud gasp of breath past Riley's lips. J-Dawg bounces back up into the air, only a matter of inches before her rump touches down, this time against the canvas off Shayne's right side... but just for a moment, before the sputtering and Retching Coloradical Kid rolls to her hip, curling up and hugging her belly as she turns her back to the smirking rookie.
With the blonde face down, Jasmine is determined to keep her grounded, knowing the danger the Kid might engender with a wide-open match. To that end, J-Dawg collects a leg of the Heartbreaker and scissors the stem while dropping down atop it, folding it underneath as she take a spot skin-tight to the back of the 'breaker. Jasmine reaches forward, but instead of slapping on a crossface, she instead collects both of Riley's arms at the wrists and starts to cross the limbs in front of and under Shayne's throat, showing the FAWNatics her Creeping Jasmine signature, a straightjacket choke version of the STF.
It's not that the young blonde isn't aware of what's happening to her, but refilling her emptied lungs requires ALL of her energies, leaving Shayne unable to react as Washington criss-crosses the Coloradical Kid's arms across her own windpipe and pulls back--which, in turn, undoes just like that most of the progress Shayne had made in catching her breath. With oxygen at a premium--as well as the bloodflow to her brain being restricted--Riley doesn't offer a verbal answer when the official asks for a submission. She simply gives a small shake of her head. Defiance is one thing, though. Escaping is quite another, and the genius of J-Dawg's torturous hold suddenly becomes even more clear. With all of her limbs trussed up, Shayne can only try to writhe on her belly without any sort of propulsion... and even if she CAN reach the ropes, what then? Bite them??? She'd have to worry about that bridge when she gets there--but CAN the Coloradical Kid get there?
After failing to force the capitulation after a dozen seconds of torture, Jasmine gives up the lower half of her hold and instead wriggles to a seat atop the Heartbreaker's cutie patootie. Washington keeps her straightjacket and now with more of a clutch, she leans back for a streeetch before, lifting her bum upward and SLAMMING it back down, cheeks to cheeks. "GIVE...UP," the rookie demands and the crowd seems silently concerned their favorite will. But Riley appears to have obtained some of her partner's straying power through osmosis and she outlasts J-Dawg's willingness to ride out the advantage. Instead Wash rises, lifting Riley's head and upper torso higher, and places a boot behind Shayne's skull, ready to curbstomp White Bread.
There's a momentary wave of relief when Jasmine climbs to her feet, but that quickly goes by the wayside as as she begins to pull Shayne's upper body into the air. Her eyes growing wider and wider in alarm, the Coloradical Kid tries to shake her head, but that is the extent of the resistance she can offer--and it's nowhere near enough. At nearly the exact same moment, Washington lets go of the blonde's wrist and SHOVES down with her boot, sending Riley abruptly plummeting to the deck. While J-Dawg's release spares the blonde's shoulders significant harm, the force with which the rookie stomps down doesn't give Shayne's newly freed arms time to make a move toward breaking her fall, and she VICIOUSLY eats a faceful of canvas. The savagery of the curbstomp silences the crowd, and leaves a mewling Riley Shayne sprawled on her stomach, her moans of anguish every bit as weak as the writhing of her prone, glistening form.
A grinning Jasmine turns her booty to the crowd and gives it a figure-8 swoosh. "Bigger and badder than Bates' and more Shocking than LaRue's" the rookie trumpets, standing in a staddle over the demolished Heartbreaker. "White Bread is more hard luck than hardcore." The insult draws a bevy of boos and Riley's starts to push up to hands and knees before a dropped bum to the base of her spine sends her flat to the canvas. Washington scoops Riley to her back with a shoveling boot and heads for the nearby corner. If a springboard booty bomb was good, one off the top rope would be better. J-Dawg climbs the buckles and reaches a squatting position atop them, her hands gripping onto the top ropes on either side, ready to launch and send that pear-shaped projectile straight THROUGH Riley!
The Coloradical Kid might be capable of more acrobatic and death-defying flights through the heavens... but sometimes, the most simplistic can also be the most brutal. Washington's comparatively no-frills flights comes to an end with her backside SLAMMING down across Riley's stomach, the blonde's eyes rolling back to whites for a moment as her body folds into the air. Again, J-Dawg is sent bouncing back into the air, but this time she settles back down by again taking a seat atop Shayne's tummy, knocking another (though smaller) gust of air past Riley's lips. As her body settles down, the referee cannot ignore that the Coloradical Kid's shoulders are flat against the mat...
ONE...
TWO...
THRENOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!
Shayne gets a shoulder up.
Jasmine hops to her feet, getting in da man's face and sticking an index finger in his chest. "Are you outta your mind? White Bread was toast!" The man holds up an apologetic 'two' and Washington shoves him away, turning back to what's left of the Kid. "Maybe you should get on the phone and get AJ's pathetic ass out here to take a beatin' for the next few," Wash growls. Grabbing Riley by the wrists she pulls Shayne to the perfect landing spot and again moves for the buckles. Climbing to the top, she eggs on the FAWNatics, getting a sizable amount of grief from the angered assembled. The HotStuff from Hotlanta measures her spreadeagled target and skies into the Orlando night, vaulting into a half-turn to splash what fight's left of the blonde with a Rounding Splash straight outta GA's capital city.
ROUNDING SPLASH:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=gsrsTapBrt0
Riley's eyes might have been blinking, but the gasping blonde had been able to see every step of Jasmine's ascent to the top turnbuckle... and J-Dawg's flight from it, rotating her body through the air. 'Move, dammit,' the Coloradical Kid's mind screams to the rest of her body, and it complies... but only as far as to gently rock toward the right before settling to her back again, her sweat-drenched form having been denied the fuel necessary to act thanks to Washington's booty. And while it might be the rookie's belly that does the damage now, oh what damage it does, Shayne left coughing and wheezing on the mat as Jasmine bounces up to her knees.
Washington winces, drawing in a measured breath. She considers dropping her body across that of the blonde and testing how hardcore the Heartbreaker is, but decides against it, rising to her feet instead. She grabs a wrist of the writhing Shayne, tugging the rubbery-legged Kid to her feet. "You down with ABD?" Jasmine shouts, knowing Riley has little choice. Dipping, Wash slips her head between Riley's stems, surrounding the blonde's thighs with her arms. The bootiful rookie vaults Shayne into the air and looks like she'll flip the Coloradical Kid over a shoulder, knowing all the time she plans to catch Shayne, heels over head, down her back and piledrive skull to canvas with her Ass Backwards Driver.
ASS BACKWARDS DRVER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=slN0_8QaRuI
And catch her J-Dawg, her hands clasping the backs of Riley's knees as the blonde is left hanging down, Shayne's belly to Washington's back. With no one in the building, save for Jasmine and Demetria, possessing a clue as to what the newcomer has in store, the FAWNatics draw in a small, collective gasp as Washington takes a couple of running steps forward. But that gasp becomes a cry of fear and alarm when she hops into the air and falls to her knees.
A traditional piledriver is, in and of itself, devastating, but J-Dawg's variation does more than spike the crown of her victim's skull until the canvas. Basically, Riley Shayne suddenly finds her head, if only for a brief but destructive moment, crushed in a vice created by the mat on one side and the underside of Washington's glutes slamming down against her jaw. As soon as J-Dawg releases her gams, the Coloradical Kid melts down against Jasmine's back, the Heartbreaker's body gathering into a shimmying but utterly senseless puddle of flesh, arms and legs spilling limp in all directions.
Kneeling just above the starfished blonde, it takes but a quick shift or two of Washington's hips to move her glorious rear end above Riley's nose. With her legs bracketing the Heartbreaker's head, Jasmine smirks down at the demolished Kid. "Damn near beat the white out of ya, didn' I." With that, J-Dawg lowers her booty onto the beauty, swallowing up Riley's face with her seat. On the outside, Demetria dabs in jubilation, her rookie having followed the script to perfection. All that remained was Da Man being unable to do anythin' but eat a shyt sandwich and slap da mat for da one-two-three. Wash's shins remain atop the biceps of the motionless and broken Heartbreaker. "Bye Felicia!" Jasmine shouts, as the zebra stamps his hoof for...
ONE...
TWO...
While Washington's weight settling atop her mug had brought SOME life back to the blonde's form, there's not the slightest chance of any of her weak writhing bucking J-Dawg out of her saddle.
THREE!!!!!!!
The audience groans in disappointment--as the saying goes, it's not cockiness if you can back it up, and this rookie had backed it up, in more ways than one. Rising to his knees, the official turns to signal for the bell... but looking toward the timekeeper's table also means turning toward Demetria Andrews, and the FAWN Original meets his gaze with a raised finger and an open mouth...
"I don't tin so," Andrews shouts, waggling her index. The rest of her hand opens into five spread fingers. The official drops to his knees, shaking his head. A beaming Jasmine lifts slightly and bounces down on the blonde's mug, knocking whatever consciousness is left clean out. The striped-shirt hits the deck for...
FOUR...
... and FIVE.
Finally satisfied, Demetria slides into the squared circle and directs the ref out da ring. She moves to a stance behind J-Dawg, straddling Shayne, massaging Jasmine's shoulders. Calling for a mic, Andrews snatches it out of the air as Wash rises to a full kneel, letting the greasy face of Riley emerge. "Ain't no party like a J-Dawg Party," Demetria informs. "Cause no sellout Rumpshaka can party like the Dawg! Show'em J!"
Washington hops to her feet and soon after tugs a seemingly half-melted blonde up as best she can. Pulling Riley into a dragon sleeper arch, Jasmine clamps down in a standing head scissors, the Heartbreaker's features turned upwards into the rookie's undercarriage. "Oh yeah!" Washington barks.
The heel marks in Section 1408 can ALWAYS be counted on to endorse the bloodlust of a triumphant villainess, and to revel in the suffering of a valiant heroine even long past the bell. The rest of the FAWNatics, however, shower the rookie and her manager with jeers and catcalls... until a white and pink flash starts tearing down the aisle.
AJ SWANN:
Jasmine might not want this party to stop, but it's readily apparent that the Hardcore Heartbreaker, AJ Swann, is ready, willing and eager to crash the party before any more harm can befall her beaten partner. Diving under the bottom rope, the pink haired hottie is on her feet in an instant and charging toward J-Dawg, her forearm cocked, loaded, and ready to smash into the rookie's bosom.
Forced to drop her blonde before she can properly Rumpshake the Kid, Jasmine gets an extra tick when Demetria tries to tackle the interloper. AJ quickly calls an audible and delivers a wicked shot to Andrews' jaw that screws Demetria's body into the canvas. She ends in a tangled heap as Swann slides to a stop next to the downed manager. AJ spins to find her initial target, but the target finds her, J-Dawg punting AJ in the crotch. Lifted to tiptoes, Swann's face etched in agony, the pinkette can manage little in the way of defense. Doubled over, Jasmine spins Swann into a dragon sleeper, lowering her just enough so she can climb aboard and clamp down in a reverse standing head scissors. "As I was sayin." THWUMP! Wash drops to her ass, 'shakin and bakin’ AJ, Swann spasming underneath the reclining Washington. Jasmine turns to the nearest lens.
"Bootyshaken by Da Boss!" Demetria, wobbly but on her feet, grabs and lifts Jasmine's right hand. "Fresh and fine. LK. It soon be your time!"
The crowd responds heartily... which only ebbs slightly at the first stirrings of a somewhat unfamiliar beat--namely, Sumo Cyco’s “My Name is Rock ‘N’ Roll”...
MY NAME IS ROCK ‘N’ ROLL:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=PHbdGnZHXw4
“Introducing first, the challenger... Hailing from Boulder, Colorado, she stands at five feet two inches tall and weighs in tonight at one hundred and seventeen pounds. She is the Backyard Highlight Reel… RIIILLLEEEYYY SHHHAAAYYYNNNEEE!!!!!”
RILEY SHAYNE:
With the words still coming out of his mouth, the young FAWN star becomes a blonde, tan and aquamarine blur of motion, sprinting toward the ring. The wins were finally starting to come for the youngster--more so alongside AJ than on her own, but singles success was beginning to come as well. Diving under the bottom rope and springing back to her feet quickly, the Orlando denizens get a better chance to appreciate this adorable little scrapper. Ready to do battle in her favorite aquamarine two-piece, white pads and matching boots, the death-defying blonde throws up both hands, as well as shouts an enthusiastic “YOU READY FOR A FIGHT, ORLANDO?!”
That battle cry, along with a beaming smile was enough to get Shayne another round of enthusiastic cheering from the Orlando denizens. Just as the Coloradical Kid springs onto the middle turnbuckle, the blonde shrugs her shoulders as guitarist Matt Drake poses the question, “What will it take...”
A female voice concludes, “... to become free?”
“Let go of yourself...” comes the gruff masculine response, before Riley shouts along with the song...
“I’M GONNA MAKE YOU BELIEVE!!!”
With Riley having completely ‘colo-radicalized’ the FAWNatics, soft melodic hip-hop flows through the arena. Catchy if unfamiliar, the crowd turns toward the upper stage in uncertainty. Anxious to see who might be joining the roster, the smarks realize it’s no one from the Desert or the Jungle, which leads to more curiosity.
‘That’s Me Right There’ from Jasmine V has the crowd swaying in anticipation when an African-American dazzler emerges from stage right, shifting her hips in a delicious sashay, the crowd seemingly mesmerized by the action of hips and booty, this girl built with an abundance of junk in the trunk.
”THAT’S ME RIGHT THERE”:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=8tEyAAniu5U&index=36&list=PLFgquLnL59anjMBFmfztjKvngIUN1F987
JASMINE WASHINGTON:
Flashing signs and shaking dat ass, the newbie has the crowd in the palm of her hands. Dressed in a tiny black hoodie ( black version of the following: i2.photobucket.com/albums/y32/biggerb/Jasmine-clothing.jpg~original ) the grappler snaps her head back to clear the hood and her shoulder-length ebony locks behind. She waggles her way down the ramp and aisle as if she already owns the place and when her face turns sour and she shies away from the proffered hands of the crowd, the cheers simmer into bubbling concern.
Beneath the woman wears camo boy-cut trunks (http://s2.photobucket.com/user/biggerb/media/Jasmine-clothing%20below.jpg.html ) which accentuate her bootylicious backside all the more. Below are black pads and boots.
Reaching the ring, she hops to the apron and swishes her rump from side to side before swinging a leg through and following. She swaggers to the middle, calling for a microphone. The rookie catches from mid-air and draws the stick to her lips, giving Riley a look of utter disdain.
“ ‘Wonder bread’ over there can sit her ass down and eat a sandwich and Mister Announcer Man, you keep your mouth shut too.”
The boos percolate amongst the assembled.
“I’m here to tell Da Man he don’t run the show no more. It’s run by the baddest girl on da planet straight from Hotlanta G-A, bytches. It sure as hell ain’t run by Wonder Bread and her posse of sorority girls. It ain’t run by no pretenders who sold out the neighborhood Rumpshakin their way out da hood and into the burbs. Hey LK?”
The crowd whips up a sizable ‘WOOOOO’ for the straight out diss.
“No damn way. Cause me and my manager. We’s know how to keep it real.”
The mention draws heads to the upper stage, but they’re looking in the wrong direction as the woman, instantly recognizable to the true believers, is already halfway down the aisle, a noticeable strut and glide to her trip as well.
DEMETRIA ANDREWS:
Demetria Andrews parades to the corner opposite Shayne and walks up the steps, slipping through to join her charge. She accepts the microphone to growing jeers.
“Time to crumble crackers. Cause the real shakin’ is goin’ to happen now. No ‘bought-and-sold’ backside here. This my badass from Hotlanta. Standing 5 feet 5 inches tall and weighing in at 125 pounds of nuthin the man can handle…dis be my girl…Jasmine Washington.”
The production value has the desired effect, the FAWNatics already leveling double barrels worth of hate at the returning Demetria and her apparent Bates’ knockoff.
J-Dawg spins to face her booty to the camera and slaps both cheeks then turns to Riley and blows over her palms toward the blonde.
“Wonder Bread. You don’t even know!”
A delighted Demetria rips off the hood of Wash’s top and does the same with her sleeves. She heads for the corner and steps through, dropping to her station while Jasmine stretches her limbs while keeping a watchful eye toward Shayne. As the bell rings, Washington strides directly to the circling Riley and chests into the blonde.
“I’ll let you go now and get your big sista…if you got one.”
If the newcomer had hoped to intimidate the smaller blonde girl, the effort is less than successful. Shayne returns the favor, not only pushing her weight up against Washington, but shifting her noggin forward to press her forehead against the rookie's. Nearly nose to nose, Riley mutters, "Don't got one. Don't NEED one." Suddenly, Shayne's hands rise, slamming against Washington's torso and sending her staggering backwards with a forceful shove. "And if you think your ass makes you a big deal here in FAWN..."
The Coloradical Kid spins around, turning her back to her foe, but only long enough to treat Jasmine and the FAWNatics to a wiggle of her own not unappealing or inconsiderable tush. Wheeling back around to face Jasmine, Riley concludes, "Bytch, you don't even have the best ass in this ring!" And a rather vocal portion of the crowd gives their endorsement to Shayne's proclamation.
Jasmine smirks at the effort by Vanilla Ass to pump up her pathetic backyard, laughably trying to compare it to Jasmine's standard. But beneath the forced look of humor, Wash is stewing. She shakes her head in mocking disbelief then suddenly lurches toward Shayne, right arm drawn in a clothesline to teach Wonder Bread how quickly she can be laid out open-face.
Instead, J-Dawg gets a lesson in just how quick the talent in Orlando can be, Riley ducking under that scythe as Washington charges past her. Both women then spin around, but again, the Coloradical Kid proves a little quicker, not only turning to face her opposition but leaping off her feet and pistoning her boots into Jasmine's chest. A race back to verticality ensues, won by Shayne, who delivers and connects with a second dropkick that puts Washington back to the canvas. The young blonde pops back up quickly, beating Wash to her feet by a wider margin this time, Riley having to wait a moment for Jasmine to turn before launching a third dropkick.
But the third time isn't a charm as this kick Jasmine sweeps aside, sending Shayne crashing to the deck. The blonde's hardly hurt and seems to bounce up from the miss without a scratch like she's rubber. But the hothead from Hotlanta is ready with another clothesline and this time connects, dropping Riley hard and heavy. Shayne pops to her feet only to be flattened with another. She's slower on the trifecta, Jasmine having to wait patiently for Riley to rise so she can have her head handed to her with a third clothesline in succession.
Having just seen one form of hat trick thwarted, the crowd--while concerned--remain confident that the Coloradical Kid can summon an answer for this newcomer's version. And perhaps she might have, if she hadn't managed to climb to her feet with her back turned to Washington. But that gives J-Dawg the opportunity she needs to get a running start, her arm striking across Shayne's clavicle just as soon as the blonde spins around. And with the force of that running start behind her, Riley is ripped off her feet, the young veteran flipping through the air before heavily meeting the mat, this time face down.
"Oh hell...to the yeah," Demetria shouts as Jasmine skids to a stop and reviews the wreckage over her shoulder. She grabs the top rope in front of her. "Not so radical now, is she? But then when has a blonde bimbo been radical?"
Washington strolls to Andrews and shares a sign. Meanwhile, Riley pushes to all fours, the crowd cheering her on with a rhythmic clap. Wash bides her time, giving her backside a waggle before switching into gear and racing toward a stooped Shayne. She leaps toward the blonde with her right leg extended, planning to lay it across the back of Riley's neck and Fameasser her foe into a heartbreaking daze.
FAMEASSER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=zYUg0qLG-Fs
The FAWNatics can only hope that Jasmine had spent too much time jawing at them, but it is not to be. The rookie surges into the air and catches Riley while she is still bent in half. Washington's hand lands between the blonde's shoulderblades, just long enough for her to sweep her leg up and over the back of Shayne's noggin. Gravity does the rest, J-Dawg's thigh DRIVING the Coloradical Kid's mug down into the canvas. Washington bounces away on her backside as Riley flops over to her back, her arms spilling absently over her head as she is left dazed, chest heaving as she blinks up at the lights.
Jasmine spins on her cheeks to go side by side with the splayed blonde and kips to her feet. Washington again seems as interested in discussing Riley's beatdown as extending it, but she swings her way back to The Kid and reaches down to snatch a handful of golden locks. Ripping Shayne to her feet, Wash props Riley in front of her and slaps the taste from the Kid's mouth with a wicked bytch slap. She quickly follows it up with a nasty chop to the chest that rocks the blonde. Jasmine doubles Riley over with a toe kick to the tummy and gets on the move. She hits the ropes behind her and barrels back at a bent Shayne, hopping in close to try and collect Riley with a headlock so she can indelicately introduce the Heartbreaker's face to the deck.
FACEBUSTER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=xnSx_vMdQMQ
Knocked breathless by Washington's boot, the folded over blonde is left hugging her belly, unable to straighten up or move out of the way from the leaping rookie. Catching Shayne by the back of her head, J-Dawg drops to her knees, brutally SLAMMING the Coloradical Kid's features into the harsh, unforgiving canvas. Like her opponent, Riley similarly finds herself on her knees after the move, but she is slumped back on her haunches, swaying ever so slightly left to right, her jaw left slack and her eyes rendered with (for her fans, at least) a disheartening glaze.
Jasmine's perfect pearlies emerge as she flashes the '404' at her manager. Demetria nods back and motions toward the ropes in front of Shayne. Jasmine takes off like a rocket, showing she's got some speed to back up her bump. She rebounds in a 180 out of the cables and sprints at the kneeling blonde. At the last second, she twists toward a booty-first collision with ass to face part of the plan for the outclassed Kid.
Alas, the only things Riley Shayne appears to see are twittering little animated birds fluttering through the sky. If she DOES manage to register the impending danger of an ample rump flying toward her face, the young blonde proves utterly incapable of doing anything to stop it. Washington's booty knocks the Coloradical Kid backward, Shayne remaining on her knees, but now also flat on her back. The crowd, too, has been left unable to respond, or to really know HOW to respond, what with their beloved Heartbreaker left, dare I say it, thoroughly bootyshocked in the opening moments.
Jasmine glides into a soft rebound off the opposite ropes and halts next to the folded blonde. "Wonder Bread looks a little shaken," Washington informs. She turns to the nearest lens. " Actually a lot more shaken than any other rump could manage, wouldncha say?" The hot stuff from Hotlanta drops to one knee, placing it on Riley's chest, pinning her shoulders to the canvas for...
ONE...
TWO...
THRENOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!
The Coloradical Kid manages to throw a balled right fist into the air. It doesn't connect with anything other than air, and the movement fails to dislodge J-Dawg's knee from her bosom, but it does lift Shayne's shoulder a couple of inches off the canvas--just enough, and just in time.
Jasmine runs a hand through her charcoal-colored locks, frustration seeping into her green eyes. But just as quickly, it's gone when Wash tugs a rubbery Riley up with her. She scoops the Kid off the canvas and onto a shoulder, carrying the smaller blonde to a precise point in front of a set of buckles. There she SLAMS Shayne to the deck, Riley's back arching in pain. Jasmine walks atop the ivory-skinned tummy of Riley, flattening her to the deck and using her as a stepping stone toward a rope ladder to the top of the buckles. Reaching the top, she settles into a crouch as she leers out at the hissing crowd. "Bytch already flat. Now she gonna be a pancake."
Jasmine hops high into the air, putting her booty in reverse, ready to drop dat ass into the chest of the splayed Kid and force whatever air remains out of her lungs.
Sometimes, for success, positioning is key. And with Riley's head pointed toward the corner--and the descending Washington--her knees are removed from the equation as a potential counter. That leaves only rolling to the left or to the right as a means of evasion for Riley, and sadly, she can manage neither. "OOOOOOOPPPPPPPHHHHHHH!!!!!!!" a suddenly wide-eyed blonde gasps, the back of her head raising off the canvas as Jasmine's hindquarters lands heavily atop the Coloradical Kid's rockies. It actually ends up something of a two-for-one special as J-Dawg bounces a few inches up from the impact, only to touch down again, the second collision sending Shayne's gams flying into the air behind her.
Jasmine quickly reaches behind, hooking first her right arm around the left lower limb of the Kid and doing the same on the opposite side. Leaning forward, she pulls Riley into a stacked matchbook cradle and with dat ass planted firmly on the blonde's chest. Hearts sink and break with Shayne's chin tucked tight to the rookie's crotch as the official slaps the mat for...
ONE...
TWO...
There would be no kickout. Riley's legs strain at their confines, but all this accomplishes is a visually pleasing if utterly futile wriggling of the blonde's own upturned backside, while Jasmine's own rump simply would not be dislodged from her chest.
THREE...
But there would be no bell, either. Even with her biceps held down underneath Washington's shins, the Coloradical Kid juuuuuust manages to reach her left hand to the bottom rope, coiling her fingers around the rubber coated steel.
Jasmine launches to her feet in celebration, but the bitterly complaining Demetria catches her eye and things click when she sees Riley's palm wrapped around the bottom cable. She kicks the hand free of safety and grabs the same wrist, tugging Shayne up with a mighty rip. In a seamless motion, J-Dawg sends Riley off in a scamper, Wonder Bread hitting the ropes and rebounding. Jasmine takes the direct route toward her but slips to the side just enough to try and wrap her arms around the blonde's noggin on the way by. She snakes the cafe-au-lait-colored limbs around the head and neck of the Heartbreaker, hoping to clamp down tight on a sleeper to set things for the the finisher that would put the Rumpshaker to shame.
With a full head of steam, Riley runs into the outstretched left arm of the rookie, but the blow is somewhat softened by Washington almost immediately bending that wing to accept the blonde's throat. In the next instant, Jasmine whips around behind her prey, gluing herself to the Heartbreaker's back. J-Dawg's left hand finds the crook of her right elbow, which promptly snaps shut to complete the sleeper. Again, Riley's eyes snap open wide, both arms immediately and frantically stretching out in front of her, her fingers searching for the ropes. "Uh uhh," Washington hisses. "Not this time..."
There IS a key difference from moments ago, as the Coloradical Kid is now in the middle of the ring as opposed to a corner. And every time the blonde's fingers appear just close enough to brush the cables, Jasmine treats her opponent's head like a steering wheel, giving Shayne's noggin a harsh tug to guide her further away. Feeling her legs increasingly turning to jell-o, Riley's hands shift from swiping out in front of her to reaching up behind her, her fingers now seeking out Washington's locks, hoping she can establish a grip on the rookie's mane and use it to deliver a jawbreaker before her gams finally shimmied and sent her sinking to her knees.
Feeling the body of the blonde soften in her grip, Jasmine shows the Heartbreaker off to each side of the arena in turn, beaming. "You got this girl," Demetria assures. But almost immediately that's put to the test when Riley's arms shoot up, her fingers slipping and locking behind Washington's head. Using gravity as her friend, Shayne drops to her knees and the crown of her head acts as a battering ram into Jasmine's jaw. The grappler's head snaps in a whiplash, Jasmine sent into a drunken stagger, trying to remain upright. She manages for a few seconds before she joins Riley kneeling on her haunches.
The crowd erupts as the Coloradical Kid earns her freedom, but as the saying goes, freedom isn't free. In this particular case, "freedom" comes complete with a rush of renewed oxygen and bloodflow coming to the blonde's brain that, at least for a moment, forces Riley to close her eyes against the pain. But as that wave subsided, Shayne begins to blink. Aware that it couldn't be long before her opponent was back on the attack, the youngster crawls around, to find J-Dawg kneeling as well behind her. Not sure she trusted her legs yet to have enough strength to push her up, Shayne opts to channel her strength into a forearm smash, aimed at Washington's jaw.
Still blinking her green eyes clear of the impact to her chin. Jasmine gets a booster shot courtesy Riley's right wing, the blonde snapping Washington's head to the side. Jasmine rocks back in the Heartbreaker's direction with one of her own that staggers Shayne but doesn't stop the Kid from returning fire and connecting. The crowd cheers and boos, alternating with each blow, until a string of three 'cheers' sends Jasmine into a daze, her head wobbling before a final European uppercut from the blonde delivers the badass from G-A onto her back.
With her opponent now laid out and left truly reeling for the first time, Riley slaps the mat three times before throwing her head back and letting out a roar that was equal parts frustration over the beating she had enduring and determination to do something about it. Rising, the Coloradical Kid grabs a handful of hair and tugs J-Dawg up, lining the rookie up with the far corner. But as she goes to whip Washington toward the buckles, Jasmine pulls out a reversal, sending Shayne for a ride. The blonde turns her back into the collision, letting out a small groan... but as Jasmine starts to follow her in, Riley kicks up her legs, hoping to slip through the gap between the middle and top rope and catch the charging J-Dawg with a pendulum kick.
PENDULUM KICK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=GG5_0pKeLTo
Determined to turn Wonder Bread into toast after the blonde tries to grab some momentum, Washington charges in after the reeling Riley only to find her still limber enough to sneak through the ropes. Jasmine crashes into the buckles chest first, but the real impact comes from a wheeling kick to the chops from the suddenly acrobatic Riley. Feeling the sting of FAWN for the first time, Washington staggers in a backpedal several feet away from the corner, trying to regain her equilibrium.
Anyone else might have been disappointed that Jasmine hadn't gone straight down, but not Riley Shayne. No, as the newcomer staggers away, the Coloradical Kid rocks back, her legs apparently having regained enough strength to propel her to the turnbuckle in one leap. And just as J-Dawg manages to halt her retreat, Shayne goes airborne again, this time from the high rent district, looking to ride Jasmine to the canvas with a diving Lou Thesz press.
DIVING LOU THESZ PRESS:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=BzTounobVDI
Washington's dipped head rises just as Riley launches from her perch. The badass from Hotlanta raises her arms to catch the smaller Shayne but Jasmine's eyes prove bigger than the momentum the Heartbreaker sends in her direction. Instead of catching Riley, Washington is flattened by the Kid. Landing astride Wash in a kneel, Riley shouts in excitement as she swabs Jasmine's head from side to side with a battering of fists before leaping off and pumping a fist at the crowd.
The Coloradical Kid navigates a very brief semi-circle back toward the splattered J-Dawg, who has at least managed to roll over and start pushing up toward her hands and knees. Apparently in something of a generous spirit, Shayne bends down and snatches a handful of Washington's locks, pulling the rookie up to her feet. "From Atlanta, huh?" the diminutive blonde asks with a sly grin, lining her foe up with the far corner. "In case you didn't know, I'm from Colorado... aka, Bronco country. Which means there's just something I HAVE to do..."
With that, Shayne attempts to send her opponent sprinting toward the buckles, hard enough to send Jasmine crashing to a seat in the corner if everything went according to plan.
The Nubian newbie is whipped toward the far buckles, Riley sending her foe racing across the canvas. Washington turns into a heavy collision with the corner and Shayne finds just the right button on the rookie's spinal column as Jasmine's legs turn off, Wash dropping to her spacious backside. Landing with a splat, legs extended in front of her, J-Dawg winces in pain, her lids clenching tightly only to open and find the charging blonde in her grill. The Heartbreaker leaps, her undercarriage SLAMMING into Jasmine's chest and chin, rocking the rookie with a series of 'Busts', the crowd calling out a full 'ten', J-Dawg appears well-heeled by the Kid at the end of the decade.
Rolling back and out of the saddle of her now pacified bronco. Riley scrambles off the deck and makes a quick beeline to Washington's feet. Grabbing her by the ankles, Shayne drags the novice away from the corner--and the ropes--before flipping over her, still controlling Jasmine's legs as her feet land on either side of her opponent's noggin. The jackknife pin secured, the referee dives into position beside them, checks J-Dawg's shoulders, and slaps off the...
ONE...
TWO...
... but NOT THREE, thanks to Jasmine's fists slamming into the blonde's flanks and breaking her bridge. Riley offers a small grunt as she climbs to her feet, but that's her only concession to Washington's escape as she pulls her foe up. Reaching over her shoulder, the Coloradical Kid prepares to charge toward the near corner, ready to go Cliffdiving.
CLIFFDIVE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Sw9RfYx2oGo
The blonde tugs Wash along to her launching pad and Riley shows off some skillz that Jasmine very likely is not accustomed to seeing wherever in the world she might have plied her trade previously. For Shayne's lift off and somersault is supremely clean and the backflip by the Kid ends with Jasmine SPLATTERED into the deck face first with a meaty THUD. The force of the impact sends J-Dawg rolling to her back, a hand rising to her forehead as Jasmine seems to have acquired her first FAWN-induced headache.
Riley, meanwhile, sits back on her haunches, hands on thighs, chest heaving with her deep breaths--but also an extremely wide, bright smile adorning her face. It might have been possible for the Coloradical Kid to score a three count if she simply fell forward and draped herself across Washington's chest, but that doesn't appear to be a chance the young blonde is ready to take as she pops to her feet. Stepping over J-Dawg, Shayne heads back to the corner and starts to scale the turnbuckles again, only this time with no accompaniment. And once she reached the top turnbuckle, the Backyard Highlight Reel would launch herself toward the rafter with a jaw-dropping moonsault that would be sure to leave J-Dawg gasping for air.
Washington is laid out out on a platter for the flaxen-haired high flyer, Shayne taking a quick glance over her shoulder at the splayed Washington. She salutes the FAWNatics and soars into a graceful backflip, Riley heading toward the perfect t-bone splash of the reeling J-Dawg. But just before her foe's arrival, Jasmine pulls her legs in tight, offering nothing but bony knees for the blonde and Shayne is skewered by Jasmine's D. The gasping, retching Heartbreaker shifts from side to side on her back, crunched in a tight ball, hugging her tummy. For her part, Jasmine shakes out a cobweb and slowly struggles to her feet. She kicks at the blonde to open up her shell and spread her into a more palatable pancake then skips over the horizontal Riley. Leaping into a handspring, Washington rebounds out of the cables and shows the Kid she's got some movez as she bounds toward a somersaulting splash of her own.
STANDING HANDSPRING SPLASH:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=-QBrVyoU0as
Unfortunately from the audience's perspective, Jasmine's splash does not meet the same fate as Shayne's, the rookie's tummy 'THWAP!'ing down across the Coloradical Kid's abdomen and popping the blonde's eyes open wide. "OOOOOOOOOOPPPPPPPPPPPPPHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" the Coloradical Kid exhales, her legs flying into the air--and Washington can't let the opportunity to snatch them out of the air go by ungrasped. The cover applied, the referee counts off the...
ONE...
TWO...
... but on this occasion, J-Dawg's efforts DO meet a similar end to Riley's from a moment ago, Shayne getting a shoulder up before the THREE can be recorded.
Jasmine pops to her feet, a dose of adrenaline apparently coursing through her veins after regaining control. "Ain't nuthin' more radical than this, blondie," Wash shouts into the face of the flattened Shayne. Jasmine drops into a crouch and slaps both big cheeks of her caboose. She again hops over the splayed Riley, this time jumping into the ropes, her boots landing on the middle ropes as her palms wrap around the top. Springboarding, without the somersault this time, the Badass from Badstreet rebounds up and back in a tight cannonball of a tuck, her backside looking to blow up the blonde's tremulous tummy one more time.
And the newcomer comes in like a wrecking ball, 'dat ass' not so much knocking as DRIVING another loud gasp of breath past Riley's lips. J-Dawg bounces back up into the air, only a matter of inches before her rump touches down, this time against the canvas off Shayne's right side... but just for a moment, before the sputtering and Retching Coloradical Kid rolls to her hip, curling up and hugging her belly as she turns her back to the smirking rookie.
With the blonde face down, Jasmine is determined to keep her grounded, knowing the danger the Kid might engender with a wide-open match. To that end, J-Dawg collects a leg of the Heartbreaker and scissors the stem while dropping down atop it, folding it underneath as she take a spot skin-tight to the back of the 'breaker. Jasmine reaches forward, but instead of slapping on a crossface, she instead collects both of Riley's arms at the wrists and starts to cross the limbs in front of and under Shayne's throat, showing the FAWNatics her Creeping Jasmine signature, a straightjacket choke version of the STF.
It's not that the young blonde isn't aware of what's happening to her, but refilling her emptied lungs requires ALL of her energies, leaving Shayne unable to react as Washington criss-crosses the Coloradical Kid's arms across her own windpipe and pulls back--which, in turn, undoes just like that most of the progress Shayne had made in catching her breath. With oxygen at a premium--as well as the bloodflow to her brain being restricted--Riley doesn't offer a verbal answer when the official asks for a submission. She simply gives a small shake of her head. Defiance is one thing, though. Escaping is quite another, and the genius of J-Dawg's torturous hold suddenly becomes even more clear. With all of her limbs trussed up, Shayne can only try to writhe on her belly without any sort of propulsion... and even if she CAN reach the ropes, what then? Bite them??? She'd have to worry about that bridge when she gets there--but CAN the Coloradical Kid get there?
After failing to force the capitulation after a dozen seconds of torture, Jasmine gives up the lower half of her hold and instead wriggles to a seat atop the Heartbreaker's cutie patootie. Washington keeps her straightjacket and now with more of a clutch, she leans back for a streeetch before, lifting her bum upward and SLAMMING it back down, cheeks to cheeks. "GIVE...UP," the rookie demands and the crowd seems silently concerned their favorite will. But Riley appears to have obtained some of her partner's straying power through osmosis and she outlasts J-Dawg's willingness to ride out the advantage. Instead Wash rises, lifting Riley's head and upper torso higher, and places a boot behind Shayne's skull, ready to curbstomp White Bread.
There's a momentary wave of relief when Jasmine climbs to her feet, but that quickly goes by the wayside as as she begins to pull Shayne's upper body into the air. Her eyes growing wider and wider in alarm, the Coloradical Kid tries to shake her head, but that is the extent of the resistance she can offer--and it's nowhere near enough. At nearly the exact same moment, Washington lets go of the blonde's wrist and SHOVES down with her boot, sending Riley abruptly plummeting to the deck. While J-Dawg's release spares the blonde's shoulders significant harm, the force with which the rookie stomps down doesn't give Shayne's newly freed arms time to make a move toward breaking her fall, and she VICIOUSLY eats a faceful of canvas. The savagery of the curbstomp silences the crowd, and leaves a mewling Riley Shayne sprawled on her stomach, her moans of anguish every bit as weak as the writhing of her prone, glistening form.
A grinning Jasmine turns her booty to the crowd and gives it a figure-8 swoosh. "Bigger and badder than Bates' and more Shocking than LaRue's" the rookie trumpets, standing in a staddle over the demolished Heartbreaker. "White Bread is more hard luck than hardcore." The insult draws a bevy of boos and Riley's starts to push up to hands and knees before a dropped bum to the base of her spine sends her flat to the canvas. Washington scoops Riley to her back with a shoveling boot and heads for the nearby corner. If a springboard booty bomb was good, one off the top rope would be better. J-Dawg climbs the buckles and reaches a squatting position atop them, her hands gripping onto the top ropes on either side, ready to launch and send that pear-shaped projectile straight THROUGH Riley!
The Coloradical Kid might be capable of more acrobatic and death-defying flights through the heavens... but sometimes, the most simplistic can also be the most brutal. Washington's comparatively no-frills flights comes to an end with her backside SLAMMING down across Riley's stomach, the blonde's eyes rolling back to whites for a moment as her body folds into the air. Again, J-Dawg is sent bouncing back into the air, but this time she settles back down by again taking a seat atop Shayne's tummy, knocking another (though smaller) gust of air past Riley's lips. As her body settles down, the referee cannot ignore that the Coloradical Kid's shoulders are flat against the mat...
ONE...
TWO...
THRENOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!
Shayne gets a shoulder up.
Jasmine hops to her feet, getting in da man's face and sticking an index finger in his chest. "Are you outta your mind? White Bread was toast!" The man holds up an apologetic 'two' and Washington shoves him away, turning back to what's left of the Kid. "Maybe you should get on the phone and get AJ's pathetic ass out here to take a beatin' for the next few," Wash growls. Grabbing Riley by the wrists she pulls Shayne to the perfect landing spot and again moves for the buckles. Climbing to the top, she eggs on the FAWNatics, getting a sizable amount of grief from the angered assembled. The HotStuff from Hotlanta measures her spreadeagled target and skies into the Orlando night, vaulting into a half-turn to splash what fight's left of the blonde with a Rounding Splash straight outta GA's capital city.
ROUNDING SPLASH:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=gsrsTapBrt0
Riley's eyes might have been blinking, but the gasping blonde had been able to see every step of Jasmine's ascent to the top turnbuckle... and J-Dawg's flight from it, rotating her body through the air. 'Move, dammit,' the Coloradical Kid's mind screams to the rest of her body, and it complies... but only as far as to gently rock toward the right before settling to her back again, her sweat-drenched form having been denied the fuel necessary to act thanks to Washington's booty. And while it might be the rookie's belly that does the damage now, oh what damage it does, Shayne left coughing and wheezing on the mat as Jasmine bounces up to her knees.
Washington winces, drawing in a measured breath. She considers dropping her body across that of the blonde and testing how hardcore the Heartbreaker is, but decides against it, rising to her feet instead. She grabs a wrist of the writhing Shayne, tugging the rubbery-legged Kid to her feet. "You down with ABD?" Jasmine shouts, knowing Riley has little choice. Dipping, Wash slips her head between Riley's stems, surrounding the blonde's thighs with her arms. The bootiful rookie vaults Shayne into the air and looks like she'll flip the Coloradical Kid over a shoulder, knowing all the time she plans to catch Shayne, heels over head, down her back and piledrive skull to canvas with her Ass Backwards Driver.
ASS BACKWARDS DRVER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=slN0_8QaRuI
And catch her J-Dawg, her hands clasping the backs of Riley's knees as the blonde is left hanging down, Shayne's belly to Washington's back. With no one in the building, save for Jasmine and Demetria, possessing a clue as to what the newcomer has in store, the FAWNatics draw in a small, collective gasp as Washington takes a couple of running steps forward. But that gasp becomes a cry of fear and alarm when she hops into the air and falls to her knees.
A traditional piledriver is, in and of itself, devastating, but J-Dawg's variation does more than spike the crown of her victim's skull until the canvas. Basically, Riley Shayne suddenly finds her head, if only for a brief but destructive moment, crushed in a vice created by the mat on one side and the underside of Washington's glutes slamming down against her jaw. As soon as J-Dawg releases her gams, the Coloradical Kid melts down against Jasmine's back, the Heartbreaker's body gathering into a shimmying but utterly senseless puddle of flesh, arms and legs spilling limp in all directions.
Kneeling just above the starfished blonde, it takes but a quick shift or two of Washington's hips to move her glorious rear end above Riley's nose. With her legs bracketing the Heartbreaker's head, Jasmine smirks down at the demolished Kid. "Damn near beat the white out of ya, didn' I." With that, J-Dawg lowers her booty onto the beauty, swallowing up Riley's face with her seat. On the outside, Demetria dabs in jubilation, her rookie having followed the script to perfection. All that remained was Da Man being unable to do anythin' but eat a shyt sandwich and slap da mat for da one-two-three. Wash's shins remain atop the biceps of the motionless and broken Heartbreaker. "Bye Felicia!" Jasmine shouts, as the zebra stamps his hoof for...
ONE...
TWO...
While Washington's weight settling atop her mug had brought SOME life back to the blonde's form, there's not the slightest chance of any of her weak writhing bucking J-Dawg out of her saddle.
THREE!!!!!!!
The audience groans in disappointment--as the saying goes, it's not cockiness if you can back it up, and this rookie had backed it up, in more ways than one. Rising to his knees, the official turns to signal for the bell... but looking toward the timekeeper's table also means turning toward Demetria Andrews, and the FAWN Original meets his gaze with a raised finger and an open mouth...
"I don't tin so," Andrews shouts, waggling her index. The rest of her hand opens into five spread fingers. The official drops to his knees, shaking his head. A beaming Jasmine lifts slightly and bounces down on the blonde's mug, knocking whatever consciousness is left clean out. The striped-shirt hits the deck for...
FOUR...
... and FIVE.
Finally satisfied, Demetria slides into the squared circle and directs the ref out da ring. She moves to a stance behind J-Dawg, straddling Shayne, massaging Jasmine's shoulders. Calling for a mic, Andrews snatches it out of the air as Wash rises to a full kneel, letting the greasy face of Riley emerge. "Ain't no party like a J-Dawg Party," Demetria informs. "Cause no sellout Rumpshaka can party like the Dawg! Show'em J!"
Washington hops to her feet and soon after tugs a seemingly half-melted blonde up as best she can. Pulling Riley into a dragon sleeper arch, Jasmine clamps down in a standing head scissors, the Heartbreaker's features turned upwards into the rookie's undercarriage. "Oh yeah!" Washington barks.
The heel marks in Section 1408 can ALWAYS be counted on to endorse the bloodlust of a triumphant villainess, and to revel in the suffering of a valiant heroine even long past the bell. The rest of the FAWNatics, however, shower the rookie and her manager with jeers and catcalls... until a white and pink flash starts tearing down the aisle.
AJ SWANN:
Jasmine might not want this party to stop, but it's readily apparent that the Hardcore Heartbreaker, AJ Swann, is ready, willing and eager to crash the party before any more harm can befall her beaten partner. Diving under the bottom rope, the pink haired hottie is on her feet in an instant and charging toward J-Dawg, her forearm cocked, loaded, and ready to smash into the rookie's bosom.
Forced to drop her blonde before she can properly Rumpshake the Kid, Jasmine gets an extra tick when Demetria tries to tackle the interloper. AJ quickly calls an audible and delivers a wicked shot to Andrews' jaw that screws Demetria's body into the canvas. She ends in a tangled heap as Swann slides to a stop next to the downed manager. AJ spins to find her initial target, but the target finds her, J-Dawg punting AJ in the crotch. Lifted to tiptoes, Swann's face etched in agony, the pinkette can manage little in the way of defense. Doubled over, Jasmine spins Swann into a dragon sleeper, lowering her just enough so she can climb aboard and clamp down in a reverse standing head scissors. "As I was sayin." THWUMP! Wash drops to her ass, 'shakin and bakin’ AJ, Swann spasming underneath the reclining Washington. Jasmine turns to the nearest lens.
"Bootyshaken by Da Boss!" Demetria, wobbly but on her feet, grabs and lifts Jasmine's right hand. "Fresh and fine. LK. It soon be your time!"