Post by dsb on Jan 22, 2019 0:06:22 GMT
With word that the Powers That Be were not looking kindly on the lightweight champion’s DQ escape at Cold November Pain, the FAWNatics were highly energized to see Chloe Fields get a righteous second opportunity at the Dubai Diva. When word came from the front office it would instead be her Upstart partner, the Party Girl, the good vibe only increased, Katya with an opportunity to be sub-125 queen for the first time after saving Strawberry from a dubious post-match fate.
The buzz from the crowd is at a fever pitch and the excitement only grows when the familiar sound of a Russian conversation chats up the amped audience and the unforgettable club groove krushes the house. The crowd hops to its feet for Snap’s The Power and for the arrival of the exotic, little party animal the song precursored. The ovation is huge when Katya pops out from behind the curtains, the tawny-skinned Upstart bumping and grinding to the beat. ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=z33tH-JdPDg ) but it doubles when Chloe joins the challenger’s party.
Katya Michalka
Chloe Fields
Ready to celebrate like there’s no tomorrow and bring the title back to Clan Upstart, the Ukrainian beauty bounds down the aisle alongside Fields, Chloe grasping Katya’s paw with one hand and Straw Beary’s with the other.
Straw Beary
The partners break midway to their destination and slap hands on either side, the duo stopping for an impromptu bump-n-grind with a lucky few.
The crowd enthusiastically swivels their much wider hips along with the Upstarts. The Eastern European booty-shaking beauty reaches the ring and hops to the canvas with Fields, both women turning and facing the throng before entering. They boogie down with the FAWNatics.
The dark-haired vixens sweep and dive, twist and shake. Moving to the music, Katya bangs her head and twirls her hips in a hot pink cropped tee, neon blue hot pants with white ankle boots and rainbow-colored legwarmers up to mid-thigh. The bawdy, gaudy wardrobe is completed with a multi-colored assortment of ‘kandi’ bracelets on each forearm shifting up and down, collecting at her wrists in a pile before the next spin sends them off on another trip halfway to her elbow.
Her fellow Upstart is dressed in her battle gear, just in case, namely a pink and black ruffled two-piece with mini-skirt bottoms. Pink boots and pads seal the deal.
Kat pulls a few neon-colored glowsticks from her ‘warmers’ and sends them flying into the excited crowd then both women lean against the top rope and simultaneously backflip their way into the ring with a graceful ease.
The twosome pop and lock their way to a corner, having one last bit of fun with the fans before readying for the business, Michalka’s groove fading, replaced with the ring announcer.
“Tonight’s next contest is scheduled for one fall, has a time limit of 30 minutes, and is for the FAWN Lightweight Championship.”
The crowd roars in unison as Kat and Chloe are in mid-conversation, peeking up at the stage, anticipating the arrival of the champ and her enforcer.
“First,” the announcer continues, “standing 5 feet 3 inches tall and weighing in at 120 pounds from Kiev, Ukraine, she is FAWN’s raver extraordinaire…she is KATYA MICHALKA.”
After another roar from the crowd, all attention transfers away from the ring and to the impending presence of the REAL Oil Baroness.
They didn’t have to wait long, the announcer raising the microphone to his lips once more.
“And next she hails 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!
ALL OF THE LIGHTS!
Every light in the building snapped off, all save five pure-white spotlights which roved separately across the auditorium and converged on a point at the top of the stage. Into that glowing pool stepped a vision in grey and gold. Zoe Scott took a second to get the cameraman’s attention and direct his lens firmly in the direction of the Lightweight Championship belt strapped firmly around her waist. She raised both hands, popping them open just as the beat of her anthem kicked in and signaling every light to strobe back on wildly.
ZOE SCOTT
Apparently the champion was intending to make a statement tonight, her trademark grey Calvin Klein-style sports bra and bottoms both proudly bearing the word ‘GREATEST’ instead of the initials that usually took that spot. As always her outfit was cut low and tight, exposing acres of honey-tanned cleavage and flank, while golden pads adorned her knees and elbows. Gucci branding was prominent all over the flashy shades she wore, and she had plucked a pair of ‘OFF WHITE’ branded sneakers from her high-priced collection.
Swaggering her way to the ring, Scott ascended the steps and stopped briefly on the apron, taking in her public for the first time. She removed those shades to do so, holding them out to the darkness until a hand reached out to take them. As the lights finally returned to normal the figure of Isobel Lamont was revealed, the Fixer accompanying her boss as always to calmly take those shades and expensive-looking handbag to a chair nearby. Having reached her seat she spared a brief but extremely meaningful smile in the direction of Chloe Fields, a subtle reminder of the not-so-subtle way in which the big blonde had battered Strawberry last time around.
ISOBEL LAMONT
Scott paid not the slightest bit of attention to any of this at ringside, instead striding forwards in the direction of the Pretty Rave Girl. Katya stepped forwards herself in anticipation, and the fight would have kicked off right then and there if tonight’s referee Nick Castle hadn’t bustled between them. “Step back ladies!” he demanded, but Zoe paid no attention to this either, shoving back at him while her eyes bore into the other brunette’s.
“You nasty little backstreet thug!” she hissed. “How dare you launch an unprovoked attack against the greatest champion in the history of FAWN! My legal team suggested that I sue you for millions in damages, but I told them I’d only ruin you financially once I’d already broken you in the ring. Now come here and UNGHH!”
Engrossed in her rant, the Diva failed to see Michalka’s big overhand slap until it struck her square in the face. Zoe reeled away, clutching her cheek in shock which quickly transformed into pure fury. She opened her mouth again but Katya beat her to it.
“Oh shut up!” the party girl snapped, cheered on by the whoops of her partner and the thousands of FAWNatics around her. “Everyone knows you would have tapped out if that big mean girl hadn’t bailed you out. It really should be Chloe in here taking the title off you, but we’ll just both have a party when I win and WHOOAH TOO SLOW!”
Everybody in the arena could see that Scott was going to attempt a retaliatory slap at the Ukrainian, and Katya was far too experienced to not see it coming. She swayed smoothly away from the vengeful Oil Baroness’ swing, allowing her to fly wildly off balance before snugging in behind her. Hooking around the champion’s waist, Michalka braced her legs and lifted, the Champion dragged along for a textbook German Suplex which dumped her on the back of her shoulders and sent her tumbling further, coming to rest in an awkward lean against the ropes.
Clambering to her feet, Katya popped what would almost certainly be the first of many dance moves of the night. This one was a shimmying pirouette which showed off all of the lithe body, finishing with that pert little derriere pointed squarely in the direction of the Diva. At ringside, Chloe burst into giggling applause, echoed by the Upstart Nation throughout the arena. Already it looked like Zoe was furious, but she managed to bite down that anger long enough to scramble to her feet and charge forwards, hoping to catch the challenger unawares.
Alive to the danger, Katya whirled around again, arms up ready to ward off whatever the Diva tried. And that ended up costing her, the champion staying low and thumping a low tackle into Ukrainian midriff. She bulled forwards, carrying the Pretty Rave Girl with her, then bent forwards and lifted up. The Northern Lights Suplex was executed just as perfectly as Michalka’s German had been, earning a few grudging claps which swiftly gave way when Scott bridged up on her tiptoes and held the struggling brunette down for an early…
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TW…
Popping her hips, Katya busted loose, much too experienced to go down that easily. In fact she went one better, reaching her feet while Scott was still clambering to her knees and diving over the champion while snagging a grip on her waist. The Oklahoma Roll turned the tables perfectly on Zoe, going from a potential pin to having her shoulders on the canvas in seconds, kicking her legs vainly as Castle dropped to count…
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TWO
Zoe burst power through her core and kicked her way free, reaching out as soon as she did so and snatching a big handful of Upstart hair. She used this to drag the smaller woman to her feet, reaching down and lifting her up as high as she could. Michalka hung in the air for a second then dropped, her fall punctuated by the Oil Baroness’ posted knee which splits her wickets and thumped perfectly between her legs.
Inverted Atomic Drop (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3raN286mFfs ) @ 00:09
Suddenly all the sense of fun was sucked from the crowd, replaced with sympathetic ‘ooo’s. Katya’s mouth was making a similar shape, her eyes shocked. By contrast Scott’s lips were a full on sneer, the smile growing further as she snatched one of the Raver’s arms and used it to hold her in place for a big forearm smash to knock her off that painful perch.
Tumbling to her side, Michalka was forced to split her time between using one hand to massage at the fire in her nethers while trying to yank the other free from the jetsetter’s grip. Neither action was particularly successful, Katya abandoning her soothing attempts and letting out a yelp when Scott stepped over her body and spun around to twist up that captured wing.
“What did you seriously think was going to happen in this match?” Zoe sneered down at the trapped Upstart.
Katya opened her mouth to respond and had it swiftly shut for her, the heiress jabbing the sole of her expensive trainer into Katya’s pretty features and drrrrrraaaaaaging that rough rubber over the tender flesh.
“I’m the greatest lightweight champion in history and you’re the biggest loser in team loser.”
Again Katya opened her mouth to defend herself and again she was denied. This time the Champion flipped her on her face before stepping over, still in possession of that twisted-up arm. Kneeling down she reefed back, pulling the shoulder up and back at a nasty angle while kneeling square on the back of Michalka’s noggin. “Why don’t you just give up, loser girl?” Zoe snarled.
Kneeling Armbar
youtu.be/13HDg-xpJFk
Castle asks a bit more politely if the Ukrainian wants to give up her shot at the title. Katya shakes her head emphatically, which only causes Scott to push her bony cap harder into the base of the Raver’s skull.
“Not going to be much partying tonight,” Zoe informs.
Grimacing in pain, Katya digs her free fingers into the canvas and manages to pivot her body around the point at which the Best Thing Ever is pinning her to the deck. After an agonizing dozen seconds, Michalka lays an ankle over the bottom rope and squeals for a break, Chloe chipping in with a simultaneous demand for her fellow Upstart’s freedom.
Nick begins his count promptly and the sneering title holder, never appreciating anyone who tells her what to do, releases at FOUR with a scowl. She turns on Castle with a balled right fist and throws it halfway toward his jaw, making the ref flinch, which pleases the Oil Baroness no end.
Using the cables, Katya pulls to vertical, facing the concerned FAWNatics. The crowd lets her know of the champ’s approach from behind and the Party Girl delivers a blind mule kick as Zoe is closing in with a raised double axhandle. Gutted by the boot, Scott doubles at the waist, a large exhale escaping her lips, dark eyes bugging.
Stretching the rules, a spinning Katya grabs Zoe’s mane with both hands and drops to her derriere, RIPPING the champ off her feet and PLANTING her flawless features into the thinly-covered plywood with a sit-out facebuster.
Sit-out facebuster (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=E1JAkNMRM3M )
Michalka rolls the stunned Zoe to her back, the Dubai Diva lying between her extended stems. But instead of going for a pin, Katya leaps to her feet and moves to a stance next to the splayed brunette. She vaults into the air and lands a leg drop across Scott’s throat then speedily snaps through a couple more at warp speed, Zoe spasming after each. Katya adds her own party twist after the trifecta, doing the spinnerooni to make vertical and adding a final elbow drop to the cleft of Zoe’s considerable bosom for good measure, finishing her signature ‘Break It Down’ combo and sealing the win with a crossbody pin for the…
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TWO…
Zoe shoves the Ukrainian off, the Rave Queen ending on her knees next to Scott, Zoe rolling away from the challenger.
“Kick that meanie’s booty,” Fields implores her fellow Upstart. She brings Straw Beary to her ear, the pink plush bear providing his insight. Chloe nods. “HARD!” she adds unequivocally.
Michalka smiles as she rises. The gaudily-attired Katya turns to find the Oil Baroness on all fours, crawling toward her corner and the nearby Fixer. Katya gives chase and snatches an ankle before the heiress can make her escape to the outside. Zoe reaches a hand toward her blonde assistant and Isobel clasps in return, locking palms and pulling Scott toward her. Katya tugs the captured leg of the champ toward the middle, the lightweight champion becoming the rope in a tug-of-war.
Her limbs pulled like the world’s most expensive taffy, it’s safe to say Zoe is not amused, complaining loudly and bitterly for Bel to get her out, but the Rave Queen shows some Ukrainian bulldog in her and the battle is on, Scott yelping in pain as her ligaments get tested in both directions.
Realizing it’s a losing battle, Katya cheekily releases, allowing Lamont to yank the champ through the strands much harder and faster than she intended. The brunette is pulled into the big blonde’s lap as the Best Thing Ever and her employee end in a tangled jumble of pulchritude, much to the enjoyment of the snickering fans and a giggling Strawberry.
A furious Scott pushes away from the busty wreckage of her Fixer, shouting at Lamont for making herself look like a fool and nearly doing the same to the champion. Isobel dusts off, straightening her battle gear as she rises, swallowing hard as she takes the verbal abuse. In the ring, Katya is on the move. The Party Girl sprints at the duo, leaping between the top and middle ropes feet first but grabbing the uppermost cable and swinging through a u-turn back into the squared circle.
Both Lamont and Scott, having cowered from the oncoming party only to find it cancelled, stare up at the hopping, clapping Katya, Isobel with a cold stare and Zoe steaming. Scott pushes away from the Fixer, throwing her body under the bottom rope and popping to her feet only to EAT a spinning Tornado Kick from the Rave Queen.
Tornado Kick (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sf5q3noCaqY )
The boot BANGS off Zoe’s left temple and she timbers like an oak tree, board straight, to a hip and shoulder. Michalka quickly snatches a wrist and drags the lightweight champion to center stage to prevent another battle for possession of the champ’s battered body. Once there, she leaves the motionless Zoe on her back and climbs the corner farthest from her foe’s Fixer, Chloe and Straw cheering on their compatriot.
Reaching the top buckle, Michalka turns to face her target, measuring the still horizontal Scott. Katya leaps from her perch and flattens the brunette wafer-thin with her Kiev Krusher Ghetto Stomp.
Kiev Krusher (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XWw-_BO-kLI )
With her boot soles perhaps leaving an imprint on the heiress from the force with which they are driven into Zoe, Katya leaps from her stance atop the groaning champ and CRASHES atop her in a senton across Zoe’s tummy. Reaching back, Katya hooks her foe’s far leg for Castle’s…
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TWO…
THRNOOO!
Zoe shoves the exotic Party Girl off, Katya ending on her backside next to the diva. The Ukrainian runs both sets of fingers through her dark locks in frustration and disbelief she hadn’t finally reached the top of the sub-125 ladder. Katya glances up at Castle who holds two fingers aloft. Michalka’s chin droops until a supportive Chloe urges her partner to keep the fight coming to the bratty Oil Baroness.
The brunette grabs a wrist and shoulder of her foe and ‘helps’ Zoe to her feet. She aims the champ at the far buckles.
“Everybody ready for a House Party?!”
The FAWNatics respond with an enthusiastic affirmative.
Katya whips Zoe toward the distant corner. Or that’s the plan until Scott latches onto the Party Girl, plants her feet, and reverses the toss, sending Katya racing across the deck with the Irish Whip. The Rave Queen turns into an explosive collision between corner and spine and stumbles drunkenly out toward the charging champ, Zoe LEVELLING Katya with a ‘Showstopping’ palm heel strike right between the eyes of the Ukrainian.
Groans around the arena as their party comes to a sudden halt much earlier than planned. Nobody seems more disappointed than a certain Strawberry and her bear at ringside, Chloe’s hands on her head and turning away in frustration, something which doesn’t escape the champion’s attention.
“Are you really that surprised, little girl?” Zoe snarls over at the other brunette. “This idiot is even more of a loser than you are.” Chloe looks like she’s ready with a comeback but decides not to feed the champion’s ego, instead slapping the ring apron in a supportive rhythm quickly picked up by the rest of the Upstart Nation. Katya responds to the encouragement, blinking away a few cobwebs, but she’s not able to clear her head fast enough to prevent Scott from taking advantage.
Kneeling over the prone Raver, Zoe leans down and swings a big open-palmed SLAPPP into her unprotected face. The blow actually helps to clear Michalka’s eyes, but as she brings one arm up to defend herself she plays right into the Oil Baroness’s hands, Scott grasping that arm and hauling it out straight. She stands up, tugging the hurt Upstart over onto her front, then bends and shuffles her feet until one trainer is resting on wrist and the other on Katya’s twisted elbow joint.
Standing to her full height with the Ukrainian’s arm pinned beneath her feet, Scott took a moment to spread her arms wide. “I’M THE GREATEST!” she yelled, smile only growing wider at the screams of denial from the FAWNatics around her. Glancing back down at her prey the Diva lifted one expensive trainer up and quickly stomped down, her heel slamming into Michalka’s fingers. Katya yelped, then groaned when the other foot stomped down, this time on her elbow joint. The challenger’s frantic wiggles were enough to convince Scott that she couldn’t hold her there much longer but that seemed to be fine, the Jetsetter, hopping off both feet and folding them up beneath her so that her bony knee joints dropped down into that pinioned limb.
Somersaulting neatly away from the impact, Zoe turns back in time to see her victim now sitting up and cradling at that hurt arm. Michalka is allowed a second to tend to her hurts but no more, the champ storming back in with a stiff kick to her spine, and then grabbing two handfuls of chestnut locks to haul the hurt Upstart to her feet. Zoe brings one knee up and stuffs it into the challenger’s breadbasket, then hooks a front facelock which swiftly transitions into a double underhook.
Displaying her often-underestimated strength the Oil Baroness lifts up, dragging Michalka along and then dumping the Party Girl over onto her shoulders. The impact on top of that worked-over arm is already anough to have Katya hurting but there’s no letup, Zoe showing off all her technical skills to keep hold of the butterfly lock and roll back to her feet. Katya has nowhere to go, lifted again and dumped onto those hurting shoulders. And still she’s given no respite, Scott spinning round and trapping that hurt arm again between her legs before dropping to her back.
Butterfly Suplexes into Cross Armbreaker
www.youtube.com/watch?v=dOlJdbJCXFE
Already dazed by that pair of painful throws, Katya’s brain knows only that she has to prevent that arm being isolated again if she has any chance of staying in the matchup. She scrabbles desperately, ignoring he hurt in her shoulder to reach up and clasp her hands together, those locked fingers preventing the champ from locking in the hold. Zoe growls, apparently annoyed that there’s still any fight left in the challenger, and bridges back to put as much weight as possible behind her attempt to isolate the arm.
For a few seconds it looks like a stalemate, Katya not quite having the power to free herself but able to prevent Scott form getting the leverage to sink her hold in. The deadlock is broken when the Diva lifts one foot up and slams it wildly back down again, thumping a wild but reasonably effective stomp into Ukrainian sternum. Two more wild stomps are enough to convince Katya that she can’t keep this going for much longer, but she spots another way out, rolling towards her tormentor and scrabbling back to her knees. Surprised, Zoe finds herself suddenly stacked up, her own hold keeping her shoulders in place on the matt as Castle drops to count
ONE
TWO
With a snarl of frustration Scott releases her armbreaker attempt and pops her hips, rolling backwards to avoid the pin and grudgingly release Katya from her clutches. The Pretty Rave Girl rolls away, clearly wanting a bit of time to tend to that hurting wing, while Zoe rises to her feet ready to exact more hurting. She storms forward ready to do just that, but it’s clear that Michalka isn’t quite as hurt as she might seem, showing veteran experience to sin and tangle her legs with the Champions’. Caught unawares, Scott tumbles into an embarrassing faceplant, pushing up and checking her nose for blood while Katya scrambles to her feet.
Two quick steps are enough to get the Ukranian back in range and then she leaps off her feet, turning through a graceful somersaukt. She splasheds down with her tailbone landing squarely in the small of the Diva’s back, slamming her torso and face back down into the canvas again and eliciting a yell of pain and fur from the champion. Scott presses up and is on her feet again in an instant, whirling around to extract vengeance. But in her haste she’s lost track of her challenger, Katya dashing off to the side and returning into another forwards roll, this time with one leg extended. That flying boot clunk’s into the side of Scott’s scull and sends her lurching sideways, ending on her knees.
Urged on by Chloe, Strawbeary and the rest of the Upstart Nation, Katya pops back to her feet with adrenaline coursing in every vein. Under normal circumstances she might have busted out another move, but those loser comments from the champion had started to sting and she was determined to prove her wrong. With that in mind she retreats to the nearest corner and waits until Scott had lifted her head just a little more before flying back in. Once again the Raver leaves her feet, this time spinning through a blurringly fast corkscrew with one boot outstretched. That toe crunched into the Oil Baroness’ temple with devastating speed, Zoe spinning bonelessly away from the impact.
Cheers became roars, the Pretty Rave Girl’s burst of high-energy offence driving her fans into a frenzy. Again Katya popped to her feet, giving a little shimmy of her hips before turning to refocus on the devastated champ. She dashed over, scrabbling to pull the Diva over to her back for a pin, and was instead left clutching empty air as Scott somehow showed enough survival instinct to keep on rolling right out under the ring ropes and into the waiting arms of Isobel Lamont.
A frustrated Michalka, having scrambled after the departing Scott on hands and knees, uses the ropes to climb to her feet, and slaps the top rope with the hand on the arm not still throbbing from Zoe’s earlier focus. With the big blonde’s eyes on her, the Ukrainian knows she can’t afford to head outside to try and steal the champ from her curvy Fixer.
So as Isobel places her employer down on the floor, providing her body as a place to lean for the lightweight queen, Katya begins to pop and lock to music only she can hear. Caught up, Chloe grabs Straw and starts to do the same. The FAWNatics roar their approval, appreciative of the Upstarts putting on a show while Zoe decides whether she has the guts to get back in the ring.
Regaining her bearings, Scott turns to the crowd, Bel covering her back, and screams at the crowd to shut their mouths; that the dimwit in the ring is making a mockery of a title match, more importantly her title match. Michalka transitions into a smooth bump-n-grind and Fields playfully covers Straw’s eyes to prevent the bear from getting too excited.
The Oil Baroness turns to Michalka.
“Stop that bullshit! Now!”
Katya motions the champ in the ring then shakes her moneymaker when the offer doesn’t receive an immediate response.
Scott moves to the mat’s edge and slams both palms down then motions for Katya to move back. The Rave Queen moonwalks to the other side of the ring and again bids Zoe entry.
Carefully, the Best Thing Ever climbs to the apron and slips one leg through, then torso, then trailing leg. Safely in, Zoe steps directly toward Katya and the Upstart does likewise. Each reach toward the other for a collar-and-elbow but just before contact, each send a toe kick into the other’s tummy, each brunette gutted simultaneously.
Both women double over with a groan, each staring at the other as they try to regain their breath. Zoe moves first, reaching with both hands for the hair of her challenger. An already bent Katya goes for the more direct approach, using her lowered shoulder to charge the Dubai Diva, ramming the joint into the trim belly of the champion.
An audible grunt escapes Zoe’s lips as Michalka tackles the brat with her good shoulder, then lifts and carries her foe to a neutral corner where Katya SLAMS the spine of the Baroness into the buckles. The Party Girl withdraws from the doubled Scott only to THRUST the shoulder in again and again, folding Zoe deep between the top and middle buckles. Scott’s dark eyes bulge with each invasion, bursting exhales escaping previously puckered lips.
Finally, the Upstart removes her impaling joint for good and the breathless Baroness plops to the mat gassed and gasping, tawny stems extended in front of her in a slight ‘V’ formation.
A gleam gathers in Katya’s eyes and she jogs to the opposite buckles. Reaching her ‘starting blocks’, the Ukrainian turns and faces the champ, the crowd ready to get it on with a little House Party.
Michalka zooms forward but pulls up short of her target and taps a slight stomp into the abundant chest of the seated brunette. Moving back and forth with the beat provided by the applauding audience, Katya sends boot ‘love taps’ into Zoe’s bosom.
Reaching five, the Rave Queen spins through a flawless 360, points to the far rafters, then drops to a set of splits, the front boot RAMMING into the crotch of the Dubai Diva.
House Party (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=f0Nhu5yNXwU )
Zoe’s face is instantly etched in pain, hands flying to her privates while a delighted Katya pops to her feet and revels in the cheers from the crowd.
Getting back to work, Katya snatches an ankle and pulls Zoe to the middle then covers with a lateral press for the…
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TWO…
The stubborn Scott throws up a shoulder, the blade far enough removed from three Michalka doesn’t consider complaining. Instead Katya rips the flagging champ up alongside her as she rises. Side by side, both facing toward a worried Lamont, Katya sweeps an arm behind and around Zoe’s waist, ducking her head under Scott’s near shoulder, setting up for her signature Sugar Rush.
Sugar Rush (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PFpQaOEcnZk )
The Party Girl easily ejects the Best Thing Ever off the canvas to start her destruction, but Zoe has the presence to add a little ‘oomph’ of her own and the Upstart loses control of her foe, Zoe backflipping to land on her feet behind the challenger. Scott ‘absently’ throws an elbow out on landing, cracking it into the chin of the startled ref. He spins in a 180 down to a knee, hand to his jaw, as the Diva shoves an anxious Katya from behind. Michalka stumbles forward to the ropes, only to find Isobel standing immediately on the other side, the big blonde NAILING the Rave Queen with a right forearm, bringing it all the way from Houston.
Katya’s body follows a violent head-whip away from the impact, the brunette staggering drunkenly toward the waiting Zoe who guts the Upstart with a toe kick to the tummy. Frozen yet pliant, Katya can’t resist as Scott moves beside her, pointed in the opposite direction. The Dubai Diva wraps her near arm around the back of Michalka’s midriff, lifts her near leg and THROWS it back to provide the momentum to RIP Katya off her feet and PLANT the Ukrainian to the deck with her ferocious De-lister.
De-lister (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9eG8CZ8lIJU )
The demolished Katya ends stacked on her shoulders, ass pointed to the rafters, her own legs bracketing her noggin. Zoe drapes her near leg over that of the challenger to finish the successful defense with the…
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TWO…
THRNOOO!
The Party Girl keeps hope alive for Upstart Nation as she flops to the side, raising one shoulder off the canvas in the nick of time. A furious Zoe, quickly on her knees next to the demolished Michalka, stares lasers at the official, but turns her attention back to what’s left of the Ukrainian.
She pulls the ragdolled Katya to her feet and slips behind her. The champ dips and sticks her head between the quaking stems of the challenger, Scott wrapping her arms around each lower limb then lifting Michalka into Electric Chair position.
From the sidelines, Chloe and Straw Beary plead with Katya to escape but there is none, Zoe moving an arm around the back of Katya’s cranium and sitting out, SPIKING the back of the Rave Queen’s skull into the canvas. The party over with the her ‘Blessing’.
Blessing (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=P821--9CWZo )
For a moment, the momentum of the impact places Michalka in a seated position, but the unconscious challenger soon melts to her back, out cold. The pin is a formality as Zoe climbs aboard in a full body pin, palms pressing down on Katya’s bosom for the…
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TWO…
THREEEE!
A satisfied Scott remains in her dominant position, gloating as the crowd’s audible anger replaces the previously silent victory. An obedient Isobel takes the lightweight belt from the timekeeper’s table, ascends the steps, and enters the ring as the Oil Baroness pushes off the shell of the Party Girl.
Lamont helps Zoe to her feet, the champ accepting her belt in the process, and Scott plants a boot sole on Katya’s gulping olive-skinned tummy for her Gladiatrix money shot, shooing Isobel out of lens shot for her rightful singular glory.
Scott straps the gold around her waist and moves to a corner, elevating to the top to stuff the victory in the faces of the great unwashed. Lamont loiters below her boss, pricking to attention when Chloe brings Straw Beary into the ring to check on their ruined teammate. When it’s clear Fields and her bear only have eyes for Katya, the tension recedes in the buxom blonde. The opposite is the case when Scott sees Chloe kneeling over the loser.
Face twisting in anger, the heiress points furiously at Fields and her pink plushie and runs a thumb across her throat. Isobel nods, approaching stealthily from behind as Strawberry taps at Katya’s cheek with little effect. Belmont sinks her talons into Chloe’s ubiquitous ponytail and RIPS the startled Fields to her feet, Chloe dropping Beary at the snoozing Katya’s side.
Isobel turns Chloe into a delving toe kick to the midriff and with the Upstart stunned, captures Fields in double underhooks. Lamont launches the slender brunette like she’s lifting a feather, turns Chloe head down at her zenith and drops the challenger directly on her skull with her signature Bellringer.
Bellringer (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qnYuqZbEoXY ).
The impact leaves Chloe a shuddering wreck at Zoe’s feet and Scott puts her boot stamp on the barely stirring Fields. Isobel rises, flips a few flaxen strands back into place and stands next to the lightweight champion.
Scott sneers at the blasted brunette when a flash of pink catches her eye. Zoe scoops up Straw Beary and holds him high, the crowd immediately picking up on the threat. The Oil Baroness offers the Fixer the legs of Beary and she takes one in each hand. Zoe wraps her palms around Straw’s neck, the FAWNatics groaning in worry as the levelled Upstarts are oblivious.
A makeshift tug-of-war starts with Straw as the rope between Zoe and Lamont.
“Harder,” Scott demands when it seems Isobel isn’t going for the jugular.
The end comes suddenly when Beary’s body gives under the pressure, his head ending with the Baroness, torso and limbs with the Fixer. Laughing uproariously, Zoe tosses the severed head of the bear into the third row then snatches the rest of Beary from the blonde, uses his plush carcass to absorb some of the glistening perspiration from several locations, including under both arms, and tosses the remains into the crowd.
The delighted champion seems only sorry Chloe and Katya aren’t in shape to understand what she’s done, but that’s what YouTube is for and they could watch it again and again.
Handed a microphone by the Fixer, Zoe turns to the nearest lens and raises her voice over the chorus of boos.
“I’ve ended both these pathetic losers. Katya by force. And with that pink piece of crap in ‘stuffed animal’ hell, Chloe here will be heading back to Mommy’s a broken woman, never to be seen again.”
Zoe glances around the arena with pride.
“You’re welcome.”
The buzz from the crowd is at a fever pitch and the excitement only grows when the familiar sound of a Russian conversation chats up the amped audience and the unforgettable club groove krushes the house. The crowd hops to its feet for Snap’s The Power and for the arrival of the exotic, little party animal the song precursored. The ovation is huge when Katya pops out from behind the curtains, the tawny-skinned Upstart bumping and grinding to the beat. ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=z33tH-JdPDg ) but it doubles when Chloe joins the challenger’s party.
Katya Michalka
Chloe Fields
Ready to celebrate like there’s no tomorrow and bring the title back to Clan Upstart, the Ukrainian beauty bounds down the aisle alongside Fields, Chloe grasping Katya’s paw with one hand and Straw Beary’s with the other.
Straw Beary
The partners break midway to their destination and slap hands on either side, the duo stopping for an impromptu bump-n-grind with a lucky few.
The crowd enthusiastically swivels their much wider hips along with the Upstarts. The Eastern European booty-shaking beauty reaches the ring and hops to the canvas with Fields, both women turning and facing the throng before entering. They boogie down with the FAWNatics.
The dark-haired vixens sweep and dive, twist and shake. Moving to the music, Katya bangs her head and twirls her hips in a hot pink cropped tee, neon blue hot pants with white ankle boots and rainbow-colored legwarmers up to mid-thigh. The bawdy, gaudy wardrobe is completed with a multi-colored assortment of ‘kandi’ bracelets on each forearm shifting up and down, collecting at her wrists in a pile before the next spin sends them off on another trip halfway to her elbow.
Her fellow Upstart is dressed in her battle gear, just in case, namely a pink and black ruffled two-piece with mini-skirt bottoms. Pink boots and pads seal the deal.
Kat pulls a few neon-colored glowsticks from her ‘warmers’ and sends them flying into the excited crowd then both women lean against the top rope and simultaneously backflip their way into the ring with a graceful ease.
The twosome pop and lock their way to a corner, having one last bit of fun with the fans before readying for the business, Michalka’s groove fading, replaced with the ring announcer.
“Tonight’s next contest is scheduled for one fall, has a time limit of 30 minutes, and is for the FAWN Lightweight Championship.”
The crowd roars in unison as Kat and Chloe are in mid-conversation, peeking up at the stage, anticipating the arrival of the champ and her enforcer.
“First,” the announcer continues, “standing 5 feet 3 inches tall and weighing in at 120 pounds from Kiev, Ukraine, she is FAWN’s raver extraordinaire…she is KATYA MICHALKA.”
After another roar from the crowd, all attention transfers away from the ring and to the impending presence of the REAL Oil Baroness.
They didn’t have to wait long, the announcer raising the microphone to his lips once more.
“And next she hails 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!
ALL OF THE LIGHTS!
Every light in the building snapped off, all save five pure-white spotlights which roved separately across the auditorium and converged on a point at the top of the stage. Into that glowing pool stepped a vision in grey and gold. Zoe Scott took a second to get the cameraman’s attention and direct his lens firmly in the direction of the Lightweight Championship belt strapped firmly around her waist. She raised both hands, popping them open just as the beat of her anthem kicked in and signaling every light to strobe back on wildly.
ZOE SCOTT
Apparently the champion was intending to make a statement tonight, her trademark grey Calvin Klein-style sports bra and bottoms both proudly bearing the word ‘GREATEST’ instead of the initials that usually took that spot. As always her outfit was cut low and tight, exposing acres of honey-tanned cleavage and flank, while golden pads adorned her knees and elbows. Gucci branding was prominent all over the flashy shades she wore, and she had plucked a pair of ‘OFF WHITE’ branded sneakers from her high-priced collection.
Swaggering her way to the ring, Scott ascended the steps and stopped briefly on the apron, taking in her public for the first time. She removed those shades to do so, holding them out to the darkness until a hand reached out to take them. As the lights finally returned to normal the figure of Isobel Lamont was revealed, the Fixer accompanying her boss as always to calmly take those shades and expensive-looking handbag to a chair nearby. Having reached her seat she spared a brief but extremely meaningful smile in the direction of Chloe Fields, a subtle reminder of the not-so-subtle way in which the big blonde had battered Strawberry last time around.
ISOBEL LAMONT
Scott paid not the slightest bit of attention to any of this at ringside, instead striding forwards in the direction of the Pretty Rave Girl. Katya stepped forwards herself in anticipation, and the fight would have kicked off right then and there if tonight’s referee Nick Castle hadn’t bustled between them. “Step back ladies!” he demanded, but Zoe paid no attention to this either, shoving back at him while her eyes bore into the other brunette’s.
“You nasty little backstreet thug!” she hissed. “How dare you launch an unprovoked attack against the greatest champion in the history of FAWN! My legal team suggested that I sue you for millions in damages, but I told them I’d only ruin you financially once I’d already broken you in the ring. Now come here and UNGHH!”
Engrossed in her rant, the Diva failed to see Michalka’s big overhand slap until it struck her square in the face. Zoe reeled away, clutching her cheek in shock which quickly transformed into pure fury. She opened her mouth again but Katya beat her to it.
“Oh shut up!” the party girl snapped, cheered on by the whoops of her partner and the thousands of FAWNatics around her. “Everyone knows you would have tapped out if that big mean girl hadn’t bailed you out. It really should be Chloe in here taking the title off you, but we’ll just both have a party when I win and WHOOAH TOO SLOW!”
Everybody in the arena could see that Scott was going to attempt a retaliatory slap at the Ukrainian, and Katya was far too experienced to not see it coming. She swayed smoothly away from the vengeful Oil Baroness’ swing, allowing her to fly wildly off balance before snugging in behind her. Hooking around the champion’s waist, Michalka braced her legs and lifted, the Champion dragged along for a textbook German Suplex which dumped her on the back of her shoulders and sent her tumbling further, coming to rest in an awkward lean against the ropes.
Clambering to her feet, Katya popped what would almost certainly be the first of many dance moves of the night. This one was a shimmying pirouette which showed off all of the lithe body, finishing with that pert little derriere pointed squarely in the direction of the Diva. At ringside, Chloe burst into giggling applause, echoed by the Upstart Nation throughout the arena. Already it looked like Zoe was furious, but she managed to bite down that anger long enough to scramble to her feet and charge forwards, hoping to catch the challenger unawares.
Alive to the danger, Katya whirled around again, arms up ready to ward off whatever the Diva tried. And that ended up costing her, the champion staying low and thumping a low tackle into Ukrainian midriff. She bulled forwards, carrying the Pretty Rave Girl with her, then bent forwards and lifted up. The Northern Lights Suplex was executed just as perfectly as Michalka’s German had been, earning a few grudging claps which swiftly gave way when Scott bridged up on her tiptoes and held the struggling brunette down for an early…
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Popping her hips, Katya busted loose, much too experienced to go down that easily. In fact she went one better, reaching her feet while Scott was still clambering to her knees and diving over the champion while snagging a grip on her waist. The Oklahoma Roll turned the tables perfectly on Zoe, going from a potential pin to having her shoulders on the canvas in seconds, kicking her legs vainly as Castle dropped to count…
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Zoe burst power through her core and kicked her way free, reaching out as soon as she did so and snatching a big handful of Upstart hair. She used this to drag the smaller woman to her feet, reaching down and lifting her up as high as she could. Michalka hung in the air for a second then dropped, her fall punctuated by the Oil Baroness’ posted knee which splits her wickets and thumped perfectly between her legs.
Inverted Atomic Drop (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3raN286mFfs ) @ 00:09
Suddenly all the sense of fun was sucked from the crowd, replaced with sympathetic ‘ooo’s. Katya’s mouth was making a similar shape, her eyes shocked. By contrast Scott’s lips were a full on sneer, the smile growing further as she snatched one of the Raver’s arms and used it to hold her in place for a big forearm smash to knock her off that painful perch.
Tumbling to her side, Michalka was forced to split her time between using one hand to massage at the fire in her nethers while trying to yank the other free from the jetsetter’s grip. Neither action was particularly successful, Katya abandoning her soothing attempts and letting out a yelp when Scott stepped over her body and spun around to twist up that captured wing.
“What did you seriously think was going to happen in this match?” Zoe sneered down at the trapped Upstart.
Katya opened her mouth to respond and had it swiftly shut for her, the heiress jabbing the sole of her expensive trainer into Katya’s pretty features and drrrrrraaaaaaging that rough rubber over the tender flesh.
“I’m the greatest lightweight champion in history and you’re the biggest loser in team loser.”
Again Katya opened her mouth to defend herself and again she was denied. This time the Champion flipped her on her face before stepping over, still in possession of that twisted-up arm. Kneeling down she reefed back, pulling the shoulder up and back at a nasty angle while kneeling square on the back of Michalka’s noggin. “Why don’t you just give up, loser girl?” Zoe snarled.
Kneeling Armbar
youtu.be/13HDg-xpJFk
Castle asks a bit more politely if the Ukrainian wants to give up her shot at the title. Katya shakes her head emphatically, which only causes Scott to push her bony cap harder into the base of the Raver’s skull.
“Not going to be much partying tonight,” Zoe informs.
Grimacing in pain, Katya digs her free fingers into the canvas and manages to pivot her body around the point at which the Best Thing Ever is pinning her to the deck. After an agonizing dozen seconds, Michalka lays an ankle over the bottom rope and squeals for a break, Chloe chipping in with a simultaneous demand for her fellow Upstart’s freedom.
Nick begins his count promptly and the sneering title holder, never appreciating anyone who tells her what to do, releases at FOUR with a scowl. She turns on Castle with a balled right fist and throws it halfway toward his jaw, making the ref flinch, which pleases the Oil Baroness no end.
Using the cables, Katya pulls to vertical, facing the concerned FAWNatics. The crowd lets her know of the champ’s approach from behind and the Party Girl delivers a blind mule kick as Zoe is closing in with a raised double axhandle. Gutted by the boot, Scott doubles at the waist, a large exhale escaping her lips, dark eyes bugging.
Stretching the rules, a spinning Katya grabs Zoe’s mane with both hands and drops to her derriere, RIPPING the champ off her feet and PLANTING her flawless features into the thinly-covered plywood with a sit-out facebuster.
Sit-out facebuster (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=E1JAkNMRM3M )
Michalka rolls the stunned Zoe to her back, the Dubai Diva lying between her extended stems. But instead of going for a pin, Katya leaps to her feet and moves to a stance next to the splayed brunette. She vaults into the air and lands a leg drop across Scott’s throat then speedily snaps through a couple more at warp speed, Zoe spasming after each. Katya adds her own party twist after the trifecta, doing the spinnerooni to make vertical and adding a final elbow drop to the cleft of Zoe’s considerable bosom for good measure, finishing her signature ‘Break It Down’ combo and sealing the win with a crossbody pin for the…
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Zoe shoves the Ukrainian off, the Rave Queen ending on her knees next to Scott, Zoe rolling away from the challenger.
“Kick that meanie’s booty,” Fields implores her fellow Upstart. She brings Straw Beary to her ear, the pink plush bear providing his insight. Chloe nods. “HARD!” she adds unequivocally.
Michalka smiles as she rises. The gaudily-attired Katya turns to find the Oil Baroness on all fours, crawling toward her corner and the nearby Fixer. Katya gives chase and snatches an ankle before the heiress can make her escape to the outside. Zoe reaches a hand toward her blonde assistant and Isobel clasps in return, locking palms and pulling Scott toward her. Katya tugs the captured leg of the champ toward the middle, the lightweight champion becoming the rope in a tug-of-war.
Her limbs pulled like the world’s most expensive taffy, it’s safe to say Zoe is not amused, complaining loudly and bitterly for Bel to get her out, but the Rave Queen shows some Ukrainian bulldog in her and the battle is on, Scott yelping in pain as her ligaments get tested in both directions.
Realizing it’s a losing battle, Katya cheekily releases, allowing Lamont to yank the champ through the strands much harder and faster than she intended. The brunette is pulled into the big blonde’s lap as the Best Thing Ever and her employee end in a tangled jumble of pulchritude, much to the enjoyment of the snickering fans and a giggling Strawberry.
A furious Scott pushes away from the busty wreckage of her Fixer, shouting at Lamont for making herself look like a fool and nearly doing the same to the champion. Isobel dusts off, straightening her battle gear as she rises, swallowing hard as she takes the verbal abuse. In the ring, Katya is on the move. The Party Girl sprints at the duo, leaping between the top and middle ropes feet first but grabbing the uppermost cable and swinging through a u-turn back into the squared circle.
Both Lamont and Scott, having cowered from the oncoming party only to find it cancelled, stare up at the hopping, clapping Katya, Isobel with a cold stare and Zoe steaming. Scott pushes away from the Fixer, throwing her body under the bottom rope and popping to her feet only to EAT a spinning Tornado Kick from the Rave Queen.
Tornado Kick (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sf5q3noCaqY )
The boot BANGS off Zoe’s left temple and she timbers like an oak tree, board straight, to a hip and shoulder. Michalka quickly snatches a wrist and drags the lightweight champion to center stage to prevent another battle for possession of the champ’s battered body. Once there, she leaves the motionless Zoe on her back and climbs the corner farthest from her foe’s Fixer, Chloe and Straw cheering on their compatriot.
Reaching the top buckle, Michalka turns to face her target, measuring the still horizontal Scott. Katya leaps from her perch and flattens the brunette wafer-thin with her Kiev Krusher Ghetto Stomp.
Kiev Krusher (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XWw-_BO-kLI )
With her boot soles perhaps leaving an imprint on the heiress from the force with which they are driven into Zoe, Katya leaps from her stance atop the groaning champ and CRASHES atop her in a senton across Zoe’s tummy. Reaching back, Katya hooks her foe’s far leg for Castle’s…
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THRNOOO!
Zoe shoves the exotic Party Girl off, Katya ending on her backside next to the diva. The Ukrainian runs both sets of fingers through her dark locks in frustration and disbelief she hadn’t finally reached the top of the sub-125 ladder. Katya glances up at Castle who holds two fingers aloft. Michalka’s chin droops until a supportive Chloe urges her partner to keep the fight coming to the bratty Oil Baroness.
The brunette grabs a wrist and shoulder of her foe and ‘helps’ Zoe to her feet. She aims the champ at the far buckles.
“Everybody ready for a House Party?!”
The FAWNatics respond with an enthusiastic affirmative.
Katya whips Zoe toward the distant corner. Or that’s the plan until Scott latches onto the Party Girl, plants her feet, and reverses the toss, sending Katya racing across the deck with the Irish Whip. The Rave Queen turns into an explosive collision between corner and spine and stumbles drunkenly out toward the charging champ, Zoe LEVELLING Katya with a ‘Showstopping’ palm heel strike right between the eyes of the Ukrainian.
Groans around the arena as their party comes to a sudden halt much earlier than planned. Nobody seems more disappointed than a certain Strawberry and her bear at ringside, Chloe’s hands on her head and turning away in frustration, something which doesn’t escape the champion’s attention.
“Are you really that surprised, little girl?” Zoe snarls over at the other brunette. “This idiot is even more of a loser than you are.” Chloe looks like she’s ready with a comeback but decides not to feed the champion’s ego, instead slapping the ring apron in a supportive rhythm quickly picked up by the rest of the Upstart Nation. Katya responds to the encouragement, blinking away a few cobwebs, but she’s not able to clear her head fast enough to prevent Scott from taking advantage.
Kneeling over the prone Raver, Zoe leans down and swings a big open-palmed SLAPPP into her unprotected face. The blow actually helps to clear Michalka’s eyes, but as she brings one arm up to defend herself she plays right into the Oil Baroness’s hands, Scott grasping that arm and hauling it out straight. She stands up, tugging the hurt Upstart over onto her front, then bends and shuffles her feet until one trainer is resting on wrist and the other on Katya’s twisted elbow joint.
Standing to her full height with the Ukrainian’s arm pinned beneath her feet, Scott took a moment to spread her arms wide. “I’M THE GREATEST!” she yelled, smile only growing wider at the screams of denial from the FAWNatics around her. Glancing back down at her prey the Diva lifted one expensive trainer up and quickly stomped down, her heel slamming into Michalka’s fingers. Katya yelped, then groaned when the other foot stomped down, this time on her elbow joint. The challenger’s frantic wiggles were enough to convince Scott that she couldn’t hold her there much longer but that seemed to be fine, the Jetsetter, hopping off both feet and folding them up beneath her so that her bony knee joints dropped down into that pinioned limb.
Somersaulting neatly away from the impact, Zoe turns back in time to see her victim now sitting up and cradling at that hurt arm. Michalka is allowed a second to tend to her hurts but no more, the champ storming back in with a stiff kick to her spine, and then grabbing two handfuls of chestnut locks to haul the hurt Upstart to her feet. Zoe brings one knee up and stuffs it into the challenger’s breadbasket, then hooks a front facelock which swiftly transitions into a double underhook.
Displaying her often-underestimated strength the Oil Baroness lifts up, dragging Michalka along and then dumping the Party Girl over onto her shoulders. The impact on top of that worked-over arm is already anough to have Katya hurting but there’s no letup, Zoe showing off all her technical skills to keep hold of the butterfly lock and roll back to her feet. Katya has nowhere to go, lifted again and dumped onto those hurting shoulders. And still she’s given no respite, Scott spinning round and trapping that hurt arm again between her legs before dropping to her back.
Butterfly Suplexes into Cross Armbreaker
www.youtube.com/watch?v=dOlJdbJCXFE
Already dazed by that pair of painful throws, Katya’s brain knows only that she has to prevent that arm being isolated again if she has any chance of staying in the matchup. She scrabbles desperately, ignoring he hurt in her shoulder to reach up and clasp her hands together, those locked fingers preventing the champ from locking in the hold. Zoe growls, apparently annoyed that there’s still any fight left in the challenger, and bridges back to put as much weight as possible behind her attempt to isolate the arm.
For a few seconds it looks like a stalemate, Katya not quite having the power to free herself but able to prevent Scott form getting the leverage to sink her hold in. The deadlock is broken when the Diva lifts one foot up and slams it wildly back down again, thumping a wild but reasonably effective stomp into Ukrainian sternum. Two more wild stomps are enough to convince Katya that she can’t keep this going for much longer, but she spots another way out, rolling towards her tormentor and scrabbling back to her knees. Surprised, Zoe finds herself suddenly stacked up, her own hold keeping her shoulders in place on the matt as Castle drops to count
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With a snarl of frustration Scott releases her armbreaker attempt and pops her hips, rolling backwards to avoid the pin and grudgingly release Katya from her clutches. The Pretty Rave Girl rolls away, clearly wanting a bit of time to tend to that hurting wing, while Zoe rises to her feet ready to exact more hurting. She storms forward ready to do just that, but it’s clear that Michalka isn’t quite as hurt as she might seem, showing veteran experience to sin and tangle her legs with the Champions’. Caught unawares, Scott tumbles into an embarrassing faceplant, pushing up and checking her nose for blood while Katya scrambles to her feet.
Two quick steps are enough to get the Ukranian back in range and then she leaps off her feet, turning through a graceful somersaukt. She splasheds down with her tailbone landing squarely in the small of the Diva’s back, slamming her torso and face back down into the canvas again and eliciting a yell of pain and fur from the champion. Scott presses up and is on her feet again in an instant, whirling around to extract vengeance. But in her haste she’s lost track of her challenger, Katya dashing off to the side and returning into another forwards roll, this time with one leg extended. That flying boot clunk’s into the side of Scott’s scull and sends her lurching sideways, ending on her knees.
Urged on by Chloe, Strawbeary and the rest of the Upstart Nation, Katya pops back to her feet with adrenaline coursing in every vein. Under normal circumstances she might have busted out another move, but those loser comments from the champion had started to sting and she was determined to prove her wrong. With that in mind she retreats to the nearest corner and waits until Scott had lifted her head just a little more before flying back in. Once again the Raver leaves her feet, this time spinning through a blurringly fast corkscrew with one boot outstretched. That toe crunched into the Oil Baroness’ temple with devastating speed, Zoe spinning bonelessly away from the impact.
Cheers became roars, the Pretty Rave Girl’s burst of high-energy offence driving her fans into a frenzy. Again Katya popped to her feet, giving a little shimmy of her hips before turning to refocus on the devastated champ. She dashed over, scrabbling to pull the Diva over to her back for a pin, and was instead left clutching empty air as Scott somehow showed enough survival instinct to keep on rolling right out under the ring ropes and into the waiting arms of Isobel Lamont.
A frustrated Michalka, having scrambled after the departing Scott on hands and knees, uses the ropes to climb to her feet, and slaps the top rope with the hand on the arm not still throbbing from Zoe’s earlier focus. With the big blonde’s eyes on her, the Ukrainian knows she can’t afford to head outside to try and steal the champ from her curvy Fixer.
So as Isobel places her employer down on the floor, providing her body as a place to lean for the lightweight queen, Katya begins to pop and lock to music only she can hear. Caught up, Chloe grabs Straw and starts to do the same. The FAWNatics roar their approval, appreciative of the Upstarts putting on a show while Zoe decides whether she has the guts to get back in the ring.
Regaining her bearings, Scott turns to the crowd, Bel covering her back, and screams at the crowd to shut their mouths; that the dimwit in the ring is making a mockery of a title match, more importantly her title match. Michalka transitions into a smooth bump-n-grind and Fields playfully covers Straw’s eyes to prevent the bear from getting too excited.
The Oil Baroness turns to Michalka.
“Stop that bullshit! Now!”
Katya motions the champ in the ring then shakes her moneymaker when the offer doesn’t receive an immediate response.
Scott moves to the mat’s edge and slams both palms down then motions for Katya to move back. The Rave Queen moonwalks to the other side of the ring and again bids Zoe entry.
Carefully, the Best Thing Ever climbs to the apron and slips one leg through, then torso, then trailing leg. Safely in, Zoe steps directly toward Katya and the Upstart does likewise. Each reach toward the other for a collar-and-elbow but just before contact, each send a toe kick into the other’s tummy, each brunette gutted simultaneously.
Both women double over with a groan, each staring at the other as they try to regain their breath. Zoe moves first, reaching with both hands for the hair of her challenger. An already bent Katya goes for the more direct approach, using her lowered shoulder to charge the Dubai Diva, ramming the joint into the trim belly of the champion.
An audible grunt escapes Zoe’s lips as Michalka tackles the brat with her good shoulder, then lifts and carries her foe to a neutral corner where Katya SLAMS the spine of the Baroness into the buckles. The Party Girl withdraws from the doubled Scott only to THRUST the shoulder in again and again, folding Zoe deep between the top and middle buckles. Scott’s dark eyes bulge with each invasion, bursting exhales escaping previously puckered lips.
Finally, the Upstart removes her impaling joint for good and the breathless Baroness plops to the mat gassed and gasping, tawny stems extended in front of her in a slight ‘V’ formation.
A gleam gathers in Katya’s eyes and she jogs to the opposite buckles. Reaching her ‘starting blocks’, the Ukrainian turns and faces the champ, the crowd ready to get it on with a little House Party.
Michalka zooms forward but pulls up short of her target and taps a slight stomp into the abundant chest of the seated brunette. Moving back and forth with the beat provided by the applauding audience, Katya sends boot ‘love taps’ into Zoe’s bosom.
Reaching five, the Rave Queen spins through a flawless 360, points to the far rafters, then drops to a set of splits, the front boot RAMMING into the crotch of the Dubai Diva.
House Party (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=f0Nhu5yNXwU )
Zoe’s face is instantly etched in pain, hands flying to her privates while a delighted Katya pops to her feet and revels in the cheers from the crowd.
Getting back to work, Katya snatches an ankle and pulls Zoe to the middle then covers with a lateral press for the…
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The stubborn Scott throws up a shoulder, the blade far enough removed from three Michalka doesn’t consider complaining. Instead Katya rips the flagging champ up alongside her as she rises. Side by side, both facing toward a worried Lamont, Katya sweeps an arm behind and around Zoe’s waist, ducking her head under Scott’s near shoulder, setting up for her signature Sugar Rush.
Sugar Rush (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PFpQaOEcnZk )
The Party Girl easily ejects the Best Thing Ever off the canvas to start her destruction, but Zoe has the presence to add a little ‘oomph’ of her own and the Upstart loses control of her foe, Zoe backflipping to land on her feet behind the challenger. Scott ‘absently’ throws an elbow out on landing, cracking it into the chin of the startled ref. He spins in a 180 down to a knee, hand to his jaw, as the Diva shoves an anxious Katya from behind. Michalka stumbles forward to the ropes, only to find Isobel standing immediately on the other side, the big blonde NAILING the Rave Queen with a right forearm, bringing it all the way from Houston.
Katya’s body follows a violent head-whip away from the impact, the brunette staggering drunkenly toward the waiting Zoe who guts the Upstart with a toe kick to the tummy. Frozen yet pliant, Katya can’t resist as Scott moves beside her, pointed in the opposite direction. The Dubai Diva wraps her near arm around the back of Michalka’s midriff, lifts her near leg and THROWS it back to provide the momentum to RIP Katya off her feet and PLANT the Ukrainian to the deck with her ferocious De-lister.
De-lister (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9eG8CZ8lIJU )
The demolished Katya ends stacked on her shoulders, ass pointed to the rafters, her own legs bracketing her noggin. Zoe drapes her near leg over that of the challenger to finish the successful defense with the…
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THRNOOO!
The Party Girl keeps hope alive for Upstart Nation as she flops to the side, raising one shoulder off the canvas in the nick of time. A furious Zoe, quickly on her knees next to the demolished Michalka, stares lasers at the official, but turns her attention back to what’s left of the Ukrainian.
She pulls the ragdolled Katya to her feet and slips behind her. The champ dips and sticks her head between the quaking stems of the challenger, Scott wrapping her arms around each lower limb then lifting Michalka into Electric Chair position.
From the sidelines, Chloe and Straw Beary plead with Katya to escape but there is none, Zoe moving an arm around the back of Katya’s cranium and sitting out, SPIKING the back of the Rave Queen’s skull into the canvas. The party over with the her ‘Blessing’.
Blessing (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=P821--9CWZo )
For a moment, the momentum of the impact places Michalka in a seated position, but the unconscious challenger soon melts to her back, out cold. The pin is a formality as Zoe climbs aboard in a full body pin, palms pressing down on Katya’s bosom for the…
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THREEEE!
A satisfied Scott remains in her dominant position, gloating as the crowd’s audible anger replaces the previously silent victory. An obedient Isobel takes the lightweight belt from the timekeeper’s table, ascends the steps, and enters the ring as the Oil Baroness pushes off the shell of the Party Girl.
Lamont helps Zoe to her feet, the champ accepting her belt in the process, and Scott plants a boot sole on Katya’s gulping olive-skinned tummy for her Gladiatrix money shot, shooing Isobel out of lens shot for her rightful singular glory.
Scott straps the gold around her waist and moves to a corner, elevating to the top to stuff the victory in the faces of the great unwashed. Lamont loiters below her boss, pricking to attention when Chloe brings Straw Beary into the ring to check on their ruined teammate. When it’s clear Fields and her bear only have eyes for Katya, the tension recedes in the buxom blonde. The opposite is the case when Scott sees Chloe kneeling over the loser.
Face twisting in anger, the heiress points furiously at Fields and her pink plushie and runs a thumb across her throat. Isobel nods, approaching stealthily from behind as Strawberry taps at Katya’s cheek with little effect. Belmont sinks her talons into Chloe’s ubiquitous ponytail and RIPS the startled Fields to her feet, Chloe dropping Beary at the snoozing Katya’s side.
Isobel turns Chloe into a delving toe kick to the midriff and with the Upstart stunned, captures Fields in double underhooks. Lamont launches the slender brunette like she’s lifting a feather, turns Chloe head down at her zenith and drops the challenger directly on her skull with her signature Bellringer.
Bellringer (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qnYuqZbEoXY ).
The impact leaves Chloe a shuddering wreck at Zoe’s feet and Scott puts her boot stamp on the barely stirring Fields. Isobel rises, flips a few flaxen strands back into place and stands next to the lightweight champion.
Scott sneers at the blasted brunette when a flash of pink catches her eye. Zoe scoops up Straw Beary and holds him high, the crowd immediately picking up on the threat. The Oil Baroness offers the Fixer the legs of Beary and she takes one in each hand. Zoe wraps her palms around Straw’s neck, the FAWNatics groaning in worry as the levelled Upstarts are oblivious.
A makeshift tug-of-war starts with Straw as the rope between Zoe and Lamont.
“Harder,” Scott demands when it seems Isobel isn’t going for the jugular.
The end comes suddenly when Beary’s body gives under the pressure, his head ending with the Baroness, torso and limbs with the Fixer. Laughing uproariously, Zoe tosses the severed head of the bear into the third row then snatches the rest of Beary from the blonde, uses his plush carcass to absorb some of the glistening perspiration from several locations, including under both arms, and tosses the remains into the crowd.
The delighted champion seems only sorry Chloe and Katya aren’t in shape to understand what she’s done, but that’s what YouTube is for and they could watch it again and again.
Handed a microphone by the Fixer, Zoe turns to the nearest lens and raises her voice over the chorus of boos.
“I’ve ended both these pathetic losers. Katya by force. And with that pink piece of crap in ‘stuffed animal’ hell, Chloe here will be heading back to Mommy’s a broken woman, never to be seen again.”
Zoe glances around the arena with pride.
“You’re welcome.”