Post by hawkeye on Aug 9, 2021 0:15:09 GMT
“Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is a Tag Team Match scheduled for one fall with a thirty minute time limit. Introducing first, hailing from Princeton, New Jersey and New Haven, Connecticut respectively and weighing in tonight at a combined total of two hundred and thirty-nine pounds, they are TIFFANY MAYES AND CLAUDIA ROONEY, THE LOST DAUGHTERS!”
The lights went down in time with the jeers and the start of some low static warbling that swiftly rose to a lung-shredding shriek before giving way to the pounding, discordant pulse of Dead Sara’s ‘We Get What We Deserve’.
I'm watching the static on the TV
and my eyes are bleeding.
It's just the visions of who I was
never really who I am.
A spotlight pierced the dark shortly thereafter, the single beam cutting down from the rafters to illuminate two figures standing back to back with bowed heads. Tiffany Mayes looked up after a moment, the svelte blonde treating the idiots to a malevolent grin as the ground beneath her feet seemingly went into business for itself. A smooth one-eighty twisted the Mistress of Mayeshem away to reveal the Whist Warrior herself, Claudia Rooney. No words from the veteran redhead terror, she simply raised an index finger to her lips, ‘hushing’ the jeering FAWNatics as Mayes swung off the hidden turntable to stand shoulder to shoulder alongside her partner. Properly aligned, these soldiers of misfortune raised their left hands, each showing three fingers as a sign of solidarity among themselves as well as Ginnifer Chadwick who was conspicuous by her absence for tonight’s festivities.
TIFFANY MAYES:
CLAUDIA ROONEY:
The truth in disguise, you sync your revenge
It's hard to deny, it's left with no one.
No safe place to hide, it's all in your head.
We get what we deserve,
Yeah we get what we deserve.
Mayes and Rooney held the sigil for several seconds, then turned it into a fist bump before heading down the ramp. The FAWNatics had nothing but disdain for the devious duo, yet that didn’t stop any number of them from reaching in their direction as they passed by. All these efforts were immediately and enthusiastically rebuked by Tiffany, who either slapped them aside or got even closer for the purposes of holding an upraised middle finger within inches of their nose. This evening the blonde wore black, bandeau up top and boy-cut trunks below, each half trimmed in bright arterial red. Her low, sleek wrestling shoes were a matching black while her pads and boots matched the bloody trim of her togs.
As for the Silent Siren, she ignored everything around her, Rooney presumably making last minute adjustments to some Byzantine plan centered on the demoralizing destruction of her adversaries. Like the Inquisitor she wore black, specifically a sturdy two-piece with cool purple flames airbrushed on the top and across the seat. The fiery scheme carried over to her pads and boots as both were a matching purple, a perfect complement for the chunky bands adorning each wrist.
Diving under the bottom rope as one, the Mayes and Rooney spun to their feet and laid claim to different corners, blonde and redhead again raising the three fingered salute before lowering two to remind the crowd exactly how they felt about their useless jeering. Meeting in the middle once the noise started to fade, they exchanged a fist bump and headed to the far corner all while completely ignoring referee Al Carpenter’s entreaties to check their pads and boots.
Tonight, the buzz of the Orlando crowd might be better characterized as a din. With the Lost Daughters in the ring, the grievous grapplers and the FAWNatics await certain future Hall of Famers.
Who could believe Emily West and Kylie Sanders would ever be on the same team, except perhaps in the fevered dream of Cassava Onika?
But this is no dream and the crowd doesn’t seem to know what to make of it.
Behind the curtain, Sanders paces while the Black Queen is regally calm. Some in the crowd might think both women have little to prove, but it’s clear from their faces both do in their own way. West needs to show she can still work and without the protection of her Court. And Kylie, knowing she has to put together a strong run to finish her career with more wins than losses after some recent ignominious losses, has even more.
It’s hardly a surprise when the sound of Iggy Azalea gettin’ ‘Fancy’ alerts the FAWNatics the Platinum Pixie claimed the entrance music for the team’s first match.
(http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=O-zpOMYRi0w )
After being ripped to shreds by Violyt Goodheart and humiliated by Luisa Campos, another reboot is in order and it’s seemingly West throwing the lifeline.
The usual ear-splitting hate is tempered by the unforgettable novelty of two of the most influential wrestlers in the organization’s history walking to ringside, shoulder to shoulder.
KYLIE SANDERS
EMILY WEST
There isn’t a hint of interest in the goings-on of the crowd between them, each striding confidently toward their collective tableau, eyes glued on the dangerous Daughters.
The silvery-bobbed, elfin beauty moves up the steps to a smattering of applause, though it’s counterbalanced by the those in the former Corps who’ll never forgive her.
Drawing on echoes of her original gear, Sanders sports a multi-strapped, yellow-gold sports bra topside with black boy-cut shorts, black boots and pads.
(https://www.yandy.com/Strappy-Black-Sports-Bra.php )
Em receives a significant uptick in love from her counterpart, the assembled excited about seeing the busty brunette after such a long time away from the squared circle.
Ky waits for West to reach the apron next to her, the Queen garbed in a gleaming black corset with half a dozen tiny silver buttons that started below her sternum and ended just above her navel. Beneath, the corset flowed seamlessly into a matching black skirt edged in delicate white lace. Traveling yet farther south (across perhaps three inches of exquisitely toned thigh) Emily’s strong legs were armored in black nylon stockings topped by more lace (albeit in black) and shiny black wrestling boots that reached to just below the knee. This regal style was accessorized with flat black pads at elbow and knee and a completed by a wide choker done in black velvet. From this choker hung a small onyx pendant carved into the shape of her favorite chess piece.
They slip through the cables simultaneously and steer through a walk-by of their polished and poised foes before heading to the opposite corner without any amplified commentary.
A surprised ring announcer realizes he doesn’t have to worry about jumping on a speech by the legends.
“And their opponents, at a combined weight of 236 pounds, they are the Amazing Academic and the Platinum Pixie. They are the celebrated and illustrious Emily West and Kylie Sanders!”
West bows and convinces Ky to timidly do the same, the newly christened team making a few more friends in the sellout swarm.
Patently unfazed by the bewilderment caused by their newly revealed partnership, Sanders and West drew apart at the sound of the bell, the former heading for the center of the ring while the latter stepped out onto the apron. As for the Lost Daughters, Claudia elected to start for her team, though Tiffany made sure to snap an invisible stick and toss the pieces in Kylie’s direction before she retreated to the corner.
“Goodheart’s lunacy really is contagious, isn’t it?” Rooney asked the FAWN Original as they began to circle. “When I heard rumors you’d been seen hanging around West, I figured you were trying to get into Witness Protection. But partnering with her? That’s HEYUUNNGGHH!”
Kylie shot in, dropped low and slipped an arm through Claudia’s thighs to transfer the redhead onto her shoulders just long enough to dump her to the deck via a Fireman’s Carry! Rooney bounced to a seat and might’ve made it back to her feet if Sanders hadn’t thwarted those plans by simply THWHACKING a nasty kick across her upper back!
FIREMAN'S CARRY & LOW KICK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=N_rUCyT6oGY
Claudia groaned, scrambled to a knee and found herself caught in a snug Side Headlock. “Aren’t you supposed to be the quiet one?” Kylie asked as she poured pressure into her foe’s temples. “Why don’t you try a little bit more of ngh! Ngh! Ngh!”
The Silent Siren jabbed a few elbows into Sanders’ midriff to escape the Headlock, but all it got her was a heavy Kneelift to the navel for her troubles. Pivoting toward the friendlier corner of the ring, Kylie transitioned from the Headlock to a Three Quarters Facelock, then went up on tiptoe and dropped to one knee to flip Claudia onto her butt with a quick Snapmare that also twanged the pits of the redhead’s knees against the second strand! Rooney cried out, fumbled her way to a seat and hooked an arm over the bottom rope.
“Keep ‘em back!” Claudia demanded of Al even as she rubbed at her aching knees. “I’m in the ropes, dork. So just keep ‘em both baHHRRRGGGGHH!” In Al’s defense, he never even got a chance to reiterate the demand because Kylie was already racing back from the far side of the squared circle at top speed. Indeed, the lanky official had to fling himself aside to clear the way for the Pleasant Valley Pariah, who flew in low and THWHAPPED her right arm across Rooney’s clavicle with a Basement Clothesline!
ROPE-LEANED BASEMENT CLOTHESLINE:[/b]
www.youtube.com/watch?v=QafMaOVGRX8
Back on her feet in very short order, Kylie grabbed Claudia’s left wrist in both hands and pulled her to boot-leather before twisting that vulnerable limb in a trio of smooth, tense circles. Keeping steady pressure on the redhead’s wrist to ensure she couldn’t slip away, Sanders led Claudia to the corner, halved her grip and tagged Emily into the match.
“Hold her, if you’d be so kind.” West said to the blonde as she climbed from the apron to the top rope in the span of heartbeats.
“Don’t worry, she’s not going anywhere.” Sanders continued to torque Rooney’s wrist to ensure this was the truth.
“C’mon dammit! They can’t double team her like that!” Mayes complained from the other side of the ring. “Get her out of the--” Tiffany cringed and the crowd groaned when Emily leapt off her perch and DROVE both heels into Claudia’s exposed bicep!
Jaw clenched against the explosion of pain in her arm, Rooney drew the limb close to her chest and started toward Tiffany in the hopes that she’d have better luck against this inexplicable odd couple. How Mayes would fare in her position remained a mystery for now because Emily intercepted at the halfway point, the Amazing Academic catching hold of Claudia’s left wrist and wrenching it up between her shoulders in a Hammerlock. West worked the arm for a few seconds, then cranked it a little harder to stop Rooney from throwing an elbow over her right shoulder. Dipping her head so she could get it beneath the other woman’s bicep, Emily put her right hand against Claudia’s rump, then hoisted her up onto the point of her shoulder and laid out on her back to THWHAM! all of Rooney’s weight down atop her awkwardly folded arm!
HAMMERLOCK BACKDROP SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=YJxEuJY9VYk
Claudia sat up like the canvas was electrified, got forced right back down so the Black Queen could pin her in place with a Crossbody. Carpenter dove in from several feet away to count off…
ONE…
TWO…
The Whist Warrior powered free in time with ‘TWO’, though the force of her escape seemed to send another painful twinge through her left arm. “Overcome the surprise as quickly as possible, Claudia.” Emily advised her foe in the midst of hauling her upright with a double handful of hair. “Otherwise this will be over far too quickly to serve as a proper reference to--”
Claudia’s hands shot up to lace across the back of Emily’s head even as she tucked her own noggin into place beneath the former World Champion’s chin! The Jawbreaker was right there for the taking, which was why it was so infuriating (for Rooney and Mayes at least) when West slammed the door on the jailbreak by driving a Kneelift into the pit of her opponent’s stomach. Reaching around behind Claudia’s back as soon as the remnants of the Jawbreaker fell away, West grabbed the other woman’s left wrist in her left hand to secure yet another Hammerlock, then threaded her right arm between Rooney’s legs and scooped her up onto that shoulder. A look to the Daughters’ corner told Em that Tiffany was where she should be, though the anger radiating off the blonde suggested that might not be the case much longer. That was still enough for West, who turned to Kylie’s corner and stomped close enough to toss her burden through a short descent that ended with Rooney and her suffering arm BWUUUNGING against the bottom turnbuckle!
TURNBUCKLE HAMMERLOCK BODYSLAM:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=1BQ3eepAZWg
Sanders cringed and rolled a shoulder in sympathetic hurt despite the fact that Claudia was the opposition. Even after more than a month of training with the Black Queen she hadn’t quite wrapped her head around the way West managed to use every part of the ring as a weapon. Not that the brunette gave her (or Rooney for that matter) much time to mull the issue, Emily helped herself to a handful of hair while the buckles were still thrumming and yanked the redhead up just to stuff her against the strands. Kylie held out a hand for the tag, drew back when West raised an index finger. Draping Claudia’s arms over the top rope, Em switched her focus to the Lost Daughter’s left wrist and puuuuuuuuuuulled up on it to strain forearm, bicep and elbow against the rubber-coated steel!
“ROPES!” Claudia stamped her feet and thrashed mightily, but couldn’t get free of the veteran’s trap. “GODDAMN IT YOU BYTCH, GET THE HELL OFF NNNNGGHHH!”
West gave up the Wristlock, reared back and smote her opponent’s chest with a Knife-Edge Chop that earned ‘wooooo’s’ and winces in equal measure. Kylie offered her hand again and Emily accepted it without question, though she sound of it was immediately overwhelmed by another scorching Chop. With Sanders entering the ring and Rooney still suffering those heavy hands, Emily peeled her prey off the ropes and sent her racing to the far side of the ring.
Tiffany dove in an attempt to tag her partner’s shoulder, but she couldn’t do so with her other hand on the tag rope, as Emily was almost certainly aware. As for the brunette, her positioning proved ideal for the Drop Toe-Hold she used to set Claudia down flat in the center of the ring. Rooney bounced, but didn’t even get a chance to brace her hands against the mat before Kylie rushed over and delivered a pinpoint Elbow Drop to the base of her opponent’s skull!
DROP TOE-HOLD & ELBOW DROP:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=1BpXNOPDYNY
West had already rolled under the bottom rope, so Kylie could’ve gone for a cover, instead she muscled Rooney onto her back, grabbed hold of that hurtin’ left arm and tucked it under her right armpit to secure the Armbar. “Damn, that looks like it hurts, Claudia. Could you use a distraction?” Sanders asked after working the hold for perhaps ten seconds.
“Grrrrhhhhh…. why don’t you try shutting up?” Claudia growled. “That’d be a good starOOOOFFFHHH!”
Kylie pulled her left hand away from the joint-lock, balled it into a fist and THUMPED a heavy body blow into her opponent’s ribs. “Why don’t you try fighting back?!” Ky slammed another fist into Rooney’s flank, then recommitted to the Armbar and continued to crank.
ARMBAR & RIB PUNCHES:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=rcSkeOU1BEw
Claudia reflexively reached for her partner despite being several feet short of the tag, Kylie giving her a none too subtle reminder by digging a kneecap into her foe’s ribs.
“Sorry, Red,” Ky growled. “I kinda like a girl who can keep her mouth shut.”
Not enough it seemed to stop the Platinum Pixie from rising to her feet with the captured arm in tow, bracing one boot sole against the pit of the limb, and dropping to the canvas, apparently trying to rip the arm from its socket.
Claudia howled in pain, grasping at her aching left shoulder with her right hand to give the opposite limb as much support as she could. Sanders wrapped her legs around and scissored the arm, transitioning to a submission. The Lost Daughter didn’t panic. She immediately rolled toward the veteran blonde, stacking Sanders onto her shoulders for the…
ONE…
TWO…
Kylie released her grip to spasm her body off the canvas. She pushed to her feet. A wincing Rooney knew her escape will be a short one if she didn’t reply in kind. With one wing cradled close, she reached vertical a tick behind the Pleasant Valley Pariah and ducked a incoming Clothesline from Kylie.
As a spinning Sanders turned to face her fortunate foe, Rooney thrust a Toe Kick into the ivory tummy of her opponent, Ky doubling over with hazel eyes bulging, a gurgle from her Cupid’s Bow lips. The redhead leapt into a Low Dropkick to Kylie’s right knee, forcing the blonde to genuflect.
Claudia scrambleD to stooped feet next to the penitent Sanders, locking a Front Facelock around the braincase of the FAWN original. Rooney dropped to the canvas, SPIKING Sanders’ skull with a sharp, if abbreviated DDT, Ky flopping to her back after the gruesome collision.
Next to her splayed foe, the Silent Siren dove across Kylie in a Lateral Press for the…
ONE…
TWO…
Sanders shoved a shoulder up, spoiling the party for Tiffany, Mayes pumping a raised fist in a premature victory celebration. Joy stifled, the blonde called for a tag and Rooney peeled Sanders off the deck, willing to oblige. Claudia drew a stumbling Ky to the Daughters’ corner in another Front Facelock, allowing her partner to slap a shoulder from behind to give Mayes official status.
But instead of departing, Claudia waited for her compatriot to enter, the Lost ladies looking like they’ve found a way to make their tag name against the likely future Hall of Famers. Each snatched a wrist of the anxious Sanders, Ky unable to break free as the duo leaned her deep into a set of ropes and flung her out with a double whip.
As Kylie rebounded, the Daughters’ moved to the middle. Claudia waited for the ragged return, scooping the Platinum Pixie up under her glutes. As the redhead pivoted with a raised Ky, Tiffany leapt, reaching over her shoulder, timing her three quarters grip with Rooney’s Spinebuster to add an inverted stunner to the force of a beautiful double-team.
The crowd groaned in reflexive sympathy at the sight of a woman being demolished, then, realizing the recipient they turned to expectant cheers as both Daughters’ knelt on their haunches next to a starfished Sanders. Mayes turned toward West, Emily’s jaw clenched with concern.
“You came back for this?” Tiffany asked, chuckling.
Tiff mounted Sanders in a forward-facing, kneeling straddle and pressed her palms into Kylie’s bosom, flattening the blonde’s gurls to her breastbone, the glassy-eyed grappler comatose through…
ONE…
TWO…
But the infamous resuscitative powers of the Hawkeye emerged, Ky again shifting a shoulder off the mat to save herself and her partner.
As Claudia exited under Al’s watchful eye, Tiffany sank a set of nails into Kylie’s trademark silvery bob and hauled Sanders up with her. Mayes latched onto a wrist and curiously aimed this Irish Whip toward Emily. Tiff pivoted, seemingly ready to heave but kept her grip tight enough to reel the faltering Iowan back into an immediate Spear that nearly cut Kylie in two, even from short range.
On all fours next to the moaning, writhing Sanders, Mayes stared toward the Black Queen, remembering how her Court dismantled Mayes’ ex-Church members. She puckered toward a steaming Emily, West pounding on the top buckle in an effort to wrest Kylie from her dire consequences.
More than a few in the audience joined the Queen. Kylie’s brutal humiliation at the hands of Pearls having gained her some Corps’ pity votes of encouragement at the start of the match snowballed ever so slightly. If the groaning, dazed Sanders registered the fans’ sympathy she might have flipped them off, instead she hugged her midriff with one arm and grimly rolled to her chest to keep another pinning predicament further removed.
The risen Mayes grabbed Sanders’ noggin with both hands and maneuvered the waning vet to a seat. Tiff collected one ankle in her hands and stretched Kylie’s abbreviated stem in one direction while lodging her boot sole against the inside of the opposite ankle. Viciously, the former Inquisitor fell to her shoulder, brutalizing Kylie with a Wishbone Leg Splitter, Kylie’s limbs forced into a nearly straight line. Sanders shrieked in agony, grasping at her groin muscles on either side as she leaned forward over her split gams.
“Piece by piece,” Tiffany whispered to the teary-eyed Sanders. “Unless of course you surrender. Then we can toss you aside like the spent trash you are.”
Carpenter lowered to one knee next to Kylie and asked if she wants to end the pain. Ky bit her lower lip and shook her head violently. “NOOOO!”
The scream intensified when Tiffany extended the wishbone, apparently hoping to see which side of the splits would snap first. But the Hawkeye outlasted Mayes’ patience or lack thereof, Tiffany relenting and climbing confidently to her feet as Kylie carefully curled into a fetal ball.
“Did you think Emily could rub a little of her intellect and success onto a career scrub like you?” Tiffany interjected. “Luisa raised the bar in returning you to your rightful place in the FAWN hierarchy, a pathetic plaything, but I’m willing to bet I can raise it.”
Again Mayes dug her digits into Kylie’s scalp, pulling a sobbing Sanders up to her haunches.
“And Ems won’t do a thing. She’s smart enough to know you’re not worthUHHAHHHH!”
Tiffany’s monologue was brought to a screeching verbal halt by an Uppercut thrust between her legs from the Platinum Pixie. Tiff’s flawless face turned from arrogance to shock and horror. Her knees locked and she timbered to a side, hands buried in her privates.
But Ky wasn’t much better, on her knees but motionless, chin drooping to her chest.
Slowly, there’s a hint of a chant growing from the back and rolling toward the front rows.
‘KY-LEE. KY-LEE. KY-LEE!’
The syllables broke through the fog surrounding Sanders’ gray matter and she knee-walked toward her newborn partner as if drawn by the sound, an echo from deep in her memory. As Claudia pleaded with Mayes to stop Sanders, Tiffany crawled after Ky, reaching for an ankle and latching on with the Hawkeye a few inches from salvation from the Black Queen. A desperate Kylie shook loose and flopped into a slap of hands.
The former Churchgoer maneuvered gingerly to her backside and butt scooted away from an entering West, palms raised and pleading. As Tiffany drew in the focused Emily with her appeal for leniency, Claudia slipped quietly through the ropes, intent on sending a Chop Block to the back of the West’s near knee.
Rooney’s aim was true, however she did not account for the tenacity of the Platinum Pixie, a lapse which cost her a great deal when Sanders snatched hold of one ankle just as she launched the Chop Block. Caught firm by the unexpected tether, Claudia went down like a felled tree, the THUMP of her landing causing Em to jump forward and twist ‘round in a single startled motion. Assessing the situation in the span between heartbeats, West nodded thanks to her partner, then returned her attention to Tiffa--
“NNNGGHH!”
Mayes had regained her footing in the moment the veteran’s back was turned and capitalized by landing a heavy Forearm Smash across the jaw as soon as she saw the whites of her eyes! Snatching a handful of hair, Tiffany wrenched West’s head backward at a sharp angle and forced her to retreat to the ropes by pounding at least half a dozen more Forearm Smashes into her opponent’s chest.
“I don’t know what sort of idiotic game you’re playing.” Mayes grabbed hold of a wrist and wedged a shoulder against the brunette’s sternum to body her into the rubber-coated steel. “But you’re going to regret thinking you could treat us like pawns.”
The Amazing Academic only grunted, so Tiffany stepped back, dropped a shoulder and sent her across the ring with an Irish Whip. West hit the strands without incident and made it all the way back to the center before Mayes rushed in and went low for a Basement Dropkick that caught the brunette’s upper thighs with an audible THWHACK!
Em landed awkwardly on both knees, but managed to stand (albeit doubled over) after a second or two. Alas, this proved just enough time for Tiffany to run, then rebound off the ropes to her left, thus ensuring the former World Champion was in perfect position when Mayes cupped her chin in both hands and leapt over to THWHUMP Emily down onto the back of her head and neck with a gorgeous Somersault Neckbreaker! The Inquisitor pounced at once, cradling the far leg to fold the veteran in half for a domineering count of…
SOMERSAULT NECKBREAKER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=eovMbT3PAdk
ONE…
TWO…
West kicked simultaneous with ‘TWO’ in an escape that, while hardly a surprise, still irked Tiffany Mayes to no end. “Your time is over, West.” Tiff told the other wrestler as she hauled her upright with a double handful of hair. “You should have stayed in the front office and lived off your reputation. Because hitching yourself to Sanders only ensures you’ll burn in the dumpster fire that NNNGGGHH!”
Delight from the Red, White & Bruised throng when West swatted free of the hair-pull and clouted Mayes’ mug with something equal parts Palm Strike and Bytch Slap! “I’m afraid you overestimate your importance, Tiffany.” Emily explained as Mayes put a hand over her stinging face. “Regardless of your opinion, Kylie Sanders will always mean far more to this business than you ever EEERRRHHH!”
Tiff feigned an Eye Rake only to draw West’s defenses north so she could pound a Broadside Kneelift into the Black Queen’s midsection. She followed up with an Overhead Forearm Smash across Emily’s shoulders, another hair-pull and a few quick Kneelifts to those vaunted juggs. “Icons are only important until someone decides to pick up a sledgehammer.” Mayes hissed at the gasping brunette. “And bytch, the Lost Daughters are going to smash you BOTH!”
A particularly savage Back Rake brought a yelping West back to her full height and gave Mayes easy access to one hand. Pulling away and dropping a shoulder in the same motion, Tiffany sent Emily off with another Irish Whip, but rather than release she set her feet and reeled her prey back into a point-blank Spear leveled straight at West’s nav--THWUNK! Emily pivoted slightly and brought her right leg up and across to catch Mayes on the temple with a brain-rattling Kneelift! Hooking her arms under Tiffany’s biceps even as the blonde’s knees turned to water, West tucked the other lightweight’s noggin under one arm and dropped to a seat to SPIKE Tiff’s forehead into the canvas-sheathed plywood!
DOUBLE UNDERHOOK DDT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=GUtlc5Tv-74
The Double Underhook DDT rolled Mayes onto her back so Emily returned an earlier favor by diving into an aggressive cover complete with a hooked leg and the edge of her forearm grrrrrrrrrinding Tiffany’s jaw while Carpenter and the FAWNatics counted off…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
Mayes got a shoulder up with a whisper to spare, though this narrow escape didn’t stop Claudia from tacking on a little insurance in the form of a stomp between Emily’s shoulders. “Don’t think we’re finished yet, bytch.” Rooney snarled as Al ushered her back to the Daughter’s side of the ring. “You’ve got a lot to answer for!”
West shot her a dark look but made no effort to answer, choosing instead to fill her hands with Tiffany’s hair. “The two of you seemed to have formed quite a bond as of recent.” Em noted as she hauled the blonde to her feet. “I hope it proves stronger than poor Miranda’s delusions.”
Mayes’ retaliatory curse became a blurt of surprise when West slipped an arm between the other wrestler’s thighs and muscled her onto her shoulders in a Fireman’s Ca--“RGH! RGH! RGH!” Tiffany pounded a trio of elbows into the side of Emily’s head, wriggled out the back door and promptly hoisted the veteran into a Fireman’s Carry of her own! Fury and determination from Mayes as she spun through one, two, three rotations before she hurled West off her shoulders and--NOT TODAY!
Emily floated loose of the blonde’s clutches to land on her feet and immediately unleashed with a European Uppercut that clipped Tiffany’s chin. Flicking a glance to Kylie as she drew Mayes into a Front Facelock, Emily tossed the near arm across her shoulders and asked, “Watch my six for a moment, if you’d be so kind.” Sanders didn’t have to answer because she already was, the Platinum Pixie apparently much recovered and eager to unleash her wrath upon the Lost Daughters. As for the Amazing Academic, she caught hold of Mayes’ waistband and muscled her directly overhead. The FAWNatics were waiting to start tolling the seconds to the first Cerebral Hemorrhage in quite a while but West made them wait a little longer by dropping to a seat and THA-WHAMMING Tiff down on her face, chest and belly!
SIT-OUT GOURDBUSTER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=UrHmE2ENcy4
The Sit-Out Gourdbuster would’ve flopped Mayes over onto her stomach if West hadn’t grabbed her by the shoulders to maintain the original landing arrangement. Her reasoning became clear when she crawled forward and twisted around, the Black Queen treating herself to a seat atop her opponent’s thighs.
“Let’s just get this out of the way, shall we?” Emily hooked her thumbs into the leg-holes of Tiffany’s shiny black trunks and made a goodly portion of them disappear with single hard yank!
“Ooooohhh!” Tiffany wailed in shock and pain. “You’re going to be sorry, you old bytcHRRRGGHH AAAAAAARRRRRHHH!”
West ‘smecked’ a ‘L-shaped’ claw (formed by her index finger and thumb) into the deep crease of between Mayes’ left thigh and buttock. She mirrored the grip on the right side and bore down hard, the former World Champion’s Hammy Clamp making Tiffany shriek and writhe in-- a blur of commotion as Claudia Rooney vaulted into the squared circle with her hands already raised and locked in the Double Axehandle she meant to plant between West’s-- “OOOOFFFFFFFHHHH!”
SPEAR:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=KX0qfPA6NaQ
Kylie intercepted the Silent Siren with a perfectly placed Spear that turned Claudia inside out before she returned to the deck! Pumping her fist like a tennis player that’d just closed out straight sets, the Pleasant Valley Pariah swung into a straddle of Rooney’s lower back and made a show of craaaaaaaaacking her knuckles. “Not bad, big brain, but your technique’s not quite there yet. Let me show you how it’s done.”
Emily rolled her eyes, gave Tiffany’s hammies another mean squeeze. “By all means, enlighten me.”
The words were barely out of her mouth when Sanders raised her own talons overhead and earned a raucous, ‘FARM…HAND!’ from the crowd. Blinking in surprise, Ky shook it off, then SLAPPED her mitts down on Rooney’s rump and squeezed like she meant to take a trophy (or two)!
Overcome by two legends completing an awesome spot, the FAWNatics roar with delight at the sight of not only Kylie bearing down on a wriggling, grimacing Rooney, but the stereo sauciness of Emily kneading her Farm Hand into the hammie of the flaxen-haired Daughter. Carpenter likewise seemed caught up in the moment, not bothering with the illegality of four women within the ring. He dropped to one knee next to the legal pair, making sure he’s in the field of vision of Tiffany’s welling eyes.
“Whaddya say?” the official asked.
Mayes removed her hands from pulling her own golden locks to spread the pain and took a swipe at Al’s chin, the message loud and clear to the referee. But West wasn’t done working her digits deep into the nerve bundle of the blonde’s upper thigh, a shooting pain rocking the former Inquisitor. Tiffany yelped in anguish.
“Sounds like I’m doing better!” West shouted over her shoulder to her fellow legend.
“Not fair!” Sanders replied. “Silence is my girl’s natural state.”
Determined not to be shown up with her own move, Kylie drove her digits farther, pressing her opposite hand on top, drawing an agonized mewl and a bitten lower lip from the redhead. With the continued refusals frustrating each of the seemingly new named Icons, Emily offered a draw and Ky accepted, each woman releasing their clamp to loud sighs from the Lost Ones.
Sanders and West popped to their feet and shared a high five, the nostalgic in the crowd again showing their appreciation with a round of applause. Emily winked at a surprised Sanders.
“Hate to say I told you,” Em offered with a sly grin.
“No, you don’t,” the Pixie retorted.
“No. I don’t.”
Each of the Daughters were rubbing furiously at their right thighs, trying to bring them back to working condition. And while Claudia rolled out under the ropes, Tiff pushed to her feet and limped toward a corner. Unfortunately for her, it’s that of the Icons. She turned and leaned into the buckles to give the limb a momentary rest.
Several yards away, Emily grabbed a wrist of the Platinum Pixie.
“May I?” the Amazing Academic asked politely.
Kylie rolled her hazel pools. “Just send me.”
Emily did with an Irish Whip, heaving the slender, sinewy blonde. Ky barreled across the ring and into a leaping Avalanche Splash, Kylie burying Mayes. Tiffany grunted deep and loud as the air was expunged from her lungs by the impact. A second behind, Emily made it a double-decker sandwich, CRASHING her body into the back of her partner, drawing a soft ‘oooof’ from Sanders but a quaking groan from the doubly flattened Tiffany.
With the Silent Assassin on the outside, Carpenter became less lenient with Sanders’ attendance. He guided the huffing Ky through the ropes, the Hawkeye immediately taking her station and asking for a tag.
The Black Queen held up an index finger, silently asking her partner for a moment more with Mayes. Dipping and grabbing the ankles of her foe, she pulled the legs out from under the drooping Tiffany, sending the Lost Daughter plummeting to her backside. Deftly, West flipped the breathless Mayes to her chest and exchanged ankles for wrists, lifting the blonde’s upper half off the canvas.
The oft-cruel Queen pressed a boot sole between Tiffany’s shoulderblades and delivered a BWUUUNGING Brain Drain to the former Inquisitor, curbstomping Mayes’ face into the bottom buckle.
BRAIN DRAIN:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=uCAyYx0Bssc
Her task accomplished, a smirking Em handed the reins to an eager Sanders, West slipping out as Kylie entered. Sanders drew the Lost Daughter toward the middle, cavewoman-style by one ankle, the blonde’s chest abrading against the canvas all the while.
Pivoting her stance around the raised leg until she’s in a standing, backward-facing straddle of Tiffany’s waist, Kylie lowered into a deep crouch, drawing the sinewy stem of her foe with her. She settled into a Single Leg Boston Crab that had Mayes in immediate distress, vainly reaching for a partially recovered Rooney several feet removed from a tag.
Ky grit her perfect pearlies as she tried to touch Tiffany’s boot tip to the back of her braincase, testing the flexibility of the blonde’s spine to the snapping point.The former Inquisitor was placed in the Hawkeye’s form of the rack and yipped through the ever-increasing arc.
Again, Mayes was placed in survival mode, digging at the canvas, trying to pull herself to safety. Tiffany fought her way to within arm’s length after long seconds and wrapped a palm around the bottom cable, Claudia instantly shouting for a break from the sidelines.
Almost before Carpenter could inform Sanders she needed to give up her submission, the Iowan let Tiff’s captured gam flop to the canvas. She dismounted and moved several steps away, waiting for her grimacing foe to climb to vertical with the help of the strands.
Kylie, apparently feeling generous, invited Mayes forward. Tiffany limped cautiously from the cables and, when Sanders offered a Collar-&-Elbow, Mayes flashed a set of nails toward Ky’s hazel peepers. Sanders ducked the effort, swinging around the Lost Girl and slapping a Waistlock around her opponent’s midriff. Kylie struggled to shuffle Mayes toward the Icons’ corner for a tag or a little double-teaming, whichever presented, when a tossed elbow by Tiff CRAACKED into a temple, sending the Platinum Pixie staggering.
Turning to her own territory, a hobbling Mayes lost her footing, that Farm-Handed leg giving out. As an unsteady Ky turned to face a crawling Mayes, Sanders reached out for the Lost Daughter, dipping to collect her. But as she did, Tiffany threw herself through the five-hole, popping out between the back side of Kylie’s lower limbs. She dove to the waiting tag from the long-ago Trophy Wife in Training.
Rooney hopped over the top, fire in her eyes. Kylie reflexively backpedaled from the sight then steeled and charged with a Clothesline. But the redhead slickly ducked under the effort and, before Sanders could fully turn to reacquire her target, Rooney swung a vicious kick to the back of Sanders’ skull!
DEARLY DEPARTED @ 00:20
www.youtube.com/watch?v=xUaz7pvlLPc
The impact knocked Ky through a lurching, rubber-legged pirouette, but she remained upright long enough to be leveled from a wicked Clothesline that sent the Pixie THUMPING to the deck.
With Sanders in a daze, the redhead sat behind the splayed veteran. Rooney pulled Kylie to a seat in front of her and initially surrounded the blonde’s chest with a Scissors, pulling Ky’s arms wide at the wrists. Claudia separated and shifted her legs up the Hawkeye’s frame, moving each behind the neck of her foe, then locking them at the ankles. Viciously, Rooney pressed forward, her Lotus locked.
LOTUS LOCK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=SLJcCMzT2cc
Releasing Kylie’s wrists, Rooney rose up on her palms to increase the pressure on Kylie’s neck, Sanders yelping in pain as she stared longingly at her newly minted teammate.
“Feel those old bones creaking?” Claudia whispered in the Pixie’s ear. “A little more pressure and that neck will snap.”
The wriggling Sanders, chin forced to her chest, continued to struggle, passing on Al’s invitation to surrender. Eventually unhooking her ankles, Claudia folded her right leg and THRUST a boot into the back of Kylie’s noggin, one, two, THREE TIMES. Rooney released her grips and pushed to her feet, hovering over the mat-bound Ky, Sanders cradling the back of her skull, boot soles pattering against the canvas.
In the Icons’ corner, Emily’s grasp on the upper rope tightened as she watched her new cohort struggle. Claudia surreptitiously backed from Kylie and spun to the ropes next to West. Grabbing the top, she yanked the rubber-coated steel toward her bringing the Black Queen unexpectedly flipping into the squared circle. West landed an unfortunately placed Leg Drop across Kylie’s throat as the Amazing Academic’s tailbone was SPIKED into the canvas.
Looking quite proud of herself, Claudia dipped a set of nails into the scalp of the gasping Sanders and the booty-rubbing Queen. She drew each legend to her feet, drawing back each coconut with a tug of their locks, Kylie’s silver bob and Emily’s long dark tresses.
THWAM!
Claudia delivered forehead to forehead. West recoiled to flat on her back from the collision, staring blankly to the rafters in a daze. The Pixie, apparently with the harder noggin, remained upright but glassy-eyed, on a platter for the gingerific Lost Daughter.
A stiff Toe Kick to the belly doubled Kylie over and allowed Rooney to reel the faltering blonde into a Standing Headscissors. She had Sanders’ butt pointing directly at the hard camera and so made a point to tag it with a couple derisive slaps, but Claudia didn’t carry out her offensive until she’d turned a quarter circle. This new arrangement set Sanders directly between the redhead and her own flattened partner, not that Ky (or Emily for that matter) were aware of it. The FAWNatics knew and tried to rouse the veterans with cheers and warnings, alas West didn’t stir and Sanders’ only movements were involuntary, as she was cinched around the waist and spun / hoisted up onto the redhead’s shoulders. In the next instant she popped onto her toes and tossed the Pleasant Valley Pariah straight down to complete a two for one Powerbomb and Senton, poor Kylie CRUSHING Emily’s midsection even as the back of her skull bounced off the canvas-sheathed deck.
“X marks the spot where the losers are buried.” Rooney snorted as she sprawled across Sanders’ chest for a Lateral Press that’d pin and humiliate in equal measure after the count of…
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOO!
Blonde and brunette spasmed in opposite directions, their combination of instinct and experience enough to withstand Claudia’s clever onslaught, at least for the moment. “Get that piece of trash out of my ring!” Rooney said to Al of Emily as she went about scraping Kylie off the mat.
With the official thus occupied, the Whist Warrior latched onto her blonde’s wrist and sent her racing to the Daughter’s corner with an Irish Whip. Ky managed to turn around but couldn’t slow down, meaning there was a teeth-jarring BWUUUNG when she collided with the turnbuck--“HHHHRRRRRRGGGGHHH!”
Tiffany looped the tag rope around her opponent’s throat and dropped into a deep crouch that used every bit of her weight to throttle the life from the wide-eyed Iowan! Of course, bad as things were, they could always get worse, a point Claudia Rooney was eager to illustrate for her writhing adversary. To that end she sprinted deep into friendly territory, leapt onto the second strand and THWHUNKED her right knee between the blonde’s eyes! Rooney dropped to the mat, put a hand against Kylie’s chest and smudged her back against the buckles so she wouldn’t hit the mat in a facedown sprawl. Still not finished, Claudia returned to her previous perch and pumped half a dozen more quick Kneelifts into the blonde’s noggin before she tagged Tiffany into the fray.
RUNNING CORNER KNEE STRIKE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=C6Y0Offp8pM
“Go up top.” Rooney gestured to her partner as she dumped the smoldering ruin of Kylie Sanders in the shadow of the corner post. “I’ll keep this bytch right where she belongs.”
Mayes grinned, nodded, then grabbed the top rope in both hands and vaulted into position in the high rent district. At the same time, Claudia grabbed Sanders at left wrist and ankle and draaaaaaaagged her a little ways from the corner. Once satisfied with the positioning she moved around above the veteran’s head and seized her wrists to ensure the FAWN Original couldn’t roll free of what came next.
“Hey, let go of her Claudia!” Al barked. “The tag was made, so get to your corner!”
Rooney only rolled her eyes and looked to Tiffany. “Crush her!”
Tiff didn’t need to be told twice, she sprang skyward and curled herself into a tight ball, the Inquisitor spinning through four-hundred and fifty degrees of gut churning devastat--‘OOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHH!’ from the FAWNatics when Kylie tugged Claudia off balance and brought both knees up to her chest in the same breath. Doing so meant Rooney was stretched out facedown on the blonde’s knees a whole heartbeat before Tiffany THWHAMMED down on friend and foe alike!
“BRILLIANT!” Emily shouted as the Kylie and the Lost Daughters all tumbled in opposite directions. “Absolutely brilliant, now get over here and make the tag!”
Sanders barely heard this over the roar of the crowd and the pounding of blood in her temples, but the Pleasant Valley Pariah somehow honed in on the Black Queen and began to army crawl in her direction.
Pleased that the crowd had taken up the role of supportive partner so she could focus on other pressing concerns, West stepped onto the bottom rope and leaned over as far as physics would allow while simultaneously keeping an eye on the Lost Daughters. Claudia was a non-entity at the moment, having tumbled under the bottom rope following that catastrophic sandwiching. Tiffany however was far more worrisome as she’d made it to all fours and was scrambling after the blonde. “Move your ass, Ky!” Emily urged. “She’s closer than she should be!”
Kylie looked over her shoulder, realized West was right and forced herself to boot-leather. She managed two full steps before Mayes caught up and snatched her left ankle. “Don’t think so, loser.” the blonde growled as she pulled Kylie away from her straining partner. “You and I have a lot to discuSSNNNGGGHH!” Sanders pivoted around, sprang off her plant foot and SMASHED it upside Mayes’ head in a perfect Enzugiri! Kylie landed on all fours, popped right up and dove the rest of the way, one hand extended to Emily.
CLAP!
West came through the ropes at a dead run and hurled herself into a Low Dropkick that struck Tiffany amidships just as the Inquisitor made it to her hands and knees. Mayes crumpled in on herself and would’ve stayed that way for quite some time if Emily hadn’t buried a hand in her hair and hauled her upright. An arm threaded through the blonde’s legs was enough to drape Tiff across Emily’s shoulders in a Fireman’s Carry, a position she occupied so briefly it hadn’t quite registered before the Amazing Academic tossed her down and dropped to one knee to SKEWER her midsection!
Mayes shuddered violently, however couldn’t roll away from the brunette because Em tightened her hooks and muscled her back up, not into a second Fireman’s Carry but a facedown over one shoulder position. With Tiffany corralled like a bag of laundry, West hopped up and came down on her knees to THWHUMP Mayes’ tummy for the third time in barely thirty seconds!
OVER THE SHOULDER GUTBUSTER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=1DlGLOBJPVs
The blonde moaned pitiably, but was otherwise still when Emily clambered to boot-leather with her prey still in place. “Ready to finish this?” she asked Kylie, who’d recently regained possession of her faculties and the ring rope.
Sanders looked around, saw no sign of Claudia and nodded. “Yeah. Like we practiced?”
“Exactly.”
Plan in place, West moved to within reach of Ky and tagged her into the match, then backed off so she could shift the Lost Daughter from her shoulder down into a Front Facelock. Slinging Tiffany’s near arm across her shoulders as quickly as she could, the Black Queen caught hold of her rival’s waistband above one hip and muscled her high overhead for-- Emily kicked her legs forward and laid out on her back to THWHONK the crown of Mayes’ skull against the deck with a beautiful Cerebral Hemorrhage!
CEREBRAL HEMORRHAGE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=gYsStBk8nSo
West popped her hips on impact, rolled over onto her tummy and clambered to her feet with Tiffany still dripping from her clutches. Twisting around to face Kylie, the veteran brunette hoisted Mayes to about two o’clock, then tossed her down into a Fireman’s Carry atop the blonde’s shoulders. Right arm hooked across the back of Tiffany’s head the instant she made contact, Sanders drew away and spun through one, two, three rotations then went up on tiptoe and laid out on her right hip to THAWHAM the back of Mayes’ head and shoulders into the deck via an absolutely gorgeous Pleasant Valley Driver!
PLEASANT VALLEY DRIVER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=5kD44eHkHLM
Kylie floated over onto the starfished blonde, scooped both legs into a tight bundle and pointed her rump at the lights with an inescapable Back Press while Emily kept a diligent watch, the Black Queen tapping her temple in time with the…
ONE…
TWO…
THREE!
Ky tossed the beaten blonde’s legs aside, rolled to her knees and pounded a fist on the mat, the Platinum Pixie clearly overjoyed to hear the Announcer confirm, “Ladies and gentlemen, your winners via pin-fall… EMILY WEST AND KYLIE SANDERS!”
Ky wearily rollED to her haunches next to the splayed, unconscious Tiffany. West scoopED her arms under those of the Platinum Pixie, lifting Kylie to her feet and giving her a warm embrace in the form of a Waistlock that lifted the Hawkeye off the canvas for a split-second.
Whether it was the perfect teamwork from the two Icons to finish off their foes or the way they’d cleanly overcome a pair of pernicious Lost Daughters, the majority of the FAWNatics were bellowing their support.
And what’s more, Sanders was smiling.
It’s unclear if it’s from the love she’s feeling from the Black Queen or that most of her Corps is seemingly reforming at Emily’s command, but Kylie was taken away for a moment. Turning so she’s side by side with Em, the Platinum Pixie thrust West’s near wrist high above. The motion drew the volume of the delighted crowd louder as West and Sanders hovered over a softly stirring Mayes.
Claudia slid in far enough to grab an ankle of her flaxen-haired counterpart and dragged Tiffany to safety, not that the veterans seemed at all interested in physically rubbing in their win. The Daughters stumbled off in each other’s arms, the recipients of the losers’ purse trudging up the ramp.
For the victors, tonight was a chance to show the roster and the world they’ve still got it.
Mission accomplished.
The lights went down in time with the jeers and the start of some low static warbling that swiftly rose to a lung-shredding shriek before giving way to the pounding, discordant pulse of Dead Sara’s ‘We Get What We Deserve’.
I'm watching the static on the TV
and my eyes are bleeding.
It's just the visions of who I was
never really who I am.
A spotlight pierced the dark shortly thereafter, the single beam cutting down from the rafters to illuminate two figures standing back to back with bowed heads. Tiffany Mayes looked up after a moment, the svelte blonde treating the idiots to a malevolent grin as the ground beneath her feet seemingly went into business for itself. A smooth one-eighty twisted the Mistress of Mayeshem away to reveal the Whist Warrior herself, Claudia Rooney. No words from the veteran redhead terror, she simply raised an index finger to her lips, ‘hushing’ the jeering FAWNatics as Mayes swung off the hidden turntable to stand shoulder to shoulder alongside her partner. Properly aligned, these soldiers of misfortune raised their left hands, each showing three fingers as a sign of solidarity among themselves as well as Ginnifer Chadwick who was conspicuous by her absence for tonight’s festivities.
TIFFANY MAYES:
CLAUDIA ROONEY:
The truth in disguise, you sync your revenge
It's hard to deny, it's left with no one.
No safe place to hide, it's all in your head.
We get what we deserve,
Yeah we get what we deserve.
Mayes and Rooney held the sigil for several seconds, then turned it into a fist bump before heading down the ramp. The FAWNatics had nothing but disdain for the devious duo, yet that didn’t stop any number of them from reaching in their direction as they passed by. All these efforts were immediately and enthusiastically rebuked by Tiffany, who either slapped them aside or got even closer for the purposes of holding an upraised middle finger within inches of their nose. This evening the blonde wore black, bandeau up top and boy-cut trunks below, each half trimmed in bright arterial red. Her low, sleek wrestling shoes were a matching black while her pads and boots matched the bloody trim of her togs.
As for the Silent Siren, she ignored everything around her, Rooney presumably making last minute adjustments to some Byzantine plan centered on the demoralizing destruction of her adversaries. Like the Inquisitor she wore black, specifically a sturdy two-piece with cool purple flames airbrushed on the top and across the seat. The fiery scheme carried over to her pads and boots as both were a matching purple, a perfect complement for the chunky bands adorning each wrist.
Diving under the bottom rope as one, the Mayes and Rooney spun to their feet and laid claim to different corners, blonde and redhead again raising the three fingered salute before lowering two to remind the crowd exactly how they felt about their useless jeering. Meeting in the middle once the noise started to fade, they exchanged a fist bump and headed to the far corner all while completely ignoring referee Al Carpenter’s entreaties to check their pads and boots.
Tonight, the buzz of the Orlando crowd might be better characterized as a din. With the Lost Daughters in the ring, the grievous grapplers and the FAWNatics await certain future Hall of Famers.
Who could believe Emily West and Kylie Sanders would ever be on the same team, except perhaps in the fevered dream of Cassava Onika?
But this is no dream and the crowd doesn’t seem to know what to make of it.
Behind the curtain, Sanders paces while the Black Queen is regally calm. Some in the crowd might think both women have little to prove, but it’s clear from their faces both do in their own way. West needs to show she can still work and without the protection of her Court. And Kylie, knowing she has to put together a strong run to finish her career with more wins than losses after some recent ignominious losses, has even more.
It’s hardly a surprise when the sound of Iggy Azalea gettin’ ‘Fancy’ alerts the FAWNatics the Platinum Pixie claimed the entrance music for the team’s first match.
(http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=O-zpOMYRi0w )
After being ripped to shreds by Violyt Goodheart and humiliated by Luisa Campos, another reboot is in order and it’s seemingly West throwing the lifeline.
The usual ear-splitting hate is tempered by the unforgettable novelty of two of the most influential wrestlers in the organization’s history walking to ringside, shoulder to shoulder.
KYLIE SANDERS
EMILY WEST
There isn’t a hint of interest in the goings-on of the crowd between them, each striding confidently toward their collective tableau, eyes glued on the dangerous Daughters.
The silvery-bobbed, elfin beauty moves up the steps to a smattering of applause, though it’s counterbalanced by the those in the former Corps who’ll never forgive her.
Drawing on echoes of her original gear, Sanders sports a multi-strapped, yellow-gold sports bra topside with black boy-cut shorts, black boots and pads.
(https://www.yandy.com/Strappy-Black-Sports-Bra.php )
Em receives a significant uptick in love from her counterpart, the assembled excited about seeing the busty brunette after such a long time away from the squared circle.
Ky waits for West to reach the apron next to her, the Queen garbed in a gleaming black corset with half a dozen tiny silver buttons that started below her sternum and ended just above her navel. Beneath, the corset flowed seamlessly into a matching black skirt edged in delicate white lace. Traveling yet farther south (across perhaps three inches of exquisitely toned thigh) Emily’s strong legs were armored in black nylon stockings topped by more lace (albeit in black) and shiny black wrestling boots that reached to just below the knee. This regal style was accessorized with flat black pads at elbow and knee and a completed by a wide choker done in black velvet. From this choker hung a small onyx pendant carved into the shape of her favorite chess piece.
They slip through the cables simultaneously and steer through a walk-by of their polished and poised foes before heading to the opposite corner without any amplified commentary.
A surprised ring announcer realizes he doesn’t have to worry about jumping on a speech by the legends.
“And their opponents, at a combined weight of 236 pounds, they are the Amazing Academic and the Platinum Pixie. They are the celebrated and illustrious Emily West and Kylie Sanders!”
West bows and convinces Ky to timidly do the same, the newly christened team making a few more friends in the sellout swarm.
Patently unfazed by the bewilderment caused by their newly revealed partnership, Sanders and West drew apart at the sound of the bell, the former heading for the center of the ring while the latter stepped out onto the apron. As for the Lost Daughters, Claudia elected to start for her team, though Tiffany made sure to snap an invisible stick and toss the pieces in Kylie’s direction before she retreated to the corner.
“Goodheart’s lunacy really is contagious, isn’t it?” Rooney asked the FAWN Original as they began to circle. “When I heard rumors you’d been seen hanging around West, I figured you were trying to get into Witness Protection. But partnering with her? That’s HEYUUNNGGHH!”
Kylie shot in, dropped low and slipped an arm through Claudia’s thighs to transfer the redhead onto her shoulders just long enough to dump her to the deck via a Fireman’s Carry! Rooney bounced to a seat and might’ve made it back to her feet if Sanders hadn’t thwarted those plans by simply THWHACKING a nasty kick across her upper back!
FIREMAN'S CARRY & LOW KICK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=N_rUCyT6oGY
Claudia groaned, scrambled to a knee and found herself caught in a snug Side Headlock. “Aren’t you supposed to be the quiet one?” Kylie asked as she poured pressure into her foe’s temples. “Why don’t you try a little bit more of ngh! Ngh! Ngh!”
The Silent Siren jabbed a few elbows into Sanders’ midriff to escape the Headlock, but all it got her was a heavy Kneelift to the navel for her troubles. Pivoting toward the friendlier corner of the ring, Kylie transitioned from the Headlock to a Three Quarters Facelock, then went up on tiptoe and dropped to one knee to flip Claudia onto her butt with a quick Snapmare that also twanged the pits of the redhead’s knees against the second strand! Rooney cried out, fumbled her way to a seat and hooked an arm over the bottom rope.
“Keep ‘em back!” Claudia demanded of Al even as she rubbed at her aching knees. “I’m in the ropes, dork. So just keep ‘em both baHHRRRGGGGHH!” In Al’s defense, he never even got a chance to reiterate the demand because Kylie was already racing back from the far side of the squared circle at top speed. Indeed, the lanky official had to fling himself aside to clear the way for the Pleasant Valley Pariah, who flew in low and THWHAPPED her right arm across Rooney’s clavicle with a Basement Clothesline!
ROPE-LEANED BASEMENT CLOTHESLINE:[/b]
www.youtube.com/watch?v=QafMaOVGRX8
Back on her feet in very short order, Kylie grabbed Claudia’s left wrist in both hands and pulled her to boot-leather before twisting that vulnerable limb in a trio of smooth, tense circles. Keeping steady pressure on the redhead’s wrist to ensure she couldn’t slip away, Sanders led Claudia to the corner, halved her grip and tagged Emily into the match.
“Hold her, if you’d be so kind.” West said to the blonde as she climbed from the apron to the top rope in the span of heartbeats.
“Don’t worry, she’s not going anywhere.” Sanders continued to torque Rooney’s wrist to ensure this was the truth.
“C’mon dammit! They can’t double team her like that!” Mayes complained from the other side of the ring. “Get her out of the--” Tiffany cringed and the crowd groaned when Emily leapt off her perch and DROVE both heels into Claudia’s exposed bicep!
Jaw clenched against the explosion of pain in her arm, Rooney drew the limb close to her chest and started toward Tiffany in the hopes that she’d have better luck against this inexplicable odd couple. How Mayes would fare in her position remained a mystery for now because Emily intercepted at the halfway point, the Amazing Academic catching hold of Claudia’s left wrist and wrenching it up between her shoulders in a Hammerlock. West worked the arm for a few seconds, then cranked it a little harder to stop Rooney from throwing an elbow over her right shoulder. Dipping her head so she could get it beneath the other woman’s bicep, Emily put her right hand against Claudia’s rump, then hoisted her up onto the point of her shoulder and laid out on her back to THWHAM! all of Rooney’s weight down atop her awkwardly folded arm!
HAMMERLOCK BACKDROP SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=YJxEuJY9VYk
Claudia sat up like the canvas was electrified, got forced right back down so the Black Queen could pin her in place with a Crossbody. Carpenter dove in from several feet away to count off…
ONE…
TWO…
The Whist Warrior powered free in time with ‘TWO’, though the force of her escape seemed to send another painful twinge through her left arm. “Overcome the surprise as quickly as possible, Claudia.” Emily advised her foe in the midst of hauling her upright with a double handful of hair. “Otherwise this will be over far too quickly to serve as a proper reference to--”
Claudia’s hands shot up to lace across the back of Emily’s head even as she tucked her own noggin into place beneath the former World Champion’s chin! The Jawbreaker was right there for the taking, which was why it was so infuriating (for Rooney and Mayes at least) when West slammed the door on the jailbreak by driving a Kneelift into the pit of her opponent’s stomach. Reaching around behind Claudia’s back as soon as the remnants of the Jawbreaker fell away, West grabbed the other woman’s left wrist in her left hand to secure yet another Hammerlock, then threaded her right arm between Rooney’s legs and scooped her up onto that shoulder. A look to the Daughters’ corner told Em that Tiffany was where she should be, though the anger radiating off the blonde suggested that might not be the case much longer. That was still enough for West, who turned to Kylie’s corner and stomped close enough to toss her burden through a short descent that ended with Rooney and her suffering arm BWUUUNGING against the bottom turnbuckle!
TURNBUCKLE HAMMERLOCK BODYSLAM:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=1BQ3eepAZWg
Sanders cringed and rolled a shoulder in sympathetic hurt despite the fact that Claudia was the opposition. Even after more than a month of training with the Black Queen she hadn’t quite wrapped her head around the way West managed to use every part of the ring as a weapon. Not that the brunette gave her (or Rooney for that matter) much time to mull the issue, Emily helped herself to a handful of hair while the buckles were still thrumming and yanked the redhead up just to stuff her against the strands. Kylie held out a hand for the tag, drew back when West raised an index finger. Draping Claudia’s arms over the top rope, Em switched her focus to the Lost Daughter’s left wrist and puuuuuuuuuuulled up on it to strain forearm, bicep and elbow against the rubber-coated steel!
“ROPES!” Claudia stamped her feet and thrashed mightily, but couldn’t get free of the veteran’s trap. “GODDAMN IT YOU BYTCH, GET THE HELL OFF NNNNGGHHH!”
West gave up the Wristlock, reared back and smote her opponent’s chest with a Knife-Edge Chop that earned ‘wooooo’s’ and winces in equal measure. Kylie offered her hand again and Emily accepted it without question, though she sound of it was immediately overwhelmed by another scorching Chop. With Sanders entering the ring and Rooney still suffering those heavy hands, Emily peeled her prey off the ropes and sent her racing to the far side of the ring.
Tiffany dove in an attempt to tag her partner’s shoulder, but she couldn’t do so with her other hand on the tag rope, as Emily was almost certainly aware. As for the brunette, her positioning proved ideal for the Drop Toe-Hold she used to set Claudia down flat in the center of the ring. Rooney bounced, but didn’t even get a chance to brace her hands against the mat before Kylie rushed over and delivered a pinpoint Elbow Drop to the base of her opponent’s skull!
DROP TOE-HOLD & ELBOW DROP:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=1BpXNOPDYNY
West had already rolled under the bottom rope, so Kylie could’ve gone for a cover, instead she muscled Rooney onto her back, grabbed hold of that hurtin’ left arm and tucked it under her right armpit to secure the Armbar. “Damn, that looks like it hurts, Claudia. Could you use a distraction?” Sanders asked after working the hold for perhaps ten seconds.
“Grrrrhhhhh…. why don’t you try shutting up?” Claudia growled. “That’d be a good starOOOOFFFHHH!”
Kylie pulled her left hand away from the joint-lock, balled it into a fist and THUMPED a heavy body blow into her opponent’s ribs. “Why don’t you try fighting back?!” Ky slammed another fist into Rooney’s flank, then recommitted to the Armbar and continued to crank.
ARMBAR & RIB PUNCHES:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=rcSkeOU1BEw
Claudia reflexively reached for her partner despite being several feet short of the tag, Kylie giving her a none too subtle reminder by digging a kneecap into her foe’s ribs.
“Sorry, Red,” Ky growled. “I kinda like a girl who can keep her mouth shut.”
Not enough it seemed to stop the Platinum Pixie from rising to her feet with the captured arm in tow, bracing one boot sole against the pit of the limb, and dropping to the canvas, apparently trying to rip the arm from its socket.
Claudia howled in pain, grasping at her aching left shoulder with her right hand to give the opposite limb as much support as she could. Sanders wrapped her legs around and scissored the arm, transitioning to a submission. The Lost Daughter didn’t panic. She immediately rolled toward the veteran blonde, stacking Sanders onto her shoulders for the…
ONE…
TWO…
Kylie released her grip to spasm her body off the canvas. She pushed to her feet. A wincing Rooney knew her escape will be a short one if she didn’t reply in kind. With one wing cradled close, she reached vertical a tick behind the Pleasant Valley Pariah and ducked a incoming Clothesline from Kylie.
As a spinning Sanders turned to face her fortunate foe, Rooney thrust a Toe Kick into the ivory tummy of her opponent, Ky doubling over with hazel eyes bulging, a gurgle from her Cupid’s Bow lips. The redhead leapt into a Low Dropkick to Kylie’s right knee, forcing the blonde to genuflect.
Claudia scrambleD to stooped feet next to the penitent Sanders, locking a Front Facelock around the braincase of the FAWN original. Rooney dropped to the canvas, SPIKING Sanders’ skull with a sharp, if abbreviated DDT, Ky flopping to her back after the gruesome collision.
Next to her splayed foe, the Silent Siren dove across Kylie in a Lateral Press for the…
ONE…
TWO…
Sanders shoved a shoulder up, spoiling the party for Tiffany, Mayes pumping a raised fist in a premature victory celebration. Joy stifled, the blonde called for a tag and Rooney peeled Sanders off the deck, willing to oblige. Claudia drew a stumbling Ky to the Daughters’ corner in another Front Facelock, allowing her partner to slap a shoulder from behind to give Mayes official status.
But instead of departing, Claudia waited for her compatriot to enter, the Lost ladies looking like they’ve found a way to make their tag name against the likely future Hall of Famers. Each snatched a wrist of the anxious Sanders, Ky unable to break free as the duo leaned her deep into a set of ropes and flung her out with a double whip.
As Kylie rebounded, the Daughters’ moved to the middle. Claudia waited for the ragged return, scooping the Platinum Pixie up under her glutes. As the redhead pivoted with a raised Ky, Tiffany leapt, reaching over her shoulder, timing her three quarters grip with Rooney’s Spinebuster to add an inverted stunner to the force of a beautiful double-team.
The crowd groaned in reflexive sympathy at the sight of a woman being demolished, then, realizing the recipient they turned to expectant cheers as both Daughters’ knelt on their haunches next to a starfished Sanders. Mayes turned toward West, Emily’s jaw clenched with concern.
“You came back for this?” Tiffany asked, chuckling.
Tiff mounted Sanders in a forward-facing, kneeling straddle and pressed her palms into Kylie’s bosom, flattening the blonde’s gurls to her breastbone, the glassy-eyed grappler comatose through…
ONE…
TWO…
But the infamous resuscitative powers of the Hawkeye emerged, Ky again shifting a shoulder off the mat to save herself and her partner.
As Claudia exited under Al’s watchful eye, Tiffany sank a set of nails into Kylie’s trademark silvery bob and hauled Sanders up with her. Mayes latched onto a wrist and curiously aimed this Irish Whip toward Emily. Tiff pivoted, seemingly ready to heave but kept her grip tight enough to reel the faltering Iowan back into an immediate Spear that nearly cut Kylie in two, even from short range.
On all fours next to the moaning, writhing Sanders, Mayes stared toward the Black Queen, remembering how her Court dismantled Mayes’ ex-Church members. She puckered toward a steaming Emily, West pounding on the top buckle in an effort to wrest Kylie from her dire consequences.
More than a few in the audience joined the Queen. Kylie’s brutal humiliation at the hands of Pearls having gained her some Corps’ pity votes of encouragement at the start of the match snowballed ever so slightly. If the groaning, dazed Sanders registered the fans’ sympathy she might have flipped them off, instead she hugged her midriff with one arm and grimly rolled to her chest to keep another pinning predicament further removed.
The risen Mayes grabbed Sanders’ noggin with both hands and maneuvered the waning vet to a seat. Tiff collected one ankle in her hands and stretched Kylie’s abbreviated stem in one direction while lodging her boot sole against the inside of the opposite ankle. Viciously, the former Inquisitor fell to her shoulder, brutalizing Kylie with a Wishbone Leg Splitter, Kylie’s limbs forced into a nearly straight line. Sanders shrieked in agony, grasping at her groin muscles on either side as she leaned forward over her split gams.
“Piece by piece,” Tiffany whispered to the teary-eyed Sanders. “Unless of course you surrender. Then we can toss you aside like the spent trash you are.”
Carpenter lowered to one knee next to Kylie and asked if she wants to end the pain. Ky bit her lower lip and shook her head violently. “NOOOO!”
The scream intensified when Tiffany extended the wishbone, apparently hoping to see which side of the splits would snap first. But the Hawkeye outlasted Mayes’ patience or lack thereof, Tiffany relenting and climbing confidently to her feet as Kylie carefully curled into a fetal ball.
“Did you think Emily could rub a little of her intellect and success onto a career scrub like you?” Tiffany interjected. “Luisa raised the bar in returning you to your rightful place in the FAWN hierarchy, a pathetic plaything, but I’m willing to bet I can raise it.”
Again Mayes dug her digits into Kylie’s scalp, pulling a sobbing Sanders up to her haunches.
“And Ems won’t do a thing. She’s smart enough to know you’re not worthUHHAHHHH!”
Tiffany’s monologue was brought to a screeching verbal halt by an Uppercut thrust between her legs from the Platinum Pixie. Tiff’s flawless face turned from arrogance to shock and horror. Her knees locked and she timbered to a side, hands buried in her privates.
But Ky wasn’t much better, on her knees but motionless, chin drooping to her chest.
Slowly, there’s a hint of a chant growing from the back and rolling toward the front rows.
‘KY-LEE. KY-LEE. KY-LEE!’
The syllables broke through the fog surrounding Sanders’ gray matter and she knee-walked toward her newborn partner as if drawn by the sound, an echo from deep in her memory. As Claudia pleaded with Mayes to stop Sanders, Tiffany crawled after Ky, reaching for an ankle and latching on with the Hawkeye a few inches from salvation from the Black Queen. A desperate Kylie shook loose and flopped into a slap of hands.
The former Churchgoer maneuvered gingerly to her backside and butt scooted away from an entering West, palms raised and pleading. As Tiffany drew in the focused Emily with her appeal for leniency, Claudia slipped quietly through the ropes, intent on sending a Chop Block to the back of the West’s near knee.
Rooney’s aim was true, however she did not account for the tenacity of the Platinum Pixie, a lapse which cost her a great deal when Sanders snatched hold of one ankle just as she launched the Chop Block. Caught firm by the unexpected tether, Claudia went down like a felled tree, the THUMP of her landing causing Em to jump forward and twist ‘round in a single startled motion. Assessing the situation in the span between heartbeats, West nodded thanks to her partner, then returned her attention to Tiffa--
“NNNGGHH!”
Mayes had regained her footing in the moment the veteran’s back was turned and capitalized by landing a heavy Forearm Smash across the jaw as soon as she saw the whites of her eyes! Snatching a handful of hair, Tiffany wrenched West’s head backward at a sharp angle and forced her to retreat to the ropes by pounding at least half a dozen more Forearm Smashes into her opponent’s chest.
“I don’t know what sort of idiotic game you’re playing.” Mayes grabbed hold of a wrist and wedged a shoulder against the brunette’s sternum to body her into the rubber-coated steel. “But you’re going to regret thinking you could treat us like pawns.”
The Amazing Academic only grunted, so Tiffany stepped back, dropped a shoulder and sent her across the ring with an Irish Whip. West hit the strands without incident and made it all the way back to the center before Mayes rushed in and went low for a Basement Dropkick that caught the brunette’s upper thighs with an audible THWHACK!
Em landed awkwardly on both knees, but managed to stand (albeit doubled over) after a second or two. Alas, this proved just enough time for Tiffany to run, then rebound off the ropes to her left, thus ensuring the former World Champion was in perfect position when Mayes cupped her chin in both hands and leapt over to THWHUMP Emily down onto the back of her head and neck with a gorgeous Somersault Neckbreaker! The Inquisitor pounced at once, cradling the far leg to fold the veteran in half for a domineering count of…
SOMERSAULT NECKBREAKER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=eovMbT3PAdk
ONE…
TWO…
West kicked simultaneous with ‘TWO’ in an escape that, while hardly a surprise, still irked Tiffany Mayes to no end. “Your time is over, West.” Tiff told the other wrestler as she hauled her upright with a double handful of hair. “You should have stayed in the front office and lived off your reputation. Because hitching yourself to Sanders only ensures you’ll burn in the dumpster fire that NNNGGGHH!”
Delight from the Red, White & Bruised throng when West swatted free of the hair-pull and clouted Mayes’ mug with something equal parts Palm Strike and Bytch Slap! “I’m afraid you overestimate your importance, Tiffany.” Emily explained as Mayes put a hand over her stinging face. “Regardless of your opinion, Kylie Sanders will always mean far more to this business than you ever EEERRRHHH!”
Tiff feigned an Eye Rake only to draw West’s defenses north so she could pound a Broadside Kneelift into the Black Queen’s midsection. She followed up with an Overhead Forearm Smash across Emily’s shoulders, another hair-pull and a few quick Kneelifts to those vaunted juggs. “Icons are only important until someone decides to pick up a sledgehammer.” Mayes hissed at the gasping brunette. “And bytch, the Lost Daughters are going to smash you BOTH!”
A particularly savage Back Rake brought a yelping West back to her full height and gave Mayes easy access to one hand. Pulling away and dropping a shoulder in the same motion, Tiffany sent Emily off with another Irish Whip, but rather than release she set her feet and reeled her prey back into a point-blank Spear leveled straight at West’s nav--THWUNK! Emily pivoted slightly and brought her right leg up and across to catch Mayes on the temple with a brain-rattling Kneelift! Hooking her arms under Tiffany’s biceps even as the blonde’s knees turned to water, West tucked the other lightweight’s noggin under one arm and dropped to a seat to SPIKE Tiff’s forehead into the canvas-sheathed plywood!
DOUBLE UNDERHOOK DDT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=GUtlc5Tv-74
The Double Underhook DDT rolled Mayes onto her back so Emily returned an earlier favor by diving into an aggressive cover complete with a hooked leg and the edge of her forearm grrrrrrrrrinding Tiffany’s jaw while Carpenter and the FAWNatics counted off…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
Mayes got a shoulder up with a whisper to spare, though this narrow escape didn’t stop Claudia from tacking on a little insurance in the form of a stomp between Emily’s shoulders. “Don’t think we’re finished yet, bytch.” Rooney snarled as Al ushered her back to the Daughter’s side of the ring. “You’ve got a lot to answer for!”
West shot her a dark look but made no effort to answer, choosing instead to fill her hands with Tiffany’s hair. “The two of you seemed to have formed quite a bond as of recent.” Em noted as she hauled the blonde to her feet. “I hope it proves stronger than poor Miranda’s delusions.”
Mayes’ retaliatory curse became a blurt of surprise when West slipped an arm between the other wrestler’s thighs and muscled her onto her shoulders in a Fireman’s Ca--“RGH! RGH! RGH!” Tiffany pounded a trio of elbows into the side of Emily’s head, wriggled out the back door and promptly hoisted the veteran into a Fireman’s Carry of her own! Fury and determination from Mayes as she spun through one, two, three rotations before she hurled West off her shoulders and--NOT TODAY!
Emily floated loose of the blonde’s clutches to land on her feet and immediately unleashed with a European Uppercut that clipped Tiffany’s chin. Flicking a glance to Kylie as she drew Mayes into a Front Facelock, Emily tossed the near arm across her shoulders and asked, “Watch my six for a moment, if you’d be so kind.” Sanders didn’t have to answer because she already was, the Platinum Pixie apparently much recovered and eager to unleash her wrath upon the Lost Daughters. As for the Amazing Academic, she caught hold of Mayes’ waistband and muscled her directly overhead. The FAWNatics were waiting to start tolling the seconds to the first Cerebral Hemorrhage in quite a while but West made them wait a little longer by dropping to a seat and THA-WHAMMING Tiff down on her face, chest and belly!
SIT-OUT GOURDBUSTER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=UrHmE2ENcy4
The Sit-Out Gourdbuster would’ve flopped Mayes over onto her stomach if West hadn’t grabbed her by the shoulders to maintain the original landing arrangement. Her reasoning became clear when she crawled forward and twisted around, the Black Queen treating herself to a seat atop her opponent’s thighs.
“Let’s just get this out of the way, shall we?” Emily hooked her thumbs into the leg-holes of Tiffany’s shiny black trunks and made a goodly portion of them disappear with single hard yank!
“Ooooohhh!” Tiffany wailed in shock and pain. “You’re going to be sorry, you old bytcHRRRGGHH AAAAAAARRRRRHHH!”
West ‘smecked’ a ‘L-shaped’ claw (formed by her index finger and thumb) into the deep crease of between Mayes’ left thigh and buttock. She mirrored the grip on the right side and bore down hard, the former World Champion’s Hammy Clamp making Tiffany shriek and writhe in-- a blur of commotion as Claudia Rooney vaulted into the squared circle with her hands already raised and locked in the Double Axehandle she meant to plant between West’s-- “OOOOFFFFFFFHHHH!”
SPEAR:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=KX0qfPA6NaQ
Kylie intercepted the Silent Siren with a perfectly placed Spear that turned Claudia inside out before she returned to the deck! Pumping her fist like a tennis player that’d just closed out straight sets, the Pleasant Valley Pariah swung into a straddle of Rooney’s lower back and made a show of craaaaaaaaacking her knuckles. “Not bad, big brain, but your technique’s not quite there yet. Let me show you how it’s done.”
Emily rolled her eyes, gave Tiffany’s hammies another mean squeeze. “By all means, enlighten me.”
The words were barely out of her mouth when Sanders raised her own talons overhead and earned a raucous, ‘FARM…HAND!’ from the crowd. Blinking in surprise, Ky shook it off, then SLAPPED her mitts down on Rooney’s rump and squeezed like she meant to take a trophy (or two)!
Overcome by two legends completing an awesome spot, the FAWNatics roar with delight at the sight of not only Kylie bearing down on a wriggling, grimacing Rooney, but the stereo sauciness of Emily kneading her Farm Hand into the hammie of the flaxen-haired Daughter. Carpenter likewise seemed caught up in the moment, not bothering with the illegality of four women within the ring. He dropped to one knee next to the legal pair, making sure he’s in the field of vision of Tiffany’s welling eyes.
“Whaddya say?” the official asked.
Mayes removed her hands from pulling her own golden locks to spread the pain and took a swipe at Al’s chin, the message loud and clear to the referee. But West wasn’t done working her digits deep into the nerve bundle of the blonde’s upper thigh, a shooting pain rocking the former Inquisitor. Tiffany yelped in anguish.
“Sounds like I’m doing better!” West shouted over her shoulder to her fellow legend.
“Not fair!” Sanders replied. “Silence is my girl’s natural state.”
Determined not to be shown up with her own move, Kylie drove her digits farther, pressing her opposite hand on top, drawing an agonized mewl and a bitten lower lip from the redhead. With the continued refusals frustrating each of the seemingly new named Icons, Emily offered a draw and Ky accepted, each woman releasing their clamp to loud sighs from the Lost Ones.
Sanders and West popped to their feet and shared a high five, the nostalgic in the crowd again showing their appreciation with a round of applause. Emily winked at a surprised Sanders.
“Hate to say I told you,” Em offered with a sly grin.
“No, you don’t,” the Pixie retorted.
“No. I don’t.”
Each of the Daughters were rubbing furiously at their right thighs, trying to bring them back to working condition. And while Claudia rolled out under the ropes, Tiff pushed to her feet and limped toward a corner. Unfortunately for her, it’s that of the Icons. She turned and leaned into the buckles to give the limb a momentary rest.
Several yards away, Emily grabbed a wrist of the Platinum Pixie.
“May I?” the Amazing Academic asked politely.
Kylie rolled her hazel pools. “Just send me.”
Emily did with an Irish Whip, heaving the slender, sinewy blonde. Ky barreled across the ring and into a leaping Avalanche Splash, Kylie burying Mayes. Tiffany grunted deep and loud as the air was expunged from her lungs by the impact. A second behind, Emily made it a double-decker sandwich, CRASHING her body into the back of her partner, drawing a soft ‘oooof’ from Sanders but a quaking groan from the doubly flattened Tiffany.
With the Silent Assassin on the outside, Carpenter became less lenient with Sanders’ attendance. He guided the huffing Ky through the ropes, the Hawkeye immediately taking her station and asking for a tag.
The Black Queen held up an index finger, silently asking her partner for a moment more with Mayes. Dipping and grabbing the ankles of her foe, she pulled the legs out from under the drooping Tiffany, sending the Lost Daughter plummeting to her backside. Deftly, West flipped the breathless Mayes to her chest and exchanged ankles for wrists, lifting the blonde’s upper half off the canvas.
The oft-cruel Queen pressed a boot sole between Tiffany’s shoulderblades and delivered a BWUUUNGING Brain Drain to the former Inquisitor, curbstomping Mayes’ face into the bottom buckle.
BRAIN DRAIN:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=uCAyYx0Bssc
Her task accomplished, a smirking Em handed the reins to an eager Sanders, West slipping out as Kylie entered. Sanders drew the Lost Daughter toward the middle, cavewoman-style by one ankle, the blonde’s chest abrading against the canvas all the while.
Pivoting her stance around the raised leg until she’s in a standing, backward-facing straddle of Tiffany’s waist, Kylie lowered into a deep crouch, drawing the sinewy stem of her foe with her. She settled into a Single Leg Boston Crab that had Mayes in immediate distress, vainly reaching for a partially recovered Rooney several feet removed from a tag.
Ky grit her perfect pearlies as she tried to touch Tiffany’s boot tip to the back of her braincase, testing the flexibility of the blonde’s spine to the snapping point.The former Inquisitor was placed in the Hawkeye’s form of the rack and yipped through the ever-increasing arc.
Again, Mayes was placed in survival mode, digging at the canvas, trying to pull herself to safety. Tiffany fought her way to within arm’s length after long seconds and wrapped a palm around the bottom cable, Claudia instantly shouting for a break from the sidelines.
Almost before Carpenter could inform Sanders she needed to give up her submission, the Iowan let Tiff’s captured gam flop to the canvas. She dismounted and moved several steps away, waiting for her grimacing foe to climb to vertical with the help of the strands.
Kylie, apparently feeling generous, invited Mayes forward. Tiffany limped cautiously from the cables and, when Sanders offered a Collar-&-Elbow, Mayes flashed a set of nails toward Ky’s hazel peepers. Sanders ducked the effort, swinging around the Lost Girl and slapping a Waistlock around her opponent’s midriff. Kylie struggled to shuffle Mayes toward the Icons’ corner for a tag or a little double-teaming, whichever presented, when a tossed elbow by Tiff CRAACKED into a temple, sending the Platinum Pixie staggering.
Turning to her own territory, a hobbling Mayes lost her footing, that Farm-Handed leg giving out. As an unsteady Ky turned to face a crawling Mayes, Sanders reached out for the Lost Daughter, dipping to collect her. But as she did, Tiffany threw herself through the five-hole, popping out between the back side of Kylie’s lower limbs. She dove to the waiting tag from the long-ago Trophy Wife in Training.
Rooney hopped over the top, fire in her eyes. Kylie reflexively backpedaled from the sight then steeled and charged with a Clothesline. But the redhead slickly ducked under the effort and, before Sanders could fully turn to reacquire her target, Rooney swung a vicious kick to the back of Sanders’ skull!
DEARLY DEPARTED @ 00:20
www.youtube.com/watch?v=xUaz7pvlLPc
The impact knocked Ky through a lurching, rubber-legged pirouette, but she remained upright long enough to be leveled from a wicked Clothesline that sent the Pixie THUMPING to the deck.
With Sanders in a daze, the redhead sat behind the splayed veteran. Rooney pulled Kylie to a seat in front of her and initially surrounded the blonde’s chest with a Scissors, pulling Ky’s arms wide at the wrists. Claudia separated and shifted her legs up the Hawkeye’s frame, moving each behind the neck of her foe, then locking them at the ankles. Viciously, Rooney pressed forward, her Lotus locked.
LOTUS LOCK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=SLJcCMzT2cc
Releasing Kylie’s wrists, Rooney rose up on her palms to increase the pressure on Kylie’s neck, Sanders yelping in pain as she stared longingly at her newly minted teammate.
“Feel those old bones creaking?” Claudia whispered in the Pixie’s ear. “A little more pressure and that neck will snap.”
The wriggling Sanders, chin forced to her chest, continued to struggle, passing on Al’s invitation to surrender. Eventually unhooking her ankles, Claudia folded her right leg and THRUST a boot into the back of Kylie’s noggin, one, two, THREE TIMES. Rooney released her grips and pushed to her feet, hovering over the mat-bound Ky, Sanders cradling the back of her skull, boot soles pattering against the canvas.
In the Icons’ corner, Emily’s grasp on the upper rope tightened as she watched her new cohort struggle. Claudia surreptitiously backed from Kylie and spun to the ropes next to West. Grabbing the top, she yanked the rubber-coated steel toward her bringing the Black Queen unexpectedly flipping into the squared circle. West landed an unfortunately placed Leg Drop across Kylie’s throat as the Amazing Academic’s tailbone was SPIKED into the canvas.
Looking quite proud of herself, Claudia dipped a set of nails into the scalp of the gasping Sanders and the booty-rubbing Queen. She drew each legend to her feet, drawing back each coconut with a tug of their locks, Kylie’s silver bob and Emily’s long dark tresses.
THWAM!
Claudia delivered forehead to forehead. West recoiled to flat on her back from the collision, staring blankly to the rafters in a daze. The Pixie, apparently with the harder noggin, remained upright but glassy-eyed, on a platter for the gingerific Lost Daughter.
A stiff Toe Kick to the belly doubled Kylie over and allowed Rooney to reel the faltering blonde into a Standing Headscissors. She had Sanders’ butt pointing directly at the hard camera and so made a point to tag it with a couple derisive slaps, but Claudia didn’t carry out her offensive until she’d turned a quarter circle. This new arrangement set Sanders directly between the redhead and her own flattened partner, not that Ky (or Emily for that matter) were aware of it. The FAWNatics knew and tried to rouse the veterans with cheers and warnings, alas West didn’t stir and Sanders’ only movements were involuntary, as she was cinched around the waist and spun / hoisted up onto the redhead’s shoulders. In the next instant she popped onto her toes and tossed the Pleasant Valley Pariah straight down to complete a two for one Powerbomb and Senton, poor Kylie CRUSHING Emily’s midsection even as the back of her skull bounced off the canvas-sheathed deck.
“X marks the spot where the losers are buried.” Rooney snorted as she sprawled across Sanders’ chest for a Lateral Press that’d pin and humiliate in equal measure after the count of…
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOO!
Blonde and brunette spasmed in opposite directions, their combination of instinct and experience enough to withstand Claudia’s clever onslaught, at least for the moment. “Get that piece of trash out of my ring!” Rooney said to Al of Emily as she went about scraping Kylie off the mat.
With the official thus occupied, the Whist Warrior latched onto her blonde’s wrist and sent her racing to the Daughter’s corner with an Irish Whip. Ky managed to turn around but couldn’t slow down, meaning there was a teeth-jarring BWUUUNG when she collided with the turnbuck--“HHHHRRRRRRGGGGHHH!”
Tiffany looped the tag rope around her opponent’s throat and dropped into a deep crouch that used every bit of her weight to throttle the life from the wide-eyed Iowan! Of course, bad as things were, they could always get worse, a point Claudia Rooney was eager to illustrate for her writhing adversary. To that end she sprinted deep into friendly territory, leapt onto the second strand and THWHUNKED her right knee between the blonde’s eyes! Rooney dropped to the mat, put a hand against Kylie’s chest and smudged her back against the buckles so she wouldn’t hit the mat in a facedown sprawl. Still not finished, Claudia returned to her previous perch and pumped half a dozen more quick Kneelifts into the blonde’s noggin before she tagged Tiffany into the fray.
RUNNING CORNER KNEE STRIKE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=C6Y0Offp8pM
“Go up top.” Rooney gestured to her partner as she dumped the smoldering ruin of Kylie Sanders in the shadow of the corner post. “I’ll keep this bytch right where she belongs.”
Mayes grinned, nodded, then grabbed the top rope in both hands and vaulted into position in the high rent district. At the same time, Claudia grabbed Sanders at left wrist and ankle and draaaaaaaagged her a little ways from the corner. Once satisfied with the positioning she moved around above the veteran’s head and seized her wrists to ensure the FAWN Original couldn’t roll free of what came next.
“Hey, let go of her Claudia!” Al barked. “The tag was made, so get to your corner!”
Rooney only rolled her eyes and looked to Tiffany. “Crush her!”
Tiff didn’t need to be told twice, she sprang skyward and curled herself into a tight ball, the Inquisitor spinning through four-hundred and fifty degrees of gut churning devastat--‘OOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHH!’ from the FAWNatics when Kylie tugged Claudia off balance and brought both knees up to her chest in the same breath. Doing so meant Rooney was stretched out facedown on the blonde’s knees a whole heartbeat before Tiffany THWHAMMED down on friend and foe alike!
“BRILLIANT!” Emily shouted as the Kylie and the Lost Daughters all tumbled in opposite directions. “Absolutely brilliant, now get over here and make the tag!”
Sanders barely heard this over the roar of the crowd and the pounding of blood in her temples, but the Pleasant Valley Pariah somehow honed in on the Black Queen and began to army crawl in her direction.
Pleased that the crowd had taken up the role of supportive partner so she could focus on other pressing concerns, West stepped onto the bottom rope and leaned over as far as physics would allow while simultaneously keeping an eye on the Lost Daughters. Claudia was a non-entity at the moment, having tumbled under the bottom rope following that catastrophic sandwiching. Tiffany however was far more worrisome as she’d made it to all fours and was scrambling after the blonde. “Move your ass, Ky!” Emily urged. “She’s closer than she should be!”
Kylie looked over her shoulder, realized West was right and forced herself to boot-leather. She managed two full steps before Mayes caught up and snatched her left ankle. “Don’t think so, loser.” the blonde growled as she pulled Kylie away from her straining partner. “You and I have a lot to discuSSNNNGGGHH!” Sanders pivoted around, sprang off her plant foot and SMASHED it upside Mayes’ head in a perfect Enzugiri! Kylie landed on all fours, popped right up and dove the rest of the way, one hand extended to Emily.
CLAP!
West came through the ropes at a dead run and hurled herself into a Low Dropkick that struck Tiffany amidships just as the Inquisitor made it to her hands and knees. Mayes crumpled in on herself and would’ve stayed that way for quite some time if Emily hadn’t buried a hand in her hair and hauled her upright. An arm threaded through the blonde’s legs was enough to drape Tiff across Emily’s shoulders in a Fireman’s Carry, a position she occupied so briefly it hadn’t quite registered before the Amazing Academic tossed her down and dropped to one knee to SKEWER her midsection!
Mayes shuddered violently, however couldn’t roll away from the brunette because Em tightened her hooks and muscled her back up, not into a second Fireman’s Carry but a facedown over one shoulder position. With Tiffany corralled like a bag of laundry, West hopped up and came down on her knees to THWHUMP Mayes’ tummy for the third time in barely thirty seconds!
OVER THE SHOULDER GUTBUSTER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=1DlGLOBJPVs
The blonde moaned pitiably, but was otherwise still when Emily clambered to boot-leather with her prey still in place. “Ready to finish this?” she asked Kylie, who’d recently regained possession of her faculties and the ring rope.
Sanders looked around, saw no sign of Claudia and nodded. “Yeah. Like we practiced?”
“Exactly.”
Plan in place, West moved to within reach of Ky and tagged her into the match, then backed off so she could shift the Lost Daughter from her shoulder down into a Front Facelock. Slinging Tiffany’s near arm across her shoulders as quickly as she could, the Black Queen caught hold of her rival’s waistband above one hip and muscled her high overhead for-- Emily kicked her legs forward and laid out on her back to THWHONK the crown of Mayes’ skull against the deck with a beautiful Cerebral Hemorrhage!
CEREBRAL HEMORRHAGE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=gYsStBk8nSo
West popped her hips on impact, rolled over onto her tummy and clambered to her feet with Tiffany still dripping from her clutches. Twisting around to face Kylie, the veteran brunette hoisted Mayes to about two o’clock, then tossed her down into a Fireman’s Carry atop the blonde’s shoulders. Right arm hooked across the back of Tiffany’s head the instant she made contact, Sanders drew away and spun through one, two, three rotations then went up on tiptoe and laid out on her right hip to THAWHAM the back of Mayes’ head and shoulders into the deck via an absolutely gorgeous Pleasant Valley Driver!
PLEASANT VALLEY DRIVER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=5kD44eHkHLM
Kylie floated over onto the starfished blonde, scooped both legs into a tight bundle and pointed her rump at the lights with an inescapable Back Press while Emily kept a diligent watch, the Black Queen tapping her temple in time with the…
ONE…
TWO…
THREE!
Ky tossed the beaten blonde’s legs aside, rolled to her knees and pounded a fist on the mat, the Platinum Pixie clearly overjoyed to hear the Announcer confirm, “Ladies and gentlemen, your winners via pin-fall… EMILY WEST AND KYLIE SANDERS!”
Ky wearily rollED to her haunches next to the splayed, unconscious Tiffany. West scoopED her arms under those of the Platinum Pixie, lifting Kylie to her feet and giving her a warm embrace in the form of a Waistlock that lifted the Hawkeye off the canvas for a split-second.
Whether it was the perfect teamwork from the two Icons to finish off their foes or the way they’d cleanly overcome a pair of pernicious Lost Daughters, the majority of the FAWNatics were bellowing their support.
And what’s more, Sanders was smiling.
It’s unclear if it’s from the love she’s feeling from the Black Queen or that most of her Corps is seemingly reforming at Emily’s command, but Kylie was taken away for a moment. Turning so she’s side by side with Em, the Platinum Pixie thrust West’s near wrist high above. The motion drew the volume of the delighted crowd louder as West and Sanders hovered over a softly stirring Mayes.
Claudia slid in far enough to grab an ankle of her flaxen-haired counterpart and dragged Tiffany to safety, not that the veterans seemed at all interested in physically rubbing in their win. The Daughters stumbled off in each other’s arms, the recipients of the losers’ purse trudging up the ramp.
For the victors, tonight was a chance to show the roster and the world they’ve still got it.
Mission accomplished.