Post by dsb on Dec 19, 2018 21:19:46 GMT
Realizing the imminently arriving Upstart is so close to becoming a title holder for a second time, the crowd is at a fever pitch and all unite in bringing their favorite to the field of battle. The FAWNatics rise to their feet in unison, chanting “CHLO-EEE. CHLO-EEE.”
As if on cue, the sound of Avril Lavigne’s ‘What the Hell’ signals the dimpled cutie whose loyal fan following has few rivals is near. The crowd hops to the infectious pop beat and crane their necks toward the stage to gather an eyeful of the bubbly brunette.
Bouncing out from backstage is a tawny wisp of a woman; all big dark doe eyes, darkened mane and cherubic girlish features. Chloe skips from one side of the stage to the other. Clutched in her right hand is the paw of a fluffy, pink teddy bear ( imageshack.us/photo/my-images/52/sbeare.jpg/ ), her bestest buddy, Straw Beary. The diminutive Upstart gyrates playfully around the platform, joyously pumping her fist with the crowd to Avril’s accompaniment. She holds up her bear and has Straw wave to the crowd. The masses, mesmerized, wave back to the pink plushie as the ring announcer officially announces her arrival.
“Our next match is scheduled for one fall with a 30-minute time limit and is for the FAWN Lightweight Championship. From Boca Raton, Florida…standing 5 feet 2 inches and weighing in at 109 pounds…the challenger…CHLOE…STRAWBERRY…FIELDS.”
CHLOE FIELDS
The Upstart prances down the ramp, dressed in a pink and black ruffled two piece with mini-skirt bottoms. Pink boots and pads seal the deal.
Chloe zig-zags from side to side, slapping hands with the fans, beaming from ear to ear. As FAWN’s resident angel reaches the ring, she takes a lap, making acquaintance with nearly every front row ticket purchaser while introducing her pink cub to the fans.
Chloe holds Straw Beary close to her chest and waves his paw at the FAWNatics, the bear getting a high-five from one fan that draws a chirpy chuckle from Fields.
Reaching the steps, Chloe saunters up, proceeds halfway down the length of the ring, and slips through the ropes. She lip-syncs along with her music while hopping around the ring before settling in her corner, placing Straw Beary just so to give him the best seat in the house.
Fields climbs halfway up the corner, looking out on the assembled, and gives the fans an ovation they return, another “CHLO-EEE” chant rippling through the throng as Strawberry’s attention turns toward the upper stage.
ALL OF THE LIGHTS!
Sure enough the lights go dim, all save five pure white spotlights which range slowly across the arena and coalesce at a single point at the top of the ramp. With Kanye’s banger getting underway a woman walks out into that glowing pool, both hands raised high and a big and seriously sparkly gold belt strapped around her waist. As the beat kicks in the woman ‘pops’ both hands open, her flashbulb sigil coinciding with a burst of chaotic strobing from the many stage lights in the arena.
ZOE SCOTT
“And from Dubai the United Arab Emirates…standing 5 feet 4 inches and weighing in at 114 pounds…she is the Diva, the Oil Baroness, the Best Thing that Ever Happened to FAWN and the Greatest Lightweight in the World…your Lightweight Champion…ZOE SCOTT!
Sauntering down the ramp, Scott is revealed in all her glory. A pair of heavily branded Armarni shades cover her eyes, while her body is covered only by a set of grey Calvin Klein-styled underwear, the top cut low to expose a mountain of cleavage while the bottoms bare her honey-tanned flanks to great effect. On her feet are a pair of pure white sneakers, Balenciaga branding heavily visible throughout. But most eyes are drawn to that belt, the leather and gold of the Lightweight Title strapped firmly around that trim waist.
Reaching ringside, the Diva struts up to the apron and takes a second to glance out at her audience, removing those expensive-looking shades to do so. Then she carefully unclasps that much vaunted belt and holds it away from her body. From out of the darkness comes a hand, taking both belongings and revealing the presence of the Champ’s assistant, who had apparently made her way down to the ring without ever intruding on her boss’ spotlight.
ISOBEL LAMONT
As the lights come back they reveal the Fixer, clad in her usual skin tight denim, strappy black top and black cowboy boots. Her blonde mane is barely covered by a black Stetson, which the Texan removes as she takes her employer’s prized possessions over to a seat near the announce table. Up in the ring Scott slips through the ropes and spreads her hands wide, ‘popping’ another flashbulb sigil in the direction of the TV camera.
Ignoring her Upstart opponent entirely, Zoë beelines for tonight’s referee Craig Long and grabs him by the lapel. “Listen closely Greg,” she hisses at him, “last time I faced that sneaky little girl she kept on illegally using that stupid bear and whatever foreign objects she has hidden inside it. I want it banned from ringside immediately, do you understand?” She waves dismissively at Fields, whose only response was to start giggling, and turns back to her corner before the referee manages to get over his surprise.
“Uh…it’s just a stuffed toy miss.” Chloe startles at that, hurriedly covering the bear’s ears before whisperingly reassuring him that he’s so much more than that. Long looks even more embarrassed but continues anyway, “I can only ban it if it…uh…I mean if he interferes in the match.” He steps back, correctly pre-empting the champion’s reaction as she whirls round to face him.
“DON’T YOU DARE TALK BACK TO ME!” The Oil Baroness’s tone is outraged, her face already reddening. “I am the Lightweight Champion!” she declares loudly. “I’m the Best Thing that Ever Happened to FAWN, I’m the greatest lightweight wrestler the world has ever seen and I’m…”
“No you aren’t.” Chloe has got rid of all trace of the giggles by now, her voice loud and firm, face deadly serious. Scott turned away from the beleaguered referee and took a few steps towards her, attention now fully focussed on the Upstart. “What did you say, has-been?” she asks with murder in her voice. Strawberry doesn’t even blink.
“You aren’t the best.” The smaller woman steps forwards, limbs loose and ready. “You aren’t better than me, or Bunny, or Sammie, Wendy, all the other women who’ve been champion. All you are is a cheating bully, and bullies only ever get WHOA!”
Unwilling to listen to any more of the Floridian’s slander, Scott brings one hand up and around in a big open handed slap which hits nothing but empty space. Chloe saw the shot coming a mile away and ducks smoothly underneath, dancing around behind the champion and giving her a light but oh-so-disrespectful slap on the back of her head. “You’re too slow to be the best!” she giggles, “and now you’ll get what’s coming to yoURRRGH!”
One of Scott’s elbows drove backwards wildly, thumping into the point of the shorter woman’s chin and ‘clacking’ her jaw shut. Fields staggers backwards as the champion turns to face her, stepping in to give a big two-handed shove and then barrelling forwards, driving the former Cirque du Soleil performer into the corner. Chloe’s spine came to rest on the buckles but Zoë doesn’t stop, dipping down and jabbing her shoulder into taut Florida stomach.
A second spear drives into Fields' core, ramming her back into the gap between the buckles. Zoë stands up to her full height and just pushes in again, grabbing the ropes either side of the trapped Upstart and mashing her curves into that petite frame. “I’m going to make you eat those words, idiot,” she hisses, “your stupid friend Bugsy got away with just tapping out to my tits, but you're getting up close and personal.”
Feeling that the tawny brunette was mollified in her corner, Scott thumps a big Forearm Smash into her chest just to make sure, and then backs off a few yards further. She takes a breath and then charges back in, jumping off one foot and hurtling into a chest-first Splash which ended up slamming that well-padded top square into the turnbuckle! Fields is again too fast, slipping out between the ropes at the last second. And to capitalise on that quickness she flicks a boot up, clunking into Scott’s forehead and sending her stumbling backwards with stars in her eyes.
Corner evasion kick
m.youtube.com/watch?v=yBeI3JoN_UI
Pumping her fist to get the crowd fired up, Chloe uses that answering roar as energy to hop neatly up to the top turnbuckle. She stands up, the former acrobat rock steady on that precarious perch. And then as soon as Scott glances up Strawberry dives off, 109lbs of lithe Upstart crashing into a Thesz press which smashed the champ down into the canvas. Chloe scoots around to take a seat on the comfy cushion of the diva’s chest and hooks up both of those honey tanned legs. The Upstart Nation counted along with Craig Long as his hand dropped...
ONCE
TWICE
Disoriented as she was Zoë was simply not willing to give her title up that easily, reaching up and shoving the lighter woman. It was enough to lift her shoulder up off the mat, to groans from the FAWNatics, but not quite enough to dislodge the other brunette entirely. “You make a very comfy seat!” Chloe chirps, bouncing up and down a few times to crunch her full weight down right on the Oil Baroness' much vaunted chest. But her giggles give way to a yelp of surprise when Scott grabs her bottoms at either side and yanks up hard, the wedgie enough to dislodge the Floridian from her seat.
With Fields having a sudden and urgent need to tend to her togs, the champion rises behind her, flicking up a kick which clunks into a the tawny flesh of the Upstart’s freshly exposed booty. Chloe lets out an 'eep' and reaches back to cover up only for Zoë to snatch one of those arms and spin out to one side, twisting the limb as she went. One expensive sneaker flicks out again, this time slamming into the meat of Fields’ already twisted shoulder. And Zoë spins again, this time around into a hammerlock which snugs her in tight to the other brunette's back
“Touch my boobs again and I’ll knock you the hell out,” Zoë advises. Straw-beary's favourite wrestler didn’t seem all that threatened by this, but although her mouth opened whatever words she had died in her throat as Scott spinss again, still dragging that twisted arm with her. Two swift pirouettes and then the Dubai girl suddenly yanked down, using that knotted up limb as a lever at slam the smaller girl down face first into the canvas covered plywood.
Snap arm wringer
m.youtube.com/watch?v=3QuV0LQt2ug
Dumped down to the mat, it seems that Chloe still can’t rescue that limb from her tormentor, the Diva keeping tight grip and using it to lever the Upstart onto her front. Scott kneels over her. “I’m a gracious champion,” she tels Fields, “and that means I suppose I can forgive your insolence. I’ll even let you walk out of here. But only if you tap out right now.” To emphasize that point Zoë rears back, yanking her victim’s arm into an unnatural position and bracing it tight against her posted knee!
Grounded hammerlock
m.youtube.com/watch?v=38AtJZHXzuk
Fields yelps as her arm is twisted in a direction never intended. She wriggles, trying to find a way to freedom, but the champ continues to pour on the pressure. Long lowers to the mat and goes face to face with Chloe, asking if the challenger wants to give in. Strawberry squeaks out a ‘no’.
“Did you not hear me or are you as stupid as you seem?” Zoë asks.
“I’m a former and future lightweight champion,” the Upstart replies defiantly, managing to fidget over the Diva’s bracing foot and roll toward her captured arm, relieving the stress. Fingers laced and locked, Chloe rolls away from Scott, tossing her foe across the ring.
Zoë uses the momentum to pop to her feet. She turns and surges at a rising Fields, lowering a shoulder to spear the Upstart, but the challenger leapfrogs over the Oil Baroness, Scott speeding to the ropes and rebounding.
She sprints toward the ponytailed brunette, ready to reclaim her advantage, but Chloe has different ideas, leaping and spinning into a heel kick connecting with Zoë’s chin. Scott’s legs fly out from beneath her as she crashes to the deck.
Spinning Heel Kick
www.youtube.com/watch?v=2ONC-ACyhX0
Zoë’s arms bracket her aching noggin, but she fights up to her haunches in short order. Chloe’s a little quicker, having kipped to her feet, adrenaline flowing freely. She sets in a corner as the dazed champ tries blinking her bearings back in place. Before she’s able, Chloe charges Zoë. Fields leaps, legs extended. Her stems clamp tight around Zoë’s cranium and she backflips away from the momentary scissors.
Zoë barrels forward and down, FACEPLANTING into the thinly-covered plywood from the beautifully-executed spike hurricarana.
Spike hurricarana
www.youtube.com/watch?v=oTd9ql0oFlg
Zoë’s head bounces from the force of the impact, Scott ending on her haunches again, if even more shellshocked than before. Chloe easily shoves her over then spreads her body atop that of the champ for the…
ONE…
TWO…
Zoë kicks her way out of a pinfall with a tick to spare. She turns to her chest and pushes to all fours, trying to regain her awareness.
The former Cirque du Soleil star and second-generation grappler isn’t about to let the pace of the match slow. In a split-second, Chloe’s vertical again and on the move. If once was good, twice is better and Fields attacks, leaping in for a slightly altered rendition of the previous move, using a headscissors takedown to send Zoë’s face SLAMMING against the canvas.
Headscissors Takedown
www.youtube.com/watch?v=drWQqgtBzig
Scott’s left face down and twitching, but Strawberry passes on a pin. Instead, she heads for the nearest set of buckles and climbs to the top while Zoë recovers below. The Dubai Diva pushes to hands and knees, pointed in Chloe’s direction, Fields poised to launch for a missile dropkick.
But before Zoë can push up the rest of the way and get force-fed a pair of boot soles, Isobel grabs an ankle and yanks the champ out of the ring under the bottom rope. The big blonde envelops Scott in her arms and guides her to the barricade behind them.
Unfortunately for the partners in crime, Chloe is still on her perch and in range. She measures her more distant targets and, showing no fear, launches in a crossbody. From that height, even the spritely Fields has some force behind her and, with Isobel’s arms full of Zoë, there’s no catch to be made. Instead, the twosome is knocked into the steel barricade and all three end in a pile at its base, a smiling Chloe on top.
She pops to her feet to the roar of the crowd, beaming and waving next to the wreckage. Chloe plucks Scott from atop the buried blonde and runs her to the apron’s edge, tossing her foe back in the ring and quickly following behind. She takes a brief detour to her corner to give Beary a quick wave and races at a rising Zoë.
With the champ still on one knee, Fields lands her Shining Wizard flush with Zoë’s temple, sending the Oil Baroness splattering to the deck, Scott ending in a wide spreadeagle.
Shining Wizard
www.youtube.com/watch?v=axMwm35qBxo
The crowd buzzes with excitement even before Chloe can cover and when the tawny, slender Upstart dives into a lateral press of the splayed Scott, the crowd chants along with the slaps of the mat for the…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOO!
With fingers sunk deep into her flaxen mane in worry, Lamont watches as Scott keeps her nascent title reign in existence by eking a shoulder off the mat by an inch or two.
The FAWNatics groan in disappointment as Strawberry’s second go as lightweight champ is put on hold. She looks longingly at Craig, but he holds only two fingers aloft. Fields’ dimples flash and she nods with a soft smile.
With a reeling Zoë unable to get completely off her back, Fields decides to take to the skies again, determined to use her distinctive acrobatics to claim the title. She scurries to the nearest buckles and easily hops to the top, turning to face her still horizontal foe. Vaulting into the ether, Chloe pulls her legs in close, forming the Strawberry Cannonball.
She descends toward the waylaid Zoë and her open midriff to drive the remaining air and fight out of the champion. But the plan goes awry when Scott’s able to roll from under the drop zone. Chloe’s knees BANG into the deck with her target gone and she tumbles along in a pained ball, now hugging her limbs close in pain rather than as a weapon. The grimacing Upstart slowly unfolds her lower limbs and begins to shake them out when a risen Zoë grabs each ankle, spreading the golden-brown stems wide.
“Let’s see if you can accumulate those frequent flier miles with your cockpit collapsed,” Scott threatens breathlessly, lifting a right boot above Chloe’s kitty.
Strawberry ‘washes windows’ with her beseeching palms but the Oil Baroness pays her no mind, STOMPING Fields’ crotch. Chloe sits up as if she’s had an electric shock supplied, dark eyes wide. She squeaks pitifully then groans in anguish when Zoë grinds the sole of her boot into Strawberry’s throbbing privates.
Scott lets Chloe’s legs loose and Fields curdles into a fetal ball around her aching womanhood.
“You had your chance at the easy way,” Zoë reminds her foe, stomping away at Chloe to crack open the turtleshell of protection. Once opened, Scott grabs a wrist and peels a misty-eyed and rubber-legged Chloe off the deck.
The Dubai Diva tugs her quaking foe into a bearhug and lifts Fields off the canvas before genuflecting and PLOWING her knee into Chloe’s crotch with an Inverted Atomic Drop. A frozen Fields, legs bowed, remains in place as Zoë slips out from beneath. The Upstart’s face is twisted in agony as the waves of pain radiate.
Zoë turns and races to the ropes. Hitting the cables at full speed, she u-turns, racing at the stationary target and NAILS Chloe between the eyes with her Showstopper. The palm heel strike drops Fields as if shot and when Zoë skids to a stop, she turns to find the demolished Chloe lain at her feet in a succulent starfish.
Scott sends a wink in Straw Beary’s direction and plants a knee on Chloe’s gulping tummy for the…
ONE…
TWO…
Early in her career the combination of such a strike on top of the working over her kitty had received might have been enough to put the Cirque du Soleil standout down for the count. But the 2018 vintage Fields is a much more resilient and composed prospect and proves her Championship class by taking a deep breath and using both hands to shove clear of Scott’s arrogant pin. The Diva looks stunned and infuriated in equal measure before apparently deciding there must have been some mistake, reaching down to hook one leg and press herself forwards for a second bite of this particular Strawberry, earning…
ONE
Paying the price for her earlier arrogance, this time Zoë can’t get past a single slap of the mat before the former champion kicks loose. To make matters worse Fields shoves the brunette off entirely, turning to her front to prevent any more quick pinfall attempts and buying herself enough time to regroup. Kneeling above her, Scott lets out a growl of frustration and rakes a hand through her hair before turning to Craig Long.
“Is this little idiot paying you, or are you just too stupid to count to three?” she snarls, reaching down to grasp at Chloe’s arm. The beleaguered official opens his mouth to protest but Zoë cuts him off. “It doesn’t matter either way, because everyone knows I’m going to knock her out. But maybe I’ll rip her arm off first, iust to teach you not to screw me.” True to her word she yanks up on Fields’ captive wing, seemingly looking for another go at that already worked-over limb.
Whatever she’s trying for the champ never finds it, Chloe showing that she’s fully recuperated by yanking back and using the surprised Diva as a brace to pull herself up to a crouch. And she doesn’t stop there, dragging Scott up to standing and whirling underneath her outstretched limb to complete a lightning-fast Armwringer. Keeping hold of the twisted appendage she steps daintily around and flicks up a neat kick which clunks into the Oil Baroness’ jaw!
Head rocked back by the blow, Scott is in no position to prevent her challenger from giving another yank on that twisted arm, using it like a leash to lead the Dubai girl towards the ropes. Once there Fields runs up the buckles with ridiculous ease, taking two swift steps along the steel cable and then throwing herself forwards into a gorgeous somersault while dragging Zoë along for the ride. Chloe lands neatly on her feet, but the champ isn’t nearly as lucky, hurled clean across the ring by the Rope-Run Armdrag.
Splashing down on her back is painful for the Oil Baroness, but she’s also totally disoriented after having been spun roughly through the air. That dizziness leaves her as an easy target at Chloe reclaims possession of her arm and slams a forearm into that overspilling chest. With Scott suitably mollified Fields sets off on her second trip up the ropes, this time turning at the top buckle and launching back into her target. Straw-beary’s favourite wrestler hooks around the wobbly Diva’s head and rotates through a double axis spin which ends with her bumping into the mat on her back. The ride is far worse for Zoë, ripped off her moorings and spiked into the canvas right on the crown of her head!
Rope- assisted tornado DDT
www.youtube.com/watch?v=P_tj2v0hdog
Zoë slops over onto her back in a boneless starfish, but she’s not left there for long. Chloe’s quickly over to hook a leg and pour herself over the dazed champ. The prospect of a second title reign for their favourite Strawberry has the crowd in a frenzy, counting along at the top of their lungs as the referee drops for…
ONE
TWO
…
Chloe hasn’t felt the slightest movement from the brunette, so she’s just as confused as the crowd when the victorious ‘THREE’ never comes. She looks up in confusion and sees that the Diva has somehow managed to drape one otherwise lifeless foot just under the nearest ropes! It only takes a second for her to notice the presence of Isobel Lamont, trying her best to look nonchalant while standing right next to the scene of her employer’s miraculous escape. And Fields doesn’t take long to put two and two together, popping to her feet and wagging a finger at the interfering blonde.
For her part Lamont doesn’t even look at the redhead, instead using the time to drag her boss out of the ring and buy her some recuperation time. She only turns round when Chloe yells “Why can’t you just fight fair for once!” and turns pleadingly to the referee. It seems that Isobel might remember that Fields has had her dismissed from ringside once before, offering up a sullen “I didn’t even touch her,” before turning back and making a big fuss of smoothing out the wrinkles in Scott’s togs.
“You ok Scotty?” she asks under her breath. The Oil Baroness is still occupied with blinking away the fog, but after a few seconds she’s recovered enough to growl “I’m ok, but I’m going to send that little moron out of here on a stretcher. Now get me back in the ring.” Happy to oblige, the Fixer scoops her charge up and deposits her slightly unsteadily on the apron. “Get the little girl to step back,” she demanded of Craig Long, who turned to check where Fields was at the exact instant when the Upstart went up on her toes and sprinted full pace at her brattish opponent!
Unfortunately for the high flyer it seems that Zoë might have anticipated her charge, reaching over to grab two big handfuls of hair just as Strawberry reaches her and then dropping off the apron. Already carrying a lot of momentum, Fields is dragged down with her throat crunched painfully across the top strand. And there’s worse to come, Scott hopping back up onto the apron, repositioning the redhead’s neck across the middle rope, and then lifting one leg up to drape over the back of her skull, her full weight pressing down on Field’s windpipe! The Floridian can’t make a noise without any airflow, but her wildly waving arms alert Long, who is very quick to start his five count.
He reaches ‘FOUR’ before the champion relents, sending a scowl in the official’s direction and slipping back into the ring. In fact she’s quickly on the run, heading to the opposing ropes and twanging off them with even more momentum. Chloe might have been able to escape the onrushing Diva if it wasn’t for Lamont, grabbing a handful of hair from the outside which holds her in place long enough for Zoë to leap into the air and crash down across the Upstart’s back, once again crushing down on that abused throat.
Bouncing off her prey, the Oil Baroness gives herself a second to smile out at the crowd, raising one hand high and ‘popping’ her flashbulb sigil. All she gets in response is boos, but this only seem dot make that smile a little wider., and she looks happier still when reaching down to grab at her hurting opponent, Fields’ face nearly the same colour as her favourite bear’s as she tries to reinflate her lungs. That process is hindered considerably by Zoë, reaching down and tugging those maroon bottoms, the wedgie enough to expose a good few inches of Chloe’s tanned bottom and drawing an ‘eep’ of pain from her cherry lips.
Those lips are quickly looking pained again, this time when Scott drags those bottoms upwards, forcing the smaller woman to go up on tiptoes, and then pumps a kneelift into gulping Florida midriff. With Fields bent forwards, Scott ducks under, lifts one limp arm over her own neck, and then lifts upwards, keeping those wedgied togs held tight even as she lifts the hurting Upstart into classic Suplex stall position.
Still feeling the effects of Chloe’s earlier DDT, Scott can’t hold the smaller woman up for long. But the descent is even more nasty than usual for Strawberry, the former Cirque du Soleil performer’s neck dropped down form a height and smashing into Zoë’s thigh with all of her weight behind it! Fields bounces away from the collusion, coming to rest on her back and seeing stars. But she quickly can’t see anything, Scott pouring herself forwards and burying the downed challenger’s face in that domineering cleavage! Groans from the crowd, but Chloe’s shoulders are definitely down and the referee drops to count…
Envy neckbreaker
www.youtube.com/watch?v=dOEeobNF_Fc
ONE
TWO
THRENOOO!
Fields rolls a shoulder no more than an inch off the canvas, Craig holding two fingers high. He waves toward the timekeeper to make sure there’s no mistake Strawberry’s survived the brutal maneuver. Still, Zoë hasn’t had her gurls pushed far off Fields’ delicate features.
The ponytailed brunette rolls to her side, drawing in deep gulps of air when a furious Scott slips her arms beneath the Upstart’s shoulderblades and forces Fields so her pert, tiny tush is back against the canvas. There’s no slaps of the mat this time however with Zoë propping Chloe’s head upward with her scooping arms and into the considerable cleavage of the lightweight champion.
A scowling Scott wedges Fields’ nose into the cleft of her bosom, the challenger’s lips pressed tight to the spandex-covered breasts, Chloe again left without oxygen.
The former champ’s dark eyes dart wildly just above Zoë’s weapons. Her tawny, slender arms wave frantically with little rhyme or reason until Chloe claps her hands together above the Dubai Diva’s cranium, ringing the champ’s ears something fierce with her biceps in the process.
A yelping Scott barrel-rolls several feet away, her hands acting like earmuffs against her mangled sensory apparatus. She uses one hand and the ropes to pull to a seated position, cursing not so much under her breath.
Fields gasps in huge lungfuls of air as she pushes to all fours and crawls in the opposite direction, taking a seat against the far set of cables, champ and challenger staring at the other intently, both with looks of concern.
Zoë starts to rise and the sinewy stems of the Upstart push her to vertical as if automatically, knowing she has to stem the tide of the Evil Emirati. Both brunettes surge toward each other but there’s more giddy-up behind Chloe’s charge and Scott settles, planning to disrupt anything Fields has in mind.
As Strawberry closes in Fields leaps toward the title holder. Zoë seems ready enough, scooping her foe into a possible slam, but the former trouper has too much momentum to control. Fields spins around Zoë’s shoulders, ending across them, trapping Scott’s head in a scissors while locking down the right arm of the REAL Baroness with her Christo submission locked tight.
Christo
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ro1CoTwUB68
Isobel’s attitude changes instantly, the busty blonde looking worried. The champ’s face is a mix between fear and pain. Zoë staggers to keep her feet, likely knowing if she falls even to her knees, the game is likely over. Craig moves in close asking if Scott wants to surrender her belt.
Zoë spits out a feral ‘NO’. But then drops to one knee, the crowd roaring with anticipation of the Upstart’s second lightweight title run.
Immediately, a ‘CHANT’ tap echoes through the bowl, but the noise seems to focus the Dubai Diva rather than drain her of hope. The champ’s legs flutter uncontrollably as she tries to power to vertical, but somehow Scott manages. When she does fall after her lower legs give out in exhaustion, it’s a controlled one toward the nearest ropes and Scott curls a couple fingers around the bottom strand.
Zoë chokes out a squeaky “ropes”. Lamont is more enthusiastic, loudly demanding Long get her boss loose NOW. Craig starts his count and the cheeky challenger maintains her control through FOUR before releasing. Fields doesn’t step away and give the Diva air. Instead, she rips Zoë to her feet, pulling her foe away from the saving cables by a left wrist and shoulder, shoving her a couple feet toward the middle.
Instantly the bedimpled battler leaps back into the ropes that saved her rival, grabbing the top, her boot soles landing on the middle. She vaults off in a 180 and CRACKS her right foot across the temple of the turning, oblivious Zoë, flattening the champ to the deck.
Springboard shortkick
www.youtube.com/watch?v=aFbcmW6XwJk
The possibly concussive kick leaves Scott cooled if not out cold. She lies in a dazed starfish, blinking toward the rafters, not far from the nearest buckles. It’s no surprise when the aerialist heads for the heights, scrambling to the top as if she’s more comfortable on the high wires than the mat.
Turning to her target, the tawny-skinned brunette launches to the stratosphere precious few like London and Daly could reach. At the top, Chloe folds into a tight ball, but there is no extension to get froggy. Instead, she lands her Strawberry Cannonball amidst the open midriff of her foe, blowing up Zoë’s abdomen with her lethal ordinance. As Chloe rolls to her feet after tumbling off the demolished Scott, Zoë retches breathlessly, hugging her tummy. She rocks from side to side redfaced and gutted.
Isobel reaches a hand in to snatch an ankle and pull the Oil Baroness to safety but Fields isn’t having it. She skips over the splayed Scott and leaps through the ropes CRASHING into the big blonde. If Lamont had been ready for the dive, Strawberry might have been turned to jam, but Chloe catches the hearty Texan distracted and bowls her over, Isobel backpedaling into the steel barrier behind her, spine hitting steel.
She slides to an anguished seat, grasping at her lower vertebrae while an animated Chloe manages to land on her feet after the impact, such is her acrobatic balance. Surveying Isobel with a beaming smile, she turns and hops to the apron. Grabbing the top rope, she leaps, landing atop it and springboards toward Scott, this time SMASHING Zoë with a perfectly placed frog splash that forces Scott into a gutted jackknife before Zoë melts to horizontal, both shoulders flat against the mat.
Chloe hooks her foe’s far leg as part of the lateral press and counts out the slaps that would make her lightweight champ once more with the…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOO!
There’s no save from the outside for the Baroness, only sheer stubborn determination that draws a groan of disappointment from the FAWNatics, the crowd absolutely ‘knowing’ the gold was Fields. And yet, as of yet, it isn’t. Looking a bit flustered as she looks at Craig in disbelief, the Upstart nevertheless doesn’t dawdle for long, popping to her feet and deciding on her next airborne assault.
Scott, on the other hand, isn’t going anywhere fast, slumping back to the canvas and taking big gulps of air to replenish her squashed lungs. The champ was clearly hoping to get a breather but any chance for recuperation was denied, Fields feeling the adrenaline and yanking Zoë up to unsteady feet. Preoccupied only with staying vertical, the Diva’s job is made much harder when Chloe clunks a stiff forearm into her jaw, leaving the Dubai girl still standing but reeling her arms.
Having been denied the title by a whisker a few seconds ago, Fields isn’t taking any chances this time, stepping to the nearest corner and hopping to the second buckle. From this altitude she launches herself out, flipping forwards in a perfectly calculated arc aimed at hooking around the staggered champion’s back. The FAWNatics raise the volume even higher at the prospect of their favourite landing a match-ending Fields Day, but their cheers turn to groans when Scott simply reaches up and shoves the redhead away while still in the air. With no landing pad and no control over her trajectory Fields has no choice but to crash, her attempted finisher transformed into a spine-rattling splash down on the canvas-covered plywood.
Spinning around with fury in her eyes, Scott staggers over to the hurting Upstart and grabs both her ankles. Chloe knows what’s going to happen and gets both hands up in a pleading attempt to avoid it, but she’s out of luck, Zoë simply raising one expensive trainer and stomping it down between the Floridian’s splayed legs in a series of brutal blows to her kitty. After a few more kicks to alleviate some frustration, the champion lets the mewling Fields’ legs go, instead grabbing two handfuls of dark locks and dragging her victim up to standing.
Still massaging at the fire in her center, it seems that Fields is easy prey. The Diva slips behind her and ducks down, tucking her head between the tawny Upstart’s legs and lifting her skywards. Now with her own Blessing finisher set up, Scott reaches upwards and hooks both hands around the back of Chloe’s neck, tugging forwards and getting ready to sit out and end the challenger’s night for good.
Or at least that was her plan. But there’s still life in the former Cirque du Soleil performer, throwing herself forwards and transforming the Oil Baroness’ finisher into a neat and tightly held Victory Roll which keeps the disoriented champ’s shoulders down on the mat for…
ONE
TWO
Isobel Lamont looked like she was ready to climb in the ring and break the pin up, but she’s saved the bother when Zoë’s frantically kicking legs finally get enough power to burst free. Annoyed at having her finisher so effectively countered, the Diva gives a frustrated slap to the mat and clambers to her feet. But her tantrum has caused her to lose track of her challenger and she pays a heavy price when a berry-red blur springs off the ropes towards her, snags around her neck and drops back to drive her face down into both of Field’s tawny knees.
Strawberry Jam
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Zr7EpN5cPGk
Instinctive muscle memory seems to have kicked in for Zoë, the champ reeling away from the impact and somehow staying up on her feet. But it’s clear that she might as well be sleepwalking, eyes blinking confusedly under the harsh ring lights and legs jellified to the point of almost being liquid. A stiff breeze might have knocked her back down, but her challenger had considerably more than that planned.
A quick glance to ringside confirms that Isobel Lamont is once again leaning on the apron and ready to interfere. With that menace lurking outside Chloe decides that no pin attempt would be safe, she has to make the champ give up of her own accord. To achieve this the former champ pulls out something special from deep in her playbook, again climbing the buckles to get height and then diving off to hook around Scott’s head. Those tawny thighs SMECK around the champ’s waist while her forearm crushes down on Dubai windpipe, the Upstart showing that she’s just as good with a Guillotine Choke as she is with her acrobatics.
Strawberry Crush
www.youtube.com/watch?v=nlBjqDlCWuU
For perhaps two seconds Scott’s legs miraculously manage to support the pair, but with her throat crushed by all of Fields’ weight she simply can’t stay up for long, folding at the waist. She ends up in an awkward hunched-over seat, Strawberry sitting in her lap and leaning back to get maximum leverage on her choke while her legs saw into the Diva’s waist. Zoë’s only lifeline was that she still had the use of her arms, although the crowd, enthusiastically chanting “TAP!” at her, only wanted to see those hands doing one thing. It briefly looked like Scott might be about to comply, but instead she waves frantically at Isobel, the blonde looking slightly ruffled but back in place at ringside.
“BbhhhBEL!” the champ croaked. Lamont slapped the apron a few times and then raised her own voice to be heard over the Upstart Nation. “Scotty, follow my voice, you can get to the ro…ah crap.” Zoë managed a few awkward shuffles, making maybe an inch or two of progress before Fields reefed back again, denying the champ any air. The gurgles Chloe heard in response would normally have worried her, but she knows if anyone deserves this treatment it’s Zoë Scott, and she shows a mean streak to squeeze that crushing hold even harder.
The champion's only response is a few more wild swings of her arms, trying to land anything that might loosen the guillotine and quickly finding this tactic is just as futile as her last escape attempt. Hand waving desperately in the direction of the only source of salvation her oxygen-starved brain can think of, Scott manages to croak “hhhhHELP MEEerghh”. Another surprisingly clinical pulse of the hold cuts her off with a nasty gurgle, Fields' uncharacteristic meanness making her look every inch the next lightweight champ.
Around the arena, the throngs can recognise it too, the rhythmic chant of “TAP” reaching deafening levels. But at ringside Isobel is far less happy, hands in her hair and biting her lip, eyes shifting between her rapidly fading boss and the referee. As Zoë’s hand flattens into a paddle and reaches out towards the canvas, Lamont finally makes her decision, slipping on to the apron, under the ropes, and taking a few brisk steps forwards. One cowboy boot swings up and slams into Chloe’s unsuspecting face, releasing the champion from her predicament and unleashing a torrent of anger and opprobrium from all sides.
Much of that was coming from Craig Long, hands on his head as he yelled “What the hell are you doing, Lamont?”
The fixer spared him a baleful glance. “I’m doing my job,” she drawled, “just like you’re doing yours.” She turned back to her employer, checking on the Diva who was still coughing and gasping on the mat. In fact Scott didn’t show any more signs of life until the announcer’s voice cut through the boos.
“Ladies and gentlemen, the referee has disqualified Zoë Scott. Your winner...CHLOE STRAWBERRY FIELDS!”
Still more jeers greeted the announcement, while Zoë sat up with a start and stared furiously at Isobel. But her glare shifted when Fields came storming up, giving an angry shove at the big blonde’s shoulder. Lamont straightened and turned, but the lightweight didn’t seem cowed. “You’re a meanie and Zoë is a cheat!” she pouts.
The Texan just turned away, glancing down at Scott, who gave her a nod.
Suddenly Lamont becomes a blur of motion, spinning through a tight little circle. She emerges at the other end with one arm out at murderous height, the Lariat not so much hitting Chloe as swinging right through her. The tawny Floridian is flattened into the mat, Bel's momentum and follow-through leaving her on her knees a few feet away. The display of instant, powerful brutality is enough to suddenly silence the crowd, swapping their jeers for quiet concern at just how hard their Upstart had been hit.
Discus lariat
www.youtube.com/watch?v=wpfoPKRgefo
Lamont clambers to her feet and brushes that blonde mane out of her eyes, not even glancing down at the Strawberry smear she’s left on the canvas. “You’re still the champion Scotty,” she says lightly as the Oil Baroness regains her feet, “want me to go get your title?”
Zoë isn’t even looking at her, instead looking almost hungrily at Fields' prone form. “Just keep that moron busy,” she says, gesturing to the referee, “I’m going to make sure this annoying child never bothers me again.” She drops to a kneel, legs either side of the twitching Upstart’s waist, and swings a few light slaps into her rosy cheeks.
After a few seconds, Chloe’s big doe eyes bat and focus, just the cue the champ is looking for. She drops her torso down, tucking both hands behind the addled brunette’s skull and burying those angelic features in a mountain of honey-tanned boob flesh. Scott rides out a few jerks and wriggles from the smaller woman, face spreading into a malice filled grin. “This is what you get when you mess with greatness!” she crows, although whether Chloe can hear her through that sweaty muffler is debatable.
With their favourite being drowned in pillowy darkness and Lamont keeping Craig Long at bay, the Upstart Nation now seems seriously concerned about the situation. But their groans turn to cheers as a brunette streak bursts from the entranceway, speeding down to the ring. She slides under the bottom rope and bursts into the ring, the FAWNatics finally realising that Chloe’s tag partner wasn’t about to let her bestie get treated this way.
KATYA MICHALKA
Occupied with corralling the referee, Isobel doesn’t realise there’s a new arrival in the ring. Scott does, sitting up and staring. But she’s given no chance to defend herself, the Pretty Rave Girl bolting forwards, swinging one foot high and then crunching her heel down into the back of Scott’s surprised noggin. The Diva’s lights are turned out by the blow, slumping down face-first and ending up in a damp heap next to her erstwhile victim. Katya rises to her feet and takes a second to enjoy her handiwork.
Kandi Kick
www.youtube.com/watch?v=CTTR3h8oVgM
That second might be all she’s allowed, Isobel stepping over to put herself between her boss and the vengeful Raver. At first she just reaches down, rolling Zoë over with one hand and never taking her eyes off Katya. Once she’s checked Scott, she stands up again, stance loose but ready.
“Didn’t lay a finger on your girl till after she’d already come at me,” Bel growls. “Y’all lightweights must think you can take me out. So my question is this; do you want to be a good friend, or do you want to be made into an example?”
“I’m not scared of you,” Katya says, determination ringing in her voice. Lamont just snorts. “I don’t care if you’re scared, all I care about is you getting the hell away from my boss. So either turn that tiny ass around or step up, cos I’m done waiting.”
For a second it looks like the Upstart might be about to turn tail, bending to comfort her slowly reviving tag partner and preparing her to go back up the ramp. Then a thought strikes her. “Chloe won”, she states, “and that means she gets to stay in the ring, not the cheater.”
Lamont doesn’t move a muscle for a few moments, then a small smile crosses her face and she inclines her head slightly, apparently a gesture of acceptance. “I guess the champion is leaving,” she said drily, “enjoy your victory.”
Eyes never leaving Katya's, the Fixer bends and scoops up her exhausted charge in one arm, carrying her over to the ropes and then gently out to ringside. Their walk up the ramp is accompanied by boos from all sides, Michalka's glare following the pair until they were safely back through the curtain.
As if on cue, the sound of Avril Lavigne’s ‘What the Hell’ signals the dimpled cutie whose loyal fan following has few rivals is near. The crowd hops to the infectious pop beat and crane their necks toward the stage to gather an eyeful of the bubbly brunette.
Bouncing out from backstage is a tawny wisp of a woman; all big dark doe eyes, darkened mane and cherubic girlish features. Chloe skips from one side of the stage to the other. Clutched in her right hand is the paw of a fluffy, pink teddy bear ( imageshack.us/photo/my-images/52/sbeare.jpg/ ), her bestest buddy, Straw Beary. The diminutive Upstart gyrates playfully around the platform, joyously pumping her fist with the crowd to Avril’s accompaniment. She holds up her bear and has Straw wave to the crowd. The masses, mesmerized, wave back to the pink plushie as the ring announcer officially announces her arrival.
“Our next match is scheduled for one fall with a 30-minute time limit and is for the FAWN Lightweight Championship. From Boca Raton, Florida…standing 5 feet 2 inches and weighing in at 109 pounds…the challenger…CHLOE…STRAWBERRY…FIELDS.”
CHLOE FIELDS
The Upstart prances down the ramp, dressed in a pink and black ruffled two piece with mini-skirt bottoms. Pink boots and pads seal the deal.
Chloe zig-zags from side to side, slapping hands with the fans, beaming from ear to ear. As FAWN’s resident angel reaches the ring, she takes a lap, making acquaintance with nearly every front row ticket purchaser while introducing her pink cub to the fans.
Chloe holds Straw Beary close to her chest and waves his paw at the FAWNatics, the bear getting a high-five from one fan that draws a chirpy chuckle from Fields.
Reaching the steps, Chloe saunters up, proceeds halfway down the length of the ring, and slips through the ropes. She lip-syncs along with her music while hopping around the ring before settling in her corner, placing Straw Beary just so to give him the best seat in the house.
Fields climbs halfway up the corner, looking out on the assembled, and gives the fans an ovation they return, another “CHLO-EEE” chant rippling through the throng as Strawberry’s attention turns toward the upper stage.
ALL OF THE LIGHTS!
Sure enough the lights go dim, all save five pure white spotlights which range slowly across the arena and coalesce at a single point at the top of the ramp. With Kanye’s banger getting underway a woman walks out into that glowing pool, both hands raised high and a big and seriously sparkly gold belt strapped around her waist. As the beat kicks in the woman ‘pops’ both hands open, her flashbulb sigil coinciding with a burst of chaotic strobing from the many stage lights in the arena.
ZOE SCOTT
“And from Dubai the United Arab Emirates…standing 5 feet 4 inches and weighing in at 114 pounds…she is the Diva, the Oil Baroness, the Best Thing that Ever Happened to FAWN and the Greatest Lightweight in the World…your Lightweight Champion…ZOE SCOTT!
Sauntering down the ramp, Scott is revealed in all her glory. A pair of heavily branded Armarni shades cover her eyes, while her body is covered only by a set of grey Calvin Klein-styled underwear, the top cut low to expose a mountain of cleavage while the bottoms bare her honey-tanned flanks to great effect. On her feet are a pair of pure white sneakers, Balenciaga branding heavily visible throughout. But most eyes are drawn to that belt, the leather and gold of the Lightweight Title strapped firmly around that trim waist.
Reaching ringside, the Diva struts up to the apron and takes a second to glance out at her audience, removing those expensive-looking shades to do so. Then she carefully unclasps that much vaunted belt and holds it away from her body. From out of the darkness comes a hand, taking both belongings and revealing the presence of the Champ’s assistant, who had apparently made her way down to the ring without ever intruding on her boss’ spotlight.
ISOBEL LAMONT
As the lights come back they reveal the Fixer, clad in her usual skin tight denim, strappy black top and black cowboy boots. Her blonde mane is barely covered by a black Stetson, which the Texan removes as she takes her employer’s prized possessions over to a seat near the announce table. Up in the ring Scott slips through the ropes and spreads her hands wide, ‘popping’ another flashbulb sigil in the direction of the TV camera.
Ignoring her Upstart opponent entirely, Zoë beelines for tonight’s referee Craig Long and grabs him by the lapel. “Listen closely Greg,” she hisses at him, “last time I faced that sneaky little girl she kept on illegally using that stupid bear and whatever foreign objects she has hidden inside it. I want it banned from ringside immediately, do you understand?” She waves dismissively at Fields, whose only response was to start giggling, and turns back to her corner before the referee manages to get over his surprise.
“Uh…it’s just a stuffed toy miss.” Chloe startles at that, hurriedly covering the bear’s ears before whisperingly reassuring him that he’s so much more than that. Long looks even more embarrassed but continues anyway, “I can only ban it if it…uh…I mean if he interferes in the match.” He steps back, correctly pre-empting the champion’s reaction as she whirls round to face him.
“DON’T YOU DARE TALK BACK TO ME!” The Oil Baroness’s tone is outraged, her face already reddening. “I am the Lightweight Champion!” she declares loudly. “I’m the Best Thing that Ever Happened to FAWN, I’m the greatest lightweight wrestler the world has ever seen and I’m…”
“No you aren’t.” Chloe has got rid of all trace of the giggles by now, her voice loud and firm, face deadly serious. Scott turned away from the beleaguered referee and took a few steps towards her, attention now fully focussed on the Upstart. “What did you say, has-been?” she asks with murder in her voice. Strawberry doesn’t even blink.
“You aren’t the best.” The smaller woman steps forwards, limbs loose and ready. “You aren’t better than me, or Bunny, or Sammie, Wendy, all the other women who’ve been champion. All you are is a cheating bully, and bullies only ever get WHOA!”
Unwilling to listen to any more of the Floridian’s slander, Scott brings one hand up and around in a big open handed slap which hits nothing but empty space. Chloe saw the shot coming a mile away and ducks smoothly underneath, dancing around behind the champion and giving her a light but oh-so-disrespectful slap on the back of her head. “You’re too slow to be the best!” she giggles, “and now you’ll get what’s coming to yoURRRGH!”
One of Scott’s elbows drove backwards wildly, thumping into the point of the shorter woman’s chin and ‘clacking’ her jaw shut. Fields staggers backwards as the champion turns to face her, stepping in to give a big two-handed shove and then barrelling forwards, driving the former Cirque du Soleil performer into the corner. Chloe’s spine came to rest on the buckles but Zoë doesn’t stop, dipping down and jabbing her shoulder into taut Florida stomach.
A second spear drives into Fields' core, ramming her back into the gap between the buckles. Zoë stands up to her full height and just pushes in again, grabbing the ropes either side of the trapped Upstart and mashing her curves into that petite frame. “I’m going to make you eat those words, idiot,” she hisses, “your stupid friend Bugsy got away with just tapping out to my tits, but you're getting up close and personal.”
Feeling that the tawny brunette was mollified in her corner, Scott thumps a big Forearm Smash into her chest just to make sure, and then backs off a few yards further. She takes a breath and then charges back in, jumping off one foot and hurtling into a chest-first Splash which ended up slamming that well-padded top square into the turnbuckle! Fields is again too fast, slipping out between the ropes at the last second. And to capitalise on that quickness she flicks a boot up, clunking into Scott’s forehead and sending her stumbling backwards with stars in her eyes.
Corner evasion kick
m.youtube.com/watch?v=yBeI3JoN_UI
Pumping her fist to get the crowd fired up, Chloe uses that answering roar as energy to hop neatly up to the top turnbuckle. She stands up, the former acrobat rock steady on that precarious perch. And then as soon as Scott glances up Strawberry dives off, 109lbs of lithe Upstart crashing into a Thesz press which smashed the champ down into the canvas. Chloe scoots around to take a seat on the comfy cushion of the diva’s chest and hooks up both of those honey tanned legs. The Upstart Nation counted along with Craig Long as his hand dropped...
ONCE
TWICE
Disoriented as she was Zoë was simply not willing to give her title up that easily, reaching up and shoving the lighter woman. It was enough to lift her shoulder up off the mat, to groans from the FAWNatics, but not quite enough to dislodge the other brunette entirely. “You make a very comfy seat!” Chloe chirps, bouncing up and down a few times to crunch her full weight down right on the Oil Baroness' much vaunted chest. But her giggles give way to a yelp of surprise when Scott grabs her bottoms at either side and yanks up hard, the wedgie enough to dislodge the Floridian from her seat.
With Fields having a sudden and urgent need to tend to her togs, the champion rises behind her, flicking up a kick which clunks into a the tawny flesh of the Upstart’s freshly exposed booty. Chloe lets out an 'eep' and reaches back to cover up only for Zoë to snatch one of those arms and spin out to one side, twisting the limb as she went. One expensive sneaker flicks out again, this time slamming into the meat of Fields’ already twisted shoulder. And Zoë spins again, this time around into a hammerlock which snugs her in tight to the other brunette's back
“Touch my boobs again and I’ll knock you the hell out,” Zoë advises. Straw-beary's favourite wrestler didn’t seem all that threatened by this, but although her mouth opened whatever words she had died in her throat as Scott spinss again, still dragging that twisted arm with her. Two swift pirouettes and then the Dubai girl suddenly yanked down, using that knotted up limb as a lever at slam the smaller girl down face first into the canvas covered plywood.
Snap arm wringer
m.youtube.com/watch?v=3QuV0LQt2ug
Dumped down to the mat, it seems that Chloe still can’t rescue that limb from her tormentor, the Diva keeping tight grip and using it to lever the Upstart onto her front. Scott kneels over her. “I’m a gracious champion,” she tels Fields, “and that means I suppose I can forgive your insolence. I’ll even let you walk out of here. But only if you tap out right now.” To emphasize that point Zoë rears back, yanking her victim’s arm into an unnatural position and bracing it tight against her posted knee!
Grounded hammerlock
m.youtube.com/watch?v=38AtJZHXzuk
Fields yelps as her arm is twisted in a direction never intended. She wriggles, trying to find a way to freedom, but the champ continues to pour on the pressure. Long lowers to the mat and goes face to face with Chloe, asking if the challenger wants to give in. Strawberry squeaks out a ‘no’.
“Did you not hear me or are you as stupid as you seem?” Zoë asks.
“I’m a former and future lightweight champion,” the Upstart replies defiantly, managing to fidget over the Diva’s bracing foot and roll toward her captured arm, relieving the stress. Fingers laced and locked, Chloe rolls away from Scott, tossing her foe across the ring.
Zoë uses the momentum to pop to her feet. She turns and surges at a rising Fields, lowering a shoulder to spear the Upstart, but the challenger leapfrogs over the Oil Baroness, Scott speeding to the ropes and rebounding.
She sprints toward the ponytailed brunette, ready to reclaim her advantage, but Chloe has different ideas, leaping and spinning into a heel kick connecting with Zoë’s chin. Scott’s legs fly out from beneath her as she crashes to the deck.
Spinning Heel Kick
www.youtube.com/watch?v=2ONC-ACyhX0
Zoë’s arms bracket her aching noggin, but she fights up to her haunches in short order. Chloe’s a little quicker, having kipped to her feet, adrenaline flowing freely. She sets in a corner as the dazed champ tries blinking her bearings back in place. Before she’s able, Chloe charges Zoë. Fields leaps, legs extended. Her stems clamp tight around Zoë’s cranium and she backflips away from the momentary scissors.
Zoë barrels forward and down, FACEPLANTING into the thinly-covered plywood from the beautifully-executed spike hurricarana.
Spike hurricarana
www.youtube.com/watch?v=oTd9ql0oFlg
Zoë’s head bounces from the force of the impact, Scott ending on her haunches again, if even more shellshocked than before. Chloe easily shoves her over then spreads her body atop that of the champ for the…
ONE…
TWO…
Zoë kicks her way out of a pinfall with a tick to spare. She turns to her chest and pushes to all fours, trying to regain her awareness.
The former Cirque du Soleil star and second-generation grappler isn’t about to let the pace of the match slow. In a split-second, Chloe’s vertical again and on the move. If once was good, twice is better and Fields attacks, leaping in for a slightly altered rendition of the previous move, using a headscissors takedown to send Zoë’s face SLAMMING against the canvas.
Headscissors Takedown
www.youtube.com/watch?v=drWQqgtBzig
Scott’s left face down and twitching, but Strawberry passes on a pin. Instead, she heads for the nearest set of buckles and climbs to the top while Zoë recovers below. The Dubai Diva pushes to hands and knees, pointed in Chloe’s direction, Fields poised to launch for a missile dropkick.
But before Zoë can push up the rest of the way and get force-fed a pair of boot soles, Isobel grabs an ankle and yanks the champ out of the ring under the bottom rope. The big blonde envelops Scott in her arms and guides her to the barricade behind them.
Unfortunately for the partners in crime, Chloe is still on her perch and in range. She measures her more distant targets and, showing no fear, launches in a crossbody. From that height, even the spritely Fields has some force behind her and, with Isobel’s arms full of Zoë, there’s no catch to be made. Instead, the twosome is knocked into the steel barricade and all three end in a pile at its base, a smiling Chloe on top.
She pops to her feet to the roar of the crowd, beaming and waving next to the wreckage. Chloe plucks Scott from atop the buried blonde and runs her to the apron’s edge, tossing her foe back in the ring and quickly following behind. She takes a brief detour to her corner to give Beary a quick wave and races at a rising Zoë.
With the champ still on one knee, Fields lands her Shining Wizard flush with Zoë’s temple, sending the Oil Baroness splattering to the deck, Scott ending in a wide spreadeagle.
Shining Wizard
www.youtube.com/watch?v=axMwm35qBxo
The crowd buzzes with excitement even before Chloe can cover and when the tawny, slender Upstart dives into a lateral press of the splayed Scott, the crowd chants along with the slaps of the mat for the…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOO!
With fingers sunk deep into her flaxen mane in worry, Lamont watches as Scott keeps her nascent title reign in existence by eking a shoulder off the mat by an inch or two.
The FAWNatics groan in disappointment as Strawberry’s second go as lightweight champ is put on hold. She looks longingly at Craig, but he holds only two fingers aloft. Fields’ dimples flash and she nods with a soft smile.
With a reeling Zoë unable to get completely off her back, Fields decides to take to the skies again, determined to use her distinctive acrobatics to claim the title. She scurries to the nearest buckles and easily hops to the top, turning to face her still horizontal foe. Vaulting into the ether, Chloe pulls her legs in close, forming the Strawberry Cannonball.
She descends toward the waylaid Zoë and her open midriff to drive the remaining air and fight out of the champion. But the plan goes awry when Scott’s able to roll from under the drop zone. Chloe’s knees BANG into the deck with her target gone and she tumbles along in a pained ball, now hugging her limbs close in pain rather than as a weapon. The grimacing Upstart slowly unfolds her lower limbs and begins to shake them out when a risen Zoë grabs each ankle, spreading the golden-brown stems wide.
“Let’s see if you can accumulate those frequent flier miles with your cockpit collapsed,” Scott threatens breathlessly, lifting a right boot above Chloe’s kitty.
Strawberry ‘washes windows’ with her beseeching palms but the Oil Baroness pays her no mind, STOMPING Fields’ crotch. Chloe sits up as if she’s had an electric shock supplied, dark eyes wide. She squeaks pitifully then groans in anguish when Zoë grinds the sole of her boot into Strawberry’s throbbing privates.
Scott lets Chloe’s legs loose and Fields curdles into a fetal ball around her aching womanhood.
“You had your chance at the easy way,” Zoë reminds her foe, stomping away at Chloe to crack open the turtleshell of protection. Once opened, Scott grabs a wrist and peels a misty-eyed and rubber-legged Chloe off the deck.
The Dubai Diva tugs her quaking foe into a bearhug and lifts Fields off the canvas before genuflecting and PLOWING her knee into Chloe’s crotch with an Inverted Atomic Drop. A frozen Fields, legs bowed, remains in place as Zoë slips out from beneath. The Upstart’s face is twisted in agony as the waves of pain radiate.
Zoë turns and races to the ropes. Hitting the cables at full speed, she u-turns, racing at the stationary target and NAILS Chloe between the eyes with her Showstopper. The palm heel strike drops Fields as if shot and when Zoë skids to a stop, she turns to find the demolished Chloe lain at her feet in a succulent starfish.
Scott sends a wink in Straw Beary’s direction and plants a knee on Chloe’s gulping tummy for the…
ONE…
TWO…
Early in her career the combination of such a strike on top of the working over her kitty had received might have been enough to put the Cirque du Soleil standout down for the count. But the 2018 vintage Fields is a much more resilient and composed prospect and proves her Championship class by taking a deep breath and using both hands to shove clear of Scott’s arrogant pin. The Diva looks stunned and infuriated in equal measure before apparently deciding there must have been some mistake, reaching down to hook one leg and press herself forwards for a second bite of this particular Strawberry, earning…
ONE
Paying the price for her earlier arrogance, this time Zoë can’t get past a single slap of the mat before the former champion kicks loose. To make matters worse Fields shoves the brunette off entirely, turning to her front to prevent any more quick pinfall attempts and buying herself enough time to regroup. Kneeling above her, Scott lets out a growl of frustration and rakes a hand through her hair before turning to Craig Long.
“Is this little idiot paying you, or are you just too stupid to count to three?” she snarls, reaching down to grasp at Chloe’s arm. The beleaguered official opens his mouth to protest but Zoë cuts him off. “It doesn’t matter either way, because everyone knows I’m going to knock her out. But maybe I’ll rip her arm off first, iust to teach you not to screw me.” True to her word she yanks up on Fields’ captive wing, seemingly looking for another go at that already worked-over limb.
Whatever she’s trying for the champ never finds it, Chloe showing that she’s fully recuperated by yanking back and using the surprised Diva as a brace to pull herself up to a crouch. And she doesn’t stop there, dragging Scott up to standing and whirling underneath her outstretched limb to complete a lightning-fast Armwringer. Keeping hold of the twisted appendage she steps daintily around and flicks up a neat kick which clunks into the Oil Baroness’ jaw!
Head rocked back by the blow, Scott is in no position to prevent her challenger from giving another yank on that twisted arm, using it like a leash to lead the Dubai girl towards the ropes. Once there Fields runs up the buckles with ridiculous ease, taking two swift steps along the steel cable and then throwing herself forwards into a gorgeous somersault while dragging Zoë along for the ride. Chloe lands neatly on her feet, but the champ isn’t nearly as lucky, hurled clean across the ring by the Rope-Run Armdrag.
Splashing down on her back is painful for the Oil Baroness, but she’s also totally disoriented after having been spun roughly through the air. That dizziness leaves her as an easy target at Chloe reclaims possession of her arm and slams a forearm into that overspilling chest. With Scott suitably mollified Fields sets off on her second trip up the ropes, this time turning at the top buckle and launching back into her target. Straw-beary’s favourite wrestler hooks around the wobbly Diva’s head and rotates through a double axis spin which ends with her bumping into the mat on her back. The ride is far worse for Zoë, ripped off her moorings and spiked into the canvas right on the crown of her head!
Rope- assisted tornado DDT
www.youtube.com/watch?v=P_tj2v0hdog
Zoë slops over onto her back in a boneless starfish, but she’s not left there for long. Chloe’s quickly over to hook a leg and pour herself over the dazed champ. The prospect of a second title reign for their favourite Strawberry has the crowd in a frenzy, counting along at the top of their lungs as the referee drops for…
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TWO
…
Chloe hasn’t felt the slightest movement from the brunette, so she’s just as confused as the crowd when the victorious ‘THREE’ never comes. She looks up in confusion and sees that the Diva has somehow managed to drape one otherwise lifeless foot just under the nearest ropes! It only takes a second for her to notice the presence of Isobel Lamont, trying her best to look nonchalant while standing right next to the scene of her employer’s miraculous escape. And Fields doesn’t take long to put two and two together, popping to her feet and wagging a finger at the interfering blonde.
For her part Lamont doesn’t even look at the redhead, instead using the time to drag her boss out of the ring and buy her some recuperation time. She only turns round when Chloe yells “Why can’t you just fight fair for once!” and turns pleadingly to the referee. It seems that Isobel might remember that Fields has had her dismissed from ringside once before, offering up a sullen “I didn’t even touch her,” before turning back and making a big fuss of smoothing out the wrinkles in Scott’s togs.
“You ok Scotty?” she asks under her breath. The Oil Baroness is still occupied with blinking away the fog, but after a few seconds she’s recovered enough to growl “I’m ok, but I’m going to send that little moron out of here on a stretcher. Now get me back in the ring.” Happy to oblige, the Fixer scoops her charge up and deposits her slightly unsteadily on the apron. “Get the little girl to step back,” she demanded of Craig Long, who turned to check where Fields was at the exact instant when the Upstart went up on her toes and sprinted full pace at her brattish opponent!
Unfortunately for the high flyer it seems that Zoë might have anticipated her charge, reaching over to grab two big handfuls of hair just as Strawberry reaches her and then dropping off the apron. Already carrying a lot of momentum, Fields is dragged down with her throat crunched painfully across the top strand. And there’s worse to come, Scott hopping back up onto the apron, repositioning the redhead’s neck across the middle rope, and then lifting one leg up to drape over the back of her skull, her full weight pressing down on Field’s windpipe! The Floridian can’t make a noise without any airflow, but her wildly waving arms alert Long, who is very quick to start his five count.
He reaches ‘FOUR’ before the champion relents, sending a scowl in the official’s direction and slipping back into the ring. In fact she’s quickly on the run, heading to the opposing ropes and twanging off them with even more momentum. Chloe might have been able to escape the onrushing Diva if it wasn’t for Lamont, grabbing a handful of hair from the outside which holds her in place long enough for Zoë to leap into the air and crash down across the Upstart’s back, once again crushing down on that abused throat.
Bouncing off her prey, the Oil Baroness gives herself a second to smile out at the crowd, raising one hand high and ‘popping’ her flashbulb sigil. All she gets in response is boos, but this only seem dot make that smile a little wider., and she looks happier still when reaching down to grab at her hurting opponent, Fields’ face nearly the same colour as her favourite bear’s as she tries to reinflate her lungs. That process is hindered considerably by Zoë, reaching down and tugging those maroon bottoms, the wedgie enough to expose a good few inches of Chloe’s tanned bottom and drawing an ‘eep’ of pain from her cherry lips.
Those lips are quickly looking pained again, this time when Scott drags those bottoms upwards, forcing the smaller woman to go up on tiptoes, and then pumps a kneelift into gulping Florida midriff. With Fields bent forwards, Scott ducks under, lifts one limp arm over her own neck, and then lifts upwards, keeping those wedgied togs held tight even as she lifts the hurting Upstart into classic Suplex stall position.
Still feeling the effects of Chloe’s earlier DDT, Scott can’t hold the smaller woman up for long. But the descent is even more nasty than usual for Strawberry, the former Cirque du Soleil performer’s neck dropped down form a height and smashing into Zoë’s thigh with all of her weight behind it! Fields bounces away from the collusion, coming to rest on her back and seeing stars. But she quickly can’t see anything, Scott pouring herself forwards and burying the downed challenger’s face in that domineering cleavage! Groans from the crowd, but Chloe’s shoulders are definitely down and the referee drops to count…
Envy neckbreaker
www.youtube.com/watch?v=dOEeobNF_Fc
ONE
TWO
THRENOOO!
Fields rolls a shoulder no more than an inch off the canvas, Craig holding two fingers high. He waves toward the timekeeper to make sure there’s no mistake Strawberry’s survived the brutal maneuver. Still, Zoë hasn’t had her gurls pushed far off Fields’ delicate features.
The ponytailed brunette rolls to her side, drawing in deep gulps of air when a furious Scott slips her arms beneath the Upstart’s shoulderblades and forces Fields so her pert, tiny tush is back against the canvas. There’s no slaps of the mat this time however with Zoë propping Chloe’s head upward with her scooping arms and into the considerable cleavage of the lightweight champion.
A scowling Scott wedges Fields’ nose into the cleft of her bosom, the challenger’s lips pressed tight to the spandex-covered breasts, Chloe again left without oxygen.
The former champ’s dark eyes dart wildly just above Zoë’s weapons. Her tawny, slender arms wave frantically with little rhyme or reason until Chloe claps her hands together above the Dubai Diva’s cranium, ringing the champ’s ears something fierce with her biceps in the process.
A yelping Scott barrel-rolls several feet away, her hands acting like earmuffs against her mangled sensory apparatus. She uses one hand and the ropes to pull to a seated position, cursing not so much under her breath.
Fields gasps in huge lungfuls of air as she pushes to all fours and crawls in the opposite direction, taking a seat against the far set of cables, champ and challenger staring at the other intently, both with looks of concern.
Zoë starts to rise and the sinewy stems of the Upstart push her to vertical as if automatically, knowing she has to stem the tide of the Evil Emirati. Both brunettes surge toward each other but there’s more giddy-up behind Chloe’s charge and Scott settles, planning to disrupt anything Fields has in mind.
As Strawberry closes in Fields leaps toward the title holder. Zoë seems ready enough, scooping her foe into a possible slam, but the former trouper has too much momentum to control. Fields spins around Zoë’s shoulders, ending across them, trapping Scott’s head in a scissors while locking down the right arm of the REAL Baroness with her Christo submission locked tight.
Christo
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ro1CoTwUB68
Isobel’s attitude changes instantly, the busty blonde looking worried. The champ’s face is a mix between fear and pain. Zoë staggers to keep her feet, likely knowing if she falls even to her knees, the game is likely over. Craig moves in close asking if Scott wants to surrender her belt.
Zoë spits out a feral ‘NO’. But then drops to one knee, the crowd roaring with anticipation of the Upstart’s second lightweight title run.
Immediately, a ‘CHANT’ tap echoes through the bowl, but the noise seems to focus the Dubai Diva rather than drain her of hope. The champ’s legs flutter uncontrollably as she tries to power to vertical, but somehow Scott manages. When she does fall after her lower legs give out in exhaustion, it’s a controlled one toward the nearest ropes and Scott curls a couple fingers around the bottom strand.
Zoë chokes out a squeaky “ropes”. Lamont is more enthusiastic, loudly demanding Long get her boss loose NOW. Craig starts his count and the cheeky challenger maintains her control through FOUR before releasing. Fields doesn’t step away and give the Diva air. Instead, she rips Zoë to her feet, pulling her foe away from the saving cables by a left wrist and shoulder, shoving her a couple feet toward the middle.
Instantly the bedimpled battler leaps back into the ropes that saved her rival, grabbing the top, her boot soles landing on the middle. She vaults off in a 180 and CRACKS her right foot across the temple of the turning, oblivious Zoë, flattening the champ to the deck.
Springboard shortkick
www.youtube.com/watch?v=aFbcmW6XwJk
The possibly concussive kick leaves Scott cooled if not out cold. She lies in a dazed starfish, blinking toward the rafters, not far from the nearest buckles. It’s no surprise when the aerialist heads for the heights, scrambling to the top as if she’s more comfortable on the high wires than the mat.
Turning to her target, the tawny-skinned brunette launches to the stratosphere precious few like London and Daly could reach. At the top, Chloe folds into a tight ball, but there is no extension to get froggy. Instead, she lands her Strawberry Cannonball amidst the open midriff of her foe, blowing up Zoë’s abdomen with her lethal ordinance. As Chloe rolls to her feet after tumbling off the demolished Scott, Zoë retches breathlessly, hugging her tummy. She rocks from side to side redfaced and gutted.
Isobel reaches a hand in to snatch an ankle and pull the Oil Baroness to safety but Fields isn’t having it. She skips over the splayed Scott and leaps through the ropes CRASHING into the big blonde. If Lamont had been ready for the dive, Strawberry might have been turned to jam, but Chloe catches the hearty Texan distracted and bowls her over, Isobel backpedaling into the steel barrier behind her, spine hitting steel.
She slides to an anguished seat, grasping at her lower vertebrae while an animated Chloe manages to land on her feet after the impact, such is her acrobatic balance. Surveying Isobel with a beaming smile, she turns and hops to the apron. Grabbing the top rope, she leaps, landing atop it and springboards toward Scott, this time SMASHING Zoë with a perfectly placed frog splash that forces Scott into a gutted jackknife before Zoë melts to horizontal, both shoulders flat against the mat.
Chloe hooks her foe’s far leg as part of the lateral press and counts out the slaps that would make her lightweight champ once more with the…
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TWO…
THRNOOO!
There’s no save from the outside for the Baroness, only sheer stubborn determination that draws a groan of disappointment from the FAWNatics, the crowd absolutely ‘knowing’ the gold was Fields. And yet, as of yet, it isn’t. Looking a bit flustered as she looks at Craig in disbelief, the Upstart nevertheless doesn’t dawdle for long, popping to her feet and deciding on her next airborne assault.
Scott, on the other hand, isn’t going anywhere fast, slumping back to the canvas and taking big gulps of air to replenish her squashed lungs. The champ was clearly hoping to get a breather but any chance for recuperation was denied, Fields feeling the adrenaline and yanking Zoë up to unsteady feet. Preoccupied only with staying vertical, the Diva’s job is made much harder when Chloe clunks a stiff forearm into her jaw, leaving the Dubai girl still standing but reeling her arms.
Having been denied the title by a whisker a few seconds ago, Fields isn’t taking any chances this time, stepping to the nearest corner and hopping to the second buckle. From this altitude she launches herself out, flipping forwards in a perfectly calculated arc aimed at hooking around the staggered champion’s back. The FAWNatics raise the volume even higher at the prospect of their favourite landing a match-ending Fields Day, but their cheers turn to groans when Scott simply reaches up and shoves the redhead away while still in the air. With no landing pad and no control over her trajectory Fields has no choice but to crash, her attempted finisher transformed into a spine-rattling splash down on the canvas-covered plywood.
Spinning around with fury in her eyes, Scott staggers over to the hurting Upstart and grabs both her ankles. Chloe knows what’s going to happen and gets both hands up in a pleading attempt to avoid it, but she’s out of luck, Zoë simply raising one expensive trainer and stomping it down between the Floridian’s splayed legs in a series of brutal blows to her kitty. After a few more kicks to alleviate some frustration, the champion lets the mewling Fields’ legs go, instead grabbing two handfuls of dark locks and dragging her victim up to standing.
Still massaging at the fire in her center, it seems that Fields is easy prey. The Diva slips behind her and ducks down, tucking her head between the tawny Upstart’s legs and lifting her skywards. Now with her own Blessing finisher set up, Scott reaches upwards and hooks both hands around the back of Chloe’s neck, tugging forwards and getting ready to sit out and end the challenger’s night for good.
Or at least that was her plan. But there’s still life in the former Cirque du Soleil performer, throwing herself forwards and transforming the Oil Baroness’ finisher into a neat and tightly held Victory Roll which keeps the disoriented champ’s shoulders down on the mat for…
ONE
TWO
Isobel Lamont looked like she was ready to climb in the ring and break the pin up, but she’s saved the bother when Zoë’s frantically kicking legs finally get enough power to burst free. Annoyed at having her finisher so effectively countered, the Diva gives a frustrated slap to the mat and clambers to her feet. But her tantrum has caused her to lose track of her challenger and she pays a heavy price when a berry-red blur springs off the ropes towards her, snags around her neck and drops back to drive her face down into both of Field’s tawny knees.
Strawberry Jam
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Zr7EpN5cPGk
Instinctive muscle memory seems to have kicked in for Zoë, the champ reeling away from the impact and somehow staying up on her feet. But it’s clear that she might as well be sleepwalking, eyes blinking confusedly under the harsh ring lights and legs jellified to the point of almost being liquid. A stiff breeze might have knocked her back down, but her challenger had considerably more than that planned.
A quick glance to ringside confirms that Isobel Lamont is once again leaning on the apron and ready to interfere. With that menace lurking outside Chloe decides that no pin attempt would be safe, she has to make the champ give up of her own accord. To achieve this the former champ pulls out something special from deep in her playbook, again climbing the buckles to get height and then diving off to hook around Scott’s head. Those tawny thighs SMECK around the champ’s waist while her forearm crushes down on Dubai windpipe, the Upstart showing that she’s just as good with a Guillotine Choke as she is with her acrobatics.
Strawberry Crush
www.youtube.com/watch?v=nlBjqDlCWuU
For perhaps two seconds Scott’s legs miraculously manage to support the pair, but with her throat crushed by all of Fields’ weight she simply can’t stay up for long, folding at the waist. She ends up in an awkward hunched-over seat, Strawberry sitting in her lap and leaning back to get maximum leverage on her choke while her legs saw into the Diva’s waist. Zoë’s only lifeline was that she still had the use of her arms, although the crowd, enthusiastically chanting “TAP!” at her, only wanted to see those hands doing one thing. It briefly looked like Scott might be about to comply, but instead she waves frantically at Isobel, the blonde looking slightly ruffled but back in place at ringside.
“BbhhhBEL!” the champ croaked. Lamont slapped the apron a few times and then raised her own voice to be heard over the Upstart Nation. “Scotty, follow my voice, you can get to the ro…ah crap.” Zoë managed a few awkward shuffles, making maybe an inch or two of progress before Fields reefed back again, denying the champ any air. The gurgles Chloe heard in response would normally have worried her, but she knows if anyone deserves this treatment it’s Zoë Scott, and she shows a mean streak to squeeze that crushing hold even harder.
The champion's only response is a few more wild swings of her arms, trying to land anything that might loosen the guillotine and quickly finding this tactic is just as futile as her last escape attempt. Hand waving desperately in the direction of the only source of salvation her oxygen-starved brain can think of, Scott manages to croak “hhhhHELP MEEerghh”. Another surprisingly clinical pulse of the hold cuts her off with a nasty gurgle, Fields' uncharacteristic meanness making her look every inch the next lightweight champ.
Around the arena, the throngs can recognise it too, the rhythmic chant of “TAP” reaching deafening levels. But at ringside Isobel is far less happy, hands in her hair and biting her lip, eyes shifting between her rapidly fading boss and the referee. As Zoë’s hand flattens into a paddle and reaches out towards the canvas, Lamont finally makes her decision, slipping on to the apron, under the ropes, and taking a few brisk steps forwards. One cowboy boot swings up and slams into Chloe’s unsuspecting face, releasing the champion from her predicament and unleashing a torrent of anger and opprobrium from all sides.
Much of that was coming from Craig Long, hands on his head as he yelled “What the hell are you doing, Lamont?”
The fixer spared him a baleful glance. “I’m doing my job,” she drawled, “just like you’re doing yours.” She turned back to her employer, checking on the Diva who was still coughing and gasping on the mat. In fact Scott didn’t show any more signs of life until the announcer’s voice cut through the boos.
“Ladies and gentlemen, the referee has disqualified Zoë Scott. Your winner...CHLOE STRAWBERRY FIELDS!”
Still more jeers greeted the announcement, while Zoë sat up with a start and stared furiously at Isobel. But her glare shifted when Fields came storming up, giving an angry shove at the big blonde’s shoulder. Lamont straightened and turned, but the lightweight didn’t seem cowed. “You’re a meanie and Zoë is a cheat!” she pouts.
The Texan just turned away, glancing down at Scott, who gave her a nod.
Suddenly Lamont becomes a blur of motion, spinning through a tight little circle. She emerges at the other end with one arm out at murderous height, the Lariat not so much hitting Chloe as swinging right through her. The tawny Floridian is flattened into the mat, Bel's momentum and follow-through leaving her on her knees a few feet away. The display of instant, powerful brutality is enough to suddenly silence the crowd, swapping their jeers for quiet concern at just how hard their Upstart had been hit.
Discus lariat
www.youtube.com/watch?v=wpfoPKRgefo
Lamont clambers to her feet and brushes that blonde mane out of her eyes, not even glancing down at the Strawberry smear she’s left on the canvas. “You’re still the champion Scotty,” she says lightly as the Oil Baroness regains her feet, “want me to go get your title?”
Zoë isn’t even looking at her, instead looking almost hungrily at Fields' prone form. “Just keep that moron busy,” she says, gesturing to the referee, “I’m going to make sure this annoying child never bothers me again.” She drops to a kneel, legs either side of the twitching Upstart’s waist, and swings a few light slaps into her rosy cheeks.
After a few seconds, Chloe’s big doe eyes bat and focus, just the cue the champ is looking for. She drops her torso down, tucking both hands behind the addled brunette’s skull and burying those angelic features in a mountain of honey-tanned boob flesh. Scott rides out a few jerks and wriggles from the smaller woman, face spreading into a malice filled grin. “This is what you get when you mess with greatness!” she crows, although whether Chloe can hear her through that sweaty muffler is debatable.
With their favourite being drowned in pillowy darkness and Lamont keeping Craig Long at bay, the Upstart Nation now seems seriously concerned about the situation. But their groans turn to cheers as a brunette streak bursts from the entranceway, speeding down to the ring. She slides under the bottom rope and bursts into the ring, the FAWNatics finally realising that Chloe’s tag partner wasn’t about to let her bestie get treated this way.
KATYA MICHALKA
Occupied with corralling the referee, Isobel doesn’t realise there’s a new arrival in the ring. Scott does, sitting up and staring. But she’s given no chance to defend herself, the Pretty Rave Girl bolting forwards, swinging one foot high and then crunching her heel down into the back of Scott’s surprised noggin. The Diva’s lights are turned out by the blow, slumping down face-first and ending up in a damp heap next to her erstwhile victim. Katya rises to her feet and takes a second to enjoy her handiwork.
Kandi Kick
www.youtube.com/watch?v=CTTR3h8oVgM
That second might be all she’s allowed, Isobel stepping over to put herself between her boss and the vengeful Raver. At first she just reaches down, rolling Zoë over with one hand and never taking her eyes off Katya. Once she’s checked Scott, she stands up again, stance loose but ready.
“Didn’t lay a finger on your girl till after she’d already come at me,” Bel growls. “Y’all lightweights must think you can take me out. So my question is this; do you want to be a good friend, or do you want to be made into an example?”
“I’m not scared of you,” Katya says, determination ringing in her voice. Lamont just snorts. “I don’t care if you’re scared, all I care about is you getting the hell away from my boss. So either turn that tiny ass around or step up, cos I’m done waiting.”
For a second it looks like the Upstart might be about to turn tail, bending to comfort her slowly reviving tag partner and preparing her to go back up the ramp. Then a thought strikes her. “Chloe won”, she states, “and that means she gets to stay in the ring, not the cheater.”
Lamont doesn’t move a muscle for a few moments, then a small smile crosses her face and she inclines her head slightly, apparently a gesture of acceptance. “I guess the champion is leaving,” she said drily, “enjoy your victory.”
Eyes never leaving Katya's, the Fixer bends and scoops up her exhausted charge in one arm, carrying her over to the ropes and then gently out to ringside. Their walk up the ramp is accompanied by boos from all sides, Michalka's glare following the pair until they were safely back through the curtain.