Post by dsb on Jul 15, 2018 23:52:19 GMT
Having survived the harlot form Hog Hallow, at Mayhem by the skin of her teeth via substantial help from J-Dogg; FAWN’s Intercontinental Champion is feeling perky, or the evil equivalent of the same for Summer Swelter.
Bethany Christian, perhaps finally wising up, treating her as a franchise player instead of a platinum blonde pariah, has given Sanders the right to name her challenger and the Hawkeye is all smiles, dreaming of the Jungle rookie she has waiting in the wings to take her beating.
Backstage, Ky gives the faceplate of the belt strapped around her waist a slap then heads through the curtain when Iggy and Charlie belt H&B’s anthem ‘Fancy’ throughout the arena.
(http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=O-zpOMYRi0w )
Kylie Sanders :
[Jasmine Washington :
Chill strides to center stage, Jasmine behind the title holder, massaging the shoulders of the prize fighter. Drawing on echoes of her original gear, Sanders sports a unique, multi-strapped yellow-gold sports bra topside with black boy-cut shorts, black boots and pads.
(https://www.yandy.com/Multi-Strapped-Microfiber-Sports-Bra.php )
On the FAWNtron behind Hot&Bothered, ‘‘VANILLA CHILL IN DA HOUSE BYTCHES!’ appears in ten-foot high, gold letters. Jazzy shows Sanders off, the Nubian beauty raising a wrist of the former fan favorite, the boos falling like a downpour.
Vanilla Chill shows little interest in Orlando’s lowlife class as the women head down the ramp and aisle together. Washington talks shyt about everyone and everything. Kylie, on Cloud Nine knowing she has a patsy prepared, strides peacefully to the squared circle.
Reaching the ring, Sanders dabs her partner, the Hawkeye sharing a moment with her teammate. The elfin blonde turns a smile to the multitudes, likely freaking out the FAWNatics with her pleasant demeanor.
Still, Kylie can’t help but become agitated when ‘TROLL…TROLL…TROLL!’ begins to echo through the arena. J-Dogg provides ear muffs for the enraged Iowan before giving up the attempt to cancel the throngs’ song.
Instead, she leads the way for Sanders as they head up the steps. Washington sits on the middle cable, pushing up the top for the IC champ to ease through. Jasmine joins Chill center stage, Washington dressed in a tiny black hoodie, (black version of the following: i2.photobucket.com/albums/y32/biggerb/Jasmine-clothing.jpg~original ), the grappler snapping her head back to clear the hood from her cranium and shoulder-length ebony locks. Beneath Jazzy wears camo boy-cut trunks ( s2.photobucket.com/user/biggerb/media/Jasmine-clothing%20below.jpg.html ) which accentuate her bootylicious backside.
Kylie, stick already in hand, raises it to her cupid’s arrow lips, ignoring the continued jeers from the assembled.
“Tonight’s next match is for FAWN’s Intercontinental Championship. Hailing from da space where Da Man ain’t got no place…appearing to you at the perfect height and weight …I am this organization’s most prolific and impeccable champion…the one who makes every other champion irrelevant…I am Vanilla Chill!”
The crowd renews their chant. “TROLL…TROLL…TROLL”
Jasmine tries to cool a flustered, lower lip-chewing Chill and Kylie regains her composure.
“Since da boss knows she ain’t got no right to tell me shyt on who I face, I gets to tells you right now, so shut the hell up and let Chill spill…”
If anything the noise from the crowd got louder, FAWNatics showing no desire to hear from their idol-turned-evil. But their boos shifted a little when a new sound cut through the arena speakers, itchy guitars announcing the arrival of someone, anyone, to save them from their most hated.
In truth the Arcane Roots track wasn’t one that was overly familiar to most FAWN fans, and indeed the woman who sprinted out into the arena like a bullet fired from a gun was a relatively unknown rookie. But so hated had ‘Vanilla Chill’ become that the throngs reacted as if the ghost of Kylie past had reappeared before them. Valeria George was clad in a tight grey tank top with her ‘Unstoppable’ logo printed across it, and dusky purple boyshorts with matching pads and boots.
VALERIA GEORGE
For her part, Ria was loving the vicarious adulation, running down one side of the ramp and back up the other to high five every single outstretched hand. It was only when she’d completed the circuit that she gratefully accepted a mic from a waiting tech and raised it to her lips. Even then she couldn’t resist milking it just one more time, yelling “ORLANDO LEMME HEAR YA!” and raising the mic to further amplify the answering roar even more.
Once the cacophony had died down and the dusky-skinned newbie had caught her breath, she finally focused on the ring and the two seething Hot & Bothered members within. Jasmine was again trying to cool off a furious-looking Sanders, but before Vanilla Chill could express her anger the newcomer beat her to it.
“Galdem gots to know,” the arena got a little bit quieter when everyone remembered that this particular rookie was almost impossible to understand when she talked, but George didn’t seem in the slightest bit bothered. “Get turned on ya head too many times and girl get peak. But it’s not too late fam. Want to be da change? Big man ting. And if it’s wasteman ting, a real roadman here to take that h’ice.”
However unintelligible Ria was, almost anything said to Kylie Sanders was going to get a cheer, and while there were plenty of confused faces there was still a noticeable pop. George looked pleased with herself, but down in the ring confusion reigned. After a few glances it seemed that Hot & Bothered had no idea what had been said to them, neither quite knowing how to react until Sanders raised the mic and pointedly asked “What?”
“Old man gone deaf? Lets bring this bashment in close. “ Ria set off at a dead sprint, covering the length of the ramp in seconds and using that momentum to hop from the floor clean up to the apron. Once there she took a two-handed grasp of the top strand, leaned her weight back and dived forwards, flipping enthusiastically over the rope and taking a few steps on landing to end just a foot or two from Vanilla Chill.
Or at least she would have done if Jasmine hadn’t stepped in front of her partner, pushing in on intercept trajectory and pushing one shoulder into the newbie to shove her back a half-step. George took a second to catch her balance and then tutted loudly at Washington. “Step to me, oreo? Roll with the cookies and you’re gonna get crunched.” Dismissing her with a wave, Ria stepped to one side so she could look eyes with Kylie.
“I said that you must have been dropped on your head one too many times with all this ‘da man’ rubbish.” Even more confusion in the ring and the crowd as the newbie demonstrated a sudden grasp of plain English, albeit with a strong London accent, but Valeria didn’t seem to notice. “If you really want to make a change and be the champ these people deserve then you need to step it up. But if you just want to be ‘Vanilla’ then a real badman is here to take that gold off your hands.”
Illustrating her point Ria peeled off her tank top to reveal a purple racerback sports bra containing the swell of her bosom. The shirt was quickly flicked into the crowd, who reached for it enthusiastically, but her hungry eyes stayed fixed on the gold around Sanders’ waist, the Brit’s athletic body near buzzing in anticipation.
“Yeah. Look at it, rookie,” Kylie says, noting the dark eyes of the challenger falling on her gold, “cause that’s the closest you’ll come to ever being a champ.”
Sanders turns and strides back to her corner, Jasmine covering her blind retreat. Hot&Bothered share a hug in Kylie’s corner and J-Dogg departs.
The original FAWNster stares hazel lasers at her foe, Valeria not having budged from her position in the middle of the ring. The bell brings Chill’s title defense to order and Ky circles out of her corner. The Londoner pivots with her revolving foe, Sanders slowly closing the gap as she circles. Finally, the diminutive blonde throws in for a collar-and-elbow.
Champ and challenger are locked but for a couple seconds when Valeria, considerably bigger and, quickly shown, considerably stronger, throws Kylie back with seeming ease. Tossed away, Sanders keeps her feet for a step or two before ending up on her ass, palms pressing against the canvas to keep her from horizontal.
The platinum blonde pixie glares up at the beaming Brit, flustered and furious. Sanders slaps the canvas and pushes to her feet. Determined to show their first meeting a fluke, she strides directly to George and links again in a collar-and-elbow. Instead of throwing Ky off, Valeria quickly gains control and drives Sanders into a backpedal, guiding her harshly into a meeting of back to buckles, Kylie ‘oooofing’ as she’s sandwiched into a neutral corner.
“Get her off, ref,” Ky complains.
Valeria stuffs a forearm under Sanders’ chin, shoving Chill’s head back, forcing her foe to take a look at the ceiling.
“Damn it, ref,” Ky grunts. “Get Da Man’s woman off me before I make you pay for her mistake.”
Whether paying heed or not, the official does start a count and the rookie relents at ‘FOUR’, raising her hands and backing away, drawing a healthy ovation from the crowd, the FAWNatics appreciating her fair play.
Not appreciating the start of the match is the Intercontinental champion who angrily strides toward her foe, slappin’ hand drawn to remove the taste from the noob’s mouth. But George leaps into a stinging dropkick that catches Kylie flush on the jaw and sends her rocketing to the canvas. Immediately, Vanilla Chill rolls out of the ring and into the waiting arms of her partner, Jasmine pulling her close. The duo talk a change in strategy as Valeria, at first waits patiently, then less so.
The Londoner takes off for the ropes behind her and sprints toward H&B. She flies through the ropes in a Suicide Dive that is poorly named on this occasion as Ria SLAMS into the teammates and sends them hurtling into the steel barricade behind while ending on her feet. The crash of bodies against steel reverberates and, luckily for the champion, it’s Washington who takes the worst, her spine thwacking against the metal. The women end in a jumble on the floor and Valeria peels a yelping Kylie out of the mix with grasps on wrist and shoulder.
All business, and knowing gold is to be won inside the ring, George runs Ky to the apron and throws her back in under the bottom rope. The challenger is in right behind and ‘helps’ Kylie to her feet with a tug. The bigger grappler bullies a wobbly Sanders to the ropes and heaves her out of the rebound with an Irish Whip.
As Kylie hits the opposite cables, George is already stationed mid-ring. On the silvery-bobbed Sanders’ arrival, Ria dips slightly, collecting her foe for a moment to pop her FAR into the airspace above. With a bug-eyed Kylie descending, Valeria loads a European Uppercut and connects with head-snapping force.
Pop-up European Uppercut (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5yfx1QBuvr8 )
Somehow, perhaps through sheer force of will, the diminutive Chill remains upright, gaze glazed, body rigged. Ria seems momentarily impressed, but quickly is back on the run, racing to the ropes behind her. The u-turn sends her dashing toward the frozen Sanders. The rookie leaps toward the Pleasant Valley Pariah and into a crossbody splash that flattens the reeling champion to the canvas, Ria landing heavily atop.
The Englishwoman hooks a leg from her tight lateral press on the compressed Kylie, the challenger ready to claim a flash upset with the…
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FAWN’s most hated shoves a shoulder up, drawing a groan from the faithful, but a knowing grin from Ria, who seemingly understands winning a FAWN championship won’t be that easy.
With Ky to hands and knees on her own, George brings her up the rest of the way. Sanders pushes off the challenger’s shoulders to make some space and sends a toe kick toward the tummy of Ria. George swats the effort away, sending Sanders through a pirouette, the end of which finds Valeria trying to return the favor, shooting her boot sole toward the flat ivory midriff of the Hawkeye.
But Kylie is ready as well and she catches and controls the limb, keeping Valeria bouncing on her left foot to remain vertical. The veteran manages a smirk before Ria leaves the canvas, swinging her free foot up and thwacking it off Kylie’s right temple with an enziguri.
Sanders staggers away from the impact, stumbling into the ropes and rebounding toward the rampaging rookie.
Ria stops Ky in her tracks center stage. Ducking her head under Kylie’s right arm, she wraps her arms around the comparatively diminutive blonde and vaults the reeling titleholder off the canvas. With Chill airborne, Valeria spins down to one knee and SLAMS Kylie’s spine across the plank of her right leg, drawing a yelp of agony from the champ.
Spinning Backbreaker (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ifFZYeZ2BQ0 ) @ 00:30
George dumps the wincing Hawkeye off her knee and spreads her foe out on the deck before leaping across the battered platinum blonde in another pinning combination for the…
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THNOOO!
The infamously mulish Sanders shoves a shoulder up, rolling to her side and grasping at the base of her backbone to fruitlessly rub at the throbbing vertebrae.
Kylie slowly rolls to her chest and pushes to all fours under the watchful eye of the challenger. Clearly not ready for someone as game as George, Vanilla Chill crawls toward the ropes, wanting a time out to regroup.
Valeria isn’t interested in any stoppage and she secures a two-hand grip on an ankle. She pulls Sanders back to mid-ring with her handle, where Ky spins to her back. Ria pushes forward, still in control of the limb, folding Ky into a ball with the blonde’s shoulders on the canvas. The ref doesn’t have time to get down and slap the deck before Kylie explodes her legs outward, kicking free of the challenger and sending Valeria stumbling away a few steps.
Unhurt, George purposefully strides back to the matbound Sanders, when Ky trips her foe with a drop toe hold. With the leg scissored, Kylie scrambles atop the chest-down Brit and rides her challenger in recovery mode.
“Nice try,” Kylie huffs before driving an elbow between Valeria’s shoulderblades. “But not good enough.”
“This close…” the Brit reaches one hand out, just a sliver of light between them. “Gal’s got slow in her old age, gots ta stay roadman or BLEUGRHH!” With a snarl Sanders takes one big handful of afro and forcibly jams the newbie’s face into the canvas, rubbing back and forth a few times so that every inch of her features could feel the rough texture.
Tiring of the rough treatment George pushes upwards, but the respite is only brief as Sanders slams two quick forearm smashes into the back of her afro, driving her head down again. “Don’t be cocky, new meat. This company wouldn’t even exist if it wasn’t for me, these people don’t even know your name.”
“Soon they’ll know,” Even as she spoke the brunette bucked wildly, earning herself enough wriggle room to push up again and shove Vanilla Chill off her back. Ria rolled to her knees and grinned at the FAWN original “They’ll know cos my name gonna be ‘Champ’!”
Both women leaped to their feet but it was George who made it there quickest, celebrating by charging headlong at Sanders with one arm cocked. The attempted lariat was either too slow or too telegraphed to catch someone with Kylie’s ring experience off guard though, and the champ was quick to duck to one side and give the charging Brit a little extra shove to send her in the direction of the ropes with even more momentum.
Ria just about managed to spin to avoid a chest-first collusion, only to find Ky diving down at her feet in an attempt to trip her face first. This was avoided at the last possible instant, the dusky-skinned battler managing to leap over the prone Hawkeye. Keeping her momentum, George dashes to the far ropes, intending to return and finally deliver that lariat. But instead she’s dropped on her face as Jasmine Washington reaches in under the ropes and grabs a trailing foot to send her flying.
Immediately J-Dogg backs away, hands up and an expression of innocence on her face as Craig Long comes over to remonstrate. But Sanders is following up on her partner’s timely intervention, powering a swift kick into the side of the grounded Brit’s face, then yanks her up by the hair and drags her around to the ropes. By the time Long has refocused on the action the Champ has one knee pressed down on the back of George’s head, the Brit writhing as her windpipe is compressed by the tape-covered steel cable.
Rope Hung Choke (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ReDYB2rqxlc )
“Get her off the ropes Kylie!” The referee starts his count straightaway, Vanilla Chill waiting until he’s reached a worried-sounding ‘FOUR’ before taking her leg off the gasping Brit’s neck. “Da’ man can’t tell me what to do!” she remonstrated with the red-faced ref, stepping up to him and wagging a finger in his face.
Meanwhile George stays on the ropes, recovering as much of her breath as she can. Her attempts are interrupted by Washington, yet again interfering by hooking around her neck and dragging her throat down onto the rope again! With Sanders keeping the referee distracted J-Dogg is free to continue the choke, Ria’s face rapidly going red as she’s denied oxygen. Only when Long finally disentangles himself from the furious champ does Jasmine finally release her prey.
It doesn’t look like Valeria is able to go anywhere at all right now, slumped on the ropes and making a nasty coughing noise as she tried to refill her lungs. Showing a veteran’s instinct to take advantage, Kylie charges off to the far ropes, returning at speed and jumping into a low-angle Dropkick into the back of the hurting Brit’s head! The purple-clad battler is driven throat-first into the rope once again, adding yet more hurt to that abused windpipe.
With the ‘Unstoppable Girl’ looking pretty well stopped Kylie decides it’s time for a swift end to her night. The elfin blonde tucks in around the larger woman’s waist and lifts up, hauling her to her feet and then up and over. The German Suplex is delivered perfectly, as would be expected of someone with Ky’s experience and amateur pedigree, Ria’s head impacting into the canvas and then her body flopping over into a wet starfish. And Sanders keeps hold of that waistlock, stacking the newbie high and tight on her shoulders as Long drops to count…
German Suplex (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=agzNMHrmbgo )
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THNooo
Wriggling frantically, George manages to topple herself over to one side, breaking the pin. She doesn’t look to be in great shape though, gasping air and staying down as the Champ rises over her. A big handful of brunette afro is enough for Kylie to yank her prey up to standing.
Before George can set her feet, Kylie transitions to a slick necklock and turns through 180 degrees, forcing the Unstoppable Girl to do the same. With Ria now held in an awkward backwards lean, Vanilla Chill drops to her tush, snapping the taller woman’s neck over her shoulder in the process. Valeria slops over to her front, but only for a second as Sanders shovels her onto her back and covers her with a full body press for…
Hangman’s Neckbreaker (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=meiQ2KOvyjk )
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Glassy-eyed as she is George still finds enough reserves to stay alive, punching one arm off the canvas and rolling to one side to break the pin. Sanders glares up at the referee, holding up three fingers and then giving a little yelp of frustration when he responds with only two. But with J-Dogg shouting her on from ringside she swiftly turns that frustration into more pain for the rookie.
Dragging George back to wobbly legs again, the Hawkeye flicks a boot into her gut to bend her forwards. Or at least that was the plan, but it seemed that Ria was a step ahead, snatching her foot out of the air and yanking it up higher, Ky forced towards an awkward standing split. This leaves her bottoms riding up uncomfortably, the veteran reaching one hand down to cover while the other furiously wags no to the avenging Brit.
Ignoring the champion’s pleas, George cocks one elbow and delivers a big punch right into the captured Iowa native’s jaw. Kylie’s precarious one-legged balance crumbles, ‘Chill’ collapsing in a heap from the blow which George excitably dives on top of. One, two, three more quick forearm smashes are delivered into Sanders’ stunned face before she’s dragged up again, Ria spinning around with her full weight to Irish Whip the champ directly into the nearest turnbuckles!
Sanders has the presence of mind to turn her back but can do nothing to slow the spine-shuddering impact of the lightly-padded steel. And worse is to come as Valeria charges in behind her, leaping off both feet to deliver a huge flying forearm smash which squashes the smaller woman into the corner!
Corner Forearm Smash (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SCFzj9kKnII )
Looking to capitalise on her momentum, Ria is quick to hook around the reeling champ’s neck, only to find her prey suddenly pulled out of her grasp. Glancing down she sees Washington again interfering in her match, this time by grabbing one of her partner’s arms and dragging her out of harm’s way. Kylie slips through the gap in the ropes and drops to the apron, J-Dogg catching her and placing her safely down on woozy legs at ringside.
“Back off Man!” she yells at Craig Long, who’s quickly over to get things back in the ring. Beside her Vanilla Chill seems to be living up to her name, one hand on her forehead while the other leans on her partner for support. As the referee starts counting, there’s no sign of either following his instructions until Sanders hears the sound of fast-approaching footsteps.
Sure enough the Unstoppable Girl is living up to her name, charging off to the far ropes and returning to put one foot on the middle ‘buckle. That’s enough to launch her into the air, turning through a rapid corkscrew before crashing down on her targets. Kylie’s veteran instincts give her enough warning to avoid the meat of the impact, but her partner isn’t so lucky, Washington smashed down under 137lbs of flying Londoner!
Triangle Corkscrew Plancha (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=h3W4DMCQbUE )
The African-American grappler is splattered to the thinly-padded cement under the fearless flyer. Although Sanders takes only a glancing blow, it’s enough to put the platinum pixie on her backside and by the time the Hawkeye pushes to her feet, Ria’s separated herself from the heeled J-Dogg. She draws the diminutive blonde into a tight side headlock, Ria wrenching away on Sanders’ head and neck, keeping a close ear on the official’s growing count.
Forcing Ky to the apron, she shifts her grips to a shoulder strap and the back rim of Kylie’s spandex trunks. With a heave, the champ is back in the ring with a noticeable wedgie, rolling to a stop in the middle, ending in a spreadeagle. George takes a quick glance back at the waylaid Washington and knows she has Kylie to herself for a while, or did if the champ’s prodigal cousin Kristy didn’t ride to the rescue and become Chill’s backup’s backup.
Hopping to the apron, the athletic challenger grasps the uppermost cable and leaps over the top rope, spinning as she does. Instead of landing boot soles to canvas, Ria plants on the inside of the middle rope and immediately soars into an acrobatic backflip, the springboard moonsault landing flush across the ivory abs of her foe. Kylie’s hazel peepers bulge wide, her cheeks bursting forth with an exhale as she jackknifes under the impact.
With the crowd roaring, sensing a title change in the offing, Valeria hooks Sanders’ limp far leg and presses hard and deep into the flaccid frame of the lightweight, getting a…
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THRNOOO!
Sanders kicks her way to the side where she gasps for air, the splash across her middle having forced nearly all oxygen free of her lungs. Undeterred, the Unstoppable Girl shoves FAWN’s Most Hated to her chest, wraps her left arm across Ky’s throat and bends her right leg after it. When she clasps hands behind Kylie’s noggin, her signature Force Choke is secured. Ria reefs back on the submission, Sanders’ face etched in agony, her neck and back abused relentlessly.
Force Choke (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nGXOxCCig8I )
The ref slides down next to the platinum blonde and demands an answer, warning Ky if she doesn’t respond, it’ll be considered a surrender. The Hawkeye chokes out a raspy ‘no’ in hardly more than a whisper.
Valeria responds with a threat she’s about to pop Kylie’s head off her shoulders or that’s the best guess considering her nearly indecipherable lingo. Still, Sanders musters the effort to roll George to her shoulders with a shift to the left and, with the zebra counting toward three, Valeria’s forced to release her version of the Koji Clutch.
Chill gasps for air, choking it in, neck and face rosy. An increasingly confident challenger crawls to the title holder and grabs Kylie’s head with both hands to regain control. But as she does, Ky’s right hand shoots to Ria’s eyes and Sanders scrapes her nails across. Valeria shrieks in pain, turning away and blindly scrambling to her feet. Cursing as she staggers to the ropes, falling into the rubber-coated steel, the Unstoppable Girl is at the very least blinded for the moment.
The Pleasant Valley Pariah rubs at her throat as she rises, anger growing in her elfin features. When Ria forces away from the strands, rubbing furiously at her peepers to clear them, the Ultimate Opportunist takes the impetus, racing at her larger foe and cutting her in half with a spear that looks to have come from a woman at least George’s size. But it’s the diminutive flaxen-haired scoundrel who plants Valeria into the deck with a picturebook tackle.
Passing on a pin attempt, Sanders pushes wearily to her feet and moves to a standing forward straddle of the leveled Londoner, a boot on either side of the purple-clad bosom of her foe.
“Bytch. I don’t even know your name. But you’re gonna know everything about me, including my shoe size.”
Piece said, Kylie hops into the air and DOUBLE STOMPS Ria’s thinly sheathed jubblies, flattening the flesh to her breastbone, George winces then mewls when Ky grinds her shoe leather into the tenderized tissue. Chill goes rabbit again, STOMPING Ria’s gurls and grinding. She takes a third go, this time landing amidst, the café-au-lait skin of the challenger’s abdomen, driving the air from the Brit.
“Nothing but a welcome mat, gurl,” Kylie assures, her confidence growing.
The delighted Sanders finally breaks contact and circles Valeria menacingly, the Londoner collapsing into a fetal ball for protection.
“Yeah. I think it’s sinkin’ in, gurl. You ain’t got near enough to stop shiverin’ when you face Da Chill.”
Ky sends a boot stomp to Ria’s ribs to crack open the turtle shell, then grabs a wrist and handful of afro to haul the challenger to upright. Sanders tugs a bent George into a tight side headlock and cranks away on the grip, delighting in the soft grunts emanating from her foe and the loud encouragement from J-Dogg.
Playing the little bully, Chill rams a couple right fists up into the chin of the Brit while maintaining control with her left arm. With Valeria’s struggles downgraded, the Hawkeye takes off on a gallop to the ropes in front of her, hauling the bigger grappler along for the ride. Reaching the cables, the platinum-haired pixie launches, her boot soles meeting the top strand. Using the rope as a springboard, she turns both herself and Ria in a flashy u-turn and POUNDS Valeria’s face into the deck when the champ sits out and delivers a springboard bulldog.
Springboard bulldog (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Gp4GBmGknas )
The apparently Stoppable Girl absently rolls to her back, ending in a wide starfish, and Kylie dives on for the three-second ride to victory, another successful defense coming after the…
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THRNOOO!
George shoves the smaller woman off enough to roll a shoulder from the canvas and stay alive in her effort for gold. Frustrated, Kylie stares daggers at the official.
“I see Da Man is alive and well and tryin’ to screw Chill. Let’s see you stop me when I make her cry out a surrender!”
Kylie shoves the still dazed Londoner to her chest and slides into a backward-facing, kneeling straddle of Valeria’s waist. Raising her right hand and forming in it a claw, some of the former Corps can’t help but shout out “FARM…HAND” in unison from the ole Girl Scout days of yore.
Ky chuckles at the dopes and SINKS her digits into the muscular juncture of gluteus and upper thigh, digging her fingers into the nerve bundle situated at that location. Hammy clamp applied, Ria yelps in pain, her leg quickly spasming under the abuse that only grows more anguish-inducing when Kylie presses her flattened left palm atop her clenching right.
“Give it up, rookie,” the champ demands. “Or you’ll be limping into your next Pay-Per-View…if you ever have one.”
After a few seconds spent fruitlessly trying to grab at the claws invading her flesh, George changed tack, digging her elbows into the canvas and pressing up to get some leverage. A savage pulse on the Farm Hand caused an involuntary wriggle but the rookie steadied herself and gave a powerful lunge forwards, earning herself a precious foot or so of distance towards the ropes. Another big heave had the FAWNatics cheering her home, Ky going along for the ride while keeping her vintage grip locked in. Its only when Ria is almost within touching distance of the ropes that she relents slightly, shifting her grip and standing up to drag the dusky brunette back to centre ring by her leg.
Or at least that was the plan, but Valeria didn’t have any intention of letting herself be dragged, As soon as the pressure lessens, she pushes up on her hands and Mule Kicks backwards with her free leg as hard as she can. The impact is enough to knock Sanders backwards to release her grip, George scrambling away and coming to a seat in one corner, hands massaging at the pain in her posterior with her eyes locked on Chill.
“Sket ting!” she yelled angrily. The only response from the champ was a charge forwards, Ky looking to capitalise while her foe was vulnerable. But this time her veteran instincts betrayed her, George athletically slipping through the ropes at the last second to avoid the onrushing Hawkeye. Sanders ends up running chest-first into the turnbuckles!
Rebounding from the padded steel with a hiss of pain, Chill is temporarily disoriented. Despite the yell of warning from Jasmine at ringside she’s lost track of her opponent, George taking advantage by grabbing the top rope and leaping up. The springboard sends her high into the air, coming down with both feet extended to impact squarely into the FAWN original’s sports bra. Ky is sent flying backwards, coming to a rest near the corner while Ria sits up, her adrenaline not quite covering the fire in her glutes which was started by the Farm Hand and enflamed by her top-rope drop.
Springboard missile dropkick
www.youtube.com/watch?v=6_-yi8Zjl88
Tossing her aches to one side, Valeria powers to her feet and dashes over to the champ. With Kylie only just making her knees, she’s helped the rest of the way to vertical, George grabbing hold of blonde locks to yank her up, then stuffing a quick kneelift into her tummy. With Vanilla Chill mollified, the brunette demonstrates her power, lifting the smaller woman up into sideslam position and then spinning to bring her down HARD across her posted knee. Sanders’ spine bends around the bony joint, dropping to the mat with a wail. George needs no further invitation, pouring herself over the Iowa native and hooking a leg as Long drops to count…
[b[Spinning backbreaker[/b]
www.youtube.com/watch?v=lsfA7d2EIRE
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His hand had almost begun the descent when Sanders reaches one hand up to rake Ria’s eyes, earning an angry yell and a release of the pin. She’s quick to sit up but again not quick enough, George burning adrenaline to pop to her feet while the blonde is still rising.
Before the hated Hawkeye can do anything to counter, she finds herself wrapped up again, this time in a front waistlock. A few clubbing forearms to the back aren’t enough to dissuade George, who simply lifts up and powers forward towards the corner. The result is a sort of spinebuster-spear combo, but the end result is the champ getting mashed into the buckles once again, adding yet more damage to that aching back.
Left on jelly legs, it doesn’t take much for Sanders to give way, dropping to her butt in the corner. J-Dogg quickly sets off around the ring to come to her partner’s aid but isn’t quick enough, as George backs off a few steps and charges forwards. Leaping into an impromptu forward somersault the Londoner crashes back first into Chill, her full weight compressing the smaller woman into the lightly-padded steel!
Unstoppable
www.youtube.com/watch?v=JhsCkDNMHmE
Bouncing back to her feet, the Unstoppable Girl is breathing heavy after her exertions. But as she surveys the sweating blonde wreckage of Kylie Sanders she clearly isn't quite done. The Unstoppable Girl lives up to her name, racing off to the far corner and returning at a dead sprint to deliver a second Cannonball which...
...misses the target. Kylie doesn't look to be moving anywhere under her own steam, but at the last second J-Dogg reaches into the ring and drags her partner out of harm's way. Denied her landing pad, George is left to slam her hurting tailbone into the turnbuckle before collapsing onto her head. The Londoner flops to her front, writhing as if electrified and grasping at her battered spine and glutes.
Washington tries to raise a puddled Sanders and doesn’t find it easy, the first Unstoppable leaving the platinum blonde flaccid, J-Dogg realizing a second would have ended her partner’s reign without a doubt.
Forcing the issue, Wash scoops her arms under those of Kylie, gets Sanders upright, and shoves the limp champ up to the canvas, rolling her in. The Hawkeye ends on her back, staring blankly at the rafters next to the roiling challenger.
“Get yo ass up, Chill,” Jazzy shouts.
The words seem to stiffen the title holder, Ky able to sit up. But Valeria is on her way to vertical as well, making it to all fours, a hand still massaging her lower back. It’s a race to boot soles, Ria making it there a split second before the Pleasant Valley Pariah. Reaching toward the silvery bob atop Ky’s noggin, the Unstoppable Girl’s fingers never make the chopped follicles. Instead, the veteran flashes a toe kick into the café-au-lait-skinned tummy of her challenger.
Doubled at the waist, Valeria can manage little but suck in air, dark eyes bugging, as Kylie slips beside her, wrapping an arm behind the back of her foe while slipping her head under a loose arm of George. Grabbing a handful of spandex on Valeria’s hip, Kylie grunts loudly, the smaller woman putting everything she has into vaulting Ria into the air.
Sanders launches the Londoner, boots quickly pointed to the rafters in a stalled vertical suplex. The Hawkeye doesn’t have the power to hold it long, but she doesn’t have to, turning Valeria toward the ropes and dropping her. The front of Ria’s thighs springboard her off the top cable and Kylie uses the momentum to take her up and over with a slingshot suplex that POUNDS Valeria’s spine into the deck, the mat reverberating with a loud BANG when the Unstoppable Girl hits home.
Slingshot Suplex ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=PBtRhCYwb5A )
A still sluggish Sanders drops across the mewling George, hooking a leg in a lateral press for the…
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Ria shows she’s not ready to give up her fast track from rookie to Intercontinental Champion, shoving a shoulder up before Ky can claim a successful defense.
Sanders glares at the official in disbelief. Flustered and fuming, she slaps the canvas, then WHACKS Ria’s open midriff to use her frustration in a more constructive manner.
Valeria yelps, jackknifing up to a seated position. From there Kylie tugs the challenger up with her, threatening to stop the Unstoppable.
With a wobbly Ria in front of her, the Hawkeye takes a risk, dipping and slipping her braincase between George’s sinewy thighs. Before Valeria can muster a counter and perhaps powerbomb the blonde into next week, Kylie manages to straighten and get the bigger woman off her feet.
With her foe’s head and upper half draping over her shoulders, Kylie sits out and delivers Ria’s forehead and chest to the unforgiving deck with her signature Iowa Waterwheel.
Iowa Waterwheel (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=L78bbjcEtWw )
The crowd groans in sympathy for the splattered George, Ria absently rolling to her back after the fateful impact, casting a glassy gaze to the lights above while a weary but ambulatory Sanders moves to kneel next to Ria’s stems.
Kylie lifts Ria’s right leg and folds it around the back of her neck. Spinning, the crafty FAWN original flips the challenger to her back while moving alongside and capturing the flailing near arm of George, who suddenly seems to realize Ky’s ultimate motive.
The knowledge does her little good when the vicious blonde stomps a boot into the side of Valeria’s jaw, collecting pressure point after pressure point with her infamous Chill Out submission.
Chill Out (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NVtOcOoAjCA ) @ 00:09
The platinum pixie shouts her demands of the howling Ria.
“Give up, bytch. And don’t gimme any a dat doubletalk or I’ll break your arm, back and leg at the same time.”
Ria holds on through a half-dozen seconds, yelping and grimacing in agony under the increasingly painful coercion by the Hawkeye. Finally the futility of her situation takes over and Valeria enthusiastically taps on her own opposite shoulder, bringing the tolling of the bell quickly behind.
The official demands Kylie release the beaten Brit but Sanders remains steadfast in her torture while Jasmine collects her belt and slips into the ring. With her prize in sight and the ref threatening to overturn his decision, Ky relents, tossing away her stretch muffler disdainfully, sending a stomp into the loser after she rises, then accepting her IC title from Wash.
Jasmine raises the left hand of her teammate while Kylie uses her right to lift the title, both Hot and Bothered hovering over the whimpering Valeria as the crowd jeers their most hated. Sanders glances down at Ria.
“Don’t EVER come at me again, rookie,” she growls. “Or you gonna find out how cold Chill can be.”
Bethany Christian, perhaps finally wising up, treating her as a franchise player instead of a platinum blonde pariah, has given Sanders the right to name her challenger and the Hawkeye is all smiles, dreaming of the Jungle rookie she has waiting in the wings to take her beating.
Backstage, Ky gives the faceplate of the belt strapped around her waist a slap then heads through the curtain when Iggy and Charlie belt H&B’s anthem ‘Fancy’ throughout the arena.
(http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=O-zpOMYRi0w )
Kylie Sanders :
[Jasmine Washington :
Chill strides to center stage, Jasmine behind the title holder, massaging the shoulders of the prize fighter. Drawing on echoes of her original gear, Sanders sports a unique, multi-strapped yellow-gold sports bra topside with black boy-cut shorts, black boots and pads.
(https://www.yandy.com/Multi-Strapped-Microfiber-Sports-Bra.php )
On the FAWNtron behind Hot&Bothered, ‘‘VANILLA CHILL IN DA HOUSE BYTCHES!’ appears in ten-foot high, gold letters. Jazzy shows Sanders off, the Nubian beauty raising a wrist of the former fan favorite, the boos falling like a downpour.
Vanilla Chill shows little interest in Orlando’s lowlife class as the women head down the ramp and aisle together. Washington talks shyt about everyone and everything. Kylie, on Cloud Nine knowing she has a patsy prepared, strides peacefully to the squared circle.
Reaching the ring, Sanders dabs her partner, the Hawkeye sharing a moment with her teammate. The elfin blonde turns a smile to the multitudes, likely freaking out the FAWNatics with her pleasant demeanor.
Still, Kylie can’t help but become agitated when ‘TROLL…TROLL…TROLL!’ begins to echo through the arena. J-Dogg provides ear muffs for the enraged Iowan before giving up the attempt to cancel the throngs’ song.
Instead, she leads the way for Sanders as they head up the steps. Washington sits on the middle cable, pushing up the top for the IC champ to ease through. Jasmine joins Chill center stage, Washington dressed in a tiny black hoodie, (black version of the following: i2.photobucket.com/albums/y32/biggerb/Jasmine-clothing.jpg~original ), the grappler snapping her head back to clear the hood from her cranium and shoulder-length ebony locks. Beneath Jazzy wears camo boy-cut trunks ( s2.photobucket.com/user/biggerb/media/Jasmine-clothing%20below.jpg.html ) which accentuate her bootylicious backside.
Kylie, stick already in hand, raises it to her cupid’s arrow lips, ignoring the continued jeers from the assembled.
“Tonight’s next match is for FAWN’s Intercontinental Championship. Hailing from da space where Da Man ain’t got no place…appearing to you at the perfect height and weight …I am this organization’s most prolific and impeccable champion…the one who makes every other champion irrelevant…I am Vanilla Chill!”
The crowd renews their chant. “TROLL…TROLL…TROLL”
Jasmine tries to cool a flustered, lower lip-chewing Chill and Kylie regains her composure.
“Since da boss knows she ain’t got no right to tell me shyt on who I face, I gets to tells you right now, so shut the hell up and let Chill spill…”
If anything the noise from the crowd got louder, FAWNatics showing no desire to hear from their idol-turned-evil. But their boos shifted a little when a new sound cut through the arena speakers, itchy guitars announcing the arrival of someone, anyone, to save them from their most hated.
In truth the Arcane Roots track wasn’t one that was overly familiar to most FAWN fans, and indeed the woman who sprinted out into the arena like a bullet fired from a gun was a relatively unknown rookie. But so hated had ‘Vanilla Chill’ become that the throngs reacted as if the ghost of Kylie past had reappeared before them. Valeria George was clad in a tight grey tank top with her ‘Unstoppable’ logo printed across it, and dusky purple boyshorts with matching pads and boots.
VALERIA GEORGE
For her part, Ria was loving the vicarious adulation, running down one side of the ramp and back up the other to high five every single outstretched hand. It was only when she’d completed the circuit that she gratefully accepted a mic from a waiting tech and raised it to her lips. Even then she couldn’t resist milking it just one more time, yelling “ORLANDO LEMME HEAR YA!” and raising the mic to further amplify the answering roar even more.
Once the cacophony had died down and the dusky-skinned newbie had caught her breath, she finally focused on the ring and the two seething Hot & Bothered members within. Jasmine was again trying to cool off a furious-looking Sanders, but before Vanilla Chill could express her anger the newcomer beat her to it.
“Galdem gots to know,” the arena got a little bit quieter when everyone remembered that this particular rookie was almost impossible to understand when she talked, but George didn’t seem in the slightest bit bothered. “Get turned on ya head too many times and girl get peak. But it’s not too late fam. Want to be da change? Big man ting. And if it’s wasteman ting, a real roadman here to take that h’ice.”
However unintelligible Ria was, almost anything said to Kylie Sanders was going to get a cheer, and while there were plenty of confused faces there was still a noticeable pop. George looked pleased with herself, but down in the ring confusion reigned. After a few glances it seemed that Hot & Bothered had no idea what had been said to them, neither quite knowing how to react until Sanders raised the mic and pointedly asked “What?”
“Old man gone deaf? Lets bring this bashment in close. “ Ria set off at a dead sprint, covering the length of the ramp in seconds and using that momentum to hop from the floor clean up to the apron. Once there she took a two-handed grasp of the top strand, leaned her weight back and dived forwards, flipping enthusiastically over the rope and taking a few steps on landing to end just a foot or two from Vanilla Chill.
Or at least she would have done if Jasmine hadn’t stepped in front of her partner, pushing in on intercept trajectory and pushing one shoulder into the newbie to shove her back a half-step. George took a second to catch her balance and then tutted loudly at Washington. “Step to me, oreo? Roll with the cookies and you’re gonna get crunched.” Dismissing her with a wave, Ria stepped to one side so she could look eyes with Kylie.
“I said that you must have been dropped on your head one too many times with all this ‘da man’ rubbish.” Even more confusion in the ring and the crowd as the newbie demonstrated a sudden grasp of plain English, albeit with a strong London accent, but Valeria didn’t seem to notice. “If you really want to make a change and be the champ these people deserve then you need to step it up. But if you just want to be ‘Vanilla’ then a real badman is here to take that gold off your hands.”
Illustrating her point Ria peeled off her tank top to reveal a purple racerback sports bra containing the swell of her bosom. The shirt was quickly flicked into the crowd, who reached for it enthusiastically, but her hungry eyes stayed fixed on the gold around Sanders’ waist, the Brit’s athletic body near buzzing in anticipation.
“Yeah. Look at it, rookie,” Kylie says, noting the dark eyes of the challenger falling on her gold, “cause that’s the closest you’ll come to ever being a champ.”
Sanders turns and strides back to her corner, Jasmine covering her blind retreat. Hot&Bothered share a hug in Kylie’s corner and J-Dogg departs.
The original FAWNster stares hazel lasers at her foe, Valeria not having budged from her position in the middle of the ring. The bell brings Chill’s title defense to order and Ky circles out of her corner. The Londoner pivots with her revolving foe, Sanders slowly closing the gap as she circles. Finally, the diminutive blonde throws in for a collar-and-elbow.
Champ and challenger are locked but for a couple seconds when Valeria, considerably bigger and, quickly shown, considerably stronger, throws Kylie back with seeming ease. Tossed away, Sanders keeps her feet for a step or two before ending up on her ass, palms pressing against the canvas to keep her from horizontal.
The platinum blonde pixie glares up at the beaming Brit, flustered and furious. Sanders slaps the canvas and pushes to her feet. Determined to show their first meeting a fluke, she strides directly to George and links again in a collar-and-elbow. Instead of throwing Ky off, Valeria quickly gains control and drives Sanders into a backpedal, guiding her harshly into a meeting of back to buckles, Kylie ‘oooofing’ as she’s sandwiched into a neutral corner.
“Get her off, ref,” Ky complains.
Valeria stuffs a forearm under Sanders’ chin, shoving Chill’s head back, forcing her foe to take a look at the ceiling.
“Damn it, ref,” Ky grunts. “Get Da Man’s woman off me before I make you pay for her mistake.”
Whether paying heed or not, the official does start a count and the rookie relents at ‘FOUR’, raising her hands and backing away, drawing a healthy ovation from the crowd, the FAWNatics appreciating her fair play.
Not appreciating the start of the match is the Intercontinental champion who angrily strides toward her foe, slappin’ hand drawn to remove the taste from the noob’s mouth. But George leaps into a stinging dropkick that catches Kylie flush on the jaw and sends her rocketing to the canvas. Immediately, Vanilla Chill rolls out of the ring and into the waiting arms of her partner, Jasmine pulling her close. The duo talk a change in strategy as Valeria, at first waits patiently, then less so.
The Londoner takes off for the ropes behind her and sprints toward H&B. She flies through the ropes in a Suicide Dive that is poorly named on this occasion as Ria SLAMS into the teammates and sends them hurtling into the steel barricade behind while ending on her feet. The crash of bodies against steel reverberates and, luckily for the champion, it’s Washington who takes the worst, her spine thwacking against the metal. The women end in a jumble on the floor and Valeria peels a yelping Kylie out of the mix with grasps on wrist and shoulder.
All business, and knowing gold is to be won inside the ring, George runs Ky to the apron and throws her back in under the bottom rope. The challenger is in right behind and ‘helps’ Kylie to her feet with a tug. The bigger grappler bullies a wobbly Sanders to the ropes and heaves her out of the rebound with an Irish Whip.
As Kylie hits the opposite cables, George is already stationed mid-ring. On the silvery-bobbed Sanders’ arrival, Ria dips slightly, collecting her foe for a moment to pop her FAR into the airspace above. With a bug-eyed Kylie descending, Valeria loads a European Uppercut and connects with head-snapping force.
Pop-up European Uppercut (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5yfx1QBuvr8 )
Somehow, perhaps through sheer force of will, the diminutive Chill remains upright, gaze glazed, body rigged. Ria seems momentarily impressed, but quickly is back on the run, racing to the ropes behind her. The u-turn sends her dashing toward the frozen Sanders. The rookie leaps toward the Pleasant Valley Pariah and into a crossbody splash that flattens the reeling champion to the canvas, Ria landing heavily atop.
The Englishwoman hooks a leg from her tight lateral press on the compressed Kylie, the challenger ready to claim a flash upset with the…
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FAWN’s most hated shoves a shoulder up, drawing a groan from the faithful, but a knowing grin from Ria, who seemingly understands winning a FAWN championship won’t be that easy.
With Ky to hands and knees on her own, George brings her up the rest of the way. Sanders pushes off the challenger’s shoulders to make some space and sends a toe kick toward the tummy of Ria. George swats the effort away, sending Sanders through a pirouette, the end of which finds Valeria trying to return the favor, shooting her boot sole toward the flat ivory midriff of the Hawkeye.
But Kylie is ready as well and she catches and controls the limb, keeping Valeria bouncing on her left foot to remain vertical. The veteran manages a smirk before Ria leaves the canvas, swinging her free foot up and thwacking it off Kylie’s right temple with an enziguri.
Sanders staggers away from the impact, stumbling into the ropes and rebounding toward the rampaging rookie.
Ria stops Ky in her tracks center stage. Ducking her head under Kylie’s right arm, she wraps her arms around the comparatively diminutive blonde and vaults the reeling titleholder off the canvas. With Chill airborne, Valeria spins down to one knee and SLAMS Kylie’s spine across the plank of her right leg, drawing a yelp of agony from the champ.
Spinning Backbreaker (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ifFZYeZ2BQ0 ) @ 00:30
George dumps the wincing Hawkeye off her knee and spreads her foe out on the deck before leaping across the battered platinum blonde in another pinning combination for the…
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The infamously mulish Sanders shoves a shoulder up, rolling to her side and grasping at the base of her backbone to fruitlessly rub at the throbbing vertebrae.
Kylie slowly rolls to her chest and pushes to all fours under the watchful eye of the challenger. Clearly not ready for someone as game as George, Vanilla Chill crawls toward the ropes, wanting a time out to regroup.
Valeria isn’t interested in any stoppage and she secures a two-hand grip on an ankle. She pulls Sanders back to mid-ring with her handle, where Ky spins to her back. Ria pushes forward, still in control of the limb, folding Ky into a ball with the blonde’s shoulders on the canvas. The ref doesn’t have time to get down and slap the deck before Kylie explodes her legs outward, kicking free of the challenger and sending Valeria stumbling away a few steps.
Unhurt, George purposefully strides back to the matbound Sanders, when Ky trips her foe with a drop toe hold. With the leg scissored, Kylie scrambles atop the chest-down Brit and rides her challenger in recovery mode.
“Nice try,” Kylie huffs before driving an elbow between Valeria’s shoulderblades. “But not good enough.”
“This close…” the Brit reaches one hand out, just a sliver of light between them. “Gal’s got slow in her old age, gots ta stay roadman or BLEUGRHH!” With a snarl Sanders takes one big handful of afro and forcibly jams the newbie’s face into the canvas, rubbing back and forth a few times so that every inch of her features could feel the rough texture.
Tiring of the rough treatment George pushes upwards, but the respite is only brief as Sanders slams two quick forearm smashes into the back of her afro, driving her head down again. “Don’t be cocky, new meat. This company wouldn’t even exist if it wasn’t for me, these people don’t even know your name.”
“Soon they’ll know,” Even as she spoke the brunette bucked wildly, earning herself enough wriggle room to push up again and shove Vanilla Chill off her back. Ria rolled to her knees and grinned at the FAWN original “They’ll know cos my name gonna be ‘Champ’!”
Both women leaped to their feet but it was George who made it there quickest, celebrating by charging headlong at Sanders with one arm cocked. The attempted lariat was either too slow or too telegraphed to catch someone with Kylie’s ring experience off guard though, and the champ was quick to duck to one side and give the charging Brit a little extra shove to send her in the direction of the ropes with even more momentum.
Ria just about managed to spin to avoid a chest-first collusion, only to find Ky diving down at her feet in an attempt to trip her face first. This was avoided at the last possible instant, the dusky-skinned battler managing to leap over the prone Hawkeye. Keeping her momentum, George dashes to the far ropes, intending to return and finally deliver that lariat. But instead she’s dropped on her face as Jasmine Washington reaches in under the ropes and grabs a trailing foot to send her flying.
Immediately J-Dogg backs away, hands up and an expression of innocence on her face as Craig Long comes over to remonstrate. But Sanders is following up on her partner’s timely intervention, powering a swift kick into the side of the grounded Brit’s face, then yanks her up by the hair and drags her around to the ropes. By the time Long has refocused on the action the Champ has one knee pressed down on the back of George’s head, the Brit writhing as her windpipe is compressed by the tape-covered steel cable.
Rope Hung Choke (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ReDYB2rqxlc )
“Get her off the ropes Kylie!” The referee starts his count straightaway, Vanilla Chill waiting until he’s reached a worried-sounding ‘FOUR’ before taking her leg off the gasping Brit’s neck. “Da’ man can’t tell me what to do!” she remonstrated with the red-faced ref, stepping up to him and wagging a finger in his face.
Meanwhile George stays on the ropes, recovering as much of her breath as she can. Her attempts are interrupted by Washington, yet again interfering by hooking around her neck and dragging her throat down onto the rope again! With Sanders keeping the referee distracted J-Dogg is free to continue the choke, Ria’s face rapidly going red as she’s denied oxygen. Only when Long finally disentangles himself from the furious champ does Jasmine finally release her prey.
It doesn’t look like Valeria is able to go anywhere at all right now, slumped on the ropes and making a nasty coughing noise as she tried to refill her lungs. Showing a veteran’s instinct to take advantage, Kylie charges off to the far ropes, returning at speed and jumping into a low-angle Dropkick into the back of the hurting Brit’s head! The purple-clad battler is driven throat-first into the rope once again, adding yet more hurt to that abused windpipe.
With the ‘Unstoppable Girl’ looking pretty well stopped Kylie decides it’s time for a swift end to her night. The elfin blonde tucks in around the larger woman’s waist and lifts up, hauling her to her feet and then up and over. The German Suplex is delivered perfectly, as would be expected of someone with Ky’s experience and amateur pedigree, Ria’s head impacting into the canvas and then her body flopping over into a wet starfish. And Sanders keeps hold of that waistlock, stacking the newbie high and tight on her shoulders as Long drops to count…
German Suplex (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=agzNMHrmbgo )
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Wriggling frantically, George manages to topple herself over to one side, breaking the pin. She doesn’t look to be in great shape though, gasping air and staying down as the Champ rises over her. A big handful of brunette afro is enough for Kylie to yank her prey up to standing.
Before George can set her feet, Kylie transitions to a slick necklock and turns through 180 degrees, forcing the Unstoppable Girl to do the same. With Ria now held in an awkward backwards lean, Vanilla Chill drops to her tush, snapping the taller woman’s neck over her shoulder in the process. Valeria slops over to her front, but only for a second as Sanders shovels her onto her back and covers her with a full body press for…
Hangman’s Neckbreaker (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=meiQ2KOvyjk )
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Glassy-eyed as she is George still finds enough reserves to stay alive, punching one arm off the canvas and rolling to one side to break the pin. Sanders glares up at the referee, holding up three fingers and then giving a little yelp of frustration when he responds with only two. But with J-Dogg shouting her on from ringside she swiftly turns that frustration into more pain for the rookie.
Dragging George back to wobbly legs again, the Hawkeye flicks a boot into her gut to bend her forwards. Or at least that was the plan, but it seemed that Ria was a step ahead, snatching her foot out of the air and yanking it up higher, Ky forced towards an awkward standing split. This leaves her bottoms riding up uncomfortably, the veteran reaching one hand down to cover while the other furiously wags no to the avenging Brit.
Ignoring the champion’s pleas, George cocks one elbow and delivers a big punch right into the captured Iowa native’s jaw. Kylie’s precarious one-legged balance crumbles, ‘Chill’ collapsing in a heap from the blow which George excitably dives on top of. One, two, three more quick forearm smashes are delivered into Sanders’ stunned face before she’s dragged up again, Ria spinning around with her full weight to Irish Whip the champ directly into the nearest turnbuckles!
Sanders has the presence of mind to turn her back but can do nothing to slow the spine-shuddering impact of the lightly-padded steel. And worse is to come as Valeria charges in behind her, leaping off both feet to deliver a huge flying forearm smash which squashes the smaller woman into the corner!
Corner Forearm Smash (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SCFzj9kKnII )
Looking to capitalise on her momentum, Ria is quick to hook around the reeling champ’s neck, only to find her prey suddenly pulled out of her grasp. Glancing down she sees Washington again interfering in her match, this time by grabbing one of her partner’s arms and dragging her out of harm’s way. Kylie slips through the gap in the ropes and drops to the apron, J-Dogg catching her and placing her safely down on woozy legs at ringside.
“Back off Man!” she yells at Craig Long, who’s quickly over to get things back in the ring. Beside her Vanilla Chill seems to be living up to her name, one hand on her forehead while the other leans on her partner for support. As the referee starts counting, there’s no sign of either following his instructions until Sanders hears the sound of fast-approaching footsteps.
Sure enough the Unstoppable Girl is living up to her name, charging off to the far ropes and returning to put one foot on the middle ‘buckle. That’s enough to launch her into the air, turning through a rapid corkscrew before crashing down on her targets. Kylie’s veteran instincts give her enough warning to avoid the meat of the impact, but her partner isn’t so lucky, Washington smashed down under 137lbs of flying Londoner!
Triangle Corkscrew Plancha (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=h3W4DMCQbUE )
The African-American grappler is splattered to the thinly-padded cement under the fearless flyer. Although Sanders takes only a glancing blow, it’s enough to put the platinum pixie on her backside and by the time the Hawkeye pushes to her feet, Ria’s separated herself from the heeled J-Dogg. She draws the diminutive blonde into a tight side headlock, Ria wrenching away on Sanders’ head and neck, keeping a close ear on the official’s growing count.
Forcing Ky to the apron, she shifts her grips to a shoulder strap and the back rim of Kylie’s spandex trunks. With a heave, the champ is back in the ring with a noticeable wedgie, rolling to a stop in the middle, ending in a spreadeagle. George takes a quick glance back at the waylaid Washington and knows she has Kylie to herself for a while, or did if the champ’s prodigal cousin Kristy didn’t ride to the rescue and become Chill’s backup’s backup.
Hopping to the apron, the athletic challenger grasps the uppermost cable and leaps over the top rope, spinning as she does. Instead of landing boot soles to canvas, Ria plants on the inside of the middle rope and immediately soars into an acrobatic backflip, the springboard moonsault landing flush across the ivory abs of her foe. Kylie’s hazel peepers bulge wide, her cheeks bursting forth with an exhale as she jackknifes under the impact.
With the crowd roaring, sensing a title change in the offing, Valeria hooks Sanders’ limp far leg and presses hard and deep into the flaccid frame of the lightweight, getting a…
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Sanders kicks her way to the side where she gasps for air, the splash across her middle having forced nearly all oxygen free of her lungs. Undeterred, the Unstoppable Girl shoves FAWN’s Most Hated to her chest, wraps her left arm across Ky’s throat and bends her right leg after it. When she clasps hands behind Kylie’s noggin, her signature Force Choke is secured. Ria reefs back on the submission, Sanders’ face etched in agony, her neck and back abused relentlessly.
Force Choke (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nGXOxCCig8I )
The ref slides down next to the platinum blonde and demands an answer, warning Ky if she doesn’t respond, it’ll be considered a surrender. The Hawkeye chokes out a raspy ‘no’ in hardly more than a whisper.
Valeria responds with a threat she’s about to pop Kylie’s head off her shoulders or that’s the best guess considering her nearly indecipherable lingo. Still, Sanders musters the effort to roll George to her shoulders with a shift to the left and, with the zebra counting toward three, Valeria’s forced to release her version of the Koji Clutch.
Chill gasps for air, choking it in, neck and face rosy. An increasingly confident challenger crawls to the title holder and grabs Kylie’s head with both hands to regain control. But as she does, Ky’s right hand shoots to Ria’s eyes and Sanders scrapes her nails across. Valeria shrieks in pain, turning away and blindly scrambling to her feet. Cursing as she staggers to the ropes, falling into the rubber-coated steel, the Unstoppable Girl is at the very least blinded for the moment.
The Pleasant Valley Pariah rubs at her throat as she rises, anger growing in her elfin features. When Ria forces away from the strands, rubbing furiously at her peepers to clear them, the Ultimate Opportunist takes the impetus, racing at her larger foe and cutting her in half with a spear that looks to have come from a woman at least George’s size. But it’s the diminutive flaxen-haired scoundrel who plants Valeria into the deck with a picturebook tackle.
Passing on a pin attempt, Sanders pushes wearily to her feet and moves to a standing forward straddle of the leveled Londoner, a boot on either side of the purple-clad bosom of her foe.
“Bytch. I don’t even know your name. But you’re gonna know everything about me, including my shoe size.”
Piece said, Kylie hops into the air and DOUBLE STOMPS Ria’s thinly sheathed jubblies, flattening the flesh to her breastbone, George winces then mewls when Ky grinds her shoe leather into the tenderized tissue. Chill goes rabbit again, STOMPING Ria’s gurls and grinding. She takes a third go, this time landing amidst, the café-au-lait skin of the challenger’s abdomen, driving the air from the Brit.
“Nothing but a welcome mat, gurl,” Kylie assures, her confidence growing.
The delighted Sanders finally breaks contact and circles Valeria menacingly, the Londoner collapsing into a fetal ball for protection.
“Yeah. I think it’s sinkin’ in, gurl. You ain’t got near enough to stop shiverin’ when you face Da Chill.”
Ky sends a boot stomp to Ria’s ribs to crack open the turtle shell, then grabs a wrist and handful of afro to haul the challenger to upright. Sanders tugs a bent George into a tight side headlock and cranks away on the grip, delighting in the soft grunts emanating from her foe and the loud encouragement from J-Dogg.
Playing the little bully, Chill rams a couple right fists up into the chin of the Brit while maintaining control with her left arm. With Valeria’s struggles downgraded, the Hawkeye takes off on a gallop to the ropes in front of her, hauling the bigger grappler along for the ride. Reaching the cables, the platinum-haired pixie launches, her boot soles meeting the top strand. Using the rope as a springboard, she turns both herself and Ria in a flashy u-turn and POUNDS Valeria’s face into the deck when the champ sits out and delivers a springboard bulldog.
Springboard bulldog (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Gp4GBmGknas )
The apparently Stoppable Girl absently rolls to her back, ending in a wide starfish, and Kylie dives on for the three-second ride to victory, another successful defense coming after the…
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George shoves the smaller woman off enough to roll a shoulder from the canvas and stay alive in her effort for gold. Frustrated, Kylie stares daggers at the official.
“I see Da Man is alive and well and tryin’ to screw Chill. Let’s see you stop me when I make her cry out a surrender!”
Kylie shoves the still dazed Londoner to her chest and slides into a backward-facing, kneeling straddle of Valeria’s waist. Raising her right hand and forming in it a claw, some of the former Corps can’t help but shout out “FARM…HAND” in unison from the ole Girl Scout days of yore.
Ky chuckles at the dopes and SINKS her digits into the muscular juncture of gluteus and upper thigh, digging her fingers into the nerve bundle situated at that location. Hammy clamp applied, Ria yelps in pain, her leg quickly spasming under the abuse that only grows more anguish-inducing when Kylie presses her flattened left palm atop her clenching right.
“Give it up, rookie,” the champ demands. “Or you’ll be limping into your next Pay-Per-View…if you ever have one.”
After a few seconds spent fruitlessly trying to grab at the claws invading her flesh, George changed tack, digging her elbows into the canvas and pressing up to get some leverage. A savage pulse on the Farm Hand caused an involuntary wriggle but the rookie steadied herself and gave a powerful lunge forwards, earning herself a precious foot or so of distance towards the ropes. Another big heave had the FAWNatics cheering her home, Ky going along for the ride while keeping her vintage grip locked in. Its only when Ria is almost within touching distance of the ropes that she relents slightly, shifting her grip and standing up to drag the dusky brunette back to centre ring by her leg.
Or at least that was the plan, but Valeria didn’t have any intention of letting herself be dragged, As soon as the pressure lessens, she pushes up on her hands and Mule Kicks backwards with her free leg as hard as she can. The impact is enough to knock Sanders backwards to release her grip, George scrambling away and coming to a seat in one corner, hands massaging at the pain in her posterior with her eyes locked on Chill.
“Sket ting!” she yelled angrily. The only response from the champ was a charge forwards, Ky looking to capitalise while her foe was vulnerable. But this time her veteran instincts betrayed her, George athletically slipping through the ropes at the last second to avoid the onrushing Hawkeye. Sanders ends up running chest-first into the turnbuckles!
Rebounding from the padded steel with a hiss of pain, Chill is temporarily disoriented. Despite the yell of warning from Jasmine at ringside she’s lost track of her opponent, George taking advantage by grabbing the top rope and leaping up. The springboard sends her high into the air, coming down with both feet extended to impact squarely into the FAWN original’s sports bra. Ky is sent flying backwards, coming to a rest near the corner while Ria sits up, her adrenaline not quite covering the fire in her glutes which was started by the Farm Hand and enflamed by her top-rope drop.
Springboard missile dropkick
www.youtube.com/watch?v=6_-yi8Zjl88
Tossing her aches to one side, Valeria powers to her feet and dashes over to the champ. With Kylie only just making her knees, she’s helped the rest of the way to vertical, George grabbing hold of blonde locks to yank her up, then stuffing a quick kneelift into her tummy. With Vanilla Chill mollified, the brunette demonstrates her power, lifting the smaller woman up into sideslam position and then spinning to bring her down HARD across her posted knee. Sanders’ spine bends around the bony joint, dropping to the mat with a wail. George needs no further invitation, pouring herself over the Iowa native and hooking a leg as Long drops to count…
[b[Spinning backbreaker[/b]
www.youtube.com/watch?v=lsfA7d2EIRE
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His hand had almost begun the descent when Sanders reaches one hand up to rake Ria’s eyes, earning an angry yell and a release of the pin. She’s quick to sit up but again not quick enough, George burning adrenaline to pop to her feet while the blonde is still rising.
Before the hated Hawkeye can do anything to counter, she finds herself wrapped up again, this time in a front waistlock. A few clubbing forearms to the back aren’t enough to dissuade George, who simply lifts up and powers forward towards the corner. The result is a sort of spinebuster-spear combo, but the end result is the champ getting mashed into the buckles once again, adding yet more damage to that aching back.
Left on jelly legs, it doesn’t take much for Sanders to give way, dropping to her butt in the corner. J-Dogg quickly sets off around the ring to come to her partner’s aid but isn’t quick enough, as George backs off a few steps and charges forwards. Leaping into an impromptu forward somersault the Londoner crashes back first into Chill, her full weight compressing the smaller woman into the lightly-padded steel!
Unstoppable
www.youtube.com/watch?v=JhsCkDNMHmE
Bouncing back to her feet, the Unstoppable Girl is breathing heavy after her exertions. But as she surveys the sweating blonde wreckage of Kylie Sanders she clearly isn't quite done. The Unstoppable Girl lives up to her name, racing off to the far corner and returning at a dead sprint to deliver a second Cannonball which...
...misses the target. Kylie doesn't look to be moving anywhere under her own steam, but at the last second J-Dogg reaches into the ring and drags her partner out of harm's way. Denied her landing pad, George is left to slam her hurting tailbone into the turnbuckle before collapsing onto her head. The Londoner flops to her front, writhing as if electrified and grasping at her battered spine and glutes.
Washington tries to raise a puddled Sanders and doesn’t find it easy, the first Unstoppable leaving the platinum blonde flaccid, J-Dogg realizing a second would have ended her partner’s reign without a doubt.
Forcing the issue, Wash scoops her arms under those of Kylie, gets Sanders upright, and shoves the limp champ up to the canvas, rolling her in. The Hawkeye ends on her back, staring blankly at the rafters next to the roiling challenger.
“Get yo ass up, Chill,” Jazzy shouts.
The words seem to stiffen the title holder, Ky able to sit up. But Valeria is on her way to vertical as well, making it to all fours, a hand still massaging her lower back. It’s a race to boot soles, Ria making it there a split second before the Pleasant Valley Pariah. Reaching toward the silvery bob atop Ky’s noggin, the Unstoppable Girl’s fingers never make the chopped follicles. Instead, the veteran flashes a toe kick into the café-au-lait-skinned tummy of her challenger.
Doubled at the waist, Valeria can manage little but suck in air, dark eyes bugging, as Kylie slips beside her, wrapping an arm behind the back of her foe while slipping her head under a loose arm of George. Grabbing a handful of spandex on Valeria’s hip, Kylie grunts loudly, the smaller woman putting everything she has into vaulting Ria into the air.
Sanders launches the Londoner, boots quickly pointed to the rafters in a stalled vertical suplex. The Hawkeye doesn’t have the power to hold it long, but she doesn’t have to, turning Valeria toward the ropes and dropping her. The front of Ria’s thighs springboard her off the top cable and Kylie uses the momentum to take her up and over with a slingshot suplex that POUNDS Valeria’s spine into the deck, the mat reverberating with a loud BANG when the Unstoppable Girl hits home.
Slingshot Suplex ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=PBtRhCYwb5A )
A still sluggish Sanders drops across the mewling George, hooking a leg in a lateral press for the…
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Ria shows she’s not ready to give up her fast track from rookie to Intercontinental Champion, shoving a shoulder up before Ky can claim a successful defense.
Sanders glares at the official in disbelief. Flustered and fuming, she slaps the canvas, then WHACKS Ria’s open midriff to use her frustration in a more constructive manner.
Valeria yelps, jackknifing up to a seated position. From there Kylie tugs the challenger up with her, threatening to stop the Unstoppable.
With a wobbly Ria in front of her, the Hawkeye takes a risk, dipping and slipping her braincase between George’s sinewy thighs. Before Valeria can muster a counter and perhaps powerbomb the blonde into next week, Kylie manages to straighten and get the bigger woman off her feet.
With her foe’s head and upper half draping over her shoulders, Kylie sits out and delivers Ria’s forehead and chest to the unforgiving deck with her signature Iowa Waterwheel.
Iowa Waterwheel (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=L78bbjcEtWw )
The crowd groans in sympathy for the splattered George, Ria absently rolling to her back after the fateful impact, casting a glassy gaze to the lights above while a weary but ambulatory Sanders moves to kneel next to Ria’s stems.
Kylie lifts Ria’s right leg and folds it around the back of her neck. Spinning, the crafty FAWN original flips the challenger to her back while moving alongside and capturing the flailing near arm of George, who suddenly seems to realize Ky’s ultimate motive.
The knowledge does her little good when the vicious blonde stomps a boot into the side of Valeria’s jaw, collecting pressure point after pressure point with her infamous Chill Out submission.
Chill Out (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NVtOcOoAjCA ) @ 00:09
The platinum pixie shouts her demands of the howling Ria.
“Give up, bytch. And don’t gimme any a dat doubletalk or I’ll break your arm, back and leg at the same time.”
Ria holds on through a half-dozen seconds, yelping and grimacing in agony under the increasingly painful coercion by the Hawkeye. Finally the futility of her situation takes over and Valeria enthusiastically taps on her own opposite shoulder, bringing the tolling of the bell quickly behind.
The official demands Kylie release the beaten Brit but Sanders remains steadfast in her torture while Jasmine collects her belt and slips into the ring. With her prize in sight and the ref threatening to overturn his decision, Ky relents, tossing away her stretch muffler disdainfully, sending a stomp into the loser after she rises, then accepting her IC title from Wash.
Jasmine raises the left hand of her teammate while Kylie uses her right to lift the title, both Hot and Bothered hovering over the whimpering Valeria as the crowd jeers their most hated. Sanders glances down at Ria.
“Don’t EVER come at me again, rookie,” she growls. “Or you gonna find out how cold Chill can be.”
