Post by hawkeye on Apr 13, 2020 0:58:33 GMT
With Portia’s claiming much of the tag division is hiding from her Gold Standard, forcing them to take Heartbroken off as part of an early reign vacation, one that saw the champs party at VanBuren’s Riviera estate instead of defend, the crowd erupts with glee when a few chords of ‘Happy’ from Pharell Williams fills the arena.
(https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=y6Sxv-sUYtM )
They rise to their feet as one, clapping in time with the music. The FAWNatics know the delightful, upbeat sounds trumpet the arrival of a pair of flighty, free-wheeling, often airborne Upstarts. And it’s proven mere seconds later when a tawny bedimpled fan favorite dances to center stage with the organization’s resident Rave Queen at her side.
CHLOE FIELDS:
KATYA MICHALKA:
Bouncing off each other, an aura of kinetic energy surrounds both women. The little ladies share a hug and a high five, the Ukrainian and the native daughter of the organization’s home state enjoying their time together before a HUGE moment in their respective careers.
Each Upstart boogies their way down the ramp and aisle, slapping hands with as many followers as each can reach. And amidst the love fest, the PA blares to life.
“Your next contest will be one fall with a 30-minute time limit and is for the FAWN Tag Team Championships. Introducing first…from Boca Raton, Florida and Kiev, Ukraine respectively…proud members of the Upstarts clan…Chloe ‘Strawberry’ Fields and Katya Michalka.”
The duo waves strenuously to every corner of the arena when they reach the ring. Katya bangs her head and twirls her hips in a hot pink cropped tee, neon blue hot pants with white ankle boots and rainbow-colored legwarmers up to mid-thigh. Her familiar multi-colored assortment of ‘kandi’ bracelets are missing, but she makes up for it by distributing glo-sticks as far as her arm can send them, waves rippling through the assembled as they scramble for the souvenirs.
Having sent all her gifts flying, Kat slides into the ring while Chloe continues to dispense hugs to residents of the front row before finally hopping to the apron.
The former lightweight champion grabs the top rope and vaults into the ring in her iconic pink and black ruffled two piece with mini-skirted bottoms ( reverse coloring of the following: ( shop.nordstrom.com/S/profile-by-gottex-bikini-top-skirted-bottoms/3196092?origin=category&resultback=798 ) pink boots and black pads.
Fields points to the sky in honor of her bestest buddy Straw Beary (http://imageshack.us/photo/my-images/52/sbeare.jpg/ ), the plushie having been sent to his maker by the meanest of meanies.
Instead of the ‘bear hug’, Chloe embraces her partner in the middle of the ring, the crowd marking out for two beloved challengers, knowing this might be the highlight of the night considering the trifecta of bullies they’re forced to face to become title holders.
Their music fading, the attention of the darling duo and everyone’s else’s moves to the upper stage. A miracle might be needed to beat the recently minted Standard and their despicable and most definitely mean manager, but Chloe and Katya had evolved from roadkill to legitimate threats in any match through the years. Tonight required only one more win to write the fairytale ending.
With the lambs led to slaughter situated in their pen, the infamous crashing chords of 'The World is Not Enough' from Garbage echo through the arena. The FAWNatics rise as one to curse the vile, villainous tag team champs and, just as much or more, their malicious, moneyed manager.
THE WORLD IS NOT ENOUGH:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=8C5NLfYdZaE
“I know how to hurt. I know how to heal. I know what to show and what to conceal.”
“I know when to talk. And I know when to touch. No one ever died from wanting too much…”
The crowd, after missing their chance to level their hate at the exotic titlists at Heartbroken, lets loose on the salacious sellouts and the Long Island legend that’s their leader.
A spotlight blinks into a long streak of light as Shirley Manson pronounces “The World Is Not Enough” and, at the end of the beam…a strawberry blonde patrician smirks surreptitiously, reveling in the loathing she feels radiating from the concealed hordes.
PORTIA VANBUEN:
Fortune’s Favorite is flawless in her immaculate, old-school white tennis togs, namely a form-fitting, Louis Vuitton tank top and short skirt with white socks and thousand-dollar tennies. In her right hand is Precious, her beloved polo mallet. Baby points it to stage right and appearing on cue are the golden-brown warriors of the Gold Standard.
ALEXIS SUGUITAN:
AMARA SINGH:
Strapped across their tawny midriffs is the gilded leather signifying their leader’s genius and their complete destruction of America’s Sweethearts at All Hallows’ Evil and PTA at Chills.
The Standard strides to either side of their leader, Alexis shining her belt while Amara slaps hers. They each unstrap and raise their prizes high to the echoing jeers of the FAWNatics. VanBuren points her beauties toward the ring and their next victims, Portia touting and shouting as Suguitan and Singh lead the way in stern silence.
Each titleholder glistens in golden two-piece battle gear, sturdy bikini tops complementing tight booty shorts that let the champs’ curves overflow the shimmering spandex. Black boots and pads complete each woman’s identical gear.
Reaching the ring, Portia stares at the Upstarts with a predatory grin, giving each challenger a soft golf clap at having the honor of being fodder for the Gold Standard’s next defense.
Singh and Sugutian slip through the ropes and claim center stage, VanBuren ‘chatting’ amiably with the front rows, delighting in humiliating those ignorant enough to taunt her. Moving to the ring steps, the New Yorker ascends nimbly and slides between the top and middle cables. Joining her team, Baby places herself noticeably behind her shocktroops, patting each champion on a shoulder, letting the grapplers have the spotlight as the ring announcer makes their arrival official.
“And their opponents, accompanied to the ring by their manager, Portia VanBuren the Fourth. Hailing from Manilla, The Philippines at five feet eight inches tall and 134 pounds, the Penthouse Panther…ALEXIS SUGUITAN. And her partner, from Cawnpore, India at five feet six inches and 137 pounds, the Golden Empress…AMARA SINGH! Together they are the Gold Standard and the FAWN Tag Team Champions!”
Amara and Alexis again raise their belts before placing them gently over Baby’s shoulders while Portia draws a microphone to her lips.
“We’re so happy these little Jerseys could join us!”
The crowd boos Baby like she’s never left.
“You can add them to the list of teams you’ll never see again in this organization because well…we don’t just BEAT teams we send them to search off on stretchers. Then, after they’re discharged, they rightfully reconsider their careers!”
VanBuren drops the mic and escorts the championship hardware to the outside. The champs huddle in the corner for a moment, Amara emerging. As Alexis and Katya take their leave, the bell rings and Singh circles toward an orbiting Strawberry, the two ready to meet in the middle after a trip around the ring.
Amara and Chloe surge forward, arms extended, ready to meet in a collar-and-elbow tie-up to start the title tilt, but Fields isn’t nearly so foolish as the Golden Empress believes. She dips under the Indian’s extended arms, slipping behind Singh and wrapping her arms around the golden-brown tummy of the champ.
Fields tries to lift Amara, but the diminutive Upstart can barely budge Singh. The Subcontinent Siren lowers into a crouch to ground herself, a smirk creasing her pillowy lips.
“What now, little girl?” she asks in her gravelly voice.
Strawberry grunts as she shifts Singh ever so slightly from side to side, ducking a blind elbow from Amara on the left then, quickly after, on the right, nimbly avoiding the escape efforts. Having failed to dent Berry’s skull, Amara moves her hands to Fields’ and begins to pry her way free, breaking Chloe’s laced fingers. She does rather easily and spins into a clothesline attempt.
But the Pink Tornado blithely dips under and reaches back to collect a ¾ facelock grip around the neck of the exotic beauty. The former Cirque de Soleil star lays out and PLANTS Singh’s skull into the deck with a jumping neckbreaker that leaves Amara matbound, cradling her head, her boot soles pattering against the canvas.
Jumping Neckbreaker ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=5Zbv_-I_5d8 )
Chloe kips to her feet to the roar of the crowd, staring directly at a future Hall of Fame wrestler and current tag team champion manager. She waggles her fingers at The Fourth, grinning from ear to ear, letting Portia and her puppets know this would not be a walk in the park. Baby points Precious at the challenger and nods in appreciation, giving Chloe her due for the moment.
Singh is up to a seat a step away, rubbing at the back of her head and cursing. A glance from Fields and Chloe’s sprinting to the cables behind the seated Amata. Florida’s native daughter rebounds and leaps over the right shoulder of Singh, snatching her foe’s head as she flips by and planting Amara’s forehead to the deck between the outstretched bronzed stems of Standardbearer. The head of the Empress whiplashes away from the mat and Amara’s back to her starting point, sitting, but now wobbling, dark eyes in a glaze.
From the sidelines, Portia is silent. Alexis is not. The Filipino Phenom berates her partner for letting the pipsqueak gain the early upper hand, though neither seem particularly alarmed.
Amara makes it to one knee where she takes a moment for recovery, trying to clear her muddled senses before attempting full vertical. It’s the split-second Chloe needs. She’s on her little Pink Palomino again, racing in and using Singh’s raised knee as a platform on which to deliver a Shining Wizard to Amara’s temple.
The crack of the impact echoes and the Indian flops to her side, motionless. Fields skids to a stop. She tumbles through a quick handstand then back flips into an acrobatic moonsault, her taut little tummy CRASHING down on Amara’s in a crossbody splash.
Singh jackknifes around the collision then melts to the canvas under the challenging Upstart. An excited Chloe hooks a muscular leg of Singh, the crowd absolutely electrified as Castle drops to count for…
ONE…
Amara kicks free with gusto, sending Chole up to her haunches. She doesn’t hesitate for a second. Strawberry leaps into the air above Amara and stomps her little boot soles into Singh’s already aching abdomen. The Indian groans, folding into a slight ‘V’. She moves to push Fields off, but Chloe’s already departed for her corner, tagging in her fellow Upstart.
Katya leaps over the ropes as Chloe slides out and times a dropkick to a rising Singh perfectly, catching Amara in the chin and knocking the champ through a violent pirouette. The sturdy Subcontinental Siren remains upright but staggered.
The Rave Queen is up to her feet in an instant and continues her eye-catching dance moves by leaping and spinning into a tornado kick that THWAPS home against Amata’s left temple. Singh drunkenly stumbles to the ropes and rebounds out, unaware of Michalka’s location.
Tornado Kick ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=sf5q3noCaqY )
Katya bounds off the strands not more than a couple feet from where Singh had a moment before. She catches the off-balance Indian from behind and bulldogs the champion to the canvas, Amara’s head PLANTED intro the thinly-sheathed plywood. The skull of the Empress bounces off the deck and the rattled Singh nearly makes it back to her knees before keeling to her right and ending on her shoulder and hip.
The Ukrainian grappler shoves Amara to her back and flattens tight across Amara in a crossbody pin, hooking a leg for…
ONE…
Again, Singh kicks out early in the count, but Portia’s no longer looking quite so nonchalant. Alexis slaps the top buckle, exhorting her fellow Standardbearer, the Gold a bit tarnished by the growing momentum of the Upstarts.
Grabbing Amara by a wrist and hip, Katya pulls a ramshackle Empress to her feet and leads her to the Upstart corner where the slender Michalka gets big on the normally bruising champ. Amara turns her back into the buckles as she’s shoved deep into enemy territory. The brunette reaches over Singh’s shoulder to slaps hands with Strawberry, but the animated Fields heads up instead of in.
Katya heads down the length of the ring and rebounds into a sprint that ends with the Rave Queen lifting her lead right leg, CRACKING it into Amara’s mush. As Michalka exits, the blasted titleholder wobbles a few steps out from the challenger’s home base before turning to find the raver’s replacement.
The ponytailed brunette gives Singh a faceful, having leapt from her perch, lithe, tawny lower limbs leading the way and clamping around the Indian’s head. The Pink Tornado uses her momentum to spin around the Empress, sending Amara flying with an aerial headscissors. Singh flips toward her partner but only gets to the middle before landing HARD across her spine. She props up on her palms. The furious flurry of the Upstarts has Amara’s dark saucers spinning and the Upstart Army full-throated.
Chloe is on the run before Singh can even think of rising. She bounds off the ropes and takes to the skies from the canvas, flipping through a Shooting Star Press, headed for the Indian’s bronzed tummy when the Standardbearer gets her knees up and Chloe impales herself across the bony joints. Fields gurgles as she falls away, hugging her aching abs while a winded and bruised Empress reaches hands and knees and ingloriously heads for the exit, leaping the last few feet to the outstretched hand of Alexis.
Strawberry struggles to her knees, one arm still swaddling her flawless abs. Behind, Suguitan sinks her nails into Chloe’s ponytail and uses the hair as a handle, pulling Fields to her feet. Wrapping her arms around the Upstart’s belly, the powerpacked Penthouse Panther lifts Chloe in a gutwrench, flipping Fields up and over, Chloe landing on her spine. Fields absently checks on her nose with her right hand while the left arm wraps around her bosom.
Gutwrench Suplex ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=sf5q3noCaqY ) @00:31
Alexis moves to the diminutive Upstart and stuffs a red-stockinged foot into Chloe’s features ‘washing’ Fields’ face with her sole, drawing hateful jeers from the FAWNatics and a round of applause from her mean-spirited manager.
Alexis raises a big bronzed stem and STOMPS the pert chest of the Upstart. Chloe turtles from the blow, covering up, forcing Alexis to show she can break Fields open with a mudhole stomping. Growing bored as the boots mount, Suguitan relents and plucks the bruised Strawberry to her feet. The glittery, gilded Panther lands a wicked backhand chop to Chloe’s chest, sending her foe staggering, arms pinwheeling to keep her upright.
Alexis goes chon to face with the wincing Fields. She raises a pair of knife-egdes high and Mongolian chops either side of the ponytailed brunette’s neck. Chloe cringes beneath the power of the blows, finally dropping to one knee from the fifth in rapid succession. She wraps her arms around the waist of the Filipino Phenom, cheek resting on Alexis’ golden-brown midriff. Sugutian pets the Upstart sweetly, stroking her hair before turning one stroke into a grab. She yanks Fields to rubbery legs, shoves her into the nearby neutral corner and presses in tight.
“Enjoy the ride, bite-sized Barbie,” she growls.
Latching onto the thin pink spandex covering Fields’ bosom and the tissue beneath, Alexis digs her nails into Chloe’s gurls. She pivots and draws the diminutive grappler out of the corner, a grimacing Fields forced to follow then flip through the air as the Standardbearer tosses her halfway across the ring by her breasts. Chloe SLAMS to the deck across her spine but manages to use the momentum to roll to her feet. Unfortunately, there’s residual Big Mo and she stumbles into the far buckles chest first, compounding the ache in her bosom.
Bouncing blindly out of the corner, drunkenly backpedaling, the dazed Chloe is oblivious to the charging Alexis who SPLATTERS Berry to the deck with a clothesline to the back of the brunette’s skull. Chloe’s face and chest THWUMP into the canvas and she lays stilled.
From the Upstarts’ corner, a nervous Katya hops in place, exhorting her partner, but Suguitan’s Mack Trucking leaves Fields unable to respond. Alexis drops to a knee beside her victim and shoves the Upstart to her back, placing the same knee on Chloe’s chest for the pin and the win at…
ONE…
TWO…
Chloe shoves the bony cap off, lifting a shoulder in the process.
Alexis scrunches her nose in disapproval.
“You don’t like what I do? Let me get you a new playmate.”
The Panther sinks nails into Chloe’s dark-haired handle and slowly pulls Fields to her feet, Chloe barely able to remain upright even with the unwanted assistance. Alexis pivots and the infamous catfighter hair-mares Fields toward the champs’ corner, where the pouty-lipped Amara licks her lips. Outside, Portia watches with silent satisfaction, caressing Precious as if subconsciously wishing to be part of the action. Instead, it’s the Subcontinental Siren getting tagged. BUT ALEXIS DOENSN’T LEAVE.
With Singh inside, the exotic titleholders collect a bedraggled Chloe off the canvas, each taking a wrist. As Castle scolds the duo, the Gold Standard gets to work. Amara dips an arm between Chloe’s quivering legs and ‘hups’ Fields across her shoulders in a fireman’s carry. Alexis, having taken a few steps back, surges toward them and, simultaneously Suguitan CRACKS Chloe’s jaw with a BIG bicycle kick, leading into a Samoan Drop from Singh.
Tag teaming ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=lqR7X0znLPg ) @ 00:30
The Indian Empress mounts the splattered Chloe in a kneeling straddle and plucks her head off the mat. She POUNDS away with a series of forearm smashes, Amara finally ending at a half dozen before tossing Fields’ head to the deck then leaning forward, placing her palms on the shoulders of the gobsmacked Upstart for the…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOO!
Chloe kicks out of the schoolgirl pin, rolling to her side. Amara gives her a haughty slap on the back of the skull, letting Fields know she’s only delaying the inevitable. The Empress rises and demands praise from the assembled. They show her anything but, letting loose with a torrent of boos. VanBuren can’t contain a chuckle at the Sunshine State’s version of a bunch of Jerseys.
Returning to the fizzling Pink Tornado, Singh meets Fields’ rise to her feet with a dip, a scoop and a spin, Chloe ending on Amara’s shoulder in prime slamming position. But Singh decides to take her cute bundle for a walk around the ring, showing the limp Strawberry off to each side of the arena on her travels, giving the fuming Michalka a close-up of her flagging partner.
“Just be glad it’s not you,” Amara informs as she turns with Fields upon reaching just beyond arm’s length of the flailing Upstart.
But while Singh remains just out of reach when she turns from the Rave Queen, Katya’s able to clip Chloe’s trailing boot with a tag. It goes mostly unnoticed, but not by the eagle-eyed Castle.
Singh races forward with her cargo and POWERSLAMS Chloe into the deck with a ring-rattling collision, both women bouncing from the force. Fields is left in a lifeless spreadeagle. Demolished. Seemingly more than ready for an arrogant pin from the Standardbearer. But Amara, kneeling on her haunches beside her victim, grin firmly in place, gets a Ukrainian surprise from behind, and a fully legal one.
Katya races in for the rescue, snatching Amara’s head from behind as she leaps low and BULLDOGS Singh’s forehead into the canvas. The Empress springs back to her haunches from the impact, but her dark eyes are considerably glassier.
Still, the Indian grappler staggers to her feet, at a loss as to what happened. She turns into a rapt and ready Michalka who guts the bigger Singh with a toe kick to the golden-brown tummy of her foe. Not afraid to get a little Katty, Katya sinks her fingers into the lush ebony locks of the Indian. She hops into the air, sitting out and BUSTING Amara’s face, Singh absently flopping to her back after the impact.
Sitout facebuster ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=sNMwpbA9e3w )
The Rave Queen passes on a pin attempt so she can bring the ‘party’ to a new level. Instead, she hustles to the nearest corner and ascends. She turns to face her target and launches toward the splayed Singh. It’s a straightforward path to the Indian as Katya folds into a tight tuck at the top of her leap then drops the Kiev Krusher onto the chest of the champion.
Kiev Krusher ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=XWw-_BO-kLI )
With the crowd roaring and a still battered Chloe nearby, Katya lowers across the dented breastbone of the Empress for the…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOO!
The FAWNatics groan in disappointment with Amara’s raised shoulder, while a worried Alexis sweeps her long, charcoal locks over a shoulder. Portia seems to have broken a slight flop sweat as her overwhelming favorites were a split-second from a memorable upset.
Intent on pushing the Upstarts to victory, Michalka leaves it to Chloe to get herself out of the ring. Instead, the Ukrainian Party Girl wraps her palms around the wrist of the Empress and hauls Amara to her feet. The champion sways, barely able to remain upright before she’s sent hurtling across the ring with an Irish Whip from Katya. The Raver sends Singh racing despite her slight sinewy frame and Amara turns into the buckles of the neutral corner, CRASHING into the thin padding. Her legs turned off like a switch from the impact, the Indian drops to her well-muscled backside, legs extended. Her exotic features bobble softly as Michalka sidles to the opposite corner.
She sprints toward the champ, seemingly ready to bust her Subcontinental bronco, but she pulls up short, instead stuffing a boot sole into Amara’s chest. The crowd rhythmically claps along as Katya’s ready to open the arena for her own particular brand of House Party.
Along with the beat, she thumps right foot after foot into Singh’s bounty, the crowd loving all half-dozen of her Upstart-sized stomps. Finally, the Rave Queen pirouettes. She points to the roaring crowd, the assembled knowing all too well what’s coming next. On the outside, Portia warns Katya it would be much wiser not to do what she has in mind. The challenger isn’t about to not finish her Party, dropping into a pair of splits, her lead foot SLAMMING into Amara’s kitty.
House Party ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=f0Nhu5yNXwU )
The Empress’ hands shoot to her golden-sheathed privates, mouth dropping wide, dark eyes saucers. Michalka pops to her feet, delighted. She grabs an ankle of the Indian and drags Singh to center stage where she goes for the pin in…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOO!
Again, the aching Amara pushes a shoulder up, but the Upstarts’ success against her is showing. Michalka pulls Singh to her feet to finish the job. Keeping the Subcontinental Siren doubled at the waist, Katya hops to a straddle of Amara’s back, facing toward the ass of the Empress. The crowd waits with bated breath for the Ukrainian’s Rave Bomb Remix.
Rave Bomb Remix ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=UutsI3scTFw )
But instead of twisting Amara to the canvas and a likely pinfall, Singh wraps her arms around Michalka’s legs, straightens her frame and drops to the canvas, pulverizing Katya’s skull with an improvised Cradle Back to Belly Piledriver.
Cradle Back to Belly Piledriver ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=SNnpGf5nTmE )
The drained Amara fails to hold on to the challenger’s lower limbs for the possible pin, Katya’s legs flopping to the canvas. On her knees, the Empress manages to collect herself with a couple deep breaths and a wipe of her sopping brow. Spinning at Michalka’s head, the champ mounts her foe’s face in a signature Bollywood Ending reverse sit for the…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOO…
The Party Girl still has some life left, pushing the sapped Singh off her features, and rolling a shoulder off the canvas in the nick of time. Michalka turns to her chest, eyes glassy, but the Standardbearer isn’t much better, rising to her knees before zoning out. Baby shouts at her charge, breaking Singh out of the trance and she knee-walks toward Alexis. Katya, on all fours, crawls to the partially recovered Chloe and it’s a race to the reserves.
Both legal participants dive to the cavalry, each tagging their partner. Alexis slides through the ring and charges as the more disheveled Fields grabs the top ropes but seems stuck in recovery mode. At least until she leaps to the top cable and springboards off into a crossbody block that drops the bigger Suguitan.
Springboard crossbody ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=-hzZlGggyak )
Strawberry forgoes the attempt at a pin, instead scrambling to her feet. The Penthouse Panther isn’t far behind. They head for opposite cables, Chloe with time to pick up more speed. But the champ seems ready to take off the Upstart’s head with a Yakuza Kick directed at her foe’s chin. The Pink Tornado ducks under and races to her second set of strands while the startled Alexis skids to a stop and spins to find a returning Chloe airborne.
Fields goes to the well once too often, diving into another crossbody. But this time, Alexis is locked down. She barely budges in catching the squirming Strawberry. She sets the ponytailed brunette back to the canvas, back turned to the Filipino Phenom and captures the diminutive challenger in a full nelson. Lifting Chloe like she’s a feather for a slam out of the nelson, the acrobatic Upstart catches everyone in the arena by surprise when she pops onto the Panther’s shoulders and throws her bodyweight in reverse, RIPPING Alexis off her feet and SPIKING the crown of the champion’s skull into the thinly-sheathed plywood with a reverse hurricarana that has the crowd ‘OOOOHING’ and Baby wondering what’s gone terribly wrong.
Reverse Hurricarana ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=fy28SzNv_RA ) @ 00:16
The flaccid Suguitan ends on her feet for a moment, finishing her flip after the impact, but quickly timbers into a lifeless starfish. Chloe scrambles atop the demolished Standardbearer in a lateral press, hooking a leg for the…
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOO!
Alexis shades a shoulder off the canvas a few inches, Chloe hopping to her feet and pleading her case to Castle. While sympathetic to the quintessentially cute Upstart, he can only apologetically hold up two fingers. An angry Portia slaps the canvas.
“What the hell is wrong with you two?” she complains, a dazed Alexis not registering the complaint. “Getting schooled by these Jersey runts!”
Fields turns to Fortune’s Favorite and motions her in.
“Come on, ya old meanie. Let me show you how much faster the game is since back in olden times.”
VanBuren nods and hops to the apron. She reaches for the ropes then reconsiders, dropping back to the floor.
“You’re not worth my time.”
A split second later, Alexis dives into the back of Chloe’s left knee, the joint collapsing under the mass and momentum. Strawberry drops to a hip and shoulder, cradling her throbbing lower limb tight, yelping in anguish.
Suguitan struggles to her feet, stumbling to the nearby ropes and hanging on to retain her balance. She stares at the mewling Fields, Strawberry grasping at her throbbing leg. The Upstart hobbles to her feet unaware Alexis is stalking her from behind. The champion whistles to draw Chloe’s attention, the Pink Tornado spinning to face her foe when the Standardbearer strikes, grappling with the significantly smaller brunette. Alexis rolls forward in a somersault and ends in a seat by Chloe’s side. Her left leg laces with Fields‘ stem, the Upstart laying on her chest.
Using Chloe’s left ankle as a handle, Suguitan violently folds the leg at an anguish-inducing angle with her Calf Slicer.
Calf Slicer ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=e-q9k1VLCks )
Immediately, Chloe is howling in agony, shaking her head wildly even before Castle can ask.
Portia moves to the ropes in front of Fields’ face.
“You’re not going to be worth anyone’s time after Lexie breaks that brittle bone of yours.”
“No, no, no,” the Upstart squeaks ardently when Nick gets around to giving Fields a way out. Instead of surrendering, Chloe digs deep and pulls her way to the ropes. Thankfully the strands are only a couple feet away and the ponytailed challenger wraps a palm around the lowest in a few seconds.
Castle calls for the break and a snarling Alexis releases at ‘FOUR’ but only to untie herself, rise and stomp away on the injured stem. Nick wedges in between and a sobbing Chloe pulls herself out of the ring, dropping to the floor at the feet of VanBuren.
Portia reaches down to collect the Upstart, pulling Chloe to her feet. But seeing a charging Katya coming around the corner to defend her partner, Baby pats Strawberry on the head and backs away, hands raised, begging off from the riled Rave Queen.
“Just helping her up, Jersey,” VanBuren insists.
Michalka snorts at the BS dripping from Baby’s lips. She offers support to her friend, slipping her shoulders under an arm of the limping Fields to support Chloe as they walk away from VanBuren and the lurking Singh. The duo put a corner between themselves and the enemy. Unfortunately, they’ve lost track of the Filipino Phenom and Alexis goes out of her catty comfort zone, launching in a suicide dive through the cables and demolishing both Upstarts for the price of one.
Nailed by the golden-brown grappler, Chloe and Katya are sent clattering into the steel barricade behind them, both spines SMASHING into the steel, both challengers puddling at the feet of the woman who’d always been a title bridesmaid until her recent return.
Alexis hovers over both battered brunettes. She stuffs a red stockinged foot into the face of Katya and BANGS the back of the Raver’s skull against the metal divider. ONE. TWO. THREE TIMES!
Leaving the Ukrainian a muddled mess, barely conscious, Alexis snatches a wrist of Strawberry and heaves her under the ropes with an Irish Whip.
Sugutian follows in behind, beating the count by a heartbeat. She hops to her feet and moves to the broken Chloe, gently ‘helping’ Fields reach stooped feet. The bigger Alexis leans over the back of her foe, slipping both sets of fingers under the leg holes of Chloe’s spandex. Yanking up in a wicked wedgie that makes a thong of the space age polymer, the Penthouse Panther lifts the Upstart off her boot soles then, with the crown of Fields’ skull pointed to the canvas, drops her foe with her Panty Peeler tiger driver.
Panty Peeler ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=F2MUUYRPAIM ) (with wedgie instead of underhooks)
The ruined Chole remains folded, pert little bronzed ass pointed to the rafters when Suguitan settles atop her, draping her torso from a kneeling position for the…
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOO!
Somehow. Some way. Chloe finds something more. Something that brought her from the jobber extraordinaire of her early years to be a former lightweight champ, near Oil Baroness and tag team title threat. She slithers on her belly toward the ropes, painfully slowly. However, Alexis grabs an ankle and tugs what’s left of the Upstart to center stage.
On the outside, Katya’s still trying to fully wake from the concussive blows provided her by the Filipino Phenom. And a skulking Portia, having travelled to the Party Girl’s side with the attention-grabbing demolition in the ring, raises a black Jimmy Choo pump and thrusts it into the hollow of Katya’s throat. The lack of air brings Michalka spasming back to life. She wraps both palms around VanBuren’s ankle but can’t dislodge the manager’s thousand-dollar shoe and a beaming Baby delights in the heat she takes from the front rows as she throttles the Rave Queen.
Back in the ring, Alexis turns to a yapping Amara apprehensively. It hadn’t been the Empress’ best night, but Chloe is in a condition to get the Subcontinental Siren out of her slump. Suguitan pulls a rubbery Fields to her feet and captures the smaller woman in a double underhook. She casts her gaze over the back of the dipped Strawberry far and wide, grinning from ear to ear, drawing the ire of every single person filling the house.
And, as if Chloe weighs the equivalent of a feather, the Penthouse Panther launches her up and over, SLAMMING the obliterated Fields to the deck with a beautiful butterfly suplex.
Butterfly suplex ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=_dNK8rBGDNg )
The momentum draws the splattered Fields up to a seated position for a moment, but she flops to her side then melts to a wide spreadeagle. Alexis, on her knees a few feet away, pops to her feet and strides to her fellow champion, tagging in Singh. Alexis seems to consider a double-team for a moment, but there’s just no need and Amara treads toward the plastered, ponytailed brunette, intent on showing more than she had to date.
Her job at leaving Strawberry on her own completed for the foreseeable future and with Castle’s eyes wandering in her direction, Portia leaves a drooling Katya in a pool next to the enraged Upstart Army.
Meanwhile, the Indian grappler, never much for the fancy flips, reaches down and grabs Chloe around the throat with both hands, lifting the depleted Fields to her feet. She stands the wobbling Upstart in front of her to CHOP her with a wicked backhand that staggers Chloe but doesn’t put her down.
Amara spins into a heel kick to the jaw the sends Strawberry into a wicked pirouette but again, against all odds, the dazed and dilapidated Chloe remains vertical if out on her feet. Roaring in a rage, Amara surges forward and nearly rips Fields’ head from her shoulders with a nasty clothesline that delivers Chloe to the canvas but only after a ¾ back flip, Strawberry ending face down and unmoving.
Castle casts a glance in Portia’s direction and silently requests mercy for the Upstart. VanBuren smiles and shrugs.
“The roster has to learn,” she affirms, motioning the official to return his attention to the growing catastrophe.
Amara passes on a pin, the Bollywood Bombshell plucking Chloe’s carcass off the deck and letting the frail Upstart dip back into a dragon sleeper position, Singh threatening to put Fields to bed without the titles. But as Chloe leans into an unwanted bridge, she pushes off the deck and backflips out of Amara’s grasp.
Suddenly reenergized, Chloe flies into the nearby ropes, landing on the middle, and springboards into a u-turn, CLACKING a kick off Amara’s cranium, knocking the bully to her back.
Springboard Shortkick ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=aFbcmW6XwJk )
With the Empress laid at her feet, Chloe stumbles to the buckles but finds her flight legs quickly, nimbly climbing to the top and launching. The former Cirque du Soleil star tucks tight at her zenith and CRASHES down with a booming collision across the tummy of the splayed Singh, NAILING the Indian with a Strawberry Cannonball. After a groaning ‘V’-shaped Singh melts flat to the canvas, Chloe drops tight across Amara, hooking a muscular leg for the…
ONE..
TWO…
THRNOOO!
The Bombshell escapes the ravages of the Cannonball, pushing out from under Chloe, shoving Fields to her feet. As Amara rises, Chloe’s back on her horse, racing and hitting the ropes then rebounding at warp speed for…well…presumably something other than Amara wrapping an arm around Chloe’s throat as she tries to race by.
The powerful Empress stands her ground as Chloe’s momentum and quick stop topside sends her abbreviated legs flying out in front of her. Amara sends her foe whipping to a face and chest-first impact as she lays out and brings the Downward Dog out of its house to leave Chloe an annihilated wreck.
Downward Dog ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=py4C6JKgHDU ) @ 00:14
Instead of the champ rolling Fields over for the pin, she rises above the quaking Chloe, snatching Strawberry’s left ankle and moving to a kneel around the already damaged limb. She gathers up Chloe’s opposite number as she moves to a straight-on straddle of Fields’ spine, tucking the legs in her armpits as she leans forward, lacing her fingers and sinking in her favorite version of the most feared Clutch in the business, fully tying her BollyKnot.
BollyKnot ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=_hJ1iW-D8Aw&list=PL48AGjs8xVYOwkNCwnSiloVUQnx15FPqF )
Showing her power, Singh lifts Chloe off the deck and moves the torture to an airborne variety.
It takes but a few seconds before Chloe cries her submission, tapping wildly on Singh’s left wrist. And while Amara relieves pressure from herself by lowering Fields to the canvas, she doesn’t relent on her Knot, wrenching neck, back and legs.
Castle and the crowd protest her continued abuse, but none of it matters until an entering Portia says the magic word and the Empress releases, letting Strawberry stretch out to a shattered, face down starfish.
As VanBuren heads for the ropes nearest the announcer’s table and calls for the belts, the PA blasts the discouraging news.
“Your winners and STILL FAWN Tag Team Champions, Alexis Suguitan and Amara Singh, the Gold Standard!”
Returning with the gold, Portia tells Amara to get rid of the Jersey trash at her feet. Singh complies, snatching a wrist and tugging the flaccid Fields to her feet then bum-rushing her to the edge, sending the Pink Tornado flying over the ropes and CRASHING into a slowly rising Katya, leaving the broken Upstarts in a demolished heap.
Portia hands over the belts to her charges, steps between them, and raises their inner empty hands. While the titlists show off their booty, Baby shows off her champions, the Standard proving, after a ragged start, to be too much for a couple Upstarts.
(https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=y6Sxv-sUYtM )
They rise to their feet as one, clapping in time with the music. The FAWNatics know the delightful, upbeat sounds trumpet the arrival of a pair of flighty, free-wheeling, often airborne Upstarts. And it’s proven mere seconds later when a tawny bedimpled fan favorite dances to center stage with the organization’s resident Rave Queen at her side.
CHLOE FIELDS:
KATYA MICHALKA:
Bouncing off each other, an aura of kinetic energy surrounds both women. The little ladies share a hug and a high five, the Ukrainian and the native daughter of the organization’s home state enjoying their time together before a HUGE moment in their respective careers.
Each Upstart boogies their way down the ramp and aisle, slapping hands with as many followers as each can reach. And amidst the love fest, the PA blares to life.
“Your next contest will be one fall with a 30-minute time limit and is for the FAWN Tag Team Championships. Introducing first…from Boca Raton, Florida and Kiev, Ukraine respectively…proud members of the Upstarts clan…Chloe ‘Strawberry’ Fields and Katya Michalka.”
The duo waves strenuously to every corner of the arena when they reach the ring. Katya bangs her head and twirls her hips in a hot pink cropped tee, neon blue hot pants with white ankle boots and rainbow-colored legwarmers up to mid-thigh. Her familiar multi-colored assortment of ‘kandi’ bracelets are missing, but she makes up for it by distributing glo-sticks as far as her arm can send them, waves rippling through the assembled as they scramble for the souvenirs.
Having sent all her gifts flying, Kat slides into the ring while Chloe continues to dispense hugs to residents of the front row before finally hopping to the apron.
The former lightweight champion grabs the top rope and vaults into the ring in her iconic pink and black ruffled two piece with mini-skirted bottoms ( reverse coloring of the following: ( shop.nordstrom.com/S/profile-by-gottex-bikini-top-skirted-bottoms/3196092?origin=category&resultback=798 ) pink boots and black pads.
Fields points to the sky in honor of her bestest buddy Straw Beary (http://imageshack.us/photo/my-images/52/sbeare.jpg/ ), the plushie having been sent to his maker by the meanest of meanies.
Instead of the ‘bear hug’, Chloe embraces her partner in the middle of the ring, the crowd marking out for two beloved challengers, knowing this might be the highlight of the night considering the trifecta of bullies they’re forced to face to become title holders.
Their music fading, the attention of the darling duo and everyone’s else’s moves to the upper stage. A miracle might be needed to beat the recently minted Standard and their despicable and most definitely mean manager, but Chloe and Katya had evolved from roadkill to legitimate threats in any match through the years. Tonight required only one more win to write the fairytale ending.
With the lambs led to slaughter situated in their pen, the infamous crashing chords of 'The World is Not Enough' from Garbage echo through the arena. The FAWNatics rise as one to curse the vile, villainous tag team champs and, just as much or more, their malicious, moneyed manager.
THE WORLD IS NOT ENOUGH:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=8C5NLfYdZaE
“I know how to hurt. I know how to heal. I know what to show and what to conceal.”
“I know when to talk. And I know when to touch. No one ever died from wanting too much…”
The crowd, after missing their chance to level their hate at the exotic titlists at Heartbroken, lets loose on the salacious sellouts and the Long Island legend that’s their leader.
A spotlight blinks into a long streak of light as Shirley Manson pronounces “The World Is Not Enough” and, at the end of the beam…a strawberry blonde patrician smirks surreptitiously, reveling in the loathing she feels radiating from the concealed hordes.
PORTIA VANBUEN:
Fortune’s Favorite is flawless in her immaculate, old-school white tennis togs, namely a form-fitting, Louis Vuitton tank top and short skirt with white socks and thousand-dollar tennies. In her right hand is Precious, her beloved polo mallet. Baby points it to stage right and appearing on cue are the golden-brown warriors of the Gold Standard.
ALEXIS SUGUITAN:
AMARA SINGH:
Strapped across their tawny midriffs is the gilded leather signifying their leader’s genius and their complete destruction of America’s Sweethearts at All Hallows’ Evil and PTA at Chills.
The Standard strides to either side of their leader, Alexis shining her belt while Amara slaps hers. They each unstrap and raise their prizes high to the echoing jeers of the FAWNatics. VanBuren points her beauties toward the ring and their next victims, Portia touting and shouting as Suguitan and Singh lead the way in stern silence.
Each titleholder glistens in golden two-piece battle gear, sturdy bikini tops complementing tight booty shorts that let the champs’ curves overflow the shimmering spandex. Black boots and pads complete each woman’s identical gear.
Reaching the ring, Portia stares at the Upstarts with a predatory grin, giving each challenger a soft golf clap at having the honor of being fodder for the Gold Standard’s next defense.
Singh and Sugutian slip through the ropes and claim center stage, VanBuren ‘chatting’ amiably with the front rows, delighting in humiliating those ignorant enough to taunt her. Moving to the ring steps, the New Yorker ascends nimbly and slides between the top and middle cables. Joining her team, Baby places herself noticeably behind her shocktroops, patting each champion on a shoulder, letting the grapplers have the spotlight as the ring announcer makes their arrival official.
“And their opponents, accompanied to the ring by their manager, Portia VanBuren the Fourth. Hailing from Manilla, The Philippines at five feet eight inches tall and 134 pounds, the Penthouse Panther…ALEXIS SUGUITAN. And her partner, from Cawnpore, India at five feet six inches and 137 pounds, the Golden Empress…AMARA SINGH! Together they are the Gold Standard and the FAWN Tag Team Champions!”
Amara and Alexis again raise their belts before placing them gently over Baby’s shoulders while Portia draws a microphone to her lips.
“We’re so happy these little Jerseys could join us!”
The crowd boos Baby like she’s never left.
“You can add them to the list of teams you’ll never see again in this organization because well…we don’t just BEAT teams we send them to search off on stretchers. Then, after they’re discharged, they rightfully reconsider their careers!”
VanBuren drops the mic and escorts the championship hardware to the outside. The champs huddle in the corner for a moment, Amara emerging. As Alexis and Katya take their leave, the bell rings and Singh circles toward an orbiting Strawberry, the two ready to meet in the middle after a trip around the ring.
Amara and Chloe surge forward, arms extended, ready to meet in a collar-and-elbow tie-up to start the title tilt, but Fields isn’t nearly so foolish as the Golden Empress believes. She dips under the Indian’s extended arms, slipping behind Singh and wrapping her arms around the golden-brown tummy of the champ.
Fields tries to lift Amara, but the diminutive Upstart can barely budge Singh. The Subcontinent Siren lowers into a crouch to ground herself, a smirk creasing her pillowy lips.
“What now, little girl?” she asks in her gravelly voice.
Strawberry grunts as she shifts Singh ever so slightly from side to side, ducking a blind elbow from Amara on the left then, quickly after, on the right, nimbly avoiding the escape efforts. Having failed to dent Berry’s skull, Amara moves her hands to Fields’ and begins to pry her way free, breaking Chloe’s laced fingers. She does rather easily and spins into a clothesline attempt.
But the Pink Tornado blithely dips under and reaches back to collect a ¾ facelock grip around the neck of the exotic beauty. The former Cirque de Soleil star lays out and PLANTS Singh’s skull into the deck with a jumping neckbreaker that leaves Amara matbound, cradling her head, her boot soles pattering against the canvas.
Jumping Neckbreaker ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=5Zbv_-I_5d8 )
Chloe kips to her feet to the roar of the crowd, staring directly at a future Hall of Fame wrestler and current tag team champion manager. She waggles her fingers at The Fourth, grinning from ear to ear, letting Portia and her puppets know this would not be a walk in the park. Baby points Precious at the challenger and nods in appreciation, giving Chloe her due for the moment.
Singh is up to a seat a step away, rubbing at the back of her head and cursing. A glance from Fields and Chloe’s sprinting to the cables behind the seated Amata. Florida’s native daughter rebounds and leaps over the right shoulder of Singh, snatching her foe’s head as she flips by and planting Amara’s forehead to the deck between the outstretched bronzed stems of Standardbearer. The head of the Empress whiplashes away from the mat and Amara’s back to her starting point, sitting, but now wobbling, dark eyes in a glaze.
From the sidelines, Portia is silent. Alexis is not. The Filipino Phenom berates her partner for letting the pipsqueak gain the early upper hand, though neither seem particularly alarmed.
Amara makes it to one knee where she takes a moment for recovery, trying to clear her muddled senses before attempting full vertical. It’s the split-second Chloe needs. She’s on her little Pink Palomino again, racing in and using Singh’s raised knee as a platform on which to deliver a Shining Wizard to Amara’s temple.
The crack of the impact echoes and the Indian flops to her side, motionless. Fields skids to a stop. She tumbles through a quick handstand then back flips into an acrobatic moonsault, her taut little tummy CRASHING down on Amara’s in a crossbody splash.
Singh jackknifes around the collision then melts to the canvas under the challenging Upstart. An excited Chloe hooks a muscular leg of Singh, the crowd absolutely electrified as Castle drops to count for…
ONE…
Amara kicks free with gusto, sending Chole up to her haunches. She doesn’t hesitate for a second. Strawberry leaps into the air above Amara and stomps her little boot soles into Singh’s already aching abdomen. The Indian groans, folding into a slight ‘V’. She moves to push Fields off, but Chloe’s already departed for her corner, tagging in her fellow Upstart.
Katya leaps over the ropes as Chloe slides out and times a dropkick to a rising Singh perfectly, catching Amara in the chin and knocking the champ through a violent pirouette. The sturdy Subcontinental Siren remains upright but staggered.
The Rave Queen is up to her feet in an instant and continues her eye-catching dance moves by leaping and spinning into a tornado kick that THWAPS home against Amata’s left temple. Singh drunkenly stumbles to the ropes and rebounds out, unaware of Michalka’s location.
Tornado Kick ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=sf5q3noCaqY )
Katya bounds off the strands not more than a couple feet from where Singh had a moment before. She catches the off-balance Indian from behind and bulldogs the champion to the canvas, Amara’s head PLANTED intro the thinly-sheathed plywood. The skull of the Empress bounces off the deck and the rattled Singh nearly makes it back to her knees before keeling to her right and ending on her shoulder and hip.
The Ukrainian grappler shoves Amara to her back and flattens tight across Amara in a crossbody pin, hooking a leg for…
ONE…
Again, Singh kicks out early in the count, but Portia’s no longer looking quite so nonchalant. Alexis slaps the top buckle, exhorting her fellow Standardbearer, the Gold a bit tarnished by the growing momentum of the Upstarts.
Grabbing Amara by a wrist and hip, Katya pulls a ramshackle Empress to her feet and leads her to the Upstart corner where the slender Michalka gets big on the normally bruising champ. Amara turns her back into the buckles as she’s shoved deep into enemy territory. The brunette reaches over Singh’s shoulder to slaps hands with Strawberry, but the animated Fields heads up instead of in.
Katya heads down the length of the ring and rebounds into a sprint that ends with the Rave Queen lifting her lead right leg, CRACKING it into Amara’s mush. As Michalka exits, the blasted titleholder wobbles a few steps out from the challenger’s home base before turning to find the raver’s replacement.
The ponytailed brunette gives Singh a faceful, having leapt from her perch, lithe, tawny lower limbs leading the way and clamping around the Indian’s head. The Pink Tornado uses her momentum to spin around the Empress, sending Amara flying with an aerial headscissors. Singh flips toward her partner but only gets to the middle before landing HARD across her spine. She props up on her palms. The furious flurry of the Upstarts has Amara’s dark saucers spinning and the Upstart Army full-throated.
Chloe is on the run before Singh can even think of rising. She bounds off the ropes and takes to the skies from the canvas, flipping through a Shooting Star Press, headed for the Indian’s bronzed tummy when the Standardbearer gets her knees up and Chloe impales herself across the bony joints. Fields gurgles as she falls away, hugging her aching abs while a winded and bruised Empress reaches hands and knees and ingloriously heads for the exit, leaping the last few feet to the outstretched hand of Alexis.
Strawberry struggles to her knees, one arm still swaddling her flawless abs. Behind, Suguitan sinks her nails into Chloe’s ponytail and uses the hair as a handle, pulling Fields to her feet. Wrapping her arms around the Upstart’s belly, the powerpacked Penthouse Panther lifts Chloe in a gutwrench, flipping Fields up and over, Chloe landing on her spine. Fields absently checks on her nose with her right hand while the left arm wraps around her bosom.
Gutwrench Suplex ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=sf5q3noCaqY ) @00:31
Alexis moves to the diminutive Upstart and stuffs a red-stockinged foot into Chloe’s features ‘washing’ Fields’ face with her sole, drawing hateful jeers from the FAWNatics and a round of applause from her mean-spirited manager.
Alexis raises a big bronzed stem and STOMPS the pert chest of the Upstart. Chloe turtles from the blow, covering up, forcing Alexis to show she can break Fields open with a mudhole stomping. Growing bored as the boots mount, Suguitan relents and plucks the bruised Strawberry to her feet. The glittery, gilded Panther lands a wicked backhand chop to Chloe’s chest, sending her foe staggering, arms pinwheeling to keep her upright.
Alexis goes chon to face with the wincing Fields. She raises a pair of knife-egdes high and Mongolian chops either side of the ponytailed brunette’s neck. Chloe cringes beneath the power of the blows, finally dropping to one knee from the fifth in rapid succession. She wraps her arms around the waist of the Filipino Phenom, cheek resting on Alexis’ golden-brown midriff. Sugutian pets the Upstart sweetly, stroking her hair before turning one stroke into a grab. She yanks Fields to rubbery legs, shoves her into the nearby neutral corner and presses in tight.
“Enjoy the ride, bite-sized Barbie,” she growls.
Latching onto the thin pink spandex covering Fields’ bosom and the tissue beneath, Alexis digs her nails into Chloe’s gurls. She pivots and draws the diminutive grappler out of the corner, a grimacing Fields forced to follow then flip through the air as the Standardbearer tosses her halfway across the ring by her breasts. Chloe SLAMS to the deck across her spine but manages to use the momentum to roll to her feet. Unfortunately, there’s residual Big Mo and she stumbles into the far buckles chest first, compounding the ache in her bosom.
Bouncing blindly out of the corner, drunkenly backpedaling, the dazed Chloe is oblivious to the charging Alexis who SPLATTERS Berry to the deck with a clothesline to the back of the brunette’s skull. Chloe’s face and chest THWUMP into the canvas and she lays stilled.
From the Upstarts’ corner, a nervous Katya hops in place, exhorting her partner, but Suguitan’s Mack Trucking leaves Fields unable to respond. Alexis drops to a knee beside her victim and shoves the Upstart to her back, placing the same knee on Chloe’s chest for the pin and the win at…
ONE…
TWO…
Chloe shoves the bony cap off, lifting a shoulder in the process.
Alexis scrunches her nose in disapproval.
“You don’t like what I do? Let me get you a new playmate.”
The Panther sinks nails into Chloe’s dark-haired handle and slowly pulls Fields to her feet, Chloe barely able to remain upright even with the unwanted assistance. Alexis pivots and the infamous catfighter hair-mares Fields toward the champs’ corner, where the pouty-lipped Amara licks her lips. Outside, Portia watches with silent satisfaction, caressing Precious as if subconsciously wishing to be part of the action. Instead, it’s the Subcontinental Siren getting tagged. BUT ALEXIS DOENSN’T LEAVE.
With Singh inside, the exotic titleholders collect a bedraggled Chloe off the canvas, each taking a wrist. As Castle scolds the duo, the Gold Standard gets to work. Amara dips an arm between Chloe’s quivering legs and ‘hups’ Fields across her shoulders in a fireman’s carry. Alexis, having taken a few steps back, surges toward them and, simultaneously Suguitan CRACKS Chloe’s jaw with a BIG bicycle kick, leading into a Samoan Drop from Singh.
Tag teaming ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=lqR7X0znLPg ) @ 00:30
The Indian Empress mounts the splattered Chloe in a kneeling straddle and plucks her head off the mat. She POUNDS away with a series of forearm smashes, Amara finally ending at a half dozen before tossing Fields’ head to the deck then leaning forward, placing her palms on the shoulders of the gobsmacked Upstart for the…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOO!
Chloe kicks out of the schoolgirl pin, rolling to her side. Amara gives her a haughty slap on the back of the skull, letting Fields know she’s only delaying the inevitable. The Empress rises and demands praise from the assembled. They show her anything but, letting loose with a torrent of boos. VanBuren can’t contain a chuckle at the Sunshine State’s version of a bunch of Jerseys.
Returning to the fizzling Pink Tornado, Singh meets Fields’ rise to her feet with a dip, a scoop and a spin, Chloe ending on Amara’s shoulder in prime slamming position. But Singh decides to take her cute bundle for a walk around the ring, showing the limp Strawberry off to each side of the arena on her travels, giving the fuming Michalka a close-up of her flagging partner.
“Just be glad it’s not you,” Amara informs as she turns with Fields upon reaching just beyond arm’s length of the flailing Upstart.
But while Singh remains just out of reach when she turns from the Rave Queen, Katya’s able to clip Chloe’s trailing boot with a tag. It goes mostly unnoticed, but not by the eagle-eyed Castle.
Singh races forward with her cargo and POWERSLAMS Chloe into the deck with a ring-rattling collision, both women bouncing from the force. Fields is left in a lifeless spreadeagle. Demolished. Seemingly more than ready for an arrogant pin from the Standardbearer. But Amara, kneeling on her haunches beside her victim, grin firmly in place, gets a Ukrainian surprise from behind, and a fully legal one.
Katya races in for the rescue, snatching Amara’s head from behind as she leaps low and BULLDOGS Singh’s forehead into the canvas. The Empress springs back to her haunches from the impact, but her dark eyes are considerably glassier.
Still, the Indian grappler staggers to her feet, at a loss as to what happened. She turns into a rapt and ready Michalka who guts the bigger Singh with a toe kick to the golden-brown tummy of her foe. Not afraid to get a little Katty, Katya sinks her fingers into the lush ebony locks of the Indian. She hops into the air, sitting out and BUSTING Amara’s face, Singh absently flopping to her back after the impact.
Sitout facebuster ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=sNMwpbA9e3w )
The Rave Queen passes on a pin attempt so she can bring the ‘party’ to a new level. Instead, she hustles to the nearest corner and ascends. She turns to face her target and launches toward the splayed Singh. It’s a straightforward path to the Indian as Katya folds into a tight tuck at the top of her leap then drops the Kiev Krusher onto the chest of the champion.
Kiev Krusher ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=XWw-_BO-kLI )
With the crowd roaring and a still battered Chloe nearby, Katya lowers across the dented breastbone of the Empress for the…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOO!
The FAWNatics groan in disappointment with Amara’s raised shoulder, while a worried Alexis sweeps her long, charcoal locks over a shoulder. Portia seems to have broken a slight flop sweat as her overwhelming favorites were a split-second from a memorable upset.
Intent on pushing the Upstarts to victory, Michalka leaves it to Chloe to get herself out of the ring. Instead, the Ukrainian Party Girl wraps her palms around the wrist of the Empress and hauls Amara to her feet. The champion sways, barely able to remain upright before she’s sent hurtling across the ring with an Irish Whip from Katya. The Raver sends Singh racing despite her slight sinewy frame and Amara turns into the buckles of the neutral corner, CRASHING into the thin padding. Her legs turned off like a switch from the impact, the Indian drops to her well-muscled backside, legs extended. Her exotic features bobble softly as Michalka sidles to the opposite corner.
She sprints toward the champ, seemingly ready to bust her Subcontinental bronco, but she pulls up short, instead stuffing a boot sole into Amara’s chest. The crowd rhythmically claps along as Katya’s ready to open the arena for her own particular brand of House Party.
Along with the beat, she thumps right foot after foot into Singh’s bounty, the crowd loving all half-dozen of her Upstart-sized stomps. Finally, the Rave Queen pirouettes. She points to the roaring crowd, the assembled knowing all too well what’s coming next. On the outside, Portia warns Katya it would be much wiser not to do what she has in mind. The challenger isn’t about to not finish her Party, dropping into a pair of splits, her lead foot SLAMMING into Amara’s kitty.
House Party ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=f0Nhu5yNXwU )
The Empress’ hands shoot to her golden-sheathed privates, mouth dropping wide, dark eyes saucers. Michalka pops to her feet, delighted. She grabs an ankle of the Indian and drags Singh to center stage where she goes for the pin in…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOO!
Again, the aching Amara pushes a shoulder up, but the Upstarts’ success against her is showing. Michalka pulls Singh to her feet to finish the job. Keeping the Subcontinental Siren doubled at the waist, Katya hops to a straddle of Amara’s back, facing toward the ass of the Empress. The crowd waits with bated breath for the Ukrainian’s Rave Bomb Remix.
Rave Bomb Remix ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=UutsI3scTFw )
But instead of twisting Amara to the canvas and a likely pinfall, Singh wraps her arms around Michalka’s legs, straightens her frame and drops to the canvas, pulverizing Katya’s skull with an improvised Cradle Back to Belly Piledriver.
Cradle Back to Belly Piledriver ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=SNnpGf5nTmE )
The drained Amara fails to hold on to the challenger’s lower limbs for the possible pin, Katya’s legs flopping to the canvas. On her knees, the Empress manages to collect herself with a couple deep breaths and a wipe of her sopping brow. Spinning at Michalka’s head, the champ mounts her foe’s face in a signature Bollywood Ending reverse sit for the…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOO…
The Party Girl still has some life left, pushing the sapped Singh off her features, and rolling a shoulder off the canvas in the nick of time. Michalka turns to her chest, eyes glassy, but the Standardbearer isn’t much better, rising to her knees before zoning out. Baby shouts at her charge, breaking Singh out of the trance and she knee-walks toward Alexis. Katya, on all fours, crawls to the partially recovered Chloe and it’s a race to the reserves.
Both legal participants dive to the cavalry, each tagging their partner. Alexis slides through the ring and charges as the more disheveled Fields grabs the top ropes but seems stuck in recovery mode. At least until she leaps to the top cable and springboards off into a crossbody block that drops the bigger Suguitan.
Springboard crossbody ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=-hzZlGggyak )
Strawberry forgoes the attempt at a pin, instead scrambling to her feet. The Penthouse Panther isn’t far behind. They head for opposite cables, Chloe with time to pick up more speed. But the champ seems ready to take off the Upstart’s head with a Yakuza Kick directed at her foe’s chin. The Pink Tornado ducks under and races to her second set of strands while the startled Alexis skids to a stop and spins to find a returning Chloe airborne.
Fields goes to the well once too often, diving into another crossbody. But this time, Alexis is locked down. She barely budges in catching the squirming Strawberry. She sets the ponytailed brunette back to the canvas, back turned to the Filipino Phenom and captures the diminutive challenger in a full nelson. Lifting Chloe like she’s a feather for a slam out of the nelson, the acrobatic Upstart catches everyone in the arena by surprise when she pops onto the Panther’s shoulders and throws her bodyweight in reverse, RIPPING Alexis off her feet and SPIKING the crown of the champion’s skull into the thinly-sheathed plywood with a reverse hurricarana that has the crowd ‘OOOOHING’ and Baby wondering what’s gone terribly wrong.
Reverse Hurricarana ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=fy28SzNv_RA ) @ 00:16
The flaccid Suguitan ends on her feet for a moment, finishing her flip after the impact, but quickly timbers into a lifeless starfish. Chloe scrambles atop the demolished Standardbearer in a lateral press, hooking a leg for the…
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOO!
Alexis shades a shoulder off the canvas a few inches, Chloe hopping to her feet and pleading her case to Castle. While sympathetic to the quintessentially cute Upstart, he can only apologetically hold up two fingers. An angry Portia slaps the canvas.
“What the hell is wrong with you two?” she complains, a dazed Alexis not registering the complaint. “Getting schooled by these Jersey runts!”
Fields turns to Fortune’s Favorite and motions her in.
“Come on, ya old meanie. Let me show you how much faster the game is since back in olden times.”
VanBuren nods and hops to the apron. She reaches for the ropes then reconsiders, dropping back to the floor.
“You’re not worth my time.”
A split second later, Alexis dives into the back of Chloe’s left knee, the joint collapsing under the mass and momentum. Strawberry drops to a hip and shoulder, cradling her throbbing lower limb tight, yelping in anguish.
Suguitan struggles to her feet, stumbling to the nearby ropes and hanging on to retain her balance. She stares at the mewling Fields, Strawberry grasping at her throbbing leg. The Upstart hobbles to her feet unaware Alexis is stalking her from behind. The champion whistles to draw Chloe’s attention, the Pink Tornado spinning to face her foe when the Standardbearer strikes, grappling with the significantly smaller brunette. Alexis rolls forward in a somersault and ends in a seat by Chloe’s side. Her left leg laces with Fields‘ stem, the Upstart laying on her chest.
Using Chloe’s left ankle as a handle, Suguitan violently folds the leg at an anguish-inducing angle with her Calf Slicer.
Calf Slicer ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=e-q9k1VLCks )
Immediately, Chloe is howling in agony, shaking her head wildly even before Castle can ask.
Portia moves to the ropes in front of Fields’ face.
“You’re not going to be worth anyone’s time after Lexie breaks that brittle bone of yours.”
“No, no, no,” the Upstart squeaks ardently when Nick gets around to giving Fields a way out. Instead of surrendering, Chloe digs deep and pulls her way to the ropes. Thankfully the strands are only a couple feet away and the ponytailed challenger wraps a palm around the lowest in a few seconds.
Castle calls for the break and a snarling Alexis releases at ‘FOUR’ but only to untie herself, rise and stomp away on the injured stem. Nick wedges in between and a sobbing Chloe pulls herself out of the ring, dropping to the floor at the feet of VanBuren.
Portia reaches down to collect the Upstart, pulling Chloe to her feet. But seeing a charging Katya coming around the corner to defend her partner, Baby pats Strawberry on the head and backs away, hands raised, begging off from the riled Rave Queen.
“Just helping her up, Jersey,” VanBuren insists.
Michalka snorts at the BS dripping from Baby’s lips. She offers support to her friend, slipping her shoulders under an arm of the limping Fields to support Chloe as they walk away from VanBuren and the lurking Singh. The duo put a corner between themselves and the enemy. Unfortunately, they’ve lost track of the Filipino Phenom and Alexis goes out of her catty comfort zone, launching in a suicide dive through the cables and demolishing both Upstarts for the price of one.
Nailed by the golden-brown grappler, Chloe and Katya are sent clattering into the steel barricade behind them, both spines SMASHING into the steel, both challengers puddling at the feet of the woman who’d always been a title bridesmaid until her recent return.
Alexis hovers over both battered brunettes. She stuffs a red stockinged foot into the face of Katya and BANGS the back of the Raver’s skull against the metal divider. ONE. TWO. THREE TIMES!
Leaving the Ukrainian a muddled mess, barely conscious, Alexis snatches a wrist of Strawberry and heaves her under the ropes with an Irish Whip.
Sugutian follows in behind, beating the count by a heartbeat. She hops to her feet and moves to the broken Chloe, gently ‘helping’ Fields reach stooped feet. The bigger Alexis leans over the back of her foe, slipping both sets of fingers under the leg holes of Chloe’s spandex. Yanking up in a wicked wedgie that makes a thong of the space age polymer, the Penthouse Panther lifts the Upstart off her boot soles then, with the crown of Fields’ skull pointed to the canvas, drops her foe with her Panty Peeler tiger driver.
Panty Peeler ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=F2MUUYRPAIM ) (with wedgie instead of underhooks)
The ruined Chole remains folded, pert little bronzed ass pointed to the rafters when Suguitan settles atop her, draping her torso from a kneeling position for the…
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOO!
Somehow. Some way. Chloe finds something more. Something that brought her from the jobber extraordinaire of her early years to be a former lightweight champ, near Oil Baroness and tag team title threat. She slithers on her belly toward the ropes, painfully slowly. However, Alexis grabs an ankle and tugs what’s left of the Upstart to center stage.
On the outside, Katya’s still trying to fully wake from the concussive blows provided her by the Filipino Phenom. And a skulking Portia, having travelled to the Party Girl’s side with the attention-grabbing demolition in the ring, raises a black Jimmy Choo pump and thrusts it into the hollow of Katya’s throat. The lack of air brings Michalka spasming back to life. She wraps both palms around VanBuren’s ankle but can’t dislodge the manager’s thousand-dollar shoe and a beaming Baby delights in the heat she takes from the front rows as she throttles the Rave Queen.
Back in the ring, Alexis turns to a yapping Amara apprehensively. It hadn’t been the Empress’ best night, but Chloe is in a condition to get the Subcontinental Siren out of her slump. Suguitan pulls a rubbery Fields to her feet and captures the smaller woman in a double underhook. She casts her gaze over the back of the dipped Strawberry far and wide, grinning from ear to ear, drawing the ire of every single person filling the house.
And, as if Chloe weighs the equivalent of a feather, the Penthouse Panther launches her up and over, SLAMMING the obliterated Fields to the deck with a beautiful butterfly suplex.
Butterfly suplex ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=_dNK8rBGDNg )
The momentum draws the splattered Fields up to a seated position for a moment, but she flops to her side then melts to a wide spreadeagle. Alexis, on her knees a few feet away, pops to her feet and strides to her fellow champion, tagging in Singh. Alexis seems to consider a double-team for a moment, but there’s just no need and Amara treads toward the plastered, ponytailed brunette, intent on showing more than she had to date.
Her job at leaving Strawberry on her own completed for the foreseeable future and with Castle’s eyes wandering in her direction, Portia leaves a drooling Katya in a pool next to the enraged Upstart Army.
Meanwhile, the Indian grappler, never much for the fancy flips, reaches down and grabs Chloe around the throat with both hands, lifting the depleted Fields to her feet. She stands the wobbling Upstart in front of her to CHOP her with a wicked backhand that staggers Chloe but doesn’t put her down.
Amara spins into a heel kick to the jaw the sends Strawberry into a wicked pirouette but again, against all odds, the dazed and dilapidated Chloe remains vertical if out on her feet. Roaring in a rage, Amara surges forward and nearly rips Fields’ head from her shoulders with a nasty clothesline that delivers Chloe to the canvas but only after a ¾ back flip, Strawberry ending face down and unmoving.
Castle casts a glance in Portia’s direction and silently requests mercy for the Upstart. VanBuren smiles and shrugs.
“The roster has to learn,” she affirms, motioning the official to return his attention to the growing catastrophe.
Amara passes on a pin, the Bollywood Bombshell plucking Chloe’s carcass off the deck and letting the frail Upstart dip back into a dragon sleeper position, Singh threatening to put Fields to bed without the titles. But as Chloe leans into an unwanted bridge, she pushes off the deck and backflips out of Amara’s grasp.
Suddenly reenergized, Chloe flies into the nearby ropes, landing on the middle, and springboards into a u-turn, CLACKING a kick off Amara’s cranium, knocking the bully to her back.
Springboard Shortkick ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=aFbcmW6XwJk )
With the Empress laid at her feet, Chloe stumbles to the buckles but finds her flight legs quickly, nimbly climbing to the top and launching. The former Cirque du Soleil star tucks tight at her zenith and CRASHES down with a booming collision across the tummy of the splayed Singh, NAILING the Indian with a Strawberry Cannonball. After a groaning ‘V’-shaped Singh melts flat to the canvas, Chloe drops tight across Amara, hooking a muscular leg for the…
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TWO…
THRNOOO!
The Bombshell escapes the ravages of the Cannonball, pushing out from under Chloe, shoving Fields to her feet. As Amara rises, Chloe’s back on her horse, racing and hitting the ropes then rebounding at warp speed for…well…presumably something other than Amara wrapping an arm around Chloe’s throat as she tries to race by.
The powerful Empress stands her ground as Chloe’s momentum and quick stop topside sends her abbreviated legs flying out in front of her. Amara sends her foe whipping to a face and chest-first impact as she lays out and brings the Downward Dog out of its house to leave Chloe an annihilated wreck.
Downward Dog ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=py4C6JKgHDU ) @ 00:14
Instead of the champ rolling Fields over for the pin, she rises above the quaking Chloe, snatching Strawberry’s left ankle and moving to a kneel around the already damaged limb. She gathers up Chloe’s opposite number as she moves to a straight-on straddle of Fields’ spine, tucking the legs in her armpits as she leans forward, lacing her fingers and sinking in her favorite version of the most feared Clutch in the business, fully tying her BollyKnot.
BollyKnot ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=_hJ1iW-D8Aw&list=PL48AGjs8xVYOwkNCwnSiloVUQnx15FPqF )
Showing her power, Singh lifts Chloe off the deck and moves the torture to an airborne variety.
It takes but a few seconds before Chloe cries her submission, tapping wildly on Singh’s left wrist. And while Amara relieves pressure from herself by lowering Fields to the canvas, she doesn’t relent on her Knot, wrenching neck, back and legs.
Castle and the crowd protest her continued abuse, but none of it matters until an entering Portia says the magic word and the Empress releases, letting Strawberry stretch out to a shattered, face down starfish.
As VanBuren heads for the ropes nearest the announcer’s table and calls for the belts, the PA blasts the discouraging news.
“Your winners and STILL FAWN Tag Team Champions, Alexis Suguitan and Amara Singh, the Gold Standard!”
Returning with the gold, Portia tells Amara to get rid of the Jersey trash at her feet. Singh complies, snatching a wrist and tugging the flaccid Fields to her feet then bum-rushing her to the edge, sending the Pink Tornado flying over the ropes and CRASHING into a slowly rising Katya, leaving the broken Upstarts in a demolished heap.
Portia hands over the belts to her charges, steps between them, and raises their inner empty hands. While the titlists show off their booty, Baby shows off her champions, the Standard proving, after a ragged start, to be too much for a couple Upstarts.