Post by hawkeye on Apr 5, 2021 1:03:57 GMT
The looming presence of the steel cage ensured the mood in the FAWN Arena was already tense but it only got worse when the speakers broke into the ominously catchy intro of I Don’t Know How But They Found Me’s ‘Choke’.
CHOKE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=mvJjmWTg7Qo
Stop, drop
And drag me into place
And lock the fire escapes
I'll break your pretty face
Yeah, Yeah
Oh, you clever little things
The sycophantic teens
What a precious basket case
Yeah, Yeah
“Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is a Steel Cage match scheduled for one fall with a thirty minute time limit. To win, a wrestler may pin, submit or knock out her opponent, as well as escape via the door or over the top! Introducing first, hailing from Peaksville Ohio, she stands at five feet five inches tall and weighs in at one hundred and twenty-five pounds. She is inscrutable, indecipherable and downright impossible! This is VIOLYT GOODHEART!”
This was greeted with a disconcertingly mixed reaction as some of the FAWNatics relished the thought of what the Glittering Enigma could do to the Pleasant Valley Pariah inside the unforgiving steel structure while others couldn’t stand the prospect of anyone caught in the cage with the Princess of Peaksville, not even FAWN’s Most Hated. Their confusion matched that of the light grid, which went into panicked strobe mode when the pair of discreetly placed cannons on either side of the entranceway fired off a volley of pink and silver glitter! Goodheart skidded out of this shimmering storm a few seconds later to greet the crowd with a curiously somber expression.
VIOLYT GOODHEART:
“I’d get all those cheers out now, friend-o’s, or at least save them for the wake. Because this here? It’s a funeral. Closed casket, I’m afraid.”
Just how afraid was up for debate considering the off kilter smile that appeared immediately thereafter. She giggled, then made her expression as neutral as possible before she started down the ramp. Seemingly unconcerned with the grim outline of the steel cage, Goodheart focused on the floor instead, the blonde capering and skipping from one side while always remaining juuuuuuuuuuust out of reach of those fans on the aisle. For tonight’s battle against the woman of made a career of ruining good things, Goodheart wore bubble-gum pink trunks with a V-shaped white trim 'belt' and much thinner white trim around the leg holes. Above this was a matching halter-style top with white trim along the neckline and edges. Her pads at knee and elbow were a matching pink, boots were gleaming white while her wrist tape was rainbow patterned. Atop all this she wore a classic white nylon windbreaker with pink trim at the collar and cuffs. It was the back of this windbreaker that offered concrete evidence that all was not as it seemed when it came to the Princess of Peaksville. Sure, the Lisa Frank style portrait of a unicorn flying over a rainbow was perfectly on brand, however the message below advised the reader to ’Eat Sh!t and Die!’ in a disconcertingly cartoonish script.
Goodheart finally looked at the cage when she skipped into its shadow, the blonde apparently concerned at what she saw. “Hello again, old friend. You’re looking positively famished, have they not been feeding you?” Violyt trailed her fingers along the links, moved to the steel steps and made the ascent, but didn’t go through the door. Instead she pressed her forehead to it and murmured, “Don’t worry. You’re going to eat like a king tonight.”
Pleased by the prospect, she opened the door and skittered inside, then made her way to Nick Castle with the sort of brazen fearlessness that ensured the veteran referee would need to make two or three passes of her boots and pads to ensure she Violyt hadn’t brought a fork to a cage fight.
“We’re good?” a fidgeting Kylie asked as she peeled off another ten Benjamins and placing them in Pearls’ mitts.
“Now…we’re good,” Luisa responded. She waved the sweep of bills like a fan. “I don’t forgive and I don’t forget, especially the way you basically told Goodheart to stick a fork in me at the end of our Heartbroken match. But paying up front in cash can heal a few wounds. And I knew you were a chickenshyt going in.”
Sanders’ face scrunches, but she swallowed her bile.
“Are you ready?” Ky bristled.
Campos nodded nonchalantly.
“Don’t make any mistakes. I’ll get that Pink Freak against the cage wall right next to you and you shoot the taser into her leg. There’s no DQs. I put what’s left of her into a PVD and she won’t get any THIRD chance.”
“You got it, chica.”
The Platinum Princess finally seemed relieved. “OK. And after we can talk about making our little arrangement permanent with you AND Diamonds. You see I am willing to forget what SHE did. I understand she gets emotional.”
“She does,” Luisa murmurs, fondling her taser before slipping the miniaturized version under the spandex on her hip.
The sound of Iggy gettin’ ‘Fancy’ alerted the twosome Violyt’s in the enclosure and ready, a wild woman who no longer wanted Sanders as her partner but who instead planned to make the Iowan the ultimate example.
FANCY:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=O-zpOMYRi0w
As the assembled let loose with their usual barrage of animosity at sound of her accompaniment, Kylie gulped hard. “Let’s go!”
Campos pushed through the curtains first, her benefactor directly behind.
Though many question Sanders’ ability and even more her ethical indiscretions, no one could deny her power to stir passion. She immediately brought the crowd to a boil, the collective hate moving like a presence toward the silvery-bobbed, elfin beauty as she moved to center stage, Campos leading the way with a shyt-eating grin.
KYLIE SANDERS
LUISA CAMPOS
It’s the Brazilian who’s Chill tonight. She headed down the ramp, not waiting for Sanders who called out to her for some last-minute convo. Ignored, the Platinum Pixie headed off after her help, Kylie moving down the ramp and aisle, muffing her ears against the chants of ‘TROLL…TROLL…TROLL!’
Drawing on echoes of her original gear, Sanders sported a multi-strapped, yellow-gold sports bra topside with black boy-cut shorts, black boots and pads.
Kylie's attire:
www.yandy.com/Strappy-Black-Sports-Bra.php
FAWN’s Most Hated reached the cage and stared in at the woman who’d promised to end her. The Hawkeye nervously climbed the steps, shouting at Castle to stop hurrying her. Just outside the entry, Sanders turned to nod in a final confirmation to her mercenary, but instead she saw a beaming Luisa backpedaling up the ramp, waving.
“Whuhwuhwhatwhere?” Kylie stammered.
Campos, seemingly ready to tangle in a sleek black velvet two-piece, cut high on the hips, was instead departing with Sanders’ cash in her hot little hand.
“Adios, stupido,” the Brazilian shouted.
Kylie’s jaw dropped!
“Buhhbuhhbuttttah.”
In a state of utter dismay, Sanders hardly seemed to notice her music fade and FAWN’s Senior Official grabbed her softly by the wrist and led her inside the steel mesh fencing, pointing her at Violyt.
“Lock it,” the zebra said to the attendant before turning to the combatants. “Are we ready, ladies?”
“Problems?” Goodheart asked the gobsmacked Hawkeye, a twinkle in her eyes.
A chuckling Pearls moved backstage, Sanders’ heart sinking further with her final disappearance.
Understandably frazzled by the duplicitous, cowardly exit of one Luisa ‘Pearls’ Campos, Kylie grabbed hold of the cage door and gave it a firm shake on the slim chance that it might somehow pop the padlock holding the heavy chain in place. Alas, the door only jostled, the sound of it an ugly, grinding ‘clang’ that set her teeth on edge. A glance toward the top had her calculating if she could reach the top and climb over before the glittering lunatic got hold of --CLANG!
“What? What the hell is that, Castle?” Sanders barked at the sound of the bell. “You promised you’d check that crazy bytch!”
“I did, Kylie.” the Senior Official replied. “No cake forks, no glitter bombs, no noth--”
“BULLSHYT!” Sanders countered. “She’s snuck that damned thing in under everyone’s nose god knows how many times! Just because you didn’t find it doesn’t mean it’s not--”
Goodheart juked around Nick and went straight for her shoulda-been bestie with an alacrity that got Ky springing onto the second turnbuckle like the canvas had turned to lava! Turning her back on the Princess of Peaksville only because there was no other way to climb the cage, Sanders grabbed hold of the links and scrambled up as fast as she could, the sound of her ascent an arrhythmic ching-ching-ching-ching.
The prospect of such an abrupt, bloodless end to this all-blonde confrontation earned a round of hearty jeers from the FAWNatics, not that the Pleasant Valley Pariah gave a good goddamn. “Boo all you want, assholes.” she grunted. “I’m too smart to waste my time with this OOOOOOWWWWWWW GAAAAAHHHHH!” She hadn’t heard Goodheart climbing up after her because Vi didn’t bother to climb. Rather she got a running start and leapt onto the top rope so she could launch herself at Sanders and raaaaaaaaaaake her foe from shoulder to buttock! Sanders didn’t lose her grip but her footing was another story, the wide-eyed veteran suddenly kicking and scrabbling for purchase on the uncaring cage--“NOOOOO LEMME GO YOU FREAK!” Sanders kicked and writhed like a madwoman when Violyt grabbed her by the ankles and began to walk away from the corner!
“Can’t do that, Kiki,” she told the wriggling wrestler. “You didn’t say the magic word!” Goodheart leaned forward to put that much more ’oomph’ on the giant step backward that plucked Kylie’s fingers from the steel and sent her plummeting into a face-first collision with the top turnbuckle!
The impact snapped Sanders’ head backward at whiplash speed but the Platinum Pixie managed to keep her footing even after Goodheart caught hold of her waistband and reeled her out of the corner. Dipping low so she could wedge her head beneath Kylie’s left arm as soon as she was within range, Vi looped her right arm around Sanders’ midsection and braced her free hand to the back of the other blonde’s left thigh. Hooks set, Goodheart hoisted Kylie onto her right shoulder, then swung her back the way she’d came to THAWHAM the Iowan down flat on her face, chest and tummy courtesy of a Backdrop Facebuster.
BACKDROP FACEBUSTER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=PFpQaOEcnZk
Sanders bounced / rolled on impact, both hands flying to her face check for a bent nose or busted lips. As for Violyt, she went to the corner instead of her quarry. No escape attempt this, the Pink Stranger dropped to one knee and went to work on the laces holding the middle turnbuckle in place.
“Hey, come on now Violyt. There’s no need for that.” Castle tried coaxing his charge toward less dangerous pursuits, a game effort that he acknowledged as futile when Goodheart tossed the pad over one shoulder.
“Oh, I think we both know there’s need for this, Mr. Castle.” Violyt offered him a sad, off-kilter smile as she turned her attention back to Kylie. “After all, I made Kiki a promise at Heartbroken. And if I didn’t follow through on it that would make me a liar, just like her. You don’t think I’m just like Kiki, do you Mr. Castle?”
“No, I suppose I don’t.” the ref replied.
“I knew you were smart.” Goodheart answered without delay, though her attention was already honed in on the stunned Sanders. Bending down to fill her hands with Ky’s short, silvery locks, Violyt hauled the Iowan to all fours so she could lead / drag her over to the corner she’d started in.
Kylie protested the rough treatment every step of the way, but her tune changed when she realized she was within easy reach of the-- “ROPES!” Sanders snatched hold of the bottom rope and shook it to ensure Castle couldn’t miss it. “ROPES, CASTLE! I’M IN THE DAMN ROPNGH! NGH! NGH! NGH!!”
Goodheart yanked Kylie up onto her knees, then BWUUUNGED her forehead against the exposed middle rung no less than half a dozen times. “Oh Kylie, you’re not in the ropes, you’re merely at the ropes. The only thing you’re in is serious f*cking trouble.”
“Cruuuhhh…cruuhhhh… crazy bytch.” Sanders groaned. “How many times do I have to say it? You don’t scare meAAARRRGGGGHH STTAAAAAAAAAAHHHP!”
Violyt either didn’t care for Ky’s swearing or meant to prove her a liar, whatever the reason, she grabbed the top rope in both hands and braced her left knee against the nape of Sanders’ neck so she could leeeeeeeeeeeean every bit of her hundred and twenty-five pounds against the blonde’s defenseless skull! “Scaring you isn’t the point, Kiki.” the Princess of Peaksville glanced from her squalling, thrashing mount to the crowd and back again. “I’m out to scare them.” Goodheart was about to add her second knee to the steely exfoliation when Castle moved in beside the action. “Before you make a sound, I’d like to remind you that neither of us are under any obligation to follow your instructions.” Violyt giggled to the zebra. “That said, how may I help you?”
“Call me a traditionalist, but I’m going to count anyway.” Nick said after a moment. “I’m hoping you’re a traditionalist too, at least enough to respect a four count. One… two… three… four…”
Goodheart hopped off and stepped back with both hands raised over her head. “I appreciate your honesty, Mr. Castle. I’ll do my best not to abuse it… for now.”
On that threatening note she whipped ‘round on one heel and raced across the canvas to the opposite corner where she hopped onto the second turnbuckle and immediately jumped off, the Pink Stranger twisting through a midair half-circle to come down in a dead sprint. With the distance rapidly dwindling, Goodheart took to the skies and drew her knees to hip level, all the better to THWHUMP those bony joints between Kylie’s shoulders which in turn rammed her forehead into the exposed turnbuckle!
SMILEY FACEBREAKER @ 2:46
www.youtube.com/watch?v=TYKA9BpXDB0
The Pleasant Valley Pariah slumped over backward as soon as Violyt bounced away, Sanders curling into a gawdawful bridge over her own calves. It was an awkward position to put it mildly, but no one paid it much attention because the FAWNatics were focused on Kylie’s forehead, which had gone a bloody red thanks to a small, ragged cut just below her hairline.
“Hey Kiki, did you hear the murmur that just passed through the crowd? That little hitch in their collective breath? I think they’ve started to realize they don’t want your blood as much as they thought they did.”
“I… don’t give a f*ck about what they wanNNNGGGHHH!” Goodheart pulled her right knee-pad down over her boot, then hopped up and brought the bare joint down on the Platinum Pixie’s be-crimsoned forehead!
The Knee Drop sat Sanders up, unfortunately that just made it easier for The Pink Stranger to catch a Chinlock in one hand (her right) and wrench Ky’s left arm backward beneath her own left arm. Soon as that was done she turned Kylie onto her stomach and settled into a seat on her lower back. As far as submission holds went it was no London’s Bridge or Mind Over Matter, but it did allow Goodheart to shift from Chinlock to occasional raking, the Glittering Enigma showing a contented smirk as she draaaaaaaaaaaagged her nails over Kylie’s forehead over and over again.
GROUNDED ARMBAR & CHINLOCK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=68PolGi-8Gc
“Yes you do, Kiki.” Violyt told her prey. “That’s the root of all of your problems. You never stopped caring what they think. And they never stopped caring about you.”
“They hate my guts, you moron,” Ky grunted, her backbone being twisted into an increasing arc.
“Maybe so,” Goodheart countered, “but they still care about you. And you care about them the same way. When I discovered the depth of the relationship that still exists between you and them, I realized we would never work together. They’d always come between us.”
Violyt released her grips only to slip dual fishhooks into the corners of Sanders’ lips while remaining in her mounted position. She viciously drew the curved fingers toward her, wrenching the former Vanilla Chill’s head back by the insides of the Pixie’s cheeks. Tears welled, Ky’s disturbing, toothy grin growing as she mewled in pain.
“And I don’t play second to anyone,” Vi assured.
Sanders writhed weakly beneath her rider, grasping at Goodhart’s wrists, trying to pull her foe’s digits free. But it’s Violyt who decided when to remove them. She exchanged for a dual grip on Kylie’s platinum mop, pulling back her noggin and THWUMPING Sanders’ face into the thinly-sheathed plywood. Ky’s braincase bounced off the deck, the corpuscles starting to drip down her ivory forehead in increasing volume.
The Pink Stranger dismounted and rose to vertical, sending a brutal stomp into Kylie’s ribs. The Hawkeye collapsed around the impact, groaning.
“Now I’m going to destroy you to the point they’ll pity you,” Violyt continued, “instead of despising you.”
The Glittering Enigma dipped and captured a wrist. She pulled Kylie out of her fetal ball until her left arm was wide from her body. She placed Sanders’ palm down flat to the canvas and trampled the Iowan’s hand. Ky howled in pain, pulling the hand in close, cradling it to her chest and grimacing in pain. The Platinum Pixie rolled to a seated position and butt scooted her way to the nearest corner. Violyt trailed at a leisurely pace, letting Sanders corner herself in the cell.
With one working hand, the Platinum Pixie edged her way to a stance with her back against the buckles. She kicks out a stubby, slender stem to keep Goodheart back and Violyt’s arms shot forward like a viper strike, catching Kylie’s left leg around the ankle. She drew a hopping Sanders to center stage, Ky’s less crumpled palm extending in pleading fashion.
Violyt grinned sans fishhooks, staring at the wide hazel eyes of the Iowan, dread filling them as they shifted in multiple directions, looking for some escape from the perilous predicament.
“What?” the Pink Stranger asked with a chuckle. “Kiki, you burned your bridges. You showed me who you are.”
Goodheart shifted her grip up Ky’s stem to her knee joint then pivoted and whipped her to the canvas. Kylie writhed on the may, now cradling the lower limb, Violyt methodically tearing her would-be partner apart piece by piece.
A stubborn Sanders crawled to the nearest strands and hobbled to her feet with the help of the cables, the crowd’s usual unfiltered enjoyment of a Sanders demolition somewhat muted. Kylie vainly limped toward the cage door until Goodheart clipped the pit of Ky’s left knee from behind, sending the Platinum Pixie tumbling to the canvas, yelping. On her back, the Hawkeye rocked from shoulder to shoulder. Her fingers slipped into her short, silvery bob, jerking at the trimmed hair to spread the pain.
Violyt lowered and collected Sanders’ left ankle, then raised the leg high. The Glittering Enigma merrily pounded boot after boot into the elevated alabaster hammy of FAWN’S Most Hated. Ky thrashed wildly, finally escaping more out of Goodheart’s lack of interest than any power of her own.
The baby blues of the former indie darling glimmered with delight, Ky apparently getting nothing more than she deserved. Violyt backpedaled to the cage door and worked at it blindly, feeling for the latch and opening while still staring at Sanders.
Kylie pushed to hands and knees with nowhere near the giddy-up to stop the Glittering Enigma’s exit. A giggling Goodheart shut the door, still on the inside, happy to show to the FAWNatics there was more to this job than simply putting another ‘W’ on the ledger.
“No, no, no,” Violyt said, striding back to Ky, the Platinum Pixie on her haunches, little fists clenched. “I’m not done with you yet, friend.”
Her fellow blonde tugs Kylie to her feet by a wrist and shoulder, dipped an arm between Ky’s quaking gams and ‘hupped’ Sanders across her shoulders in a Fireman’s Carry. She strode through an orbit of the cage with a weakly squirming Sanders as her backpack.
“Time to head back to the Valley,” Violyt purred.
But as she did, an elbow CRACKED into her temple, then another and another, the piston-like shots accumulating until Ky slid down her foe’s back. Her left knee nearly gave out, but the Pleasant Valley Pariah had enough grit to leap onto Goodheart’s back, tucking her legs into a ball, knees driving into either shoulderblade of her opponent. With a cupped set of fingers under Violyt’s chin, Ky got a gravity assist, flopping to the canvas and ROCKING the Pink Stranger with a nasty backstabber.
BACKSTABBER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=YlMh5YLt7To
Goodheart’s body bounced away before rolling to a stop, Violyt’s hand reaching for the base of her spine as she bit her lower lip, trying to bury the slightest sight of pain.
“Don’t try to get on my good side,” Goodheart grunted, maneuvering to a seated position as a mewling Sanders hobbles to vertical, shaking out her left stem, trying to get the limb into full working order before pressing her meager advantage.
The recovery took too long, Violyt lifting off her cheeks. But before she could get fully erect and ready for an assault, a staggering Sanders surged forward and planted a Toe Kick from her right foot deep into Goodheart’s solar plexus, doubling the blonde with a gasp. Never one to have a particularly expansive playbook, Kylie kept it simple. She grasped onto the honey golden locks of the Enigma and dropped to her pert derriere, PLANTING Violyt with a Sit-Out Facebuster. Goodheart absently flopped to her back from the force of the impact, staring blankly at the rafters above the chain-link enclosure.
SIT-OUT FACEBUSTER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=v870b_0hkJI
Her foe seemingly knocked loopy between her extended, abbreviated legs, Ky dropped thighs over shoulders and pressed her palms atop Violyt’s forehead even as her own became increasingly streaked with Type O.
Nick dropped to the canvas and slapped the mat for the…
ONE…
TWO…
Violyt kicked loose, rolling from between the Hawkeye’s legs, the crowd emitting an odd hint of a groan. As if they were…disappointed?
If they were, Kylie’s in no condition to tell. Her left wheel was clearly far from a hundred percent but it’s well enough to get her on her boot soles without the help of any rubber-coated steel this time.
The Platinum Pixie spared a desirous glance at the door, several feet away but seemed to understand, she wouldn’t make it out in her less than robust state with Goodheart already pushing to hands and knees.
With a heave of a sigh, she discarded the inviting attempt at escape and moved toward the former indie darling, dipping to latch onto Violyt’s golden locks. Ky YANKED a yipping Goodheart to her feet and ran her, as best she’s able, toward the nearest ropes, heaving with what’s left of her might. Kylie sends Goodheart’s upper half over the top cable, the Pink Stranger’s face BWANGING into the steel mesh of the fencing.
Violyt bounced away from the cage without going down, so Sanders caught her by the scruff of the neck and charged to the opposite side, the FAWN original gritting her teeth to block out the throb in her aching knee. BWANG! Ky hit the brakes at the last second and flung Goodheart over the top rope, the other blonde once again hitting the pitiless steel with a cringe-inducing BWANG!
“Jesus, stay the hell down!” the Pleasant Valley Pariah barked at her adversary when Violyt came away from the collision still far too vertical for Kylie’s liking.
“Luuhhh… like you could make me!” the Glittering Enigma giggled / mumbled as she tried to catch her balance. “That Platinum Pixie nonsense won’t get the job done, Kiki! And don’t even get me STARTED on Vanilla ChNNNNGGGH!”
Sanders belted her across the jaw with a straight right hand that swiveled the weirdo around in a sloppy half circle. Securing the opposition at trunks and tresses, Kylie charged the third side of the cage and hurled Goodheart over the top rope, but did so at such an angle that Violyt took the brunt of the THWHAM-BWANG impact on her right hip and shoulder! No bouncing away from that one, the Princess of Peaksville tumbled into the narrow space between the strands and the frame of the cage.
“Watch your mouth, freak.” Sanders grunted after she’d made a cursory check of her bleeding forehead. “I may not have the nickname anymore, but I can still freeze your poseur ass out whenever HEY! DON‘T EVEN THINK ABOUT IT!”
Goodheart reached out a hand and raked Sanders’ left thigh, though her awkward grasp on the other wrestler’s kneepad suggested she was trying to wrench that bit of protection away. Kylie wasn’t having it though, she grabbed the top rope in both hands and proceeded to thum-thum-thum-THUMP half a dozen kicks into the pit of Violyt’s stomach. “Don’t touch me, freak!” Sanders spat down at the Pink Stranger as she leaned into the strands to take some of the weight off her left knee.
“What are you so worried about?” Goodheart was trying to get to all fours, though the tight space made it rather difficult. “Nick already told you I didn’t bring the cake fork and I told you I wasn’t a fan of Lisa’s micOOOFFFHHHH!”
Still holding the top rope, Ky climbed onto the bottom rope and sprang off with a one-legged leap that ended with the bloodied blonde THWHUMPING both feet into Violyt’s ribs! The Broadside Dropkick BWANGED Goodheart against the cage harder than ever and finally allowed Sanders a moment of relative peace and quiet while she dragged her upright. “You talk to me like I’ve forgotten my own history.” FAWN’s Most Hated grumbled after she’d switched over to a hair-hold, all the better to thread Goodheart’s upper body through the gap between top and middle ropes. “Allow me to remind you, asshole. I LIVED it. Every moment. From the highs to the lows and everything in between, I was there. And something I can tell you about the lows? Reminding me of them is extremely bad for your health.”
“Gotcha.” Goodheart rasped. “Hey, is Portia kicking you to the curb a high or a low? I can see legitimate cases made for NNGGHH!”
Kylie slammed a knee into Violyt’s tummy to shut her up, then grabbed each arm and draped them over the top rope. “I’m not going to dredge up my past for a psychopath like you.” Sanders muttered. “But I am happy to make new memories. And trust me when I tell you, bytch. This is the highest of highs.”
Plunging her left hand into Goodheart’s hair, Ky yanked her head up to hold it steady for the series of straight rights she pwak-pwak-pwak-PWAAAKED against Violyt’s forehead. Sanders made a point to aim for her enemy’s hairline, the Platinum Pixie looking to inflict a similar bloodletting on the trapped nutcase. She was well on her way when Castle strode over and said, “Get her out of the ropes, Kylie.”
Kylie stopped throwing punches, grabbed a double handful of hair and BWANGED the back of Violyt’s skull into the jangling cage! “What are you going to do if I don’t, asshole?”
Nick frowned, turning his attention to the wound on her forehead. “Not sure I like the look of that cut, Ky. Blood loss could impair your ability to follow commands and if I thought you couldn’t protect yourself I’d have to call the match for--”
“All right, all right!” Kylie threw both hands up and stepped clear if only to put a stop to Castle’s nagging bullshyt.
“Lookit you, following the ref’s commands like a sweet little midwestern farm girl.” Violyt groaned. “I knew the bad girl thing was just an act! Maybe Celia’s been dosing you in secret these last few NNNGGGGHH!”
FAWN’s Most Hated blasted Goodheart with a Forearm Smash across the mouth, then whipped ‘round in a half circle and made for the far side of the ring. The hitch in her left knee was noticeable for the first few steps but it smoothed out well before she reached the ropes and the former World Champ was moving full speed ahead when she took to the skies and THWHACKED a pinpoint Dropkick against the other blonde’s jaw! Goodheart’s noggin hit the cage first with the rest of her following half a heartbeat behind, the Pink Stranger jouncing back and forth between the steel and the rubber-coated steel!
“I’m not going to tell you again, Kylie.” the ref warned. “Get her out of there!”
“Why aren’t you concerned about HER ability to follow orders?” Sanders snapped back. “Crazy bytch has spent a whole year doing whatever the frick she wants, including threatening me with a FORK of all things and everyone’s fine with that?”
“Because I treat them with the tiniest bit of respect.” Goodheart’s groan bubbled into a disconcerting giggle. “Except for Merle, he doesn’t deserve it. You though, you strut around here acting like a badass when everyone knows you don’t have the guts to cut so much as a promo without someone watching your ba--”
CRAAACK! Sanders slapped Violyt hard enough to numb that hand, which she then raised to Nick. “Not. One. Word.”
Pounding that fist into her left knee to get the blood flowing in both, she sprinted into the ropes and came back twice as fast, Sanders transforming herself into a hundred and twelve pound missile when she leapt and raised both knees to chest levNOOOO! Violyt slipped her arms loose of the top rope and simply folded over the second strand so that her opponent BWAAANGED a whole lotta vacated cage! Sanders bounced off like it was electrified, the blonde already holding those aggrieved joints to her chest by the time she hit the deck.
A short distance away, Violyt looked to Nick and waved a weary hand in Kylie’s direction. “Guuuhhh… go check on her, doofus. She might’ve blown out her knees!”
The same thought had crossed Castle’s mind, which was why he was halfway to Sanders before Goodheart finished speaking. “How are you, Ky? Can you stand?”
“Yeah, and I’ll do it on my own damned time, so get the hell away!” The Iowan sat up and took a swipe at Castle, forcing the official to jump back. “I’ll be fine, just leave me the hell alone and--GET AWAY! GODDAMMIT FREAK, GET THE HELL AWAY!”
Ky threw herself into a mad crabwalk, the grounded grappler doing everything she could to put some distance between herself and the recently-freed Princess of Peaksville when she closed ground. Sanders threw several desperate kicks to slow Goodheart’s progress, more than a few of which connected with her foe’s thighs and hips. Unfortunately the last one went wide and Violyt immediately snatched the veteran’s ankle. Smiling wide, Goodheart hopped up and back to stretch the limb out full length while also setting off a massive jolt of pain in Kylie’s knee! “RRRGGGGHHH!” Sanders tried to twist free but only succeeded in rolling onto her stomach, a position she regretted the instant Violyt set a boot against the back of her left thigh.
“Five bucks says they’ll cheer when you try to stand!” The Pink Stranger hopped up and yanked Kylie’s leg off the canvas just to let go and stomp down, thus DRIVING her knee into the thinly-sheathed plywood!
KNEE STOMP:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=SIzEBo3qCDs
Sanders shrieked in anguish, tugging the battered leg in close. Instantly trying to compose, she slapped the mat in anger and frustration and reached for the ropes.
Violyt stood idly by not far away, watching intently as Kylie slowly pulled herself up to battle on. Sure enough there’s a smattering of support. Perhaps less than Goodheart imagined, the fans’ hatred of Ky so engrained.
“OK. Let’s split the difference,” Violyt admitted. “You owe me two-fitty.”
Kylie hobbled away from the ropes, the elfin blonde biting her lip. Any progress she’s made during her time in control lost, a new line of blood slowly rolling over the rosy smears.
“Aren’t you the sight?” the former indie darling continues, “Just remember. You had to convince me to destroy you. But now I’m so glad you did.”
The Glittering Enigma surged toward Sanders and lifted a knee deep into the pit of Ky’s tummy, doubling her foe over, lifting her boot soles clean off the canvas for a moment. Violyt pulled the lowered head toward her and into a Front Facelock. She spun the limping blonde to face the nearest wall of chain-link, throwing a flaccid arm behind her neck.
In the blink of an eye, Kylie was Snap Suplexed into the ropes and the cage directly behind, her spine ‘CLACKING’ against the barrier. The Platinum Mess ended stacked on her shoulders, legs laced within the strands, face twisted in a grimace as she reached a hand toward her lower vertebrae.
Instead of pulling her foe out for a pin attempt, Goodheart rose and stepped on the former Chill’s throat. A bug-eyed Ky’s hands shot to Violyt’s ankle, frantically trying to remove the foot from her windpipe.
An imploring Nick finally prevailed on the Pink Stranger after a half-dozen seconds of throttling, leaving Sanders a coughing, gasping, bloodied wreck. Kylie rolled to her chest and pulled herself free of the cables.
“Your whole decision process brought you to this, Kiki. Such a shame.”
“Yeah. MY decisions, bytch,” came the raspy rejoinder.
Violyt rolled her eyes. “Yeah. That’s what I said. Are you getting enough blood to your brain?
Goodheart wrapped her hands around Sanders’ increasingly stained noggin and pulled the wreckage to her feet, A stooped Kylie stuffed a right fist into Goodheart’s breadbasket then another and another. They elicited some slight flinches from the Glittering Enigma that came to a quick end when an overhand right forearm to the back sent Kylie down to her haunches, back arching in pain.
Sanders leaned against her foe, transferring some of her blood to Violyt’s hip.
Goodheart pulled Sanders up by her ears, pivoted and heaved the Platinum Pixie to the far ropes. It’s a show of determination as Kylie remained on her feet, raggedly reaching the cables and rebounding in a stagger toward the Stranger. Violyt dropped to the canvas and tripped Kylie with a Drop Toe Hold, instantly rolling her into her Sneaky Sneaky, a Half Crab on Ky’s ravaged left leg.
SNEAKY SNEAKY:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=V03iKopvN0k
With the stem in tow, Violyt leaned back, seemingly trying to touch Kylie’s heel to her scalp.
Sanders howled in pain, hazel eyes welling. She dug her fingers into her silvery bob, unsuccessfully trying to spread the pain.
Castle got down in the face of the Pleasant Valley Pariah.
“Just tell me when, Kylie.”
There’s no angry FU coming from Sanders this time. Just sobbing contemplation that’s only exacerbated when Violyt lowered into a hellish bridge to increase the pressure all the more.
But instead of slapping the canvas, she pressed her palms into the mat and pushed up as best she could. Arms quaking, she shook her head to Castle’s repeated question, sending blood spattering.
“GAWWWD NO!”
Violyt released and rolled away, ending on her knees at Sanders’ side.
“FAWN already has too many goddesses and royalty. I’m happy just being me.”
A toothy grin emerged on the Enigma’s face as she turned to the hard cam.
“All you kids out there. Remember…just be yourself.”
She leaned forward and DROVE a Double Axhandle into the base of Kylie’s spine, sending a spasm through the wrecked frame of the Hawkeye. Violyt rose and returned her gaze to the lens, giving a knowing wink to all the Goodheart-attackers out there.
Turning her attention back to the task at hand, she watched with a certain satisfaction as Kylie pushed to her knees out of instinct.
“Get your ass over here,” Ky says in a barely audible croak.
Goodheart chuckled.
“Don’t worry. I’d never walk out on you. You’re the one who does that.”
Instantly, the Pink Stranger, shot forward, twisting into a violent Super Kick to the jaw of the Iowan, spinning her foe’s noggin and sending Kylie flopping to her back in a motionless spreadeagle.
SUPER KICK @ 00:28
www.youtube.com/watch?v=aT0oBUi3KI4
With Sanders waylaid, the options for victory were numerous but perhaps the most unlikely was the one Goodheart chose. She moved to the nearest corner and climbed the buckles but didn’t end her ascension there. Slipping her fingers through the links, she continued to scale the cage, slowly making her way to the top with barely a hint of movement from the Pixie below.
Reaching her goal, she turned and stood atop the barrier, gazing through the crowd, her baby blues finally turning to the body far beneath her. A murmur grew in the crowd as it became increasingly evident what the former indie darling intended, at least in the goal if not the manner. The end of Kylie Sanders.
Beaming smile firmly planted, Violyt leapt from her penthouse perch with legs extended, the most sensational of Leg Drops aimed at the Hawkeye’s neck and chest. But on the long trip back to earth, the lifeless husk Sanders appeared revivified and Kylie rolled clear of the drop zone, leaving Goodheart to plant her tailbone in the thinly-sheathed plywood like an Olympic-sized javelin toss.
The FAWNatics collectively gasped as The Pink Stranger bounced several inches off her ‘hole’ before slopping to a shoulder and hip, hands buried in her undercarriage.
A few feet removed from her foe, Kylie remained mat-bound on her chest. She slowly pushed to hands and knees and lifted her head to gaze longingly at Goodheart, willing her body to work and, in fits and starts Eventually, it did.
She rose and staggered to Violyt. With Goodheart on her back, hands still glued to her cheeks, Sanders hopped into the air above and STOMPED both boot soles into Goodheart’s bosom, flattening them to her sternum. Unfortunately, a nauseating wave of pain erupts from her left leg in doing so and she couldn’t enjoy the reaction from the temporarily silenced Enigma.
As a wincing Violyt rolled to her chest to tried and join Sanders in verticality, a desperate Kylie moved to a stance in a reverse-facing straddle over Goodheart, the Pink Stranger on all fours. Ky dropped her pert backside into Violyt’s spine, sending Goodheart flat with a breathy ‘ooooof’. Situated in a seat above Goodheart’s waist, the bloody mess that was FAWN’s Most Hated raised a claw-like right hand high and, in unison, the crowd couldn’t help itself, chanting “FARM…HAND!”
Sanders brought the trowel down without so much as a word, the ‘smeck’ of flesh on flesh ringing out into the first several rows as she dug deep into the crease separating Goodheart’s left thigh from that buttock. Clamping down on her own wrist for extra leverage, Kylie hunched over and jounced in place, only to immediately regret it when a jolt of pain shot from her left knee to her hip and back again. “GIVE!” she barked the command through clenched teeth. “GIVE UP YOU CRAZY BYTCH!”
Violyt shook her head ‘no’ and flicked her right leg up ‘n back in an almost Scorpion Kick that would’ve caught Sanders in the forehead if she hadn’t drawn away at the last second. Doing so stoked the fire in her knee even hotter but the Iowan refused to cede her mount. Bracing the soles of her boots against Goodheart’s flanks in an effort to spread out her weight, Kylie continued to gnash and knead, occasionally relinquishing the Farm Hand so she could stab mean little punches down into her rival’s backside.
“Give up or I’ll tear your leg off.” Sanders hissed. “Swear to god I will, and no one will bat an eyeEEERRRHHH FAHK!”
The Princess of Peaksville couldn’t squirm out from under the other blonde so she twisted in place and reached back with both hands to grab hold of Ky’s left foot. The savage twist that followed wasn’t an Ankle Lock proper, but it sure as hell didn’t Sanders’ left leg any favors.
Shaking her head ‘no, no, no’ though she was ostensibly in control of the mount, Kylie shifted most of her weight to the right while continuing to bear down on the Farm Hand with everything she could muster. “Nuuuhhhh… not going anywhere, psycho.” Sanders growled. “Don’t you know who you’re messing with? I’m Kylie freakin’ SandeRRAAAAAAAGGGAAAHH!”
Goodheart wrenched even harder and the Pleasant Valley Pariah finally lost her balance, spilling over onto her back while Violyt clambered to her feet with that ankle still in hand. Another ugly twist scrambled Sanders’ defenses long enough for the Glittering Enigma to secure control over her other foot. Simply forcing those captured stems into ‘V’ made Kylie pound a fist against the canvas, but something must’ve been missing, at least judging by the expression on Goodheart’s face.
“What’s this, Kiki?” she asked with genuine curiosity. “Don’t wanna wash a few windows in defense of your precious junk?” Sanders balled her hands into fists, held them up and raised both middle fingers in a show of defiance that earned some cheers from the crowd… and a smile from Violyt? “Well would’ja lookit that? I’m so proud of you!”
“Fuuuuuhhhh… f*ck off, freaNNNNNGGGHH!” Goodheart went up on tiptoe and dropped to one knee to THUMP the bony joint into the juncture of her opponent’s thighs! “That’s about the last bit of hurtful language I’m going to tolerate from you, ma’am.” Vi muttered as Kylie curled in on herself, FAWN’s Most Hated a nearly fetal ball in the wake of the nauseating Low Blow. No response from Sanders, so Goodheart got up and glanced at Nick Castle. “What do you say, Mr. Stripes? Is Kylie about done?”
“I wouldn’t dream of counting her out.” the Senior Official answered. “I’ve seen her pull off the impossible too many times to do that.”
The Pink Stranger narrowed her eyes, not in anger, but contemplation. “Hmmmmmmhhhh… so you’re saying I shouldn’t stick a fork in her?”
“Absolutely not. No forks, Violyt.” He glanced around without realizing it, Nick instinctively searching for spots Goodheart might’ve stashed her favorite weapon.
“What’re you looking for? This?” Vi flicked her wrist and the fork appeared like magic, its appearance so abrupt Castle blinked half a dozen times to make sure he hadn’t imagined it.
“What the? Give me that! Right now, Violyt!”
Goodheart held it out, though her expression was stern. “Don’t you dare use it before me, sir. We’ll have problems if you do.”
“Trust me, I’m not in the mood for cake.” Castle answered as he plucked it from her fingers.
“That’s a terrible, empty way to live.” she turned her attention to Kylie, who’d fought to one knee. “Hey Kiki, I gave him my fork, so you don’t have to worry about facial lacerations anymore! You ready to keep-- why does everyone keep flipping me off?”
Defiant behind that upraised middle finger, Sanders grunted, “Because you’re a f*cking psychopath and it’s the only way to--” Goodheart swatted the Iowan’s hand aside and grabbed her by the ears only to double over in surprise when the Platinum Pixie rammed a shoulder into her belly! Gimpy knee be damned, Sanders slipped an arm through Violyt’s thighs and pulled her across her shoulders in a Fireman’s Carry! “Gotcha now, freak.” Kylie was practically hopping on one knee to stay upright. “Hope you enjoy the drive through Pleasant VallNNNGGGH!”
Violyt smashed the point of her elbow into the side of Sanders’ skull, then kicked her legs until she slid off the other blonde’s back. Dragging her nails across Kylie’s eyes just because she could, Goodheart spun her FAWN Original around and ‘hupped’ her up into the Fireman’s Carry she’d so recently escaped. No theatrics or threats from the Pink Stranger, indeed she was disconcertingly silent as she raced toward the corner with exposed middle turnbuckle. A murmur of concern from the crowd transformed into a full-on groan of sympathetic anguish when Violyt turned and laid out on her left side to BWUNGTHWHUMP! the small of Kylie’s back into the exposed steel rung!
(NOT SO) PLEASANT VALLEY DRIVER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=-G7DFGzb-bY
Sanders collapsed into an insensate matchbook, the veteran’s boots up around her ears where they would’ve stayed for quite some time if Goodheart hadn’t grabbed both ankles and draaaaaaaaaaaaaaaagged her out into the middle of the squared circle. With Kylie stretched out flat on her stomach, the Pink Stranger dropped her right foot in favor of doubling down on the left. Swinging around so she was in place above her foe’s head, Violyt dropped into a crouch atop Sanders’ shoulders, then halved her grip on the Iowan’s foot so she could grab her left wrist and wedge it into the hollow of her knee. Now that the arm was salted away Goodheart doubled down on Kylie’s ankle and slowly craaaaaaaaaaaaaaaanked back to pull that tortured leg into the hellish hook shape of a particularly snug Single Leg Crab!
PINK ELEPHANT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=-sM92PUr4VM
“OOOOOHHHH GAAAAAAAWWD STAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHP!” Sanders shrieked back to life, the trapped battler wriggling in place a futile effort to escape Violyt’s clutches.
“What do you say, Kylie?” Nick was there in an instant, kneeling beside the tangled rivals to check his charge’s condition. “Need me to call it? Tell me someth--”
“NOOOOOO!” she wailed. “GET AWAY FROM ME, I’M NOT GONNA OOOOOOOOWWWWWW SHYT, IS THAT ALL YOU GOT, BYTCH!?”
Goodheart had in fact let go, or rather, she’d freed up one hand just to affix it to the center of her prey’s trunks. “Make me, Kiki.” Violyt flashed a hard-working smile as she continued to rip and tear at multiple fronts. “And try some more pleasant language, you’ll catch more flies with honey than--”
“GIVE!” Kylie reached out with her right hand and slapped the mat half a dozen times. “I GIVE! I GIVE, JUST STAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHP!”
Castle popped up and called for the bell. It clanged at once, but the Glittering Enigma continued that white-knuckle torment until the Announcer confirmed, “Ladies and gentlemen, your winner via submission… VIOLYT GOODHEART!
Violyt tossed both her hooks aside, then spun clear of the mount and leaned down so that her lips were millimeters from Kylie’s ear. “Hear those boos, friend?” she whispered. “I wonder who they’re for? I’m going to be selfish and believe they’re for me, either because I went to your trunks there at the end or I didn’t go at them hard enough. I mean, it’d be pretty awful to think they were still booing you after all that, right?” Goodheart smiled, planted a single light kiss on Sanders’ fever-warm temple. “Because really, to still get booed after the beatings you’ve taken and the humiliations you’ve endured… that’s not pathetic, Kylie. That’s insane.”
“Juuuuuuhhhh… just leave me alone.” Kylie moaned. “You proved your point.”
“I don’t think I did, at least not as forcefully as I should have. Don’t worry though, I’m sure someone else will sooner than later. And they won’t be nearly so nice about it.”
“Shuuuuuhhh…. shut up, goddamn you. Just leave me alone.”
“Throw yourself on the mercy of the Corps, friend.” Goodheart went on as if the vulnerable blonde hadn’t said a word. “They need you and you need them, even if you’re both too stubborn to see it.”
Kylie remained silent so Violyt got to her feet and offered the crowd a cheery wave. “Here’s your fork, Violyt.” Nick offered over the flatware, which Violyt plucked from his fingers in an instant. “Thanks for not using it.”
“Who says I won’t? I’ve got victory cake waiting! It’s devil’s food!”
“I meant on Kylie.”
“So was I! Not tonight of course, she’s all tuckered out. But if she doesn’t learn her lesson…” Goodheart bit down on the tines and smiled. “I’ll finish what I started. Goodnight Mr. Stripes!”
Promise made, the Princess of Peaksville skipped to the recently opened door and traipsed down the steps, leaving Nick to tend to Kylie and the FAWNatics to wonder what was next for both blondes.
CHOKE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=mvJjmWTg7Qo
Stop, drop
And drag me into place
And lock the fire escapes
I'll break your pretty face
Yeah, Yeah
Oh, you clever little things
The sycophantic teens
What a precious basket case
Yeah, Yeah
“Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is a Steel Cage match scheduled for one fall with a thirty minute time limit. To win, a wrestler may pin, submit or knock out her opponent, as well as escape via the door or over the top! Introducing first, hailing from Peaksville Ohio, she stands at five feet five inches tall and weighs in at one hundred and twenty-five pounds. She is inscrutable, indecipherable and downright impossible! This is VIOLYT GOODHEART!”
This was greeted with a disconcertingly mixed reaction as some of the FAWNatics relished the thought of what the Glittering Enigma could do to the Pleasant Valley Pariah inside the unforgiving steel structure while others couldn’t stand the prospect of anyone caught in the cage with the Princess of Peaksville, not even FAWN’s Most Hated. Their confusion matched that of the light grid, which went into panicked strobe mode when the pair of discreetly placed cannons on either side of the entranceway fired off a volley of pink and silver glitter! Goodheart skidded out of this shimmering storm a few seconds later to greet the crowd with a curiously somber expression.
VIOLYT GOODHEART:
“I’d get all those cheers out now, friend-o’s, or at least save them for the wake. Because this here? It’s a funeral. Closed casket, I’m afraid.”
Just how afraid was up for debate considering the off kilter smile that appeared immediately thereafter. She giggled, then made her expression as neutral as possible before she started down the ramp. Seemingly unconcerned with the grim outline of the steel cage, Goodheart focused on the floor instead, the blonde capering and skipping from one side while always remaining juuuuuuuuuuust out of reach of those fans on the aisle. For tonight’s battle against the woman of made a career of ruining good things, Goodheart wore bubble-gum pink trunks with a V-shaped white trim 'belt' and much thinner white trim around the leg holes. Above this was a matching halter-style top with white trim along the neckline and edges. Her pads at knee and elbow were a matching pink, boots were gleaming white while her wrist tape was rainbow patterned. Atop all this she wore a classic white nylon windbreaker with pink trim at the collar and cuffs. It was the back of this windbreaker that offered concrete evidence that all was not as it seemed when it came to the Princess of Peaksville. Sure, the Lisa Frank style portrait of a unicorn flying over a rainbow was perfectly on brand, however the message below advised the reader to ’Eat Sh!t and Die!’ in a disconcertingly cartoonish script.
Goodheart finally looked at the cage when she skipped into its shadow, the blonde apparently concerned at what she saw. “Hello again, old friend. You’re looking positively famished, have they not been feeding you?” Violyt trailed her fingers along the links, moved to the steel steps and made the ascent, but didn’t go through the door. Instead she pressed her forehead to it and murmured, “Don’t worry. You’re going to eat like a king tonight.”
Pleased by the prospect, she opened the door and skittered inside, then made her way to Nick Castle with the sort of brazen fearlessness that ensured the veteran referee would need to make two or three passes of her boots and pads to ensure she Violyt hadn’t brought a fork to a cage fight.
“We’re good?” a fidgeting Kylie asked as she peeled off another ten Benjamins and placing them in Pearls’ mitts.
“Now…we’re good,” Luisa responded. She waved the sweep of bills like a fan. “I don’t forgive and I don’t forget, especially the way you basically told Goodheart to stick a fork in me at the end of our Heartbroken match. But paying up front in cash can heal a few wounds. And I knew you were a chickenshyt going in.”
Sanders’ face scrunches, but she swallowed her bile.
“Are you ready?” Ky bristled.
Campos nodded nonchalantly.
“Don’t make any mistakes. I’ll get that Pink Freak against the cage wall right next to you and you shoot the taser into her leg. There’s no DQs. I put what’s left of her into a PVD and she won’t get any THIRD chance.”
“You got it, chica.”
The Platinum Princess finally seemed relieved. “OK. And after we can talk about making our little arrangement permanent with you AND Diamonds. You see I am willing to forget what SHE did. I understand she gets emotional.”
“She does,” Luisa murmurs, fondling her taser before slipping the miniaturized version under the spandex on her hip.
The sound of Iggy gettin’ ‘Fancy’ alerted the twosome Violyt’s in the enclosure and ready, a wild woman who no longer wanted Sanders as her partner but who instead planned to make the Iowan the ultimate example.
FANCY:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=O-zpOMYRi0w
As the assembled let loose with their usual barrage of animosity at sound of her accompaniment, Kylie gulped hard. “Let’s go!”
Campos pushed through the curtains first, her benefactor directly behind.
Though many question Sanders’ ability and even more her ethical indiscretions, no one could deny her power to stir passion. She immediately brought the crowd to a boil, the collective hate moving like a presence toward the silvery-bobbed, elfin beauty as she moved to center stage, Campos leading the way with a shyt-eating grin.
KYLIE SANDERS
LUISA CAMPOS
It’s the Brazilian who’s Chill tonight. She headed down the ramp, not waiting for Sanders who called out to her for some last-minute convo. Ignored, the Platinum Pixie headed off after her help, Kylie moving down the ramp and aisle, muffing her ears against the chants of ‘TROLL…TROLL…TROLL!’
Drawing on echoes of her original gear, Sanders sported a multi-strapped, yellow-gold sports bra topside with black boy-cut shorts, black boots and pads.
Kylie's attire:
www.yandy.com/Strappy-Black-Sports-Bra.php
FAWN’s Most Hated reached the cage and stared in at the woman who’d promised to end her. The Hawkeye nervously climbed the steps, shouting at Castle to stop hurrying her. Just outside the entry, Sanders turned to nod in a final confirmation to her mercenary, but instead she saw a beaming Luisa backpedaling up the ramp, waving.
“Whuhwuhwhatwhere?” Kylie stammered.
Campos, seemingly ready to tangle in a sleek black velvet two-piece, cut high on the hips, was instead departing with Sanders’ cash in her hot little hand.
“Adios, stupido,” the Brazilian shouted.
Kylie’s jaw dropped!
“Buhhbuhhbuttttah.”
In a state of utter dismay, Sanders hardly seemed to notice her music fade and FAWN’s Senior Official grabbed her softly by the wrist and led her inside the steel mesh fencing, pointing her at Violyt.
“Lock it,” the zebra said to the attendant before turning to the combatants. “Are we ready, ladies?”
“Problems?” Goodheart asked the gobsmacked Hawkeye, a twinkle in her eyes.
A chuckling Pearls moved backstage, Sanders’ heart sinking further with her final disappearance.
Understandably frazzled by the duplicitous, cowardly exit of one Luisa ‘Pearls’ Campos, Kylie grabbed hold of the cage door and gave it a firm shake on the slim chance that it might somehow pop the padlock holding the heavy chain in place. Alas, the door only jostled, the sound of it an ugly, grinding ‘clang’ that set her teeth on edge. A glance toward the top had her calculating if she could reach the top and climb over before the glittering lunatic got hold of --CLANG!
“What? What the hell is that, Castle?” Sanders barked at the sound of the bell. “You promised you’d check that crazy bytch!”
“I did, Kylie.” the Senior Official replied. “No cake forks, no glitter bombs, no noth--”
“BULLSHYT!” Sanders countered. “She’s snuck that damned thing in under everyone’s nose god knows how many times! Just because you didn’t find it doesn’t mean it’s not--”
Goodheart juked around Nick and went straight for her shoulda-been bestie with an alacrity that got Ky springing onto the second turnbuckle like the canvas had turned to lava! Turning her back on the Princess of Peaksville only because there was no other way to climb the cage, Sanders grabbed hold of the links and scrambled up as fast as she could, the sound of her ascent an arrhythmic ching-ching-ching-ching.
The prospect of such an abrupt, bloodless end to this all-blonde confrontation earned a round of hearty jeers from the FAWNatics, not that the Pleasant Valley Pariah gave a good goddamn. “Boo all you want, assholes.” she grunted. “I’m too smart to waste my time with this OOOOOOWWWWWWW GAAAAAHHHHH!” She hadn’t heard Goodheart climbing up after her because Vi didn’t bother to climb. Rather she got a running start and leapt onto the top rope so she could launch herself at Sanders and raaaaaaaaaaake her foe from shoulder to buttock! Sanders didn’t lose her grip but her footing was another story, the wide-eyed veteran suddenly kicking and scrabbling for purchase on the uncaring cage--“NOOOOO LEMME GO YOU FREAK!” Sanders kicked and writhed like a madwoman when Violyt grabbed her by the ankles and began to walk away from the corner!
“Can’t do that, Kiki,” she told the wriggling wrestler. “You didn’t say the magic word!” Goodheart leaned forward to put that much more ’oomph’ on the giant step backward that plucked Kylie’s fingers from the steel and sent her plummeting into a face-first collision with the top turnbuckle!
The impact snapped Sanders’ head backward at whiplash speed but the Platinum Pixie managed to keep her footing even after Goodheart caught hold of her waistband and reeled her out of the corner. Dipping low so she could wedge her head beneath Kylie’s left arm as soon as she was within range, Vi looped her right arm around Sanders’ midsection and braced her free hand to the back of the other blonde’s left thigh. Hooks set, Goodheart hoisted Kylie onto her right shoulder, then swung her back the way she’d came to THAWHAM the Iowan down flat on her face, chest and tummy courtesy of a Backdrop Facebuster.
BACKDROP FACEBUSTER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=PFpQaOEcnZk
Sanders bounced / rolled on impact, both hands flying to her face check for a bent nose or busted lips. As for Violyt, she went to the corner instead of her quarry. No escape attempt this, the Pink Stranger dropped to one knee and went to work on the laces holding the middle turnbuckle in place.
“Hey, come on now Violyt. There’s no need for that.” Castle tried coaxing his charge toward less dangerous pursuits, a game effort that he acknowledged as futile when Goodheart tossed the pad over one shoulder.
“Oh, I think we both know there’s need for this, Mr. Castle.” Violyt offered him a sad, off-kilter smile as she turned her attention back to Kylie. “After all, I made Kiki a promise at Heartbroken. And if I didn’t follow through on it that would make me a liar, just like her. You don’t think I’m just like Kiki, do you Mr. Castle?”
“No, I suppose I don’t.” the ref replied.
“I knew you were smart.” Goodheart answered without delay, though her attention was already honed in on the stunned Sanders. Bending down to fill her hands with Ky’s short, silvery locks, Violyt hauled the Iowan to all fours so she could lead / drag her over to the corner she’d started in.
Kylie protested the rough treatment every step of the way, but her tune changed when she realized she was within easy reach of the-- “ROPES!” Sanders snatched hold of the bottom rope and shook it to ensure Castle couldn’t miss it. “ROPES, CASTLE! I’M IN THE DAMN ROPNGH! NGH! NGH! NGH!!”
Goodheart yanked Kylie up onto her knees, then BWUUUNGED her forehead against the exposed middle rung no less than half a dozen times. “Oh Kylie, you’re not in the ropes, you’re merely at the ropes. The only thing you’re in is serious f*cking trouble.”
“Cruuuhhh…cruuhhhh… crazy bytch.” Sanders groaned. “How many times do I have to say it? You don’t scare meAAARRRGGGGHH STTAAAAAAAAAAHHHP!”
Violyt either didn’t care for Ky’s swearing or meant to prove her a liar, whatever the reason, she grabbed the top rope in both hands and braced her left knee against the nape of Sanders’ neck so she could leeeeeeeeeeeean every bit of her hundred and twenty-five pounds against the blonde’s defenseless skull! “Scaring you isn’t the point, Kiki.” the Princess of Peaksville glanced from her squalling, thrashing mount to the crowd and back again. “I’m out to scare them.” Goodheart was about to add her second knee to the steely exfoliation when Castle moved in beside the action. “Before you make a sound, I’d like to remind you that neither of us are under any obligation to follow your instructions.” Violyt giggled to the zebra. “That said, how may I help you?”
“Call me a traditionalist, but I’m going to count anyway.” Nick said after a moment. “I’m hoping you’re a traditionalist too, at least enough to respect a four count. One… two… three… four…”
Goodheart hopped off and stepped back with both hands raised over her head. “I appreciate your honesty, Mr. Castle. I’ll do my best not to abuse it… for now.”
On that threatening note she whipped ‘round on one heel and raced across the canvas to the opposite corner where she hopped onto the second turnbuckle and immediately jumped off, the Pink Stranger twisting through a midair half-circle to come down in a dead sprint. With the distance rapidly dwindling, Goodheart took to the skies and drew her knees to hip level, all the better to THWHUMP those bony joints between Kylie’s shoulders which in turn rammed her forehead into the exposed turnbuckle!
SMILEY FACEBREAKER @ 2:46
www.youtube.com/watch?v=TYKA9BpXDB0
The Pleasant Valley Pariah slumped over backward as soon as Violyt bounced away, Sanders curling into a gawdawful bridge over her own calves. It was an awkward position to put it mildly, but no one paid it much attention because the FAWNatics were focused on Kylie’s forehead, which had gone a bloody red thanks to a small, ragged cut just below her hairline.
“Hey Kiki, did you hear the murmur that just passed through the crowd? That little hitch in their collective breath? I think they’ve started to realize they don’t want your blood as much as they thought they did.”
“I… don’t give a f*ck about what they wanNNNGGGHHH!” Goodheart pulled her right knee-pad down over her boot, then hopped up and brought the bare joint down on the Platinum Pixie’s be-crimsoned forehead!
The Knee Drop sat Sanders up, unfortunately that just made it easier for The Pink Stranger to catch a Chinlock in one hand (her right) and wrench Ky’s left arm backward beneath her own left arm. Soon as that was done she turned Kylie onto her stomach and settled into a seat on her lower back. As far as submission holds went it was no London’s Bridge or Mind Over Matter, but it did allow Goodheart to shift from Chinlock to occasional raking, the Glittering Enigma showing a contented smirk as she draaaaaaaaaaaagged her nails over Kylie’s forehead over and over again.
GROUNDED ARMBAR & CHINLOCK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=68PolGi-8Gc
“Yes you do, Kiki.” Violyt told her prey. “That’s the root of all of your problems. You never stopped caring what they think. And they never stopped caring about you.”
“They hate my guts, you moron,” Ky grunted, her backbone being twisted into an increasing arc.
“Maybe so,” Goodheart countered, “but they still care about you. And you care about them the same way. When I discovered the depth of the relationship that still exists between you and them, I realized we would never work together. They’d always come between us.”
Violyt released her grips only to slip dual fishhooks into the corners of Sanders’ lips while remaining in her mounted position. She viciously drew the curved fingers toward her, wrenching the former Vanilla Chill’s head back by the insides of the Pixie’s cheeks. Tears welled, Ky’s disturbing, toothy grin growing as she mewled in pain.
“And I don’t play second to anyone,” Vi assured.
Sanders writhed weakly beneath her rider, grasping at Goodhart’s wrists, trying to pull her foe’s digits free. But it’s Violyt who decided when to remove them. She exchanged for a dual grip on Kylie’s platinum mop, pulling back her noggin and THWUMPING Sanders’ face into the thinly-sheathed plywood. Ky’s braincase bounced off the deck, the corpuscles starting to drip down her ivory forehead in increasing volume.
The Pink Stranger dismounted and rose to vertical, sending a brutal stomp into Kylie’s ribs. The Hawkeye collapsed around the impact, groaning.
“Now I’m going to destroy you to the point they’ll pity you,” Violyt continued, “instead of despising you.”
The Glittering Enigma dipped and captured a wrist. She pulled Kylie out of her fetal ball until her left arm was wide from her body. She placed Sanders’ palm down flat to the canvas and trampled the Iowan’s hand. Ky howled in pain, pulling the hand in close, cradling it to her chest and grimacing in pain. The Platinum Pixie rolled to a seated position and butt scooted her way to the nearest corner. Violyt trailed at a leisurely pace, letting Sanders corner herself in the cell.
With one working hand, the Platinum Pixie edged her way to a stance with her back against the buckles. She kicks out a stubby, slender stem to keep Goodheart back and Violyt’s arms shot forward like a viper strike, catching Kylie’s left leg around the ankle. She drew a hopping Sanders to center stage, Ky’s less crumpled palm extending in pleading fashion.
Violyt grinned sans fishhooks, staring at the wide hazel eyes of the Iowan, dread filling them as they shifted in multiple directions, looking for some escape from the perilous predicament.
“What?” the Pink Stranger asked with a chuckle. “Kiki, you burned your bridges. You showed me who you are.”
Goodheart shifted her grip up Ky’s stem to her knee joint then pivoted and whipped her to the canvas. Kylie writhed on the may, now cradling the lower limb, Violyt methodically tearing her would-be partner apart piece by piece.
A stubborn Sanders crawled to the nearest strands and hobbled to her feet with the help of the cables, the crowd’s usual unfiltered enjoyment of a Sanders demolition somewhat muted. Kylie vainly limped toward the cage door until Goodheart clipped the pit of Ky’s left knee from behind, sending the Platinum Pixie tumbling to the canvas, yelping. On her back, the Hawkeye rocked from shoulder to shoulder. Her fingers slipped into her short, silvery bob, jerking at the trimmed hair to spread the pain.
Violyt lowered and collected Sanders’ left ankle, then raised the leg high. The Glittering Enigma merrily pounded boot after boot into the elevated alabaster hammy of FAWN’S Most Hated. Ky thrashed wildly, finally escaping more out of Goodheart’s lack of interest than any power of her own.
The baby blues of the former indie darling glimmered with delight, Ky apparently getting nothing more than she deserved. Violyt backpedaled to the cage door and worked at it blindly, feeling for the latch and opening while still staring at Sanders.
Kylie pushed to hands and knees with nowhere near the giddy-up to stop the Glittering Enigma’s exit. A giggling Goodheart shut the door, still on the inside, happy to show to the FAWNatics there was more to this job than simply putting another ‘W’ on the ledger.
“No, no, no,” Violyt said, striding back to Ky, the Platinum Pixie on her haunches, little fists clenched. “I’m not done with you yet, friend.”
Her fellow blonde tugs Kylie to her feet by a wrist and shoulder, dipped an arm between Ky’s quaking gams and ‘hupped’ Sanders across her shoulders in a Fireman’s Carry. She strode through an orbit of the cage with a weakly squirming Sanders as her backpack.
“Time to head back to the Valley,” Violyt purred.
But as she did, an elbow CRACKED into her temple, then another and another, the piston-like shots accumulating until Ky slid down her foe’s back. Her left knee nearly gave out, but the Pleasant Valley Pariah had enough grit to leap onto Goodheart’s back, tucking her legs into a ball, knees driving into either shoulderblade of her opponent. With a cupped set of fingers under Violyt’s chin, Ky got a gravity assist, flopping to the canvas and ROCKING the Pink Stranger with a nasty backstabber.
BACKSTABBER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=YlMh5YLt7To
Goodheart’s body bounced away before rolling to a stop, Violyt’s hand reaching for the base of her spine as she bit her lower lip, trying to bury the slightest sight of pain.
“Don’t try to get on my good side,” Goodheart grunted, maneuvering to a seated position as a mewling Sanders hobbles to vertical, shaking out her left stem, trying to get the limb into full working order before pressing her meager advantage.
The recovery took too long, Violyt lifting off her cheeks. But before she could get fully erect and ready for an assault, a staggering Sanders surged forward and planted a Toe Kick from her right foot deep into Goodheart’s solar plexus, doubling the blonde with a gasp. Never one to have a particularly expansive playbook, Kylie kept it simple. She grasped onto the honey golden locks of the Enigma and dropped to her pert derriere, PLANTING Violyt with a Sit-Out Facebuster. Goodheart absently flopped to her back from the force of the impact, staring blankly at the rafters above the chain-link enclosure.
SIT-OUT FACEBUSTER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=v870b_0hkJI
Her foe seemingly knocked loopy between her extended, abbreviated legs, Ky dropped thighs over shoulders and pressed her palms atop Violyt’s forehead even as her own became increasingly streaked with Type O.
Nick dropped to the canvas and slapped the mat for the…
ONE…
TWO…
Violyt kicked loose, rolling from between the Hawkeye’s legs, the crowd emitting an odd hint of a groan. As if they were…disappointed?
If they were, Kylie’s in no condition to tell. Her left wheel was clearly far from a hundred percent but it’s well enough to get her on her boot soles without the help of any rubber-coated steel this time.
The Platinum Pixie spared a desirous glance at the door, several feet away but seemed to understand, she wouldn’t make it out in her less than robust state with Goodheart already pushing to hands and knees.
With a heave of a sigh, she discarded the inviting attempt at escape and moved toward the former indie darling, dipping to latch onto Violyt’s golden locks. Ky YANKED a yipping Goodheart to her feet and ran her, as best she’s able, toward the nearest ropes, heaving with what’s left of her might. Kylie sends Goodheart’s upper half over the top cable, the Pink Stranger’s face BWANGING into the steel mesh of the fencing.
Violyt bounced away from the cage without going down, so Sanders caught her by the scruff of the neck and charged to the opposite side, the FAWN original gritting her teeth to block out the throb in her aching knee. BWANG! Ky hit the brakes at the last second and flung Goodheart over the top rope, the other blonde once again hitting the pitiless steel with a cringe-inducing BWANG!
“Jesus, stay the hell down!” the Pleasant Valley Pariah barked at her adversary when Violyt came away from the collision still far too vertical for Kylie’s liking.
“Luuhhh… like you could make me!” the Glittering Enigma giggled / mumbled as she tried to catch her balance. “That Platinum Pixie nonsense won’t get the job done, Kiki! And don’t even get me STARTED on Vanilla ChNNNNGGGH!”
Sanders belted her across the jaw with a straight right hand that swiveled the weirdo around in a sloppy half circle. Securing the opposition at trunks and tresses, Kylie charged the third side of the cage and hurled Goodheart over the top rope, but did so at such an angle that Violyt took the brunt of the THWHAM-BWANG impact on her right hip and shoulder! No bouncing away from that one, the Princess of Peaksville tumbled into the narrow space between the strands and the frame of the cage.
“Watch your mouth, freak.” Sanders grunted after she’d made a cursory check of her bleeding forehead. “I may not have the nickname anymore, but I can still freeze your poseur ass out whenever HEY! DON‘T EVEN THINK ABOUT IT!”
Goodheart reached out a hand and raked Sanders’ left thigh, though her awkward grasp on the other wrestler’s kneepad suggested she was trying to wrench that bit of protection away. Kylie wasn’t having it though, she grabbed the top rope in both hands and proceeded to thum-thum-thum-THUMP half a dozen kicks into the pit of Violyt’s stomach. “Don’t touch me, freak!” Sanders spat down at the Pink Stranger as she leaned into the strands to take some of the weight off her left knee.
“What are you so worried about?” Goodheart was trying to get to all fours, though the tight space made it rather difficult. “Nick already told you I didn’t bring the cake fork and I told you I wasn’t a fan of Lisa’s micOOOFFFHHHH!”
Still holding the top rope, Ky climbed onto the bottom rope and sprang off with a one-legged leap that ended with the bloodied blonde THWHUMPING both feet into Violyt’s ribs! The Broadside Dropkick BWANGED Goodheart against the cage harder than ever and finally allowed Sanders a moment of relative peace and quiet while she dragged her upright. “You talk to me like I’ve forgotten my own history.” FAWN’s Most Hated grumbled after she’d switched over to a hair-hold, all the better to thread Goodheart’s upper body through the gap between top and middle ropes. “Allow me to remind you, asshole. I LIVED it. Every moment. From the highs to the lows and everything in between, I was there. And something I can tell you about the lows? Reminding me of them is extremely bad for your health.”
“Gotcha.” Goodheart rasped. “Hey, is Portia kicking you to the curb a high or a low? I can see legitimate cases made for NNGGHH!”
Kylie slammed a knee into Violyt’s tummy to shut her up, then grabbed each arm and draped them over the top rope. “I’m not going to dredge up my past for a psychopath like you.” Sanders muttered. “But I am happy to make new memories. And trust me when I tell you, bytch. This is the highest of highs.”
Plunging her left hand into Goodheart’s hair, Ky yanked her head up to hold it steady for the series of straight rights she pwak-pwak-pwak-PWAAAKED against Violyt’s forehead. Sanders made a point to aim for her enemy’s hairline, the Platinum Pixie looking to inflict a similar bloodletting on the trapped nutcase. She was well on her way when Castle strode over and said, “Get her out of the ropes, Kylie.”
Kylie stopped throwing punches, grabbed a double handful of hair and BWANGED the back of Violyt’s skull into the jangling cage! “What are you going to do if I don’t, asshole?”
Nick frowned, turning his attention to the wound on her forehead. “Not sure I like the look of that cut, Ky. Blood loss could impair your ability to follow commands and if I thought you couldn’t protect yourself I’d have to call the match for--”
“All right, all right!” Kylie threw both hands up and stepped clear if only to put a stop to Castle’s nagging bullshyt.
“Lookit you, following the ref’s commands like a sweet little midwestern farm girl.” Violyt groaned. “I knew the bad girl thing was just an act! Maybe Celia’s been dosing you in secret these last few NNNGGGGHH!”
FAWN’s Most Hated blasted Goodheart with a Forearm Smash across the mouth, then whipped ‘round in a half circle and made for the far side of the ring. The hitch in her left knee was noticeable for the first few steps but it smoothed out well before she reached the ropes and the former World Champ was moving full speed ahead when she took to the skies and THWHACKED a pinpoint Dropkick against the other blonde’s jaw! Goodheart’s noggin hit the cage first with the rest of her following half a heartbeat behind, the Pink Stranger jouncing back and forth between the steel and the rubber-coated steel!
“I’m not going to tell you again, Kylie.” the ref warned. “Get her out of there!”
“Why aren’t you concerned about HER ability to follow orders?” Sanders snapped back. “Crazy bytch has spent a whole year doing whatever the frick she wants, including threatening me with a FORK of all things and everyone’s fine with that?”
“Because I treat them with the tiniest bit of respect.” Goodheart’s groan bubbled into a disconcerting giggle. “Except for Merle, he doesn’t deserve it. You though, you strut around here acting like a badass when everyone knows you don’t have the guts to cut so much as a promo without someone watching your ba--”
CRAAACK! Sanders slapped Violyt hard enough to numb that hand, which she then raised to Nick. “Not. One. Word.”
Pounding that fist into her left knee to get the blood flowing in both, she sprinted into the ropes and came back twice as fast, Sanders transforming herself into a hundred and twelve pound missile when she leapt and raised both knees to chest levNOOOO! Violyt slipped her arms loose of the top rope and simply folded over the second strand so that her opponent BWAAANGED a whole lotta vacated cage! Sanders bounced off like it was electrified, the blonde already holding those aggrieved joints to her chest by the time she hit the deck.
A short distance away, Violyt looked to Nick and waved a weary hand in Kylie’s direction. “Guuuhhh… go check on her, doofus. She might’ve blown out her knees!”
The same thought had crossed Castle’s mind, which was why he was halfway to Sanders before Goodheart finished speaking. “How are you, Ky? Can you stand?”
“Yeah, and I’ll do it on my own damned time, so get the hell away!” The Iowan sat up and took a swipe at Castle, forcing the official to jump back. “I’ll be fine, just leave me the hell alone and--GET AWAY! GODDAMMIT FREAK, GET THE HELL AWAY!”
Ky threw herself into a mad crabwalk, the grounded grappler doing everything she could to put some distance between herself and the recently-freed Princess of Peaksville when she closed ground. Sanders threw several desperate kicks to slow Goodheart’s progress, more than a few of which connected with her foe’s thighs and hips. Unfortunately the last one went wide and Violyt immediately snatched the veteran’s ankle. Smiling wide, Goodheart hopped up and back to stretch the limb out full length while also setting off a massive jolt of pain in Kylie’s knee! “RRRGGGGHHH!” Sanders tried to twist free but only succeeded in rolling onto her stomach, a position she regretted the instant Violyt set a boot against the back of her left thigh.
“Five bucks says they’ll cheer when you try to stand!” The Pink Stranger hopped up and yanked Kylie’s leg off the canvas just to let go and stomp down, thus DRIVING her knee into the thinly-sheathed plywood!
KNEE STOMP:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=SIzEBo3qCDs
Sanders shrieked in anguish, tugging the battered leg in close. Instantly trying to compose, she slapped the mat in anger and frustration and reached for the ropes.
Violyt stood idly by not far away, watching intently as Kylie slowly pulled herself up to battle on. Sure enough there’s a smattering of support. Perhaps less than Goodheart imagined, the fans’ hatred of Ky so engrained.
“OK. Let’s split the difference,” Violyt admitted. “You owe me two-fitty.”
Kylie hobbled away from the ropes, the elfin blonde biting her lip. Any progress she’s made during her time in control lost, a new line of blood slowly rolling over the rosy smears.
“Aren’t you the sight?” the former indie darling continues, “Just remember. You had to convince me to destroy you. But now I’m so glad you did.”
The Glittering Enigma surged toward Sanders and lifted a knee deep into the pit of Ky’s tummy, doubling her foe over, lifting her boot soles clean off the canvas for a moment. Violyt pulled the lowered head toward her and into a Front Facelock. She spun the limping blonde to face the nearest wall of chain-link, throwing a flaccid arm behind her neck.
In the blink of an eye, Kylie was Snap Suplexed into the ropes and the cage directly behind, her spine ‘CLACKING’ against the barrier. The Platinum Mess ended stacked on her shoulders, legs laced within the strands, face twisted in a grimace as she reached a hand toward her lower vertebrae.
Instead of pulling her foe out for a pin attempt, Goodheart rose and stepped on the former Chill’s throat. A bug-eyed Ky’s hands shot to Violyt’s ankle, frantically trying to remove the foot from her windpipe.
An imploring Nick finally prevailed on the Pink Stranger after a half-dozen seconds of throttling, leaving Sanders a coughing, gasping, bloodied wreck. Kylie rolled to her chest and pulled herself free of the cables.
“Your whole decision process brought you to this, Kiki. Such a shame.”
“Yeah. MY decisions, bytch,” came the raspy rejoinder.
Violyt rolled her eyes. “Yeah. That’s what I said. Are you getting enough blood to your brain?
Goodheart wrapped her hands around Sanders’ increasingly stained noggin and pulled the wreckage to her feet, A stooped Kylie stuffed a right fist into Goodheart’s breadbasket then another and another. They elicited some slight flinches from the Glittering Enigma that came to a quick end when an overhand right forearm to the back sent Kylie down to her haunches, back arching in pain.
Sanders leaned against her foe, transferring some of her blood to Violyt’s hip.
Goodheart pulled Sanders up by her ears, pivoted and heaved the Platinum Pixie to the far ropes. It’s a show of determination as Kylie remained on her feet, raggedly reaching the cables and rebounding in a stagger toward the Stranger. Violyt dropped to the canvas and tripped Kylie with a Drop Toe Hold, instantly rolling her into her Sneaky Sneaky, a Half Crab on Ky’s ravaged left leg.
SNEAKY SNEAKY:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=V03iKopvN0k
With the stem in tow, Violyt leaned back, seemingly trying to touch Kylie’s heel to her scalp.
Sanders howled in pain, hazel eyes welling. She dug her fingers into her silvery bob, unsuccessfully trying to spread the pain.
Castle got down in the face of the Pleasant Valley Pariah.
“Just tell me when, Kylie.”
There’s no angry FU coming from Sanders this time. Just sobbing contemplation that’s only exacerbated when Violyt lowered into a hellish bridge to increase the pressure all the more.
But instead of slapping the canvas, she pressed her palms into the mat and pushed up as best she could. Arms quaking, she shook her head to Castle’s repeated question, sending blood spattering.
“GAWWWD NO!”
Violyt released and rolled away, ending on her knees at Sanders’ side.
“FAWN already has too many goddesses and royalty. I’m happy just being me.”
A toothy grin emerged on the Enigma’s face as she turned to the hard cam.
“All you kids out there. Remember…just be yourself.”
She leaned forward and DROVE a Double Axhandle into the base of Kylie’s spine, sending a spasm through the wrecked frame of the Hawkeye. Violyt rose and returned her gaze to the lens, giving a knowing wink to all the Goodheart-attackers out there.
Turning her attention back to the task at hand, she watched with a certain satisfaction as Kylie pushed to her knees out of instinct.
“Get your ass over here,” Ky says in a barely audible croak.
Goodheart chuckled.
“Don’t worry. I’d never walk out on you. You’re the one who does that.”
Instantly, the Pink Stranger, shot forward, twisting into a violent Super Kick to the jaw of the Iowan, spinning her foe’s noggin and sending Kylie flopping to her back in a motionless spreadeagle.
SUPER KICK @ 00:28
www.youtube.com/watch?v=aT0oBUi3KI4
With Sanders waylaid, the options for victory were numerous but perhaps the most unlikely was the one Goodheart chose. She moved to the nearest corner and climbed the buckles but didn’t end her ascension there. Slipping her fingers through the links, she continued to scale the cage, slowly making her way to the top with barely a hint of movement from the Pixie below.
Reaching her goal, she turned and stood atop the barrier, gazing through the crowd, her baby blues finally turning to the body far beneath her. A murmur grew in the crowd as it became increasingly evident what the former indie darling intended, at least in the goal if not the manner. The end of Kylie Sanders.
Beaming smile firmly planted, Violyt leapt from her penthouse perch with legs extended, the most sensational of Leg Drops aimed at the Hawkeye’s neck and chest. But on the long trip back to earth, the lifeless husk Sanders appeared revivified and Kylie rolled clear of the drop zone, leaving Goodheart to plant her tailbone in the thinly-sheathed plywood like an Olympic-sized javelin toss.
The FAWNatics collectively gasped as The Pink Stranger bounced several inches off her ‘hole’ before slopping to a shoulder and hip, hands buried in her undercarriage.
A few feet removed from her foe, Kylie remained mat-bound on her chest. She slowly pushed to hands and knees and lifted her head to gaze longingly at Goodheart, willing her body to work and, in fits and starts Eventually, it did.
She rose and staggered to Violyt. With Goodheart on her back, hands still glued to her cheeks, Sanders hopped into the air above and STOMPED both boot soles into Goodheart’s bosom, flattening them to her sternum. Unfortunately, a nauseating wave of pain erupts from her left leg in doing so and she couldn’t enjoy the reaction from the temporarily silenced Enigma.
As a wincing Violyt rolled to her chest to tried and join Sanders in verticality, a desperate Kylie moved to a stance in a reverse-facing straddle over Goodheart, the Pink Stranger on all fours. Ky dropped her pert backside into Violyt’s spine, sending Goodheart flat with a breathy ‘ooooof’. Situated in a seat above Goodheart’s waist, the bloody mess that was FAWN’s Most Hated raised a claw-like right hand high and, in unison, the crowd couldn’t help itself, chanting “FARM…HAND!”
Sanders brought the trowel down without so much as a word, the ‘smeck’ of flesh on flesh ringing out into the first several rows as she dug deep into the crease separating Goodheart’s left thigh from that buttock. Clamping down on her own wrist for extra leverage, Kylie hunched over and jounced in place, only to immediately regret it when a jolt of pain shot from her left knee to her hip and back again. “GIVE!” she barked the command through clenched teeth. “GIVE UP YOU CRAZY BYTCH!”
Violyt shook her head ‘no’ and flicked her right leg up ‘n back in an almost Scorpion Kick that would’ve caught Sanders in the forehead if she hadn’t drawn away at the last second. Doing so stoked the fire in her knee even hotter but the Iowan refused to cede her mount. Bracing the soles of her boots against Goodheart’s flanks in an effort to spread out her weight, Kylie continued to gnash and knead, occasionally relinquishing the Farm Hand so she could stab mean little punches down into her rival’s backside.
“Give up or I’ll tear your leg off.” Sanders hissed. “Swear to god I will, and no one will bat an eyeEEERRRHHH FAHK!”
The Princess of Peaksville couldn’t squirm out from under the other blonde so she twisted in place and reached back with both hands to grab hold of Ky’s left foot. The savage twist that followed wasn’t an Ankle Lock proper, but it sure as hell didn’t Sanders’ left leg any favors.
Shaking her head ‘no, no, no’ though she was ostensibly in control of the mount, Kylie shifted most of her weight to the right while continuing to bear down on the Farm Hand with everything she could muster. “Nuuuhhhh… not going anywhere, psycho.” Sanders growled. “Don’t you know who you’re messing with? I’m Kylie freakin’ SandeRRAAAAAAAGGGAAAHH!”
Goodheart wrenched even harder and the Pleasant Valley Pariah finally lost her balance, spilling over onto her back while Violyt clambered to her feet with that ankle still in hand. Another ugly twist scrambled Sanders’ defenses long enough for the Glittering Enigma to secure control over her other foot. Simply forcing those captured stems into ‘V’ made Kylie pound a fist against the canvas, but something must’ve been missing, at least judging by the expression on Goodheart’s face.
“What’s this, Kiki?” she asked with genuine curiosity. “Don’t wanna wash a few windows in defense of your precious junk?” Sanders balled her hands into fists, held them up and raised both middle fingers in a show of defiance that earned some cheers from the crowd… and a smile from Violyt? “Well would’ja lookit that? I’m so proud of you!”
“Fuuuuuhhhh… f*ck off, freaNNNNNGGGHH!” Goodheart went up on tiptoe and dropped to one knee to THUMP the bony joint into the juncture of her opponent’s thighs! “That’s about the last bit of hurtful language I’m going to tolerate from you, ma’am.” Vi muttered as Kylie curled in on herself, FAWN’s Most Hated a nearly fetal ball in the wake of the nauseating Low Blow. No response from Sanders, so Goodheart got up and glanced at Nick Castle. “What do you say, Mr. Stripes? Is Kylie about done?”
“I wouldn’t dream of counting her out.” the Senior Official answered. “I’ve seen her pull off the impossible too many times to do that.”
The Pink Stranger narrowed her eyes, not in anger, but contemplation. “Hmmmmmmhhhh… so you’re saying I shouldn’t stick a fork in her?”
“Absolutely not. No forks, Violyt.” He glanced around without realizing it, Nick instinctively searching for spots Goodheart might’ve stashed her favorite weapon.
“What’re you looking for? This?” Vi flicked her wrist and the fork appeared like magic, its appearance so abrupt Castle blinked half a dozen times to make sure he hadn’t imagined it.
“What the? Give me that! Right now, Violyt!”
Goodheart held it out, though her expression was stern. “Don’t you dare use it before me, sir. We’ll have problems if you do.”
“Trust me, I’m not in the mood for cake.” Castle answered as he plucked it from her fingers.
“That’s a terrible, empty way to live.” she turned her attention to Kylie, who’d fought to one knee. “Hey Kiki, I gave him my fork, so you don’t have to worry about facial lacerations anymore! You ready to keep-- why does everyone keep flipping me off?”
Defiant behind that upraised middle finger, Sanders grunted, “Because you’re a f*cking psychopath and it’s the only way to--” Goodheart swatted the Iowan’s hand aside and grabbed her by the ears only to double over in surprise when the Platinum Pixie rammed a shoulder into her belly! Gimpy knee be damned, Sanders slipped an arm through Violyt’s thighs and pulled her across her shoulders in a Fireman’s Carry! “Gotcha now, freak.” Kylie was practically hopping on one knee to stay upright. “Hope you enjoy the drive through Pleasant VallNNNGGGH!”
Violyt smashed the point of her elbow into the side of Sanders’ skull, then kicked her legs until she slid off the other blonde’s back. Dragging her nails across Kylie’s eyes just because she could, Goodheart spun her FAWN Original around and ‘hupped’ her up into the Fireman’s Carry she’d so recently escaped. No theatrics or threats from the Pink Stranger, indeed she was disconcertingly silent as she raced toward the corner with exposed middle turnbuckle. A murmur of concern from the crowd transformed into a full-on groan of sympathetic anguish when Violyt turned and laid out on her left side to BWUNGTHWHUMP! the small of Kylie’s back into the exposed steel rung!
(NOT SO) PLEASANT VALLEY DRIVER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=-G7DFGzb-bY
Sanders collapsed into an insensate matchbook, the veteran’s boots up around her ears where they would’ve stayed for quite some time if Goodheart hadn’t grabbed both ankles and draaaaaaaaaaaaaaaagged her out into the middle of the squared circle. With Kylie stretched out flat on her stomach, the Pink Stranger dropped her right foot in favor of doubling down on the left. Swinging around so she was in place above her foe’s head, Violyt dropped into a crouch atop Sanders’ shoulders, then halved her grip on the Iowan’s foot so she could grab her left wrist and wedge it into the hollow of her knee. Now that the arm was salted away Goodheart doubled down on Kylie’s ankle and slowly craaaaaaaaaaaaaaaanked back to pull that tortured leg into the hellish hook shape of a particularly snug Single Leg Crab!
PINK ELEPHANT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=-sM92PUr4VM
“OOOOOHHHH GAAAAAAAWWD STAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHP!” Sanders shrieked back to life, the trapped battler wriggling in place a futile effort to escape Violyt’s clutches.
“What do you say, Kylie?” Nick was there in an instant, kneeling beside the tangled rivals to check his charge’s condition. “Need me to call it? Tell me someth--”
“NOOOOOO!” she wailed. “GET AWAY FROM ME, I’M NOT GONNA OOOOOOOOWWWWWW SHYT, IS THAT ALL YOU GOT, BYTCH!?”
Goodheart had in fact let go, or rather, she’d freed up one hand just to affix it to the center of her prey’s trunks. “Make me, Kiki.” Violyt flashed a hard-working smile as she continued to rip and tear at multiple fronts. “And try some more pleasant language, you’ll catch more flies with honey than--”
“GIVE!” Kylie reached out with her right hand and slapped the mat half a dozen times. “I GIVE! I GIVE, JUST STAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHP!”
Castle popped up and called for the bell. It clanged at once, but the Glittering Enigma continued that white-knuckle torment until the Announcer confirmed, “Ladies and gentlemen, your winner via submission… VIOLYT GOODHEART!
Violyt tossed both her hooks aside, then spun clear of the mount and leaned down so that her lips were millimeters from Kylie’s ear. “Hear those boos, friend?” she whispered. “I wonder who they’re for? I’m going to be selfish and believe they’re for me, either because I went to your trunks there at the end or I didn’t go at them hard enough. I mean, it’d be pretty awful to think they were still booing you after all that, right?” Goodheart smiled, planted a single light kiss on Sanders’ fever-warm temple. “Because really, to still get booed after the beatings you’ve taken and the humiliations you’ve endured… that’s not pathetic, Kylie. That’s insane.”
“Juuuuuuhhhh… just leave me alone.” Kylie moaned. “You proved your point.”
“I don’t think I did, at least not as forcefully as I should have. Don’t worry though, I’m sure someone else will sooner than later. And they won’t be nearly so nice about it.”
“Shuuuuuhhh…. shut up, goddamn you. Just leave me alone.”
“Throw yourself on the mercy of the Corps, friend.” Goodheart went on as if the vulnerable blonde hadn’t said a word. “They need you and you need them, even if you’re both too stubborn to see it.”
Kylie remained silent so Violyt got to her feet and offered the crowd a cheery wave. “Here’s your fork, Violyt.” Nick offered over the flatware, which Violyt plucked from his fingers in an instant. “Thanks for not using it.”
“Who says I won’t? I’ve got victory cake waiting! It’s devil’s food!”
“I meant on Kylie.”
“So was I! Not tonight of course, she’s all tuckered out. But if she doesn’t learn her lesson…” Goodheart bit down on the tines and smiled. “I’ll finish what I started. Goodnight Mr. Stripes!”
Promise made, the Princess of Peaksville skipped to the recently opened door and traipsed down the steps, leaving Nick to tend to Kylie and the FAWNatics to wonder what was next for both blondes.