Post by hawkeye on Sept 3, 2020 1:52:55 GMT
After falling to Lady Liberty then the American Idol and her new Disney Princess BFF Giselle in back-to-back months, a furious Kylie is scheduled to jerk the curtain at Slaybor Day and isn’t happy about it. Stewing, the FAWN original bounces from one side to the other, ready to take out her frustration at being placed in the first match of the night and likely wondering if she’ll make the Mania card this year.
The sound of Iggy gettin’ ‘Fancy’ lets the FAWNatics know this night’s going to start with the woman they love to hate.
(http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=O-zpOMYRi0w )
The assembled let loose with a barrage of animosity, welcoming their one-time favorite before the unforgivable treason perpetrated on her Corps. Though many question the Pleasant Valley Pariah’s ability and even more her ethical indiscretions, no one can deny her power to stir passion. Sanders immediately brings the crowd to a boil, the collective hate moving like a presence toward the silvery-bobbed, elfin beauty as she moves to center stage.
KYLIE SANDERS
There’s no J-Dogg covering her flank tonight, Jasmine scheduled for a throwdown with Orlando’s own ‘theme park royalty’ Giselle later in the card. Vanilla seems anything but Chill, the insult of being the first woman out from the locker room likely causing the crabbiness more than missing the Badass from Hotlanta. The Hawkeye scoffs and scowls at her former faithful, pointing and shouting at the fans to show her the proper respect.
As Kylie moves down the ramp and aisle, the FAWNatics unleash their revulsion on the organization’s most infamous traitor. Unlike countless others, Kylie had been disloyal and deceitful to the hopes of her admirers, a felony much worse than backstabbing another member of the roster. The assembled make that known with their ever-increasing ire.
Drawing on echoes of her original gear, Sanders sports a multi-strapped, yellow-gold sports bra topside with black boy-cut shorts, black boots and pads.
(https://www.yandy.com/Multi-Strapped-Microfiber-Sports-Bra.php )
On the FAWNtron behind her, ‘‘VANILLA CHILL IN DA HOUSE BYTCHES!’ appears in ten-foot high, gold letters. Kylie motions to the message, making certain everyone knows they’re going to leave disappointed.
Keeping clear of the reaching arms and baleful verbal jabs. She stops and stares indignantly at a poster board held high.
‘Time to put Chill on ice and let J-Dogg run the pound.’
FAWN’s Most Hated snatches the sign and tears it to shreds, throwing what’s left into the air like cardboard confetti. She returns her attention to the ring, the stage where she holds the record for most wins of any FAWN wrestler but also the most defeats. Striding the rest of the way to the squared circle, the Hawkeye climbs the steps and demands Castle open the ropes for her.
Nick knows well enough to listen to the FAWN original or he’ll be hearing it all night. He sits on the middle and pushes up the top, the diminutive turncoat slipping between. Once in, the inevitable chants begin, Sanders disregards them at first but as they dwarf the volume of her entrance, Kylie moves to the ring’s edge, receives a microphone and screams at them to stop.
It’s fuel to the ever-raging FAWNatics’ fire, booming chants of “TROLL” filling the bowl. The elfin blonde muffs her ears, demanding Castle make them stop. He shrugs, angering Ky all the more.
“I SAID SHUT UP!” she screams at the multitude.
THEY WON’T!
Sanders throws the stick aside and moves to the far corner in a huff, the crowd giving themselves a hand as they feel they’ve given Kylie the first defeat of the night.
The announcer lets the fans wear themselves out before interrupting.
“Our first match is scheduled for one fall with a 20-minute time limit. From Pleasant Valley, Iowa, standing 5’4” tall and weighing in at 113 pounds, the Platinum Pixie…Vanilla Chill…Kylie Sanders.”
The pounding boos barely have time to bury a sneering Sanders when the stick jockey continues with his introductions.
“And her opponent. From Sacramento, California. She stands 5’ 7” tall and weighs in tonight at 135 pounds, ladies and gentlemen. Give it up for… SID… “THE KID” DUFFY!!!!!
The FAWNatics offer a resounding welcome as the Struts’ “Could Have Been Me” begins to play over the public address system.
( www.youtube.com/watch?v=rfHGqvbSjkA )
Sidney uses both hands to throw the curtains open before stepping through, her arrival prompting ANOTHER burst of cheers and appreciative whistles from the capacity crowd.
SID DUFFY
Even without the looks, she is the sort practically guaranteed to inspire adoration in a paying crowd: her light brown eyes capable of charming the most detached cynic and her bright smile capable of thawing the iciest of hearts, her figure thoroughly complimented by a simple yet classic fog grey one piece, currently underneath a traditional white ring jacket, accompanied by white pads and wrestling boots. Her long blonde hair is pulled into a ponytail, secured by a slightly oversized, fluffy white scrunchy.
It had taken two years of hard work, sweat, and blood to get from the small arenas of Bangor and the FAWN house show circuit to make her pay per view debut. But her ascendancy stalled after playing the victim to Lenore in a Queen’s Chamber match. While she might not have claimed victory, her performance on that stage and even her daring to step onto that stage in Lenore’s home hellscape, won the hearts of a large portion of the FAWNatics. But like many before her, Lemarchand left Duffy in a funk afterward with only one Pay-Per-View appearance since, a humbling loss to Bareback Beth and spotty success back on the central Florida circuit.
Still the crowd, perhaps remembering how close she’d come in Lenore’s Chamber and certainly remembering who the golden-maned athlete faces tonight, gives her a rousing ovation.
Sid sprints to the near ring post, seemingly unwilling to wait another second to make Sanders her first big-time victory. Jumping from the floor, Duffy lands on one knee on the apron, her back to the steel beam. Climbing to her feet, the athletic blonde slips her right leg through the ropes and starts to swing her upper body between the cables only to stop midway and withdraw, taking a seat on the middle rope—at which point, the crowd begins to chant, “SID! SID! SID!”
For the first couple of choruses, Duffy simply nods along, but then she begins to pump a fist in time with the chant, which increases the volume. Finally, Duffy pulls her way into the ring, her eyes meeting a pair of hazel peepers, Chill staring daggers, unable to contain her disgust.
“Get your ass ready to be kicked!” Ky shouts.
The Kid takes pleasure in ignoring the vile veteran, playing to the crowd as she hops to the middle strands, Duffy pumping her fist in time with the crowd…
“SID! SID! SID!!!
Unable to stomach any more, Sanders sprints across the canvas and NAILS the base of Duffy’s spine with a running forearm shiver that ends the crowd’s adoration of her opponent and unleashes the unrestrained hate of her former Kylie Corps.
Castle hurriedly calls for the bell, the tolling accompanying Ky ripping Duffy back to the canvas, stuffing her foe deep into the corner chest-first, and thumping away with a series of raised right knees to Sid’s right kidney and ribs, trying to incapacitate the bigger wrestler from Jump Street.
With Sid slumping, a furious Chill rips Duffy’s coat off her and throws it over the Kid’s head.
With resounding jeers filling the arena, Kylie spins Sid to ‘face’ her and pounds away with punches to her foe’s chest and abs, thwacking her balled digits into the taut tummy of the late bloomer. Duffy tries to cover up from the assault but being blinded has its disadvantages and Sanders has a field day nailing her Slaybor Day foe. One last uppercut cracks Sid in the chin, at least from the way her head snaps back from under the coat, the impact unseen.
With her foe’s face still covered, Chill relents on the battering and hustles to the opposite side of the ring. She taps the top buckle and spins, charging the unsighted blonde. From a few feet out, she launches. Never a high-flyer and even less so with well over a decade under her belt, Sanders doesn’t get much airtime, but it’s enough to SPLASH Duffy, The Kid rocked by the collision. As Ky bounces away, Sid staggers past and the Hawkeye is instantly on her trail.
Racing in from behind, the Platinum Pixie snatches Sid’s covered noggin from the side and sits out, PLANTING her skull into the thinly-sheathed plywood with a bulldog, Duffy’s braincase snapping away from the impact, the blunt force enough to send Sid’s jacket flying off when she absently flops to her back in a starfish.
A snarling Sanders dives atop the sneak-attacked Sid in a lateral press, hooking a leg for the…
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TWO…
Duffy, considerably bigger and more muscular, throws a shoulder up, heaving Kylie to her haunches. Agitated, Sanders hops to her feet and grabs the jacket, ripping it away from Castle before he can bundle it to an attendant. She whips the downed Sid with her own jacket, raising the ire of the FAWNatics further. Finally, she heaves the garment into the front row at the threat of disqualification while reminding Nick Vanilla F’Chill does whatever the hell she wants, not what Da Man wants.
With Duffy to a seated position, Sanders surges toward her foe and levels Sid with a soccer kick to the chest then adds a couple boots to the ribs for good measure before moving to a standing forward straddle of The Kid. She hops into the air above and lands a double stomp to Sid’s bosom, flattening her targets, the ponytailed blonde’s face twisting in pain, which only increases when Sanders grinds her soles into the grey spandex.
Stepping off, Chill moves to cables to address the crowd. “Could a troll do that?” she screams, “That’s what a legend does. You better recognize what that girl Cassava does. I’m the best this place has ever seen!”
Satisfied she’s set the record straight, Kylie returns to the rising Sid and helps her up the rest of the way, only to get a fist RAMMED into her alabaster abdomen, the blow sending a bursting exhale from Sanders’ lips. Sid delivers a second and a third, Kylie’s hazel eyes opening wider with each before a clubbing forearm across The Kid’s shoulders sends the bigger woman down to her knees.
“I’m a star,” Ky screams. “I deserve my Mania spotlight.”
Sanders wraps a front facelock around Duffy’s head and tugs the late bloomer to her feet. She tosses a limp arm of The Kid’s over a shoulder and grabs a handful of spandex at the hip. Grunting, Vanilla Chill tries to keep Sid in the freezer by lifting and depositing with a suplex but the bigger blonde remains anchored. A stubborn Sanders tries a second time without success, this time Duffy follows by driving a knee into Kylie’s ribs.
Duffy turns the tables in positioning, Sid snatching a front facelock, then LAUNCHES Kylie up and over. But the resourceful Platinum Pixie adds a little ‘oomph’ of her own effort behind the flip, allowing her to land on her feet behind Duffy. When Sid turns, Kylie’s ready with an embrace, slipping her arms around a startled Sid, the element of surprise contributing to her ability to lift the bigger woman and send her flipping overhead with a suplex of the German variety.
The ring rattles from the impact and Sid skids to a stop, reaching for her lower spine, grimacing from the reversal of her reversal. An enthused Sanders dives on Duffy for a cross body pin and the…
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TWO…
Sid heaves Chill off her, the smaller Platinum Pixie scrunching her nose in frustration perhaps less from the lack of a ‘three’ as the power in which Duffy applies to make it clear she’s nowhere near getting pinned. A risen Ky applies boots to her foe’s right ribs, convincing Sid to roll to her chest and Ky mounts Duffy in a kneeling, reverse straddle of her foe’s waist. Lifting her right arm heavenward and fashioning a claw, the old members of the Corps can’t help but holler ‘FARM…HAND’.
But before Sanders can sink in her hammy clamp, Sid’s stems curl upward, her ankles wrapping around the back of the lowered head of Vanilla. Bringing the lower limbs back to the canvas, Duffy flips a surprised Sanders out of her straddle and somersaults to a schoolgirl pin of the FAWN original, knees atop Kylie’s bite-sized biceps for the…
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Chill bucks the bigger blonde off, scooting out the back door and clambering to her feet as Duffy does the same. But Kylie’s a bit quicker and ready with a toe kick to The Kid’s gut, forcing Duffy to bend at the waist. The Pleasant Valley Pariah takes immediate advantage, sinking her nails into Sid’s dirty blonde ponytail and using it as a handle to DRIVE Duffy’s features into the canvas with a sit-out facebuster, banging Duffy’s mug into the deck emphatically.
Sid face down in front of her, Kylie scoots on her knees over the faltering Duffy, Sanders making sure tonight’s foe will never get out of first gear. The Platinum Pixie ends where she began, in a reverse straddle of Sid’s back. Again, she raises her curled fingers and this time THRUSTS them into the muscle and nerve bundle just below Sid’s left glute. Farm Hand applied, Kylie digs it in with relish, ‘chewing’ into the sinew to send pulses of pain through every fiber and nerve of the limb. Sid winces in anguish, shaking her head before Castle can ask. She digs her nails into the canvas as Sanders expertly works her claw, keeping the more powerful woman neutralized, Duffy forced to slink on her belly and, after a dozen seconds of torture, wrap a palm around the bottom rope.
The eagle-eyed Castle calls for a break and after another few seconds of Kylie’s hammy-gnawing, he starts his count, Ky giving up her ‘Hand’ at FOUR.
Sanders raises both as she backs away a few steps, allowing Duffy to pull her way up with the help of the cables. Sid limps alongside the strands a few ragged steps before an impatient Kylie closes the gap and sweeps a kick into the back of the injured thigh. Duffy yelps, her hobbling gait becoming more pronounced as she pushes away from the ropes.
“Wrong time, wrong place, loser,” Kylie growls.
Chill THUMPS a side kick into Sid’s taut tummy, bending her foe enough to wrap Duffy’s lowered head in a side headlock. The Platinum Pixie travels to the far buckles with The Kid in tow. She deftly ascends the corner then shoves herself and the ponytailed blonde into a u-turn with her unfolding stems, ready to SPIKE Sid’s skull into the canvas with a modified version of her springboard bulldog. But as each grappler takes the 180, Duffy’s palms raise to Kylie’s hips and the woman that pushed Queen Lenore to the limit within Her Chamber finally shows a spark, heaving Chill off.
Sanders flies in front of Sid unaccompanied and THUMPS down on her tailbone alone, The Kid remaining upright behind Kylie as the platinum blonde yips in pain, grabbing for her ass-ets.
As an aching Chill slowly rises, Sid shakes out her damaged wheel, testing the limb, finally putting it in gear and running THROUGH a turning Ky, dropping a shoulder and GORING the slighter Hawkeye with a textbook spear that decleats the elfin blonde. Duffy PLANTS Kylie into the canvas, instantly turning the momentum on FAWN’s Most Hated.
Straddling the flattened Sanders, Duffy smoothly transitions, slipping a leg beneath the waist of the Hawkeye and bringing the opposite number over the top. locking ankles on the other side. Sid squeezes her thighs and Ky’s midriff between for all she’s worth, working the scissors on her foe and working out the leftover nerve twitches from the Farm Hand out of her system. Stuck within the cinching limbs, a wide-eyed Kylie gasps in pain, prying uselessly at the sinewy stems, her face contorting as The Kid pours on the power.
Unable to prize her way free, the Platinum Pixie begins to pound instead, and Sidney decides to change course, unwrapping her pressing stems and pushing to her feet, drawing the smaller woman up with her.
“Right time, right place,” Duffy begs to differ before leveling a knife-edge chop across Sanders’ chest, knocking Kylie into a wincing backpedal that only halts when Chill finds herself literally backed into a corner.
Sid races after, hopping to a stance on the middle ropes. Pulling Kylie’s head back, she peppers Sanders’ skull with mounted punches, firing away, the crowd joyfully counting along. Only Castle acknowledges the illegality of the activity as the FAWNatics chant out EIGHT, NINE and TEN!
The Kid dismounts and lets Chill stumble out a few steps before scooping the smaller woman up around the waist from behind in a backhand grip while scooping the near thigh. Duffy carries Ky like a babe in her arms before dropping to one knee, attempting to put a crook in the spine of the Platinum Princess, Sidney dropping Kylie across the plank of her elevated leg with an over-the-knee backbreaker.
Over-the-knee backbreaker ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=3SNos-IZQJc ) 00:18
With Sanders grimacing, her body in an overturned arc, Duffy presses down on either side to increase the pressure, one hand shoving into Kylie’s chin, the other her thigh. Castle dutifully asks if FAWN’s Most Hated wants to surrender and he gets a family insult in reply.
Sid rises, pulling the Platinum Pixie up with her. She latches onto a shoulder and wrist and sends Chill racing to the ropes at full speed. Rebounding out of the cables, Ky’s silvery bob bounces as she sprints toward the stationed Duffy. The Kid ducks slightly, accepting Sanders into her arms. She scoops Ky under the knees, elevating Sanders. The bigger grappler pivots with ease and THUMPS Kylie into the canvas with a splendid spinebuster.
Spinebuster ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=8G2knsYGkb4 )
Blasted by the force of the impact and being simultaneously sandwiched, Sanders spreads out in a starfish beneath Duffy, Sid finding her groove and then some as she covers the splayed Hawkeye for the…
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TWO…
Chill stays cool, throwing a shoulder up and rolling to her side, but her hazel eyes are glassy and she seems frozen in that perilous position. The Kid forces the wilting Sanders to a seat, Duffy taking a similar position behind her foe. The ponytailed blonde captures both of Kylie’s arms, pulling them behind the platinum blonde. She swings her powerful stems up, locking them at the ankles behind Kylie’s neck. Lotus Lock secured, the late bloomer forces her legs forward, wrenching Ky’s head and neck as she does but also threatening to tear Sanders’ guns out at the sockets.
Lotus Lock ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=-ol3_YW6zrw ) 00:27
Kylie moans as her foe continues the torture, a writhing Sanders stuck within the submission. But Chill’s experience comes into play, leaning back into the maneuver thereby rolling Duffy onto her shoulders for the…
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TWO…
Forced to give up her Lotus, The Kid releases and unfolds out of the pinning predicament, scrambling to her feet as Chill tries to at a snail’s pace.
Sid steps to the slowly rising Ky. She collects the staggered Sanders, hooking a leg high and laying out, ‘exploding’ Chill up and over with a ring-rattling suplex.
Exploder Suplex ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=Oq2NI27xgQs )
The grimacing Kylie rolls through the impact, following her momentum under the bottom rope, managing to land on her feet when reaching the floor, but dropping to one knee in recovery mode.
The force of The Kid’s power taking its toll on the FAWN original, Chill begs off when Sid moves to the ropes and beckons Kylie back in. She waves dismissively at Duffy and Castle, instead walking around the ring, ready to call it a night and end Slaybor Day’s first match early.
As she gets boot leather on the bottom of the ramp, an exiting Duffy decides differently. She grabs a startled Kylie from behind by a wrist and shoulder, spinning Sanders back toward the ring and heaving. Chill turns into a savage back-first connection with the apron’s edge, the spine of the Platinum Pixie arching in agony from the impact. Sid moves to the Pleasant Valley Pariah, dipping and scooping Vanilla off the floor.
“Sorry, Kylie,” Duffy informs. “You’re not running the show tonight or running FROM it.”
Sid shows her strength, heaving Sanders onto the apron and rolling her back into the ring. The ponytailed blonde follows behind and rises, reaching to collect the blasted Chill when, in a flash, Sanders grabs a wrist and tugs, entwining her legs with the bigger Sid’s to trip Duffy to the canvas and roll her into a small package for the…
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THRNOOO!
The squirming Sid barely escapes in time, quickly pushing to her feet and worriedly glancing at Nick, who holds up two fingers. Relieved, she turns back to Ky and promptly has a thumb jammed in her left eye. The Kid squeals in pain, turning and stumbling away while rubbing at the socket. A gasping Chill draws in a few deep breaths and trails, stalking her more imposing foe from behind.
Kylie takes full advantage of her underhanded tactic, throwing a chop block into the back of Sidney’s left knee, forcing her foe to genuflect, Duffy yelping in pain from the cheap shot. Unconcerned with ethical standards, Sanders leaps to her feet with a beaming grin, playing to the angry masses. She skips several feet away then races at Duffy, NAILING The Kid with a Shining Wizard. Knee meets jaw in a sickening thud and Sid is laid out in a lifeless spreadeagle.
Kylie drops to her knees next to the demolished Duffy. Chill presses one palm into Sid’s chest and another into her navel, demanding Castle count her to victory with the…
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TWO…
THRNOOO!
Determined to make her big splash, The Kid keeps herself alive, barely lifting a shoulder with Nick’s last slap on the way down. Castle leaps to his feet and confirms it’s only TWO!
Kylie pushes to her feet and gets in the zebra’s grill.
“I get it, Castle,” Kylie complains. “Da Man told you to keep me out of Mania. Well, it ain’t gonna happen. I got this bytch and then he can’t deny me!”
Out of the corner of her eye, Chill can tell a weary Duffy is pushing to her feet. She immediately heads for the distant ropes and u-turns out of the rubber-coated steel. With a wobbling Sid on her feet but swaying like a reed in the wind, Kylie leaps into a flying crossbody and knocks the bigger woman back a step or two…BUT NO MORE!
Sid steadies her stance, a squirming Kylie wrapped across her chest, a panicking Chill wriggling for her freedom but unable to find it. Sid lays out and DRIVES the Platinum Pixie into the canvas with a ring-rattling fallaway slam.
Fallaway Slam ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=JJngipRRz8A ) 00:09
Chill barrel rolls to a stop after a 360-degree spin, the starch battered out of the reeling legend. Sensing the win that would put her on the map and in regular PPV rotation, Duffy crawls to the splayed Sanders and covers for the…
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TWO…
THRNOOO!
Kylie shoves a shoulder up, if barely, FAWN’s Most Hated showing increasing wear and tear but also her renowned ability to take a beating and come back for more. Unfortunately for Ky that’s exactly what happened the previous two months. Too much coming back for more and Duffy looks to keep the trend continuing. Guiding a wobbly Sanders to her feet, she draws the faltering Chill into a face-to-face bearhug.
The bigger woman easily lifts the Platinum Pixie high then drops her crotch on bended knee with an Atomic Drop. Kylie’s face twists in pain, hands dropping to her undercarriage, frozen. Duffy rises and with her foe’s head slightly dipped, Sanders is an inviting target. Sid yanks Vanilla into a tight front facelock then buggywhips Kylie to the deck with a Snap DDT, SPIKING Ky’s skull into the canvas with the back end of The Kid’s Duffy Double specialty.
Snap DDT ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=y5OMXTNYkvg ) 00:57
The Hawkeye shudders from the collision, ending in a three-point stance, forehead and knees touching canvas until Sid pushes the stunned, elfin blonde to her side then her back. The crowd roars with anticipation as Duffy climbs aboard in a lateral press for the…
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THRENOOO!
So close.
Sid takes a long look at Castle, Nick responding with a determined shake of his head. Duffy nods in response, though there’s a hint of disbelief in her eyes. She turns to find the ever-stubborn Sanders up to one knee. There was a reason a woman short of stature, size, athletic ability and friends survived this long. She’s a silver-bobbed cockroach and Duffy seems to consider herself Slaybor Day’s insecticide.
When Sanders reaches her feet, Sid slides in on Ky’s left, sending her left knee in front of the Hawkeye’s body while draping the rest of her fame across Kylie’s back. The Kid emerges on the opposite side of Sanders, slipping her torso and near arm under Chill’s right wing and swinging her foe’s core back in the process, violently twisting the ivory midriff of the Iowan. Brutal abdominal stretch in place, Sid increases the pressure, forcing her free hand into Ky’s hip and shoving forward.
Abdominal Stretch ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=ey2U8tFbWgQ )
Sanders yelps in pain, hazel eyes squinting as she ties to fight through knots in her belly. She tries to find a way to slip loose of her agile, larger foe. Shaking her head when Castle moves closer, Kylie slowly creates enough space to pivot and sneak her way toward freedom, only to have Sidney drop an elbow into the stretched set of ribs as a ‘going away’ present. Sanders drops to one knee, rubbing at her aching side. Duffy uses the opportunity to snatch the lowered head of the Hawkeye with both hands, spinning a mewling Kylie up to face her then BEAN her with a nasty headbutt to the bridge of Ky’s beak.
Chill wheels away, cursing in nasal tones as both hands shoot to her nose. She slowly sweeps in a wide arc back toward Duffy and Sid is already in motion, running full steam into a Double Knee Strike to Kylie’s chest. Duffy sends Sanders into a stumbling backpedal that ends with the Platinum Pixie on her ass, seated in front of the buckles, abbreviated legs extended, head bobbling, chin drooping, Sid wearing down the FAWN original to a black-and-gold nub.
Running Double Knee Strike ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=IqUE-79zIx4 )
The FAWNatics scoot to the edge of their seats in anticipation of some Chilly humiliation, perhaps hoping The Kid will bring out the stinkface for the ultimate traitor, but Sid’s all business. She plucks Ky to her feet, laying into her foe with a round of blistering backhand chops to the chest of the Platinum Princess, a ruby ridge created over the cleavage of the faltering Sanders.
Duffy hops to the middle ropes, one foot on either side of the spent Hawkeye, seemingly ready to fire away with another round of mounted punches when Chill digs into what’s left of her reserves and pushes Sid off her perch. Duffy lands cleanly however and is ready for a charging Chill with a toe kick the delves deep into Sanders’ tummy.
Frozen and gasping, her head lowered, the pickings are there for a grand finale, Sid stepping forward to secure double underhooks on the gassed Sanders. The crowd roars as Duffy leans to the left with her captured cargo, preparing to bring it back in the opposite direction and end the night with her Sid Spin.
Sid Spin ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=e9gl6HnzB1I ) 00:06
But before Duffy can reverse direction and PLANT Kylie to the deck, Chill slips free during the momentum builder. A startled Duffy reaches forward to regain control and reset the bitter ending, but as she does, Kylie bursts into action, slipping an arm behind Sid’s neck while cradling her near leg.
Small Package ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=kaFWiDOkn8U ) 00:01
The Platinum Pixie flops to the canvas, catching a squirming Sid within a small package. With an arm curled around one of Duffy’s stems and a leg creased behind the other, Sid’s shoulders flat to the deck, Chill has The Kid writhing for release through…
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THREEE!
Duffy kicks loose a split-second after, the shocked Sidney scrambling to her feet and staring pleadingly at Castle. But Nick’s busy calling for the bell, which comes quickly.
Perhaps just as surprised as The Kid, a wide-eyed Kylie rolls toward the ropes and under, wanting no part of Duffy and any frustration she’s feeling. On the floor, Sanders staggers away, wearily raising an arm as the ring announcer makes the reviled call.
“Your winner, by pinfall, Vanilla Chill…Kylie Sanders!”
A growing smirk creases Sanders’ lips as she pumps a fist at the jeering throng.
“I told you. I told you all. See you at Mania, losers,” she shouts at the unhappy horde.
As Sid drops to her knees, head falling into her palms, a chuckling Kylie backs her way up the ramp, mockingly slapping the air in front of her for another ‘air three-count’ then holds her arm high once more, reveling in her former Corps’ disappointment.
The sound of Iggy gettin’ ‘Fancy’ lets the FAWNatics know this night’s going to start with the woman they love to hate.
(http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=O-zpOMYRi0w )
The assembled let loose with a barrage of animosity, welcoming their one-time favorite before the unforgivable treason perpetrated on her Corps. Though many question the Pleasant Valley Pariah’s ability and even more her ethical indiscretions, no one can deny her power to stir passion. Sanders immediately brings the crowd to a boil, the collective hate moving like a presence toward the silvery-bobbed, elfin beauty as she moves to center stage.
KYLIE SANDERS
There’s no J-Dogg covering her flank tonight, Jasmine scheduled for a throwdown with Orlando’s own ‘theme park royalty’ Giselle later in the card. Vanilla seems anything but Chill, the insult of being the first woman out from the locker room likely causing the crabbiness more than missing the Badass from Hotlanta. The Hawkeye scoffs and scowls at her former faithful, pointing and shouting at the fans to show her the proper respect.
As Kylie moves down the ramp and aisle, the FAWNatics unleash their revulsion on the organization’s most infamous traitor. Unlike countless others, Kylie had been disloyal and deceitful to the hopes of her admirers, a felony much worse than backstabbing another member of the roster. The assembled make that known with their ever-increasing ire.
Drawing on echoes of her original gear, Sanders sports a multi-strapped, yellow-gold sports bra topside with black boy-cut shorts, black boots and pads.
(https://www.yandy.com/Multi-Strapped-Microfiber-Sports-Bra.php )
On the FAWNtron behind her, ‘‘VANILLA CHILL IN DA HOUSE BYTCHES!’ appears in ten-foot high, gold letters. Kylie motions to the message, making certain everyone knows they’re going to leave disappointed.
Keeping clear of the reaching arms and baleful verbal jabs. She stops and stares indignantly at a poster board held high.
‘Time to put Chill on ice and let J-Dogg run the pound.’
FAWN’s Most Hated snatches the sign and tears it to shreds, throwing what’s left into the air like cardboard confetti. She returns her attention to the ring, the stage where she holds the record for most wins of any FAWN wrestler but also the most defeats. Striding the rest of the way to the squared circle, the Hawkeye climbs the steps and demands Castle open the ropes for her.
Nick knows well enough to listen to the FAWN original or he’ll be hearing it all night. He sits on the middle and pushes up the top, the diminutive turncoat slipping between. Once in, the inevitable chants begin, Sanders disregards them at first but as they dwarf the volume of her entrance, Kylie moves to the ring’s edge, receives a microphone and screams at them to stop.
It’s fuel to the ever-raging FAWNatics’ fire, booming chants of “TROLL” filling the bowl. The elfin blonde muffs her ears, demanding Castle make them stop. He shrugs, angering Ky all the more.
“I SAID SHUT UP!” she screams at the multitude.
THEY WON’T!
Sanders throws the stick aside and moves to the far corner in a huff, the crowd giving themselves a hand as they feel they’ve given Kylie the first defeat of the night.
The announcer lets the fans wear themselves out before interrupting.
“Our first match is scheduled for one fall with a 20-minute time limit. From Pleasant Valley, Iowa, standing 5’4” tall and weighing in at 113 pounds, the Platinum Pixie…Vanilla Chill…Kylie Sanders.”
The pounding boos barely have time to bury a sneering Sanders when the stick jockey continues with his introductions.
“And her opponent. From Sacramento, California. She stands 5’ 7” tall and weighs in tonight at 135 pounds, ladies and gentlemen. Give it up for… SID… “THE KID” DUFFY!!!!!
The FAWNatics offer a resounding welcome as the Struts’ “Could Have Been Me” begins to play over the public address system.
( www.youtube.com/watch?v=rfHGqvbSjkA )
Sidney uses both hands to throw the curtains open before stepping through, her arrival prompting ANOTHER burst of cheers and appreciative whistles from the capacity crowd.
SID DUFFY
Even without the looks, she is the sort practically guaranteed to inspire adoration in a paying crowd: her light brown eyes capable of charming the most detached cynic and her bright smile capable of thawing the iciest of hearts, her figure thoroughly complimented by a simple yet classic fog grey one piece, currently underneath a traditional white ring jacket, accompanied by white pads and wrestling boots. Her long blonde hair is pulled into a ponytail, secured by a slightly oversized, fluffy white scrunchy.
It had taken two years of hard work, sweat, and blood to get from the small arenas of Bangor and the FAWN house show circuit to make her pay per view debut. But her ascendancy stalled after playing the victim to Lenore in a Queen’s Chamber match. While she might not have claimed victory, her performance on that stage and even her daring to step onto that stage in Lenore’s home hellscape, won the hearts of a large portion of the FAWNatics. But like many before her, Lemarchand left Duffy in a funk afterward with only one Pay-Per-View appearance since, a humbling loss to Bareback Beth and spotty success back on the central Florida circuit.
Still the crowd, perhaps remembering how close she’d come in Lenore’s Chamber and certainly remembering who the golden-maned athlete faces tonight, gives her a rousing ovation.
Sid sprints to the near ring post, seemingly unwilling to wait another second to make Sanders her first big-time victory. Jumping from the floor, Duffy lands on one knee on the apron, her back to the steel beam. Climbing to her feet, the athletic blonde slips her right leg through the ropes and starts to swing her upper body between the cables only to stop midway and withdraw, taking a seat on the middle rope—at which point, the crowd begins to chant, “SID! SID! SID!”
For the first couple of choruses, Duffy simply nods along, but then she begins to pump a fist in time with the chant, which increases the volume. Finally, Duffy pulls her way into the ring, her eyes meeting a pair of hazel peepers, Chill staring daggers, unable to contain her disgust.
“Get your ass ready to be kicked!” Ky shouts.
The Kid takes pleasure in ignoring the vile veteran, playing to the crowd as she hops to the middle strands, Duffy pumping her fist in time with the crowd…
“SID! SID! SID!!!
Unable to stomach any more, Sanders sprints across the canvas and NAILS the base of Duffy’s spine with a running forearm shiver that ends the crowd’s adoration of her opponent and unleashes the unrestrained hate of her former Kylie Corps.
Castle hurriedly calls for the bell, the tolling accompanying Ky ripping Duffy back to the canvas, stuffing her foe deep into the corner chest-first, and thumping away with a series of raised right knees to Sid’s right kidney and ribs, trying to incapacitate the bigger wrestler from Jump Street.
With Sid slumping, a furious Chill rips Duffy’s coat off her and throws it over the Kid’s head.
With resounding jeers filling the arena, Kylie spins Sid to ‘face’ her and pounds away with punches to her foe’s chest and abs, thwacking her balled digits into the taut tummy of the late bloomer. Duffy tries to cover up from the assault but being blinded has its disadvantages and Sanders has a field day nailing her Slaybor Day foe. One last uppercut cracks Sid in the chin, at least from the way her head snaps back from under the coat, the impact unseen.
With her foe’s face still covered, Chill relents on the battering and hustles to the opposite side of the ring. She taps the top buckle and spins, charging the unsighted blonde. From a few feet out, she launches. Never a high-flyer and even less so with well over a decade under her belt, Sanders doesn’t get much airtime, but it’s enough to SPLASH Duffy, The Kid rocked by the collision. As Ky bounces away, Sid staggers past and the Hawkeye is instantly on her trail.
Racing in from behind, the Platinum Pixie snatches Sid’s covered noggin from the side and sits out, PLANTING her skull into the thinly-sheathed plywood with a bulldog, Duffy’s braincase snapping away from the impact, the blunt force enough to send Sid’s jacket flying off when she absently flops to her back in a starfish.
A snarling Sanders dives atop the sneak-attacked Sid in a lateral press, hooking a leg for the…
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Duffy, considerably bigger and more muscular, throws a shoulder up, heaving Kylie to her haunches. Agitated, Sanders hops to her feet and grabs the jacket, ripping it away from Castle before he can bundle it to an attendant. She whips the downed Sid with her own jacket, raising the ire of the FAWNatics further. Finally, she heaves the garment into the front row at the threat of disqualification while reminding Nick Vanilla F’Chill does whatever the hell she wants, not what Da Man wants.
With Duffy to a seated position, Sanders surges toward her foe and levels Sid with a soccer kick to the chest then adds a couple boots to the ribs for good measure before moving to a standing forward straddle of The Kid. She hops into the air above and lands a double stomp to Sid’s bosom, flattening her targets, the ponytailed blonde’s face twisting in pain, which only increases when Sanders grinds her soles into the grey spandex.
Stepping off, Chill moves to cables to address the crowd. “Could a troll do that?” she screams, “That’s what a legend does. You better recognize what that girl Cassava does. I’m the best this place has ever seen!”
Satisfied she’s set the record straight, Kylie returns to the rising Sid and helps her up the rest of the way, only to get a fist RAMMED into her alabaster abdomen, the blow sending a bursting exhale from Sanders’ lips. Sid delivers a second and a third, Kylie’s hazel eyes opening wider with each before a clubbing forearm across The Kid’s shoulders sends the bigger woman down to her knees.
“I’m a star,” Ky screams. “I deserve my Mania spotlight.”
Sanders wraps a front facelock around Duffy’s head and tugs the late bloomer to her feet. She tosses a limp arm of The Kid’s over a shoulder and grabs a handful of spandex at the hip. Grunting, Vanilla Chill tries to keep Sid in the freezer by lifting and depositing with a suplex but the bigger blonde remains anchored. A stubborn Sanders tries a second time without success, this time Duffy follows by driving a knee into Kylie’s ribs.
Duffy turns the tables in positioning, Sid snatching a front facelock, then LAUNCHES Kylie up and over. But the resourceful Platinum Pixie adds a little ‘oomph’ of her own effort behind the flip, allowing her to land on her feet behind Duffy. When Sid turns, Kylie’s ready with an embrace, slipping her arms around a startled Sid, the element of surprise contributing to her ability to lift the bigger woman and send her flipping overhead with a suplex of the German variety.
The ring rattles from the impact and Sid skids to a stop, reaching for her lower spine, grimacing from the reversal of her reversal. An enthused Sanders dives on Duffy for a cross body pin and the…
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Sid heaves Chill off her, the smaller Platinum Pixie scrunching her nose in frustration perhaps less from the lack of a ‘three’ as the power in which Duffy applies to make it clear she’s nowhere near getting pinned. A risen Ky applies boots to her foe’s right ribs, convincing Sid to roll to her chest and Ky mounts Duffy in a kneeling, reverse straddle of her foe’s waist. Lifting her right arm heavenward and fashioning a claw, the old members of the Corps can’t help but holler ‘FARM…HAND’.
But before Sanders can sink in her hammy clamp, Sid’s stems curl upward, her ankles wrapping around the back of the lowered head of Vanilla. Bringing the lower limbs back to the canvas, Duffy flips a surprised Sanders out of her straddle and somersaults to a schoolgirl pin of the FAWN original, knees atop Kylie’s bite-sized biceps for the…
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Chill bucks the bigger blonde off, scooting out the back door and clambering to her feet as Duffy does the same. But Kylie’s a bit quicker and ready with a toe kick to The Kid’s gut, forcing Duffy to bend at the waist. The Pleasant Valley Pariah takes immediate advantage, sinking her nails into Sid’s dirty blonde ponytail and using it as a handle to DRIVE Duffy’s features into the canvas with a sit-out facebuster, banging Duffy’s mug into the deck emphatically.
Sid face down in front of her, Kylie scoots on her knees over the faltering Duffy, Sanders making sure tonight’s foe will never get out of first gear. The Platinum Pixie ends where she began, in a reverse straddle of Sid’s back. Again, she raises her curled fingers and this time THRUSTS them into the muscle and nerve bundle just below Sid’s left glute. Farm Hand applied, Kylie digs it in with relish, ‘chewing’ into the sinew to send pulses of pain through every fiber and nerve of the limb. Sid winces in anguish, shaking her head before Castle can ask. She digs her nails into the canvas as Sanders expertly works her claw, keeping the more powerful woman neutralized, Duffy forced to slink on her belly and, after a dozen seconds of torture, wrap a palm around the bottom rope.
The eagle-eyed Castle calls for a break and after another few seconds of Kylie’s hammy-gnawing, he starts his count, Ky giving up her ‘Hand’ at FOUR.
Sanders raises both as she backs away a few steps, allowing Duffy to pull her way up with the help of the cables. Sid limps alongside the strands a few ragged steps before an impatient Kylie closes the gap and sweeps a kick into the back of the injured thigh. Duffy yelps, her hobbling gait becoming more pronounced as she pushes away from the ropes.
“Wrong time, wrong place, loser,” Kylie growls.
Chill THUMPS a side kick into Sid’s taut tummy, bending her foe enough to wrap Duffy’s lowered head in a side headlock. The Platinum Pixie travels to the far buckles with The Kid in tow. She deftly ascends the corner then shoves herself and the ponytailed blonde into a u-turn with her unfolding stems, ready to SPIKE Sid’s skull into the canvas with a modified version of her springboard bulldog. But as each grappler takes the 180, Duffy’s palms raise to Kylie’s hips and the woman that pushed Queen Lenore to the limit within Her Chamber finally shows a spark, heaving Chill off.
Sanders flies in front of Sid unaccompanied and THUMPS down on her tailbone alone, The Kid remaining upright behind Kylie as the platinum blonde yips in pain, grabbing for her ass-ets.
As an aching Chill slowly rises, Sid shakes out her damaged wheel, testing the limb, finally putting it in gear and running THROUGH a turning Ky, dropping a shoulder and GORING the slighter Hawkeye with a textbook spear that decleats the elfin blonde. Duffy PLANTS Kylie into the canvas, instantly turning the momentum on FAWN’s Most Hated.
Straddling the flattened Sanders, Duffy smoothly transitions, slipping a leg beneath the waist of the Hawkeye and bringing the opposite number over the top. locking ankles on the other side. Sid squeezes her thighs and Ky’s midriff between for all she’s worth, working the scissors on her foe and working out the leftover nerve twitches from the Farm Hand out of her system. Stuck within the cinching limbs, a wide-eyed Kylie gasps in pain, prying uselessly at the sinewy stems, her face contorting as The Kid pours on the power.
Unable to prize her way free, the Platinum Pixie begins to pound instead, and Sidney decides to change course, unwrapping her pressing stems and pushing to her feet, drawing the smaller woman up with her.
“Right time, right place,” Duffy begs to differ before leveling a knife-edge chop across Sanders’ chest, knocking Kylie into a wincing backpedal that only halts when Chill finds herself literally backed into a corner.
Sid races after, hopping to a stance on the middle ropes. Pulling Kylie’s head back, she peppers Sanders’ skull with mounted punches, firing away, the crowd joyfully counting along. Only Castle acknowledges the illegality of the activity as the FAWNatics chant out EIGHT, NINE and TEN!
The Kid dismounts and lets Chill stumble out a few steps before scooping the smaller woman up around the waist from behind in a backhand grip while scooping the near thigh. Duffy carries Ky like a babe in her arms before dropping to one knee, attempting to put a crook in the spine of the Platinum Princess, Sidney dropping Kylie across the plank of her elevated leg with an over-the-knee backbreaker.
Over-the-knee backbreaker ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=3SNos-IZQJc ) 00:18
With Sanders grimacing, her body in an overturned arc, Duffy presses down on either side to increase the pressure, one hand shoving into Kylie’s chin, the other her thigh. Castle dutifully asks if FAWN’s Most Hated wants to surrender and he gets a family insult in reply.
Sid rises, pulling the Platinum Pixie up with her. She latches onto a shoulder and wrist and sends Chill racing to the ropes at full speed. Rebounding out of the cables, Ky’s silvery bob bounces as she sprints toward the stationed Duffy. The Kid ducks slightly, accepting Sanders into her arms. She scoops Ky under the knees, elevating Sanders. The bigger grappler pivots with ease and THUMPS Kylie into the canvas with a splendid spinebuster.
Spinebuster ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=8G2knsYGkb4 )
Blasted by the force of the impact and being simultaneously sandwiched, Sanders spreads out in a starfish beneath Duffy, Sid finding her groove and then some as she covers the splayed Hawkeye for the…
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Chill stays cool, throwing a shoulder up and rolling to her side, but her hazel eyes are glassy and she seems frozen in that perilous position. The Kid forces the wilting Sanders to a seat, Duffy taking a similar position behind her foe. The ponytailed blonde captures both of Kylie’s arms, pulling them behind the platinum blonde. She swings her powerful stems up, locking them at the ankles behind Kylie’s neck. Lotus Lock secured, the late bloomer forces her legs forward, wrenching Ky’s head and neck as she does but also threatening to tear Sanders’ guns out at the sockets.
Lotus Lock ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=-ol3_YW6zrw ) 00:27
Kylie moans as her foe continues the torture, a writhing Sanders stuck within the submission. But Chill’s experience comes into play, leaning back into the maneuver thereby rolling Duffy onto her shoulders for the…
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Forced to give up her Lotus, The Kid releases and unfolds out of the pinning predicament, scrambling to her feet as Chill tries to at a snail’s pace.
Sid steps to the slowly rising Ky. She collects the staggered Sanders, hooking a leg high and laying out, ‘exploding’ Chill up and over with a ring-rattling suplex.
Exploder Suplex ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=Oq2NI27xgQs )
The grimacing Kylie rolls through the impact, following her momentum under the bottom rope, managing to land on her feet when reaching the floor, but dropping to one knee in recovery mode.
The force of The Kid’s power taking its toll on the FAWN original, Chill begs off when Sid moves to the ropes and beckons Kylie back in. She waves dismissively at Duffy and Castle, instead walking around the ring, ready to call it a night and end Slaybor Day’s first match early.
As she gets boot leather on the bottom of the ramp, an exiting Duffy decides differently. She grabs a startled Kylie from behind by a wrist and shoulder, spinning Sanders back toward the ring and heaving. Chill turns into a savage back-first connection with the apron’s edge, the spine of the Platinum Pixie arching in agony from the impact. Sid moves to the Pleasant Valley Pariah, dipping and scooping Vanilla off the floor.
“Sorry, Kylie,” Duffy informs. “You’re not running the show tonight or running FROM it.”
Sid shows her strength, heaving Sanders onto the apron and rolling her back into the ring. The ponytailed blonde follows behind and rises, reaching to collect the blasted Chill when, in a flash, Sanders grabs a wrist and tugs, entwining her legs with the bigger Sid’s to trip Duffy to the canvas and roll her into a small package for the…
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THRNOOO!
The squirming Sid barely escapes in time, quickly pushing to her feet and worriedly glancing at Nick, who holds up two fingers. Relieved, she turns back to Ky and promptly has a thumb jammed in her left eye. The Kid squeals in pain, turning and stumbling away while rubbing at the socket. A gasping Chill draws in a few deep breaths and trails, stalking her more imposing foe from behind.
Kylie takes full advantage of her underhanded tactic, throwing a chop block into the back of Sidney’s left knee, forcing her foe to genuflect, Duffy yelping in pain from the cheap shot. Unconcerned with ethical standards, Sanders leaps to her feet with a beaming grin, playing to the angry masses. She skips several feet away then races at Duffy, NAILING The Kid with a Shining Wizard. Knee meets jaw in a sickening thud and Sid is laid out in a lifeless spreadeagle.
Kylie drops to her knees next to the demolished Duffy. Chill presses one palm into Sid’s chest and another into her navel, demanding Castle count her to victory with the…
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THRNOOO!
Determined to make her big splash, The Kid keeps herself alive, barely lifting a shoulder with Nick’s last slap on the way down. Castle leaps to his feet and confirms it’s only TWO!
Kylie pushes to her feet and gets in the zebra’s grill.
“I get it, Castle,” Kylie complains. “Da Man told you to keep me out of Mania. Well, it ain’t gonna happen. I got this bytch and then he can’t deny me!”
Out of the corner of her eye, Chill can tell a weary Duffy is pushing to her feet. She immediately heads for the distant ropes and u-turns out of the rubber-coated steel. With a wobbling Sid on her feet but swaying like a reed in the wind, Kylie leaps into a flying crossbody and knocks the bigger woman back a step or two…BUT NO MORE!
Sid steadies her stance, a squirming Kylie wrapped across her chest, a panicking Chill wriggling for her freedom but unable to find it. Sid lays out and DRIVES the Platinum Pixie into the canvas with a ring-rattling fallaway slam.
Fallaway Slam ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=JJngipRRz8A ) 00:09
Chill barrel rolls to a stop after a 360-degree spin, the starch battered out of the reeling legend. Sensing the win that would put her on the map and in regular PPV rotation, Duffy crawls to the splayed Sanders and covers for the…
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THRNOOO!
Kylie shoves a shoulder up, if barely, FAWN’s Most Hated showing increasing wear and tear but also her renowned ability to take a beating and come back for more. Unfortunately for Ky that’s exactly what happened the previous two months. Too much coming back for more and Duffy looks to keep the trend continuing. Guiding a wobbly Sanders to her feet, she draws the faltering Chill into a face-to-face bearhug.
The bigger woman easily lifts the Platinum Pixie high then drops her crotch on bended knee with an Atomic Drop. Kylie’s face twists in pain, hands dropping to her undercarriage, frozen. Duffy rises and with her foe’s head slightly dipped, Sanders is an inviting target. Sid yanks Vanilla into a tight front facelock then buggywhips Kylie to the deck with a Snap DDT, SPIKING Ky’s skull into the canvas with the back end of The Kid’s Duffy Double specialty.
Snap DDT ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=y5OMXTNYkvg ) 00:57
The Hawkeye shudders from the collision, ending in a three-point stance, forehead and knees touching canvas until Sid pushes the stunned, elfin blonde to her side then her back. The crowd roars with anticipation as Duffy climbs aboard in a lateral press for the…
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THRENOOO!
So close.
Sid takes a long look at Castle, Nick responding with a determined shake of his head. Duffy nods in response, though there’s a hint of disbelief in her eyes. She turns to find the ever-stubborn Sanders up to one knee. There was a reason a woman short of stature, size, athletic ability and friends survived this long. She’s a silver-bobbed cockroach and Duffy seems to consider herself Slaybor Day’s insecticide.
When Sanders reaches her feet, Sid slides in on Ky’s left, sending her left knee in front of the Hawkeye’s body while draping the rest of her fame across Kylie’s back. The Kid emerges on the opposite side of Sanders, slipping her torso and near arm under Chill’s right wing and swinging her foe’s core back in the process, violently twisting the ivory midriff of the Iowan. Brutal abdominal stretch in place, Sid increases the pressure, forcing her free hand into Ky’s hip and shoving forward.
Abdominal Stretch ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=ey2U8tFbWgQ )
Sanders yelps in pain, hazel eyes squinting as she ties to fight through knots in her belly. She tries to find a way to slip loose of her agile, larger foe. Shaking her head when Castle moves closer, Kylie slowly creates enough space to pivot and sneak her way toward freedom, only to have Sidney drop an elbow into the stretched set of ribs as a ‘going away’ present. Sanders drops to one knee, rubbing at her aching side. Duffy uses the opportunity to snatch the lowered head of the Hawkeye with both hands, spinning a mewling Kylie up to face her then BEAN her with a nasty headbutt to the bridge of Ky’s beak.
Chill wheels away, cursing in nasal tones as both hands shoot to her nose. She slowly sweeps in a wide arc back toward Duffy and Sid is already in motion, running full steam into a Double Knee Strike to Kylie’s chest. Duffy sends Sanders into a stumbling backpedal that ends with the Platinum Pixie on her ass, seated in front of the buckles, abbreviated legs extended, head bobbling, chin drooping, Sid wearing down the FAWN original to a black-and-gold nub.
Running Double Knee Strike ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=IqUE-79zIx4 )
The FAWNatics scoot to the edge of their seats in anticipation of some Chilly humiliation, perhaps hoping The Kid will bring out the stinkface for the ultimate traitor, but Sid’s all business. She plucks Ky to her feet, laying into her foe with a round of blistering backhand chops to the chest of the Platinum Princess, a ruby ridge created over the cleavage of the faltering Sanders.
Duffy hops to the middle ropes, one foot on either side of the spent Hawkeye, seemingly ready to fire away with another round of mounted punches when Chill digs into what’s left of her reserves and pushes Sid off her perch. Duffy lands cleanly however and is ready for a charging Chill with a toe kick the delves deep into Sanders’ tummy.
Frozen and gasping, her head lowered, the pickings are there for a grand finale, Sid stepping forward to secure double underhooks on the gassed Sanders. The crowd roars as Duffy leans to the left with her captured cargo, preparing to bring it back in the opposite direction and end the night with her Sid Spin.
Sid Spin ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=e9gl6HnzB1I ) 00:06
But before Duffy can reverse direction and PLANT Kylie to the deck, Chill slips free during the momentum builder. A startled Duffy reaches forward to regain control and reset the bitter ending, but as she does, Kylie bursts into action, slipping an arm behind Sid’s neck while cradling her near leg.
Small Package ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=kaFWiDOkn8U ) 00:01
The Platinum Pixie flops to the canvas, catching a squirming Sid within a small package. With an arm curled around one of Duffy’s stems and a leg creased behind the other, Sid’s shoulders flat to the deck, Chill has The Kid writhing for release through…
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THREEE!
Duffy kicks loose a split-second after, the shocked Sidney scrambling to her feet and staring pleadingly at Castle. But Nick’s busy calling for the bell, which comes quickly.
Perhaps just as surprised as The Kid, a wide-eyed Kylie rolls toward the ropes and under, wanting no part of Duffy and any frustration she’s feeling. On the floor, Sanders staggers away, wearily raising an arm as the ring announcer makes the reviled call.
“Your winner, by pinfall, Vanilla Chill…Kylie Sanders!”
A growing smirk creases Sanders’ lips as she pumps a fist at the jeering throng.
“I told you. I told you all. See you at Mania, losers,” she shouts at the unhappy horde.
As Sid drops to her knees, head falling into her palms, a chuckling Kylie backs her way up the ramp, mockingly slapping the air in front of her for another ‘air three-count’ then holds her arm high once more, reveling in her former Corps’ disappointment.