Post by dsb on Sept 5, 2018 21:44:48 GMT
“Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is a Tag Team Match scheduled for one fall with a thirty minute time limit. Introducing first--”
The Announcer’s patter came to an abrupt end thanks to the departure of the lights and a huge roar from the crowd. Immediately thereafter came 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.
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, no wait, a full dozen shadows? Yes indeed, not just the silhouette of the Blonde with the Iron Fists, but a much taller partner, one the Orlando faithful recognized in very short order.
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!’
MERCY ELLIS:
HARLEY JO COLLINS:
The lights came on full force, but Fallout Boy gave way to Godsmack, namely the opening verse of ‘Shine Down’, chosen anthem of one Harley Jo Collins. Offering the fans a nod in response to the enthusiastic reaction, the Vicious Volunteer looked to her first-time partner and asked, “You ready to tan a few hides, Ellis?” “That’s backwood for knocking bytches out, right? Because I am most definitely ready for that.” “Glad we understand each other.” With their priorities properly set, blonde and brunette headed down the aisle so the Announcer could resume his duties.
“Introducing first, currently making their way down the aisle. Weighing in tonight at a combined total of two hundred and seventy-three pounds, they are HARLEY JO COLLINS AND MERCY ELLIS!”
For this end of summer go-round with the IC champ and her flunkies, Ellis 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. A few steps behind, Collins had eschewed her usual pre-match coveralls, choosing instead to arrive on scene with her black fightin’ rumble-kini, white pads and black boots already on full display.
When they reached the edge of the ring Mercy went under and Harley Jo went over, the blonde diving beneath the bottom rope while the brunette climbed the apron and swung a leg over the top. They didn’t bother with any coordinated show of force once inside, though no one would argue that the pair made for a rather intimidating sight when they stood side by side with their eyes locked on the stage.
With Collins and Ellis situated and more than ready for the fight, ‘Fancy’ by Iggy Azalea and Charli XCX pumped through the arena. The crowd shot to its feet, unleashing the heavy artillery of a Corps betrayed and not near forgiveness, not that Sanders wanted it.
FANCY:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=O-zpOMYRi0w
Behind the first chords of the hip-hop anthem and the ear-numbing jeers, the Pleasant Valley Pariah stalked onto the stage, snide smirk in place, perhaps because she knew that, no matter what, she’d leave the night’s action with her shimmering Intercontinental title.
Chill strode to center stage, Jasmine behind the title holder, massaging the shoulders of the prize fighter. 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.
KYLIE SANDERS:
Kylie’s attire:
www.yandy.com/Multi-Strapped-Microfiber-Sports-Bra.php
JASMINE WASHINGTON:
KRISTY SANDERS:
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.
Next to her was a former partner and not just any such individual, but one with which she’d held the Tag Team titles, namely cousin Kristy. The Golden Gopher wore a maroon and metallic gold version of her kin’s wardrobe, Kristy ending shoulder to shoulder with Kylie.
Vanilla Chill and Minnesota Not-so-nice showed little interest in Orlando’s lowlife class as the women headed down the ramp and aisle together, Washington a step behind the platinum pixie and her new blonde muscle, talking shyt about everyone and everything.
Reaching the ring, the dual Sanders ascended the steps, Ky dabbing her normal partner, the Hawkeye sharing a moment with J-Dogg.
The reformed Krazy K entered and Kylie couldn’t help but become agitated when ‘TROLL…TROLL…TROLL!’ began to echo through the arena. Kristy provideed ear muffs for the enraged Iowan before giving up the attempt to cancel the noise from the crowd.
Washington screams at the FAWNatics from the sidelines, Jasmine 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, raised it to her cupid’s arrow lips, ignoring the continued jeers from the assembled. She focused her gaze on brunette and blonde across the ring, Kristy menacingly beside her cousin.
“Bytches! You don’t even know,” Kylie shouted. “Kristy wanted your heads and who am I to deny her? She’ll be joining me in your destruction. Hope you each enjoy traction.”
Sanders dropped the stick with a loud ‘CLUNK’ and the FAWNatics let their disapproval bounce off the walls of the arena, the noise reaching ear-pounding decibels.
The Ring Announcer broke in, having acceded to Kylie’s pronouncement, to add an introduction.
“And their opponents, weighing in at a combined 240 pounds. From Pleasant Valley, Iowa and Eden Prairie, Minnesota respectively, the kickin’ ass cousins, representing Hot & Bothered, Kylie and Kristy Sanders.”
Ky led the Real Deal back to the H&B Mach II corner, the original Black Sheep of the Sanders clan stepping through the ropes and taking her place on the apron while Jasmine played cheerleader reluctantly from the floor below.
Kylie didn’t even bother to feign a tag when the bell sounded, she simply swatted Kristy and gave her an encouraging nod before grabbing hold of the tag rope. For her part Sanders part Deux didn’t seem to mind. After all, she’d been wiped out by the combined might of the Mercy Killing and the Ace of Spades at Red, White and Bruised and she was out for revenge. “Get ready, popsicle.” Kristy sneered as she started toward the blonde waiting at center ring. “The leopardess is coming to shred your icy little ass.”
Harley Jo snorted from her place in the opposite corner while Mercy might’ve cracked the ghost of a smile.
“You really gonna let her talk to you like that, sugar?” Collins asked of her first time partner.
“Only until she gets a little closer.” the blonde replied without taking her eyes off the former IC Champion.
Kristy heard the dismissive tone in her adversary’s voice and was less than pleased. “Watch your mouth, Ellis. Otherwise I’ll have to slap it around to the other side of that lumpy head.”
“From all the way over there?” Mercy deadpanned. “That’s an impressive trick for someone who… what do you do again? Carry Kylie’s bags or screen her hate ma--”
The Minnesota Mauler sprang at Ellis with talons aimed directly at the lightweight’s face. Would’ve done some serious damage too, if Mercy hadn’t pivoted around on her left foot to THWHUMP the sole of her right boot into Sanders’s tummy. Kristy ‘unnnngghhed’ and doubled over only to stand up straight when the Heartless Wonder stepped in from the left and pounded a heavy Kneelift into her tits. This left Sanders 2.0 exposed to a similarly heavy kick across the chest and finally a high speed sweep that sent her crashing to the deck flat on her back. Mercy didn’t precisely try for a cover, rather she leaned in over her opponent and grrrrrrrooound the bony ridge of her right forearm into Kristy’s jaw while Merle counted off…
KICK AND SWEEP COMBO:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=LKbOhJsJ4t0
ONE…
Kristy shoved the Assassin back onto her haunches, then rolled clear and scrambled to one knee. “You’re welcome to more of that.” Mercy offered as she ‘snapped’ her trunks taut across her glutes. “Or you and Dogg Face can take a walk while Collins and I deal with the peroxide pariah.”
“I’m not about to walk out on family… or Jasmine.” Kristy noted as she regained her feet. “But I’ll be happy to walk all over you, bytch.” She beckoned Ellis forward and the blonde was quick to oblige, walking down her taller foe from behind a pair of raised fists. Sanders had no interest in engaging in fisticuffs with Mercy, so she settled into a grappler’s crouch but kept her hands raised high enough to intercept the-- Kristy feigned a lunge and Mercy raised her guard to intercept which left her tummy exposed for the Toe Kick Sanders gouged into her navel. Ellis doubled over with a grunt, eyes wide with surprise even as Kristy secured her noggin in a Front Facelock. Slinging the breathless blonde’s near arm across her shoulders, Sanders part Deux helped herself to a handful of waistband, then dropped low and popped her hips to take the smaller woman up, over and down with a gorgeous Snap Suplex.
SNAP SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZL-BgkKEamU
Kristy floated over into a cover but rather than go for a pin she grabbed Mercy by the ponytail, rose to one knee and started pounding away on her forehead with a furious fusillade of right hands! “Yeah, that’s it! Punch her ugly” Kylie shouted support to her cousin over the jeers of the FAWNatics and the intrusive whining of the official. Kristy ignored everyone but ‘cuz until Merle reached ‘FOUR!’, then she cupped the blonde’s ears and hauled her to boot leather. CRAAACK! Sanders laid a nasty Knife-Edge chest across Ellis’s sports bra, followed it with two more when she liked the sound it made. A rude little shove smeared Mercy against the ropes on a neural side of the ring, leaving her with nowhere to go when Kristy pie-faced her with one hand and unleashed about half a dozen Forearm Smashes with the other.
ROPE-LEANED FOREARM SMASHES:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=_c0k5I39iQ4
“I always figured you were an overrated piece of garbage.” Kristy sneered after she’d removed Ellis from the ropes with another rough Front Facelock. “Glad I finally got the chance to prove WHOAH!”
She’d been thinking DDT when Mercy twisted in a quick little half circle and sent the bigger blonde spinning away from her grip. The Black Sheep rolled with it, caught her balance and charged at Ellis but had to go on defense when the Heartless Wonder aimed an Forearm Smash at her jaw. Sanders ducked it at the last moment, hit the ropes a heartbeat later and came back full speed ahead with her own Forearm Smash locked and lo-- Mercy dipped slightly, pressed both hands against the Minnesotan’s midriff and pushed up straight to launch Kristy straight into the lights! Arms pinwheeling wildly to regain some semblance of control over her descent, Sanders didn’t realize Ellis had drawn a bead until the Assassin THWHUMPED a high kick across her collarbone.
Dropped to all fours by Mercy’s weight of shot, Kristy managed to lean back on her knees, which ensured she had the best seat in the house when the other blonde whipped around in a tight little circle and came out on the other side with a low-angled Roundhouse that THWHACKED off the side of Kristy’s skull.
FREE-FALL KICK & LOW ROUNDHOUSE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=GI0ZSqDY0Ac
Understandably concerned for her cousin’s safety, Kylie eased her way between the top and middle rope to make sure she’d be in position to break things up if Kristy couldn’t escape the…
ONE…
TWO…
Kristy shoved Ellis away with a full second to spare so the Pernicious Platinum Pixie returned to the apron without making her presence felt. Didn’t mean her encroachment went unnoticed of course, as illustrated when Harley Jo called, “Careful where you step, darlin’. Otherwise you might not like where it leads.”
“Stuff it, hick!” Ky snapped right back. “Otherwise I’ll give you more of what you got at Mayhem!”
The Vicious Volunteer almost suggested Sanders carry out this threat then and there, but her attention was diverted by the arrival of Mercy Ellis and Kristy Sanders. “Well, well, well, what a sorry, bedraggled excuse for a stray kitten. Does she bite?”
Ellis tagged the lanky brunette Destroyer into the match and handed Kristy off once Collins stepped over the top rope. “Likes to make a big fuss.” she admitted when HJC snuggled in on the blonde’s left side and cinched an arm around her waist like she was thinking about a Sidewalk Slam. “Doesn’t have much in the way of teeth though. I think you’ll be fine.”
Satisfied with this intelligence, Harley Jo slid her arm up and pulled back just enough to expose Sanders’s midsection. “Think I saw some dirt on your boots a second ago, Ellis. Feel free to wipe ‘em off right here.”
Mercy thought this an excellent idea so she THWHAPPED a single kick across Hot & Bothered belly, then slipped through the ropes while Collins turned her back on the far corner. Still controlling Kristy with that arm around the chest, Harley Jo reached down with her right hand to grab hold of Sanders’s right kneepad. From there she hauled her up for the aforementioned Sidewalk Slam only she spun Kristy all the way over and dropped to one knee to THWHUMP Sanders’s tummy with a gorgeous Windmill Gutbuster!
WINDMILL GUTBUSTER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Fep3lCda7Ho
Kristy slid off that posted joint and curled up around her aching abdominals so Harley Jo got up and treated herself to a leisurely constitutional that ended near the center of the ring. “Looks like the alley cat’s not doing too well, sugar.” she said to the fuming IC champ. “Maybe it’s time you let J-Dogg off the hook… or is she as gutless as you?”
Jasmine leapt to the apron, cursing the Tennessee Terror in words requiring several bleeps on the broadcast.
“Get yo pasty ass over here,” Washington demanded at the end of her tirade, “And I’ll tear every petal off you, lily.”
Kylie tried to chill Jazzy under her boiling point.
“Stay cool, Dogg,” the Hawkeye purred. “Gurl knows she and the Rousey wannabe ain’t half of what we are.”
Sanders convinced Jasmine to drop back to the floor and Collins seemed impressed.
“You taught her to heel. Good on ya.”
Ky spun toward the lanky, powerful brunette and stuck out her chin, seemingly offering Harley Jo a free shot.
“She’s her own bytch,” Kylie informed. “You’re mine.”
Collins grinned, barely controlling her fast twitch muscles from sending her right boot to the point of Sanders’ chin. As it was, that leg swung forward for a different reason quickly enough.
Despite the warning squeals from the FAWNatics, Collins wasn’t aware of Kristy until Sanders surged from all fours and dove into the back of Harley Jo’s knee with a nasty Chop Block. The Destroyer-class grappler was lowered to that knee, grimacing from the shot to her ligaments. Stubbornly, HJC started to rise before a scythe-like kick from the Black Sheep swept both legs out from under the Volunteer, putting Collins on her ass, long lithe legs extended in front of her.
Standing behind the lowered Collins, Kristy stepped over either shoulder of her foe and collected both wrists. Rolling to the side and landing on all fours, Harley Jo still trapped in a no longer standing Headscissors, Sanders Part Deux SMASHED Collins’s face into the deck a half dozen times with a set of Push-Up Facebusters that left Harley Jo gobsmacked by end of the series.
PUSH-UP FACEBUSTERS:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=l_x3OfF4bQU
Kristy released her Scissors and rose to her feet, hovering over Collins as the brunette reached hands and knees, shrugging off the would-be concussive blows in short order.
Kylie mouthed a silent ‘You OK?’ and her cousin nodded, the former tag team champions rebuilding their trust in each other.
Part Deux pulled Harley Jo up the rest of the way to show she’s worthy of that trust, but the big brunette pushed the Minnesotan back a couple steps, breaking free and swinging a Clothesline toward Sanders’ collarbone.
Kristy deftly ducked the blow, strapping her right arm across Collins’s chest almost simultaneously with the swing and miss from her rival. Part Deux showed the FAWNatics power the original Sanders from Iowa could only possess in her dreams, the Black Sheep vaulting Collins into the air and SLAMMING her to the deck when she laid out with a Side Effect.
SIDE EFFECT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=JF8nmsIzxE4
HJC popped to a near headstand from the force of the impact before timbering to her back. Before Kristy could decide whether Collins might be susceptible to a cover, Vanilla Chill was making the call, demanding her cousin tag her outstretched hand.
Temporarily torn, the Real Deal swallowed hard and pushed to her feet. She turned, strode to, and slapped palms with the Hawkeye. As she started to head out, Ky grabbed her kin by a shoulder.
“No so fast, partner.”
Kristy’s face turns from disappointment to delight as she realized Kylie wanted to play a quick game of doubles all over the reeling Volunteer.
Both blondes traipsed to Collins and, despite Mercy’s and the ref’s protestations, each Sanders took a wrist and hauled HJC to her feet. Kristy and Kylie bullied the wobbly brunette deep into the ropes and flung her to the opposite side of the ring with a double Irish Whip. Locking hands, Krazy K raced at a rebounding Harley Jo with their arms set in a Double Clothesline. But as the towering brunette reached the seemingly inevitable, the Tennessee Terror dipped beneath. All three women spun on a dime, but it’s Harley Jo, with both arms wide, that surged forward first and NAILED both cousins with a powerful pair of lariats that nearly behead the blondes.
Kylie and Kristy ROCKETED to the deck from the impact, the back of their braincases clunking against the canvas, both in momentary matchbooks before opening into stereo spreadeagles. The crowd roared at the marvelous turn of events.
Skidding to a stop, Collins turned and tended to Kristy first. Plucking her off the canvas, HJC bumrushed the Black Sheep toward her corner where Mercy’s raised a boot high over the top rope. Part Deux was sent headlong into the shoe leather, her forehead THUNKING into Mercy’s footwear. Kristy pirouetted to a spot on the canvas where she absently rolled out under the bottom rope and plopped to the floor.
Collins had the staggering Intercontinental champion in her sights, Ky making her feet but not all the way back to coherence, wobbling drunkenly as she tried to find her foe’s whereabouts. Finally, she discovers Harley Jo who dipped close, pressing a hand into Kylie’s chest and crotch. Showing the power Kylie has no answer for, the Volunteer MILITARY PRESSES VANILLA CHILL HIGH OVERHEAD, the assembled roaring in amazement.
The elevated Kylie shook her head wildly, hazel eyes bulging.
“NO…PLEEEASE!”
Harley Jo wasn’t interested in taking requests. She let Kylie drop from the heights onto bended knee, Sanders absolutely GUTTED from that height. Ky rolled off the bony joint onto her back, sucking wind and gagging.
MILITARY PRESS GUTBUSTER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=I16zOtO5p-k
HJC caught her foe before she could roll out of the ring and pulled her cavewoman-style back to the center by an ankle where Collins passed on a pin. Instead, the brunette hauled Chill’s ass to her feet and snuggled in from behind, wrapping her left arm over Ky’s left shoulder while her right arm swung between the Iowan’s legs.
Enjoying taking her strength advantage for another spin, Collins lifted a squirming Sanders off the canvas, the Hawkeye strapped across HJC’s chest, pointed outward. Harley Jo spun the platinum pixie outward, swinging her around until the blonde was controlled on her left side where Collins nearly broke Kylie in half with a Catatonic Gutbuster that looked like it might have put a dent in Chill’s sternum.
CATATONIC GUTGUSTER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Z6FWL_TOSp4
As the elfin Iowan spasmed in pain, Harley Jo spreads the demolished IC champ flat and wide, pushing her body tight into Kylie’s in a Lateral Press, the Tennessee Terror hooking a leg for good measure for the…
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOO!
Kristy was still unavailable and Jasmine proved out of position for a rescue so it’s a good thing for Hot & Bothered that Kylie’s infamous ability to take punishment and survive showed in the nick of time.
Collins regarded the official with an arched eyebrow, but offered no other complaint when he confirmed the near-fall. “Seems this one fancies herself a double team artist.” the Witch of Razorback Holler told Mercy in the midst of hauling Sanders to boot leather with a handful of hair. “Maybe we can show her a few things about that particular area of endeavor.”
Ellis smiled prettily and raised her hand for the tag. “Oh, I think we can teach her a lot.”
Determined to do just that, HJC drew the reeling Iowan into a Front Facelock and forced her to backpedal toward the unfriendliest corner of the squared circle. Washington protested this development at the top of her lungs (Kristy was currently unable, as she was still shaking off the big brunette’s thunderous Lariat) but J-Dogg’s barks all came to naught when Collins ‘clapped’ her heartless partner into the match. Already loud, the FAWNatics kicked it up by several decibels when Ellis grabbed hold of the top rope and climbed her way to the high rent district. Never known for her highflying prowess, Mercy still looked quite at home as she waited for Harley Jo to sling Kylie’s near arm across her shoulders and snag a handful of waistband. After that it was a quick trip from six to high noon, the Tennessee Terror vaulting her smaller foe into the sky for a gorgeous Delayed Vertical Suplex. ‘ONE… TWO…. THREE…. FOUR…’
Mercy straightened up and leapt out into the void, the Assassin twisting sideways in mid-air to ‘SMECK’ against Kylie’s exposed tummy with a gorgeous Diving Crossbody that provided enough momentum to send both Sanders and her partner tumbling to the thinly-sheathed plywood. Harley Jo rolled under the bottom rope like it was no big deal, Kylie on the other hand turned to one side and curled up around the collection of aches that was her midsection. Alas, Mercy cared not for these ailments (she wasn’t the Heartless Wonder for nothing) and she’d peeled Sanders off the deck almost the moment after she’d rolled through the Crossbody.
Give the devil her due, Ky got the other blonde’s hands out of her hair thanks to a well-placed shove, but separation was about all it got her as Ellis whipped around on one foot and pumped a quick Back Kick into the IC champ’s belly. Sanders groaned and folded over her mangled midsection, thus giving Mercy all the time she needed to run the ropes to her opponent’s left. THWHUMP! Ellis heralded her return with a nasty Kneelift that caught Kylie flush in the chest! Knocked back on her heels by the heavy strike, she offered no complaint when Ellis laid claim to her left wrist and stretched it out as she snuggled in beside. Right leg hooked over Sanders’s left, Mercy cupped the blonde’s chin in her free hand and snapped backward to plant Kylie on the mat with a textbook Russian Leg Sweep!
KNEELIFT & RUSSIAN LEG SWEEP:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=p2e5gyPRvqw
Somersaulting backward out of the landing, Ellis came up on her knees and scooted into a snug Reverse Face Sit that drew a roar of approval from the crowd and shrieks of disgust from Hot & Bothered. Not content to simply offer her spandex for Ky’s inspection, the Assassin curled her hands into fists and pak-pak-PAAAKKED away at her rival’s belly while Merle tolled the…
ONE….
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
Sanders palmed Ellis’s glutes and shoved as hard as she could, forcing the domineering blonde from her mount with a half second to spare. “Yuuuhhh… you nasty bytch.” Ky sputtered in the aftermath of the gluteal grind. “You’re gonna wish you’d stayed out of my UNNNNGGGHHH!”
Mercy snatched her left wrist, yanked it away from her torso and kicked her in the ribs. “Trust me cutie, I have no problem standing in your way.” Ellis taunted while hauling the Iowan to her feet. “Just like I’ve got no problem knocking you on your ass… or tying you in a screaming knot.” Not that anyone doubted such a claim from the Blonde with the Iron Fists, yet Mercy delighted in backing up her claims with tangible proof, which was why she wasted no time in stuffing Ky’s left wrist between her thighs. Securing it in place with her right hand, she reached over with the left, slipped it under Sanders’s left bicep and CRAAAAAAAANKED back on the captured limb to complete a Pumphandle-style Abdominal Stretch.
PUMPHANDLE ABDOMINAL STRETCH:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=23fDbL4ungQ
Using the trapped left wrist as a handle, Mercy slowly turned the both of ‘em toward the Hot & Bothered corner, not only to keep an eye on Kristy and Jasmine, but to give them a glimpse of the future if they were foolish enough to interfere. As for Kylie, she was oblivious to the other blonde’s machinations, as she was focused on enduring the pain of the hold and the agony of Merle’s foolish questions. “Would you just get the hell away from me!” she barked at the official. “I’m not gonna submit to this AAAAARRHHH!”
Ellis reefed on the barred arm and compounded the Iowan’s misery by jouncing Kylie’s wedged forearm against her own crotch no less than half a dozen times. “Choose your next words carefully, Sanders.” Mercy threatened. “Unless you want to trade that IC title for tensor tapPPEERRRGGHH!”
Kylie managed to wrap her straining right hand around Ellis’s ponytail, which she then attempted to remove with several hard tugs. Mercy didn’t bother with a warning as Merle had those covered, instead she dipped her knees and muscled the other blonde off her moorings so Kylie was squirming around chest-level. Then she went up on tiptoe and dropped to her knees to THWHUMP the Pernicious Platinum Pixie into the mat courtesy of a Pumphandle Drop. Sanders with hard, rolled onto one side, instinctively reaching for Kristy. Mercy noted this, blew the Black Sheep a kiss and promptly rolled Kylie back to start so she could stretch out across her chest for the…
PUMPHANDLE DROP:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=PaagrXKUIqg
ONE…
TWO…
THR--
Kristy came through the ropes with a Double Axehandle at the ready, but Mercy saw it coming and she sprang to her feet, forcing Sanders Part Deux to hit the brakes.
“Go ahead, sheep face.” Ellis cooed. “Take your shot. Make it count.”
Kristy started forward only for Merle to wrap an arm around her waist. “You’re lucky he’s here, bytch!” she shouted as the ref walked her back to the corner. “When I get my hands on you you’re going to scream!”
The Heartless Wonder stretched her arms wide and took a few steps forward. “Whenever you’re ready, wool-for-brains.” Kristy sneered and made one final lunge, but Merle’s defenses held strong and it amounted to nothing. Disappointed by the other Sanders’s lack of dedication, Mercy wheeled around, grabbed a handful of Kylie’s hair and “NNNNNNGGGGGHHHHH!”
The Intercontinental Champion caught her between the thighs with a gawdawful Uppercut.
Growling in satisfaction as Ellis crumpled to her knees in slow motion, Kylie got to her feet, snatched a handful of ponytail and wrenched the Assassin’s head back so she could CLOUT her across the cheek with three CRAAACKING Bytch Slaps! Doubling down on the hair-hold after scorching Mercy’s cheek, Sanders dipped into a deep squat so she could roar, “YOU’RE NOT ON MY LEVEL, BEEYOTCH! YOU’LL NEVER BE ON MY LEVEL!”
To that end she stuffed Ellis’s head between her thighs, cinched a Waistlock around her midsection and flipped her upside down before actually running toward her corner! Lest you think this nothing more than a fancy way for Sanders to close some distance, the Pleasant Valley Pariah kicked her legs forward and dropped to her tush to THWHONK the crown of Mercy’s skull into the canvas with a savage Piledriver! Pushing to one knee as Ellis slopped to her back in a glassy-eyed starfish, Ky clapped some dirt off her hands, then stretched out across the blonde’s chest for…
SNAP RUNNING PILEDRIVER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=1WmsUVFxqQw
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOO!
The former MMA star shoved a shoulder up to the dismay of the Hawkeye, Ky in disbelief anyone could survive the driver. Sanders jawed at Merle enthusiastically while Kristy did the same at her cousin, the Real Deal recovered enough, in her opinion, to lay the wood to Ellis.
Acceding to her more powerful kin, Kylie snatched a handful of flaxen locks and led Mercy to the Krazy K corner like a dog on a leash, a wobbly Ellis choosing to follow rather than lose a handful of follicles.
The Pleasant Valley Pariah offered a hand and Kristy slapped her way into the match. Instead of proceeding in, Part Deux headed up the buckles on the outside. Kylie hauled Mercy to her feet, then slipped ’round behind. Lowering, Ky shoved her head between Mercy’s thighs, her arms encircling the Assassin’s thighs. No powerhouse, Ky still managed to lift Mercy to an Electric Chair position with a little shimmy rippling through her stems.
With Mercy elevated and Kristy reaching her perch, the Black Sheep jumped over the moon and SMASHED a Clothesline across Ellis’ throat. Part Deux peeled the blonde off her cousin, Mercy back-flipping to a chest-first collision with the canvas. Mercy hit with enough force she bounced to all fours then settled on her haunches hugging her aching orbs.
Sanders raced to the ropes behind the Heartless Wonder and rebounded toward her target. Kristy flipped over Mercy’s right shoulder, grabbing Ellis’ noggin on the fly-by, PLANTING the blonde’s face into the deck with impunity. While Kristy somersaulted to her feet, sticking the landing with arms wide, perfect pearlies flashing, Ellis absently flopped to her back.
Kristy clowned the jeering fans until a shout from Jasmine brings back Sanders’s focus. The Golden Gopher leapt on the splayed Assassin and secured a Crossbody pin for the…
ONE…
TWO…
Ellis kicked free. Kylie slapped the top buckle in frustration, left to wonder if the match would have been over if her cousin hadn’t played to the assembled. Looking for retribution for her foe’s escape, the Real Deal tugged a rubbery Ellis to her feet. She RAMMED a right forearm into Mercy’s jaw, rocking the former MMA fighter. But Ellis remained upright and gave as good as she got with a return volley that WHIPPED Kristy’s head to the side.
Not about to let Mercy get the better of this exchange, Sanders NAILED Ellis again only for Mercy to swing with return fire, hitting Kristy with such force, the blonde dropped to a knee. She bounced back up to offer another volley. However, this time Mercy blocked and laid into Ky’s cousin with one shot, then two, then THREE, Kristy unable to defend. Wobbling, arms leaden at her side, the Minnesotan ATE a European Uppercut and staggered into a neutral corner.
Hitting spine-first against the buckles, Kristy rebounded toward the waiting Mercy who lined up the Clothesline that would finally put the sturdy Black Sheep on her back. But Sanders ducked under. The grapplers were back to back after Mercy’s swing and miss. Kristy quickly locked elbows with Ellis and leaned forward as she shrugged Mercy across her back, the Assassin’s legs folding so she couldn’t touch the canvas.
Maneuvering expertly, Kristy shifted to Mercy’s left side, wrapping an arm around the blonde’s throat. With the former MMA star set, Kristy laid out, DRIVING Mercy’s face and chest into the thinly-sheathed plywood with her Twin Cities Tumbler.
TWIN CITIES TUMBLER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=zUnS9XJdtxo
Ellis flopped to her back and there’s no hesitation from Sanders this time. Instantly, she dropped her body atop her foe and hooked a leg high and tight for the…
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOO!
Looking dead to rights, Mercy nonetheless kicked free with Merle’s palm a few inches from the canvas, a clearly distressed Harley Jo breathing a sigh of relief, while Kylie raged at the tardy ref. J-Doog’s pressed her palms to her forehead, incredulous.
“You gotta hold on,” she complained to Ky’s cousin. “COME ON!”
Kristy turned her hazel lasers in the Dogg’s direction.
“Shut it.” Sanders Part Deux advises.
Jasmine appeared ready to fly into the ring and see if Kristy could make her, but Vanilla demanded both women Chill. Each swallowed hard and the Real Deal got back to work, dragging a cloudy-eyed Ellis of the deck and ‘guiding’ her toward the Krazy K corner.
Kristy tagged the Hawkeye and unsurprisingly it’s both Sanders in with the Heartless Wonder. While Collins and the FAWNatics made their feelings known, the golden-maned kin bullied Ellis against the ropes and used the spring to send Ellis barreling to the opposite cables. Kristy and Kylie took their place center stage as Mercy returned.
The former MMA star reached them at full speed and the cousins dipped, each collecting Mercy around a thigh. Holding on, each Sanders laid out and sent Ellis SLAMMING into the canvas face and chest first.
While Merle grabbed an elbow and escorted a rising Kristy to the sidelines, Ky pushed Ellis to her back and genuflected, her right shin pressing into Mercy’s throat. Ellis flailed wildly as her windpipe was closed by Ky’s crushing stem. When the returned Merle complains, the Platinum Pixie raised her arms high in innocence, but the official understands it’s not those limbs that were the problem. The man started his count and Kylie lifts off the red-faced Ellis at FOUR.
Chill took a victory lap, getting the most pleasure in taunting the lanky, powerful brunette with a middle finger. She returned to Mercy, who’s made it to her knees. Ky sank a set of talons into the Assassin’s scalp only to have Mercy ball a fist and force it into Sanders’ ivory midriff. Ky doubles slightly. She prepared a clubbing response, but Mercy literally beat her to the punch and, with this impaling blow, Kylie’s hazel eyes went buggy. Ellis placed her palms on either lowered shoulder and shoved Sanders.
Chill stumbled in reverse into the corner of her foes where Harley Jo landed a not altogether legal shot to the back of Sanders’s skull. The Platinum Pixie lurched forward, features etched in pain. As the Intercontinental champion staggered to a stop in the middle, Mercy was traveling in the opposite direction. She leapt to a tag of Collins, the throng erupting in anticipation.
Turning and seeing Harley Jo in the confines, Kylie threw up her palms plaintively, begging off the bigger brunette. She backpedaled a step or two before tripping over herself and ending on her ass.
With one palm still outstretched, Ky ‘washed a window’. The other was flat to the canvas, helping her scoot backward to the Krazy K corner where Kristy waited, arm outstretched, willing to take on the Vicious Volunteer.
Collins raced at the slow-moving title holder and shot right by, leaping into a flying forearm to Kristy’s chops that sent the would-be entrant flying to the floor. Spinning on her spandex-covered cheeks to face Collins, Ky scrambled to her knees and pressed her palms together, begging for mercy from the Witch of Razorback Holler.
Collins smirked at the imploring blonde. “Don’t even bother.”
She strode toward Sanders, or tried to, finding Jasmine’s arms wrapped around her left ankle, keeping HJC anchored in the corner. With Collins distracted, trying to kick free, Kylie hopped to her boot soles, sprinted toward Harley Jo, then dipped and BURIED a shoulder into the big brunette’s abdomen, Spearing Collins DEEP between the buckles.
“Cut that crap out, Jasmine!” Merle barked over the steady ‘thum-thum-thum-THUMP!’ of the IC champ shoveling shoulder after shoulder into the brunette’s midsection. “I mean it, get involved one more time and I’ll throw the whole match out!”
“The hell you will.” Ky huffed once she was finally satisfied with the miles put on Harley Jo’s lanky chassis. “We’re going to put this opossum chomping hater away and you’re going to sit there like a good little nerd and count one, two, three, got it?”
The ref started to protest, but Sanders spun away and extended a hand to Kristy, who’d returned to the apron a heartbeat prior. A ‘CLAP’ between the cousins earned jeers from the crowd, a round of applause from J-Dogg and more trouble for Collins as Hot & Bothered each lowered a shoulder to muscle the winded Destroyer into a seat on the top turnbuckle. “C’mon, we don’t have much time.” Ky swatted Kristy on the shoulder even as she climbed onto the second turnbuckle, positioning herself a little to Collins’s right. The Black Sheep watched Kylie secure the Front Facelock and quickly followed her lead, posting up on HJC’s left, then doubling down on the Facelock. With Harley Jo’s head thoroughly under their control, the duplicitous duo slung an arm over their shoulders, then reached down, snatched a handful of trunks and--
Harley Jo didn’t budge.
Cursing, they tried again, but the Vicious Volunteer remained anchored to the top buckle. Their third attempt was in the offering when Collins wrenched her noggin free and reared back like a copperhead ready to strike. Credit to Hot & Bothered, they snatched hold of the brunette’s hair and would’ve teed off on her if Harley Jo hadn’t palmed their heads and THUMPED them together like a pair of Midwestern coconuts!
Kylie grunted and dropped from the corner at once, Kristy however fought to maintain her perch and paid the price for her tenacity when Collins slapped on a Facelock of her own. Laying claim to Sanders’s waistband, Harley Jo dipped down and muscled the Black Sheep to about two o’clock, then slung her forward and down into a gawdawful freefall that ended with Kristy THWHUMING onto her face, chest and belly!
Ky felt the impact only inches away, looked up and ‘eeped’ when the Tennessee Terror snatched a handful of hair. Deciding discretion was the better part of valor, Ky grabbed the top rope and shouted, “ROPES! GET HER OFF, I’M IN THE ROPES!”
Merle agreed, quickly (and correctly) pointing out that Ky was no longer the legal member of her team and thusly needed to leave the ring. Harley nodded her understanding, hopped down from the corner and wheeled around in a half circle to make sure Sanders had plenty of momentum when she went flying over the top rope to land on a patch of ground occupied by Jasmine Washington only heartbeats prior. “Grab me again and see what happens, you yappy little bytch.” she threatened. “I’ll aim for the tenth row this time.”
“In your dreams, cracker.” J-Dogg snapped back. “You better stay out of my way if you don’t wanna HEY! Look at me when I’m talking to you!”
Alas Harley Jo paid her no mind, as Jazz was far less interesting than peeling Sanders Part Deux off the mat. Controlling Kristy with a snug grasp at the nape of her neck, Collins pounded three quick punches into her foe’s tummy, then switched over to a Wristlock and sent her bounding into the ropes. Still winded from her fall from the high rent district, Sanders didn’t even try to slow her progress, she just bounced off the strands and into the waiting arms of HJC, who stuffed both hands into the Minnesotan’s tummy and launched her into the lights. The descent wasn’t quite so far this time, unfortunately the landing was just as bad if not worse, as Collins went down on one knee to THWHUMP her foe’s ribs with an improvised Gutbuster.
POP-UP GUTBUSTER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=ga2Q1iEFs7w
Kristy bounced up from the impact and backpedaled toward the H & B corner only to stop several feet short because Harley Jo caught a huge double handful of hair. Grinning happily as she reeled Kristy into a Standing Headscissors, HJC slipped her arms under the smaller woman’s biceps and locked her hands to complete the Double Underhook. “Get outta there, dammit!” Jasmine barked at the Black Sheep as Collins set to draw an Ace of Spades. “Dammit, don’t you blow this for us ya--”
Kylie streaked through the ropes and THWHUMPED a Double Axehandle into the base of Harley Jo’s neck, forcing her to drop her familial burden. “Goddamned gnat.” the brunette growled as she rounded on the Intercontinental Champion. “I’m gonna hang you up before I rip your guts EERRRRGGGHHHHH!”
Kylie raaaaaaaaaaked Collins across the eyes, went low and earned a grudging rumble of applause from the FAWNatics when she muscled the Destroyer onto her shoulders in a Fireman’s Carry! “Yuuuhhh… you aren’t gonna do shite…” she huffed over Merle’s protestations. “…except cool your big ass off in Chill VallOOOOOWWWWWW!”
Harley Jo paid back the Eye Rake with one of her own and shrugged clear of Kylie’s grasp in the ensuing confusion. Not giving a good goddamn if Kylie was the legal Sanders or not, Harley Jo caught the Platinum Pixie by the wrist and whipped her into Mercy’s corner as hard as she could. Ellis saw her coming and shifted to one side to make sure she didn’t catch an elbow when Sanders BWUUUNGED spine-first into the turnbuckles. “Fancy meeting you here.” the Heartless Wonder cooed as she cinched an arm around the other blonde’s throat and reefed back in an impromptu Sleeper!
J-Dogg drew Merle’s attention to the infraction at once but the referee gave it only a cursory glance as neither was the legal half of her team. That distinction fell to Harley Jo and Kristy, the former pounding away on the latter with several heavy Kneelifts to the belly. “You still got the gnat over there, Ellis?” Collins called out after she’d taken hold of the Mauler’s right wrist.
“She’s not going anywhere.” Mercy replied as she continued to crush the air from Kylie’s lungs.
Glad to hear it, Harley Jo stepped back, dropped a shoulder and slung Kristy down her cousin’s back-trail. Sanders Part Deux saw the collision coming and spun into it, meaning the rest of Ky’s oxygen left in a breathy ‘UUNNNGGHH!’ when Kristy’s butt slammed into her tummy. With the cousins stacked like cordwood, Harley Jo set off toward her corner like a freight train and proceeded to jump the proverbial tracks with a low hop that-- Kristy spun clear of the Avalanche with a whisper to spare, but Kylie wasn’t nearly so lucky and she was CRUSHED beneath the brunette’s onrushing bulk.
Stepping away from the pasty-faced blonde, Collins hauled her out of the corner with one hand and tagged in Mercy with the other. “Help me take out the trash, would yaWHOOOAAAAAHHH!” HJC’s request was rudely interrupted by Kristy, the powerful battler plowing into her brunette hard enough to send the Vicious Volunteer and the Pleasant Valley Pariah spilling between the top and middle ropes to land heavily on the outside.
“That’s right, beeyotch!” Kristy crowded the ropes to shout down at the departed Collins. “Now keep your punk ass out of my NNNNGGHHH!”
Mercy tagged her between the eyes with a Roundhouse delivered from her spot on the apron. “Stop stealing my lines, asshole.” the Heartless Wonder ordered as Sanders stumbled backward into the center of the ring. Hands on the top rope, Mercy lined up her shot, then leapt onto the rubber-coated steel and sprang out into the void, Mercy’s right knee rising to chest-level to THWHONK Kristy in the temple. Knees watery, eyes glazed, the Black Sheep spun onto her back in a drunken sprawl and only grunted quietly when Ellis splashed across her chest and hooked the near leg for…
SPRINGBOARD KNEE STRIKE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=owIy8tISyJM
ONE…
TWO…
THRE--
“FOOT’S ON THE ROPE!” Jasmine bellowed as loud as she could. “HER FOOT’S ON THE ROPE, CRACKA!”
His count stopped by sheer volume rather than any real twitch from Sanders Part Deux, Merle looked up and sure enough Kristy’s ankle was draped over the bottom rope. Of course that was because J-Dogg had set it there mere heartbeats prior, as the FAWNatics tried to explain to no avail. Mercy figured out Wash’s game at once, but rather than deviate from the task at hand she buried a fist in Kristy’s hair and dragged her to a seat. Roused to action by some deep-seated survival instinct, Sanders hooked an arm over the middle strand and sputtered, “Guuhhh… get her off me! I’m in the ropeSEEERRRHHHHHH!”
Ellis twisted her wrist and puuuuuuuuulled like she meant to remove a patch of the other woman’s scalp. The crowd saw no problem with lapse in the rules, alas Merle was no so forgiving and he began a count that only ended when Mercy relinquished at ‘FOUR!’ “Get up, cupcake.” the Assassin barked after she’d been backed most of the way to center ring. “Don’t make me come to get you.”
Kristy raised a hand to flip her adversary the bird. “What’s the matter, bytch? ‘Fraid I might knock your overrated ass o--”
Ellis stormed in with the intention of bloodying her knuckles, but the Minnesota Mauler proved just a tad quicker when she grabbed hold of the other blonde’s waistband. Yanking forward even as she twisted to her right, Sanders ensured an appropriately heartless landing for Mercy, one that ‘TWAAANGED’ her throat-first across the second strand! Caught unawares by the Golden Gopher’s viper-like quickness, Ellis snapped back like she’d touched a live wire, both hands pressed tight to her burning neck.
“Hey, cut it out with the ropes, Kristy!” Merle shouted at Ky’s reprobate cousin. “You know you can’t--”
“Don’t preach rules to me when that hillbilly bytch is trying to choke Kylie with a camera cord, asshole!”
“What?” the ref wheeled around and hurried over to the other side of the ring, where the IC champ and the Witch of Razorback Holler were presently pounding one another from pillar to post. The violence was such that Harley Jo could’ve well used the aforementioned cord at some point, unfortunately for Mercy it was simply a ploy to distract the official while Kristy THWHUMPED a vicious punt between her thighs.
Already short of breath, Ellis managed little more than a pained wheeze when the Low Blow knocked her up on tiptoe. She almost certainly would’ve crumpled to her knees if the Black Sheep hadn’t spun her around, hooked both arms at the elbows and dipped down, wedging her head between the other blonde’s thighs. “Little help, Doggy?” Kristy snarled to Jasmine the moment she’d hauled her suffering burden into the ominous upside down stall of the MDK.
Jazz didn’t much care for Sanders’s tone, but she endured it for the team and because she didn’t much care for the blonde trussed to Kristy’s back. So she scrambled onto the apron, hurried to the top rope and paused just long enough to make sure Merle was still preoccupied. Then she leapt into the aether, raised her knees to chest level and delivered a brutal Double Stomp to Ellis’s tush, thus providing more than enough momentum for Kristy to drop to a seat. The THA-WHAM of Mercy getting MDKristy’d into next week raised a roar from the crowd and finally recaptured Merle’s attention (just AFTER Washington slipped under the bottom rope of course), causing him to dive halfway across the ring to register Kristy’s gaudy double bicep flex of a Front Face Sit for the…
DOUBLE STOMP & MDKRISTY:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=k6QXmu0gcN4
ONE…
TWO…
THREE!
Distracted by the clang of the bell, Harley Jo looked up from pounding Kylie’s forehead into the apron, then cursed something rather unprintable when the Announcer confirmed, “Ladies and gentlemen, your winners via pin-fall… HOT AND BOTHERED!”
Freed from the redneck’s grasp (and galvanized by the sound of her music) Kylie rolled under the bottom rope and was immediately welcomed into the open arms of Kristy and Jasmine. “We put ‘em in their place, cuz!” Sanders Part Deux exclaimed while kicking invisible dirt on the fallen blonde. “That’ll teach that wannabe ninja skank to step to us!”
Jasmine, who’d snatched the belt away from Merle, handed it to the Pleasant Valley Pariah and slapped the faceplate. “Lookin’ good, champ. You want to put this poseur away for good?”
Kylie slung the belt over one shoulder and made a show of stepping on Mercy’s chest before turning around to lock eyes with the Tennessee Terror. “I think we’ve proved our point with this piece of crap.” Ky grrrrrrooooound her sole against Mercy’s top for emphasis. “But if the flannel freak wants some, I think we should give her all she could handle. How about that, freak? You want us to send your ass back to the trailer park for good?”
The odds were most certainly not in her favor, yet Collins grabbed hold of the top rope, climbed onto the apron and into the squared circle. “Way I see it, one of two things is gonna happen.” Harley Jo noted. “Either ya’ll are gonna back off and let me collect my partner peaceably, or you’re gonna swarm me like a bunch of feral dogs. Either one’s fine with me, but I’m not much one for waitin’ around.”
Kylie snorted, stomped on Mercy’s tits just because she could. “All that white lightning’s rotted your brain, hasn’t it? You really think there’s any version of this story that ends without you laid out flat on your--”
“WATCH OUT, KYNNNGGGGHH!” J-Dogg shoved Kylie aside at the last possible second, meaning she took the brunt of the big brunette’s left shin square on the cheek.
MOONSHINER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=0rTdyRs9e_U
Forced to catch hold of the champ when Jazz shoved her clear of the Moonshiner, Kristy put herself between Ky and Collins and growled, “You’ll have to go through me, beeHEY! LEGGO YOU--”
THWHACK!
Mercy grabbed hold of the Black Sheep’s ankle, distracting her long enough for HJC to floor her with an explosive Big Boot.
“Two mutts down.” Harley Jo muttered as she pushed off one knee. “Now where’d the head bytch get off UUUUNNNNNGGGGHHHH!”
The Pernicious Platinum Pixie walloped Collins between the shoulders with that ten pounds of leather and gold, dropping the Destroyer to all fours in a single stroke.
“What was that, freak?” Ky barked at the penitent brunette. “Did you think you were going to beat me? Let me tell you something Collins, this is the closest you’re EVER going to get to my title!” This brought no suitable response from Harley Jo, so Sanders snatched a handful of hair, hauled her to her knees and proceeded to grrrrrrrrrrrind the faceplace against the southerner’s forehead. “Look at it, loser! Take a nice, long look! Because that’s all you’re ever gonna GUUURRRRHHHK!”
Collins wrapped a hand around Kylie’s throat and squeezed with all her might. “Just you and me now, sugar.” Harley Jo purred once she’d regained her feet. “Hope you like the taste of blood in your mouTHHEERRRGGHHH!”
Kristy caught her with a Double Axehandle while Jasmine’s Chopblock took the Vicious Volunteer to one knee. But Collins didn’t break her grip, at least not until Kylie landed an Axehandle of her own on the brunette’s elbow.
Bustling out of the ring before the psychotic redneck could mount another offensive, Kylie and Co. backed up the ramp with the champ flanked on both sides. “JUST STAY OUT OF OUR WAY, BEEYOTCH!” Ky roared. “SHOW YOUR FACE ONE MORE TIME AND WE’LL PUT YOU OUT WITH THE REST OF THE TRASH!”
Seemingly unaware of the gash on her forehead opened by Kylie’s golden grind, Harley Jo stood up and lurched over to the ropes. “That a fact, sugar? Then I guess I’ll have to make sure you don’t see me coming.”
FAWN’s Most Hated simply snorted, then secured the belt around her waist so Kristy and Jasmine could each raise a hand. The brash trio was still savoring their victory when the broadcast cut away to a hype video for the World Title Match.
The Announcer’s patter came to an abrupt end thanks to the departure of the lights and a huge roar from the crowd. Immediately thereafter came 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.
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, no wait, a full dozen shadows? Yes indeed, not just the silhouette of the Blonde with the Iron Fists, but a much taller partner, one the Orlando faithful recognized in very short order.
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!’
MERCY ELLIS:
HARLEY JO COLLINS:
The lights came on full force, but Fallout Boy gave way to Godsmack, namely the opening verse of ‘Shine Down’, chosen anthem of one Harley Jo Collins. Offering the fans a nod in response to the enthusiastic reaction, the Vicious Volunteer looked to her first-time partner and asked, “You ready to tan a few hides, Ellis?” “That’s backwood for knocking bytches out, right? Because I am most definitely ready for that.” “Glad we understand each other.” With their priorities properly set, blonde and brunette headed down the aisle so the Announcer could resume his duties.
“Introducing first, currently making their way down the aisle. Weighing in tonight at a combined total of two hundred and seventy-three pounds, they are HARLEY JO COLLINS AND MERCY ELLIS!”
For this end of summer go-round with the IC champ and her flunkies, Ellis 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. A few steps behind, Collins had eschewed her usual pre-match coveralls, choosing instead to arrive on scene with her black fightin’ rumble-kini, white pads and black boots already on full display.
When they reached the edge of the ring Mercy went under and Harley Jo went over, the blonde diving beneath the bottom rope while the brunette climbed the apron and swung a leg over the top. They didn’t bother with any coordinated show of force once inside, though no one would argue that the pair made for a rather intimidating sight when they stood side by side with their eyes locked on the stage.
With Collins and Ellis situated and more than ready for the fight, ‘Fancy’ by Iggy Azalea and Charli XCX pumped through the arena. The crowd shot to its feet, unleashing the heavy artillery of a Corps betrayed and not near forgiveness, not that Sanders wanted it.
FANCY:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=O-zpOMYRi0w
Behind the first chords of the hip-hop anthem and the ear-numbing jeers, the Pleasant Valley Pariah stalked onto the stage, snide smirk in place, perhaps because she knew that, no matter what, she’d leave the night’s action with her shimmering Intercontinental title.
Chill strode to center stage, Jasmine behind the title holder, massaging the shoulders of the prize fighter. 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.
KYLIE SANDERS:
Kylie’s attire:
www.yandy.com/Multi-Strapped-Microfiber-Sports-Bra.php
JASMINE WASHINGTON:
KRISTY SANDERS:
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.
Next to her was a former partner and not just any such individual, but one with which she’d held the Tag Team titles, namely cousin Kristy. The Golden Gopher wore a maroon and metallic gold version of her kin’s wardrobe, Kristy ending shoulder to shoulder with Kylie.
Vanilla Chill and Minnesota Not-so-nice showed little interest in Orlando’s lowlife class as the women headed down the ramp and aisle together, Washington a step behind the platinum pixie and her new blonde muscle, talking shyt about everyone and everything.
Reaching the ring, the dual Sanders ascended the steps, Ky dabbing her normal partner, the Hawkeye sharing a moment with J-Dogg.
The reformed Krazy K entered and Kylie couldn’t help but become agitated when ‘TROLL…TROLL…TROLL!’ began to echo through the arena. Kristy provideed ear muffs for the enraged Iowan before giving up the attempt to cancel the noise from the crowd.
Washington screams at the FAWNatics from the sidelines, Jasmine 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, raised it to her cupid’s arrow lips, ignoring the continued jeers from the assembled. She focused her gaze on brunette and blonde across the ring, Kristy menacingly beside her cousin.
“Bytches! You don’t even know,” Kylie shouted. “Kristy wanted your heads and who am I to deny her? She’ll be joining me in your destruction. Hope you each enjoy traction.”
Sanders dropped the stick with a loud ‘CLUNK’ and the FAWNatics let their disapproval bounce off the walls of the arena, the noise reaching ear-pounding decibels.
The Ring Announcer broke in, having acceded to Kylie’s pronouncement, to add an introduction.
“And their opponents, weighing in at a combined 240 pounds. From Pleasant Valley, Iowa and Eden Prairie, Minnesota respectively, the kickin’ ass cousins, representing Hot & Bothered, Kylie and Kristy Sanders.”
Ky led the Real Deal back to the H&B Mach II corner, the original Black Sheep of the Sanders clan stepping through the ropes and taking her place on the apron while Jasmine played cheerleader reluctantly from the floor below.
Kylie didn’t even bother to feign a tag when the bell sounded, she simply swatted Kristy and gave her an encouraging nod before grabbing hold of the tag rope. For her part Sanders part Deux didn’t seem to mind. After all, she’d been wiped out by the combined might of the Mercy Killing and the Ace of Spades at Red, White and Bruised and she was out for revenge. “Get ready, popsicle.” Kristy sneered as she started toward the blonde waiting at center ring. “The leopardess is coming to shred your icy little ass.”
Harley Jo snorted from her place in the opposite corner while Mercy might’ve cracked the ghost of a smile.
“You really gonna let her talk to you like that, sugar?” Collins asked of her first time partner.
“Only until she gets a little closer.” the blonde replied without taking her eyes off the former IC Champion.
Kristy heard the dismissive tone in her adversary’s voice and was less than pleased. “Watch your mouth, Ellis. Otherwise I’ll have to slap it around to the other side of that lumpy head.”
“From all the way over there?” Mercy deadpanned. “That’s an impressive trick for someone who… what do you do again? Carry Kylie’s bags or screen her hate ma--”
The Minnesota Mauler sprang at Ellis with talons aimed directly at the lightweight’s face. Would’ve done some serious damage too, if Mercy hadn’t pivoted around on her left foot to THWHUMP the sole of her right boot into Sanders’s tummy. Kristy ‘unnnngghhed’ and doubled over only to stand up straight when the Heartless Wonder stepped in from the left and pounded a heavy Kneelift into her tits. This left Sanders 2.0 exposed to a similarly heavy kick across the chest and finally a high speed sweep that sent her crashing to the deck flat on her back. Mercy didn’t precisely try for a cover, rather she leaned in over her opponent and grrrrrrrooound the bony ridge of her right forearm into Kristy’s jaw while Merle counted off…
KICK AND SWEEP COMBO:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=LKbOhJsJ4t0
ONE…
Kristy shoved the Assassin back onto her haunches, then rolled clear and scrambled to one knee. “You’re welcome to more of that.” Mercy offered as she ‘snapped’ her trunks taut across her glutes. “Or you and Dogg Face can take a walk while Collins and I deal with the peroxide pariah.”
“I’m not about to walk out on family… or Jasmine.” Kristy noted as she regained her feet. “But I’ll be happy to walk all over you, bytch.” She beckoned Ellis forward and the blonde was quick to oblige, walking down her taller foe from behind a pair of raised fists. Sanders had no interest in engaging in fisticuffs with Mercy, so she settled into a grappler’s crouch but kept her hands raised high enough to intercept the-- Kristy feigned a lunge and Mercy raised her guard to intercept which left her tummy exposed for the Toe Kick Sanders gouged into her navel. Ellis doubled over with a grunt, eyes wide with surprise even as Kristy secured her noggin in a Front Facelock. Slinging the breathless blonde’s near arm across her shoulders, Sanders part Deux helped herself to a handful of waistband, then dropped low and popped her hips to take the smaller woman up, over and down with a gorgeous Snap Suplex.
SNAP SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZL-BgkKEamU
Kristy floated over into a cover but rather than go for a pin she grabbed Mercy by the ponytail, rose to one knee and started pounding away on her forehead with a furious fusillade of right hands! “Yeah, that’s it! Punch her ugly” Kylie shouted support to her cousin over the jeers of the FAWNatics and the intrusive whining of the official. Kristy ignored everyone but ‘cuz until Merle reached ‘FOUR!’, then she cupped the blonde’s ears and hauled her to boot leather. CRAAACK! Sanders laid a nasty Knife-Edge chest across Ellis’s sports bra, followed it with two more when she liked the sound it made. A rude little shove smeared Mercy against the ropes on a neural side of the ring, leaving her with nowhere to go when Kristy pie-faced her with one hand and unleashed about half a dozen Forearm Smashes with the other.
ROPE-LEANED FOREARM SMASHES:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=_c0k5I39iQ4
“I always figured you were an overrated piece of garbage.” Kristy sneered after she’d removed Ellis from the ropes with another rough Front Facelock. “Glad I finally got the chance to prove WHOAH!”
She’d been thinking DDT when Mercy twisted in a quick little half circle and sent the bigger blonde spinning away from her grip. The Black Sheep rolled with it, caught her balance and charged at Ellis but had to go on defense when the Heartless Wonder aimed an Forearm Smash at her jaw. Sanders ducked it at the last moment, hit the ropes a heartbeat later and came back full speed ahead with her own Forearm Smash locked and lo-- Mercy dipped slightly, pressed both hands against the Minnesotan’s midriff and pushed up straight to launch Kristy straight into the lights! Arms pinwheeling wildly to regain some semblance of control over her descent, Sanders didn’t realize Ellis had drawn a bead until the Assassin THWHUMPED a high kick across her collarbone.
Dropped to all fours by Mercy’s weight of shot, Kristy managed to lean back on her knees, which ensured she had the best seat in the house when the other blonde whipped around in a tight little circle and came out on the other side with a low-angled Roundhouse that THWHACKED off the side of Kristy’s skull.
FREE-FALL KICK & LOW ROUNDHOUSE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=GI0ZSqDY0Ac
Understandably concerned for her cousin’s safety, Kylie eased her way between the top and middle rope to make sure she’d be in position to break things up if Kristy couldn’t escape the…
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TWO…
Kristy shoved Ellis away with a full second to spare so the Pernicious Platinum Pixie returned to the apron without making her presence felt. Didn’t mean her encroachment went unnoticed of course, as illustrated when Harley Jo called, “Careful where you step, darlin’. Otherwise you might not like where it leads.”
“Stuff it, hick!” Ky snapped right back. “Otherwise I’ll give you more of what you got at Mayhem!”
The Vicious Volunteer almost suggested Sanders carry out this threat then and there, but her attention was diverted by the arrival of Mercy Ellis and Kristy Sanders. “Well, well, well, what a sorry, bedraggled excuse for a stray kitten. Does she bite?”
Ellis tagged the lanky brunette Destroyer into the match and handed Kristy off once Collins stepped over the top rope. “Likes to make a big fuss.” she admitted when HJC snuggled in on the blonde’s left side and cinched an arm around her waist like she was thinking about a Sidewalk Slam. “Doesn’t have much in the way of teeth though. I think you’ll be fine.”
Satisfied with this intelligence, Harley Jo slid her arm up and pulled back just enough to expose Sanders’s midsection. “Think I saw some dirt on your boots a second ago, Ellis. Feel free to wipe ‘em off right here.”
Mercy thought this an excellent idea so she THWHAPPED a single kick across Hot & Bothered belly, then slipped through the ropes while Collins turned her back on the far corner. Still controlling Kristy with that arm around the chest, Harley Jo reached down with her right hand to grab hold of Sanders’s right kneepad. From there she hauled her up for the aforementioned Sidewalk Slam only she spun Kristy all the way over and dropped to one knee to THWHUMP Sanders’s tummy with a gorgeous Windmill Gutbuster!
WINDMILL GUTBUSTER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Fep3lCda7Ho
Kristy slid off that posted joint and curled up around her aching abdominals so Harley Jo got up and treated herself to a leisurely constitutional that ended near the center of the ring. “Looks like the alley cat’s not doing too well, sugar.” she said to the fuming IC champ. “Maybe it’s time you let J-Dogg off the hook… or is she as gutless as you?”
Jasmine leapt to the apron, cursing the Tennessee Terror in words requiring several bleeps on the broadcast.
“Get yo pasty ass over here,” Washington demanded at the end of her tirade, “And I’ll tear every petal off you, lily.”
Kylie tried to chill Jazzy under her boiling point.
“Stay cool, Dogg,” the Hawkeye purred. “Gurl knows she and the Rousey wannabe ain’t half of what we are.”
Sanders convinced Jasmine to drop back to the floor and Collins seemed impressed.
“You taught her to heel. Good on ya.”
Ky spun toward the lanky, powerful brunette and stuck out her chin, seemingly offering Harley Jo a free shot.
“She’s her own bytch,” Kylie informed. “You’re mine.”
Collins grinned, barely controlling her fast twitch muscles from sending her right boot to the point of Sanders’ chin. As it was, that leg swung forward for a different reason quickly enough.
Despite the warning squeals from the FAWNatics, Collins wasn’t aware of Kristy until Sanders surged from all fours and dove into the back of Harley Jo’s knee with a nasty Chop Block. The Destroyer-class grappler was lowered to that knee, grimacing from the shot to her ligaments. Stubbornly, HJC started to rise before a scythe-like kick from the Black Sheep swept both legs out from under the Volunteer, putting Collins on her ass, long lithe legs extended in front of her.
Standing behind the lowered Collins, Kristy stepped over either shoulder of her foe and collected both wrists. Rolling to the side and landing on all fours, Harley Jo still trapped in a no longer standing Headscissors, Sanders Part Deux SMASHED Collins’s face into the deck a half dozen times with a set of Push-Up Facebusters that left Harley Jo gobsmacked by end of the series.
PUSH-UP FACEBUSTERS:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=l_x3OfF4bQU
Kristy released her Scissors and rose to her feet, hovering over Collins as the brunette reached hands and knees, shrugging off the would-be concussive blows in short order.
Kylie mouthed a silent ‘You OK?’ and her cousin nodded, the former tag team champions rebuilding their trust in each other.
Part Deux pulled Harley Jo up the rest of the way to show she’s worthy of that trust, but the big brunette pushed the Minnesotan back a couple steps, breaking free and swinging a Clothesline toward Sanders’ collarbone.
Kristy deftly ducked the blow, strapping her right arm across Collins’s chest almost simultaneously with the swing and miss from her rival. Part Deux showed the FAWNatics power the original Sanders from Iowa could only possess in her dreams, the Black Sheep vaulting Collins into the air and SLAMMING her to the deck when she laid out with a Side Effect.
SIDE EFFECT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=JF8nmsIzxE4
HJC popped to a near headstand from the force of the impact before timbering to her back. Before Kristy could decide whether Collins might be susceptible to a cover, Vanilla Chill was making the call, demanding her cousin tag her outstretched hand.
Temporarily torn, the Real Deal swallowed hard and pushed to her feet. She turned, strode to, and slapped palms with the Hawkeye. As she started to head out, Ky grabbed her kin by a shoulder.
“No so fast, partner.”
Kristy’s face turns from disappointment to delight as she realized Kylie wanted to play a quick game of doubles all over the reeling Volunteer.
Both blondes traipsed to Collins and, despite Mercy’s and the ref’s protestations, each Sanders took a wrist and hauled HJC to her feet. Kristy and Kylie bullied the wobbly brunette deep into the ropes and flung her to the opposite side of the ring with a double Irish Whip. Locking hands, Krazy K raced at a rebounding Harley Jo with their arms set in a Double Clothesline. But as the towering brunette reached the seemingly inevitable, the Tennessee Terror dipped beneath. All three women spun on a dime, but it’s Harley Jo, with both arms wide, that surged forward first and NAILED both cousins with a powerful pair of lariats that nearly behead the blondes.
Kylie and Kristy ROCKETED to the deck from the impact, the back of their braincases clunking against the canvas, both in momentary matchbooks before opening into stereo spreadeagles. The crowd roared at the marvelous turn of events.
Skidding to a stop, Collins turned and tended to Kristy first. Plucking her off the canvas, HJC bumrushed the Black Sheep toward her corner where Mercy’s raised a boot high over the top rope. Part Deux was sent headlong into the shoe leather, her forehead THUNKING into Mercy’s footwear. Kristy pirouetted to a spot on the canvas where she absently rolled out under the bottom rope and plopped to the floor.
Collins had the staggering Intercontinental champion in her sights, Ky making her feet but not all the way back to coherence, wobbling drunkenly as she tried to find her foe’s whereabouts. Finally, she discovers Harley Jo who dipped close, pressing a hand into Kylie’s chest and crotch. Showing the power Kylie has no answer for, the Volunteer MILITARY PRESSES VANILLA CHILL HIGH OVERHEAD, the assembled roaring in amazement.
The elevated Kylie shook her head wildly, hazel eyes bulging.
“NO…PLEEEASE!”
Harley Jo wasn’t interested in taking requests. She let Kylie drop from the heights onto bended knee, Sanders absolutely GUTTED from that height. Ky rolled off the bony joint onto her back, sucking wind and gagging.
MILITARY PRESS GUTBUSTER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=I16zOtO5p-k
HJC caught her foe before she could roll out of the ring and pulled her cavewoman-style back to the center by an ankle where Collins passed on a pin. Instead, the brunette hauled Chill’s ass to her feet and snuggled in from behind, wrapping her left arm over Ky’s left shoulder while her right arm swung between the Iowan’s legs.
Enjoying taking her strength advantage for another spin, Collins lifted a squirming Sanders off the canvas, the Hawkeye strapped across HJC’s chest, pointed outward. Harley Jo spun the platinum pixie outward, swinging her around until the blonde was controlled on her left side where Collins nearly broke Kylie in half with a Catatonic Gutbuster that looked like it might have put a dent in Chill’s sternum.
CATATONIC GUTGUSTER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Z6FWL_TOSp4
As the elfin Iowan spasmed in pain, Harley Jo spreads the demolished IC champ flat and wide, pushing her body tight into Kylie’s in a Lateral Press, the Tennessee Terror hooking a leg for good measure for the…
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TWO…
THRENOOO!
Kristy was still unavailable and Jasmine proved out of position for a rescue so it’s a good thing for Hot & Bothered that Kylie’s infamous ability to take punishment and survive showed in the nick of time.
Collins regarded the official with an arched eyebrow, but offered no other complaint when he confirmed the near-fall. “Seems this one fancies herself a double team artist.” the Witch of Razorback Holler told Mercy in the midst of hauling Sanders to boot leather with a handful of hair. “Maybe we can show her a few things about that particular area of endeavor.”
Ellis smiled prettily and raised her hand for the tag. “Oh, I think we can teach her a lot.”
Determined to do just that, HJC drew the reeling Iowan into a Front Facelock and forced her to backpedal toward the unfriendliest corner of the squared circle. Washington protested this development at the top of her lungs (Kristy was currently unable, as she was still shaking off the big brunette’s thunderous Lariat) but J-Dogg’s barks all came to naught when Collins ‘clapped’ her heartless partner into the match. Already loud, the FAWNatics kicked it up by several decibels when Ellis grabbed hold of the top rope and climbed her way to the high rent district. Never known for her highflying prowess, Mercy still looked quite at home as she waited for Harley Jo to sling Kylie’s near arm across her shoulders and snag a handful of waistband. After that it was a quick trip from six to high noon, the Tennessee Terror vaulting her smaller foe into the sky for a gorgeous Delayed Vertical Suplex. ‘ONE… TWO…. THREE…. FOUR…’
Mercy straightened up and leapt out into the void, the Assassin twisting sideways in mid-air to ‘SMECK’ against Kylie’s exposed tummy with a gorgeous Diving Crossbody that provided enough momentum to send both Sanders and her partner tumbling to the thinly-sheathed plywood. Harley Jo rolled under the bottom rope like it was no big deal, Kylie on the other hand turned to one side and curled up around the collection of aches that was her midsection. Alas, Mercy cared not for these ailments (she wasn’t the Heartless Wonder for nothing) and she’d peeled Sanders off the deck almost the moment after she’d rolled through the Crossbody.
Give the devil her due, Ky got the other blonde’s hands out of her hair thanks to a well-placed shove, but separation was about all it got her as Ellis whipped around on one foot and pumped a quick Back Kick into the IC champ’s belly. Sanders groaned and folded over her mangled midsection, thus giving Mercy all the time she needed to run the ropes to her opponent’s left. THWHUMP! Ellis heralded her return with a nasty Kneelift that caught Kylie flush in the chest! Knocked back on her heels by the heavy strike, she offered no complaint when Ellis laid claim to her left wrist and stretched it out as she snuggled in beside. Right leg hooked over Sanders’s left, Mercy cupped the blonde’s chin in her free hand and snapped backward to plant Kylie on the mat with a textbook Russian Leg Sweep!
KNEELIFT & RUSSIAN LEG SWEEP:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=p2e5gyPRvqw
Somersaulting backward out of the landing, Ellis came up on her knees and scooted into a snug Reverse Face Sit that drew a roar of approval from the crowd and shrieks of disgust from Hot & Bothered. Not content to simply offer her spandex for Ky’s inspection, the Assassin curled her hands into fists and pak-pak-PAAAKKED away at her rival’s belly while Merle tolled the…
ONE….
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
Sanders palmed Ellis’s glutes and shoved as hard as she could, forcing the domineering blonde from her mount with a half second to spare. “Yuuuhhh… you nasty bytch.” Ky sputtered in the aftermath of the gluteal grind. “You’re gonna wish you’d stayed out of my UNNNNGGGHHH!”
Mercy snatched her left wrist, yanked it away from her torso and kicked her in the ribs. “Trust me cutie, I have no problem standing in your way.” Ellis taunted while hauling the Iowan to her feet. “Just like I’ve got no problem knocking you on your ass… or tying you in a screaming knot.” Not that anyone doubted such a claim from the Blonde with the Iron Fists, yet Mercy delighted in backing up her claims with tangible proof, which was why she wasted no time in stuffing Ky’s left wrist between her thighs. Securing it in place with her right hand, she reached over with the left, slipped it under Sanders’s left bicep and CRAAAAAAAANKED back on the captured limb to complete a Pumphandle-style Abdominal Stretch.
PUMPHANDLE ABDOMINAL STRETCH:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=23fDbL4ungQ
Using the trapped left wrist as a handle, Mercy slowly turned the both of ‘em toward the Hot & Bothered corner, not only to keep an eye on Kristy and Jasmine, but to give them a glimpse of the future if they were foolish enough to interfere. As for Kylie, she was oblivious to the other blonde’s machinations, as she was focused on enduring the pain of the hold and the agony of Merle’s foolish questions. “Would you just get the hell away from me!” she barked at the official. “I’m not gonna submit to this AAAAARRHHH!”
Ellis reefed on the barred arm and compounded the Iowan’s misery by jouncing Kylie’s wedged forearm against her own crotch no less than half a dozen times. “Choose your next words carefully, Sanders.” Mercy threatened. “Unless you want to trade that IC title for tensor tapPPEERRRGGHH!”
Kylie managed to wrap her straining right hand around Ellis’s ponytail, which she then attempted to remove with several hard tugs. Mercy didn’t bother with a warning as Merle had those covered, instead she dipped her knees and muscled the other blonde off her moorings so Kylie was squirming around chest-level. Then she went up on tiptoe and dropped to her knees to THWHUMP the Pernicious Platinum Pixie into the mat courtesy of a Pumphandle Drop. Sanders with hard, rolled onto one side, instinctively reaching for Kristy. Mercy noted this, blew the Black Sheep a kiss and promptly rolled Kylie back to start so she could stretch out across her chest for the…
PUMPHANDLE DROP:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=PaagrXKUIqg
ONE…
TWO…
THR--
Kristy came through the ropes with a Double Axehandle at the ready, but Mercy saw it coming and she sprang to her feet, forcing Sanders Part Deux to hit the brakes.
“Go ahead, sheep face.” Ellis cooed. “Take your shot. Make it count.”
Kristy started forward only for Merle to wrap an arm around her waist. “You’re lucky he’s here, bytch!” she shouted as the ref walked her back to the corner. “When I get my hands on you you’re going to scream!”
The Heartless Wonder stretched her arms wide and took a few steps forward. “Whenever you’re ready, wool-for-brains.” Kristy sneered and made one final lunge, but Merle’s defenses held strong and it amounted to nothing. Disappointed by the other Sanders’s lack of dedication, Mercy wheeled around, grabbed a handful of Kylie’s hair and “NNNNNNGGGGGHHHHH!”
The Intercontinental Champion caught her between the thighs with a gawdawful Uppercut.
Growling in satisfaction as Ellis crumpled to her knees in slow motion, Kylie got to her feet, snatched a handful of ponytail and wrenched the Assassin’s head back so she could CLOUT her across the cheek with three CRAAACKING Bytch Slaps! Doubling down on the hair-hold after scorching Mercy’s cheek, Sanders dipped into a deep squat so she could roar, “YOU’RE NOT ON MY LEVEL, BEEYOTCH! YOU’LL NEVER BE ON MY LEVEL!”
To that end she stuffed Ellis’s head between her thighs, cinched a Waistlock around her midsection and flipped her upside down before actually running toward her corner! Lest you think this nothing more than a fancy way for Sanders to close some distance, the Pleasant Valley Pariah kicked her legs forward and dropped to her tush to THWHONK the crown of Mercy’s skull into the canvas with a savage Piledriver! Pushing to one knee as Ellis slopped to her back in a glassy-eyed starfish, Ky clapped some dirt off her hands, then stretched out across the blonde’s chest for…
SNAP RUNNING PILEDRIVER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=1WmsUVFxqQw
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOO!
The former MMA star shoved a shoulder up to the dismay of the Hawkeye, Ky in disbelief anyone could survive the driver. Sanders jawed at Merle enthusiastically while Kristy did the same at her cousin, the Real Deal recovered enough, in her opinion, to lay the wood to Ellis.
Acceding to her more powerful kin, Kylie snatched a handful of flaxen locks and led Mercy to the Krazy K corner like a dog on a leash, a wobbly Ellis choosing to follow rather than lose a handful of follicles.
The Pleasant Valley Pariah offered a hand and Kristy slapped her way into the match. Instead of proceeding in, Part Deux headed up the buckles on the outside. Kylie hauled Mercy to her feet, then slipped ’round behind. Lowering, Ky shoved her head between Mercy’s thighs, her arms encircling the Assassin’s thighs. No powerhouse, Ky still managed to lift Mercy to an Electric Chair position with a little shimmy rippling through her stems.
With Mercy elevated and Kristy reaching her perch, the Black Sheep jumped over the moon and SMASHED a Clothesline across Ellis’ throat. Part Deux peeled the blonde off her cousin, Mercy back-flipping to a chest-first collision with the canvas. Mercy hit with enough force she bounced to all fours then settled on her haunches hugging her aching orbs.
Sanders raced to the ropes behind the Heartless Wonder and rebounded toward her target. Kristy flipped over Mercy’s right shoulder, grabbing Ellis’ noggin on the fly-by, PLANTING the blonde’s face into the deck with impunity. While Kristy somersaulted to her feet, sticking the landing with arms wide, perfect pearlies flashing, Ellis absently flopped to her back.
Kristy clowned the jeering fans until a shout from Jasmine brings back Sanders’s focus. The Golden Gopher leapt on the splayed Assassin and secured a Crossbody pin for the…
ONE…
TWO…
Ellis kicked free. Kylie slapped the top buckle in frustration, left to wonder if the match would have been over if her cousin hadn’t played to the assembled. Looking for retribution for her foe’s escape, the Real Deal tugged a rubbery Ellis to her feet. She RAMMED a right forearm into Mercy’s jaw, rocking the former MMA fighter. But Ellis remained upright and gave as good as she got with a return volley that WHIPPED Kristy’s head to the side.
Not about to let Mercy get the better of this exchange, Sanders NAILED Ellis again only for Mercy to swing with return fire, hitting Kristy with such force, the blonde dropped to a knee. She bounced back up to offer another volley. However, this time Mercy blocked and laid into Ky’s cousin with one shot, then two, then THREE, Kristy unable to defend. Wobbling, arms leaden at her side, the Minnesotan ATE a European Uppercut and staggered into a neutral corner.
Hitting spine-first against the buckles, Kristy rebounded toward the waiting Mercy who lined up the Clothesline that would finally put the sturdy Black Sheep on her back. But Sanders ducked under. The grapplers were back to back after Mercy’s swing and miss. Kristy quickly locked elbows with Ellis and leaned forward as she shrugged Mercy across her back, the Assassin’s legs folding so she couldn’t touch the canvas.
Maneuvering expertly, Kristy shifted to Mercy’s left side, wrapping an arm around the blonde’s throat. With the former MMA star set, Kristy laid out, DRIVING Mercy’s face and chest into the thinly-sheathed plywood with her Twin Cities Tumbler.
TWIN CITIES TUMBLER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=zUnS9XJdtxo
Ellis flopped to her back and there’s no hesitation from Sanders this time. Instantly, she dropped her body atop her foe and hooked a leg high and tight for the…
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOO!
Looking dead to rights, Mercy nonetheless kicked free with Merle’s palm a few inches from the canvas, a clearly distressed Harley Jo breathing a sigh of relief, while Kylie raged at the tardy ref. J-Doog’s pressed her palms to her forehead, incredulous.
“You gotta hold on,” she complained to Ky’s cousin. “COME ON!”
Kristy turned her hazel lasers in the Dogg’s direction.
“Shut it.” Sanders Part Deux advises.
Jasmine appeared ready to fly into the ring and see if Kristy could make her, but Vanilla demanded both women Chill. Each swallowed hard and the Real Deal got back to work, dragging a cloudy-eyed Ellis of the deck and ‘guiding’ her toward the Krazy K corner.
Kristy tagged the Hawkeye and unsurprisingly it’s both Sanders in with the Heartless Wonder. While Collins and the FAWNatics made their feelings known, the golden-maned kin bullied Ellis against the ropes and used the spring to send Ellis barreling to the opposite cables. Kristy and Kylie took their place center stage as Mercy returned.
The former MMA star reached them at full speed and the cousins dipped, each collecting Mercy around a thigh. Holding on, each Sanders laid out and sent Ellis SLAMMING into the canvas face and chest first.
While Merle grabbed an elbow and escorted a rising Kristy to the sidelines, Ky pushed Ellis to her back and genuflected, her right shin pressing into Mercy’s throat. Ellis flailed wildly as her windpipe was closed by Ky’s crushing stem. When the returned Merle complains, the Platinum Pixie raised her arms high in innocence, but the official understands it’s not those limbs that were the problem. The man started his count and Kylie lifts off the red-faced Ellis at FOUR.
Chill took a victory lap, getting the most pleasure in taunting the lanky, powerful brunette with a middle finger. She returned to Mercy, who’s made it to her knees. Ky sank a set of talons into the Assassin’s scalp only to have Mercy ball a fist and force it into Sanders’ ivory midriff. Ky doubles slightly. She prepared a clubbing response, but Mercy literally beat her to the punch and, with this impaling blow, Kylie’s hazel eyes went buggy. Ellis placed her palms on either lowered shoulder and shoved Sanders.
Chill stumbled in reverse into the corner of her foes where Harley Jo landed a not altogether legal shot to the back of Sanders’s skull. The Platinum Pixie lurched forward, features etched in pain. As the Intercontinental champion staggered to a stop in the middle, Mercy was traveling in the opposite direction. She leapt to a tag of Collins, the throng erupting in anticipation.
Turning and seeing Harley Jo in the confines, Kylie threw up her palms plaintively, begging off the bigger brunette. She backpedaled a step or two before tripping over herself and ending on her ass.
With one palm still outstretched, Ky ‘washed a window’. The other was flat to the canvas, helping her scoot backward to the Krazy K corner where Kristy waited, arm outstretched, willing to take on the Vicious Volunteer.
Collins raced at the slow-moving title holder and shot right by, leaping into a flying forearm to Kristy’s chops that sent the would-be entrant flying to the floor. Spinning on her spandex-covered cheeks to face Collins, Ky scrambled to her knees and pressed her palms together, begging for mercy from the Witch of Razorback Holler.
Collins smirked at the imploring blonde. “Don’t even bother.”
She strode toward Sanders, or tried to, finding Jasmine’s arms wrapped around her left ankle, keeping HJC anchored in the corner. With Collins distracted, trying to kick free, Kylie hopped to her boot soles, sprinted toward Harley Jo, then dipped and BURIED a shoulder into the big brunette’s abdomen, Spearing Collins DEEP between the buckles.
“Cut that crap out, Jasmine!” Merle barked over the steady ‘thum-thum-thum-THUMP!’ of the IC champ shoveling shoulder after shoulder into the brunette’s midsection. “I mean it, get involved one more time and I’ll throw the whole match out!”
“The hell you will.” Ky huffed once she was finally satisfied with the miles put on Harley Jo’s lanky chassis. “We’re going to put this opossum chomping hater away and you’re going to sit there like a good little nerd and count one, two, three, got it?”
The ref started to protest, but Sanders spun away and extended a hand to Kristy, who’d returned to the apron a heartbeat prior. A ‘CLAP’ between the cousins earned jeers from the crowd, a round of applause from J-Dogg and more trouble for Collins as Hot & Bothered each lowered a shoulder to muscle the winded Destroyer into a seat on the top turnbuckle. “C’mon, we don’t have much time.” Ky swatted Kristy on the shoulder even as she climbed onto the second turnbuckle, positioning herself a little to Collins’s right. The Black Sheep watched Kylie secure the Front Facelock and quickly followed her lead, posting up on HJC’s left, then doubling down on the Facelock. With Harley Jo’s head thoroughly under their control, the duplicitous duo slung an arm over their shoulders, then reached down, snatched a handful of trunks and--
Harley Jo didn’t budge.
Cursing, they tried again, but the Vicious Volunteer remained anchored to the top buckle. Their third attempt was in the offering when Collins wrenched her noggin free and reared back like a copperhead ready to strike. Credit to Hot & Bothered, they snatched hold of the brunette’s hair and would’ve teed off on her if Harley Jo hadn’t palmed their heads and THUMPED them together like a pair of Midwestern coconuts!
Kylie grunted and dropped from the corner at once, Kristy however fought to maintain her perch and paid the price for her tenacity when Collins slapped on a Facelock of her own. Laying claim to Sanders’s waistband, Harley Jo dipped down and muscled the Black Sheep to about two o’clock, then slung her forward and down into a gawdawful freefall that ended with Kristy THWHUMING onto her face, chest and belly!
Ky felt the impact only inches away, looked up and ‘eeped’ when the Tennessee Terror snatched a handful of hair. Deciding discretion was the better part of valor, Ky grabbed the top rope and shouted, “ROPES! GET HER OFF, I’M IN THE ROPES!”
Merle agreed, quickly (and correctly) pointing out that Ky was no longer the legal member of her team and thusly needed to leave the ring. Harley nodded her understanding, hopped down from the corner and wheeled around in a half circle to make sure Sanders had plenty of momentum when she went flying over the top rope to land on a patch of ground occupied by Jasmine Washington only heartbeats prior. “Grab me again and see what happens, you yappy little bytch.” she threatened. “I’ll aim for the tenth row this time.”
“In your dreams, cracker.” J-Dogg snapped back. “You better stay out of my way if you don’t wanna HEY! Look at me when I’m talking to you!”
Alas Harley Jo paid her no mind, as Jazz was far less interesting than peeling Sanders Part Deux off the mat. Controlling Kristy with a snug grasp at the nape of her neck, Collins pounded three quick punches into her foe’s tummy, then switched over to a Wristlock and sent her bounding into the ropes. Still winded from her fall from the high rent district, Sanders didn’t even try to slow her progress, she just bounced off the strands and into the waiting arms of HJC, who stuffed both hands into the Minnesotan’s tummy and launched her into the lights. The descent wasn’t quite so far this time, unfortunately the landing was just as bad if not worse, as Collins went down on one knee to THWHUMP her foe’s ribs with an improvised Gutbuster.
POP-UP GUTBUSTER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=ga2Q1iEFs7w
Kristy bounced up from the impact and backpedaled toward the H & B corner only to stop several feet short because Harley Jo caught a huge double handful of hair. Grinning happily as she reeled Kristy into a Standing Headscissors, HJC slipped her arms under the smaller woman’s biceps and locked her hands to complete the Double Underhook. “Get outta there, dammit!” Jasmine barked at the Black Sheep as Collins set to draw an Ace of Spades. “Dammit, don’t you blow this for us ya--”
Kylie streaked through the ropes and THWHUMPED a Double Axehandle into the base of Harley Jo’s neck, forcing her to drop her familial burden. “Goddamned gnat.” the brunette growled as she rounded on the Intercontinental Champion. “I’m gonna hang you up before I rip your guts EERRRRGGGHHHHH!”
Kylie raaaaaaaaaaked Collins across the eyes, went low and earned a grudging rumble of applause from the FAWNatics when she muscled the Destroyer onto her shoulders in a Fireman’s Carry! “Yuuuhhh… you aren’t gonna do shite…” she huffed over Merle’s protestations. “…except cool your big ass off in Chill VallOOOOOWWWWWW!”
Harley Jo paid back the Eye Rake with one of her own and shrugged clear of Kylie’s grasp in the ensuing confusion. Not giving a good goddamn if Kylie was the legal Sanders or not, Harley Jo caught the Platinum Pixie by the wrist and whipped her into Mercy’s corner as hard as she could. Ellis saw her coming and shifted to one side to make sure she didn’t catch an elbow when Sanders BWUUUNGED spine-first into the turnbuckles. “Fancy meeting you here.” the Heartless Wonder cooed as she cinched an arm around the other blonde’s throat and reefed back in an impromptu Sleeper!
J-Dogg drew Merle’s attention to the infraction at once but the referee gave it only a cursory glance as neither was the legal half of her team. That distinction fell to Harley Jo and Kristy, the former pounding away on the latter with several heavy Kneelifts to the belly. “You still got the gnat over there, Ellis?” Collins called out after she’d taken hold of the Mauler’s right wrist.
“She’s not going anywhere.” Mercy replied as she continued to crush the air from Kylie’s lungs.
Glad to hear it, Harley Jo stepped back, dropped a shoulder and slung Kristy down her cousin’s back-trail. Sanders Part Deux saw the collision coming and spun into it, meaning the rest of Ky’s oxygen left in a breathy ‘UUNNNGGHH!’ when Kristy’s butt slammed into her tummy. With the cousins stacked like cordwood, Harley Jo set off toward her corner like a freight train and proceeded to jump the proverbial tracks with a low hop that-- Kristy spun clear of the Avalanche with a whisper to spare, but Kylie wasn’t nearly so lucky and she was CRUSHED beneath the brunette’s onrushing bulk.
Stepping away from the pasty-faced blonde, Collins hauled her out of the corner with one hand and tagged in Mercy with the other. “Help me take out the trash, would yaWHOOOAAAAAHHH!” HJC’s request was rudely interrupted by Kristy, the powerful battler plowing into her brunette hard enough to send the Vicious Volunteer and the Pleasant Valley Pariah spilling between the top and middle ropes to land heavily on the outside.
“That’s right, beeyotch!” Kristy crowded the ropes to shout down at the departed Collins. “Now keep your punk ass out of my NNNNGGHHH!”
Mercy tagged her between the eyes with a Roundhouse delivered from her spot on the apron. “Stop stealing my lines, asshole.” the Heartless Wonder ordered as Sanders stumbled backward into the center of the ring. Hands on the top rope, Mercy lined up her shot, then leapt onto the rubber-coated steel and sprang out into the void, Mercy’s right knee rising to chest-level to THWHONK Kristy in the temple. Knees watery, eyes glazed, the Black Sheep spun onto her back in a drunken sprawl and only grunted quietly when Ellis splashed across her chest and hooked the near leg for…
SPRINGBOARD KNEE STRIKE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=owIy8tISyJM
ONE…
TWO…
THRE--
“FOOT’S ON THE ROPE!” Jasmine bellowed as loud as she could. “HER FOOT’S ON THE ROPE, CRACKA!”
His count stopped by sheer volume rather than any real twitch from Sanders Part Deux, Merle looked up and sure enough Kristy’s ankle was draped over the bottom rope. Of course that was because J-Dogg had set it there mere heartbeats prior, as the FAWNatics tried to explain to no avail. Mercy figured out Wash’s game at once, but rather than deviate from the task at hand she buried a fist in Kristy’s hair and dragged her to a seat. Roused to action by some deep-seated survival instinct, Sanders hooked an arm over the middle strand and sputtered, “Guuhhh… get her off me! I’m in the ropeSEEERRRHHHHHH!”
Ellis twisted her wrist and puuuuuuuuulled like she meant to remove a patch of the other woman’s scalp. The crowd saw no problem with lapse in the rules, alas Merle was no so forgiving and he began a count that only ended when Mercy relinquished at ‘FOUR!’ “Get up, cupcake.” the Assassin barked after she’d been backed most of the way to center ring. “Don’t make me come to get you.”
Kristy raised a hand to flip her adversary the bird. “What’s the matter, bytch? ‘Fraid I might knock your overrated ass o--”
Ellis stormed in with the intention of bloodying her knuckles, but the Minnesota Mauler proved just a tad quicker when she grabbed hold of the other blonde’s waistband. Yanking forward even as she twisted to her right, Sanders ensured an appropriately heartless landing for Mercy, one that ‘TWAAANGED’ her throat-first across the second strand! Caught unawares by the Golden Gopher’s viper-like quickness, Ellis snapped back like she’d touched a live wire, both hands pressed tight to her burning neck.
“Hey, cut it out with the ropes, Kristy!” Merle shouted at Ky’s reprobate cousin. “You know you can’t--”
“Don’t preach rules to me when that hillbilly bytch is trying to choke Kylie with a camera cord, asshole!”
“What?” the ref wheeled around and hurried over to the other side of the ring, where the IC champ and the Witch of Razorback Holler were presently pounding one another from pillar to post. The violence was such that Harley Jo could’ve well used the aforementioned cord at some point, unfortunately for Mercy it was simply a ploy to distract the official while Kristy THWHUMPED a vicious punt between her thighs.
Already short of breath, Ellis managed little more than a pained wheeze when the Low Blow knocked her up on tiptoe. She almost certainly would’ve crumpled to her knees if the Black Sheep hadn’t spun her around, hooked both arms at the elbows and dipped down, wedging her head between the other blonde’s thighs. “Little help, Doggy?” Kristy snarled to Jasmine the moment she’d hauled her suffering burden into the ominous upside down stall of the MDK.
Jazz didn’t much care for Sanders’s tone, but she endured it for the team and because she didn’t much care for the blonde trussed to Kristy’s back. So she scrambled onto the apron, hurried to the top rope and paused just long enough to make sure Merle was still preoccupied. Then she leapt into the aether, raised her knees to chest level and delivered a brutal Double Stomp to Ellis’s tush, thus providing more than enough momentum for Kristy to drop to a seat. The THA-WHAM of Mercy getting MDKristy’d into next week raised a roar from the crowd and finally recaptured Merle’s attention (just AFTER Washington slipped under the bottom rope of course), causing him to dive halfway across the ring to register Kristy’s gaudy double bicep flex of a Front Face Sit for the…
DOUBLE STOMP & MDKRISTY:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=k6QXmu0gcN4
ONE…
TWO…
THREE!
Distracted by the clang of the bell, Harley Jo looked up from pounding Kylie’s forehead into the apron, then cursed something rather unprintable when the Announcer confirmed, “Ladies and gentlemen, your winners via pin-fall… HOT AND BOTHERED!”
Freed from the redneck’s grasp (and galvanized by the sound of her music) Kylie rolled under the bottom rope and was immediately welcomed into the open arms of Kristy and Jasmine. “We put ‘em in their place, cuz!” Sanders Part Deux exclaimed while kicking invisible dirt on the fallen blonde. “That’ll teach that wannabe ninja skank to step to us!”
Jasmine, who’d snatched the belt away from Merle, handed it to the Pleasant Valley Pariah and slapped the faceplate. “Lookin’ good, champ. You want to put this poseur away for good?”
Kylie slung the belt over one shoulder and made a show of stepping on Mercy’s chest before turning around to lock eyes with the Tennessee Terror. “I think we’ve proved our point with this piece of crap.” Ky grrrrrrooooound her sole against Mercy’s top for emphasis. “But if the flannel freak wants some, I think we should give her all she could handle. How about that, freak? You want us to send your ass back to the trailer park for good?”
The odds were most certainly not in her favor, yet Collins grabbed hold of the top rope, climbed onto the apron and into the squared circle. “Way I see it, one of two things is gonna happen.” Harley Jo noted. “Either ya’ll are gonna back off and let me collect my partner peaceably, or you’re gonna swarm me like a bunch of feral dogs. Either one’s fine with me, but I’m not much one for waitin’ around.”
Kylie snorted, stomped on Mercy’s tits just because she could. “All that white lightning’s rotted your brain, hasn’t it? You really think there’s any version of this story that ends without you laid out flat on your--”
“WATCH OUT, KYNNNGGGGHH!” J-Dogg shoved Kylie aside at the last possible second, meaning she took the brunt of the big brunette’s left shin square on the cheek.
MOONSHINER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=0rTdyRs9e_U
Forced to catch hold of the champ when Jazz shoved her clear of the Moonshiner, Kristy put herself between Ky and Collins and growled, “You’ll have to go through me, beeHEY! LEGGO YOU--”
THWHACK!
Mercy grabbed hold of the Black Sheep’s ankle, distracting her long enough for HJC to floor her with an explosive Big Boot.
“Two mutts down.” Harley Jo muttered as she pushed off one knee. “Now where’d the head bytch get off UUUUNNNNNGGGGHHHH!”
The Pernicious Platinum Pixie walloped Collins between the shoulders with that ten pounds of leather and gold, dropping the Destroyer to all fours in a single stroke.
“What was that, freak?” Ky barked at the penitent brunette. “Did you think you were going to beat me? Let me tell you something Collins, this is the closest you’re EVER going to get to my title!” This brought no suitable response from Harley Jo, so Sanders snatched a handful of hair, hauled her to her knees and proceeded to grrrrrrrrrrrind the faceplace against the southerner’s forehead. “Look at it, loser! Take a nice, long look! Because that’s all you’re ever gonna GUUURRRRHHHK!”
Collins wrapped a hand around Kylie’s throat and squeezed with all her might. “Just you and me now, sugar.” Harley Jo purred once she’d regained her feet. “Hope you like the taste of blood in your mouTHHEERRRGGHHH!”
Kristy caught her with a Double Axehandle while Jasmine’s Chopblock took the Vicious Volunteer to one knee. But Collins didn’t break her grip, at least not until Kylie landed an Axehandle of her own on the brunette’s elbow.
Bustling out of the ring before the psychotic redneck could mount another offensive, Kylie and Co. backed up the ramp with the champ flanked on both sides. “JUST STAY OUT OF OUR WAY, BEEYOTCH!” Ky roared. “SHOW YOUR FACE ONE MORE TIME AND WE’LL PUT YOU OUT WITH THE REST OF THE TRASH!”
Seemingly unaware of the gash on her forehead opened by Kylie’s golden grind, Harley Jo stood up and lurched over to the ropes. “That a fact, sugar? Then I guess I’ll have to make sure you don’t see me coming.”
FAWN’s Most Hated simply snorted, then secured the belt around her waist so Kristy and Jasmine could each raise a hand. The brash trio was still savoring their victory when the broadcast cut away to a hype video for the World Title Match.