Post by dsb on Oct 19, 2018 22:13:46 GMT
The house lights faded away, leaving the squared circle and the Announcer the only point of light in the whole of the FAWN Arena. It gave everything a big fight feel, which was quite appropriate considering that this was a very big fight indeed. “Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall with a twenty minute time limit and it is for the FAWN Intercontinental Championship! Introducing first, being accompanied to the ring by Mercy Ellis, hailing from Jackson, Tennessee she stands at five feet ten inches tall and weighs in tonight at one hundred and forty-eight pounds, she is the Coutrycidal Maniac, the Queen of Razorback Holler, this is HARLEY JO COLLINS!”
SHINE DOWN:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=4xACHH5-QwY
HARLEY JO COLLINS:
MERCY ELLIS:
Accompanied by Godsmack and her ever present smirk, the Tennessee Terror and the Blond with the Iron Fists pushed the curtain aside, the former offering the crowd a little salute while the latter merely scanned the perimeter for threats. Producing her pre-fight libation (straight bourbon for such a special occasion) a bit earlier than usual, Collins helped herself to a strong pull, then offered it to Ellis, who did much the same. “Much obliged for the assist tonight, Mercy.” the challenger noted once she’d tucked the drink away again. “Seems Sanders always has extra hands on her side, struck me as only fair that I bring a set of my own.”
“Don’t consider this an assist, Harley.” Ellis noted blandly. “This is vengeance, plain and simple. Sanders is yours, but the rest of her bytch pack belongs to me.”
“More n’ fair.” Harley Jo noted as she started down the ramp. As was her custom, Collins wore a pair of ancient denim overalls that were mostly there to serve as safe passage for her libation of choice, as you’ve already observed. As for the Assassin, she’d chosen black denim and her classic white ’Heartless Wonder’ tank-top with the null set symbol taking the place of the ’O’.
Reaching the shadow of the ring with no sign of sneak attack from the H&B legions, Harley Jo drew that much more noise from the crowd once she put a hand to one shoulder and undid the clasps on the overalls, leaving them in a puddle at her feet. Stripped to the essentials, she wore a black fightin’ rumble-kini, white pads and ‘Stars and Bars’ patterned boots. From there she slid under the bottom rope, pushed to her feet and strode to the middle of the ring while Mercy stalked around to a suitable scouting position on the far side of the ring. “No way around now, Ky.” Collins said under her breath. “The only way out is through, and darlin’, you ain’t gettin’ through.”
FAWN’s most hated platinum blonde pixie had her hazel peepers glued to the monitor backstage as Collins commanded the ring and the crowd, looking confident and powerful.
“Why the hell is Christian giving her ANOTHER shot?” Sanders asked to none of three people surrounding her in particular. “We beat them. Kristy and I beat her and that MMA urchin. And so she gets ANOTHER chance to steal my gold?” Ky groused, ignoring Harley Jo’s DQ win against the blonde the month before.
“It’s Da Man,” J-Dogg growled. “Ain’t no other reason, Chill.”
“But it doesn’t matter, cuz,” Sanders Part Deux chimed in. “You’re a superstar. She’s a hillbilly from the Holler.”
Jasmine nods.
“Shyt, yeah.”
Washington rubbed the nervous champ’s shoulders from behind.
“She ees beeg, zo,” Hot & Bothered’s new soldier announces, playing zee Capteen Obvious.
Kristy rolled her eyes in the Frenchwoman’s direction and LeBlanc got the message.
“But ve vill be zehr,” Cosette added. “Ve have zee control outside and you veel dominate wizzin.”
The Hawkeye gave the faceplate of the Intercontinental belt strapped around her waist a slap.
“YES!” she shouted to herself more than any of her compatriots. “Let’s Chill this bytch out!”
Kylie bounced from side to side and finally headed through the curtain when Iggy and Charlie belted H&B’s anthem ‘Fancy’ throughout the arena.
FANCY:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=O-zpOMYRi0w
Vanilla was flanked by her current partner J-Dogg and former tag teamers Kristy and LeBlanc. They gathered center stage in a phalanx of FAWN pulchritude.
The FAWNatics unleashed their hatred upon the Pleasant Valley Pariah at Mania levels, the arena air reverberating with the decibels.
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:
Hot & Bothered fashion:[/b]
www.yandy.com/Multi-Strapped-Microfiber-Sports-Bra.php
JASMINE WASHINGTON:
KRISTY SANDERS:
COSETTE LEBLANC:
She unhooked the title strap and held it high then dropped it over her right shoulder.
On the FAWNtron behind her, ‘‘VANILLA CHILL IN DA HOUSE BYTCHES!’ appeared in ten-foot high, gold letters. Her crew showed Sanders off, the Nubian beauty Jasmine raising a wrist of the former fan favorite, the boos falling like a downpour.
Vanilla Chill didn’t bother with the lowlifes on the rail as the women stormed down the ramp and aisle together. The champ focused on no one but the lanky brunette in the ring, the veteran determined to make another Mania Moment to work into her Hall of Fame acceptance speech. Washington and LeBlanc still managed to talk shyt - and the French equivalent - about everyone and everything, though mostly Harley Jo.
Reaching the squared circle, Sanders called her squad together in a huddle.
“This night is about me. This is Kylie Sanders at FAWNamania. Don’t let that bumpkin get lucky and steal my moment.”
The remainder of the H&B assured the platinum blonde not to worry and Ky seemed satisfied, at least until she heard a growing ‘TROLL’ chant breaking throughout the crowd.
Kylie covered her ears as she stomped up the steps, Jasmine and Cosette screaming at the FAWNatics to shut their mouths. Needless to say, the voices grew louder as Sanders entered and stared down the looming brunette. One step forward from Harley Jo was met by Kylie diving halfway through the ropes with demands Castle keep her foe back.
With the Hawkeye returning to full occupancy of the squared circle, the Announcer picked up his cue.
“AND her opponent. From da space where Da Man ain’t got no place…standing five feet four inches tall and weighing in at 112 pounds…FAWN’s Intercontinental Champion…Vanilla Chill…Kylie Sanders!”
Ky, stick acquired while the blowhard did his job, waved at the crowd to get quiet. They only turned up the volume of their hatred. Sanders shoved the belt overhead and the “TROLL” chant started anew. The Pleasant Valley Pariah turned from flushed to furious.
“Could a troll be an unstoppable champion!?” Kylie screamed.
“Apparently so,” Collins drawled as she closed the gap to a few feet away.
A flustered Sanders again screamed at Castle to keep her challenger further away.
The zebra did his best.
“Listen and understand,” Sanders insisted to the audience, knowing she has no chance of intimidating the brunette. “This night is going to end in disappointment for all of you, like every night has before, especially for this turd from Tennessee. Y’all know you and her are gonna feel da chill.”
Sanders turned and stomped to her corner where she handed over her microphone and title belt. She used the ropes to stretch out her limbs for a moment or two before the bell brought the co-main event of Mania to order.
Brimming with confidence thanks to the presence of her dangerous back-up, Kylie didn’t just stroll from her corner, she swaggered. “Damn girl, I know you’re from Tennessee, but you’re damned stupid even by trailer park standards!”
Harley Jo, who hadn’t bothered to leave the buckles just yet, arched an eyebrow as if to say ‘Do tell.’
Sanders noted this, turned to one side and extended her arm back in the direction of Kristy, Jasmine and Cosette “See those three? Those chicks got my back no matter what! That’s why we’ve run your lanky ass ragged all summer. And who’s backing you up? Anciline’s washed up muscle, that’s who! Tell me, did she agree to soak up some of your ass whoopin’s before or after the check clear--”
Collins took three giant steps forward just as Kylie took three equally impressive steps backward, an interesting coincidence indeed. “You call those girls back-up?” Harley Jo scoffed just loud enough for the other three quarters of Hot & Bothered to hear. “All I see is a lap dog, a black sheep, and a bullfrog. That’s not even bringing a knife to a gunfight, sugar. That’s bringing the petting zoo to a gunfight.”
“Why don’t you say that to my face you lily-ass piece of crap?!” J-Dogg shouted even before she sprang onto the apron.
“Better yet, say it to both of us, ass-bag!” Kristy added once she’d taken up residence beside Washington.
Combustible joined their ranks in the next instant, LeBlanc spouting off something in high-speed French that had Al Carpenter wide-eyed with surprise.
The Tennessee Terror made no effort to oblige, in fact she only looked to Kylie and touched an index finger to one ear. “You hear something? Some sort of awful, high-pitched whini--”
CRAAACK!
Kylie stepped up to the challenger and pasted her across the cheek with a Bytch Slap that got a cheer from Jasmine and Kristy and an ‘Oh No She Din’t!’ from everyone else. “You just watch your mouth, freak.” Sanders sneered. “Otherwise I’ll slap the rest of those opossum teeth outta your head.” She finished this threat with a rough shove that forced Collins back all of half a step.
Harley Jo rubbed at the fresh welt, a thoughtful expression on her face. “Not bad, short-stuff. But you’re gonna need a little more momentum behind it if you’re gonna knock me down.” Collins pointed to the ropes behind Sanders, then added, “Go on, champ. Give it your best shot.”
Ky almost stomped up for a second slap, instead she flipped the brunette off, then whipped around and ran the ropes as bade. She hit ‘em full speed and came back that much faster but rather than try for a Clothesline or a Spear she rushed HJC headlong and dropped into a skidding Baseball Slide that sent her shooting between the southerner’s posted stems. Sanders came up on one knee, seized hold of the Collins’s shins and-- a touch of movement in her peripheral vision caught Ky’s attention just in time for her to shout, “INCOMING BYTCH, KRISNNNGGGHHHH!”
Harley Jo twisted away from the Iowan’s grip and THUMPED a big kick into her ribs at the same time Mercy Ellis lashed out with a Roundhouse Kick that caught the Real Deal across the ankles! Kylie went rolling while Kristy went tumbling, Minnesota Not-so-nice losing her breath in a single ’OOOFFFFH!’ when she hit those thin blue pads.
Cozy and Jazzy dropped off the apron as one, the former standing protectively over Kristy whereas the latter went straight for the Assassin. “Sneaky goddamned bytch!” she snapped. “Just who the hell do you think you--”
Ellis whipped around and lashed out with her left hand in a Uraken that would’ve removed Washington’s nose if she hadn’t pulled her head back at the last second. Extremely pleased by the rage she saw in Jasmine’s dark eyes, Mercy replied, “I’m the bytch who’s going to pick you losers apart one by one.”
J-Dogg snarled and started at Ellis only to draw back when Al stuck himself between top and middle ropes and said, “All right ladies, get back to opposite sides of the ring. No arguments!”
Jasmine sniffed derisively. “You got lucky, cracka.”
“Keep telling yourself that, dog face.”
Back inside the squared circle Kylie had soaked up two more heavy kicks to the ribs before she managed to roll to corner and grab the bottom rope. “Break! Break! Get away from me bytWHOOOAAAAHHHEY!”
Knowing damned well that Sanders would take any opportunity she could to regroup among her meddling allies, Harley Jo closed in, grabbed hold of the blonde’s ankles and gave ‘em a mighty yank.
Kylie’s grip didn’t break though it did shift, rising from the bottom strand to the middle. “DAMMIT CARPENTER, I’M IN THE ROPES!” Sanders shouted after a second yank took her all the way to the top. “CALL THIS CRAZY BYTCH OFF!”
Drawn by the commotion, Al hurried over and swatted Collins on the shoulder. “C’mon Harley, you know better than that. Let her go!”
“Why Mr. Carpenter, where are your manners? Making such a demand of a lady without offering her a count in return? I’m shocked!”
The referee didn’t roll his eyes, nor did he hesitate to start in with, “ONE! TWO! THREE! FO--”
Kylie’s grip broke with half a second remaining, the Pleasant Valley Pariah ‘eeeeeping’ in wide-eyed surprise as Harley Jo brought her down near the center of the ring with a heavy THWHUMP! Sanders grunted and sat up, one hand pressed to the small of her back while the other tried to wave the challenger away. “Clear off, beeyotch. Don’t make me mess your NO! GET OFFA ME!”
Having laid claim to Kylie’s left ankle, the Wicked Witch of Razorback Holler yanked Sanders’s arm away from her torso, then snatched hold of the right when the blonde made to worry at her wrist. Not about to let the six-toed freak drag her around without a helluva fight, FAWN’s most hated laid out on her back and fired half a dozen kicks into the brunette’s long legs. “I said let GO, punk!” Sanders demanded after a particularly stiff shot below her attacker’s left knee. “Let go or I’ll chop your tall ass down from WHUUUNNNNGGGHHH!”
Harley Jo used the handholds to haul the Platinum Pixie to a seat at the same time she stepped in and THWHONKED a knee into Kylie’s forehead! Sanders’s noggin snapped backward and she sprawled out flat, or at least she would’ve if Collins didn’t have hold of her wrists.
“Ya know, a lot of people in this business TALK about stompin’ a mudhole, then walkin’ it dry. But very few actually have the wherewithal to pull it off. You mind if I give it a try, sugar?”
“Don’t… don’t even think about it you byNGH!” Collins raised her right foot and brought it down on Kylie’s exposed tummy. Sanders brought her knees up in an effort to protect her ribs, alas the Vicious Volunteer only puuuuuuulled up on her wrists while grrrrrrrrinding down with her heel. Ky groaned, then coughed out a series of ‘OOOFFFH’s’ when HJC piled on almost a dozen more rapid-fire Stomps. After that she resumed the grind, Collins clearly trying to carry through on her mudhole threat.
Careful to position himself between the champ and the rest of Hot & Bothered, Carpenter sank to one knee and asked, “How you doing, Kylie? Need me to call for the bell?” Sanders shook her head ‘no’ at once.
“Hellz no! All I need is for you to get this barbeque snuffling heiffer offa NNNGGGHH!” Harley Jo tacked on a final stomp, then spun to the side so she was lined up with the blonde’s head. From there she took to the sky, an almost London-worthy vertical leap that gave her more than enough time to extend both legs before she THWHUMPED the back of her right thigh atop Kylie’s chest. Spinning to one knee even as Sanders’s stems popped up, Collins hooked the far leg and stretched out across the Iowan’s chest for the…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNO!
The champion threw a shoulder up, though weakly considering the match might have been a couple minutes old. Kylie rolled to her side and HJC used the position to sink a set of nails into the platinum bob of her foe. She dragged a yelping Sanders up while Collins rose to a substantially higher vertical.
With the brunette arrow straight and the smaller blonde slumping, their size differential was emphasized all the more and it’s not helped when Harley Jo raised a big right elbow and CROWNED the skull of Sanders, dropping Kylie to one knee, Sanders’s hazel eyes glassy.
On the outside, the chorus of current and former partners tried to send some positivity to the title holder. Ky responded with an uppercut forearm between the long tanned stems of the Vicious Volunteer, but Harley’s ready, snatching the wrist with both palms well short of the goal. Collins RIPPED the Hawkeye to her feet and then some with the handle, popping the outgunned, platinum pixie off the canvas and into her arms.
HJC’s limbs wrapped around the ivory tummy of the Iowan and cinched tight, drawing a gasp from the laboring blonde. Ky’s boot tips stretched for the canvas but couldn’t reach as Collins rattled her Bear Hug from side to side, jarring and sapping simultaneously. Kylie tried to suck in deep breaths but wasn’t able while being crushed in the expert embrace of the Tennessee Terror.
“Ya still with me, gurl?” Harley Jo drawled, again shaking Ky in violent fashion.
Getting no response, the lanky brunette shifted her flaxen-haired bundle higher in her hug, working Sanders to a draped position over her right shoulder. Collins immediately dropped to her knees in a quickly crafted Gutbuster that had the overwhelmed champion retching while still stuck in the domineering sway of the brunette.
Harley Jo let a gutted Sanders spill to the deck, a jellied Chill ending in a wide breathless spreadeagle, Kristy and Cosette silenced into similar stupors while Jasmine pleaded for Vanilla to “DO SOMETHING!.
Instead, she laid lifeless as the long, lean Volunteer moved her right knee to Kylie’s navel and dug it in deep. With Sanders groaning piteously, Carpenter started his count next to the flattened shoulders of the IC champ, slapping out the…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOO!
The casual pin gave Ky an out and she used it to weakly shift a shoulder up, a smirking Harley seemingly pleased Sanders forced her to hand out more punishment.
In Collins’s corner, Mercy seemingly knew she should tell her friend to keep her focus and just get the pin, but Ellis was with every FAWNatic in the building in wanting the demolition and dethroning of FAWN’s biggest traitor to last.
Harley pushed Ky flat, slapped her foe’s guarding arms away from her mangled middle, formed a set of talons out of her right set of digits and DUG ’EM DEEP into the aching abdomen of the Pleasant Valley Pariah. With HJC’s favorite sweet spot on the Hawkeye already failing, Collins’ belly claw “chewed” into the alabaster belly of the champ.
“AWWWGAWWWWD!” Ky screamed, her hands racing to her platinum bob, pulling against the limited follicles to unsuccessfully spread the pain.
For her part, the Vicious Volunteer drove her left hand on her right and leaned her upper body atop to SINK the burrowing digits FAR into the abused abs.
“PLLLEEEASSSSE!” Ky cried.
“Please what?” the nearby Al replied.
“Please get yo smelly ass away from Chill,” Jasmine shouted from the sidelines, jumping to the apron to get the man’s attention.
Al took the bait, rising and moving to J-Dogg, demanding she get back in her yard.
Around the corner, Kristy reached under the bottom rope to snatch HJC by an ankle and pulled her flat from all fours, Collins losing her claw as she’s tugged halfway out.
Mercy’s already on the way. But the cavalry was upended by a crouching Cosette, who threw a block into a knee of the charging Assassin when Mercy rounded a corner to support the challenger. Ellis fell to the floor in a heap, grasping at her wounded joint.
The FAWNatics buried the former Riviera apartment house wrestler under a wave of boos but LeBlanc seemed to revel in their disdain. She joined Kristy in yanking Collins the rest of the way out and heaving the lanky brunette into the guardrail behind her, Harley Jo’s spine dissected by the top of the barricade. Collins’s back arched in pain while Part Deux and the Frenchwoman departed in opposite directions in time to be several steps removed from the grimacing challenger when the ref turned his head in their direction.
Furious and undeterred, Harley Jo stepped back to the apron’s edge and rose to vertical outside the ropes. She met a charging Sanders with an overhand right between the eyes that halted any possible momentum for Vanilla Chill. Or so it looked for a moment. But Kylie was able to wrap her hands behind the brunette’s head and dropped to the canvas, hotshotting her foe, brunette windpipe crushed across the top rope.
HJC fell to the floor but kept her feet. Gagging, she reflexively rolled in under the bottom rope to renew the battle but for the first time, Kylie had the upper hand, immediately trying to show Collins she knows how to create a mudhole of her own. The blonde wasn’t as particular as HJC where her shoe leather landed, stomping away on every piece of the long, lean brunette she could reach.
Yet, with her dominance through the first many minutes, Collins had the reserves to rise despite the smaller blonde’s due diligence. Kylie watched in frustration turning to horror as Harley Jo ascended despite her efforts. Sanders’s stomps turned to haymakers when HJC got her feet under her and after a half dozen land to some degree, Collins right arm extended, her hand surrounding the throat of a bug-eyed Chill. Kylie’s head shakes a pleading ‘no’ as the crowd’s roar reaches jet-engine decibels.
When…
Kylie jabbed a thumb into Collins’s left eye. Harley Jo squealed in pain, Sanders released instantly from the upcoming Choke Slam. The lanky brunette spun away from Ky, rubbing at her peeper furiously as she cursed a blue streak. Only a split-second passes before the platinum pixie drove a brutal clipping shoulder into the back of Harley Jo’s left knee, bringing Collins down to size with a yelp.
With the challenger on that knee, a haggard Chill circled to the front of the lowered Tennessee Terror, wrapped the dark-haired grappler’s noggin up in a Front Facelock and laid out, PLANTING her foe’s forehead into the thinly-sheathed plywood with a DDT that left Collins face down and shuddering.
The assembled groaned at how quickly a seemingly defeated Sanders had turned the tables and they’re silent with worry when Ky shoved a pliant Harley to her back and climbed aboard in a Crossbody pin to the delight of her troika of shocktroops, who’ve meanwhile sent Mercy into the front row courtesy a three-on-one heave-ho.
ONE…
TWO…
Collins sat up to end the count and the celebration with a shove that sent Kylie barrel rolling across the canvas! “That all you got, darlin’?” Harley Jo scowled, her reddened eye only adding to the challenger’s aura of menace. “A bunch of cheap shots while your rat pack nips at my heels?”
Sanders hurried to one knee, eager to return to verticality before the sadistic southerner. “That rat pack already dispatched your little kung fu matinee reject.” she sneered. “Which means they can sit back and relax while I pick you apart.” Vanilla Chill made a beeline for Collins only to draw back fast when the brunette rose to her full height.
Too irritated by the eye gouge to smirk at the show of reluctance, Harley Jo raised her right hand high overhead, daring the champion to meet her for an impossible Test of Strength. This brought a chortle from the crowd and more rage from Jasmine, who sprang onto the apron. “Whadda you think you’re playing at shyt kicker? You think my girl won’t break your--”
Ky extended a hand in Washington’s direction, startling her into silence. “I got this, Jazz.” then to Collins. “Sure you want this, beeyotch?”
The Vicious Volunteer offered her a charming smile. “Oh yes, I most certainly--”
Sanders raised her left hand in response only to crook it into a claw trained on the challenger’s eyes! Harley Jo instinctively reached for the blonde’s wrist, alas the swipe proved nothing more than a feint to put the brunette off guard when FAWN’s most hated STAMPED on her toes! Collins cursed, raised her aching tootsies and cursed against when Ky snagged the upended leg for what could only be a Single Leg Takedown. Of course this was easier said than done, as the champ discovered when HJC snatched her by throa--“OOOOOWWWWWWW BYTCH!”
Sanders abandoned the Single Leg as quickly as she’d secured it to sink her teeth into the soft meat between her foe’s left thumb and forefinger. Painful though the gnawing was, it seemed to galvanize the Vicious Volunteer because she reared back with her free hand and just CRAAACKED Sanders on the left ear with a huge Slap that made the rest of Hot & Bothered cringe in sympathetic anguish. The shot freed her hand from Ky’s jaws and allowed Collins to finally secure her oft-delayed Stranglehold.
“Not a bad effort, darlin’.” the challenger muttered as she drew back for a big left aimed between the blonde’s eyes. “Just not good enough to AAWWWWW F*CK!” Kylie stopped scrabbling at Harley Jo’s wrist and went for her fingers, grasping two in each hand for a quick, nasty yank that had more than one fan curling a hand tight against their chest.
FINGER SNAP:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=kTU_yOI8yIc
Collins did all that and then some, the frazzled Destroyer wheeling away from Kylie to protect her digits. In that regard it was a success, alas it also exposed her back to the Iowan’s glittering nails and Sanders wasted no time raaaaaaaaaaaaaking the challenger from shoulder to buttocks. It earned another shout of pain but Collins didn’t go down, not even after Ky tacked on a ‘get yer sorry ass outta here!’ Standing Dropkick that caught her between the shoulders.
Listing badly in the wake of the blonde’s hard scrabble offense, Harley Jo stumbled into the ropes and hooked her right arm over the top strand. “Keep the rat back for a second, would you Carpenter?” she huffed. “The peroxide fumes are getting to dammit, get offa me bytch!”
Jasmine only smirked and continued to worry at the brunette’s boot. “What’s that about fumes, cracka? Sounds like your narrow ass is makin’ excuseOOOOWWWWWW STOP THAT BEEYOTCH!”
Transformed from aggressor to aggrieved the instant Collins managed to stamp on her intruding mitt, Washington pleaded with Al for assistance but it took the combined might of Cozy and Kristy to finally prize her loose. “Let that be a lesson, lap dog.” the Tennessee Terror growled. “Don’t EVER track your shyt into my--” Ky charged in from the left, leapt onto the middle rope and caught her challenger in a Side Headlock all in the span between heartbeats. In the next instant she pushed off, twisted around and dropped to her tush to THWUNK Collins’s forehead into the deck with a gorgeous Springboard Bulldog!
SPRINGBOARD BULLDOG:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=CCzYy-FkzkM
The move sent a shockwave through the canvas, one strong enough for the rest of H&B to urge a cover, but Kylie didn’t even bother. Instead she shoveled the challenger to her back, got up and hit the ropes so she’d have plenty of momentum on her side when she left her feet in a gorgeous vertical leap and promptly THWHUMPED them into the brunette’s exposed midsection!
RUNNING DOUBLE STOMP:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=idu5VThuzRY
“YEAH, THAT’S RIGHT!” Kylie barked to Collins when she rolled to her knees and braced both arms against her midsection. “HOW’S THAT FEEL, TRASH HEAP? YOUR TUMMY HURT?”
Rather than wait for an answer she circled around behind the challenger, yanked down her right kneepad and raced at Collins. No high flying now, Ky only needed a short hop for the Enzu Kneelift she THWHONKED against the base of her rival’s skull. Harley Jo went down like she’d been pole-axed and this time Sanders needed no prompting from her crew, she immediately hooked the far leg and rolled into a Back Press good for…
CHILL VALLEY BRAIN FREEZE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=ga5rRX32CQU
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
The Witch of Razorback Holler wrenched loose and began a slow motion barrel roll that took her toward the apron. Kylie got up to follow, took two steps, then groaned loudly and hobbled backward. “My knee!” she pointed to the one she’d recently bared. “I think that redneck’s got a plate in her head!”
Al did his due diligence with a careful examination of his charge’s potential injury. His dedication allowed Collins to slide under the bottom rope to the floor, unfortunately it also allowed the rest of Hot & Bothered to swarm the beleaguered challenger. Jasmine and Cozy came first, each snatching a wrist so they yank Harley Jo’s arms away from her torso and pwak-pwak-PWAK kicks against her midsection. Collins snarled, straightened up with her hands still occupied and got THWHUNKED against the steel ring-post courtesy of a Kristy Shoulderblock that could’ve doubled for a Spear!
Backing out of range before the brunette could grab hold, Sanders Part Deux swatted Washington and Leblanc while keeping a close eye on the oblivious. “Drop her one more time, then get outta here.” she ordered. Then I’ll finish her off.”
J-Dogg didn’t look to thrilled, but Combustible caught HJC in a Front Facelock, so Jasmine doubled down on the other side. That and a handful of tights was all they needed to take the Destroyer up, over and down to the barely-padded floor with a tandem Vertical Suplex. The THUD of Collins’s landing drew Al’s attention away from Kylie, at least until the champ let out another worried wail. That gave Cozy and Jasmine plenty of time to get back to the other side of the ring, their renewed cheering more than noisy enough to make up for the Black Sheep’s absence. Speaking of whom, Kristy had mounted the steel steps behind Harley Jo and settled into a tense, anticipatory crouch.
“Get your ass up, bytch. C’mon, get up!”
It took longer than Kristy would’ve liked, but eventually the brunette complied and even better, she turned toward the Real Deal. Sanders sprang as soon as she saw the whites of Harley Jo’s eyes, the powerful blonde middleweight somersaulting her way to a wicked Block--NO! Collins stepped back, forcing the Golden Gopher to over-rotate, meaning she landed on her would-be victim’s shoulders in the stall position for a Powerbomb. Too startled to react to this change of circumstances, Kristy only recognized the danger when Harley Jo turned toward the squared circle and THWHUNKED her spine-first against the apron!
APRON POWERBOMB:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=HEkRBGXw9w8
Sublimely pleased by the blonde’s wail, Harley Jo would’ve thrown her down if an icy voice hadn’t said, “Don‘t let her drop, Collins.”
Never one to second guess an Assassin, Harley Jo kept her hands locked and muscled Kristy back onto her shoulders, allowing the glassy-eyed Black Sheep a single good look at Mercy Ellis, recently returned from the other side of the barricade to take up residence atop the steel steps. Waiting just long enough to catch the blonde’s eye, she hurled herself into the void with a short Busaiku Knee that hit Kristy’s chest with more than enough force to set off the Powerbomb that THWHUMPED Minnesota-not-so-nice against the blue-sheathed floor.
Aware that Kylie’s knee had improved by leaps and bounds in the last few seconds, Harley Jo flipped hair out of her eyes and looked from the champ to her cousin and back again. “Seems you’re down a Black Sheep, darlin’.” she said with a languid smile. “Lose any more, you might have to close that petting zoo.”
Kylie saw her cousin unconscious at the feet of the Vicious Volunteer. She swallowed hard, her most powerful back-up left comatose, and hesitated as the bigger brunette climbed to the apron and slid her long sinewy legs through the ropes.
“Thankya darlin’,” Collins drawls as she entered. “Mighty nice a ya to play fair and let me in unimpeded. Or is it play scared?”
The Intercontinental champion turned to her corner, Cosette and Jasmine having cut Kristy adrift to provide support to Kylie. EMTs moved to Part Deux’s side as Ellis returned to the floor in the challenger’s portion of the neighborhood.
“Are we ready to start again?” HJC asked her foe, claiming the middle of the ring.
When Kylie silently skulked around the edges, Collins slowly but surely tracked her foe, cutting down Sanders’ escape routes until she cornered the platinum pixie in a neutral set of buckles.
Stuck. Kylie thrust forward for a Collar & Elbow Tie-Up, champion reaching up while the Tennessee Terror shifted her arms downward. It’s readily apparent Harley Jo had the strength advantage, even as brunette and blonde switched positions, the challenger toward the corner with Ky outward. It quickly became apparent why when Collins launched Kylie into the air and swung her airborne foe past, THUMPING Kylie’s spine into the buckles.
Vanilla Chill’s ivory stems gave a shudder, back arching, but she remained upright with the help of her arms thrown over the top cable on either side. Harley scooped her hands under the pits of Ky’s arms and raised the elfin blonde to a seat on the top.
Sagging, the champ seemed drained as Collins approached and pressed a palm into the front of Ky’s left hip and shoulder. Showing her power, Harley Jo launched the head-shaking Hawkeye up in an astounding Military Press, Jasmine and Cozy’s eyes going wide as HJC carried the pleading titleholder overhead to the middle. There, Harley Jo genuflected, dropping her bundle forward, Kylie’s alabaster tummy impaled on the plank of Collins’ upper leg with a Gutbuster that lived up to its name.
MILITARY PRESS GUTBUSTER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=JmOcLqICbPo
Ky rolled off the knee to a seated position, swaddling her demolished abs and groaning feebly. Sanders buttscooted toward the ropes but HJC snatched what follicles she could manage from Chill’s silvery bob. The lanky brunette tugged Kylie to her feet and surrounded her foe’s waist, flipping the flagging Sanders in front of her, catching her in a modified slam position and gutting her again with a signature version of her infamous busters, the Trailer Park Drop.
TRAILER PARK DROP:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZsTtl-amB6g
Kylie flopped off the stabbing bony joint, ending in sobbing heap. Harley Jo dropped to a Lateral Press for the cover, hooking the abbreviated stem of the blonde for good measure, picking up the…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOO!
Chill’s shoulders never left the canvas, but the resourceful champion laid an ankle over the bottom rope and the zebra caught the positioning before he made the third slap. Little did Al know but a ducking Jasmine, now hidden below the apron, laid her partner’s leg on the rubber-coated steel to make the save.
Mercy didn’t miss the shenanigans however. She passed Kristy being wheeled away on a stretcher and decided it might be time to ‘Assassin’ate another member of Hot&Bothered’s Corps. While HJC collected her flaccid foe inside, Ellis strode around the corner and tapped LeBlanc on the shoulder. Cosette turned, seemingly believing a returning Jasmine’s behind her but it’s Ellis staring her down, literally.
Cozy threw her palms up and forward, begging off as she backpedaled, wanting nothing to do with a clearly perturbed Mercy.
“Allez,” Cosette shouted.
As LeBlanc leapt to the side, a snarling J-Dogg charged Collins’s cavalry. Jasmine NAILED Ellis with a running forearm to the bridge of the blonde’s nose. Despite the African-American grappler’s impact, Mercy somehow remained vertical, though her legs are rubbery. Washington slipped behind the wobbly Ellis and slapped a Full Nelson in place, capturing the former MMA fighter’s arms.
Jasmine directed Combustible to fulfill the rest of their plan to regain the numbers advantage they’d held. LeBlanc was a little hesitant to oblige, but finally she surged and elevated into a spinning Enzugiri aimed at Mercy’s left temple.
It’s too much, too late as the Assassin’s background came into play, Ellis able to slip free from Jazzy’s grip and drop to her backside. Cosette’s boot SLAMMED into the side of Jasmine’s skull instead, the force sending her into a violent pirouette that ended with J-Dogg scooped off the thinly padded cement by a rising Mercy.
Captured in a Fireman’s Carry, a stunned Jasmine’s dark eyes blinked wide, not completely aware of her predicament. An instant later, the rest of her consciousness left the building as Ellis shrugged Jasmine off her shoulders in front of her and CRACKED a raised knee to her forehead, Washington the victim of a Mercy Killing.
MERCY KILLING:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=cnJdUriXMnY
Jasmine’s out cold before she hit the floor, as was evident by the way the back of her head connects. Above and beside her was a hovering Mercy who turned to an aghast LeBlanc, in disbelief at what’s happened and whose fault it might be.
Immediately, Cozy turned tail and beat a hasty retreat with Mercy right on her tiny taut behind, each hauling ass around the ring and up the ramp. The Frenchwoman dove behind the curtain with Mercy a split-second behind. Quickly emerging as they departed was a new set of EMTs to tend to Hot & Bothered’s second motionless carcass.
Harley Jo, with Kylie captured in a tight Front Facelock, watched the race to the back with a sly grin.
“Looks like it’s just you and me, sweetie. And I think we both know what that means.”
Harley vaulted the haggard Ky into the air, stalling the diminutive blonde in a Vertical Suplex, Sanders’ boot soles pointed to the rafters. She held Chill overturned for seven…eight…nine…ten seconds before sending the champion over. But to the astonishment of all, Sanders landed on her feet behind Collins and spun into a nasty forearm thrust to the back of Harley’s left knee, cutting the bigger brunette down to size.
Ky, looking a wreck but apparently receiving a shot of homemade adrenaline, scrambled to her feet and around to the front of her foe. She clamped on a Front Facelock of her own.
“It means I’ll kick your hillbilly ass,” Kylie growled, laying out and PLOWING the crown of Harley’s head into the deck with a nasty DDT.
The impact left Collins facedown and twitching to the silent anxiety of the entire arena. Sanders shoveled Collins to her back and dropped her sweat-soaked frame across Harley Jo’s in a Lateral Press, too exhausted to hook a leg. It didn’t seem needed for…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
The Backwoods Brawler rolled to one side with half a second to spare, earning Al a withering glare from Sanders. “What’s wrong with you, moron?” she snarled. “Did you actually buy into this freak’s offer of a opossum hide bribe?”
Carpenter started to protest his innocence, not that Ky paid him a lick of attention once the challenger tumbled to all fours. “Don’t think so, beeyotch. You don’t leave that mat until I say so.” With that she palmed Collins’s shoulders in both hands and hopped aboard, the champion securing her mount with a snug Bodyscissors around the Southerner’s waist. HJC grunted but didn’t even come close to buckling under Sanders’s weight, so the blonde relinquished one of her shoulder grips in favor of a nastily cocked forearm she proceeded to pwak-pwak-pwak-PWAAAK into the back of Harley Jo’s skull. “I SAID STAY DOWN, FREAK!” Kylie barked after she’d unloaded a full baker’s dozen. “STAY DOWN OR I’LL BEAT YOUR HEAD INNWHOOOAAAAHH!”
Collins righted herself with a furious roar, the brunette Destroyer cinching her arms around Kylie’s shins to keep her glued in place. Give the champ credit, she immediately crossed her ankles and squeeeeeeeeeeeezed with every ounce of strength those gams could muster. In the same breath she snaked her right arm around Harley Jo’s throat to cup her own left bicep while that hand braced against the base of Collins’s skull. “Tap out, loser.” Ky murmured in the challenger’s ear. “Otherwise I’ll put you to sleep and let the rest of my crew send you to Chill Valley for--”
The Witch of Razorback Holler answered by breaking into a flat out run aimed directly at a corner on the far side of the ring. Sanders bore down on her Rear Naked Choke, alas it wasn’t enough to slow Collins down before she whipped around and BWUUUNGED Kylie spine-first into the buckles. Disgruntled Kylie Corps members the world over broke into raucous cheers that gave way to disgusted boos when Harley Jo stumbled away from the corner with the FAWN’s most hated still strapped to her back. Yet a good idea was a good idea, so the Tennessee Terror took off down her own back-trail en route to another blonde-crushing collision in the opposite “EEEERRRRHHH SHYT!”
Honed into something cold and wicked by all those months spent in Chill Valley, the tenacity of one Kylie Sanders made itself known in the form of a savage swipe across the challenger’s eyes. Harley Jo let loose of the blonde’s legs to tend to her face which was all well and good if the Pernicious Platinum Pixie hadn’t slapped a Waistlock around her midsection and kept barreling forward! There was a low THWUMP when Collins hit the top buckle chest-first, followed by a much louder ‘ooooohhh’ from those assembled as Ky dropped down and back to stack the brunette on her shoulders with what looked like an O’Connor Roll. Primed to lend their voices to Al’s count, the crowd got even louder when Sanders rolled to boot leather and haaaaaaaaaaaaauled her lanky prey up, over and DOWN with a flawless German Suplex that left Harley Jo stacked high and tight on her shoulders. Truly ‘Over & Done’ with this particular ‘Mania, Kylie Sanders bridged up on her tiptoes through the…
OVER & DONE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=4AUwBsk1JpQ
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TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO!
Collins pulled free of the Waistlock to flop onto her belly with barely a heartbeat between her and a galling defeat on FAWN’s grandest stage. Shaking her head over the injustice of it all, Kylie got to her feet and delivered not one, not two, but three Double Stomps to Collins’s tummy in rapid succession. Even more impressive, she did so while holding a pair of raised middle fingers on one Algernon Carpenter.
“Paying attention now, jerk-off?” she snapped after finishing her trifecta. “You get out of position one more time and I’ll punt your head into the upper deck!”
That harangue coupled with the fact that Harley Jo was still stretched out at her feet with both arms swaddling her midsection seemed to placate champion, or at least focus her long enough to lay claim to the brunette’s right wrist and ankle. A caveman drag followed shortly thereafter, Sanders grunting with the effort of lugging HJC’s near deadweight into the vicinity of another corner. Dropping her burden once she was in the right spot, Kylie hustled to the ring-post and climbed into the high rent district. “Look at that piece of garbage!” Kylie shouted out to the sea of faces and flashbulbs. “She’s got nothing left! I did that to her! ME! I didn’t need back-up to get the job done and I sure as hell don’t need you idiots!”
This brought the loudest round of jeers yet, which Kylie answered with an equally emphatic set of middle fingers. Treating all the haters to a blown kiss and a mouthed ‘kiss my ass’, Sanders dropped into a deep crouch and launched herself out into the void in a gorgeous Moonsault that brought her THAWHAMMING down atop Harley Jo’s upraised knees.
Aware of nothing save the sound of air leaving her lungs, Ky bounced high, curled into a loose ball and landed awkwardly on one side. There she stayed until the resurgent challenger wrapped a hand around the back of her neck and hauled her to verticality. “Bit of advice, darlin’?” Harley Jo reeled Kylie into a Front Facelock, then grabbed a fistful of waistband that resulted in cheeky half-wedgie for the champ. “Don’t tell the crowd off until after you’ve won.” She muscled the reeling Iowan directly overhead, held her there for no more than two seconds, then slung her down and laid out on her back while drawing both knees up across her chest. Sanders met the bony joints for the second time in less than a minute and Kylie bounced away to come to rest on all fours well away from the sanctuary of the ropes.
SUPLEX LIFTED DOUBLE KNEES:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=SOWSdSDoUDQ
Arms crisscrossed over her tummy in a desperate effort to keep everything in place, Sanders reared back to get a bead on the Vicious Volunteer and THWHACK! Collins came at her like a runaway freight train, the brunette’s left leg flicking up at the last second to smash her shin across the blonde’s forehead.
MOONSHINER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=2Hu4pl_oLIs
The FAWNatics came unglued when Kylie hit the deck in a flat sprawl, each and every one of them convinced the Moonshiner had finally brought the pixie’s reign of terror to a suitable close. But Harley Jo herownself wasn’t quite so sure, which was why she cupped Sanders’s head in both hands and scraped her off the mat to apply a Double Underhook. Quick to take her own advice, the big brunette didn’t waste time with words, she simply hoisted the devastated lightweight up one more time, Ky’s legs barely moving as a few long seconds ticked off the clock. Then Collins played her hand, slinging Ky down while she laid out on her back for the third THWHUMPING knees to tummy impact in as many minutes. The queen of Hot & Bothered bounced into the air, came down flat on her back and offered no resistance whatsoever when Collins slid over and splashed down across her chest. Al dove into position just as the challenger hooked the far leg and the sold out crowd began to count…
ACE OF SPADES:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZrshSobqt1M
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TWO…
THREE!
The victorious volunteer dropped the leg and clambered to her feet to ensure the ref could raise her hand when the Announcer called, “Ladies and gentlemen, your winner via pin-fall and the NEW Intercontinental Champion… HARLEY JO COLLINS!”
Al broke away, returned shortly with Harley Jo’s prize. “Congratulations, champ.” he draped it over one shoulder. “You earned it.”
Collins lifted her first piece of FAWN gold up and pressed it to her forehead. After a moment she nodded and murmured, “Yeah, I guess I did.” She put the belt around her waist backwards, snapped it snug, then made a show of turning it around so the gold was properly aligned. “Know what else I earned?” Harley Jo asked to no one in particular. The newly golden Witch of Razorback Holler raised a foot and placed it atop Kylie’s chest, earning a soft groan from the deposed champ.
Well and truly satisfied, Collins celebrated with a double bicep flex while Gladiatrix photogs snapped dozens of soon to be iconic shots.
SHINE DOWN:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=4xACHH5-QwY
HARLEY JO COLLINS:
MERCY ELLIS:
Accompanied by Godsmack and her ever present smirk, the Tennessee Terror and the Blond with the Iron Fists pushed the curtain aside, the former offering the crowd a little salute while the latter merely scanned the perimeter for threats. Producing her pre-fight libation (straight bourbon for such a special occasion) a bit earlier than usual, Collins helped herself to a strong pull, then offered it to Ellis, who did much the same. “Much obliged for the assist tonight, Mercy.” the challenger noted once she’d tucked the drink away again. “Seems Sanders always has extra hands on her side, struck me as only fair that I bring a set of my own.”
“Don’t consider this an assist, Harley.” Ellis noted blandly. “This is vengeance, plain and simple. Sanders is yours, but the rest of her bytch pack belongs to me.”
“More n’ fair.” Harley Jo noted as she started down the ramp. As was her custom, Collins wore a pair of ancient denim overalls that were mostly there to serve as safe passage for her libation of choice, as you’ve already observed. As for the Assassin, she’d chosen black denim and her classic white ’Heartless Wonder’ tank-top with the null set symbol taking the place of the ’O’.
Reaching the shadow of the ring with no sign of sneak attack from the H&B legions, Harley Jo drew that much more noise from the crowd once she put a hand to one shoulder and undid the clasps on the overalls, leaving them in a puddle at her feet. Stripped to the essentials, she wore a black fightin’ rumble-kini, white pads and ‘Stars and Bars’ patterned boots. From there she slid under the bottom rope, pushed to her feet and strode to the middle of the ring while Mercy stalked around to a suitable scouting position on the far side of the ring. “No way around now, Ky.” Collins said under her breath. “The only way out is through, and darlin’, you ain’t gettin’ through.”
FAWN’s most hated platinum blonde pixie had her hazel peepers glued to the monitor backstage as Collins commanded the ring and the crowd, looking confident and powerful.
“Why the hell is Christian giving her ANOTHER shot?” Sanders asked to none of three people surrounding her in particular. “We beat them. Kristy and I beat her and that MMA urchin. And so she gets ANOTHER chance to steal my gold?” Ky groused, ignoring Harley Jo’s DQ win against the blonde the month before.
“It’s Da Man,” J-Dogg growled. “Ain’t no other reason, Chill.”
“But it doesn’t matter, cuz,” Sanders Part Deux chimed in. “You’re a superstar. She’s a hillbilly from the Holler.”
Jasmine nods.
“Shyt, yeah.”
Washington rubbed the nervous champ’s shoulders from behind.
“She ees beeg, zo,” Hot & Bothered’s new soldier announces, playing zee Capteen Obvious.
Kristy rolled her eyes in the Frenchwoman’s direction and LeBlanc got the message.
“But ve vill be zehr,” Cosette added. “Ve have zee control outside and you veel dominate wizzin.”
The Hawkeye gave the faceplate of the Intercontinental belt strapped around her waist a slap.
“YES!” she shouted to herself more than any of her compatriots. “Let’s Chill this bytch out!”
Kylie bounced from side to side and finally headed through the curtain when Iggy and Charlie belted H&B’s anthem ‘Fancy’ throughout the arena.
FANCY:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=O-zpOMYRi0w
Vanilla was flanked by her current partner J-Dogg and former tag teamers Kristy and LeBlanc. They gathered center stage in a phalanx of FAWN pulchritude.
The FAWNatics unleashed their hatred upon the Pleasant Valley Pariah at Mania levels, the arena air reverberating with the decibels.
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:
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www.yandy.com/Multi-Strapped-Microfiber-Sports-Bra.php
JASMINE WASHINGTON:
KRISTY SANDERS:
COSETTE LEBLANC:
She unhooked the title strap and held it high then dropped it over her right shoulder.
On the FAWNtron behind her, ‘‘VANILLA CHILL IN DA HOUSE BYTCHES!’ appeared in ten-foot high, gold letters. Her crew showed Sanders off, the Nubian beauty Jasmine raising a wrist of the former fan favorite, the boos falling like a downpour.
Vanilla Chill didn’t bother with the lowlifes on the rail as the women stormed down the ramp and aisle together. The champ focused on no one but the lanky brunette in the ring, the veteran determined to make another Mania Moment to work into her Hall of Fame acceptance speech. Washington and LeBlanc still managed to talk shyt - and the French equivalent - about everyone and everything, though mostly Harley Jo.
Reaching the squared circle, Sanders called her squad together in a huddle.
“This night is about me. This is Kylie Sanders at FAWNamania. Don’t let that bumpkin get lucky and steal my moment.”
The remainder of the H&B assured the platinum blonde not to worry and Ky seemed satisfied, at least until she heard a growing ‘TROLL’ chant breaking throughout the crowd.
Kylie covered her ears as she stomped up the steps, Jasmine and Cosette screaming at the FAWNatics to shut their mouths. Needless to say, the voices grew louder as Sanders entered and stared down the looming brunette. One step forward from Harley Jo was met by Kylie diving halfway through the ropes with demands Castle keep her foe back.
With the Hawkeye returning to full occupancy of the squared circle, the Announcer picked up his cue.
“AND her opponent. From da space where Da Man ain’t got no place…standing five feet four inches tall and weighing in at 112 pounds…FAWN’s Intercontinental Champion…Vanilla Chill…Kylie Sanders!”
Ky, stick acquired while the blowhard did his job, waved at the crowd to get quiet. They only turned up the volume of their hatred. Sanders shoved the belt overhead and the “TROLL” chant started anew. The Pleasant Valley Pariah turned from flushed to furious.
“Could a troll be an unstoppable champion!?” Kylie screamed.
“Apparently so,” Collins drawled as she closed the gap to a few feet away.
A flustered Sanders again screamed at Castle to keep her challenger further away.
The zebra did his best.
“Listen and understand,” Sanders insisted to the audience, knowing she has no chance of intimidating the brunette. “This night is going to end in disappointment for all of you, like every night has before, especially for this turd from Tennessee. Y’all know you and her are gonna feel da chill.”
Sanders turned and stomped to her corner where she handed over her microphone and title belt. She used the ropes to stretch out her limbs for a moment or two before the bell brought the co-main event of Mania to order.
Brimming with confidence thanks to the presence of her dangerous back-up, Kylie didn’t just stroll from her corner, she swaggered. “Damn girl, I know you’re from Tennessee, but you’re damned stupid even by trailer park standards!”
Harley Jo, who hadn’t bothered to leave the buckles just yet, arched an eyebrow as if to say ‘Do tell.’
Sanders noted this, turned to one side and extended her arm back in the direction of Kristy, Jasmine and Cosette “See those three? Those chicks got my back no matter what! That’s why we’ve run your lanky ass ragged all summer. And who’s backing you up? Anciline’s washed up muscle, that’s who! Tell me, did she agree to soak up some of your ass whoopin’s before or after the check clear--”
Collins took three giant steps forward just as Kylie took three equally impressive steps backward, an interesting coincidence indeed. “You call those girls back-up?” Harley Jo scoffed just loud enough for the other three quarters of Hot & Bothered to hear. “All I see is a lap dog, a black sheep, and a bullfrog. That’s not even bringing a knife to a gunfight, sugar. That’s bringing the petting zoo to a gunfight.”
“Why don’t you say that to my face you lily-ass piece of crap?!” J-Dogg shouted even before she sprang onto the apron.
“Better yet, say it to both of us, ass-bag!” Kristy added once she’d taken up residence beside Washington.
Combustible joined their ranks in the next instant, LeBlanc spouting off something in high-speed French that had Al Carpenter wide-eyed with surprise.
The Tennessee Terror made no effort to oblige, in fact she only looked to Kylie and touched an index finger to one ear. “You hear something? Some sort of awful, high-pitched whini--”
CRAAACK!
Kylie stepped up to the challenger and pasted her across the cheek with a Bytch Slap that got a cheer from Jasmine and Kristy and an ‘Oh No She Din’t!’ from everyone else. “You just watch your mouth, freak.” Sanders sneered. “Otherwise I’ll slap the rest of those opossum teeth outta your head.” She finished this threat with a rough shove that forced Collins back all of half a step.
Harley Jo rubbed at the fresh welt, a thoughtful expression on her face. “Not bad, short-stuff. But you’re gonna need a little more momentum behind it if you’re gonna knock me down.” Collins pointed to the ropes behind Sanders, then added, “Go on, champ. Give it your best shot.”
Ky almost stomped up for a second slap, instead she flipped the brunette off, then whipped around and ran the ropes as bade. She hit ‘em full speed and came back that much faster but rather than try for a Clothesline or a Spear she rushed HJC headlong and dropped into a skidding Baseball Slide that sent her shooting between the southerner’s posted stems. Sanders came up on one knee, seized hold of the Collins’s shins and-- a touch of movement in her peripheral vision caught Ky’s attention just in time for her to shout, “INCOMING BYTCH, KRISNNNGGGHHHH!”
Harley Jo twisted away from the Iowan’s grip and THUMPED a big kick into her ribs at the same time Mercy Ellis lashed out with a Roundhouse Kick that caught the Real Deal across the ankles! Kylie went rolling while Kristy went tumbling, Minnesota Not-so-nice losing her breath in a single ’OOOFFFFH!’ when she hit those thin blue pads.
Cozy and Jazzy dropped off the apron as one, the former standing protectively over Kristy whereas the latter went straight for the Assassin. “Sneaky goddamned bytch!” she snapped. “Just who the hell do you think you--”
Ellis whipped around and lashed out with her left hand in a Uraken that would’ve removed Washington’s nose if she hadn’t pulled her head back at the last second. Extremely pleased by the rage she saw in Jasmine’s dark eyes, Mercy replied, “I’m the bytch who’s going to pick you losers apart one by one.”
J-Dogg snarled and started at Ellis only to draw back when Al stuck himself between top and middle ropes and said, “All right ladies, get back to opposite sides of the ring. No arguments!”
Jasmine sniffed derisively. “You got lucky, cracka.”
“Keep telling yourself that, dog face.”
Back inside the squared circle Kylie had soaked up two more heavy kicks to the ribs before she managed to roll to corner and grab the bottom rope. “Break! Break! Get away from me bytWHOOOAAAAHHHEY!”
Knowing damned well that Sanders would take any opportunity she could to regroup among her meddling allies, Harley Jo closed in, grabbed hold of the blonde’s ankles and gave ‘em a mighty yank.
Kylie’s grip didn’t break though it did shift, rising from the bottom strand to the middle. “DAMMIT CARPENTER, I’M IN THE ROPES!” Sanders shouted after a second yank took her all the way to the top. “CALL THIS CRAZY BYTCH OFF!”
Drawn by the commotion, Al hurried over and swatted Collins on the shoulder. “C’mon Harley, you know better than that. Let her go!”
“Why Mr. Carpenter, where are your manners? Making such a demand of a lady without offering her a count in return? I’m shocked!”
The referee didn’t roll his eyes, nor did he hesitate to start in with, “ONE! TWO! THREE! FO--”
Kylie’s grip broke with half a second remaining, the Pleasant Valley Pariah ‘eeeeeping’ in wide-eyed surprise as Harley Jo brought her down near the center of the ring with a heavy THWHUMP! Sanders grunted and sat up, one hand pressed to the small of her back while the other tried to wave the challenger away. “Clear off, beeyotch. Don’t make me mess your NO! GET OFFA ME!”
Having laid claim to Kylie’s left ankle, the Wicked Witch of Razorback Holler yanked Sanders’s arm away from her torso, then snatched hold of the right when the blonde made to worry at her wrist. Not about to let the six-toed freak drag her around without a helluva fight, FAWN’s most hated laid out on her back and fired half a dozen kicks into the brunette’s long legs. “I said let GO, punk!” Sanders demanded after a particularly stiff shot below her attacker’s left knee. “Let go or I’ll chop your tall ass down from WHUUUNNNNGGGHHH!”
Harley Jo used the handholds to haul the Platinum Pixie to a seat at the same time she stepped in and THWHONKED a knee into Kylie’s forehead! Sanders’s noggin snapped backward and she sprawled out flat, or at least she would’ve if Collins didn’t have hold of her wrists.
“Ya know, a lot of people in this business TALK about stompin’ a mudhole, then walkin’ it dry. But very few actually have the wherewithal to pull it off. You mind if I give it a try, sugar?”
“Don’t… don’t even think about it you byNGH!” Collins raised her right foot and brought it down on Kylie’s exposed tummy. Sanders brought her knees up in an effort to protect her ribs, alas the Vicious Volunteer only puuuuuuulled up on her wrists while grrrrrrrrinding down with her heel. Ky groaned, then coughed out a series of ‘OOOFFFH’s’ when HJC piled on almost a dozen more rapid-fire Stomps. After that she resumed the grind, Collins clearly trying to carry through on her mudhole threat.
Careful to position himself between the champ and the rest of Hot & Bothered, Carpenter sank to one knee and asked, “How you doing, Kylie? Need me to call for the bell?” Sanders shook her head ‘no’ at once.
“Hellz no! All I need is for you to get this barbeque snuffling heiffer offa NNNGGGHH!” Harley Jo tacked on a final stomp, then spun to the side so she was lined up with the blonde’s head. From there she took to the sky, an almost London-worthy vertical leap that gave her more than enough time to extend both legs before she THWHUMPED the back of her right thigh atop Kylie’s chest. Spinning to one knee even as Sanders’s stems popped up, Collins hooked the far leg and stretched out across the Iowan’s chest for the…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNO!
The champion threw a shoulder up, though weakly considering the match might have been a couple minutes old. Kylie rolled to her side and HJC used the position to sink a set of nails into the platinum bob of her foe. She dragged a yelping Sanders up while Collins rose to a substantially higher vertical.
With the brunette arrow straight and the smaller blonde slumping, their size differential was emphasized all the more and it’s not helped when Harley Jo raised a big right elbow and CROWNED the skull of Sanders, dropping Kylie to one knee, Sanders’s hazel eyes glassy.
On the outside, the chorus of current and former partners tried to send some positivity to the title holder. Ky responded with an uppercut forearm between the long tanned stems of the Vicious Volunteer, but Harley’s ready, snatching the wrist with both palms well short of the goal. Collins RIPPED the Hawkeye to her feet and then some with the handle, popping the outgunned, platinum pixie off the canvas and into her arms.
HJC’s limbs wrapped around the ivory tummy of the Iowan and cinched tight, drawing a gasp from the laboring blonde. Ky’s boot tips stretched for the canvas but couldn’t reach as Collins rattled her Bear Hug from side to side, jarring and sapping simultaneously. Kylie tried to suck in deep breaths but wasn’t able while being crushed in the expert embrace of the Tennessee Terror.
“Ya still with me, gurl?” Harley Jo drawled, again shaking Ky in violent fashion.
Getting no response, the lanky brunette shifted her flaxen-haired bundle higher in her hug, working Sanders to a draped position over her right shoulder. Collins immediately dropped to her knees in a quickly crafted Gutbuster that had the overwhelmed champion retching while still stuck in the domineering sway of the brunette.
Harley Jo let a gutted Sanders spill to the deck, a jellied Chill ending in a wide breathless spreadeagle, Kristy and Cosette silenced into similar stupors while Jasmine pleaded for Vanilla to “DO SOMETHING!.
Instead, she laid lifeless as the long, lean Volunteer moved her right knee to Kylie’s navel and dug it in deep. With Sanders groaning piteously, Carpenter started his count next to the flattened shoulders of the IC champ, slapping out the…
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The casual pin gave Ky an out and she used it to weakly shift a shoulder up, a smirking Harley seemingly pleased Sanders forced her to hand out more punishment.
In Collins’s corner, Mercy seemingly knew she should tell her friend to keep her focus and just get the pin, but Ellis was with every FAWNatic in the building in wanting the demolition and dethroning of FAWN’s biggest traitor to last.
Harley pushed Ky flat, slapped her foe’s guarding arms away from her mangled middle, formed a set of talons out of her right set of digits and DUG ’EM DEEP into the aching abdomen of the Pleasant Valley Pariah. With HJC’s favorite sweet spot on the Hawkeye already failing, Collins’ belly claw “chewed” into the alabaster belly of the champ.
“AWWWGAWWWWD!” Ky screamed, her hands racing to her platinum bob, pulling against the limited follicles to unsuccessfully spread the pain.
For her part, the Vicious Volunteer drove her left hand on her right and leaned her upper body atop to SINK the burrowing digits FAR into the abused abs.
“PLLLEEEASSSSE!” Ky cried.
“Please what?” the nearby Al replied.
“Please get yo smelly ass away from Chill,” Jasmine shouted from the sidelines, jumping to the apron to get the man’s attention.
Al took the bait, rising and moving to J-Dogg, demanding she get back in her yard.
Around the corner, Kristy reached under the bottom rope to snatch HJC by an ankle and pulled her flat from all fours, Collins losing her claw as she’s tugged halfway out.
Mercy’s already on the way. But the cavalry was upended by a crouching Cosette, who threw a block into a knee of the charging Assassin when Mercy rounded a corner to support the challenger. Ellis fell to the floor in a heap, grasping at her wounded joint.
The FAWNatics buried the former Riviera apartment house wrestler under a wave of boos but LeBlanc seemed to revel in their disdain. She joined Kristy in yanking Collins the rest of the way out and heaving the lanky brunette into the guardrail behind her, Harley Jo’s spine dissected by the top of the barricade. Collins’s back arched in pain while Part Deux and the Frenchwoman departed in opposite directions in time to be several steps removed from the grimacing challenger when the ref turned his head in their direction.
Furious and undeterred, Harley Jo stepped back to the apron’s edge and rose to vertical outside the ropes. She met a charging Sanders with an overhand right between the eyes that halted any possible momentum for Vanilla Chill. Or so it looked for a moment. But Kylie was able to wrap her hands behind the brunette’s head and dropped to the canvas, hotshotting her foe, brunette windpipe crushed across the top rope.
HJC fell to the floor but kept her feet. Gagging, she reflexively rolled in under the bottom rope to renew the battle but for the first time, Kylie had the upper hand, immediately trying to show Collins she knows how to create a mudhole of her own. The blonde wasn’t as particular as HJC where her shoe leather landed, stomping away on every piece of the long, lean brunette she could reach.
Yet, with her dominance through the first many minutes, Collins had the reserves to rise despite the smaller blonde’s due diligence. Kylie watched in frustration turning to horror as Harley Jo ascended despite her efforts. Sanders’s stomps turned to haymakers when HJC got her feet under her and after a half dozen land to some degree, Collins right arm extended, her hand surrounding the throat of a bug-eyed Chill. Kylie’s head shakes a pleading ‘no’ as the crowd’s roar reaches jet-engine decibels.
When…
Kylie jabbed a thumb into Collins’s left eye. Harley Jo squealed in pain, Sanders released instantly from the upcoming Choke Slam. The lanky brunette spun away from Ky, rubbing at her peeper furiously as she cursed a blue streak. Only a split-second passes before the platinum pixie drove a brutal clipping shoulder into the back of Harley Jo’s left knee, bringing Collins down to size with a yelp.
With the challenger on that knee, a haggard Chill circled to the front of the lowered Tennessee Terror, wrapped the dark-haired grappler’s noggin up in a Front Facelock and laid out, PLANTING her foe’s forehead into the thinly-sheathed plywood with a DDT that left Collins face down and shuddering.
The assembled groaned at how quickly a seemingly defeated Sanders had turned the tables and they’re silent with worry when Ky shoved a pliant Harley to her back and climbed aboard in a Crossbody pin to the delight of her troika of shocktroops, who’ve meanwhile sent Mercy into the front row courtesy a three-on-one heave-ho.
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Collins sat up to end the count and the celebration with a shove that sent Kylie barrel rolling across the canvas! “That all you got, darlin’?” Harley Jo scowled, her reddened eye only adding to the challenger’s aura of menace. “A bunch of cheap shots while your rat pack nips at my heels?”
Sanders hurried to one knee, eager to return to verticality before the sadistic southerner. “That rat pack already dispatched your little kung fu matinee reject.” she sneered. “Which means they can sit back and relax while I pick you apart.” Vanilla Chill made a beeline for Collins only to draw back fast when the brunette rose to her full height.
Too irritated by the eye gouge to smirk at the show of reluctance, Harley Jo raised her right hand high overhead, daring the champion to meet her for an impossible Test of Strength. This brought a chortle from the crowd and more rage from Jasmine, who sprang onto the apron. “Whadda you think you’re playing at shyt kicker? You think my girl won’t break your--”
Ky extended a hand in Washington’s direction, startling her into silence. “I got this, Jazz.” then to Collins. “Sure you want this, beeyotch?”
The Vicious Volunteer offered her a charming smile. “Oh yes, I most certainly--”
Sanders raised her left hand in response only to crook it into a claw trained on the challenger’s eyes! Harley Jo instinctively reached for the blonde’s wrist, alas the swipe proved nothing more than a feint to put the brunette off guard when FAWN’s most hated STAMPED on her toes! Collins cursed, raised her aching tootsies and cursed against when Ky snagged the upended leg for what could only be a Single Leg Takedown. Of course this was easier said than done, as the champ discovered when HJC snatched her by throa--“OOOOOWWWWWWW BYTCH!”
Sanders abandoned the Single Leg as quickly as she’d secured it to sink her teeth into the soft meat between her foe’s left thumb and forefinger. Painful though the gnawing was, it seemed to galvanize the Vicious Volunteer because she reared back with her free hand and just CRAAACKED Sanders on the left ear with a huge Slap that made the rest of Hot & Bothered cringe in sympathetic anguish. The shot freed her hand from Ky’s jaws and allowed Collins to finally secure her oft-delayed Stranglehold.
“Not a bad effort, darlin’.” the challenger muttered as she drew back for a big left aimed between the blonde’s eyes. “Just not good enough to AAWWWWW F*CK!” Kylie stopped scrabbling at Harley Jo’s wrist and went for her fingers, grasping two in each hand for a quick, nasty yank that had more than one fan curling a hand tight against their chest.
FINGER SNAP:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=kTU_yOI8yIc
Collins did all that and then some, the frazzled Destroyer wheeling away from Kylie to protect her digits. In that regard it was a success, alas it also exposed her back to the Iowan’s glittering nails and Sanders wasted no time raaaaaaaaaaaaaking the challenger from shoulder to buttocks. It earned another shout of pain but Collins didn’t go down, not even after Ky tacked on a ‘get yer sorry ass outta here!’ Standing Dropkick that caught her between the shoulders.
Listing badly in the wake of the blonde’s hard scrabble offense, Harley Jo stumbled into the ropes and hooked her right arm over the top strand. “Keep the rat back for a second, would you Carpenter?” she huffed. “The peroxide fumes are getting to dammit, get offa me bytch!”
Jasmine only smirked and continued to worry at the brunette’s boot. “What’s that about fumes, cracka? Sounds like your narrow ass is makin’ excuseOOOOWWWWWW STOP THAT BEEYOTCH!”
Transformed from aggressor to aggrieved the instant Collins managed to stamp on her intruding mitt, Washington pleaded with Al for assistance but it took the combined might of Cozy and Kristy to finally prize her loose. “Let that be a lesson, lap dog.” the Tennessee Terror growled. “Don’t EVER track your shyt into my--” Ky charged in from the left, leapt onto the middle rope and caught her challenger in a Side Headlock all in the span between heartbeats. In the next instant she pushed off, twisted around and dropped to her tush to THWUNK Collins’s forehead into the deck with a gorgeous Springboard Bulldog!
SPRINGBOARD BULLDOG:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=CCzYy-FkzkM
The move sent a shockwave through the canvas, one strong enough for the rest of H&B to urge a cover, but Kylie didn’t even bother. Instead she shoveled the challenger to her back, got up and hit the ropes so she’d have plenty of momentum on her side when she left her feet in a gorgeous vertical leap and promptly THWHUMPED them into the brunette’s exposed midsection!
RUNNING DOUBLE STOMP:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=idu5VThuzRY
“YEAH, THAT’S RIGHT!” Kylie barked to Collins when she rolled to her knees and braced both arms against her midsection. “HOW’S THAT FEEL, TRASH HEAP? YOUR TUMMY HURT?”
Rather than wait for an answer she circled around behind the challenger, yanked down her right kneepad and raced at Collins. No high flying now, Ky only needed a short hop for the Enzu Kneelift she THWHONKED against the base of her rival’s skull. Harley Jo went down like she’d been pole-axed and this time Sanders needed no prompting from her crew, she immediately hooked the far leg and rolled into a Back Press good for…
CHILL VALLEY BRAIN FREEZE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=ga5rRX32CQU
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The Witch of Razorback Holler wrenched loose and began a slow motion barrel roll that took her toward the apron. Kylie got up to follow, took two steps, then groaned loudly and hobbled backward. “My knee!” she pointed to the one she’d recently bared. “I think that redneck’s got a plate in her head!”
Al did his due diligence with a careful examination of his charge’s potential injury. His dedication allowed Collins to slide under the bottom rope to the floor, unfortunately it also allowed the rest of Hot & Bothered to swarm the beleaguered challenger. Jasmine and Cozy came first, each snatching a wrist so they yank Harley Jo’s arms away from her torso and pwak-pwak-PWAK kicks against her midsection. Collins snarled, straightened up with her hands still occupied and got THWHUNKED against the steel ring-post courtesy of a Kristy Shoulderblock that could’ve doubled for a Spear!
Backing out of range before the brunette could grab hold, Sanders Part Deux swatted Washington and Leblanc while keeping a close eye on the oblivious. “Drop her one more time, then get outta here.” she ordered. Then I’ll finish her off.”
J-Dogg didn’t look to thrilled, but Combustible caught HJC in a Front Facelock, so Jasmine doubled down on the other side. That and a handful of tights was all they needed to take the Destroyer up, over and down to the barely-padded floor with a tandem Vertical Suplex. The THUD of Collins’s landing drew Al’s attention away from Kylie, at least until the champ let out another worried wail. That gave Cozy and Jasmine plenty of time to get back to the other side of the ring, their renewed cheering more than noisy enough to make up for the Black Sheep’s absence. Speaking of whom, Kristy had mounted the steel steps behind Harley Jo and settled into a tense, anticipatory crouch.
“Get your ass up, bytch. C’mon, get up!”
It took longer than Kristy would’ve liked, but eventually the brunette complied and even better, she turned toward the Real Deal. Sanders sprang as soon as she saw the whites of Harley Jo’s eyes, the powerful blonde middleweight somersaulting her way to a wicked Block--NO! Collins stepped back, forcing the Golden Gopher to over-rotate, meaning she landed on her would-be victim’s shoulders in the stall position for a Powerbomb. Too startled to react to this change of circumstances, Kristy only recognized the danger when Harley Jo turned toward the squared circle and THWHUNKED her spine-first against the apron!
APRON POWERBOMB:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=HEkRBGXw9w8
Sublimely pleased by the blonde’s wail, Harley Jo would’ve thrown her down if an icy voice hadn’t said, “Don‘t let her drop, Collins.”
Never one to second guess an Assassin, Harley Jo kept her hands locked and muscled Kristy back onto her shoulders, allowing the glassy-eyed Black Sheep a single good look at Mercy Ellis, recently returned from the other side of the barricade to take up residence atop the steel steps. Waiting just long enough to catch the blonde’s eye, she hurled herself into the void with a short Busaiku Knee that hit Kristy’s chest with more than enough force to set off the Powerbomb that THWHUMPED Minnesota-not-so-nice against the blue-sheathed floor.
Aware that Kylie’s knee had improved by leaps and bounds in the last few seconds, Harley Jo flipped hair out of her eyes and looked from the champ to her cousin and back again. “Seems you’re down a Black Sheep, darlin’.” she said with a languid smile. “Lose any more, you might have to close that petting zoo.”
Kylie saw her cousin unconscious at the feet of the Vicious Volunteer. She swallowed hard, her most powerful back-up left comatose, and hesitated as the bigger brunette climbed to the apron and slid her long sinewy legs through the ropes.
“Thankya darlin’,” Collins drawls as she entered. “Mighty nice a ya to play fair and let me in unimpeded. Or is it play scared?”
The Intercontinental champion turned to her corner, Cosette and Jasmine having cut Kristy adrift to provide support to Kylie. EMTs moved to Part Deux’s side as Ellis returned to the floor in the challenger’s portion of the neighborhood.
“Are we ready to start again?” HJC asked her foe, claiming the middle of the ring.
When Kylie silently skulked around the edges, Collins slowly but surely tracked her foe, cutting down Sanders’ escape routes until she cornered the platinum pixie in a neutral set of buckles.
Stuck. Kylie thrust forward for a Collar & Elbow Tie-Up, champion reaching up while the Tennessee Terror shifted her arms downward. It’s readily apparent Harley Jo had the strength advantage, even as brunette and blonde switched positions, the challenger toward the corner with Ky outward. It quickly became apparent why when Collins launched Kylie into the air and swung her airborne foe past, THUMPING Kylie’s spine into the buckles.
Vanilla Chill’s ivory stems gave a shudder, back arching, but she remained upright with the help of her arms thrown over the top cable on either side. Harley scooped her hands under the pits of Ky’s arms and raised the elfin blonde to a seat on the top.
Sagging, the champ seemed drained as Collins approached and pressed a palm into the front of Ky’s left hip and shoulder. Showing her power, Harley Jo launched the head-shaking Hawkeye up in an astounding Military Press, Jasmine and Cozy’s eyes going wide as HJC carried the pleading titleholder overhead to the middle. There, Harley Jo genuflected, dropping her bundle forward, Kylie’s alabaster tummy impaled on the plank of Collins’ upper leg with a Gutbuster that lived up to its name.
MILITARY PRESS GUTBUSTER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=JmOcLqICbPo
Ky rolled off the knee to a seated position, swaddling her demolished abs and groaning feebly. Sanders buttscooted toward the ropes but HJC snatched what follicles she could manage from Chill’s silvery bob. The lanky brunette tugged Kylie to her feet and surrounded her foe’s waist, flipping the flagging Sanders in front of her, catching her in a modified slam position and gutting her again with a signature version of her infamous busters, the Trailer Park Drop.
TRAILER PARK DROP:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZsTtl-amB6g
Kylie flopped off the stabbing bony joint, ending in sobbing heap. Harley Jo dropped to a Lateral Press for the cover, hooking the abbreviated stem of the blonde for good measure, picking up the…
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Chill’s shoulders never left the canvas, but the resourceful champion laid an ankle over the bottom rope and the zebra caught the positioning before he made the third slap. Little did Al know but a ducking Jasmine, now hidden below the apron, laid her partner’s leg on the rubber-coated steel to make the save.
Mercy didn’t miss the shenanigans however. She passed Kristy being wheeled away on a stretcher and decided it might be time to ‘Assassin’ate another member of Hot&Bothered’s Corps. While HJC collected her flaccid foe inside, Ellis strode around the corner and tapped LeBlanc on the shoulder. Cosette turned, seemingly believing a returning Jasmine’s behind her but it’s Ellis staring her down, literally.
Cozy threw her palms up and forward, begging off as she backpedaled, wanting nothing to do with a clearly perturbed Mercy.
“Allez,” Cosette shouted.
As LeBlanc leapt to the side, a snarling J-Dogg charged Collins’s cavalry. Jasmine NAILED Ellis with a running forearm to the bridge of the blonde’s nose. Despite the African-American grappler’s impact, Mercy somehow remained vertical, though her legs are rubbery. Washington slipped behind the wobbly Ellis and slapped a Full Nelson in place, capturing the former MMA fighter’s arms.
Jasmine directed Combustible to fulfill the rest of their plan to regain the numbers advantage they’d held. LeBlanc was a little hesitant to oblige, but finally she surged and elevated into a spinning Enzugiri aimed at Mercy’s left temple.
It’s too much, too late as the Assassin’s background came into play, Ellis able to slip free from Jazzy’s grip and drop to her backside. Cosette’s boot SLAMMED into the side of Jasmine’s skull instead, the force sending her into a violent pirouette that ended with J-Dogg scooped off the thinly padded cement by a rising Mercy.
Captured in a Fireman’s Carry, a stunned Jasmine’s dark eyes blinked wide, not completely aware of her predicament. An instant later, the rest of her consciousness left the building as Ellis shrugged Jasmine off her shoulders in front of her and CRACKED a raised knee to her forehead, Washington the victim of a Mercy Killing.
MERCY KILLING:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=cnJdUriXMnY
Jasmine’s out cold before she hit the floor, as was evident by the way the back of her head connects. Above and beside her was a hovering Mercy who turned to an aghast LeBlanc, in disbelief at what’s happened and whose fault it might be.
Immediately, Cozy turned tail and beat a hasty retreat with Mercy right on her tiny taut behind, each hauling ass around the ring and up the ramp. The Frenchwoman dove behind the curtain with Mercy a split-second behind. Quickly emerging as they departed was a new set of EMTs to tend to Hot & Bothered’s second motionless carcass.
Harley Jo, with Kylie captured in a tight Front Facelock, watched the race to the back with a sly grin.
“Looks like it’s just you and me, sweetie. And I think we both know what that means.”
Harley vaulted the haggard Ky into the air, stalling the diminutive blonde in a Vertical Suplex, Sanders’ boot soles pointed to the rafters. She held Chill overturned for seven…eight…nine…ten seconds before sending the champion over. But to the astonishment of all, Sanders landed on her feet behind Collins and spun into a nasty forearm thrust to the back of Harley’s left knee, cutting the bigger brunette down to size.
Ky, looking a wreck but apparently receiving a shot of homemade adrenaline, scrambled to her feet and around to the front of her foe. She clamped on a Front Facelock of her own.
“It means I’ll kick your hillbilly ass,” Kylie growled, laying out and PLOWING the crown of Harley’s head into the deck with a nasty DDT.
The impact left Collins facedown and twitching to the silent anxiety of the entire arena. Sanders shoveled Collins to her back and dropped her sweat-soaked frame across Harley Jo’s in a Lateral Press, too exhausted to hook a leg. It didn’t seem needed for…
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The Backwoods Brawler rolled to one side with half a second to spare, earning Al a withering glare from Sanders. “What’s wrong with you, moron?” she snarled. “Did you actually buy into this freak’s offer of a opossum hide bribe?”
Carpenter started to protest his innocence, not that Ky paid him a lick of attention once the challenger tumbled to all fours. “Don’t think so, beeyotch. You don’t leave that mat until I say so.” With that she palmed Collins’s shoulders in both hands and hopped aboard, the champion securing her mount with a snug Bodyscissors around the Southerner’s waist. HJC grunted but didn’t even come close to buckling under Sanders’s weight, so the blonde relinquished one of her shoulder grips in favor of a nastily cocked forearm she proceeded to pwak-pwak-pwak-PWAAAK into the back of Harley Jo’s skull. “I SAID STAY DOWN, FREAK!” Kylie barked after she’d unloaded a full baker’s dozen. “STAY DOWN OR I’LL BEAT YOUR HEAD INNWHOOOAAAAHH!”
Collins righted herself with a furious roar, the brunette Destroyer cinching her arms around Kylie’s shins to keep her glued in place. Give the champ credit, she immediately crossed her ankles and squeeeeeeeeeeeezed with every ounce of strength those gams could muster. In the same breath she snaked her right arm around Harley Jo’s throat to cup her own left bicep while that hand braced against the base of Collins’s skull. “Tap out, loser.” Ky murmured in the challenger’s ear. “Otherwise I’ll put you to sleep and let the rest of my crew send you to Chill Valley for--”
The Witch of Razorback Holler answered by breaking into a flat out run aimed directly at a corner on the far side of the ring. Sanders bore down on her Rear Naked Choke, alas it wasn’t enough to slow Collins down before she whipped around and BWUUUNGED Kylie spine-first into the buckles. Disgruntled Kylie Corps members the world over broke into raucous cheers that gave way to disgusted boos when Harley Jo stumbled away from the corner with the FAWN’s most hated still strapped to her back. Yet a good idea was a good idea, so the Tennessee Terror took off down her own back-trail en route to another blonde-crushing collision in the opposite “EEEERRRRHHH SHYT!”
Honed into something cold and wicked by all those months spent in Chill Valley, the tenacity of one Kylie Sanders made itself known in the form of a savage swipe across the challenger’s eyes. Harley Jo let loose of the blonde’s legs to tend to her face which was all well and good if the Pernicious Platinum Pixie hadn’t slapped a Waistlock around her midsection and kept barreling forward! There was a low THWUMP when Collins hit the top buckle chest-first, followed by a much louder ‘ooooohhh’ from those assembled as Ky dropped down and back to stack the brunette on her shoulders with what looked like an O’Connor Roll. Primed to lend their voices to Al’s count, the crowd got even louder when Sanders rolled to boot leather and haaaaaaaaaaaaauled her lanky prey up, over and DOWN with a flawless German Suplex that left Harley Jo stacked high and tight on her shoulders. Truly ‘Over & Done’ with this particular ‘Mania, Kylie Sanders bridged up on her tiptoes through the…
OVER & DONE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=4AUwBsk1JpQ
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Collins pulled free of the Waistlock to flop onto her belly with barely a heartbeat between her and a galling defeat on FAWN’s grandest stage. Shaking her head over the injustice of it all, Kylie got to her feet and delivered not one, not two, but three Double Stomps to Collins’s tummy in rapid succession. Even more impressive, she did so while holding a pair of raised middle fingers on one Algernon Carpenter.
“Paying attention now, jerk-off?” she snapped after finishing her trifecta. “You get out of position one more time and I’ll punt your head into the upper deck!”
That harangue coupled with the fact that Harley Jo was still stretched out at her feet with both arms swaddling her midsection seemed to placate champion, or at least focus her long enough to lay claim to the brunette’s right wrist and ankle. A caveman drag followed shortly thereafter, Sanders grunting with the effort of lugging HJC’s near deadweight into the vicinity of another corner. Dropping her burden once she was in the right spot, Kylie hustled to the ring-post and climbed into the high rent district. “Look at that piece of garbage!” Kylie shouted out to the sea of faces and flashbulbs. “She’s got nothing left! I did that to her! ME! I didn’t need back-up to get the job done and I sure as hell don’t need you idiots!”
This brought the loudest round of jeers yet, which Kylie answered with an equally emphatic set of middle fingers. Treating all the haters to a blown kiss and a mouthed ‘kiss my ass’, Sanders dropped into a deep crouch and launched herself out into the void in a gorgeous Moonsault that brought her THAWHAMMING down atop Harley Jo’s upraised knees.
Aware of nothing save the sound of air leaving her lungs, Ky bounced high, curled into a loose ball and landed awkwardly on one side. There she stayed until the resurgent challenger wrapped a hand around the back of her neck and hauled her to verticality. “Bit of advice, darlin’?” Harley Jo reeled Kylie into a Front Facelock, then grabbed a fistful of waistband that resulted in cheeky half-wedgie for the champ. “Don’t tell the crowd off until after you’ve won.” She muscled the reeling Iowan directly overhead, held her there for no more than two seconds, then slung her down and laid out on her back while drawing both knees up across her chest. Sanders met the bony joints for the second time in less than a minute and Kylie bounced away to come to rest on all fours well away from the sanctuary of the ropes.
SUPLEX LIFTED DOUBLE KNEES:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=SOWSdSDoUDQ
Arms crisscrossed over her tummy in a desperate effort to keep everything in place, Sanders reared back to get a bead on the Vicious Volunteer and THWHACK! Collins came at her like a runaway freight train, the brunette’s left leg flicking up at the last second to smash her shin across the blonde’s forehead.
MOONSHINER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=2Hu4pl_oLIs
The FAWNatics came unglued when Kylie hit the deck in a flat sprawl, each and every one of them convinced the Moonshiner had finally brought the pixie’s reign of terror to a suitable close. But Harley Jo herownself wasn’t quite so sure, which was why she cupped Sanders’s head in both hands and scraped her off the mat to apply a Double Underhook. Quick to take her own advice, the big brunette didn’t waste time with words, she simply hoisted the devastated lightweight up one more time, Ky’s legs barely moving as a few long seconds ticked off the clock. Then Collins played her hand, slinging Ky down while she laid out on her back for the third THWHUMPING knees to tummy impact in as many minutes. The queen of Hot & Bothered bounced into the air, came down flat on her back and offered no resistance whatsoever when Collins slid over and splashed down across her chest. Al dove into position just as the challenger hooked the far leg and the sold out crowd began to count…
ACE OF SPADES:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZrshSobqt1M
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The victorious volunteer dropped the leg and clambered to her feet to ensure the ref could raise her hand when the Announcer called, “Ladies and gentlemen, your winner via pin-fall and the NEW Intercontinental Champion… HARLEY JO COLLINS!”
Al broke away, returned shortly with Harley Jo’s prize. “Congratulations, champ.” he draped it over one shoulder. “You earned it.”
Collins lifted her first piece of FAWN gold up and pressed it to her forehead. After a moment she nodded and murmured, “Yeah, I guess I did.” She put the belt around her waist backwards, snapped it snug, then made a show of turning it around so the gold was properly aligned. “Know what else I earned?” Harley Jo asked to no one in particular. The newly golden Witch of Razorback Holler raised a foot and placed it atop Kylie’s chest, earning a soft groan from the deposed champ.
Well and truly satisfied, Collins celebrated with a double bicep flex while Gladiatrix photogs snapped dozens of soon to be iconic shots.