Post by dsb on Dec 19, 2018 21:22:07 GMT
With the disaster in the Madhouse barely a month behind them, Hot & Bothered’s top twosome wait impatiently for the chance at redemption. Another Jasmine, Jasmine V’s soft melodic hip-hop ’That’s Me Right There’ fills the arena bowl and the crowd’s collective gaze turns to the upper stage.
(https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8tEyAAniu5U&index=36&list=PLFgquLnL59anjMBFmfztjKvngIUN1F987 )
The Dogg Pound is small but the few barking fans do their level best to keep up with the storm of jeers from the majority of the crowd. The gorgeous African-American grappler appears and moves center stage, the crowd momentarily mesmerized by the action of Washington’s hips and booty, the ‘WOOFS’ becoming more clear until Jasmine’s traitorous blonde partner buries both herself and Washington under jet-engine level decibels.
JASMINE WWASHINGTON
KYLIE SANDERS
The elfin blonde screams at the multitudes to give Jasmine her due, boldly guaranteeing her young protégé would show the Beach Cat her bite.
Starting down the ramp and aisle, J-Dogg flashes signs and shakes dat incredible ass, Washington leading the ‘hate parade’, as the FAWNatics chant “FAKE…L…K”. Furious she’s still considered a knock-off of LaKeisha Bates, J-Dogg berates the instigators in the crowd.
Dressed in a tiny black hoodie, (black version of the following: i2.photobucket.com/albums/y32/biggerb/Jasmine-clothing.jpg~original ), the grappler angrily snaps her head back to clear the hood and her shoulder-length ebony locks behind. She waggles her way down the aisle as if she owns the place, her face pinching with disgust when shying away from the extended hands of the crowd.
Beneath the woman wears camo boy-cut trunks (http://s2.photobucket.com/user/biggerb/media/Jasmine-clothing%20below.jpg.html ) which accentuate her bootylicious backside all the more. Below are black pads and boots.
Behind is her tag partner. Sanders has a microphone in hand, the former fan favorite wearing a tight, spaghetti-strap, metallic gold Louis Vuitton mini that leaves plenty of ivory leg visible.
Reaching the ring, Wash hops to the apron and swishes her rump from side to side. Kylie, having joined her on the canvas after a trip up the steps, sits on the middle cable and pushes up the top for her partner. Jasmine slips through as her music fades. With Wash moving to mid-ring, Chill glides through in high heels to join J-Dogg.
“You losers all lucked out because standing before you is the Badass from Hotlanta,” Sanders pronounces. “She stands five feet, five inches tall and weighs in at 125 delectable pounds. She’s the Hot in H&B, the J-Dogg herself…Jasmine Washington.”
The FAWNatics don’t seem impressed with Kylie’s introduction, drowning the duo in boos.
“Shut your damn mouths,” the Platinum Pixie demands. “Last month.”
The assembled interrupt with a roaring ovation, rubbing salt in the wound of the formerly caged Kylie being routed by Chrissy Daniel’s millennial find.
“As I was saying, last month the Killer Blimp set me up. Put me in with someone I didn’t know and then distracted me to give her half-baked, mini-me a chance. She did it because she knew she couldn’t beat me. It worked. Once. But believe me that over-inflated brat Kat is going to learn what a HUGE mistake she made.”
The fans return to showing their displeasure, loudly.
“But tonight, Chrissy finds out there’s some Chocolate Thunder backing up Vanilla Chill. She wants to bring out some high school bimbo from behind her skirt to ambush me? I’ll bring a grown woman in her prime and make the Wimp wish she’d stayed MIA.”
Sanders turns to the upper stage.
“Get yo ass down here lickety, Chrissy. Before I go up there, snatch you, and drag you down here.”
Sanders tosses the microphone away with a heavy ‘CLUNK’ and leads Washington to her corner, both sets of eyes on the entrance, J-Dogg’s chance to destroy a Hall of Famer mere moments distant.
The crowd is still amidst letting the despised turncoat and her partner have it with both barrels when the lights dim. The fans dial down a few levels, their relative quiet the proverbial calm before the storm that accompanies the Beach Cat‘s arrival. Their anticipation ratchets that much higher when the ring announcer intercedes before any accompaniment.
“And her challenger, accompanied to the ring by Kat Braddock, hailing from Manhattan Beach, California, she stands five foot one inch tall and weighs in at one hundred twenty-four and nine-tenths of a pound. She is FAWN‘s original bad girl, the catfighter‘s catfighter, a three-time former World and two-time former Tag Team champion…”
Van Halen's ‘Beautiful Girls’ erupts from the speakers, the unmistakable sound of Eddie Van Halen's signature riff tearing the air itself.
“Ladies and gentlemen, she is the LEGEND, THE ICONOCLAST, THE KILLER IMP HERSELF… CHHHRRRIIISSSYYY DAAANNNIIIEEELLL!!!!!”
A cannonade of pyro explodes from the rafters in time with the thunderous drum roll, their fiery white sparks illuminating the cavernous space in a momentarily blinding light. When it fades Chrissy Daniel stands atop the ramp. Hands on her hips, she turns her head to scan the crowd, the corners of her mouth upturned in a smugly mischievous smile. Beside her is the busty teenage pupil she’d set upon the Pleasant Valley Pariah at All Hallows’ Evil, Braddock looking supremely pleased and incredibly hot in a tight black t-shirt and faded blue denim cutoffs; no shoes, apparently no problem.
CHRISSY DANIEL
KAT BRADDOCK
Raising her hands overhead, Chrissy makes as if to wave at the FAWNatics before turning it into a set of double birds. Even with the show of impudence, the boos are scattered, so much does the crowd hate Sanders and anyone associated with her. Daniel wraps an arm around the shoulders of her apprentice and they start down the aisle, side by side. The ash blonde’s hips swivel with every self-assured step and the newbie matches her swish for swish.
The Imp wears a shiny leather two piece, somewhere between silver and black, Chrissy forgoing her trademark fringe for sleek and stylish. Black pads and boots finish the wardrobe.
Taking the steps at a slow stalk, Daniel slips through the strands after a tawdry waggle of her hips and Kat quickly joins her tutor to make sure the Imp is not outnumbered.
Once inside the squared circle, Chrissy flips her lustrous locks back with one hand and gives a predatory wink at the woman she’d often made a meal in FAWN’s infancy and adolescence. She then turns her attention to Jasmine and licks her lips.
“You’ll make a great second course,” Daniel purrs. “Who wants white meat all the time?”
Chrissy moves to the ropes nearest the cameras and ascends to the middle, grabbing the top. Daniel glares into a nearby lens.
“My girl proved she’s the future of this industry,” the Imp declares. “She left Chill melted all over herself. But for tonight, I’m FAWN’s present and that J-Bitch is gonna learn how to heel.”
The Imp drops off the ropes to the canvas with a sturdy little ‘thwham’ and moves her fireplug frame to the corner opposite the woman she’d dominated back in the day, Kat covering her six.
Chrissy’s eyes bounce from Sanders to Washington until Kylie clears the field of battle.
“Keep an eye on her,” Daniel advises Kat. “She’s not the sap she used to be. She’ll try something.”
“I hope she does,” Braddock responds. “So I can leave her a limp little has-been…again.”
“Just be careful.”
Last words of advice received, Kat exits and takes her place on the floor just in time for the claxon call of the bell, Jasmine immediately cutting the distance to the FAWN legend.
Washington crosses and goes chest to chest with FAWN’s long-time fireplug or at least as close as their height difference allows. The women jaw back and forth, throwing the shade and talking trash until J-Dogg pie-faces the Killer Imp, shoving Daniel back a couple steps with a palm to her puss.
“That’s right,” Chill shouts from the sidelines. “Show her what it is, Dogg.”
A fuming Chrissy passes on her own five-finger thrust, instead dipping low and plucking Jasmine’s lower limbs off the mat with a double-leg scoop. With the Nubian beauty’s arms windmilling, the Beach Cat plants Kylie’s partner to the deck. Daniel SLAMS Jasmine’s spine to the canvas, landing atop her foe, then scoots to a kneeling straddle of the Badass from Hotlanta. She pounds away with rights and lefts via her modified version of a Thesz Press, several shots slipping through and rattling Jazzy’s cranium.
Kylie screams at the ref to force Chrissy’s hands open, but the man is timid and the Imp is unrelenting. Only when Washington’s senses are scrambled does Chrissy relent. Lifting her backside off Jasmine’s dusky midriff, Daniel drops the pear-shaped behind DEEP into Wash’s tummy, forcing a huge exhale from her foe, and another, and another.
Soon breathless, J-Dogg finally manages to shove the curvy Californian to the side. She pushes to her feet and staggers to the ropes, trying to draw in deep lungfuls of oxygen while Sanders pleads with her to get ready.
“OOOOF”
Chrissy dips a shoulder and buries it into Jasmine’s café-au-lait-skinned abdomen. She wraps her arms and lifts Washington’s soles off the canvas, carrying her to the Daniel’s corner and THUMPING her into the buckles, Jasmine’s frame rattled by the impact.
Perhaps surprisingly, Chrissy turns her attention away from the struggling J-Dogg and chats up the man in stripes, walking him over toward the corner nearest Kylie.
“Keep an eye on this slut,” Daniel demands. “Everyone hates the troll for a reason.”
Behind the back of the official, Kat leaps to the apron and encircles Jasmine’s throat with a cinching right arm, cutting off the Wash’s air supply. A wide-eyed Jasmine thrashes for air, trying to break free but failing. Watching over the ref’s shoulder, Kylie screams at the man to turnaround, but Chrissy has the ref focused on the rantings of Vanilla Chill.
Seeing Jazzy choked out, Sanders can take no more, sliding through the ropes until the zebra, with Chrissy in his ear, captures the Platinum Pixie around the waist and forces her back through the cables.
“You know you can’t double-team, Kylie,” the oaf insists, while completely unaware of Braddock doing just that behind him..
A flushed Sanders returns to her spot and the rookie immediately understands it’s time to release and drop to the floor, her job done for the time being.
Gasping, Jasmine stumbles toward the outstretched arm of the Pleasant Valley Pariah, but Chrissy intercepts, locking arms with Washington when Jasmine raises the limb for a clothesline. The Beach Cat rides around the back of the Dogg and floats around to a snappy DDT that spikes Jasmine’s skull into the canvas.
Floatover DDT (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Y1hS4xOy8fQ )
Washington absently flops to her back, staring blankly into the rafters as Daniel slides atop her in a lateral press, the veteran hooking a leg for good measure for the…
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TWO…
Wash shifts a shoulder up, providing some momentary relief for the incredulous Vanilla Chill.
“C’mon Dogg. Get after her!” Ky implores.
But Chrissy only pulls Washington to a seated position, applies a crushing body scissors from behind, and playfully slaps at the crown of Jasmine’s head while stealing her foe’s breath with her abbreviated but muscular stems.
“Yeah,” Chrissy chides her long-time rival. “You really picked out a winner, didn’t you.”
Those looking closely might have seen steam emanating from Kylie’s ears. Chrissy’s pupil had squashed her in a Madhouse cage and now her partner and protégé was getting womanhandled by the Killer Imp, Jasmine’s killer rump MIA.
Washington swings her elbows behind her, trying to hit any piece of Daniel she can blindly find, but the veteran proves cagey, controlling one after the other with her own snaking arms, Chrissy acquiring a full nelson on the frustrated J-Dogg.
Bearing down with her scissors, digging her thighs into the African-American grappler’s sides, Chrissy wears down Chill’s chosen. Leaning back, she forces Jasmine’s backside into the air. With a pelvic push, the Beach Cat thrusts forward then down, SPIKING Jasmine’s tailbone into the thinly-sheathed plywwod. Washington’s face twists in pain even as Chrissy recedes to her back and launches Jazzy up AND down again, the mat thumping with her booty implosion.
Wash yelps in pain and, when Daniel releases her nelson, J-Dogg’s paws rush to her rump, trying to massage away the pain.
A smirking Chrissy unhooks her scissors and climbs to her feet, taking a stroll by a fuming Sanders.
“You thought she was gonna be the next LaKeisha or something? She couldn’t hold Bates’ g-string.”
Kylie swallows hard her face sporting a sour look as she watches Chrissy turn and deliver a soccer kick to the base of Jasmine’s spine, forcing the Badass from Hotlanta’s spine to arch forward in response.
“Get your ass up, Dogg,” Sanders demands and indeed Washington pushes to vertical, rubbing at the base of her backbone and turning to face a poised Daniel.
Daniel gets straight to the point, ten of them actually as she bares both sets of claws and sinks them into the thinly-covered bosom of the Hot&Bothered star. Squeezing tight, Chrissy draws a loud yip from the scuffling Washington, Jasmine rising to tiptoes reflexively as Chrissy turns the handfuls of flesh she controls in opposite directions.
Reaching her arms out on either side of Daniel’s noggin, J-Dogg slaps her hands together behind the Imp’s head, ringing the ash blonde’s ears and finally stemming the tide of the busty Beach Cat.
Talons removed from Jasmine’s malleable flesh, Daniel turns and creates some room between the grapplers, rubbing furiously at her ears while cursing a blue streak. Distracted, she walks to close to Ky, Sanders reaching in under the bottom rope and hooking a hand around Chrissy’s ankle, tripping her, though Daniel catches her balance before tipping. Still, it’s enough for Jasmine to seize the initiative and swoop an arm between the squat legs of the Beach Cat.
J-Dogg scoops Chrissy onto her right shoulder and surging forward a couple steps, BODY SLAMS Daniel into the deck. Immediately, the Black Mamba skips over Chrissy’s splayed form and hits the ropes on the opposite side in a handstand. Jazzy rebounds into a moonsault that terminates with Jasmine CRASHING down across Daniel’s Achilles’ abdomen.
Handspring Moonsault (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YO90f9scLZw )
Daniel groans loudly as she jackknifes under the perfectly executed maneuver then melts flat to the deck for the…
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TWO…
Chrissy powerfully throws a shoulder off the canvas, Washington using the shove as momentum to her feet. She stares dark daggers as the Killer Imp pushes to her knees, hugging her tummy as she gasps in large lungfuls of oxygen.
From behind, J-Dogg shoves Chrissy to all fours then mounts the former three-time World Champion, the only one of three to ever accomplish the feat still wrestling in FAWN, in a standing head scissors. Clamping down with her ebony stems, Jasmine collects both of Daniel’s arms at the elbows and widens Chrissy’s arms to the sides.
Hopping, Wash drops to her knees SMASHING Chrissy’s face into the mat with a Scissored Facebuster that draws an ‘OOOOH’ from the crowd and a look of indigestion from the teenage Brat on the sidelines.
Scissored Facebuster (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rJlzoMSSYfg )
Jasmine uses the remainder of the head scissors to spin Chrissy to her back, Washington’s ebony stems lain across Daniel’s biceps, her shoulders planted for…
ONE…
TWO…
Chrissy pushes a shoulder up to save herself, though significantly less forcefully than the previous shove. Blue-gray eyes glassy, she shakes her attic free of as many cobwebs as she can manage, moving to a seated position.
Jasmine grasps a pair of handfuls of flowing ash blonde locks and yanks Daniel up the rest of the way.
“You’re looking tired, has been,” Washington growls.
“Shut your mouth,” a snarly Kat shouts from the sidelines. “She made a career out of beating down your Chill and I’m doing the same with both of you losers.”
J-Dogg sneers at the busty blonde and lifts a knee into the dipped forehead of her mentor, snapping Chrissy’s head back in violent fashion, Daniel no doubt only remaining off her keester because of Wash’s grip on her flaxen cascades.
Jazzy puts her right index finger to her lips and playfully shushes the youngster, Kylie chuckling at the Beach Cat and her silenced kitten.
“Take her for a spin,” Sanders encourages.
Jasmine nods in agreement while staring down Braddock. She tugs the Killer Imp’s noggin into a tight side headlock and grinds away on the vertically challenged fireplug.
“So ya think the Badass don’t have the bum of Bates?” Jasmine asks.
J-Dogg gives up her grip then dips and scoops an arm between the abbreviated, muscular stems of the Beach Cat, plucking her foe off the canvas and shifting Daniel to rest on her right shoulder. Moving to a neutral corner, Jasmine drops the pit of Chrissy’s knees over the top rope on either side and quickly captures the Imp in a Tree of Woe, Daniel short enough, only her ash blonde locks brush against the canvas.
Washington turns and jogs to the opposite corner. She slaps the top buckle, spins and sprints toward her target. Speeding across the mat, Jasmine flies into the air from a few feet out, turning in a 180 as she vaults into the air. Her Badass booty leads the way, COLLIDING into Chrissy’s pelvis, rocking the three-time World Champion.
“One more time?” Jasmine screams to the FAWNatics.
The one or two Hot&Bothered fans in the audience make themselves known and Washington nods knowingly as if everyone in the house had responded in the affirmative. She strides purposefully for the far buckles again.
As she does, Kat scurries down the length of the ring and hops to the apron, ready to free her in-ring advisor. But Kylie’s instantly on the floor behind her. She rips Braddock’s feet out from under her, the rookie dropping like a hot rock, her chin THUMPING off the edge of the apron, the blonde’s braincase whiplashing away from the impact.
Goal accomplished, Sanders watches as Jasmine hustles toward her and, more importantly, the still trapped Chrissy. Wash leaps in with a bronco buster, THUMPING her buttocks into the overturned, wide-eyed features of the future Hall of Famer. Grabbing the middle ropes on either side, Jasmine rocks and rides Daniel’s mug, CRASHING into her face time and time again.
Kylie leads the few remaining Corps members in a ten-count of pelvic pushes. As Jazzy reaches the tenth, Kylie pivots and loads up a big right bolo punch she places neatly on the chin of a rising Kat, laying out the bratty teen in a wide, motionless spreadeagle. Sanders blows on her still clenched fist to ‘cool’ it down and heads back to her station to let Kat sleep it off and get her front-row seat back for Chrissy’s demolition.
Having dismounted her foe and freed her from The Tree, Jasmine pulls the wobbly Daniel to vertical. She dips her head under the limp left arm of the Beach Cat and slips her hands under the glutes of the Imp. Throwing her body back into a bridge, Washington flips Daniel forward, Chrissy THUMPING into the deck, her spine hitting harshly courtesy of a Northern Lights Suplex.
Northern Lights Suplex (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HvQPd3nU5ek )
J-Dogg shows she’s more than booty, keeping her bridge perfectly elevated while keeping Chrissy flattened for the…
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TWO…
…Daniel’s forced to kick out again, the Imp playing with fire as the African-American grappler continues to get closer to a three-count on the FAWN legend.
Jasmine hops to her feet and grabs the ankles of the Killer Imp, Kylie cheering her on from the floor, Sanders slapping the canvas, caught up in J-Dogg’s momentum.
Washington folds Daniel’s legs in a figure-four, her arms knotted within them, and lifts Chrissy’s lower limbs by the knot until the Californian is captured in her Hotlanta Stretch, a sneering J-Dogg torturing her foe with the submission maneuver.
Hotlanta Stretch (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=v0cqN0aJkNA )
It’s not Jasmine, but Kylie demanding the howling Chrissy surrender. Sanders taps the canvas, seemingly making sure Daniel understands how she can make the pain stop. Washington drops to a seat on the map, scissoring the waist of the plush ash blonde. A risen Kat, back in Daniel’s corner and looking mightily concerned, throws all her support behind the yelping Chrissy and the Imp shakes her head violently when she’s asked if she wants to give in.
First, yanking at her own locks to spread the pain from her searing stems, Chrissy then digs her nails into the canvas and drags her way toward the ropes. It’s a slow painful process but, after a dozen seconds of agony, Daniel wraps a palm around the bottom cable.
A sinister, smiling Kylie is not far and slyly walks to the spot. Without a hint of remorse or concern for the official, she starts to pry Daniel’s hand from the cables. Instantaneously, Kat is on the move. She sprints around the corner and Kylie, too intent on keeping Chrissy from an escape, doesn’t notice the approach.
At the last split-second, Kylie perceives the teen’s charge, Kat dipping a shoulder and PLOWING through the Pleasant Valley Pariah, spearing the HOLY HELL out of Ky, the crowd groaning in momentary sympathy for the manner in which Sanders is run over, as if by a curvy Mack truck.
On top of the demolished Chill, Kat fires away with a flurry of fists, pounding Sanders into semi-consciousness. In the ring, the zebra realizes what’s happening in the legal confines has to take precedence and he starts his count for the break, Jasmine releasing her Clutch at FOUR and backing away several steps.
Deciding she has to do something to save Vanilla, Washington races to the ropes and baseball slides under the bottom rope, landing on her boot soles a few feet from the melee. From behind, J-Dogg sends her digits into Kat the Brat’s golden locks. She RIPS the rookie off her partner and bum rushes Braddock to the nearest part of the steel barrier dividing the fighters from their fans.
Jasmine RAMS Kat into the steel by the crown of her skull, the sickening thud forcing a few to turn away. Braddock melts to a jumbled pool at the barrier’s base. Washington turns to Kylie and checks on her teammate, slapping her partner’s cheek lightly, drawing Sanders closer to awareness before the count grows too high to remain. Wash slips back in the ring and rises, calling back at Kylie, trying to awaken her further when suddenly J-Dogg howls in anguish.
Chrissy, having recovered enough to make it to one knee, throws her body into the pit of the distracted Jasmine’s left knee, viciously chop blocking the Nubian beauty, Washington dropping to that knee, face etched in pain.
Behind her foe, the Killer Imp snakes her arms around the braincase of Jasmine, pressing her arms tight to temple and carotid, cutting off the blood flow to J-Dogg’s brain. Frantic, Washington reaches for the ropes in front of her but the veteran pulls Jasmine away from the saving strands. Washington manages to scramble to her feet and the vertically challenged Daniel leaps into riding position across J-Dogg’s back, scissoring around he foe’s waist, to keep the grip in place.
Her cinching sleeper growing tighter, Chrissy tries to steer the Hot&Bothered superstar toward center stage. The Badass from Hotlanta staggers, legs growing rubbery, lids fluttering over dark eyes. Jasmine’s arms reach out absently, Washington’s senses dulling as Chrissy cuts off the fuel to J-Dogg’s gray matter.
“Submit,” Daniel whispers in the Nubian beauty’s ear. “You don’t want to know what I’ll do while you’re sleeping.”
The words stir some adrenaline, keeping the faltering Jasmine from dropping to her knees and really letting the Beach Cat separate Wash from her faculties.
A dazed Kylie struggles to her feet on the outside, leaning heavily on the apron. She has trouble even offering her verbal support but still she’s in better shape than Kat the Brat, the blonde only now on hands and knees.
Inside, Jasmine desperately reaches over her shoulders, trying to get a handhold with which to flip the Imp over her shoulders and off her back. Failing, she turns her back to a set of buckles and backpedals into the corner, sandwiching Chrissy between. An audible burst of breath escapes Daniel’s lips. Washington moves out a couple steps then throws her body into reverse again, splashing the Beach Cat. Chrissy loses her brain-draining grip, her boot soles dropping to the canvas behind her foe.
Jasmine turns to face the ash blonde, but Daniel is already dipping and wrapping her arms around Wash’s waist. Cinching in a makeshift bearhug, Daniel moves a couple steps from the corner then lays out, sending J-Dogg surging forward, her face CAREENING into the top buckle. Jasmine’s head snaps back and she stumbles away after a 180 spin, the curvy veteran on the prowl behind her foe.
Closing in, Chrissy gets catty, raking both sets of nails down the café-au-lait-colored skin of Washington’s back. Jasmine arches in agony as the searing trails erupt on her skin. A beaming Daniel stays on her victim’s trail. Spinning Jasmine to face her, Daniel drives a toe kick deep into J-Dogg’s gut, doubling her over. Instantly, Chrissy collects Jazzy’s lowered noggin in a front facelock and drops to her back, SPIKING Wash’s cranium into the canvas with a DDT.
The snap variety sends Jasmine flipping over and spreading into a starfish before she skids to a stop. Chrissy scrambles atop the demolished Washington in a lateral press, hooking the far leg for insurance for the…
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TWO…
THRNOOO!
Jazzy shoves a shoulder up to stay alive and Daniel instantly rolls the dazed Dogg to her chest, settling on her knees at her foe’s feet. Shuffling forward on her caps, Chrissy widens Jasmine’s dusky stems, spreading them with her knees the farther she moves up between the limbs. With Jasmine mewling, her legs get stretched wider and wider, the Imp reaches a hand over Washington’s head and hooks a pair of fingers into Jasmine’s nostrils, pulling back on J-Dogg’s head.
The evil 7-10 Split forces a nasal shriek from the supposed Badass, Chrissy again showing how catty she could be. Enjoying herself for as long as she’s able, the Imp finally says farewell to the Split by pulling her fingers free, forming all five into a fist and slugging the throat of the Nubian beauty.
A gagging Dogg flops to her back, retching and reaching for her neck. Chrissy shows she’s not without a level of athleticism, popping to a handstand and moving to a ‘standing’ straddle of Kylie’s partner. Targets acquired, Daniel drops out of her upside-down verticality into a double knee-drop to Jasmine’s gurls, CRUSHING the breasts under her bony balls.
Washington groans deeply and for both ONE…and TWO…she tries to shove Daniel off before finally succeeding, rocking to her side and throwing Daniel just before the three-count!
Jasmine pushes to all fours and crawls toward her corner as if looking for a tag from Chill, but Kylie’s preoccupied, having intercepted Braddock before the teenage blonde could wobble back to safe territory. Grabbing Kat by a wrist, Sanders sends the rookie sprinting down the length of the ring and CLANGING shoulder-first into the steel ring steps, Braddock upsetting the stairs such is the force of her collision.
Inside the squared circle, Daniel moves alongside the retreating Jasmine and stomps on her foe’s flattened right hand. Wash howls in pain as she rises to her haunches, cradling it close.
Grinning from ear to ear, Chrissy takes off for the ropes and roars out of the rebound toward her target. Daniel lifts a knee toward J-Dogg’s right temple as she barrels toward the African-American grappler. Washington manages to pull her head out of the way and sweep the blonde fireplug past with a shove. Caught off-guard, Daniel flies through the ropes between top and middle CRASHING awkwardly to the thinly-padded floor.
It takes Jasmine but a split-second to force her way to vertical and engage the official, falling into his arms and spinning him away from the ejected Imp while doing so.
Having already left Braddock an aching wreck next to the steel steps, the Platinum Pixie is upon her long-time rival in an instant. She tugs the already dazed Beach Cat to her feet, dips and scoops Chrissy across her shoulders in a fireman’s carry. With the FAWNatics desperate to make the ref aware of Sanders’ shenanigans, things get very Chilly for the Imp as Kylie SPLATS Chrissy to the floor with a Chilly Valley Driver.
Chilly Valley Driver (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PZmoqlLjbBc ).
Left ruined by FAWN’s Most Hated after the sickening impact on the unforgiving arena floor, Chrissy is a ragdoll in Sanders’ arms. Kylie struggles to get the short but curvy Imp off the cement. Ky leans her flaccid foe against the apron and, with Jasmine keeping the zebra busy, Kylie stuffs Chrissy back in under the bottom rope, Daniel rolling to a stop a few feet from J-Dogg’s feet and a well-placed set of buckles.
After thanking the official for his kind attention, Jasmine steps on the plush tummy of Daniel on her way to the corner. She ascends neatly and turns to face her target. Leaping toward the splayed Imp, J-Dogg lets her purportedly unrivalled ass lead the way on the descent and the pear-shaped pulchritude POUNDS into Daniel’s midriff, gutting the Achilles’ abdomen of the Californian.
Chrissy’s eyes nearly bulge out of their sockets after being blasted by Jazzy’s Jumping Ass Bomb, the ash blonde jackknifing under the bootylicious blow from the Badass.
Jasmine rises from her moaning perch, the official wondering why she hasn’t gone for the pre-made pin. Instead, Wash pulls what’s left of Chrissy to her feet. She dips her head between the weak-kneed lower limbs of the future FAWN Hall of Famer and lifts Daniel off the deck, the curvy blonde draping down the back of J-Dogg, crown of her skull pointed to the deck.
“You down with ABD?” Washington shouts.
“Yeah you know me,” Kylie hollers in return.
Holding Chrissy in place with arms wrapping around the pits of the Imp’s knees, Jasmine drops to her knees and blows up the Beach Cat with her butt-tastic Ass Backwards Driver
Ass Backwards Driver (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=slN0_8QaRuI )
Chrissy spreads into an unconscious sprawl and Jasmine takes her time in taking the perfect seat on Daniel’s face, J-Dogg’s backside swallowing up Chrissy’s features in a reverse face sit. Washington’s shins press down on Daniel’s biceps and Jasmine leans forward to flatten her palms atop Daniel’s D cups for the…
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TWO…
THREEE!
Kylie takes a glance down the ring apron and, seeing Kat seated but still stunned, she detours from her ring entry to party with the victor. Instead, she strides to the teenager who’d destroyed her at All Hallows Evil. She sinks her nails into Braddock’s golden mop, drags the newbie to her feet and throws her into the ring, quickly following behind.
Jasmine, having dismounted from Chrissy’s greasy, sleepy features, tugs Kat vertical this time and turns the staggering Braddock to the rising Kylie. She shoves the rookie toward Sanders who ducks and accepts Kat across her shoulders in a fireman’s carry.
It takes but a half-second for Kylie to pass sentence on The Brat, knocking her into next week with a trip to Chilly Valley. Left demolished and side by side, Chrissy and Kat snooze like little blonde bedmates under the glory of Hot&Bothered.
Ky raises Jasmine’s arm high in triumph as the ring announcer makes it official.
“Your winner by pinfall, Jasmine Washington!”
J-Dogg plants her boot sole on Chrissy’s chest and Kylie does the same to Braddock.
“Don’t think we’re done with these bytches yet,” Kylie shouts. “Little Miss Muffet earned a lot more than what she ate tonight.”
(https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8tEyAAniu5U&index=36&list=PLFgquLnL59anjMBFmfztjKvngIUN1F987 )
The Dogg Pound is small but the few barking fans do their level best to keep up with the storm of jeers from the majority of the crowd. The gorgeous African-American grappler appears and moves center stage, the crowd momentarily mesmerized by the action of Washington’s hips and booty, the ‘WOOFS’ becoming more clear until Jasmine’s traitorous blonde partner buries both herself and Washington under jet-engine level decibels.
JASMINE WWASHINGTON
KYLIE SANDERS
The elfin blonde screams at the multitudes to give Jasmine her due, boldly guaranteeing her young protégé would show the Beach Cat her bite.
Starting down the ramp and aisle, J-Dogg flashes signs and shakes dat incredible ass, Washington leading the ‘hate parade’, as the FAWNatics chant “FAKE…L…K”. Furious she’s still considered a knock-off of LaKeisha Bates, J-Dogg berates the instigators in the crowd.
Dressed in a tiny black hoodie, (black version of the following: i2.photobucket.com/albums/y32/biggerb/Jasmine-clothing.jpg~original ), the grappler angrily snaps her head back to clear the hood and her shoulder-length ebony locks behind. She waggles her way down the aisle as if she owns the place, her face pinching with disgust when shying away from the extended hands of the crowd.
Beneath the woman wears camo boy-cut trunks (http://s2.photobucket.com/user/biggerb/media/Jasmine-clothing%20below.jpg.html ) which accentuate her bootylicious backside all the more. Below are black pads and boots.
Behind is her tag partner. Sanders has a microphone in hand, the former fan favorite wearing a tight, spaghetti-strap, metallic gold Louis Vuitton mini that leaves plenty of ivory leg visible.
Reaching the ring, Wash hops to the apron and swishes her rump from side to side. Kylie, having joined her on the canvas after a trip up the steps, sits on the middle cable and pushes up the top for her partner. Jasmine slips through as her music fades. With Wash moving to mid-ring, Chill glides through in high heels to join J-Dogg.
“You losers all lucked out because standing before you is the Badass from Hotlanta,” Sanders pronounces. “She stands five feet, five inches tall and weighs in at 125 delectable pounds. She’s the Hot in H&B, the J-Dogg herself…Jasmine Washington.”
The FAWNatics don’t seem impressed with Kylie’s introduction, drowning the duo in boos.
“Shut your damn mouths,” the Platinum Pixie demands. “Last month.”
The assembled interrupt with a roaring ovation, rubbing salt in the wound of the formerly caged Kylie being routed by Chrissy Daniel’s millennial find.
“As I was saying, last month the Killer Blimp set me up. Put me in with someone I didn’t know and then distracted me to give her half-baked, mini-me a chance. She did it because she knew she couldn’t beat me. It worked. Once. But believe me that over-inflated brat Kat is going to learn what a HUGE mistake she made.”
The fans return to showing their displeasure, loudly.
“But tonight, Chrissy finds out there’s some Chocolate Thunder backing up Vanilla Chill. She wants to bring out some high school bimbo from behind her skirt to ambush me? I’ll bring a grown woman in her prime and make the Wimp wish she’d stayed MIA.”
Sanders turns to the upper stage.
“Get yo ass down here lickety, Chrissy. Before I go up there, snatch you, and drag you down here.”
Sanders tosses the microphone away with a heavy ‘CLUNK’ and leads Washington to her corner, both sets of eyes on the entrance, J-Dogg’s chance to destroy a Hall of Famer mere moments distant.
The crowd is still amidst letting the despised turncoat and her partner have it with both barrels when the lights dim. The fans dial down a few levels, their relative quiet the proverbial calm before the storm that accompanies the Beach Cat‘s arrival. Their anticipation ratchets that much higher when the ring announcer intercedes before any accompaniment.
“And her challenger, accompanied to the ring by Kat Braddock, hailing from Manhattan Beach, California, she stands five foot one inch tall and weighs in at one hundred twenty-four and nine-tenths of a pound. She is FAWN‘s original bad girl, the catfighter‘s catfighter, a three-time former World and two-time former Tag Team champion…”
Van Halen's ‘Beautiful Girls’ erupts from the speakers, the unmistakable sound of Eddie Van Halen's signature riff tearing the air itself.
“Ladies and gentlemen, she is the LEGEND, THE ICONOCLAST, THE KILLER IMP HERSELF… CHHHRRRIIISSSYYY DAAANNNIIIEEELLL!!!!!”
A cannonade of pyro explodes from the rafters in time with the thunderous drum roll, their fiery white sparks illuminating the cavernous space in a momentarily blinding light. When it fades Chrissy Daniel stands atop the ramp. Hands on her hips, she turns her head to scan the crowd, the corners of her mouth upturned in a smugly mischievous smile. Beside her is the busty teenage pupil she’d set upon the Pleasant Valley Pariah at All Hallows’ Evil, Braddock looking supremely pleased and incredibly hot in a tight black t-shirt and faded blue denim cutoffs; no shoes, apparently no problem.
CHRISSY DANIEL
KAT BRADDOCK
Raising her hands overhead, Chrissy makes as if to wave at the FAWNatics before turning it into a set of double birds. Even with the show of impudence, the boos are scattered, so much does the crowd hate Sanders and anyone associated with her. Daniel wraps an arm around the shoulders of her apprentice and they start down the aisle, side by side. The ash blonde’s hips swivel with every self-assured step and the newbie matches her swish for swish.
The Imp wears a shiny leather two piece, somewhere between silver and black, Chrissy forgoing her trademark fringe for sleek and stylish. Black pads and boots finish the wardrobe.
Taking the steps at a slow stalk, Daniel slips through the strands after a tawdry waggle of her hips and Kat quickly joins her tutor to make sure the Imp is not outnumbered.
Once inside the squared circle, Chrissy flips her lustrous locks back with one hand and gives a predatory wink at the woman she’d often made a meal in FAWN’s infancy and adolescence. She then turns her attention to Jasmine and licks her lips.
“You’ll make a great second course,” Daniel purrs. “Who wants white meat all the time?”
Chrissy moves to the ropes nearest the cameras and ascends to the middle, grabbing the top. Daniel glares into a nearby lens.
“My girl proved she’s the future of this industry,” the Imp declares. “She left Chill melted all over herself. But for tonight, I’m FAWN’s present and that J-Bitch is gonna learn how to heel.”
The Imp drops off the ropes to the canvas with a sturdy little ‘thwham’ and moves her fireplug frame to the corner opposite the woman she’d dominated back in the day, Kat covering her six.
Chrissy’s eyes bounce from Sanders to Washington until Kylie clears the field of battle.
“Keep an eye on her,” Daniel advises Kat. “She’s not the sap she used to be. She’ll try something.”
“I hope she does,” Braddock responds. “So I can leave her a limp little has-been…again.”
“Just be careful.”
Last words of advice received, Kat exits and takes her place on the floor just in time for the claxon call of the bell, Jasmine immediately cutting the distance to the FAWN legend.
Washington crosses and goes chest to chest with FAWN’s long-time fireplug or at least as close as their height difference allows. The women jaw back and forth, throwing the shade and talking trash until J-Dogg pie-faces the Killer Imp, shoving Daniel back a couple steps with a palm to her puss.
“That’s right,” Chill shouts from the sidelines. “Show her what it is, Dogg.”
A fuming Chrissy passes on her own five-finger thrust, instead dipping low and plucking Jasmine’s lower limbs off the mat with a double-leg scoop. With the Nubian beauty’s arms windmilling, the Beach Cat plants Kylie’s partner to the deck. Daniel SLAMS Jasmine’s spine to the canvas, landing atop her foe, then scoots to a kneeling straddle of the Badass from Hotlanta. She pounds away with rights and lefts via her modified version of a Thesz Press, several shots slipping through and rattling Jazzy’s cranium.
Kylie screams at the ref to force Chrissy’s hands open, but the man is timid and the Imp is unrelenting. Only when Washington’s senses are scrambled does Chrissy relent. Lifting her backside off Jasmine’s dusky midriff, Daniel drops the pear-shaped behind DEEP into Wash’s tummy, forcing a huge exhale from her foe, and another, and another.
Soon breathless, J-Dogg finally manages to shove the curvy Californian to the side. She pushes to her feet and staggers to the ropes, trying to draw in deep lungfuls of oxygen while Sanders pleads with her to get ready.
“OOOOF”
Chrissy dips a shoulder and buries it into Jasmine’s café-au-lait-skinned abdomen. She wraps her arms and lifts Washington’s soles off the canvas, carrying her to the Daniel’s corner and THUMPING her into the buckles, Jasmine’s frame rattled by the impact.
Perhaps surprisingly, Chrissy turns her attention away from the struggling J-Dogg and chats up the man in stripes, walking him over toward the corner nearest Kylie.
“Keep an eye on this slut,” Daniel demands. “Everyone hates the troll for a reason.”
Behind the back of the official, Kat leaps to the apron and encircles Jasmine’s throat with a cinching right arm, cutting off the Wash’s air supply. A wide-eyed Jasmine thrashes for air, trying to break free but failing. Watching over the ref’s shoulder, Kylie screams at the man to turnaround, but Chrissy has the ref focused on the rantings of Vanilla Chill.
Seeing Jazzy choked out, Sanders can take no more, sliding through the ropes until the zebra, with Chrissy in his ear, captures the Platinum Pixie around the waist and forces her back through the cables.
“You know you can’t double-team, Kylie,” the oaf insists, while completely unaware of Braddock doing just that behind him..
A flushed Sanders returns to her spot and the rookie immediately understands it’s time to release and drop to the floor, her job done for the time being.
Gasping, Jasmine stumbles toward the outstretched arm of the Pleasant Valley Pariah, but Chrissy intercepts, locking arms with Washington when Jasmine raises the limb for a clothesline. The Beach Cat rides around the back of the Dogg and floats around to a snappy DDT that spikes Jasmine’s skull into the canvas.
Floatover DDT (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Y1hS4xOy8fQ )
Washington absently flops to her back, staring blankly into the rafters as Daniel slides atop her in a lateral press, the veteran hooking a leg for good measure for the…
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TWO…
Wash shifts a shoulder up, providing some momentary relief for the incredulous Vanilla Chill.
“C’mon Dogg. Get after her!” Ky implores.
But Chrissy only pulls Washington to a seated position, applies a crushing body scissors from behind, and playfully slaps at the crown of Jasmine’s head while stealing her foe’s breath with her abbreviated but muscular stems.
“Yeah,” Chrissy chides her long-time rival. “You really picked out a winner, didn’t you.”
Those looking closely might have seen steam emanating from Kylie’s ears. Chrissy’s pupil had squashed her in a Madhouse cage and now her partner and protégé was getting womanhandled by the Killer Imp, Jasmine’s killer rump MIA.
Washington swings her elbows behind her, trying to hit any piece of Daniel she can blindly find, but the veteran proves cagey, controlling one after the other with her own snaking arms, Chrissy acquiring a full nelson on the frustrated J-Dogg.
Bearing down with her scissors, digging her thighs into the African-American grappler’s sides, Chrissy wears down Chill’s chosen. Leaning back, she forces Jasmine’s backside into the air. With a pelvic push, the Beach Cat thrusts forward then down, SPIKING Jasmine’s tailbone into the thinly-sheathed plywwod. Washington’s face twists in pain even as Chrissy recedes to her back and launches Jazzy up AND down again, the mat thumping with her booty implosion.
Wash yelps in pain and, when Daniel releases her nelson, J-Dogg’s paws rush to her rump, trying to massage away the pain.
A smirking Chrissy unhooks her scissors and climbs to her feet, taking a stroll by a fuming Sanders.
“You thought she was gonna be the next LaKeisha or something? She couldn’t hold Bates’ g-string.”
Kylie swallows hard her face sporting a sour look as she watches Chrissy turn and deliver a soccer kick to the base of Jasmine’s spine, forcing the Badass from Hotlanta’s spine to arch forward in response.
“Get your ass up, Dogg,” Sanders demands and indeed Washington pushes to vertical, rubbing at the base of her backbone and turning to face a poised Daniel.
Daniel gets straight to the point, ten of them actually as she bares both sets of claws and sinks them into the thinly-covered bosom of the Hot&Bothered star. Squeezing tight, Chrissy draws a loud yip from the scuffling Washington, Jasmine rising to tiptoes reflexively as Chrissy turns the handfuls of flesh she controls in opposite directions.
Reaching her arms out on either side of Daniel’s noggin, J-Dogg slaps her hands together behind the Imp’s head, ringing the ash blonde’s ears and finally stemming the tide of the busty Beach Cat.
Talons removed from Jasmine’s malleable flesh, Daniel turns and creates some room between the grapplers, rubbing furiously at her ears while cursing a blue streak. Distracted, she walks to close to Ky, Sanders reaching in under the bottom rope and hooking a hand around Chrissy’s ankle, tripping her, though Daniel catches her balance before tipping. Still, it’s enough for Jasmine to seize the initiative and swoop an arm between the squat legs of the Beach Cat.
J-Dogg scoops Chrissy onto her right shoulder and surging forward a couple steps, BODY SLAMS Daniel into the deck. Immediately, the Black Mamba skips over Chrissy’s splayed form and hits the ropes on the opposite side in a handstand. Jazzy rebounds into a moonsault that terminates with Jasmine CRASHING down across Daniel’s Achilles’ abdomen.
Handspring Moonsault (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YO90f9scLZw )
Daniel groans loudly as she jackknifes under the perfectly executed maneuver then melts flat to the deck for the…
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TWO…
Chrissy powerfully throws a shoulder off the canvas, Washington using the shove as momentum to her feet. She stares dark daggers as the Killer Imp pushes to her knees, hugging her tummy as she gasps in large lungfuls of oxygen.
From behind, J-Dogg shoves Chrissy to all fours then mounts the former three-time World Champion, the only one of three to ever accomplish the feat still wrestling in FAWN, in a standing head scissors. Clamping down with her ebony stems, Jasmine collects both of Daniel’s arms at the elbows and widens Chrissy’s arms to the sides.
Hopping, Wash drops to her knees SMASHING Chrissy’s face into the mat with a Scissored Facebuster that draws an ‘OOOOH’ from the crowd and a look of indigestion from the teenage Brat on the sidelines.
Scissored Facebuster (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rJlzoMSSYfg )
Jasmine uses the remainder of the head scissors to spin Chrissy to her back, Washington’s ebony stems lain across Daniel’s biceps, her shoulders planted for…
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TWO…
Chrissy pushes a shoulder up to save herself, though significantly less forcefully than the previous shove. Blue-gray eyes glassy, she shakes her attic free of as many cobwebs as she can manage, moving to a seated position.
Jasmine grasps a pair of handfuls of flowing ash blonde locks and yanks Daniel up the rest of the way.
“You’re looking tired, has been,” Washington growls.
“Shut your mouth,” a snarly Kat shouts from the sidelines. “She made a career out of beating down your Chill and I’m doing the same with both of you losers.”
J-Dogg sneers at the busty blonde and lifts a knee into the dipped forehead of her mentor, snapping Chrissy’s head back in violent fashion, Daniel no doubt only remaining off her keester because of Wash’s grip on her flaxen cascades.
Jazzy puts her right index finger to her lips and playfully shushes the youngster, Kylie chuckling at the Beach Cat and her silenced kitten.
“Take her for a spin,” Sanders encourages.
Jasmine nods in agreement while staring down Braddock. She tugs the Killer Imp’s noggin into a tight side headlock and grinds away on the vertically challenged fireplug.
“So ya think the Badass don’t have the bum of Bates?” Jasmine asks.
J-Dogg gives up her grip then dips and scoops an arm between the abbreviated, muscular stems of the Beach Cat, plucking her foe off the canvas and shifting Daniel to rest on her right shoulder. Moving to a neutral corner, Jasmine drops the pit of Chrissy’s knees over the top rope on either side and quickly captures the Imp in a Tree of Woe, Daniel short enough, only her ash blonde locks brush against the canvas.
Washington turns and jogs to the opposite corner. She slaps the top buckle, spins and sprints toward her target. Speeding across the mat, Jasmine flies into the air from a few feet out, turning in a 180 as she vaults into the air. Her Badass booty leads the way, COLLIDING into Chrissy’s pelvis, rocking the three-time World Champion.
“One more time?” Jasmine screams to the FAWNatics.
The one or two Hot&Bothered fans in the audience make themselves known and Washington nods knowingly as if everyone in the house had responded in the affirmative. She strides purposefully for the far buckles again.
As she does, Kat scurries down the length of the ring and hops to the apron, ready to free her in-ring advisor. But Kylie’s instantly on the floor behind her. She rips Braddock’s feet out from under her, the rookie dropping like a hot rock, her chin THUMPING off the edge of the apron, the blonde’s braincase whiplashing away from the impact.
Goal accomplished, Sanders watches as Jasmine hustles toward her and, more importantly, the still trapped Chrissy. Wash leaps in with a bronco buster, THUMPING her buttocks into the overturned, wide-eyed features of the future Hall of Famer. Grabbing the middle ropes on either side, Jasmine rocks and rides Daniel’s mug, CRASHING into her face time and time again.
Kylie leads the few remaining Corps members in a ten-count of pelvic pushes. As Jazzy reaches the tenth, Kylie pivots and loads up a big right bolo punch she places neatly on the chin of a rising Kat, laying out the bratty teen in a wide, motionless spreadeagle. Sanders blows on her still clenched fist to ‘cool’ it down and heads back to her station to let Kat sleep it off and get her front-row seat back for Chrissy’s demolition.
Having dismounted her foe and freed her from The Tree, Jasmine pulls the wobbly Daniel to vertical. She dips her head under the limp left arm of the Beach Cat and slips her hands under the glutes of the Imp. Throwing her body back into a bridge, Washington flips Daniel forward, Chrissy THUMPING into the deck, her spine hitting harshly courtesy of a Northern Lights Suplex.
Northern Lights Suplex (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HvQPd3nU5ek )
J-Dogg shows she’s more than booty, keeping her bridge perfectly elevated while keeping Chrissy flattened for the…
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TWO…
…Daniel’s forced to kick out again, the Imp playing with fire as the African-American grappler continues to get closer to a three-count on the FAWN legend.
Jasmine hops to her feet and grabs the ankles of the Killer Imp, Kylie cheering her on from the floor, Sanders slapping the canvas, caught up in J-Dogg’s momentum.
Washington folds Daniel’s legs in a figure-four, her arms knotted within them, and lifts Chrissy’s lower limbs by the knot until the Californian is captured in her Hotlanta Stretch, a sneering J-Dogg torturing her foe with the submission maneuver.
Hotlanta Stretch (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=v0cqN0aJkNA )
It’s not Jasmine, but Kylie demanding the howling Chrissy surrender. Sanders taps the canvas, seemingly making sure Daniel understands how she can make the pain stop. Washington drops to a seat on the map, scissoring the waist of the plush ash blonde. A risen Kat, back in Daniel’s corner and looking mightily concerned, throws all her support behind the yelping Chrissy and the Imp shakes her head violently when she’s asked if she wants to give in.
First, yanking at her own locks to spread the pain from her searing stems, Chrissy then digs her nails into the canvas and drags her way toward the ropes. It’s a slow painful process but, after a dozen seconds of agony, Daniel wraps a palm around the bottom cable.
A sinister, smiling Kylie is not far and slyly walks to the spot. Without a hint of remorse or concern for the official, she starts to pry Daniel’s hand from the cables. Instantaneously, Kat is on the move. She sprints around the corner and Kylie, too intent on keeping Chrissy from an escape, doesn’t notice the approach.
At the last split-second, Kylie perceives the teen’s charge, Kat dipping a shoulder and PLOWING through the Pleasant Valley Pariah, spearing the HOLY HELL out of Ky, the crowd groaning in momentary sympathy for the manner in which Sanders is run over, as if by a curvy Mack truck.
On top of the demolished Chill, Kat fires away with a flurry of fists, pounding Sanders into semi-consciousness. In the ring, the zebra realizes what’s happening in the legal confines has to take precedence and he starts his count for the break, Jasmine releasing her Clutch at FOUR and backing away several steps.
Deciding she has to do something to save Vanilla, Washington races to the ropes and baseball slides under the bottom rope, landing on her boot soles a few feet from the melee. From behind, J-Dogg sends her digits into Kat the Brat’s golden locks. She RIPS the rookie off her partner and bum rushes Braddock to the nearest part of the steel barrier dividing the fighters from their fans.
Jasmine RAMS Kat into the steel by the crown of her skull, the sickening thud forcing a few to turn away. Braddock melts to a jumbled pool at the barrier’s base. Washington turns to Kylie and checks on her teammate, slapping her partner’s cheek lightly, drawing Sanders closer to awareness before the count grows too high to remain. Wash slips back in the ring and rises, calling back at Kylie, trying to awaken her further when suddenly J-Dogg howls in anguish.
Chrissy, having recovered enough to make it to one knee, throws her body into the pit of the distracted Jasmine’s left knee, viciously chop blocking the Nubian beauty, Washington dropping to that knee, face etched in pain.
Behind her foe, the Killer Imp snakes her arms around the braincase of Jasmine, pressing her arms tight to temple and carotid, cutting off the blood flow to J-Dogg’s brain. Frantic, Washington reaches for the ropes in front of her but the veteran pulls Jasmine away from the saving strands. Washington manages to scramble to her feet and the vertically challenged Daniel leaps into riding position across J-Dogg’s back, scissoring around he foe’s waist, to keep the grip in place.
Her cinching sleeper growing tighter, Chrissy tries to steer the Hot&Bothered superstar toward center stage. The Badass from Hotlanta staggers, legs growing rubbery, lids fluttering over dark eyes. Jasmine’s arms reach out absently, Washington’s senses dulling as Chrissy cuts off the fuel to J-Dogg’s gray matter.
“Submit,” Daniel whispers in the Nubian beauty’s ear. “You don’t want to know what I’ll do while you’re sleeping.”
The words stir some adrenaline, keeping the faltering Jasmine from dropping to her knees and really letting the Beach Cat separate Wash from her faculties.
A dazed Kylie struggles to her feet on the outside, leaning heavily on the apron. She has trouble even offering her verbal support but still she’s in better shape than Kat the Brat, the blonde only now on hands and knees.
Inside, Jasmine desperately reaches over her shoulders, trying to get a handhold with which to flip the Imp over her shoulders and off her back. Failing, she turns her back to a set of buckles and backpedals into the corner, sandwiching Chrissy between. An audible burst of breath escapes Daniel’s lips. Washington moves out a couple steps then throws her body into reverse again, splashing the Beach Cat. Chrissy loses her brain-draining grip, her boot soles dropping to the canvas behind her foe.
Jasmine turns to face the ash blonde, but Daniel is already dipping and wrapping her arms around Wash’s waist. Cinching in a makeshift bearhug, Daniel moves a couple steps from the corner then lays out, sending J-Dogg surging forward, her face CAREENING into the top buckle. Jasmine’s head snaps back and she stumbles away after a 180 spin, the curvy veteran on the prowl behind her foe.
Closing in, Chrissy gets catty, raking both sets of nails down the café-au-lait-colored skin of Washington’s back. Jasmine arches in agony as the searing trails erupt on her skin. A beaming Daniel stays on her victim’s trail. Spinning Jasmine to face her, Daniel drives a toe kick deep into J-Dogg’s gut, doubling her over. Instantly, Chrissy collects Jazzy’s lowered noggin in a front facelock and drops to her back, SPIKING Wash’s cranium into the canvas with a DDT.
The snap variety sends Jasmine flipping over and spreading into a starfish before she skids to a stop. Chrissy scrambles atop the demolished Washington in a lateral press, hooking the far leg for insurance for the…
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TWO…
THRNOOO!
Jazzy shoves a shoulder up to stay alive and Daniel instantly rolls the dazed Dogg to her chest, settling on her knees at her foe’s feet. Shuffling forward on her caps, Chrissy widens Jasmine’s dusky stems, spreading them with her knees the farther she moves up between the limbs. With Jasmine mewling, her legs get stretched wider and wider, the Imp reaches a hand over Washington’s head and hooks a pair of fingers into Jasmine’s nostrils, pulling back on J-Dogg’s head.
The evil 7-10 Split forces a nasal shriek from the supposed Badass, Chrissy again showing how catty she could be. Enjoying herself for as long as she’s able, the Imp finally says farewell to the Split by pulling her fingers free, forming all five into a fist and slugging the throat of the Nubian beauty.
A gagging Dogg flops to her back, retching and reaching for her neck. Chrissy shows she’s not without a level of athleticism, popping to a handstand and moving to a ‘standing’ straddle of Kylie’s partner. Targets acquired, Daniel drops out of her upside-down verticality into a double knee-drop to Jasmine’s gurls, CRUSHING the breasts under her bony balls.
Washington groans deeply and for both ONE…and TWO…she tries to shove Daniel off before finally succeeding, rocking to her side and throwing Daniel just before the three-count!
Jasmine pushes to all fours and crawls toward her corner as if looking for a tag from Chill, but Kylie’s preoccupied, having intercepted Braddock before the teenage blonde could wobble back to safe territory. Grabbing Kat by a wrist, Sanders sends the rookie sprinting down the length of the ring and CLANGING shoulder-first into the steel ring steps, Braddock upsetting the stairs such is the force of her collision.
Inside the squared circle, Daniel moves alongside the retreating Jasmine and stomps on her foe’s flattened right hand. Wash howls in pain as she rises to her haunches, cradling it close.
Grinning from ear to ear, Chrissy takes off for the ropes and roars out of the rebound toward her target. Daniel lifts a knee toward J-Dogg’s right temple as she barrels toward the African-American grappler. Washington manages to pull her head out of the way and sweep the blonde fireplug past with a shove. Caught off-guard, Daniel flies through the ropes between top and middle CRASHING awkwardly to the thinly-padded floor.
It takes Jasmine but a split-second to force her way to vertical and engage the official, falling into his arms and spinning him away from the ejected Imp while doing so.
Having already left Braddock an aching wreck next to the steel steps, the Platinum Pixie is upon her long-time rival in an instant. She tugs the already dazed Beach Cat to her feet, dips and scoops Chrissy across her shoulders in a fireman’s carry. With the FAWNatics desperate to make the ref aware of Sanders’ shenanigans, things get very Chilly for the Imp as Kylie SPLATS Chrissy to the floor with a Chilly Valley Driver.
Chilly Valley Driver (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PZmoqlLjbBc ).
Left ruined by FAWN’s Most Hated after the sickening impact on the unforgiving arena floor, Chrissy is a ragdoll in Sanders’ arms. Kylie struggles to get the short but curvy Imp off the cement. Ky leans her flaccid foe against the apron and, with Jasmine keeping the zebra busy, Kylie stuffs Chrissy back in under the bottom rope, Daniel rolling to a stop a few feet from J-Dogg’s feet and a well-placed set of buckles.
After thanking the official for his kind attention, Jasmine steps on the plush tummy of Daniel on her way to the corner. She ascends neatly and turns to face her target. Leaping toward the splayed Imp, J-Dogg lets her purportedly unrivalled ass lead the way on the descent and the pear-shaped pulchritude POUNDS into Daniel’s midriff, gutting the Achilles’ abdomen of the Californian.
Chrissy’s eyes nearly bulge out of their sockets after being blasted by Jazzy’s Jumping Ass Bomb, the ash blonde jackknifing under the bootylicious blow from the Badass.
Jasmine rises from her moaning perch, the official wondering why she hasn’t gone for the pre-made pin. Instead, Wash pulls what’s left of Chrissy to her feet. She dips her head between the weak-kneed lower limbs of the future FAWN Hall of Famer and lifts Daniel off the deck, the curvy blonde draping down the back of J-Dogg, crown of her skull pointed to the deck.
“You down with ABD?” Washington shouts.
“Yeah you know me,” Kylie hollers in return.
Holding Chrissy in place with arms wrapping around the pits of the Imp’s knees, Jasmine drops to her knees and blows up the Beach Cat with her butt-tastic Ass Backwards Driver
Ass Backwards Driver (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=slN0_8QaRuI )
Chrissy spreads into an unconscious sprawl and Jasmine takes her time in taking the perfect seat on Daniel’s face, J-Dogg’s backside swallowing up Chrissy’s features in a reverse face sit. Washington’s shins press down on Daniel’s biceps and Jasmine leans forward to flatten her palms atop Daniel’s D cups for the…
ONE…
TWO…
THREEE!
Kylie takes a glance down the ring apron and, seeing Kat seated but still stunned, she detours from her ring entry to party with the victor. Instead, she strides to the teenager who’d destroyed her at All Hallows Evil. She sinks her nails into Braddock’s golden mop, drags the newbie to her feet and throws her into the ring, quickly following behind.
Jasmine, having dismounted from Chrissy’s greasy, sleepy features, tugs Kat vertical this time and turns the staggering Braddock to the rising Kylie. She shoves the rookie toward Sanders who ducks and accepts Kat across her shoulders in a fireman’s carry.
It takes but a half-second for Kylie to pass sentence on The Brat, knocking her into next week with a trip to Chilly Valley. Left demolished and side by side, Chrissy and Kat snooze like little blonde bedmates under the glory of Hot&Bothered.
Ky raises Jasmine’s arm high in triumph as the ring announcer makes it official.
“Your winner by pinfall, Jasmine Washington!”
J-Dogg plants her boot sole on Chrissy’s chest and Kylie does the same to Braddock.
“Don’t think we’re done with these bytches yet,” Kylie shouts. “Little Miss Muffet earned a lot more than what she ate tonight.”