Post by EmmaWoods007 on Aug 5, 2018 21:17:42 GMT
A rare moment of quiet was thrown into surprised buzzing when the lights all went out. A cheer rose in their place, as did a the speakers, which provided a wailing chant and a simple two-part palm-powered percussion. Two parts soon became three which became who knows how many when the FAWNatics lent their hands and feet to the effort. The clap-along was about twenty seconds old when the lyrics joined in.
LIGHT 'EM UP:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Z7YM9gAVeMs
Be careful making wishes in the dark, dark
Can't be sure when they've hit their mark
And besides in the mean, mean time
I'm just dreaming of tearing you apart
Spotlights zeroed in on the stage and several points throughout the arena yet the woman in question remained hidden, save for a half dozen identically lissome shadows closing in on the ring.
I'm in the de-details with the devil
So now the world can never get me on my level
I just gotta get you off the cage
I'm a young lover's rage
Gonna need a spark to ignite
Every FAWNatic in the building (and countless more around the world) lent their voices to the incantation that would summon the Blonde with the Iron Fists..
‘MY SONGS KNOW WHAT YOU DID IN THE DAAAAAAAAAAARK…’
‘SO LIGHT ‘EM UP!’
The lights exploded, illuminating Mercy Ellis standing center stage in all her heavy-handed, icy-eyed glory. For tonight’s row with the trollish traitor face of Hot and Bothered she wore midnight black bikini bottoms and matching sports bra, black boots with white shin-guards and a battered pair of MMA-style striker’s gloves. And as was her custom, the blonde’s hair was pulled back in a sleek, swishy ponytail that fell halfway to the small of her back.
MERCY ELLIS:
The lightweight stalwart was more than halfway down the aisle when the Announcer found his words. "Ladies and gentlemen the following contest is scheduled for one fall with a twenty minute time limit and it is for the FAWN Intercontinental Title! Introducing, currently making her way down the aisle, hailing from Cedar Hill Ohio, she stands at five feet four inches tall and weighs in tonight at one hundred and twenty-five pounds, she is the Heartless Wonder, the Assassin, she is… MERCY ELLIS!”
As economical in her movements as ever (especially when there was gold on the line) Ellis didn’t raise so much as a finger to acknowledge the introduction, though she did tip a quick nod in the direction of one that read ‘PUT THE TROLL OUT OF OUR MISERY, MERCY!’. Up the steps by the start of the second chorus, Mercy wiped her boots on the apron, then dipped through the ropes and made her way to the center of the ring. Pivoting to face the hard camera, she tapped her heart twice, then pulled an index finger across her throat to remind the champ of just what waited for her between these ropes.
Eventually Ellis’s anthem faded away only to be replaced by ‘Fancy’, much to the disdain of those assembled.
FANCY:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=O-zpOMYRi0w
“And introducing her opponent, being accompanied to the ring by Jasmine Washington and Kristy Sanders, hailing from Pleasant Valley Iowa, she stands at five feet four inches tall and weighs in at one hundred and twelve pounds. She is the reigning and defending Intercontinental Champion… KYLIE SANDERS!”
KYLIE SANDERS:
JASMINE WASHINGTON:
KRISTY SANDERS:
Chill strode to center stage, with Jasmine and Kristy behind the title holder, the former massaging the champ‘s shoulders. Drawing on echoes of her original gear, Sanders sported a unique, multi-strapped yellow-gold sports bra topside with black boy-cut shorts, black boots and pads. On the FAWNtron behind Hot & Bothered, ‘VANILLA CHILL IN DA HOUSE BYTCHES!’ appeared in ten-foot high, gold letters. Jazzy showed Sanders off, the Nubian beauty raising a wrist of the former fan favorite, the boos falling like a downpour. On the other side, cousin Kristy made a show of buffing the golden faceplate even if it meant a greater chance of seeing some Orlando ugliness reflected therein.
As for the champ herself, she showed the grubby, yammering throng the respect they deserved, which was to say none at all. After a round of whispered conversation and a few glances in Mercy’s direction, the dangerous trio started down the ramp.
Reaching the ring, Sanders dabbed with Jasmine and exchanged a fist bump with Kristy. This show of solidarity disgusted the FAWN faithful, who promptly showered all three ladies with an enthusiastic chant of ‘TROLL! TROLL! TROLL!’ Her good mood immediately dissipated, Kylie flipped off any and everyone within shouting distance, her frenetic pace making it all the more difficult for Jasmine to provide the appropriate ear muffs.
J-Dogg’s support calmed her somewhat, at least enough for Washington to get her up the stairs to the apron, where Kristy sat perched on the middle rope. Managing to get through the strands without breaking her ‘muffs’, Jasmine followed Kylie to center ring, where Chill removed the strap and held it high for Mercy and all the other rejects. “You think you’ve got what it takes to steal this from me? From US?” Kylie sneered at the other blonde while sweeping a hand across the assembled might of Hot & Bothered. “Girl, you and that lame ass karate bullshyt might as well get outta here right now because--” Mercy started forward so Kylie and cohorts started back. “STEP OFF!” Sanders demanded. “STEP OFF RIGHT NOW OR I’LL NOPE ON OUTTA THIS SHYTTY LITTLE TOWN!”
Ellis stopped but didn’t return to her corner until Al Carpenter had shooed Jasmine and Kristy from the ring. “I see Jasmine brought you ear muffs.” Mercy chided from her side of the ring. “Better hope she brought a mouth guard too. Otherwise I’ll have you coughing up teeth before you cough up that gold.”
Patently unimpressed with the challenger despite the half dozen knockout victories she’d racked up in half as many weeks (including that disgusting fluke against Jasmine at that house show in Tallahassee) Kylie strutted out of her corner with the clang of the bell to make sure she claimed the center of the ring well before her blonde opposition. “Yo, I know you’re supposed to be some sorta big deal in a place where the ring’s got four more sides.” Sanders called to Ellis, who had yet to leave her corner. “But you better not bring any of that weak ass kung fu matinee shyt to me otherwise your scrawny little ass is gonna be froze out in Chill Valley sooner rather than later!”
Jasmine and Kristy thought this the gospel truth and they pounded the apron to espouse their support. Mercy on the other hand only beckoned for Al Carpenter to join her in the corner. Intrigued yet cautious about anything regarding the Heartless Wonder, Al strolled over and leaned in close so Ellis could whisper into his ear without taking her eyes off Kylie. The IC champ didn’t much care for this prison yard sort of snitching and she certainly didn’t like the amused little smile that curled the ref’s lips before he answered, “No, not that I know of. And the doc cleared her to wrestle tonight.”
Mercy favored them both with a rather incredulous look, then shrugged and said, “If you say so.” Her hands came up and Ellis started forward only to swing wide right as she closed the gap.
“Yo, you got questions about yours truly, princess?” Sanders sneered as she pivoted with the challenger. “Then call me Wikipedia. Just make sure to leave a donation, otherwise I might have to drop your narrow--”
Mercy whipped around in a circle, her right hand lashing out in Uraken that would’ve splattered Ky’s nose if the Iowan hadn’t jerked her head back at the absolute last second. Catching her balance immediately thereafter, Sanders dropped into a crouch and lunged for Ellis’s waist, meaning to take her to the mat. Her technique was impeccable as always, timing however was a bit more suspect, as evidenced by the way Mercy threw her hips backward to avoid the takedown. Not only that, this miss meant a few rough seconds in a Front Facelock made all the worse by a pair of heavy Kneelifts THWHUMPED into her tummy. It would’ve been three and possibly more beyond that if Sanders hadn’t slapped the other blonde’s knee down, then hooked her around the other thigh and yanked that limb off the canvas in a sort of standing Cradle!
Hooked on tight, Kylie bent her knees and muscled Ellis into the air for a brawny takedown, but Mercy thwarted that with a single elbow spiked between the veteran’s shoulders. Vanilla Chill grunted, returned her burden to terra firma and groaned in displeasure when the challenger strengthened her grip with a Single Underhook on Sanders’s left arm. The combination of this basic pair rendered the champion effectively defenseless for the flurry of high, heavy Kneelifts Ellis thum-thum-thum-THUMPED into her tummy.
Jasmine didn’t much like the way Chilly’s rump thrust out after each of those shots, so she drummed her palms against the apron and called, “Get outta there, Chill! You got this!”
“Yeah, don’t take that shyt, cuz!” Kristy added. “Show her why you’re the cham--YEAH! There ya go!”
Sanders Prime wrapped her free arm around Mercy’s middle, grabbed a handful of waistband and used it to force / charge her adversary into a corner on the far side of the ring. The remaining two-thirds of Hot & Bothered called for a break as clean as it was prompt, Kylie on the other hand used the new arrangement to anchor onto the second strand for a series of sawed off Shoulderblocks that pounded against Mercy’s belly until her butt was practically wedged atop the middle buckle. Only then did she jostle the rubber-coated steel and demand, “Back it off, skank. I’m in the ropes.
“Oh? I hadn’t noticed.” Mercy replied blandly. “Would you like to squeal a little louder? I don’t think Carpenter heard you the first time. Or perhaps you’ll find the courage to escape without needing a whole gang of OOOFFFFHHHH!”
Sanders tromped out of the buckles by several steps only to charge in with her hardest Shoulderblock yet. “Ain’t my abs that feel like a plastic bag filled with Play-Doh, beeyotch.” Ky sounded pleased despite Ellis’s stubborn persistence with the Facelock and Underhook. “Just trying to give your washed up self a chance to start this match with a little dignitUUUNNNGGGHHHH!”
The Assassin slammed a knee into Kylie’s sternum and since the Pleasant Valley Pariah never called for a break, she felt no shame powering her way off the buckles. Soon as they were clear of the corner (or rather the ropes) Ellis twisted around in a half circle, then dipped low and popped off a gorgeous bridge to THWHUMP Sanders flat on her back with a gorgeous Half Hatch Suplex. A knockout artist like Mercy Ellis wasn’t really known for quick pin attempts so it surprised some of the FAWNatics when she pushed onto tiptoe and held the bridge for…
HALF HATCH SUPLEX HOLD:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=QquOjbs-M3A
ONE…
TWO…
Kylie powered a shoulder off the mat in time with Carpenter’s ‘TWO!’ and while it saved her from the count it didn’t free her from the Facelock, which Mercy continued to apply with dogged persistence as both women got to their feet. Feet planted flat to maintain the steadiest base possible, Sanders balled her free hand into a fist and slammed it into Ellis’s ribs just above the point of her hip. “Let go of my head, bytch.” she grunted after a dozen shots drew nothing but more reefing from the challenger.
“I wouldn’t worry about the Facelock,” Mercy opinioned, “in your case cauliflower ears would actually be an improvemEEEERRRGGGGHHH! That’s cheap, Sanders.”
Chill didn’t much give a shyt what Ellis thought, as evidenced by the way she yaaaaaaaaaanked up on the challenger’s wedged bottoms. “What, you don’t like showing off that flat ass?” Sanders sneered. “Then you’re really not gonna like how this endsWHOOAAAHHHRRRGGGHHHH!” Mercy marched them over to the ropes, braced her foot against the middle strand and pushed off to whip around in a half circle that allowed her to cinch both legs around the IC champ’s trim waist.
GUILLOTINE CHOKE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=bp-BWtMLEfw
“C’mon ref, that shyt ain’t legal!” Kristy barked as her cousin was almost bent double by the strength of Ellis’s Guillotine Choke.
“And check her arm!” J-Dogg added. “Bet that bytch is choking her right now!”
Mercy turned her attention to H&B after another long constriction forced Kylie to dip that much lower. “Trust me, if I was choking her she’d already be AAAHHH DAMMUUUNNNGGGHH!”
Kylie hiked up on the wedgie to straighten herself up, which in turn let the champ build up an actual running start before she BWUUUNGED Ellis spine-first into the nearest turnbuckle. The coil on her arm finally slipped away and Kylie rose to her full height just to CRAAACK a hard Bytch Slap off Mercy’s cheek! This was followed by a quick clasp across the back of the challenger’s neck and a low hop that ended with both feet braced against the smooth planks of Ellis’s thighs. Curling in on herself even as gravity pulled them away from the corner, Kylie rolled onto her back and pistoned both legs up to send Mercy up over and DOWN onto her butt with a picture perfect Monkey Flip!
MONKEY FLIP:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=U2rrCBjsvew
“That’s right, people!” Sanders told the mob as she rolled to one knee. “That punk’s little kung fu act isn’t nearly enough to--”
Kylie snarled in irritation when Mercy turned onto her belly and pushed to one knee, the lithesome blonde clearly wincing after the rough landing, but still dead set on wresting away Chilly’s hard earned gold.
With double-barreled support on the outside, the platinum pixie proved she didn’t need any at the moment. Using the raised knee of her blonde counterpart as a platform, Sanders stepped atop the joint with her left foot and swept a wicked Shining Wizard in with her right, the boot CLACKING off Mercy’s left temple and sending Ellis flopping to the opposite shoulder and hip, dark eyes in a daze.
SHINING WIZARD:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=HZkZ2UPLAag
Landing with surprising agility, Kylie raised her arms high, nodding at her cousin and partner knowingly.
“Sloppy bytch doesn’t understand the difference between some run-of-the-mill ticklefight in an octagon and a FAWN title clash,” Ky bellowed to any who wanted to hear and, considering the hatred in her former Corps, most did not.
Kylie moved to a stance next to Ellis, Mercy having rolled to her back. The Pariah genuflected, dropping her right shin across Mercy’s throat.
“Count her out,” Sanders demanded as a bug-eyed Ellis grasped at the Hawkeye’s leg, trying to push it off as her face turned rosy.
The clueless zebra counted to ‘ONE’ before realizing the pin-fall was also a blatant choke and he turned his ‘TWO’ toward Sanders instead of for her. A smirking Ky rose at ‘FOUR’, throwing up her palms in mock innocence to the jeers of the FAWNatics.
“Calm your asses down,” Kylie complained halfheartedly. “She’s one of those MMA losers. She’s used to a good choke.”
Sanders delivered a stomp to the chest of her foe when Mercy got halfway to a seated position, driving her back to horizontal. The Heartless Wonder rolled to her chest and pushed up to all fours only to have Kylie mount her like a prize filly in a forward-facing straddle.
Kylie rose slightly off her seat and DROVE her taut backside into Mercy’s lower spine. Ellis’s backbone bowed but she stubbornly remained on hands and knees, at least until the platinum pixie slammed her derriere down again and flattened her foe to the canvas.
Ending in a crouch above Mercy’s lower vertebrae, Kylie leaned forward, slipping her arms under and around those of the wincing Mercy. Ky laced her fingers behind the former MMA star’s neck and secured a Full Nelson, Ky’s long ago amateur background put to good use. Kylie then leeeeaned back, drawing Mercy’s head and torso off the canvas, reefing back and curling Ellis’ spine in a way it was never meant to bend.
Her Full Nelson Camel Clutch set in its full glory, Ky elicited mewls of pain from her fellow blonde. The muffled groans weren’t nearly enough as far as the Iowan was concerned and the champ demanded Mercy surrender.
Sanders forced Ellis to nod her head with her Nelson grip and cousin Kristy called for the bell from the outside. Thankfully for the Heartless Wonder, the official was not so easily fooled and asked Mercy for a verbal capitulation.
“F*ck no,” came the emphatic reply. “My chiropractor does worse.”
Sanders was not pleased in the least at the insult on her prowess in forcing submissions and the frustration in not being able to complete the task bubbled to the surface, drawing her fingers apart. She sank both sets into the long flaxen locks of her challenger and THUMPED Mercy’s features into the thinly-sheathed plywood, Ellis’s head bouncing off the deck.
Mercy rolled to her side, hands flying to her face, while Kylie remained in a straddle around the Assassin’s waist, not letting her roll free. When Mercy’s hands dropped and she started to shove at the domineering Sanders, the titleholder raised an open right hand and paintbrushed Ellis across the cheek, forcing the former MMAer’s head to pivot.
When it returned, the look of fury on Mercy’s face drew a noticeable gulp from the suddenly wide-eyed Ky. She leveled another slap at the same blushing target but Mercy caught around the wrist before contact was made. Ellis twisted Kylie’s arm, drawing a yelp of pain and worry from Vanilla Chill. But the champ’s left thumb shot toward Mercy’s mug and JABBED into her foe’s right eye, forcing a howl of protest from Ellis and gaining her freedom from the challenger’s grasp.
Look of worry melting instantly, Kylie sent a pointed elbow to Ellis’s forehead to calm the half-blinded challenger. After impact, she spun from a forward straddle to a reverse and collected Mercy’s sinewy legs behind the knees. Kylie leaned back, drawing the lower limbs with her and creating a matchbook out of the plastered Ellis for the…
ONE…
TWO…
Mercy shoved Kylie off forcefully, Sanders flopping forward, barely escaping a Scissors attempt from the challenger that might have turned the match on its head in an instant. Ky scrambled up, spinning to face Mercy, anxiety unmasked. Seeing Ellis was still slowly struggling toward vertical, she regained her composure and stalked into Mercy’s blindspot.
With the Assassin reaching her full height, Kylie jumped her from behind. The Hawkeye wrapped her arms around Mercy’s noggin, pressing her limbs in a knot into Ellis’s carotid and temple, trying to slow the blood flow to her foe’s braincase with a Sleeper while leaping into a Scissors of Mercy’s waist, riding the blonde.
But the challenger didn’t panic. She shifted her body to reach behind her in a Three Quarters Facelock of Sanders. Mercy judo threw Chill over her right shoulder, or tried to, but the Scissors allowed Kylie to ride Ellis to the deck, both women twisting and tumbling. The crowd had something to be happy about with the landing as Mercy sandwiched Ky into the deck, both women landing on their back, but the challenger on top. The Sleeper and Scissors were loosened by the impact and Ellis slithered free of both, spinning to face the mat-bound Sanders.
Mounting Kylie, she bombed away with a rainstorm of punches. Ky got her guard up and intercepted most, but Ellis snuck a few in from the sides that rattled the Hawkeye’s cranium. Sanders thrust her pelvis to knock Mercy off her mount and the champ tried to slide out the back door, squirming between Ellis’ knees.
But the entryway closed at an inopportune time, Mercy managing to settle her glutes back to earth with Kylie’s head directly beneath them. Caught in a forward Face Sit of her own making, Ky’s body spasmed wildly. Mercy clamped down with her legs from the side, bracketing Chill’s temples, the nose of FAWN’s most hated nestled into the tight spandex covering Mercy’s bum.
The platinum pixie pressed her palms to Ellis’s thighs and managed to force her head out from under, emerging breathlessly behind her foe, face glistening from the humidity of capture. Sanders sputtered toward her side in an effort to rise, but Mercy snatched the champ’s left arm and pulled it between an enveloping Scissors, Ellis going for the Cross Armbreaker that would almost certainly secure her victory.
Kylie screeched in agony, flailing, as the crowd roared to its feet in preparation of the transfer of Intercontinental power. But Sanders managed to roll toward Mercy enough to lace her fingers and create a link between the arms to relieve much of the pressure. Ky rotated her frame, desperately reaching her abbreviated legs toward the ropes when a forceful Mercy broke Ky’s fingers free from each other and re-secured her Armbreaker. Chill howled in anguish, pleading with Ellis to let go but not offering an official surrender.
As she cried and thrashed, cousin Kristy reached under the ropes unseen by those in the ring, collected an ankle and draped Kylie’s left leg over the bottom rope. Jasmine shouted at Da Man to recognize and Carpenter finally did, starting a count on Mercy to release her wailing victim.
Well aware that she’d have more time to punish the champion if the official wasn’t constantly hounding her for breaks, Ellis abandoned the Cross Armbreaker at ‘TWO’ on Carpenter’s count. This would’ve been cause for celebration in the Hot & Bothered camp if Mercy had relinquished her hold on Kylie’s wrist as well. Alas, this was not the case, as Ellis maintained her control long enough to fire one, two, three short kicks into the side of Sanders’s noggin, each of them striking her cheek with an unpleasant thud!
“C’MON DAMMIT!” Jasmine bellowed to Al as Mercy got to her feet and draaaaaaaggged Chilly away from the ropes, caveman-style. “THAT SHYT AIN’T LEGAL, ASSHOLE! DQ HER RIGHT GODDAMNED NOW!”
Kristy was a little more direct in her disdain, she simply flipped Carpenter a double bird and held it there for a good fifteen seconds.
Mercy paid attention to none of these histrionics, her eyes were only for Sanders, much as the Iowan might’ve wished otherwise. Dragging Kylie to verticality with a healthy assist from that tenderized arm, the Heartless Wonder stood in front of the other blonde and folded that arm up between her shoulders and held it in place one-handed so she could thread her other hand between Sanders’s thighs. A tawdry handful of blonde backside let Ellis scoop Ky onto her right shoulder while simultaneously earning a loud roar of anticipation from the FAWNatics. Jerking up on the Hammerlock to make sure Kylie and her flunkies knew the situation was dire, Mercy turned to face Washington and Sanders part Deux and said, “Keep you distance, children. Or I’ll break you when I’m done with her.”
Such a threat didn’t sit well with either woman, but their encroachment on the squared circle came to an abrupt end when the Assassin went up on tiptoe and dropped to one knee thus driving the bony joint into Sanders’s exposed left shoulder. Ky shouted in surprised hurt, tried to squirm loose and ultimately remained glued in place all thanks to that damned Hammerlock. Not quite done with this particular display of force, Mercy rose to her full height and went onto tiptoe again, only this time she slung Sanders straight to the deck with a heavy Body Slam that deposited every bit of the blonde’s hundred and twenty-plus pounds atop her bent left arm!
HAMMERLOCK SHOULDERBREAKER & BODY SLAM:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=wcwp4cpxNng
Kylie wailed, sat up and rolled to one knee almost at once, her wherewithal apparently surprising to the challenger, as she withdrew a hand that’d been aimed at the Iowan’s platinum locks. This reprieve proved brief however, as Mercy recalculated her vectors to focus on that left arm once again. Yanking it away from Sanders’s body to hold it snug across her own midsection, Ellis curled her free arm around Kylie’s left bicep and laid out on her back to THWHUMP the Pleasant Valley Pariah flat on her face courtesy of a Single Arm DDT that also played hell on that tweaked shoulder.
SINGLE ARM DDT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=6B6N3spRLdY
The maneuver was no one’s idea of flashy, yet it left Kylie prostrate on the mat, so Mercy shot the Half Nelson and rolled her over into a Crossbody complete with a forearm grrrrrrrrriiiiiinding against the champion’s jaw. Al swooped into place while the crowd leapt to their feet and Hot & Bothered jumped onto the apron…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
Kylie got a shoulder up with half a second remaining, thus negating Kristy’s expedition through the strands. Noting the Real Freakin’ Deal’s incursion with nothing more than a slight frown, Ellis said, “We’ve got rats, Carpenter. Want to do something about it?”
Al turned just as Kristy pulled back through the ropes and dropped to the floor. “HEY!” he barked. “I see either of you on the apron one more time, I’ll throw you both back to the locker room, get it!?”
Jasmine and Kristy proclaimed their innocence at top volume, a show of contrition that was good enough for Carpenter, but not Mercy Ellis. Sensing the possibility of a teachable moment, the Heartless Wonder let Kylie struggle to all fours before she moved over and stepped on the fingers of Sanders’s left hand!
“AAAAAAHHHHHH! GODDAMMIT YOU MEAN BYTCH, GET OFFA ME!” Kylie wailed as the other blonde grrrrrrrroooound down on her hapless fingers.
“Pipe down.” Ellis answered without fanfare. “This isn’t about you. It’s about your entourage.” She turned to J-Dogg and favored her with a malicious smile. “New rule, losers. Stay off the apron or I stomp your girl’s arm. Are we clear?”
Washington grabbed the bottom rope but it was Kristy who sprang onto that narrow canvas ledge. “Don’t ever threaten us, bytch! That’s a good way to--” Her rejoinder was broken by a tortured shriek as Mercy STAMPED on the champ’s bicep, just as she’d promised.
COCKROACH STOMP:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Bf4sgAa4xRg
Once upon a time such callous treatment of the FAWN original would’ve required Mercy Ellis to leave the building under guard from private security. That the same tactic now earned one of the loudest pops of the night was just more evidence of how far the Pleasant Valley Pariah had fallen.
On the outside Kristy looked ready to chew glass, but Jasmine laid a hand on her shoulder when she made a move toward the squared circle. “We’re clear, honey.” she cooed. “But just know, you end up out here? Imma mess up that snotty little face of yours.”
Ellis batted her eyes in a way that said ‘I’d love to see you try’, then turned her attention to Kylie, who still clutched that mangled arm against her chest. Sanders sensed her approach and rolled to her belly to keep the arm protected, however this meant Mercy’s actual target was left unprotected, as the Iowan discovered when Ellis laid claim to her left ankle. Folding Ky’s leg so the sole of her boot was pointed at the rafters, Mercy planted her left foot on the other blonde’s left thigh and dropped to one knee. It was an awkward position, albeit not exactly painful, so those assembled were rather surprised when she pushed up on her good arm and started dragging their combined weight toward the ropes.
Pleased by this reaction, Ellis snatched the back of Kylie’s sports-bra and pulled, slowing her progress somewhat. “Give me your left arm, sweetie. I’ll straighten it out for you.”
Kylie shook her head ‘no’ and resumed the slow crawl to freedom. “Not on your life, bytch. Might as well just let me go right NNNNGGHHH!”
The Assassin THWHUMPED a huge Elbow Smash against the side of Kylie’s skull, forcing the IC champ to cover up for a moment. “I want that arm, Sanders.” Mercy explained. “And I’ll knock you out to get it.”
Kylie had no doubt that this was true, yet she wasn’t about to give up her left arm without a helluva fight, so she covered up as best she could and resumed inching her way across the mat. Mercy sighed, shook her head, then formed her left hand into a fist and slammed it down onto Sanders’s left shoulder! Ky shrieked something unprintable and instinctively rolled her shoulder to relieve the worst of the ache. That’s when Ellis grabbed hold of her arm and yanked it out into the open just to fold it between her shoulders with the strongest Hammerlock yet.
“Always heard stories about how tough you were. Even Anciline was impressed, and that’s not easy.” Mercy murmured as she tried to give Kylie an extra elbow. “So I want to see it for myself before I put you to sleep.”
Jaw clenched against the damnable torque in her arm, Sanders gouged her right elbow into the mat and draaaaaaaagged herself forward. “Yuuuhhhh…. you’re the one going to sleep… Ellis.” she rasped. “Right before they announce me as the reigning and defending Intercontinental Champion.”
Mercy’s response was another sharp pull, so Ky held her tongue and focused on the ropes. The ‘TAP, TROLL TAP!’ chants got louder by the second, but Sanders only focused on the strands and her friends, who’d circled around to that side of the ringside aisle to offer their strident support. After what seemed like a lifetime, the Pernicious Pixie grabbed hold of the bottom rope and huffed, “Break. Now get the hell offa--”
Mercy released in a flash, hooking one hand into Sanders’s hair while the other went for her chin. Refusing to give up her lifeline, Ky twisted around onto her bum and jabbed the thumb of her bad left hand into the challenger’s eye! Caught off guard by the snake-quick counter, Ellis wasn’t aware of the hand on her waistband until Sanders tugged forward and dumped her between the top and middle ropes!
Launching to her feet, Ky got in Carpenter’s face, shoving her mauled hand into the ref’s mug.
“Look what she did to me,” Sanders demands, making it hard for the man to do anything else while turning him away from the ejected Ellis so he could get a ‘better look’.
The wolves pounced, both Kristy and Jasmine stomping away on the vulnerable blonde. With the challenger tenderized, ebony and ivory grabbed a wrist and hauled the ‘mudholed’ Mercy to her feet. Kylie’s back-up heaved Ellis with a double whip down the length of the ring. Mercy turned and CRASHED into the side of the steel ring steps, knocking them off kilter and doing the same to the alignment of her backbone. She skidded down the metal edifice with an anguished grimace, pooling below the corner post.
Jasmine called Kristy to head for the opposite side to stay undercover while Kylie fought to maintain Al’s attention, but the Real Deal sprinted to her target and lifted a Big Boot that sickeningly sandwiched Mercy’s cranium back into the steel, the steps CLANGING from the despicable act.
The sound drew Carpenter’s eyes, but Sanders Part Deux had backed away far enough to at least feign innocence. The screams from the FAWNatics of her guilt were met with a shrug, Al unable to call what he didn’t see and so unable to banish Kylie’s kin from ringside.
With the Assassin teetering on the edge of unconsciousness, Chill was confident enough in the work of her comrades to exit the confines and collected the jellied Mercy. Ky pulled her up and shoved her under the ropes, wanting to show the world how a former MMA star cried for mercy, pun intended, rather than sleeping off a count-out loss outside it.
Quickly joining the challenger, Kylie reached Ellis with Mercy pushing off her chest to all fours. She mounted Ellis in a forward-facing straddle and drove her back to the mat with a perfectly placed butt strike to the lower spine. With her foe flattened beneath her, Sanders lowered into a crouch and reached forward, strapping on a Crossface grip to the former octagon inhabitant. Kylie roughly worked head, neck and spine, reefing back on Mercy’s braincase while also twisting it to the side.
“Give it up, bytch,” Kylie demanded. “I’ll put you in the hospital.”
Al dutifully asked Ellis if she wanted to surrender but was not surprised when she grunted back a ‘no’, Mercy having been under more professional MMA grips.
Growing frustrated at Mercy’s refusal and her slow slither to the safety of the ropes, Chill changed her grip to her foe’s golden locks, SLAMMING Mercy’s face into the deck. The resulting disorientation gave Kylie the shot to spin 180 degrees in her straddle and raise a clenched right palm high.
The Pavlovian response of former Corps members overwhelmed a significant portion of the crowd and they shouted out “FARM…HAND”.
Sanders sank her digits DEEP into the flesh at the juncture of Mercy’s left leg and glute. Driving her fingers into the nerve bundle there, Ky elicited a fluttering lower lip from the challenger and a mewl of pain, Mercy covering as best she could. Kylie’s expert Hammy Clamp burrowed deeper, sending Ellis’ leg into spasm and making Mercy’s dark eyes well.
“Nuhh…uh,” Ellis mumbled, shaking her head, knowing Carpenter’s question was on the way. “Ahhhgaawwd” followed however and Al asked anyway. “NO. I SAID,” Mercy added firmly as she dragged her way toward the cables. Kylie continued to dig in on the slow trip to freedom, finally giving up when her foe’s fingertips tickled the ropes.
Sanders hopped to her feet and grabbed Al by his collar, twisting him away from Mercy.
“She tapped. Is Da Man telling you to be blind AND deaf?”
While Kylie interrogated Carpenter, Jasmine hustled to Ellis and pulled her head outside the ropes with dual handfuls of flaxen mane. The Badass from Hotlanta forced Mercy’s throat across the bottom rope, Ellis gagging, her face flushing. As her arms flailed, the crowd jeered loudly at the chicanery and the veteran Carpenter turned back to find Jasmine’s hands high, Washington leaning against the metal barrier several feet from the ring’s edge.
“What? Are you profiling me?” Wash asks accusingly.
Uninterested in the conversation, Ky snatched an ankle and pulled Mercy from the ropes then tugged Ellis to her feet by a shoulder and wrist. The champ sent a Toe Kick deep into Mercy’s gut, doubling her over. Showing she could get all MMA on Ellis, Ky sent a Kneelift flurry into Mercy’s lowered noggin with her Pleasant Valley Sunday, renamed for Chilly Valley of course.
With a staggered and obviously hard-headed Assassin sill upright, Kylie turned and headed for the ropes. Rebounding, she raced at her target and dropped to her knees as she approached, sliding by and delivering a vicious punch to the gut that had Mercy bent and gasping for air, dark eyes bugging.
Before she stopped, Ky popped to her feet. She traveled to the cables behind the battered blonde, rebounded, and raced past the former MMA star. Hitting the strands in front of Mercy, Kylie revved to one gear short of Shea/Domi speed and lowered a shoulder on approach, SPEARING the holy hell out of the challenger, laying Mercy out in a motionless spread-eagle.
A little rattled by the massive collision herself, Ky was slow to cover, but got there with Kristy and Jasmine’s insistent urging. She threw her body across that of Ellis, hooking a leg for good measure and getting the…
ONE…
TWO…
Mercy acted as if she’s received 10,000 volts and spasmed free of the predicament, ending on her side. A startled Kylie looked at her cohorts with wide eyes, clearly unnerved the third count was still far enough away she couldn’t even argue.
The platinum pixie regained her composure and, kneeling next to the stirring challenger, ran a thumb across her throat. Plucking Mercy’s right leg off the canvas, Kylie slipped behind Ellis, thrusting the back of her neck and shoulders into the pit of Ellis’s knee, while moving her arms to encircle the limb on either side.
The FAWNatics nervously pleaded with Ellis to counter and avoid the Chill Out finisher.
As Sanders moved toward completing the maneuver, Ellis violently rolled through and sent the diminutive Vanilla Chill somersaulting out of the submission, contact broken. With the momentum provided, Ky skipped to vertical, turned and immediately charged.
But Mercy was on her back and shot her left leg at the right knee of the approaching Sanders. The impact drew a yelp from the champ and she genuflected. Grimacing and grasping at her joint, Kylie couldn’t prevent a flashing side kick from cracking into her temple. Hazel eyes glassy, the Hawkeye somehow remained kneeling if on her haunches.
Crunching her tanned tummy, Mercy ascended enough to snatch a wrist and tug Kylie toward her lap, lower limbs ready to wrap and secure a Triangle Choke and send the IC titleholder to submission or to sleep.
TRIANGLE CHOKE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=usJdI845HtM
As startled as their leader, Jasmine and Kristy stood frozen on the outside for a good five seconds after Ellis crossed her ankles and craaaaaaaaaanked her hips off the canvas. It wasn’t until Carpenter asked for the champ’s surrender that J-Dogg shook it off and slammed both hands on the apron. “GET OUTTA THERE, CHILL! STACK THAT BYTCH UP, SHE AIN’T TOUGHER THAN YOU!”
In the ring Mercy laced her hands behind Sanders’s head and jerked forward, forcing the point of the other blonde’s chin against the fork of her crotch. “Tap out, Sanders.” Ellis grunted in response to the ineffectual slaps and punches Kylie laid against her left flank. “Unless you want to be asleep when I snap that title around my--”
The Pleasant Valley Pariah planted her knees and scooted forward until the Heartless Wonder was pinned high and tight on the back of her head and shoulders. Planting as much of her weight on Mercy’s tush as she could manage, Sanders growled in triumph as Carpenter counted the…
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO!
Mercy twisted to one side and popped her hips in the same motion to break the cover with the Triangle still intact! Punishing the IC champ with another violent constriction, Ellis trapped Kylie’s flailing left arm in the crook of her left elbow so she could hunch forward to unleash a flurry of short, savage Elbow Smashes to the Pernicious Pixie’s platinum pate! Increasingly disoriented from the pressure of Mercy’s thighs and down an arm thanks to that damned coil, Sanders couldn’t defend against three out of five shots, though the frantic scuttling of her legs was enough to keep Al from awarding the challenger a stoppage. “What do you say, Ky?” he barked. “Answer me girl, can you continue?”
Kylie grunted and flicked him the bird, a show of defiance which meant another nasty elbow between the eyes. “I hope you’re willing to bleed to keep that belt, honey.” Mercy grunted between shots. “Because I’ll bleed you to take it!”
Down on the outside, Kristy and Jasmine were more than living up to the Hot & Bothered Moniker as the former continued to scream encouragement while the latter searched for any sort of escape hatch. Inspiration struck so swiftly that Washington actually snapped her fingers with delight. This detail went unobserved by most, as the arena abruptly erupted into a chorus of boos. Jasmine looked up at once, expecting to see Kylie with an ankle draped over the bottom rope. Instead she saw Kristy raining down punches on Mercy in full view of Al Carpenter. The ref didn’t even bother with a warning, he simply threw a signal at the Timekeeper, then wrapped an arm around Sanders’s waist and hauled her away from the dazed challenger.
“Dammit girl, what the hell’re you thinking?” Jasmine muttered to herself even as she dove under the bottom rope.
She’d just reached her feet when the Announcer confirmed, “Ladies and gentlemen, your winner via disqualification is Mercy Ellis! However, as the title cannot change hands on a count out or disqualification, Kylie Sanders is still the Intercontinental Champion.”
With Kylie curled up on one side and Kristy arguing with Carpenter, Jasmine stormed over to Mercy and peeled her off the mat with a double handful of hair. “This ain’t how I wanted it to go down.” she sneered at the stunned Assassin. “But I’m still gonna enjoy what happens next.” Doubling over, Washington wedged her head between Ellis’s thighs and cupped her calves in both hands so she could straighten up with the blonde draped down her southern slope like a backpack. Dazed though she was, Mercy cinched her arms around Jasmine’s waist in hopes of stopping whatever came next, unfortunately her efforts came to naught as J-Dogg went up on tiptoe and dropped to her knees to THWONK the crown of Mercy’s skull into the mat with her Ass Backwards Driver!
ASS BACKWARDS DRIVER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=slN0_8QaRuI
Carpenter saw this, protested loudly and tried to get around Kristy only for Sanders part Deux to waffle him across the back of the head with a huge Forearm Smash! The referee went down on all fours but still might’ve made a difference in what came next if Kristy and Jasmine hadn’t grabbed him by belt and shoulder and bum-rushed him over the middle rope to the floor. With the squared circle thus cleared of striped obstructions, Jasmine snatched the IC strap from a goggle-eyed FAWN tech and stomped over to Kylie, who’d made it to her knees during the fracas. “Here’s your gold, champ.”
The Pleasant Valley Pariah snatched it away and hurried to her feet, though her hazel eyes never left Mercy. “Get her up.” she ordered once the belt was snapped in place around her waist. “We need to show that piece of crap what happens when you cross Hot & Bothered.”
“Goddamned right.” Kristy sneered as she sneered en route to claiming the downed blonde’s left arm. Jasmine joined her immediately thereafter, the aggressive duo hauling Ellis to her feet just to make her kneel before the incensed champion. Wrenching Mercy’s head back with a huge handful of hair, Ky stepped up and forced the shiny plate against her face. “You spat on my title once before, beeyotch.” the champ hissed. “Now I’m returning the favor.” she pursed her lips and spat on Ellis’s forehead, much to H&B’s delight and the crowd’s disdain.
Mercy bared her teeth and tried to rise, but she remained penitent until Jasmine and Kristy hauled her up on Kylie’s command. “You wanted to know if I’d bleed for this title, Ellis?” Sanders teased as she undid the IC strap. “What you should really be asking is just how much this title is going to make YOU bl--”
A roar from the crowd spun Kylie around on her six just in time to watch the long, lanky form of Harley Jo Collins dive under the bottom rope. The Pleasant Valley Pariah bailed to the right without so much as a word which meant Kristy and Jasmine had to drop their Heartless bundle to-- THWHACK! Collins exploded out of a dead stop to almost take Washington’s head off her shoulders with a Big Boot that put J-Dogg flat on her back.
Left alone with fair odds much quicker than she would’ve liked, Sanders Part Deux rounded on Harley Jo and hissed, “Big mistake, opossum breath. I already f*cked you up once, I’m happy to do it WHOOOAAAAHHHH!”
Mercy Ellis surged off her knees, muscling Kristy across her shoulders in a Fireman’s Carry. Turning so that her left shoulder (and the crown of Sanders’s skull) was pointed at the Tennessee Terror, Mercy said, “Hold, please.” then slung the Minnesota Mauler off her perch and brought that left knee rocketing up to THWHUNK Kristy between the eyes!
MERCY KILLING:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=noXhSwtXNdQ
Flat-footed and glassy eyed after the Mercy Killing, Sanders offered no complaint when the Assassin palmed the back of her noggin and slung her at Harley Jo. Collins welcomed her in with a singularly spiteful Toe Kick that doubled Kristy over and made her an easy target for the Double Underhook. Hands locked, HJC muscled Sanders upside down and held her there for several seconds to make sure Kylie got a good long look. Point made, Harley Jo swung Kristy forward and laid out on her back while simultaneously bringing both knees to chest level to ensure the worst possible landing. Lungs blown to smithereens in a single loud ‘UUUUUNNNGGGHHH!’ Kristy bounced away from the Ace of Spades to land flat on her back in a semiconscious starfish.
ACE OF SPADES:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=jxJ-NXLB1tM
Getting to her feet as Kylie eased under the bottom rope to draaaaaaaag Jasmine to safety, Harley walked to the edge of the ropes and leaned her elbows on the top strand. “Where ya goin’, sugar?” the big brunette drawled. “Don’t you wanna stay and play with Mercy n’ me?”
Ellis stomped up beside her, set a hip on the middle rope and pushed down to invite her back inside. “C’mon Sanders. Wake up your attack bytch and see how long you can last.”
Kylie shifted her weight for a better grip on Jasmine, who was only starting to clear her head. “You two shytbirds can kiss my ass.” the blonde growled. “And don’t think you’re going to get away with this. You’re going to wish you’d never set foot in the ring with us.”
“You’re gonna wish for a lot more than that when I get my hands on you, sugar.” Collins purred. “That is if Mercy doesn’t find you first.”
“Better pray I don’t.” the Heartless Wonder added.
Kylie started to say something but a swarm of referees appeared from the back to tend to the fallen and keep the competitors apart. Safely separated by a roiling black & white sea, the Pleasant Valley Pariah backed her way up the ramp spitting curses and threats at the mismatched pair who’d dared step forward to challenge her stranglehold on IC gold.
LIGHT 'EM UP:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Z7YM9gAVeMs
Be careful making wishes in the dark, dark
Can't be sure when they've hit their mark
And besides in the mean, mean time
I'm just dreaming of tearing you apart
Spotlights zeroed in on the stage and several points throughout the arena yet the woman in question remained hidden, save for a half dozen identically lissome shadows closing in on the ring.
I'm in the de-details with the devil
So now the world can never get me on my level
I just gotta get you off the cage
I'm a young lover's rage
Gonna need a spark to ignite
Every FAWNatic in the building (and countless more around the world) lent their voices to the incantation that would summon the Blonde with the Iron Fists..
‘MY SONGS KNOW WHAT YOU DID IN THE DAAAAAAAAAAARK…’
‘SO LIGHT ‘EM UP!’
The lights exploded, illuminating Mercy Ellis standing center stage in all her heavy-handed, icy-eyed glory. For tonight’s row with the trollish traitor face of Hot and Bothered she wore midnight black bikini bottoms and matching sports bra, black boots with white shin-guards and a battered pair of MMA-style striker’s gloves. And as was her custom, the blonde’s hair was pulled back in a sleek, swishy ponytail that fell halfway to the small of her back.
MERCY ELLIS:
The lightweight stalwart was more than halfway down the aisle when the Announcer found his words. "Ladies and gentlemen the following contest is scheduled for one fall with a twenty minute time limit and it is for the FAWN Intercontinental Title! Introducing, currently making her way down the aisle, hailing from Cedar Hill Ohio, she stands at five feet four inches tall and weighs in tonight at one hundred and twenty-five pounds, she is the Heartless Wonder, the Assassin, she is… MERCY ELLIS!”
As economical in her movements as ever (especially when there was gold on the line) Ellis didn’t raise so much as a finger to acknowledge the introduction, though she did tip a quick nod in the direction of one that read ‘PUT THE TROLL OUT OF OUR MISERY, MERCY!’. Up the steps by the start of the second chorus, Mercy wiped her boots on the apron, then dipped through the ropes and made her way to the center of the ring. Pivoting to face the hard camera, she tapped her heart twice, then pulled an index finger across her throat to remind the champ of just what waited for her between these ropes.
Eventually Ellis’s anthem faded away only to be replaced by ‘Fancy’, much to the disdain of those assembled.
FANCY:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=O-zpOMYRi0w
“And introducing her opponent, being accompanied to the ring by Jasmine Washington and Kristy Sanders, hailing from Pleasant Valley Iowa, she stands at five feet four inches tall and weighs in at one hundred and twelve pounds. She is the reigning and defending Intercontinental Champion… KYLIE SANDERS!”
KYLIE SANDERS:
JASMINE WASHINGTON:
KRISTY SANDERS:
Chill strode to center stage, with Jasmine and Kristy behind the title holder, the former massaging the champ‘s shoulders. Drawing on echoes of her original gear, Sanders sported a unique, multi-strapped yellow-gold sports bra topside with black boy-cut shorts, black boots and pads. On the FAWNtron behind Hot & Bothered, ‘VANILLA CHILL IN DA HOUSE BYTCHES!’ appeared in ten-foot high, gold letters. Jazzy showed Sanders off, the Nubian beauty raising a wrist of the former fan favorite, the boos falling like a downpour. On the other side, cousin Kristy made a show of buffing the golden faceplate even if it meant a greater chance of seeing some Orlando ugliness reflected therein.
As for the champ herself, she showed the grubby, yammering throng the respect they deserved, which was to say none at all. After a round of whispered conversation and a few glances in Mercy’s direction, the dangerous trio started down the ramp.
Reaching the ring, Sanders dabbed with Jasmine and exchanged a fist bump with Kristy. This show of solidarity disgusted the FAWN faithful, who promptly showered all three ladies with an enthusiastic chant of ‘TROLL! TROLL! TROLL!’ Her good mood immediately dissipated, Kylie flipped off any and everyone within shouting distance, her frenetic pace making it all the more difficult for Jasmine to provide the appropriate ear muffs.
J-Dogg’s support calmed her somewhat, at least enough for Washington to get her up the stairs to the apron, where Kristy sat perched on the middle rope. Managing to get through the strands without breaking her ‘muffs’, Jasmine followed Kylie to center ring, where Chill removed the strap and held it high for Mercy and all the other rejects. “You think you’ve got what it takes to steal this from me? From US?” Kylie sneered at the other blonde while sweeping a hand across the assembled might of Hot & Bothered. “Girl, you and that lame ass karate bullshyt might as well get outta here right now because--” Mercy started forward so Kylie and cohorts started back. “STEP OFF!” Sanders demanded. “STEP OFF RIGHT NOW OR I’LL NOPE ON OUTTA THIS SHYTTY LITTLE TOWN!”
Ellis stopped but didn’t return to her corner until Al Carpenter had shooed Jasmine and Kristy from the ring. “I see Jasmine brought you ear muffs.” Mercy chided from her side of the ring. “Better hope she brought a mouth guard too. Otherwise I’ll have you coughing up teeth before you cough up that gold.”
Patently unimpressed with the challenger despite the half dozen knockout victories she’d racked up in half as many weeks (including that disgusting fluke against Jasmine at that house show in Tallahassee) Kylie strutted out of her corner with the clang of the bell to make sure she claimed the center of the ring well before her blonde opposition. “Yo, I know you’re supposed to be some sorta big deal in a place where the ring’s got four more sides.” Sanders called to Ellis, who had yet to leave her corner. “But you better not bring any of that weak ass kung fu matinee shyt to me otherwise your scrawny little ass is gonna be froze out in Chill Valley sooner rather than later!”
Jasmine and Kristy thought this the gospel truth and they pounded the apron to espouse their support. Mercy on the other hand only beckoned for Al Carpenter to join her in the corner. Intrigued yet cautious about anything regarding the Heartless Wonder, Al strolled over and leaned in close so Ellis could whisper into his ear without taking her eyes off Kylie. The IC champ didn’t much care for this prison yard sort of snitching and she certainly didn’t like the amused little smile that curled the ref’s lips before he answered, “No, not that I know of. And the doc cleared her to wrestle tonight.”
Mercy favored them both with a rather incredulous look, then shrugged and said, “If you say so.” Her hands came up and Ellis started forward only to swing wide right as she closed the gap.
“Yo, you got questions about yours truly, princess?” Sanders sneered as she pivoted with the challenger. “Then call me Wikipedia. Just make sure to leave a donation, otherwise I might have to drop your narrow--”
Mercy whipped around in a circle, her right hand lashing out in Uraken that would’ve splattered Ky’s nose if the Iowan hadn’t jerked her head back at the absolute last second. Catching her balance immediately thereafter, Sanders dropped into a crouch and lunged for Ellis’s waist, meaning to take her to the mat. Her technique was impeccable as always, timing however was a bit more suspect, as evidenced by the way Mercy threw her hips backward to avoid the takedown. Not only that, this miss meant a few rough seconds in a Front Facelock made all the worse by a pair of heavy Kneelifts THWHUMPED into her tummy. It would’ve been three and possibly more beyond that if Sanders hadn’t slapped the other blonde’s knee down, then hooked her around the other thigh and yanked that limb off the canvas in a sort of standing Cradle!
Hooked on tight, Kylie bent her knees and muscled Ellis into the air for a brawny takedown, but Mercy thwarted that with a single elbow spiked between the veteran’s shoulders. Vanilla Chill grunted, returned her burden to terra firma and groaned in displeasure when the challenger strengthened her grip with a Single Underhook on Sanders’s left arm. The combination of this basic pair rendered the champion effectively defenseless for the flurry of high, heavy Kneelifts Ellis thum-thum-thum-THUMPED into her tummy.
Jasmine didn’t much like the way Chilly’s rump thrust out after each of those shots, so she drummed her palms against the apron and called, “Get outta there, Chill! You got this!”
“Yeah, don’t take that shyt, cuz!” Kristy added. “Show her why you’re the cham--YEAH! There ya go!”
Sanders Prime wrapped her free arm around Mercy’s middle, grabbed a handful of waistband and used it to force / charge her adversary into a corner on the far side of the ring. The remaining two-thirds of Hot & Bothered called for a break as clean as it was prompt, Kylie on the other hand used the new arrangement to anchor onto the second strand for a series of sawed off Shoulderblocks that pounded against Mercy’s belly until her butt was practically wedged atop the middle buckle. Only then did she jostle the rubber-coated steel and demand, “Back it off, skank. I’m in the ropes.
“Oh? I hadn’t noticed.” Mercy replied blandly. “Would you like to squeal a little louder? I don’t think Carpenter heard you the first time. Or perhaps you’ll find the courage to escape without needing a whole gang of OOOFFFFHHHH!”
Sanders tromped out of the buckles by several steps only to charge in with her hardest Shoulderblock yet. “Ain’t my abs that feel like a plastic bag filled with Play-Doh, beeyotch.” Ky sounded pleased despite Ellis’s stubborn persistence with the Facelock and Underhook. “Just trying to give your washed up self a chance to start this match with a little dignitUUUNNNGGGHHHH!”
The Assassin slammed a knee into Kylie’s sternum and since the Pleasant Valley Pariah never called for a break, she felt no shame powering her way off the buckles. Soon as they were clear of the corner (or rather the ropes) Ellis twisted around in a half circle, then dipped low and popped off a gorgeous bridge to THWHUMP Sanders flat on her back with a gorgeous Half Hatch Suplex. A knockout artist like Mercy Ellis wasn’t really known for quick pin attempts so it surprised some of the FAWNatics when she pushed onto tiptoe and held the bridge for…
HALF HATCH SUPLEX HOLD:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=QquOjbs-M3A
ONE…
TWO…
Kylie powered a shoulder off the mat in time with Carpenter’s ‘TWO!’ and while it saved her from the count it didn’t free her from the Facelock, which Mercy continued to apply with dogged persistence as both women got to their feet. Feet planted flat to maintain the steadiest base possible, Sanders balled her free hand into a fist and slammed it into Ellis’s ribs just above the point of her hip. “Let go of my head, bytch.” she grunted after a dozen shots drew nothing but more reefing from the challenger.
“I wouldn’t worry about the Facelock,” Mercy opinioned, “in your case cauliflower ears would actually be an improvemEEEERRRGGGGHHH! That’s cheap, Sanders.”
Chill didn’t much give a shyt what Ellis thought, as evidenced by the way she yaaaaaaaaaanked up on the challenger’s wedged bottoms. “What, you don’t like showing off that flat ass?” Sanders sneered. “Then you’re really not gonna like how this endsWHOOAAAHHHRRRGGGHHHH!” Mercy marched them over to the ropes, braced her foot against the middle strand and pushed off to whip around in a half circle that allowed her to cinch both legs around the IC champ’s trim waist.
GUILLOTINE CHOKE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=bp-BWtMLEfw
“C’mon ref, that shyt ain’t legal!” Kristy barked as her cousin was almost bent double by the strength of Ellis’s Guillotine Choke.
“And check her arm!” J-Dogg added. “Bet that bytch is choking her right now!”
Mercy turned her attention to H&B after another long constriction forced Kylie to dip that much lower. “Trust me, if I was choking her she’d already be AAAHHH DAMMUUUNNNGGGHH!”
Kylie hiked up on the wedgie to straighten herself up, which in turn let the champ build up an actual running start before she BWUUUNGED Ellis spine-first into the nearest turnbuckle. The coil on her arm finally slipped away and Kylie rose to her full height just to CRAAACK a hard Bytch Slap off Mercy’s cheek! This was followed by a quick clasp across the back of the challenger’s neck and a low hop that ended with both feet braced against the smooth planks of Ellis’s thighs. Curling in on herself even as gravity pulled them away from the corner, Kylie rolled onto her back and pistoned both legs up to send Mercy up over and DOWN onto her butt with a picture perfect Monkey Flip!
MONKEY FLIP:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=U2rrCBjsvew
“That’s right, people!” Sanders told the mob as she rolled to one knee. “That punk’s little kung fu act isn’t nearly enough to--”
Kylie snarled in irritation when Mercy turned onto her belly and pushed to one knee, the lithesome blonde clearly wincing after the rough landing, but still dead set on wresting away Chilly’s hard earned gold.
With double-barreled support on the outside, the platinum pixie proved she didn’t need any at the moment. Using the raised knee of her blonde counterpart as a platform, Sanders stepped atop the joint with her left foot and swept a wicked Shining Wizard in with her right, the boot CLACKING off Mercy’s left temple and sending Ellis flopping to the opposite shoulder and hip, dark eyes in a daze.
SHINING WIZARD:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=HZkZ2UPLAag
Landing with surprising agility, Kylie raised her arms high, nodding at her cousin and partner knowingly.
“Sloppy bytch doesn’t understand the difference between some run-of-the-mill ticklefight in an octagon and a FAWN title clash,” Ky bellowed to any who wanted to hear and, considering the hatred in her former Corps, most did not.
Kylie moved to a stance next to Ellis, Mercy having rolled to her back. The Pariah genuflected, dropping her right shin across Mercy’s throat.
“Count her out,” Sanders demanded as a bug-eyed Ellis grasped at the Hawkeye’s leg, trying to push it off as her face turned rosy.
The clueless zebra counted to ‘ONE’ before realizing the pin-fall was also a blatant choke and he turned his ‘TWO’ toward Sanders instead of for her. A smirking Ky rose at ‘FOUR’, throwing up her palms in mock innocence to the jeers of the FAWNatics.
“Calm your asses down,” Kylie complained halfheartedly. “She’s one of those MMA losers. She’s used to a good choke.”
Sanders delivered a stomp to the chest of her foe when Mercy got halfway to a seated position, driving her back to horizontal. The Heartless Wonder rolled to her chest and pushed up to all fours only to have Kylie mount her like a prize filly in a forward-facing straddle.
Kylie rose slightly off her seat and DROVE her taut backside into Mercy’s lower spine. Ellis’s backbone bowed but she stubbornly remained on hands and knees, at least until the platinum pixie slammed her derriere down again and flattened her foe to the canvas.
Ending in a crouch above Mercy’s lower vertebrae, Kylie leaned forward, slipping her arms under and around those of the wincing Mercy. Ky laced her fingers behind the former MMA star’s neck and secured a Full Nelson, Ky’s long ago amateur background put to good use. Kylie then leeeeaned back, drawing Mercy’s head and torso off the canvas, reefing back and curling Ellis’ spine in a way it was never meant to bend.
Her Full Nelson Camel Clutch set in its full glory, Ky elicited mewls of pain from her fellow blonde. The muffled groans weren’t nearly enough as far as the Iowan was concerned and the champ demanded Mercy surrender.
Sanders forced Ellis to nod her head with her Nelson grip and cousin Kristy called for the bell from the outside. Thankfully for the Heartless Wonder, the official was not so easily fooled and asked Mercy for a verbal capitulation.
“F*ck no,” came the emphatic reply. “My chiropractor does worse.”
Sanders was not pleased in the least at the insult on her prowess in forcing submissions and the frustration in not being able to complete the task bubbled to the surface, drawing her fingers apart. She sank both sets into the long flaxen locks of her challenger and THUMPED Mercy’s features into the thinly-sheathed plywood, Ellis’s head bouncing off the deck.
Mercy rolled to her side, hands flying to her face, while Kylie remained in a straddle around the Assassin’s waist, not letting her roll free. When Mercy’s hands dropped and she started to shove at the domineering Sanders, the titleholder raised an open right hand and paintbrushed Ellis across the cheek, forcing the former MMAer’s head to pivot.
When it returned, the look of fury on Mercy’s face drew a noticeable gulp from the suddenly wide-eyed Ky. She leveled another slap at the same blushing target but Mercy caught around the wrist before contact was made. Ellis twisted Kylie’s arm, drawing a yelp of pain and worry from Vanilla Chill. But the champ’s left thumb shot toward Mercy’s mug and JABBED into her foe’s right eye, forcing a howl of protest from Ellis and gaining her freedom from the challenger’s grasp.
Look of worry melting instantly, Kylie sent a pointed elbow to Ellis’s forehead to calm the half-blinded challenger. After impact, she spun from a forward straddle to a reverse and collected Mercy’s sinewy legs behind the knees. Kylie leaned back, drawing the lower limbs with her and creating a matchbook out of the plastered Ellis for the…
ONE…
TWO…
Mercy shoved Kylie off forcefully, Sanders flopping forward, barely escaping a Scissors attempt from the challenger that might have turned the match on its head in an instant. Ky scrambled up, spinning to face Mercy, anxiety unmasked. Seeing Ellis was still slowly struggling toward vertical, she regained her composure and stalked into Mercy’s blindspot.
With the Assassin reaching her full height, Kylie jumped her from behind. The Hawkeye wrapped her arms around Mercy’s noggin, pressing her limbs in a knot into Ellis’s carotid and temple, trying to slow the blood flow to her foe’s braincase with a Sleeper while leaping into a Scissors of Mercy’s waist, riding the blonde.
But the challenger didn’t panic. She shifted her body to reach behind her in a Three Quarters Facelock of Sanders. Mercy judo threw Chill over her right shoulder, or tried to, but the Scissors allowed Kylie to ride Ellis to the deck, both women twisting and tumbling. The crowd had something to be happy about with the landing as Mercy sandwiched Ky into the deck, both women landing on their back, but the challenger on top. The Sleeper and Scissors were loosened by the impact and Ellis slithered free of both, spinning to face the mat-bound Sanders.
Mounting Kylie, she bombed away with a rainstorm of punches. Ky got her guard up and intercepted most, but Ellis snuck a few in from the sides that rattled the Hawkeye’s cranium. Sanders thrust her pelvis to knock Mercy off her mount and the champ tried to slide out the back door, squirming between Ellis’ knees.
But the entryway closed at an inopportune time, Mercy managing to settle her glutes back to earth with Kylie’s head directly beneath them. Caught in a forward Face Sit of her own making, Ky’s body spasmed wildly. Mercy clamped down with her legs from the side, bracketing Chill’s temples, the nose of FAWN’s most hated nestled into the tight spandex covering Mercy’s bum.
The platinum pixie pressed her palms to Ellis’s thighs and managed to force her head out from under, emerging breathlessly behind her foe, face glistening from the humidity of capture. Sanders sputtered toward her side in an effort to rise, but Mercy snatched the champ’s left arm and pulled it between an enveloping Scissors, Ellis going for the Cross Armbreaker that would almost certainly secure her victory.
Kylie screeched in agony, flailing, as the crowd roared to its feet in preparation of the transfer of Intercontinental power. But Sanders managed to roll toward Mercy enough to lace her fingers and create a link between the arms to relieve much of the pressure. Ky rotated her frame, desperately reaching her abbreviated legs toward the ropes when a forceful Mercy broke Ky’s fingers free from each other and re-secured her Armbreaker. Chill howled in anguish, pleading with Ellis to let go but not offering an official surrender.
As she cried and thrashed, cousin Kristy reached under the ropes unseen by those in the ring, collected an ankle and draped Kylie’s left leg over the bottom rope. Jasmine shouted at Da Man to recognize and Carpenter finally did, starting a count on Mercy to release her wailing victim.
Well aware that she’d have more time to punish the champion if the official wasn’t constantly hounding her for breaks, Ellis abandoned the Cross Armbreaker at ‘TWO’ on Carpenter’s count. This would’ve been cause for celebration in the Hot & Bothered camp if Mercy had relinquished her hold on Kylie’s wrist as well. Alas, this was not the case, as Ellis maintained her control long enough to fire one, two, three short kicks into the side of Sanders’s noggin, each of them striking her cheek with an unpleasant thud!
“C’MON DAMMIT!” Jasmine bellowed to Al as Mercy got to her feet and draaaaaaaggged Chilly away from the ropes, caveman-style. “THAT SHYT AIN’T LEGAL, ASSHOLE! DQ HER RIGHT GODDAMNED NOW!”
Kristy was a little more direct in her disdain, she simply flipped Carpenter a double bird and held it there for a good fifteen seconds.
Mercy paid attention to none of these histrionics, her eyes were only for Sanders, much as the Iowan might’ve wished otherwise. Dragging Kylie to verticality with a healthy assist from that tenderized arm, the Heartless Wonder stood in front of the other blonde and folded that arm up between her shoulders and held it in place one-handed so she could thread her other hand between Sanders’s thighs. A tawdry handful of blonde backside let Ellis scoop Ky onto her right shoulder while simultaneously earning a loud roar of anticipation from the FAWNatics. Jerking up on the Hammerlock to make sure Kylie and her flunkies knew the situation was dire, Mercy turned to face Washington and Sanders part Deux and said, “Keep you distance, children. Or I’ll break you when I’m done with her.”
Such a threat didn’t sit well with either woman, but their encroachment on the squared circle came to an abrupt end when the Assassin went up on tiptoe and dropped to one knee thus driving the bony joint into Sanders’s exposed left shoulder. Ky shouted in surprised hurt, tried to squirm loose and ultimately remained glued in place all thanks to that damned Hammerlock. Not quite done with this particular display of force, Mercy rose to her full height and went onto tiptoe again, only this time she slung Sanders straight to the deck with a heavy Body Slam that deposited every bit of the blonde’s hundred and twenty-plus pounds atop her bent left arm!
HAMMERLOCK SHOULDERBREAKER & BODY SLAM:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=wcwp4cpxNng
Kylie wailed, sat up and rolled to one knee almost at once, her wherewithal apparently surprising to the challenger, as she withdrew a hand that’d been aimed at the Iowan’s platinum locks. This reprieve proved brief however, as Mercy recalculated her vectors to focus on that left arm once again. Yanking it away from Sanders’s body to hold it snug across her own midsection, Ellis curled her free arm around Kylie’s left bicep and laid out on her back to THWHUMP the Pleasant Valley Pariah flat on her face courtesy of a Single Arm DDT that also played hell on that tweaked shoulder.
SINGLE ARM DDT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=6B6N3spRLdY
The maneuver was no one’s idea of flashy, yet it left Kylie prostrate on the mat, so Mercy shot the Half Nelson and rolled her over into a Crossbody complete with a forearm grrrrrrrrriiiiiinding against the champion’s jaw. Al swooped into place while the crowd leapt to their feet and Hot & Bothered jumped onto the apron…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
Kylie got a shoulder up with half a second remaining, thus negating Kristy’s expedition through the strands. Noting the Real Freakin’ Deal’s incursion with nothing more than a slight frown, Ellis said, “We’ve got rats, Carpenter. Want to do something about it?”
Al turned just as Kristy pulled back through the ropes and dropped to the floor. “HEY!” he barked. “I see either of you on the apron one more time, I’ll throw you both back to the locker room, get it!?”
Jasmine and Kristy proclaimed their innocence at top volume, a show of contrition that was good enough for Carpenter, but not Mercy Ellis. Sensing the possibility of a teachable moment, the Heartless Wonder let Kylie struggle to all fours before she moved over and stepped on the fingers of Sanders’s left hand!
“AAAAAAHHHHHH! GODDAMMIT YOU MEAN BYTCH, GET OFFA ME!” Kylie wailed as the other blonde grrrrrrrroooound down on her hapless fingers.
“Pipe down.” Ellis answered without fanfare. “This isn’t about you. It’s about your entourage.” She turned to J-Dogg and favored her with a malicious smile. “New rule, losers. Stay off the apron or I stomp your girl’s arm. Are we clear?”
Washington grabbed the bottom rope but it was Kristy who sprang onto that narrow canvas ledge. “Don’t ever threaten us, bytch! That’s a good way to--” Her rejoinder was broken by a tortured shriek as Mercy STAMPED on the champ’s bicep, just as she’d promised.
COCKROACH STOMP:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Bf4sgAa4xRg
Once upon a time such callous treatment of the FAWN original would’ve required Mercy Ellis to leave the building under guard from private security. That the same tactic now earned one of the loudest pops of the night was just more evidence of how far the Pleasant Valley Pariah had fallen.
On the outside Kristy looked ready to chew glass, but Jasmine laid a hand on her shoulder when she made a move toward the squared circle. “We’re clear, honey.” she cooed. “But just know, you end up out here? Imma mess up that snotty little face of yours.”
Ellis batted her eyes in a way that said ‘I’d love to see you try’, then turned her attention to Kylie, who still clutched that mangled arm against her chest. Sanders sensed her approach and rolled to her belly to keep the arm protected, however this meant Mercy’s actual target was left unprotected, as the Iowan discovered when Ellis laid claim to her left ankle. Folding Ky’s leg so the sole of her boot was pointed at the rafters, Mercy planted her left foot on the other blonde’s left thigh and dropped to one knee. It was an awkward position, albeit not exactly painful, so those assembled were rather surprised when she pushed up on her good arm and started dragging their combined weight toward the ropes.
Pleased by this reaction, Ellis snatched the back of Kylie’s sports-bra and pulled, slowing her progress somewhat. “Give me your left arm, sweetie. I’ll straighten it out for you.”
Kylie shook her head ‘no’ and resumed the slow crawl to freedom. “Not on your life, bytch. Might as well just let me go right NNNNGGHHH!”
The Assassin THWHUMPED a huge Elbow Smash against the side of Kylie’s skull, forcing the IC champ to cover up for a moment. “I want that arm, Sanders.” Mercy explained. “And I’ll knock you out to get it.”
Kylie had no doubt that this was true, yet she wasn’t about to give up her left arm without a helluva fight, so she covered up as best she could and resumed inching her way across the mat. Mercy sighed, shook her head, then formed her left hand into a fist and slammed it down onto Sanders’s left shoulder! Ky shrieked something unprintable and instinctively rolled her shoulder to relieve the worst of the ache. That’s when Ellis grabbed hold of her arm and yanked it out into the open just to fold it between her shoulders with the strongest Hammerlock yet.
“Always heard stories about how tough you were. Even Anciline was impressed, and that’s not easy.” Mercy murmured as she tried to give Kylie an extra elbow. “So I want to see it for myself before I put you to sleep.”
Jaw clenched against the damnable torque in her arm, Sanders gouged her right elbow into the mat and draaaaaaaagged herself forward. “Yuuuhhhh…. you’re the one going to sleep… Ellis.” she rasped. “Right before they announce me as the reigning and defending Intercontinental Champion.”
Mercy’s response was another sharp pull, so Ky held her tongue and focused on the ropes. The ‘TAP, TROLL TAP!’ chants got louder by the second, but Sanders only focused on the strands and her friends, who’d circled around to that side of the ringside aisle to offer their strident support. After what seemed like a lifetime, the Pernicious Pixie grabbed hold of the bottom rope and huffed, “Break. Now get the hell offa--”
Mercy released in a flash, hooking one hand into Sanders’s hair while the other went for her chin. Refusing to give up her lifeline, Ky twisted around onto her bum and jabbed the thumb of her bad left hand into the challenger’s eye! Caught off guard by the snake-quick counter, Ellis wasn’t aware of the hand on her waistband until Sanders tugged forward and dumped her between the top and middle ropes!
Launching to her feet, Ky got in Carpenter’s face, shoving her mauled hand into the ref’s mug.
“Look what she did to me,” Sanders demands, making it hard for the man to do anything else while turning him away from the ejected Ellis so he could get a ‘better look’.
The wolves pounced, both Kristy and Jasmine stomping away on the vulnerable blonde. With the challenger tenderized, ebony and ivory grabbed a wrist and hauled the ‘mudholed’ Mercy to her feet. Kylie’s back-up heaved Ellis with a double whip down the length of the ring. Mercy turned and CRASHED into the side of the steel ring steps, knocking them off kilter and doing the same to the alignment of her backbone. She skidded down the metal edifice with an anguished grimace, pooling below the corner post.
Jasmine called Kristy to head for the opposite side to stay undercover while Kylie fought to maintain Al’s attention, but the Real Deal sprinted to her target and lifted a Big Boot that sickeningly sandwiched Mercy’s cranium back into the steel, the steps CLANGING from the despicable act.
The sound drew Carpenter’s eyes, but Sanders Part Deux had backed away far enough to at least feign innocence. The screams from the FAWNatics of her guilt were met with a shrug, Al unable to call what he didn’t see and so unable to banish Kylie’s kin from ringside.
With the Assassin teetering on the edge of unconsciousness, Chill was confident enough in the work of her comrades to exit the confines and collected the jellied Mercy. Ky pulled her up and shoved her under the ropes, wanting to show the world how a former MMA star cried for mercy, pun intended, rather than sleeping off a count-out loss outside it.
Quickly joining the challenger, Kylie reached Ellis with Mercy pushing off her chest to all fours. She mounted Ellis in a forward-facing straddle and drove her back to the mat with a perfectly placed butt strike to the lower spine. With her foe flattened beneath her, Sanders lowered into a crouch and reached forward, strapping on a Crossface grip to the former octagon inhabitant. Kylie roughly worked head, neck and spine, reefing back on Mercy’s braincase while also twisting it to the side.
“Give it up, bytch,” Kylie demanded. “I’ll put you in the hospital.”
Al dutifully asked Ellis if she wanted to surrender but was not surprised when she grunted back a ‘no’, Mercy having been under more professional MMA grips.
Growing frustrated at Mercy’s refusal and her slow slither to the safety of the ropes, Chill changed her grip to her foe’s golden locks, SLAMMING Mercy’s face into the deck. The resulting disorientation gave Kylie the shot to spin 180 degrees in her straddle and raise a clenched right palm high.
The Pavlovian response of former Corps members overwhelmed a significant portion of the crowd and they shouted out “FARM…HAND”.
Sanders sank her digits DEEP into the flesh at the juncture of Mercy’s left leg and glute. Driving her fingers into the nerve bundle there, Ky elicited a fluttering lower lip from the challenger and a mewl of pain, Mercy covering as best she could. Kylie’s expert Hammy Clamp burrowed deeper, sending Ellis’ leg into spasm and making Mercy’s dark eyes well.
“Nuhh…uh,” Ellis mumbled, shaking her head, knowing Carpenter’s question was on the way. “Ahhhgaawwd” followed however and Al asked anyway. “NO. I SAID,” Mercy added firmly as she dragged her way toward the cables. Kylie continued to dig in on the slow trip to freedom, finally giving up when her foe’s fingertips tickled the ropes.
Sanders hopped to her feet and grabbed Al by his collar, twisting him away from Mercy.
“She tapped. Is Da Man telling you to be blind AND deaf?”
While Kylie interrogated Carpenter, Jasmine hustled to Ellis and pulled her head outside the ropes with dual handfuls of flaxen mane. The Badass from Hotlanta forced Mercy’s throat across the bottom rope, Ellis gagging, her face flushing. As her arms flailed, the crowd jeered loudly at the chicanery and the veteran Carpenter turned back to find Jasmine’s hands high, Washington leaning against the metal barrier several feet from the ring’s edge.
“What? Are you profiling me?” Wash asks accusingly.
Uninterested in the conversation, Ky snatched an ankle and pulled Mercy from the ropes then tugged Ellis to her feet by a shoulder and wrist. The champ sent a Toe Kick deep into Mercy’s gut, doubling her over. Showing she could get all MMA on Ellis, Ky sent a Kneelift flurry into Mercy’s lowered noggin with her Pleasant Valley Sunday, renamed for Chilly Valley of course.
With a staggered and obviously hard-headed Assassin sill upright, Kylie turned and headed for the ropes. Rebounding, she raced at her target and dropped to her knees as she approached, sliding by and delivering a vicious punch to the gut that had Mercy bent and gasping for air, dark eyes bugging.
Before she stopped, Ky popped to her feet. She traveled to the cables behind the battered blonde, rebounded, and raced past the former MMA star. Hitting the strands in front of Mercy, Kylie revved to one gear short of Shea/Domi speed and lowered a shoulder on approach, SPEARING the holy hell out of the challenger, laying Mercy out in a motionless spread-eagle.
A little rattled by the massive collision herself, Ky was slow to cover, but got there with Kristy and Jasmine’s insistent urging. She threw her body across that of Ellis, hooking a leg for good measure and getting the…
ONE…
TWO…
Mercy acted as if she’s received 10,000 volts and spasmed free of the predicament, ending on her side. A startled Kylie looked at her cohorts with wide eyes, clearly unnerved the third count was still far enough away she couldn’t even argue.
The platinum pixie regained her composure and, kneeling next to the stirring challenger, ran a thumb across her throat. Plucking Mercy’s right leg off the canvas, Kylie slipped behind Ellis, thrusting the back of her neck and shoulders into the pit of Ellis’s knee, while moving her arms to encircle the limb on either side.
The FAWNatics nervously pleaded with Ellis to counter and avoid the Chill Out finisher.
As Sanders moved toward completing the maneuver, Ellis violently rolled through and sent the diminutive Vanilla Chill somersaulting out of the submission, contact broken. With the momentum provided, Ky skipped to vertical, turned and immediately charged.
But Mercy was on her back and shot her left leg at the right knee of the approaching Sanders. The impact drew a yelp from the champ and she genuflected. Grimacing and grasping at her joint, Kylie couldn’t prevent a flashing side kick from cracking into her temple. Hazel eyes glassy, the Hawkeye somehow remained kneeling if on her haunches.
Crunching her tanned tummy, Mercy ascended enough to snatch a wrist and tug Kylie toward her lap, lower limbs ready to wrap and secure a Triangle Choke and send the IC titleholder to submission or to sleep.
TRIANGLE CHOKE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=usJdI845HtM
As startled as their leader, Jasmine and Kristy stood frozen on the outside for a good five seconds after Ellis crossed her ankles and craaaaaaaaaanked her hips off the canvas. It wasn’t until Carpenter asked for the champ’s surrender that J-Dogg shook it off and slammed both hands on the apron. “GET OUTTA THERE, CHILL! STACK THAT BYTCH UP, SHE AIN’T TOUGHER THAN YOU!”
In the ring Mercy laced her hands behind Sanders’s head and jerked forward, forcing the point of the other blonde’s chin against the fork of her crotch. “Tap out, Sanders.” Ellis grunted in response to the ineffectual slaps and punches Kylie laid against her left flank. “Unless you want to be asleep when I snap that title around my--”
The Pleasant Valley Pariah planted her knees and scooted forward until the Heartless Wonder was pinned high and tight on the back of her head and shoulders. Planting as much of her weight on Mercy’s tush as she could manage, Sanders growled in triumph as Carpenter counted the…
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO!
Mercy twisted to one side and popped her hips in the same motion to break the cover with the Triangle still intact! Punishing the IC champ with another violent constriction, Ellis trapped Kylie’s flailing left arm in the crook of her left elbow so she could hunch forward to unleash a flurry of short, savage Elbow Smashes to the Pernicious Pixie’s platinum pate! Increasingly disoriented from the pressure of Mercy’s thighs and down an arm thanks to that damned coil, Sanders couldn’t defend against three out of five shots, though the frantic scuttling of her legs was enough to keep Al from awarding the challenger a stoppage. “What do you say, Ky?” he barked. “Answer me girl, can you continue?”
Kylie grunted and flicked him the bird, a show of defiance which meant another nasty elbow between the eyes. “I hope you’re willing to bleed to keep that belt, honey.” Mercy grunted between shots. “Because I’ll bleed you to take it!”
Down on the outside, Kristy and Jasmine were more than living up to the Hot & Bothered Moniker as the former continued to scream encouragement while the latter searched for any sort of escape hatch. Inspiration struck so swiftly that Washington actually snapped her fingers with delight. This detail went unobserved by most, as the arena abruptly erupted into a chorus of boos. Jasmine looked up at once, expecting to see Kylie with an ankle draped over the bottom rope. Instead she saw Kristy raining down punches on Mercy in full view of Al Carpenter. The ref didn’t even bother with a warning, he simply threw a signal at the Timekeeper, then wrapped an arm around Sanders’s waist and hauled her away from the dazed challenger.
“Dammit girl, what the hell’re you thinking?” Jasmine muttered to herself even as she dove under the bottom rope.
She’d just reached her feet when the Announcer confirmed, “Ladies and gentlemen, your winner via disqualification is Mercy Ellis! However, as the title cannot change hands on a count out or disqualification, Kylie Sanders is still the Intercontinental Champion.”
With Kylie curled up on one side and Kristy arguing with Carpenter, Jasmine stormed over to Mercy and peeled her off the mat with a double handful of hair. “This ain’t how I wanted it to go down.” she sneered at the stunned Assassin. “But I’m still gonna enjoy what happens next.” Doubling over, Washington wedged her head between Ellis’s thighs and cupped her calves in both hands so she could straighten up with the blonde draped down her southern slope like a backpack. Dazed though she was, Mercy cinched her arms around Jasmine’s waist in hopes of stopping whatever came next, unfortunately her efforts came to naught as J-Dogg went up on tiptoe and dropped to her knees to THWONK the crown of Mercy’s skull into the mat with her Ass Backwards Driver!
ASS BACKWARDS DRIVER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=slN0_8QaRuI
Carpenter saw this, protested loudly and tried to get around Kristy only for Sanders part Deux to waffle him across the back of the head with a huge Forearm Smash! The referee went down on all fours but still might’ve made a difference in what came next if Kristy and Jasmine hadn’t grabbed him by belt and shoulder and bum-rushed him over the middle rope to the floor. With the squared circle thus cleared of striped obstructions, Jasmine snatched the IC strap from a goggle-eyed FAWN tech and stomped over to Kylie, who’d made it to her knees during the fracas. “Here’s your gold, champ.”
The Pleasant Valley Pariah snatched it away and hurried to her feet, though her hazel eyes never left Mercy. “Get her up.” she ordered once the belt was snapped in place around her waist. “We need to show that piece of crap what happens when you cross Hot & Bothered.”
“Goddamned right.” Kristy sneered as she sneered en route to claiming the downed blonde’s left arm. Jasmine joined her immediately thereafter, the aggressive duo hauling Ellis to her feet just to make her kneel before the incensed champion. Wrenching Mercy’s head back with a huge handful of hair, Ky stepped up and forced the shiny plate against her face. “You spat on my title once before, beeyotch.” the champ hissed. “Now I’m returning the favor.” she pursed her lips and spat on Ellis’s forehead, much to H&B’s delight and the crowd’s disdain.
Mercy bared her teeth and tried to rise, but she remained penitent until Jasmine and Kristy hauled her up on Kylie’s command. “You wanted to know if I’d bleed for this title, Ellis?” Sanders teased as she undid the IC strap. “What you should really be asking is just how much this title is going to make YOU bl--”
A roar from the crowd spun Kylie around on her six just in time to watch the long, lanky form of Harley Jo Collins dive under the bottom rope. The Pleasant Valley Pariah bailed to the right without so much as a word which meant Kristy and Jasmine had to drop their Heartless bundle to-- THWHACK! Collins exploded out of a dead stop to almost take Washington’s head off her shoulders with a Big Boot that put J-Dogg flat on her back.
Left alone with fair odds much quicker than she would’ve liked, Sanders Part Deux rounded on Harley Jo and hissed, “Big mistake, opossum breath. I already f*cked you up once, I’m happy to do it WHOOOAAAAHHHH!”
Mercy Ellis surged off her knees, muscling Kristy across her shoulders in a Fireman’s Carry. Turning so that her left shoulder (and the crown of Sanders’s skull) was pointed at the Tennessee Terror, Mercy said, “Hold, please.” then slung the Minnesota Mauler off her perch and brought that left knee rocketing up to THWHUNK Kristy between the eyes!
MERCY KILLING:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=noXhSwtXNdQ
Flat-footed and glassy eyed after the Mercy Killing, Sanders offered no complaint when the Assassin palmed the back of her noggin and slung her at Harley Jo. Collins welcomed her in with a singularly spiteful Toe Kick that doubled Kristy over and made her an easy target for the Double Underhook. Hands locked, HJC muscled Sanders upside down and held her there for several seconds to make sure Kylie got a good long look. Point made, Harley Jo swung Kristy forward and laid out on her back while simultaneously bringing both knees to chest level to ensure the worst possible landing. Lungs blown to smithereens in a single loud ‘UUUUUNNNGGGHHH!’ Kristy bounced away from the Ace of Spades to land flat on her back in a semiconscious starfish.
ACE OF SPADES:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=jxJ-NXLB1tM
Getting to her feet as Kylie eased under the bottom rope to draaaaaaaag Jasmine to safety, Harley walked to the edge of the ropes and leaned her elbows on the top strand. “Where ya goin’, sugar?” the big brunette drawled. “Don’t you wanna stay and play with Mercy n’ me?”
Ellis stomped up beside her, set a hip on the middle rope and pushed down to invite her back inside. “C’mon Sanders. Wake up your attack bytch and see how long you can last.”
Kylie shifted her weight for a better grip on Jasmine, who was only starting to clear her head. “You two shytbirds can kiss my ass.” the blonde growled. “And don’t think you’re going to get away with this. You’re going to wish you’d never set foot in the ring with us.”
“You’re gonna wish for a lot more than that when I get my hands on you, sugar.” Collins purred. “That is if Mercy doesn’t find you first.”
“Better pray I don’t.” the Heartless Wonder added.
Kylie started to say something but a swarm of referees appeared from the back to tend to the fallen and keep the competitors apart. Safely separated by a roiling black & white sea, the Pleasant Valley Pariah backed her way up the ramp spitting curses and threats at the mismatched pair who’d dared step forward to challenge her stranglehold on IC gold.