Post by hawkeye on Sept 8, 2019 23:16:57 GMT
“Ladies and gentlemen,” the ring announcer declares, “your following contest is scheduled fo…”
Tonight, our resident clown in the crowd doesn’t give the announcer the opportunity to try to pull any tricks. Without waiting for an opening, he shouts, “ZERO FALLS!”
“ONE fall!” the announcer declares, that stray interjection not registering on his face only once he has completed his duty. And that’s when his features momentarily scrunch up in confusion. “How would that even…?” he begins to ask, but then thinks better of it. “Introducing first, hailing from Manchester, England in the United Kingdom. She stands five feet four inches tall and weighs in this evening at one hundred and twenty pounds. She is the icon… the living legend… the Sensational One herself… SHHHEEEAAA LOOONNNDDDOOONNN!!!!!”
The arena PA system came to life, a voice posing a single question to tonight’s pumped up crowd:
“Do you wanna get rocked?”
Judging by the deafening roar from the FAWNatics, this is precisely their greatest wish.
SHEA LONDON:
”LET’S GET ROCKED”:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=VhM_LxeKgEQ
As Def Leppard’s “Let’s Get Rocked” pumps over the arena’s speakers, the curtains part, and “Sensational” Shea London emerges onto the ramp. While it is said that familiarity breeds contempt, there is nothing but love in the FAWNatics’ response to the returning legend. Just as in her previous appearances since her return, the gorgeous blonde sports a pleasingly “Old School” look: visible underneath an open, traditional, red ring jacket is a one piece proudly emblazoned in the Union Jack, the red stripes of the cross running from the scooped neckline to between her legs and underneath her bosom, respectively, her eyes shielded behind a pair of stylish shades. Red knee and elbow pads along with blue boots complete her ensemble.
The blonde Briton darts down to the ring, her million megawatt smile on full display as she slaps hands with a FAWN fandom populous that still doesn’t seem quite fully ready to believe that this woman might once again be a part of the full time roster. But, back the British beauty truly is, and with a couple of wins under her belt to prove it.
Of course, now some amongst the FAWNatics have had the opportunity to prepare signs to greet Sensational One’s appearance. A particular one catches London’s eyes at ringside: “YOU KNOW THE DIFFERENCE BETWEEN SHEA AND KRISTY? WE ACTUALLY MISSED SHEA!” Another sign prompts London to pause, and to slightly smirk:
“SHEA LONDON’S GREATEST TAG PARTNERS:
1) CASSIE HOPKINS
2) JULIET BLOODWIND
3) KYLIE SANDERS (PRE-LOBOTOMY)
4) JAIME LONDON
5) AMANDA JANE GIRARDI
6) TARA SAWYER
…
697,904,869,870,048,769) KRISTY SANDERS
(THEY DON’T STOCK BIG ENOUGH POSTERBOARD)”
“… it was a strange time,” Shea says with a shrug, then turns and heads to the ring. Climbing the steps, Shea slips between the ropes and steps toward her corner. Mounting the middle rope, London slips her ring jacket down her shoulders, Shea’s grin growing broader as the crowd enjoys the tease...
Once Shea’s feet return to the canvas, the announcer steps back toward center ring, ready to introduce the Sensational One’s opponent.
The original Black Sheep of the Sanders clan fidgets nervously behind the curtain. Any match with the living legend is a showcase but word is London is headed toward an ultimate showdown to crown FAWN’s best ever at Mania IF she could survive tonight.
If she didn’t, Sanders Part Deux would be back on the lips and minds of the booking team and her Third Act would be in full bloom.
The house lights blink to inky blackness. The dark is replaced with twisting, twirling strobes, an inspired swirl of golden spotlights that fill the arena. A feline, feral growl roars over the speakers. Following quickly behind comes the opening strains of Velvet Revolver’s cover of ‘Psycho Killer’
”PSYCHO KILLER”:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=pCZFjZCPC0Y
KRISTY SANDERS:
KYLIE SANDERS:
Knowing Kristy is in cahoots with FAWN’s Most Hated, the Minnesota Malcontent a vital part of Hot&Bothered, the crowd lets loose with a resounding set of boos. And when Sanders appears with her despised cousin at her side, the volume increases to ear-splitting levels.=
The Golden Gopher wears a maroon and metallic gold version of her kin’s wrestling wardrobe, a unique, multi-strapped sports bra topside with boy-cut shorts, black boots and pads.
(https://www.yandy.com/Multi-Strapped-Microfiber-Sports-Bra.php )
Kristy’s shoulder to shoulder with Kylie, both staring down at a former tag partner and now hated enemy, though it’s clear from the disgust on Vanilla Chill’s face, Ky’s enmity is at a whole different level.
The announcer makes London’s lethal foe official for Slaybor Day.
“And her opponent. Hailing from Eden Prairie, Minnesota, standing five feet six inches, weighing in at one hundred and twenty-five pounds… THE REAL DEAL… KRRRIIISSSTTTYYY SAAANNNDDDEEERRRSSS!!!!!”
Kylie moves behind her cousin and massages her shoulders while whispering in an ear. Conspicuously attired in her black and yellow-gold ‘Hawkeye’ version of Kristy’s garb, Sanders the original seems ready for easy insulation in her cousin’s favor.
Keeping to the middle, Vanilla Chill and Minnesota Not-so-nice show little interest in Orlando’s lowlife as the women head down the ramp and aisle together, Jasmine and Cosette leaving it to Chill to be Kristy’s lone backup.
Before reaching the ring, Kristy catches sight of some FAWNatics that don’t seem to hold her in high regard. One in particular holds a sign aloft that states “Sanders comes from the Land of 10,000 Losses”
Kristy feigns boredom long enough to shoot a lightning snatch and tug the sign away, ripping it in half and throwing it at the fan.
“You’re going to wish London stayed a fond memory,” Part Deux assures with a hiss.
Reaching the ring, the Platinum Pixie ascend the steps first, leading her cousin to the apron. Chill opens the ropes wide for Kristy, sitting on the middle and pushing up the top. The Real Deal slides through and claims the middle of the ring while Shea watches carefully from her corner as a smirking Kylie joins Kristy, hazel eyes locked on her long ago British bestie.
Kristy offers a double bicep pose to the nearest lens then nods in the direction of either gun, mouthing the words “LEGEND” and “KILLER”. She kisses each flexed arm as Kylie brings a microphone to her lips.
Sanders ‘tsks’ the Brit.
“What were you thinking Shea? As old as you are, shouldn’t you know better? One Sanders is more than enough to beat you. What do you now with two?”
Chill sweeps a hand down her own frame, lips curled into a predatory smile as the Hawkeye shows herself off. She tosses the stick away. Kristy and Kylie curl in from opposite angles, not waiting for the bell to make the two-on-one battering illegal.
“Kyyyyyyyyylie,” the referee attempts to threaten, but even he knows it’s of little use. After all, from day one part of FAWN’s selling points has been its loose interpretation and application of the rules. He had only marginal authority once the bell sounds, and even less before—and he could not call for the bell to start this match so long as both Sanders girls remained in the ring.
Shea tenses into a defensive crouch, her eyes darting from her left and Kylie to her right and Kristy. While acting from good intentions, the official’s positioning between the Sanders clan as he chastises the Vanilla Chill effectively serves to keep her boxed in, her only available exit dropping to the mat and rolling under the bottom rope. That might have been the smartest thing to do, but the idea of running from either of her former tag partners…
Just then, the sound system comes back to life, a bass guitar rolling over the masses…
”BEST YOU EVER”:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=lN_Lxfeed9A
HONEY HARRIS:
As the first chords of Michelle Branch’s “Best You Ever” begin to pulse over the PA, Honey Harris bursts through the curtain on both sides and onto the stage. The young, blonde British eschews her usual overtures to the FAWNatic, and instead makes a beeline straight down the aisle in a full sprint.
The closer she gets to the ring, the louder it seems that the crowd cheers, as they gain more of an opportunity to take her in. The FAWN rookie’s well-shaped legs are bared, a hint of gold bikini style bottoms (with black trim) just visible beneath the hem a gold tee. Upon the front read the words “SWEET AS” in black type, directly above an illustration of a pot of honey. On the back, below the words “BUT WITH A” is a cartoon bee abdomen—complete with stinger.
Diving under the bottom rope, Honey springs back to her feet in the blink of an eye. Kristy turns toward the new arrival, while Kylie and Shea—FAWN Originals in every sense of the phrase—remain focused purely on each other. And now, the poor ref has TWO women to usher out of the ring, if he wants to get this show on the road…
“Ladies, ladies, ladies…”
Those words don’t come from the ring. They come from the stage, with the arrival of FAWN’s HBIC…
BETHANY CHRISTIAN:
“I can see we’re going to have problems here,” the statuesque brunette observes. “On the one hand, we have a woman who, deep down, realizes that she has never been and will never be anything except measured against the woman her cousin was supposed to square off with tonight, and so feels she has to insinuate herself into the proceedings. While on the other hand, we have a little girl, desperately begging senpai to notice her.”
Honey can’t keep her cheeks from flushing, either from anger, embarrassment, or a combination thereof.
“So,” Bethany continues, “if these two want to get involved so badly, then I am officially making this a TAG TEAM match! Have at it, ladies.”
Christian turns to depart, not even bothering to wait for any protests from the Platinum Pixie. Harris, meanwhile, circles over to her new tag team partner, the duo exchanging a few thoughts amongst themselves.
And then, the younger blonde slips through the ropes, to take up her station in her team’s corner.
The cousins backtrack to their territory, keeping their eyes glued on their foes as they discuss the change of odds. Despite some contentious words, it’s the woman not originally scheduled who remains, Vanilla Chill determined to wipe the smug look off London’s mug. As Kristy slips through the strands, the bell brings the newly anointed tag match to order and Sanders races out of the corner.
A coiled Shea is ready to strike the charging Hawkeye when Kylie skids to a stop a couple feet out of reach, pointing at her temple.
“I know you better than anyone in this business,” Sanders pronounces, “including how to beat you.”
“Then why haven’t you used that knowledge, luv,” Shea remarks, guiltily grinning.
“Shut it, limey,” Sanders growls, joining Shea in a tightening circle around the ring before the blondes surge together, locking in a collar-and-elbow, the long-time rivals working for every bit of leverage each can muster.
Shea breaks free and breezily slips under an arm ending behind the Platinum Pixie. She slaps on a tight, cinching waistlock, pivots, then lifts and tosses Kylie to the canvas, Sanders landing on her chest, more surprised than hurt. She scrambles to her feet, Shea not attempting to press her advantage.
A furious Ky snorts at Shea and combs a set of fingers through her silvery bob.
“Once a bytch. Always a bytch,” Kylie hisses. “You better reconsider playing with me, London. You won’t like the results.”
“If I don’t play with ya, what good are ya?”
The words from the Sensational One aren’t exactly calming, Sanders’ face flushing with anger. Knowing she doesn’t have the speed to make a rush attack successful, Chill strides into another collar-and-elbow, only for Shea to slip out with the left wrist of the Hawkeye in tow. She dips under and around, pressing Sanders’ chicken-winged limb tight to the platinum blonde’s back. Ratcheting the arm higher, Kylie yips in pain, rising to tiptoes to try and relieve it.
“Cat amongst tha pigeons,” London whispers in Kylie’s ear.
Sanders throws her opposite elbow back, trying to drive the point home, but London halves her grip on one arm to end hooking around both. Shea steers the furious and fidgeting Kylie around the ring, showing off her captured foe until Sanders throws her bum backward, plunging it into London’s pelvis.
The Pleasant Valley Pariah claims some slack from her booty bump and shakes Shea off with another. Spinning, Ky surges toward London, swinging a clothesline at her foe’s collarbone, but London ducks under. Sliding to a stop, Sanders turn to find London mid-leap with a dropkick aimed at her jaw. But it’s Kylie’s turn to show some agility and forethought, sweeping the attack to her side.
With Shea landing on her chest, the Brit quickly pushes to all fours on her way up, but Kylie mounts her in a forward-facing straddle, her hands shooting to London’s dirty blonde locks to vicious tug on Shea’s mane. With the Manchester native’s head in her hands she flattens her palms on either side and twists the braincase in a head vise, seemingly wishing to unscrew London’s head from her body.
While Shea grimaces from the unwanted attention, she’s able to shrug Kylie up her body, push off her palms and wrap her arms around Kylie’s thighs. With Ky seated on a kneeling Shea’s shoulders, and before Sanders can add a standing head scissors, London shows she still has enough strength to go right at it her fellow lightweights.
The Sensational One pushes to her feet, putting a wide-eyed Kylie in an electric chair. Reflexively, the apprehensive Chill releases her grip on Shea’s noggin to use her arms for balance. But there’s only so much that can be maintained when Shea lays out and Kylie’s spine CRASHES to the deck.
Sanders arches in pain from the impact as London releases her foe’s lower limbs, steps over Ky and ‘hands the keys’ to Honey with a tag.
Harris hops over the ropes like she’s on a spring, seemingly in a state of disbelief she’s tagging with her hero. And as Sanders is reaching her feet, Honey PLANTS Kylie with a dropkick to the chin, decking the elfin blonde with enough power to send Sanders back somersaulting to finish on her chest.
With Kristy complaining, her singles showcase already gone and her cousin struggling out of the gate, the original Sanders pushes to all fours, shaking out some cobwebs. Honey’s already on the move, leaping into the middle cable not far from Chill. Grabbing the top with both hands, she uses the strand as a springboard and leaps into the void, bringing a BIG back elbow to the base of Kylie’s spine, flattening the Platinum Pixie to the deck with a loud groan.
The Sweet Sensation passes on a pin, instead waiting in Kylie’s blind spot for the veteran to rise. Harris sinks into an expectant crouch, ready to knock the chill out of Vanilla. Honey motions for Sanders to rise while Kristy tries to raise the alarm. Kylie pushes to her feet, blissfully unaware. She starts to turn and Honey rushes toward her, leaving her feet and drawing her knees up toward Kylie’s chin while the Sweet Sensation’s hands slip behind her opponent’s head.
Honey lands on her back, making her knees a brutal stopping point for Kylie’s already dented jaw. Ky shoots to the canvas at warp speed from the impact, the back of her head THUMPING into the deck, a victim of the Brit’s Honey Trap.
HONEY TRAP:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=FNnQoR0XSyo
On her back and in a daze, Sanders doesn’t react as Harris dives atop her in a lateral press, Honey hooking a leg for the…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOO!
Honey learns how tenacious Kylie can be as the Hawkeye punches a shoulder off the canvas to keep Hot&Bothered alive. From the sidelines, Kristy urges her cousin on.
Honey guides the beleaguered Chill to her feet and takes off for the ropes in front of her. Sanders, desperate to turn the growing tide, follows, ready for a rebound, but perhaps not the kind Honey has in mind. Harris leaps to the middle rope and bounds off blindly toward Kylie in reverse. Sanders catches her foe around the waist to deliver a stop to the Sensational momentum, but the Brit throws her body forward in a flip, drawing Kylie forward and DOWN, Sanders faceplanting into the deck courtesy the Honeycomb Facebuster.
HONEYCOMB FACEBUSTER:
youtu.be/RJTsJ1TNR20?t=84
Again, the hapless Kylie is horizontal, this time face down and meekly stirring while an energized Honey calls to Shea to see if she wants to come back in. London waves the youngster on.
But in the meantime, a frustrated Kristy’s left her post, slid under the bottom rope and grabbed a wrist of her partner, tugging her overwhelmed kin toward the outside. Before she can fully accomplish the task, Honey realizes and grabs an ankle.
It’s become a tug of war with the mewling Chill as the rope.
Harris does an admirable job of holding her ground, but if Kristy can come in without a tag, then Shea London doesn’t see any impediments to joining the festivities herself. It helps that the official finds himself ties up with trying to order the younger Sanders out of the ring, which allows the British Bombshell to slip through the ropes without a care. The FAWNatics respond to the living legend’s entry with a roar, one which only grows louder as London charges toward the tug o’ war.
“’ONEY,” the Sensational One shouts, “DOWN!”
The Sweet Sensation only had an instant to register and process her partner’s instructions. After all, it wasn’t like the duo had spent much time preparing intricate double teams to unleash on unsuspecting foes. Sure, Honey’s rescue of Shea following the veteran’s victory over Beth Jenkins had lead to a couple of training sessions together, but the emphasis there had been on individual work. Suggesting a partnership to an icon of Shea’s standing was an intimidating proposition, and it was a question Honey had yet to summon the courage to pop.
And yet…
Whatever Shea might be intending, Honey reasons, she probably needs Kristy to remain pretty much where she is. So the younger Brit keeps her grip on Kylie’s ankle as she leans her upper body forward. No longer pulling on the Platinum Pixie’s gam with an intent to draw her away from the Sanders corner, Honey instead aims to maintain a stalemate. Right up until the point of feeling a pair of hands plant themselves against her back.
Showing that some ‘hops’ remain in those forty-one year old legs, London leapfrogs her new partner, sailing over Honey and toward Kristy, parting her stems enough to allow her to land in a straddle of Kristy’s noggin, atop her shoulders. Kristy’s eyes widen in shock, the blonde hardbody instinctively releasing her grip on her cousin to bring her hands up to Shea’s thighs. Naturally, denied the resistance of the Real Deal’s efforts, Honey takes a tumble backward, landing on her backside with an awkward meep…
Fortunately for her, though, most of the crowd’s attention remains captivated by her partner, as Shea takes Kristy down to the mat with a hurricanrana that rips the Minnesota Malcontent off her feet and sends her stumbling toward the ropes. Those cables do little to break the blonde’s momentum, and Kristy goes crashing down to the floor below.
The referee is ready to tell a rising London to get back to her corner, but Shea raises her hands and heads in that direction without any prompting. “I’m goin’, I’m goin’,” the British Bombshell sighs, while Honey picks herself off the deck. Claiming both of Kylie’s ankles this time, Harris drags the Pleasant Valley Pariah away from her corner and closer to British territory, lining Sanders up with the buckles before stuffing the FAWN Original’s feet under her arms.
The Sweet Sensation then falls backward, launching Kylie into enemy territory with a simple yet effective catapult. Kylie meets the top turnbuckle chest first, letting out a dull groan as the impact knocks some of the wind out of her sails. Moving in after her, Honey turns the veteran’s back toward the corner, before reaching over Sanders’ shoulders and smacking a high five with the Sensational One.
“Tag!” the official calls out, recognizing the exchange. London makes a legal return to the ring, but Honey lingers as her partner slips through the ropes. “Follow my lead, yeah?” the older blonde tells Harris, who nods her assent. And when Shea reaches for Kylie’s head, Honey does likewise, the duo depositing the Platinum Pixie roughly on her rump by way of a double snapmare.
The Sweet Sensation looks up from the wincing Sanders to meet Shea’s gaze. And Shea casts a quick glance back toward their opponent, apparently offering some silent instruction to her new partner… and protégé? Harris offers a less than certain nod before both British blondes turn their attention to Kylie. And, in surprisingly impressive unison, Shea and Honey each launch themselves over one of the Hawkeye’s shoulders, reaching out to grab Kylie by the back of the head and slam her face into the canvas, between her parted stems, with a diving double neck snap.
A glassy-eyed Sanders whiplashes up from the impact, but that doesn’t last long. The Pleasant Valley Pariah soon topples backwards, winding up sprawled in a starfish on her back. The British beauties quickly pick themselves up, each taking an ankle and pulling Kylie a little closer to center ring. With a Briton off each of Kylie’s flanks, London and Harris again exchange high five’s—only this time, their fingers lace together, and they drop a pair of cocked elbows into the elfin blonde’s bosom.
And again, with surprising synchronicity, the Sweet Sensation and the Sensational One kip back to their feet, drawing a thunderous roar from the capacity crowd!
“Almost like it’s meant ta be, eh?” Shea asks her partner with a playful wink, Honey’s only response a sheepish grin before she heads toward their corner. Kylie, meanwhile, has managed to roll over to her stomach, but she finds herself facing the wrong direction to crawl toward a tag…
… and, before she can turn around, London swoops in. Shoving Vanilla Chill’s right foot against the pit of her left knee, Kylie’s onetime bestie turns her back on her opponent, the back of Shea’s right calf against Sanders’ left boot, keeping Kylie’s other foot locked in place. The Sensational One then bridges back, her hands claiming the chin of her fellow FAWN Original as she cinches in the Muta Lock.
“Whattaya say, Ky?” the official asks.
“Noooaaaaaggghhhhhhh!!!!” FAWN’s Most Hated snaps, but before she can offer any further or more colorful protests, London pulls one hand away from Kylie’s jaw, slipping that arm underneath Sanders’ wing before doing the same with the other. And when the Sensational One clasps her hands together behind Kylie’s back, Sanders finds herself trapped in a brutal CHICKENWING Muta Lock!
CHICKENWING MUTA LOCK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=boer_Ie7MDE
It’s a hold as ingenious as it is torturous. While it might be early in the contest, Kylie now finds herself on her belly, not only with her legs tied up, but with her arms now trussed up as well. Denied the use of her elbows, dragging herself and Shea over to the ropes might not be impossible, but it would be a considerable challenge, and would cost Ky a considerable amount of energy.
If the strain on her body didn’t force a submission before then.
Which is why the Minnesota Malcontent wastes no time in sliding through the ropes, marching over to Shea and driving a boot into the British blonde’s vulnerable belly. The Sensational One releases the hold with a winded groan, the referee—who had been fully focused on watching Kylie for any sign of surrender—rising from one knee to read the younger Sanders the riot act.
Honey starts to draw herself through the ropes, but the official successfully manages to keep Kristy from pressing any illegal advantage by ushering her back toward her corner. And at any rate, London is already climbing back toward verticality, the Real Deal’s boot proving more inconvenience than match-turning. With the ref tied up with Kristy, Shea doesn’t immediately go for the tag. Instead, she pivots and heads toward the near ropes, rebounding off those cables and dropping a leg that might not be Sensational, but still proves up to the task of keeping Kylie incapacitated for the moment.
With Kristy now properly expelled, Shea tags out to Honey. But as the younger Brit enters the ring, Shea climbs onto the middle rope, momentarily allowing herself to take a seat on the top turnbuckle. Off of the Sweet Sensation’s quizzical expression, the Sensational One grins and says, “Let’s see if those instincts keep servin’ ya well.” London then goes airborne…
… only instead of flying towards Kylie, the living legend launches herself at HONEY!
For a moment, alarm and indecision registers on the youngster’s features. But when Shea twists herself in mid-flight so that her back is to her partner, Harris begins to clue in. As Honey wraps her arms around London’s waist, Shea’s legs slip around Harris’ midsection. Bringing her hands to the canvas, the Sensational One propels herself upward with a push up, the Sweet Sensation providing a little extra oomph as she turns toward the downed Sanders and tossing her partner away, Shea landing back first against Kylie’s torso with a wheelbarrow senton.
WHEELBARROW SENTON:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=YWCeuviY5m8
As London rolls under the bottom rope, Honey throws herself across Kylie’s chest, gathering up and hooking the outside leg for…
ONE…
TWO…
THNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Sanders kicks out.
Grabbing a wrist, Honey tugs the Pleasant Valley Pariah up onto rubbery legs. “Off you go, you Naughty Dottie,” the younger blonde says with a smile, setting her feet and launching Kylie toward the ropes with an Irish whip. But Sanders’ stems prove to still have a little resolve when the FAWN Original digs in and reverses the whip. As Harris departs in a sprint toward the cables, Kylie’s eyes light up as she notices that her cousin happens to be on the appropriate side of the ringpost to intercept this annoyingly saccharine sweetheart, should she choose to…
… and Kristy chooses. The Minnesota Malcontent edges her way down the apron as Honey draws nearer, waiting until the EXACT moment that Harris starts to turn her back toward the rubber coated steel before raising her knee, driving the bony joint into the base of the unsuspecting blonde’s spine.
Honey lets out a cry as, instead of hurtling back toward Kylie, she instead staggers forward, back arched and legs buckling. Moving more swiftly to meet her, Vanilla Chill’s hands shoot forward, plunging into the young Briton’s flaxen mane on either side of her head before Sanders jumps into the air. Spreading her legs into a wide ‘V’, Kylie drops to a seat on the canvas, yanking Honey down along with her and SLAMMING the novice’s mug into the mat with a sitout facebuster.
Having played victim for a little too long to push her advantage, and with the Black Sheep demanding entry, Kylie nods at her stewing cuz and crawls to Part Deux, diving to a tag. Kristy flies through the cables and scoops the rising Honey up from arears, sweeping Harris off her feet behind her knees. With the high flyer like a babe in Sanders’ arms, Kristy lifts her high then drops to a knee, trying to split Honey’s spine with a simple but effective backbreaker.
Kristy presses down on either side of the fulcrum, curling Harris in a direction she was never designed to go. The Brit yelps in pain and the sound is quickly turned to a guttural groan when Kristy lifts her arms, laces her fingers, and pounds a double axhandle into Honey’s midriff. Harris jackknifes atop Kristy’s knee until the Real Deal shoves her off, Shea’s partner thumping to the canvas and hugging her tummy while a nodding Kristy rises and stares at London.
“You aren’t in control anymore, has-been,” Part Deux growls, taking a not-so-backhanded swipe at her partner as much as the Sensational One.
Kylie’s in no condition to know or care, still sitting on the apron’s edge, turned away from the action, in full recovery mode.
Kristy, however, has her nails in the blonde’s scalp and tugs Harris to her feet. She swings back to back with Harris, hooking her elbows with Honey’s. The power of the Mauler is on display when she shrugs Honey off her boot soles and into a backpack position across the bent Sanders. With all four limbs locked in, Honey can do little but shake her head in worry as Kristy skillfully switches her grip to around Honey’s throat then lays out, PLOWING the features of Shea’s would-be protégé into the thinly-covered plywood with her Twin Cities Tumbler facebuster.
TWIN CITIES TUMBLER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=zUnS9XJdtxo
Honey’s impact sends her flopping to her back, an inviting target for a pin, but Kristy’s waited a long time to stretch her muscles and she hops to the middle rope instead, using it as a springboard to turn 90 degrees and drop a leg across Honey’s neck. The blonde shudders from the impact, grasping at her throat and generally looking like a fish out of water. But still a surly Kristy isn’t looking for the three-count. Instead, she turns to Shea.
“You’re leaving your legacy to her?” Sanders asks pointedly, shaking her head in disbelief. “Why don’t I just take it from you before you go.”
Sanders peels Honey off the deck and heaves her to Sweet Sensation’s corner. It’s London’s turn to shake her head at Kristy’s disrespect of both Honey and her.
“Take a break, kid.” Shea says, slapping Harris’ shoulder and entering carefully as her protégé exits.
But before the legend can get fully through, Kristy springs her trap, charging and laying into London with a barrage of fists and forearms. Shea forces her way into the squared circle, halts the assault with a meaty chop to Kristy’s décolletage, and turns to race to the far ropes and get the rhythm of the match heated up into a London Run.
But Shea only gets a step before Part Deux snatches her dirty blonde locks from behind and RIPS the Manchester native off her feet. Sanders pounds away with piston-like stomps, making a mudhole out of the face of FAWN.
With the Sensational One properly pacified, Kristy peels London off the canvas, deadlifting the legend across her chest and carrying her to center stage. She shows off the power her more infamous cousin lacks. To her credit, any jealousy Kylie might feel is dwarfed by seeing Shea in peril and Ky claps loudly and enthusiastically when the Real Deal sends London flying to a crash landing with her Fallaway Slam.
FALLAWAY SLAM:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=aRAE0XAx_mE
Shea rolls up to her knees, hand stretching for her lower spine as her back arches in pain from the impact. Kristy isn’t about to stop making her point. Sanders bullies the smaller Brit back to her feet. She drives a toe kick DEEP into Shea’s flat tummy, doubling her over. The Mauler then spins away from the bent London, placing her backside into the crown of the legend’s cranium.
Kristy hooks both arms of the Sensational One and spins in a 180 so she’s bent behind a vertical Shea, ready to launch London to a heels over head position on her back then send London back into retirement with an MDKrsty.
MDKRISTY:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=nQsHUaasndo
But before Sanders can get London off the canvas, she shoots a blind mule kick behind her, plunging a heel into Kristy’s breadbasket, a second and a third free Shea. The Englishwoman spins to face the still doubled Kristy. She dives over the top and pulls Sanders to the canvas with a sunset flip, Kristy stacked on her shoulders for
ONE…
TWO…
Part Deux throws a shoulder up, rolling to her chest and pushing to all fours.
Shea dips to wrap a waistlock around Kylie’s cousin. She hauls the blonde hardbody to her feet and simply keeps going, sweeping Sanders up and over with a Bridging German Suplex. Kristy’s shoulders are planted to the canvas, London in a beautiful arch, keeping Kristy in place while Kylie screams furiously from the sidelines, the Platinum Pixie livid over the legend’s blatant gimmick infringement.
Copyright infringed or no, the ref slaps the canvas as Part Deux’s legs bicycle above her, London holding on through…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOO!
Kristy kicks free and tumbles to her side. As Shea kips to her feet to continue her Run, the Black Sheep wants no more and butt scoots toward the Hot&Bothered corner, pushing a pleading palm forward to beg off.
Shea waves Sanders off with a backhand flick or two, knowing the opportunity she’ll have with Kristy’s tag. Reaching her corner, Part Deux reaches up and behind her. Kylie looks long and hard at the hand, then at Shea, then at the hand. As Kristy begins to look worried, a dismayed Ky tags her kin.
She demands London back off and Shea provides her long ago partner a free entrance. Chill worriedly slips a leg through then pulls it back like she’s doing the Hokey-Pokey.
“I said keep her back!” the Platinum Pixie insists.
The Sensational One recedes to no more than a couple steps from her corner, finally convincing Kylie it’s safe to enter. Sanders slides through and circles out, Shea joining her in a rotation around the ring. Gradually, the distance between the long ago friends and longtime rivals shrinks, until finally both London and Sanders reach to lock up in a collar and elbow. Only when Kylie’s hands latch onto Shea’s shoulders, the elfin blonde pivots her hip and thrusts a kneelift upward, connecting with Shea’s…
Well, that was the $64 Million Dollar Question.
It definitely connects south of the British blonde’s navel, but just how far south is unclear. Alas, what proves crystal clear is the impact of the kneelift on the Sensational One, Shea’s legs instantly buckling as she slumps forward. The referee starts to raise a hand, but before he can question the wicked Hawkeye’s intent, Sanders follows up with a pair of kneelifts that clearly plow into the doubled blonde’s belly, another that mashes into her bosom, and a parting kneelift that drives into London’s jaw, rocking the living legend back onto her heels before Shea turns away from her foe.
Sanders nuzzles in against her reeling opponent’s back, reaching around Shea’s waist to pull her into a snug embrace—not one intended to comfort the Briton, but instead to punish, Kylie popping her hips and bridging back, repaying the Sensational One’s alleged gimmick infringement with (in Kylie’s mind) a real deal of a German suplex. Shea’s head and shoulders SLAM into the canvas, the Brit tumbling out of her matchbook to come to a shuddering rest at the foot of the Hot&Bothered corner.
Kylie doesn’t bother climbing to her feet. Instead, the Platinum Pixie scoots into a straddle of Shea’s rump. Leaning forward, Sanders threads her arms underneath London’s, her fingers lacing together behind her onetime mentor’s head as she leans back. As a result, the Sensational One finds herself brought out of her stupor in the most excruciating manor, her spine forced into a thoroughly unnatural angle as Kylie ensnares her in her full nelson camel clutch.
FULL NELSON CAMEL CLUTCH:
youtu.be/8vy9pNTJaGk?t=74
As much as it galls her, the strain on her vertebrae leave Shea with little choice but to squeal in agony, her trussed up arms extending in futility above her head. While the punishment inflicted by the hold satisfies the elfin blonde greatly, there’s still a sliver of disappointment in London’s bound arms denying her the luxury of leaning in and whispering her words into the Brit’s ear. Nevertheless, Kylie twists the anguished blonde to cast squinted eyes toward her own corner, impossibly far away, where Honey Harris does everything in her power to rally London’s Legions behind their heroine.
“Seriously, though,” Vanilla Cheer sneers, “that’s the Next Great Hope for British Wrestling? She makes Young ‘n’ Dumb Me look like… like…”
Kylie’s voice trails off, as she looks over Shea’s shoulder and suspended arm, toward the Briton’s corner. At the moment, Honey’s back is to the action, one hand clutching the tag rope while the other waves toward the sky, imploring the FAWNatics to keep raising the volume. And damn if the idiots aren’t following along with their conductor’s wand. As the Platinum Pixie continues to glare toward London’s new partner, she can feel her anger growing.
It’s the sort of anger that can only come with familiarity.
Unlacing her fingers, Chill releases one half of the nelson, reaching that hand behind her with her palm upturned. Kristy ducks her body through the ropes, reaching into the ring to give her cousin five, and to tag herself back into the match. As the official recognizes the exchange, Kylie at last fully breaks the hold, sending the Sensational One slamming into the mat face and chest first with a forceful shove.
As the Hawkeye rises, a mewling Shea crawls out from between Kylie’s legs. The departing Sanders makes no effort to restrain London’s attempts to drag herself toward a tag, but it hardly proves necessary as the Sensational One makes it maybe a foot out of enemy territory before Kristy nudges the reeling blonde to her back and grabs an ankle. Lifting London’s left leg into the air, the Real Deal steps over that gam, spins, and drops to her knees, leaving that calf scissored between the back of the younger Sanders’ thigh and calf, and the Brit’s boot pressed against Kristy’s left thigh. Lifting up on that captive boot, the Minnesota Malcontent steps over Shea’s other calf before rolling forward, thoroughly entwining the British beauty’s legendary stems with her own as London is forced over onto her stomach. Getting her knees underneath her, Kristy leans forward to slap on a chinlock, yanking back to once again force Shea’s upper body off the canvas. At least this time, the Sensational One had the small luxury of trying to alleviate some of the strain by pressing her palms against the mat, but this left them too preoccupied to attempt dragging herself toward a tag.
GRAPEVINE STF:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=nN4JvQXFQJ0
“Gonna be a neat trick, bytch,” Sanders Part Deux snarls, “going on one of those legendary ‘Runs’ with your legs shot.”
“Gyyyyuuuuuunnnnhhhhh,” London attempts to offer in retort, but the hands cranking back on her jaw render it mostly a muffled groan.
“Honestly, I don’t even know why you’re putting yourself through this,” Kristy continues, her tone not suggesting any link between her level of understanding and her level of compassion. “Your day is done, Shea, and everyone knows it but you. I know the whole basketball jersey thing was Roxie’s schtick, but really, Shea, you might as well be out here wearing a Wizards 23.”
Releasing the hold, Kristy climbs to her feet before pulling Shea up as well. Reaching around London’s waist, the sturdier blonde attempts to demonstrate her brawn, ready for her turn to take the Deutschland exit into Suplex City. But almost as soon as she leaves her feet, the living legend slips her legs around Kristy’s waist, blocking the attempt. In the next instant, London throws her weight forward, intending to dive through the Real Deal’s parted stems, take her down with a Victory Roll, and slap on an ankle lock…
VICTORY ROLL TRANSITIONED ANKLE LOCK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=cQEmc5SH38g
… only Kristy’s not having any of it. Tightening her grip around the Brit’s waist, Sanders Part Deux slams the brakes on Shea’s counter, leaving the FAWN Original’s upper body hanging between her legs. Pausing only long enough to offer a brief shake of her head, the powerful blonde bridges back, slinging London over her as she does and DRIVING her former tag partner to the mat with an impressive Wheelbarrow Suplex.
WHEELBARROW SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Z6LYAxjO27Q
Climbing to her feet, Kristy moves to her corner and tags her cousin. Without a word passing between them, Kylie gives the Real Deal a small nod with a wicked smirk, before beginning her ascent toward the top turnbuckle. Turning her attention back toward the Sensational One, Sanders Part Deux hairhauls London toward a stooped semblance of verticality. “Enjoy retirement this time, bytch,” Kristy taunts, turning away from Shea, her posterior resting against the back of Shea’s head as she reaches back to gather up the Brit’s arms…
MDKRISTY/DOUBLE STOMP COMBO:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=k6QXmu0gcN4
Had they succeeded, this might very well have proven to be the last time Shea London would grace a FAWN ring. But again, the Sensational One proves ready, pushing up with her legs as Kristy begins to hoist the smaller blonde up and onto her back. This allows the British Bombshell to over-rotate, the resulting force allowing London to break the Minnesota Malcontent’s grasp on her arms and allowing Shea to land on her feet. Her legs buckle on the landing, but they hold long enough to allow the living legend to plant her hands against Kristy’s back and send her forward with a shove, Kristy charging toward her perched cousin and hitting the buckles chest and stomach first. The impact of one Sanders with the turnbuckles sends the other’s feet slipping off the rubber coated steel, Kylie’s descent coming to a painful conclusion, crotch first.
Giving into the inevitable, the Sensational One drops to her tush, launching herself into a backward roll toward her corner. Coming out of the tumble, Shea turns herself to face Honey, but collapses into a heap, face down, still a couple of feet from her partner’s outstretched hand. Across the ring, Kristy slowly slumps toward her knees, Kylie teetering precariously above her. Alas, while Kylie clearly took the worst of it, Kristy begins to shake out the cobwebs…
It’s now or never, both Honey and the FAWNatics know… and so too, it seems, does Shea.
Somehow.
On some level.
Pushing herself off the mat, the Sensational One dives toward her corner, extending her hand. And as gravity pulls her down, London’s palm slaps off Honey’s, propelling the audience into euphoria.
“TAG!” the ref exclaims, Harris exploding through the ropes as Kristy pushes up from her knees and turns away from her corner. As the blondes race toward one other, the Real Deal shows her hand first, raising an arm to catch the younger woman with a clothesline. But Honey ducks under the intended scythe, hooking Sanders’ wing with her right arm before leaping across Kristy’s back. Landing on her feet on her opponent’s other side, the Sweet Sensation locks her left arm around Sanders’ neck and falls back, SPIKING Kristy’s skull with a Floatover DDT.
FLOATOVER DDT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Y1hS4xOy8fQ
Kipping back to her feet, Honey continues toward her original destination. Diving forward, the young Briton grabs the bottom rope with both hands, one on either side of the buckle as she lifts herself into a handstand, her shins slipping around Kylie’s still-bowed noggin. And Honey uses that grip to send the Platinum Pixie crashing to a seat on her ass, Vanilla Chill throwing her head back with a howl of anguish.
HANDSTAND HEADSCISSORS TAKEDOWN:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=7iu_-KBp-Jg
With little wasted motion, Honey pulls herself up and through the ropes, out onto the apron. Climbing to the top rope, the British import makes it there with Kylie only barely back onto her feet, knock-kneed, her back to her own corner. She begins to turn, perhaps hoping to tag out to her cousin. But instead, she catches a pair of boots to the chest, thanks to a Honey Harris missile dropkick.
MISSILE DROPKICK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=R9-jJUiP0XA
Some feet away, Kristy Sanders begins to pick herself up. But, unbeknownst to every competitor in the ring (though not to several thousand screaming FAWNatics), one woman has already made it back to her feet. And that woman, one Sensational Shea London, catches the Minnesota Malcontent with a superkick that drops the powerful blonde back to the deck and sends her rolling out of the ring. That just leaves Kylie and Honey to join the Sensational One, Harris pulling herself upright only moments before a gently swaying Kylie accomplishes the same deed. From behind, Shea charges her former best friend, leaping into the air. Grabbing Chill by the shoulders, London draws her knees up to the smaller blonde’s shoulderblades and falls back, connecting with an emphatic lungblower that launches Kylie back up onto even more rubbery legs…
… which is where Honey meets her, connecting with her second Honey Trap of the contest!
HONEY TRAP:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=FNnQoR0XSyo
As both Briton picks themselves up, Shea directs her partner toward the corner with a nod of her noggin. “’Ead upstairs,” the Sensational One says. When Honey meets the instruction with slightly befuddled blinking, London adds, “Ya’ll know what ta do.”
Nodding, Honey slips out onto the apron. And as she scales the ropes, Shea pulls Kylie up. “I’ll never understand wha’ ‘appened ta ya…” the living legend mutters softly, before snatching a wrist. What initially looks to be an attempt at an Irish whip is suddenly aborted when London reels her foe back toward her, pivoting and reaching behind, grabbing Kylie’s skull and pulling the elfin blonde’s jaw over her shoulder. The Sensational One then kicks out her legs and lays out, London Calling for the Platinum Pixie once more.
LONDON CALLING:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=6NCPRcQVtKE&feature=youtu.be&t=347
Kylie Sanders flops into a boneless starfish. But Shea London merely rolls away from the wreckage of her onetime friend and former partner. Shea London isn’t the legal woman. The legal woman currently stands several feet above the ring. And the British Bombshell’s finisher had left Vanilla Chill conveniently in the drop zone.
And, true to Shea’s words, Honey Harris knows what to do.
Taking a steadying deep breath, the youngest woman in the match raises her hands above her head and dives forward, tucking her body into the 630 degree rotation, her descent ending when Harris’ back crashes down across Kylie’s chest.
READING RAINBOW:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=vD_U5x8V0IM
Honey is propelled to her feet, but she promptly turns and throws herself across the FAWN Original. As she hooks the outside leg and the referee slides into position, a raucous crowd rises and shouts along with the count that the Sensational One marks with raised fingers…
“ONE!
TWO!!
THREE!!!”
As the bell tolls on Hot&Bothered this evening, Honey discards Kylie’s leg and rolls to her back, reclining against the insensate Hawkeye. Harris buries her slackjawed mouth beneath her hands, the young Briton’s wide, incredulous eyes remaining visible underneath fingers spread into ‘V’s.
She had just pinned a FAWN Original. A bona fide first ballot Hall of Famer.
“Ladies and gentlemen,” the announcer declares, “your winners, via pinfall… SHHHEEEAAA LOOONNNDDDOOONNN AND HOOONNNEEEYYY HAAARRRRRRIIISSS!!!!!”
The official offers Honey an assist to her feet before stepping between the victorious blondes, raising both Shea’s and Honey’s hands in triumph. He doesn’t linger, knowing the moment isn’t his, and almost as soon as he’s away, Harris turns and LEAPS onto her partner, slipping her legs around Shea’s hips as she hugs the veteran in her exuberance.
“Easy, kid,” a bemused Shea grins, guiding Honey’s feet back to the mat. “Save somethin’ fer when we win tha tag titles.”
Honey’s eyes, already wide as saucers, now approach the level of fine china. “You… you think we can win the tag titles???”
“Well,” London offers, “I don’t see why we can’t. If we keep partnerin’ together. I thought we made a damn fine team tonight, didn’t you?”
For a few seconds, Harris says nothing. Then, she finally manages to say, “… slap me.”
For perhaps the first time tonight, it’s Shea’s turn to be confused. “Wha’…?”
“So I know this isn’t a dream,” Honey explains.
“Trust me, kid,” Shea answers with a smile, “after our first proper trainin’ session together, ya’re gonna KNOW this isn’t a dream.”
Tonight, our resident clown in the crowd doesn’t give the announcer the opportunity to try to pull any tricks. Without waiting for an opening, he shouts, “ZERO FALLS!”
“ONE fall!” the announcer declares, that stray interjection not registering on his face only once he has completed his duty. And that’s when his features momentarily scrunch up in confusion. “How would that even…?” he begins to ask, but then thinks better of it. “Introducing first, hailing from Manchester, England in the United Kingdom. She stands five feet four inches tall and weighs in this evening at one hundred and twenty pounds. She is the icon… the living legend… the Sensational One herself… SHHHEEEAAA LOOONNNDDDOOONNN!!!!!”
The arena PA system came to life, a voice posing a single question to tonight’s pumped up crowd:
“Do you wanna get rocked?”
Judging by the deafening roar from the FAWNatics, this is precisely their greatest wish.
SHEA LONDON:
”LET’S GET ROCKED”:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=VhM_LxeKgEQ
As Def Leppard’s “Let’s Get Rocked” pumps over the arena’s speakers, the curtains part, and “Sensational” Shea London emerges onto the ramp. While it is said that familiarity breeds contempt, there is nothing but love in the FAWNatics’ response to the returning legend. Just as in her previous appearances since her return, the gorgeous blonde sports a pleasingly “Old School” look: visible underneath an open, traditional, red ring jacket is a one piece proudly emblazoned in the Union Jack, the red stripes of the cross running from the scooped neckline to between her legs and underneath her bosom, respectively, her eyes shielded behind a pair of stylish shades. Red knee and elbow pads along with blue boots complete her ensemble.
The blonde Briton darts down to the ring, her million megawatt smile on full display as she slaps hands with a FAWN fandom populous that still doesn’t seem quite fully ready to believe that this woman might once again be a part of the full time roster. But, back the British beauty truly is, and with a couple of wins under her belt to prove it.
Of course, now some amongst the FAWNatics have had the opportunity to prepare signs to greet Sensational One’s appearance. A particular one catches London’s eyes at ringside: “YOU KNOW THE DIFFERENCE BETWEEN SHEA AND KRISTY? WE ACTUALLY MISSED SHEA!” Another sign prompts London to pause, and to slightly smirk:
“SHEA LONDON’S GREATEST TAG PARTNERS:
1) CASSIE HOPKINS
2) JULIET BLOODWIND
3) KYLIE SANDERS (PRE-LOBOTOMY)
4) JAIME LONDON
5) AMANDA JANE GIRARDI
6) TARA SAWYER
…
697,904,869,870,048,769) KRISTY SANDERS
(THEY DON’T STOCK BIG ENOUGH POSTERBOARD)”
“… it was a strange time,” Shea says with a shrug, then turns and heads to the ring. Climbing the steps, Shea slips between the ropes and steps toward her corner. Mounting the middle rope, London slips her ring jacket down her shoulders, Shea’s grin growing broader as the crowd enjoys the tease...
Once Shea’s feet return to the canvas, the announcer steps back toward center ring, ready to introduce the Sensational One’s opponent.
The original Black Sheep of the Sanders clan fidgets nervously behind the curtain. Any match with the living legend is a showcase but word is London is headed toward an ultimate showdown to crown FAWN’s best ever at Mania IF she could survive tonight.
If she didn’t, Sanders Part Deux would be back on the lips and minds of the booking team and her Third Act would be in full bloom.
The house lights blink to inky blackness. The dark is replaced with twisting, twirling strobes, an inspired swirl of golden spotlights that fill the arena. A feline, feral growl roars over the speakers. Following quickly behind comes the opening strains of Velvet Revolver’s cover of ‘Psycho Killer’
”PSYCHO KILLER”:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=pCZFjZCPC0Y
KRISTY SANDERS:
KYLIE SANDERS:
Knowing Kristy is in cahoots with FAWN’s Most Hated, the Minnesota Malcontent a vital part of Hot&Bothered, the crowd lets loose with a resounding set of boos. And when Sanders appears with her despised cousin at her side, the volume increases to ear-splitting levels.=
The Golden Gopher wears a maroon and metallic gold version of her kin’s wrestling wardrobe, a unique, multi-strapped sports bra topside with boy-cut shorts, black boots and pads.
(https://www.yandy.com/Multi-Strapped-Microfiber-Sports-Bra.php )
Kristy’s shoulder to shoulder with Kylie, both staring down at a former tag partner and now hated enemy, though it’s clear from the disgust on Vanilla Chill’s face, Ky’s enmity is at a whole different level.
The announcer makes London’s lethal foe official for Slaybor Day.
“And her opponent. Hailing from Eden Prairie, Minnesota, standing five feet six inches, weighing in at one hundred and twenty-five pounds… THE REAL DEAL… KRRRIIISSSTTTYYY SAAANNNDDDEEERRRSSS!!!!!”
Kylie moves behind her cousin and massages her shoulders while whispering in an ear. Conspicuously attired in her black and yellow-gold ‘Hawkeye’ version of Kristy’s garb, Sanders the original seems ready for easy insulation in her cousin’s favor.
Keeping to the middle, Vanilla Chill and Minnesota Not-so-nice show little interest in Orlando’s lowlife as the women head down the ramp and aisle together, Jasmine and Cosette leaving it to Chill to be Kristy’s lone backup.
Before reaching the ring, Kristy catches sight of some FAWNatics that don’t seem to hold her in high regard. One in particular holds a sign aloft that states “Sanders comes from the Land of 10,000 Losses”
Kristy feigns boredom long enough to shoot a lightning snatch and tug the sign away, ripping it in half and throwing it at the fan.
“You’re going to wish London stayed a fond memory,” Part Deux assures with a hiss.
Reaching the ring, the Platinum Pixie ascend the steps first, leading her cousin to the apron. Chill opens the ropes wide for Kristy, sitting on the middle and pushing up the top. The Real Deal slides through and claims the middle of the ring while Shea watches carefully from her corner as a smirking Kylie joins Kristy, hazel eyes locked on her long ago British bestie.
Kristy offers a double bicep pose to the nearest lens then nods in the direction of either gun, mouthing the words “LEGEND” and “KILLER”. She kisses each flexed arm as Kylie brings a microphone to her lips.
Sanders ‘tsks’ the Brit.
“What were you thinking Shea? As old as you are, shouldn’t you know better? One Sanders is more than enough to beat you. What do you now with two?”
Chill sweeps a hand down her own frame, lips curled into a predatory smile as the Hawkeye shows herself off. She tosses the stick away. Kristy and Kylie curl in from opposite angles, not waiting for the bell to make the two-on-one battering illegal.
“Kyyyyyyyyylie,” the referee attempts to threaten, but even he knows it’s of little use. After all, from day one part of FAWN’s selling points has been its loose interpretation and application of the rules. He had only marginal authority once the bell sounds, and even less before—and he could not call for the bell to start this match so long as both Sanders girls remained in the ring.
Shea tenses into a defensive crouch, her eyes darting from her left and Kylie to her right and Kristy. While acting from good intentions, the official’s positioning between the Sanders clan as he chastises the Vanilla Chill effectively serves to keep her boxed in, her only available exit dropping to the mat and rolling under the bottom rope. That might have been the smartest thing to do, but the idea of running from either of her former tag partners…
Just then, the sound system comes back to life, a bass guitar rolling over the masses…
”BEST YOU EVER”:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=lN_Lxfeed9A
HONEY HARRIS:
As the first chords of Michelle Branch’s “Best You Ever” begin to pulse over the PA, Honey Harris bursts through the curtain on both sides and onto the stage. The young, blonde British eschews her usual overtures to the FAWNatic, and instead makes a beeline straight down the aisle in a full sprint.
The closer she gets to the ring, the louder it seems that the crowd cheers, as they gain more of an opportunity to take her in. The FAWN rookie’s well-shaped legs are bared, a hint of gold bikini style bottoms (with black trim) just visible beneath the hem a gold tee. Upon the front read the words “SWEET AS” in black type, directly above an illustration of a pot of honey. On the back, below the words “BUT WITH A” is a cartoon bee abdomen—complete with stinger.
Diving under the bottom rope, Honey springs back to her feet in the blink of an eye. Kristy turns toward the new arrival, while Kylie and Shea—FAWN Originals in every sense of the phrase—remain focused purely on each other. And now, the poor ref has TWO women to usher out of the ring, if he wants to get this show on the road…
“Ladies, ladies, ladies…”
Those words don’t come from the ring. They come from the stage, with the arrival of FAWN’s HBIC…
BETHANY CHRISTIAN:
“I can see we’re going to have problems here,” the statuesque brunette observes. “On the one hand, we have a woman who, deep down, realizes that she has never been and will never be anything except measured against the woman her cousin was supposed to square off with tonight, and so feels she has to insinuate herself into the proceedings. While on the other hand, we have a little girl, desperately begging senpai to notice her.”
Honey can’t keep her cheeks from flushing, either from anger, embarrassment, or a combination thereof.
“So,” Bethany continues, “if these two want to get involved so badly, then I am officially making this a TAG TEAM match! Have at it, ladies.”
Christian turns to depart, not even bothering to wait for any protests from the Platinum Pixie. Harris, meanwhile, circles over to her new tag team partner, the duo exchanging a few thoughts amongst themselves.
And then, the younger blonde slips through the ropes, to take up her station in her team’s corner.
The cousins backtrack to their territory, keeping their eyes glued on their foes as they discuss the change of odds. Despite some contentious words, it’s the woman not originally scheduled who remains, Vanilla Chill determined to wipe the smug look off London’s mug. As Kristy slips through the strands, the bell brings the newly anointed tag match to order and Sanders races out of the corner.
A coiled Shea is ready to strike the charging Hawkeye when Kylie skids to a stop a couple feet out of reach, pointing at her temple.
“I know you better than anyone in this business,” Sanders pronounces, “including how to beat you.”
“Then why haven’t you used that knowledge, luv,” Shea remarks, guiltily grinning.
“Shut it, limey,” Sanders growls, joining Shea in a tightening circle around the ring before the blondes surge together, locking in a collar-and-elbow, the long-time rivals working for every bit of leverage each can muster.
Shea breaks free and breezily slips under an arm ending behind the Platinum Pixie. She slaps on a tight, cinching waistlock, pivots, then lifts and tosses Kylie to the canvas, Sanders landing on her chest, more surprised than hurt. She scrambles to her feet, Shea not attempting to press her advantage.
A furious Ky snorts at Shea and combs a set of fingers through her silvery bob.
“Once a bytch. Always a bytch,” Kylie hisses. “You better reconsider playing with me, London. You won’t like the results.”
“If I don’t play with ya, what good are ya?”
The words from the Sensational One aren’t exactly calming, Sanders’ face flushing with anger. Knowing she doesn’t have the speed to make a rush attack successful, Chill strides into another collar-and-elbow, only for Shea to slip out with the left wrist of the Hawkeye in tow. She dips under and around, pressing Sanders’ chicken-winged limb tight to the platinum blonde’s back. Ratcheting the arm higher, Kylie yips in pain, rising to tiptoes to try and relieve it.
“Cat amongst tha pigeons,” London whispers in Kylie’s ear.
Sanders throws her opposite elbow back, trying to drive the point home, but London halves her grip on one arm to end hooking around both. Shea steers the furious and fidgeting Kylie around the ring, showing off her captured foe until Sanders throws her bum backward, plunging it into London’s pelvis.
The Pleasant Valley Pariah claims some slack from her booty bump and shakes Shea off with another. Spinning, Ky surges toward London, swinging a clothesline at her foe’s collarbone, but London ducks under. Sliding to a stop, Sanders turn to find London mid-leap with a dropkick aimed at her jaw. But it’s Kylie’s turn to show some agility and forethought, sweeping the attack to her side.
With Shea landing on her chest, the Brit quickly pushes to all fours on her way up, but Kylie mounts her in a forward-facing straddle, her hands shooting to London’s dirty blonde locks to vicious tug on Shea’s mane. With the Manchester native’s head in her hands she flattens her palms on either side and twists the braincase in a head vise, seemingly wishing to unscrew London’s head from her body.
While Shea grimaces from the unwanted attention, she’s able to shrug Kylie up her body, push off her palms and wrap her arms around Kylie’s thighs. With Ky seated on a kneeling Shea’s shoulders, and before Sanders can add a standing head scissors, London shows she still has enough strength to go right at it her fellow lightweights.
The Sensational One pushes to her feet, putting a wide-eyed Kylie in an electric chair. Reflexively, the apprehensive Chill releases her grip on Shea’s noggin to use her arms for balance. But there’s only so much that can be maintained when Shea lays out and Kylie’s spine CRASHES to the deck.
Sanders arches in pain from the impact as London releases her foe’s lower limbs, steps over Ky and ‘hands the keys’ to Honey with a tag.
Harris hops over the ropes like she’s on a spring, seemingly in a state of disbelief she’s tagging with her hero. And as Sanders is reaching her feet, Honey PLANTS Kylie with a dropkick to the chin, decking the elfin blonde with enough power to send Sanders back somersaulting to finish on her chest.
With Kristy complaining, her singles showcase already gone and her cousin struggling out of the gate, the original Sanders pushes to all fours, shaking out some cobwebs. Honey’s already on the move, leaping into the middle cable not far from Chill. Grabbing the top with both hands, she uses the strand as a springboard and leaps into the void, bringing a BIG back elbow to the base of Kylie’s spine, flattening the Platinum Pixie to the deck with a loud groan.
The Sweet Sensation passes on a pin, instead waiting in Kylie’s blind spot for the veteran to rise. Harris sinks into an expectant crouch, ready to knock the chill out of Vanilla. Honey motions for Sanders to rise while Kristy tries to raise the alarm. Kylie pushes to her feet, blissfully unaware. She starts to turn and Honey rushes toward her, leaving her feet and drawing her knees up toward Kylie’s chin while the Sweet Sensation’s hands slip behind her opponent’s head.
Honey lands on her back, making her knees a brutal stopping point for Kylie’s already dented jaw. Ky shoots to the canvas at warp speed from the impact, the back of her head THUMPING into the deck, a victim of the Brit’s Honey Trap.
HONEY TRAP:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=FNnQoR0XSyo
On her back and in a daze, Sanders doesn’t react as Harris dives atop her in a lateral press, Honey hooking a leg for the…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOO!
Honey learns how tenacious Kylie can be as the Hawkeye punches a shoulder off the canvas to keep Hot&Bothered alive. From the sidelines, Kristy urges her cousin on.
Honey guides the beleaguered Chill to her feet and takes off for the ropes in front of her. Sanders, desperate to turn the growing tide, follows, ready for a rebound, but perhaps not the kind Honey has in mind. Harris leaps to the middle rope and bounds off blindly toward Kylie in reverse. Sanders catches her foe around the waist to deliver a stop to the Sensational momentum, but the Brit throws her body forward in a flip, drawing Kylie forward and DOWN, Sanders faceplanting into the deck courtesy the Honeycomb Facebuster.
HONEYCOMB FACEBUSTER:
youtu.be/RJTsJ1TNR20?t=84
Again, the hapless Kylie is horizontal, this time face down and meekly stirring while an energized Honey calls to Shea to see if she wants to come back in. London waves the youngster on.
But in the meantime, a frustrated Kristy’s left her post, slid under the bottom rope and grabbed a wrist of her partner, tugging her overwhelmed kin toward the outside. Before she can fully accomplish the task, Honey realizes and grabs an ankle.
It’s become a tug of war with the mewling Chill as the rope.
Harris does an admirable job of holding her ground, but if Kristy can come in without a tag, then Shea London doesn’t see any impediments to joining the festivities herself. It helps that the official finds himself ties up with trying to order the younger Sanders out of the ring, which allows the British Bombshell to slip through the ropes without a care. The FAWNatics respond to the living legend’s entry with a roar, one which only grows louder as London charges toward the tug o’ war.
“’ONEY,” the Sensational One shouts, “DOWN!”
The Sweet Sensation only had an instant to register and process her partner’s instructions. After all, it wasn’t like the duo had spent much time preparing intricate double teams to unleash on unsuspecting foes. Sure, Honey’s rescue of Shea following the veteran’s victory over Beth Jenkins had lead to a couple of training sessions together, but the emphasis there had been on individual work. Suggesting a partnership to an icon of Shea’s standing was an intimidating proposition, and it was a question Honey had yet to summon the courage to pop.
And yet…
Whatever Shea might be intending, Honey reasons, she probably needs Kristy to remain pretty much where she is. So the younger Brit keeps her grip on Kylie’s ankle as she leans her upper body forward. No longer pulling on the Platinum Pixie’s gam with an intent to draw her away from the Sanders corner, Honey instead aims to maintain a stalemate. Right up until the point of feeling a pair of hands plant themselves against her back.
Showing that some ‘hops’ remain in those forty-one year old legs, London leapfrogs her new partner, sailing over Honey and toward Kristy, parting her stems enough to allow her to land in a straddle of Kristy’s noggin, atop her shoulders. Kristy’s eyes widen in shock, the blonde hardbody instinctively releasing her grip on her cousin to bring her hands up to Shea’s thighs. Naturally, denied the resistance of the Real Deal’s efforts, Honey takes a tumble backward, landing on her backside with an awkward meep…
Fortunately for her, though, most of the crowd’s attention remains captivated by her partner, as Shea takes Kristy down to the mat with a hurricanrana that rips the Minnesota Malcontent off her feet and sends her stumbling toward the ropes. Those cables do little to break the blonde’s momentum, and Kristy goes crashing down to the floor below.
The referee is ready to tell a rising London to get back to her corner, but Shea raises her hands and heads in that direction without any prompting. “I’m goin’, I’m goin’,” the British Bombshell sighs, while Honey picks herself off the deck. Claiming both of Kylie’s ankles this time, Harris drags the Pleasant Valley Pariah away from her corner and closer to British territory, lining Sanders up with the buckles before stuffing the FAWN Original’s feet under her arms.
The Sweet Sensation then falls backward, launching Kylie into enemy territory with a simple yet effective catapult. Kylie meets the top turnbuckle chest first, letting out a dull groan as the impact knocks some of the wind out of her sails. Moving in after her, Honey turns the veteran’s back toward the corner, before reaching over Sanders’ shoulders and smacking a high five with the Sensational One.
“Tag!” the official calls out, recognizing the exchange. London makes a legal return to the ring, but Honey lingers as her partner slips through the ropes. “Follow my lead, yeah?” the older blonde tells Harris, who nods her assent. And when Shea reaches for Kylie’s head, Honey does likewise, the duo depositing the Platinum Pixie roughly on her rump by way of a double snapmare.
The Sweet Sensation looks up from the wincing Sanders to meet Shea’s gaze. And Shea casts a quick glance back toward their opponent, apparently offering some silent instruction to her new partner… and protégé? Harris offers a less than certain nod before both British blondes turn their attention to Kylie. And, in surprisingly impressive unison, Shea and Honey each launch themselves over one of the Hawkeye’s shoulders, reaching out to grab Kylie by the back of the head and slam her face into the canvas, between her parted stems, with a diving double neck snap.
A glassy-eyed Sanders whiplashes up from the impact, but that doesn’t last long. The Pleasant Valley Pariah soon topples backwards, winding up sprawled in a starfish on her back. The British beauties quickly pick themselves up, each taking an ankle and pulling Kylie a little closer to center ring. With a Briton off each of Kylie’s flanks, London and Harris again exchange high five’s—only this time, their fingers lace together, and they drop a pair of cocked elbows into the elfin blonde’s bosom.
And again, with surprising synchronicity, the Sweet Sensation and the Sensational One kip back to their feet, drawing a thunderous roar from the capacity crowd!
“Almost like it’s meant ta be, eh?” Shea asks her partner with a playful wink, Honey’s only response a sheepish grin before she heads toward their corner. Kylie, meanwhile, has managed to roll over to her stomach, but she finds herself facing the wrong direction to crawl toward a tag…
… and, before she can turn around, London swoops in. Shoving Vanilla Chill’s right foot against the pit of her left knee, Kylie’s onetime bestie turns her back on her opponent, the back of Shea’s right calf against Sanders’ left boot, keeping Kylie’s other foot locked in place. The Sensational One then bridges back, her hands claiming the chin of her fellow FAWN Original as she cinches in the Muta Lock.
“Whattaya say, Ky?” the official asks.
“Noooaaaaaggghhhhhhh!!!!” FAWN’s Most Hated snaps, but before she can offer any further or more colorful protests, London pulls one hand away from Kylie’s jaw, slipping that arm underneath Sanders’ wing before doing the same with the other. And when the Sensational One clasps her hands together behind Kylie’s back, Sanders finds herself trapped in a brutal CHICKENWING Muta Lock!
CHICKENWING MUTA LOCK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=boer_Ie7MDE
It’s a hold as ingenious as it is torturous. While it might be early in the contest, Kylie now finds herself on her belly, not only with her legs tied up, but with her arms now trussed up as well. Denied the use of her elbows, dragging herself and Shea over to the ropes might not be impossible, but it would be a considerable challenge, and would cost Ky a considerable amount of energy.
If the strain on her body didn’t force a submission before then.
Which is why the Minnesota Malcontent wastes no time in sliding through the ropes, marching over to Shea and driving a boot into the British blonde’s vulnerable belly. The Sensational One releases the hold with a winded groan, the referee—who had been fully focused on watching Kylie for any sign of surrender—rising from one knee to read the younger Sanders the riot act.
Honey starts to draw herself through the ropes, but the official successfully manages to keep Kristy from pressing any illegal advantage by ushering her back toward her corner. And at any rate, London is already climbing back toward verticality, the Real Deal’s boot proving more inconvenience than match-turning. With the ref tied up with Kristy, Shea doesn’t immediately go for the tag. Instead, she pivots and heads toward the near ropes, rebounding off those cables and dropping a leg that might not be Sensational, but still proves up to the task of keeping Kylie incapacitated for the moment.
With Kristy now properly expelled, Shea tags out to Honey. But as the younger Brit enters the ring, Shea climbs onto the middle rope, momentarily allowing herself to take a seat on the top turnbuckle. Off of the Sweet Sensation’s quizzical expression, the Sensational One grins and says, “Let’s see if those instincts keep servin’ ya well.” London then goes airborne…
… only instead of flying towards Kylie, the living legend launches herself at HONEY!
For a moment, alarm and indecision registers on the youngster’s features. But when Shea twists herself in mid-flight so that her back is to her partner, Harris begins to clue in. As Honey wraps her arms around London’s waist, Shea’s legs slip around Harris’ midsection. Bringing her hands to the canvas, the Sensational One propels herself upward with a push up, the Sweet Sensation providing a little extra oomph as she turns toward the downed Sanders and tossing her partner away, Shea landing back first against Kylie’s torso with a wheelbarrow senton.
WHEELBARROW SENTON:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=YWCeuviY5m8
As London rolls under the bottom rope, Honey throws herself across Kylie’s chest, gathering up and hooking the outside leg for…
ONE…
TWO…
THNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Sanders kicks out.
Grabbing a wrist, Honey tugs the Pleasant Valley Pariah up onto rubbery legs. “Off you go, you Naughty Dottie,” the younger blonde says with a smile, setting her feet and launching Kylie toward the ropes with an Irish whip. But Sanders’ stems prove to still have a little resolve when the FAWN Original digs in and reverses the whip. As Harris departs in a sprint toward the cables, Kylie’s eyes light up as she notices that her cousin happens to be on the appropriate side of the ringpost to intercept this annoyingly saccharine sweetheart, should she choose to…
… and Kristy chooses. The Minnesota Malcontent edges her way down the apron as Honey draws nearer, waiting until the EXACT moment that Harris starts to turn her back toward the rubber coated steel before raising her knee, driving the bony joint into the base of the unsuspecting blonde’s spine.
Honey lets out a cry as, instead of hurtling back toward Kylie, she instead staggers forward, back arched and legs buckling. Moving more swiftly to meet her, Vanilla Chill’s hands shoot forward, plunging into the young Briton’s flaxen mane on either side of her head before Sanders jumps into the air. Spreading her legs into a wide ‘V’, Kylie drops to a seat on the canvas, yanking Honey down along with her and SLAMMING the novice’s mug into the mat with a sitout facebuster.
Having played victim for a little too long to push her advantage, and with the Black Sheep demanding entry, Kylie nods at her stewing cuz and crawls to Part Deux, diving to a tag. Kristy flies through the cables and scoops the rising Honey up from arears, sweeping Harris off her feet behind her knees. With the high flyer like a babe in Sanders’ arms, Kristy lifts her high then drops to a knee, trying to split Honey’s spine with a simple but effective backbreaker.
Kristy presses down on either side of the fulcrum, curling Harris in a direction she was never designed to go. The Brit yelps in pain and the sound is quickly turned to a guttural groan when Kristy lifts her arms, laces her fingers, and pounds a double axhandle into Honey’s midriff. Harris jackknifes atop Kristy’s knee until the Real Deal shoves her off, Shea’s partner thumping to the canvas and hugging her tummy while a nodding Kristy rises and stares at London.
“You aren’t in control anymore, has-been,” Part Deux growls, taking a not-so-backhanded swipe at her partner as much as the Sensational One.
Kylie’s in no condition to know or care, still sitting on the apron’s edge, turned away from the action, in full recovery mode.
Kristy, however, has her nails in the blonde’s scalp and tugs Harris to her feet. She swings back to back with Harris, hooking her elbows with Honey’s. The power of the Mauler is on display when she shrugs Honey off her boot soles and into a backpack position across the bent Sanders. With all four limbs locked in, Honey can do little but shake her head in worry as Kristy skillfully switches her grip to around Honey’s throat then lays out, PLOWING the features of Shea’s would-be protégé into the thinly-covered plywood with her Twin Cities Tumbler facebuster.
TWIN CITIES TUMBLER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=zUnS9XJdtxo
Honey’s impact sends her flopping to her back, an inviting target for a pin, but Kristy’s waited a long time to stretch her muscles and she hops to the middle rope instead, using it as a springboard to turn 90 degrees and drop a leg across Honey’s neck. The blonde shudders from the impact, grasping at her throat and generally looking like a fish out of water. But still a surly Kristy isn’t looking for the three-count. Instead, she turns to Shea.
“You’re leaving your legacy to her?” Sanders asks pointedly, shaking her head in disbelief. “Why don’t I just take it from you before you go.”
Sanders peels Honey off the deck and heaves her to Sweet Sensation’s corner. It’s London’s turn to shake her head at Kristy’s disrespect of both Honey and her.
“Take a break, kid.” Shea says, slapping Harris’ shoulder and entering carefully as her protégé exits.
But before the legend can get fully through, Kristy springs her trap, charging and laying into London with a barrage of fists and forearms. Shea forces her way into the squared circle, halts the assault with a meaty chop to Kristy’s décolletage, and turns to race to the far ropes and get the rhythm of the match heated up into a London Run.
But Shea only gets a step before Part Deux snatches her dirty blonde locks from behind and RIPS the Manchester native off her feet. Sanders pounds away with piston-like stomps, making a mudhole out of the face of FAWN.
With the Sensational One properly pacified, Kristy peels London off the canvas, deadlifting the legend across her chest and carrying her to center stage. She shows off the power her more infamous cousin lacks. To her credit, any jealousy Kylie might feel is dwarfed by seeing Shea in peril and Ky claps loudly and enthusiastically when the Real Deal sends London flying to a crash landing with her Fallaway Slam.
FALLAWAY SLAM:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=aRAE0XAx_mE
Shea rolls up to her knees, hand stretching for her lower spine as her back arches in pain from the impact. Kristy isn’t about to stop making her point. Sanders bullies the smaller Brit back to her feet. She drives a toe kick DEEP into Shea’s flat tummy, doubling her over. The Mauler then spins away from the bent London, placing her backside into the crown of the legend’s cranium.
Kristy hooks both arms of the Sensational One and spins in a 180 so she’s bent behind a vertical Shea, ready to launch London to a heels over head position on her back then send London back into retirement with an MDKrsty.
MDKRISTY:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=nQsHUaasndo
But before Sanders can get London off the canvas, she shoots a blind mule kick behind her, plunging a heel into Kristy’s breadbasket, a second and a third free Shea. The Englishwoman spins to face the still doubled Kristy. She dives over the top and pulls Sanders to the canvas with a sunset flip, Kristy stacked on her shoulders for
ONE…
TWO…
Part Deux throws a shoulder up, rolling to her chest and pushing to all fours.
Shea dips to wrap a waistlock around Kylie’s cousin. She hauls the blonde hardbody to her feet and simply keeps going, sweeping Sanders up and over with a Bridging German Suplex. Kristy’s shoulders are planted to the canvas, London in a beautiful arch, keeping Kristy in place while Kylie screams furiously from the sidelines, the Platinum Pixie livid over the legend’s blatant gimmick infringement.
Copyright infringed or no, the ref slaps the canvas as Part Deux’s legs bicycle above her, London holding on through…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOO!
Kristy kicks free and tumbles to her side. As Shea kips to her feet to continue her Run, the Black Sheep wants no more and butt scoots toward the Hot&Bothered corner, pushing a pleading palm forward to beg off.
Shea waves Sanders off with a backhand flick or two, knowing the opportunity she’ll have with Kristy’s tag. Reaching her corner, Part Deux reaches up and behind her. Kylie looks long and hard at the hand, then at Shea, then at the hand. As Kristy begins to look worried, a dismayed Ky tags her kin.
She demands London back off and Shea provides her long ago partner a free entrance. Chill worriedly slips a leg through then pulls it back like she’s doing the Hokey-Pokey.
“I said keep her back!” the Platinum Pixie insists.
The Sensational One recedes to no more than a couple steps from her corner, finally convincing Kylie it’s safe to enter. Sanders slides through and circles out, Shea joining her in a rotation around the ring. Gradually, the distance between the long ago friends and longtime rivals shrinks, until finally both London and Sanders reach to lock up in a collar and elbow. Only when Kylie’s hands latch onto Shea’s shoulders, the elfin blonde pivots her hip and thrusts a kneelift upward, connecting with Shea’s…
Well, that was the $64 Million Dollar Question.
It definitely connects south of the British blonde’s navel, but just how far south is unclear. Alas, what proves crystal clear is the impact of the kneelift on the Sensational One, Shea’s legs instantly buckling as she slumps forward. The referee starts to raise a hand, but before he can question the wicked Hawkeye’s intent, Sanders follows up with a pair of kneelifts that clearly plow into the doubled blonde’s belly, another that mashes into her bosom, and a parting kneelift that drives into London’s jaw, rocking the living legend back onto her heels before Shea turns away from her foe.
Sanders nuzzles in against her reeling opponent’s back, reaching around Shea’s waist to pull her into a snug embrace—not one intended to comfort the Briton, but instead to punish, Kylie popping her hips and bridging back, repaying the Sensational One’s alleged gimmick infringement with (in Kylie’s mind) a real deal of a German suplex. Shea’s head and shoulders SLAM into the canvas, the Brit tumbling out of her matchbook to come to a shuddering rest at the foot of the Hot&Bothered corner.
Kylie doesn’t bother climbing to her feet. Instead, the Platinum Pixie scoots into a straddle of Shea’s rump. Leaning forward, Sanders threads her arms underneath London’s, her fingers lacing together behind her onetime mentor’s head as she leans back. As a result, the Sensational One finds herself brought out of her stupor in the most excruciating manor, her spine forced into a thoroughly unnatural angle as Kylie ensnares her in her full nelson camel clutch.
FULL NELSON CAMEL CLUTCH:
youtu.be/8vy9pNTJaGk?t=74
As much as it galls her, the strain on her vertebrae leave Shea with little choice but to squeal in agony, her trussed up arms extending in futility above her head. While the punishment inflicted by the hold satisfies the elfin blonde greatly, there’s still a sliver of disappointment in London’s bound arms denying her the luxury of leaning in and whispering her words into the Brit’s ear. Nevertheless, Kylie twists the anguished blonde to cast squinted eyes toward her own corner, impossibly far away, where Honey Harris does everything in her power to rally London’s Legions behind their heroine.
“Seriously, though,” Vanilla Cheer sneers, “that’s the Next Great Hope for British Wrestling? She makes Young ‘n’ Dumb Me look like… like…”
Kylie’s voice trails off, as she looks over Shea’s shoulder and suspended arm, toward the Briton’s corner. At the moment, Honey’s back is to the action, one hand clutching the tag rope while the other waves toward the sky, imploring the FAWNatics to keep raising the volume. And damn if the idiots aren’t following along with their conductor’s wand. As the Platinum Pixie continues to glare toward London’s new partner, she can feel her anger growing.
It’s the sort of anger that can only come with familiarity.
Unlacing her fingers, Chill releases one half of the nelson, reaching that hand behind her with her palm upturned. Kristy ducks her body through the ropes, reaching into the ring to give her cousin five, and to tag herself back into the match. As the official recognizes the exchange, Kylie at last fully breaks the hold, sending the Sensational One slamming into the mat face and chest first with a forceful shove.
As the Hawkeye rises, a mewling Shea crawls out from between Kylie’s legs. The departing Sanders makes no effort to restrain London’s attempts to drag herself toward a tag, but it hardly proves necessary as the Sensational One makes it maybe a foot out of enemy territory before Kristy nudges the reeling blonde to her back and grabs an ankle. Lifting London’s left leg into the air, the Real Deal steps over that gam, spins, and drops to her knees, leaving that calf scissored between the back of the younger Sanders’ thigh and calf, and the Brit’s boot pressed against Kristy’s left thigh. Lifting up on that captive boot, the Minnesota Malcontent steps over Shea’s other calf before rolling forward, thoroughly entwining the British beauty’s legendary stems with her own as London is forced over onto her stomach. Getting her knees underneath her, Kristy leans forward to slap on a chinlock, yanking back to once again force Shea’s upper body off the canvas. At least this time, the Sensational One had the small luxury of trying to alleviate some of the strain by pressing her palms against the mat, but this left them too preoccupied to attempt dragging herself toward a tag.
GRAPEVINE STF:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=nN4JvQXFQJ0
“Gonna be a neat trick, bytch,” Sanders Part Deux snarls, “going on one of those legendary ‘Runs’ with your legs shot.”
“Gyyyyuuuuuunnnnhhhhh,” London attempts to offer in retort, but the hands cranking back on her jaw render it mostly a muffled groan.
“Honestly, I don’t even know why you’re putting yourself through this,” Kristy continues, her tone not suggesting any link between her level of understanding and her level of compassion. “Your day is done, Shea, and everyone knows it but you. I know the whole basketball jersey thing was Roxie’s schtick, but really, Shea, you might as well be out here wearing a Wizards 23.”
Releasing the hold, Kristy climbs to her feet before pulling Shea up as well. Reaching around London’s waist, the sturdier blonde attempts to demonstrate her brawn, ready for her turn to take the Deutschland exit into Suplex City. But almost as soon as she leaves her feet, the living legend slips her legs around Kristy’s waist, blocking the attempt. In the next instant, London throws her weight forward, intending to dive through the Real Deal’s parted stems, take her down with a Victory Roll, and slap on an ankle lock…
VICTORY ROLL TRANSITIONED ANKLE LOCK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=cQEmc5SH38g
… only Kristy’s not having any of it. Tightening her grip around the Brit’s waist, Sanders Part Deux slams the brakes on Shea’s counter, leaving the FAWN Original’s upper body hanging between her legs. Pausing only long enough to offer a brief shake of her head, the powerful blonde bridges back, slinging London over her as she does and DRIVING her former tag partner to the mat with an impressive Wheelbarrow Suplex.
WHEELBARROW SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Z6LYAxjO27Q
Climbing to her feet, Kristy moves to her corner and tags her cousin. Without a word passing between them, Kylie gives the Real Deal a small nod with a wicked smirk, before beginning her ascent toward the top turnbuckle. Turning her attention back toward the Sensational One, Sanders Part Deux hairhauls London toward a stooped semblance of verticality. “Enjoy retirement this time, bytch,” Kristy taunts, turning away from Shea, her posterior resting against the back of Shea’s head as she reaches back to gather up the Brit’s arms…
MDKRISTY/DOUBLE STOMP COMBO:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=k6QXmu0gcN4
Had they succeeded, this might very well have proven to be the last time Shea London would grace a FAWN ring. But again, the Sensational One proves ready, pushing up with her legs as Kristy begins to hoist the smaller blonde up and onto her back. This allows the British Bombshell to over-rotate, the resulting force allowing London to break the Minnesota Malcontent’s grasp on her arms and allowing Shea to land on her feet. Her legs buckle on the landing, but they hold long enough to allow the living legend to plant her hands against Kristy’s back and send her forward with a shove, Kristy charging toward her perched cousin and hitting the buckles chest and stomach first. The impact of one Sanders with the turnbuckles sends the other’s feet slipping off the rubber coated steel, Kylie’s descent coming to a painful conclusion, crotch first.
Giving into the inevitable, the Sensational One drops to her tush, launching herself into a backward roll toward her corner. Coming out of the tumble, Shea turns herself to face Honey, but collapses into a heap, face down, still a couple of feet from her partner’s outstretched hand. Across the ring, Kristy slowly slumps toward her knees, Kylie teetering precariously above her. Alas, while Kylie clearly took the worst of it, Kristy begins to shake out the cobwebs…
It’s now or never, both Honey and the FAWNatics know… and so too, it seems, does Shea.
Somehow.
On some level.
Pushing herself off the mat, the Sensational One dives toward her corner, extending her hand. And as gravity pulls her down, London’s palm slaps off Honey’s, propelling the audience into euphoria.
“TAG!” the ref exclaims, Harris exploding through the ropes as Kristy pushes up from her knees and turns away from her corner. As the blondes race toward one other, the Real Deal shows her hand first, raising an arm to catch the younger woman with a clothesline. But Honey ducks under the intended scythe, hooking Sanders’ wing with her right arm before leaping across Kristy’s back. Landing on her feet on her opponent’s other side, the Sweet Sensation locks her left arm around Sanders’ neck and falls back, SPIKING Kristy’s skull with a Floatover DDT.
FLOATOVER DDT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Y1hS4xOy8fQ
Kipping back to her feet, Honey continues toward her original destination. Diving forward, the young Briton grabs the bottom rope with both hands, one on either side of the buckle as she lifts herself into a handstand, her shins slipping around Kylie’s still-bowed noggin. And Honey uses that grip to send the Platinum Pixie crashing to a seat on her ass, Vanilla Chill throwing her head back with a howl of anguish.
HANDSTAND HEADSCISSORS TAKEDOWN:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=7iu_-KBp-Jg
With little wasted motion, Honey pulls herself up and through the ropes, out onto the apron. Climbing to the top rope, the British import makes it there with Kylie only barely back onto her feet, knock-kneed, her back to her own corner. She begins to turn, perhaps hoping to tag out to her cousin. But instead, she catches a pair of boots to the chest, thanks to a Honey Harris missile dropkick.
MISSILE DROPKICK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=R9-jJUiP0XA
Some feet away, Kristy Sanders begins to pick herself up. But, unbeknownst to every competitor in the ring (though not to several thousand screaming FAWNatics), one woman has already made it back to her feet. And that woman, one Sensational Shea London, catches the Minnesota Malcontent with a superkick that drops the powerful blonde back to the deck and sends her rolling out of the ring. That just leaves Kylie and Honey to join the Sensational One, Harris pulling herself upright only moments before a gently swaying Kylie accomplishes the same deed. From behind, Shea charges her former best friend, leaping into the air. Grabbing Chill by the shoulders, London draws her knees up to the smaller blonde’s shoulderblades and falls back, connecting with an emphatic lungblower that launches Kylie back up onto even more rubbery legs…
… which is where Honey meets her, connecting with her second Honey Trap of the contest!
HONEY TRAP:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=FNnQoR0XSyo
As both Briton picks themselves up, Shea directs her partner toward the corner with a nod of her noggin. “’Ead upstairs,” the Sensational One says. When Honey meets the instruction with slightly befuddled blinking, London adds, “Ya’ll know what ta do.”
Nodding, Honey slips out onto the apron. And as she scales the ropes, Shea pulls Kylie up. “I’ll never understand wha’ ‘appened ta ya…” the living legend mutters softly, before snatching a wrist. What initially looks to be an attempt at an Irish whip is suddenly aborted when London reels her foe back toward her, pivoting and reaching behind, grabbing Kylie’s skull and pulling the elfin blonde’s jaw over her shoulder. The Sensational One then kicks out her legs and lays out, London Calling for the Platinum Pixie once more.
LONDON CALLING:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=6NCPRcQVtKE&feature=youtu.be&t=347
Kylie Sanders flops into a boneless starfish. But Shea London merely rolls away from the wreckage of her onetime friend and former partner. Shea London isn’t the legal woman. The legal woman currently stands several feet above the ring. And the British Bombshell’s finisher had left Vanilla Chill conveniently in the drop zone.
And, true to Shea’s words, Honey Harris knows what to do.
Taking a steadying deep breath, the youngest woman in the match raises her hands above her head and dives forward, tucking her body into the 630 degree rotation, her descent ending when Harris’ back crashes down across Kylie’s chest.
READING RAINBOW:
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Honey is propelled to her feet, but she promptly turns and throws herself across the FAWN Original. As she hooks the outside leg and the referee slides into position, a raucous crowd rises and shouts along with the count that the Sensational One marks with raised fingers…
“ONE!
TWO!!
THREE!!!”
As the bell tolls on Hot&Bothered this evening, Honey discards Kylie’s leg and rolls to her back, reclining against the insensate Hawkeye. Harris buries her slackjawed mouth beneath her hands, the young Briton’s wide, incredulous eyes remaining visible underneath fingers spread into ‘V’s.
She had just pinned a FAWN Original. A bona fide first ballot Hall of Famer.
“Ladies and gentlemen,” the announcer declares, “your winners, via pinfall… SHHHEEEAAA LOOONNNDDDOOONNN AND HOOONNNEEEYYY HAAARRRRRRIIISSS!!!!!”
The official offers Honey an assist to her feet before stepping between the victorious blondes, raising both Shea’s and Honey’s hands in triumph. He doesn’t linger, knowing the moment isn’t his, and almost as soon as he’s away, Harris turns and LEAPS onto her partner, slipping her legs around Shea’s hips as she hugs the veteran in her exuberance.
“Easy, kid,” a bemused Shea grins, guiding Honey’s feet back to the mat. “Save somethin’ fer when we win tha tag titles.”
Honey’s eyes, already wide as saucers, now approach the level of fine china. “You… you think we can win the tag titles???”
“Well,” London offers, “I don’t see why we can’t. If we keep partnerin’ together. I thought we made a damn fine team tonight, didn’t you?”
For a few seconds, Harris says nothing. Then, she finally manages to say, “… slap me.”
For perhaps the first time tonight, it’s Shea’s turn to be confused. “Wha’…?”
“So I know this isn’t a dream,” Honey explains.
“Trust me, kid,” Shea answers with a smile, “after our first proper trainin’ session together, ya’re gonna KNOW this isn’t a dream.”