Post by hawkeye on Nov 7, 2021 23:50:39 GMT
The ring announcer cuts through the buzz of the expectant FAWNatics, preempting the arrival of whomever might be waiting in the wings.
“Tonight’s next match at All Hallows’ Evil is a Madhouse Munitions tag team match. Any weapons the combatants can find are perfectly legal and their use is wholly encouraged.”
The murmur in the crowd rises considerably and more so when the first chords of America the Beautiful course through the speakers.
Immediately concerned for women who religiously respect the rulebook, the proud Floridians surrounding the battlefield nevertheless rise not only out of respect for their country but out of excitement at the arrival of the wrestler who so beautifully encompasses everything good about the Land of the Free.
Their hearts are filled with pride and eyes filled with an athletic, blonde beauty in stars-n-stripes, Lady Liberty emerging from stage right. The flaring spotlights zero in on her immediate location. She smiles without hesitation, blue eyes like sapphire, curls spun from gold. She stands with one foot crossed lightly and slightly in front the other, one hand placed upon a curvy hip as she salutes crisply with the other.
LADY LIBERTY
Salutation delivered and love returned, the Girl of Every State turns back to whence she came.
Ethereal chimes draw echoing cheers in that direction, the music transporting everyone in the arena to a faraway place and time and to a person who’d become a vital member of the Greater Good.
Giselle’s Theme ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=oEBNIzOIbVs ) by Lindsey Stirling
The sight of the fresh-faced brunette pushes the volume louder still. The Disney-adjacent royalty striding to her likewise beloved teammate at center stage. The dark-haired beauty wears what can only be called FAWNticized Sleeping Beauty gear.
( www.amiclubwear.com/costume-storybook-jj1-4615sultrysnow.html ) red boots instead of pumps.
PRINCESS GISELLE
If the women are concerned with the rules for tonight’s mayhem, or lack thereof, they don’t show it. Instead, the appetizing pair of Greater Good gals (before the main course of the World Champion California Angel) travel the aisle, reaching out and slapping offered hands and exchanging warm hugs on occasion.
The Woman called Liberty wears about her sublimely sporty frame the colors of her country, a spandex version of the American Flag snugly fitting around her every crowd-pleasing curve. The sports top was white, the torch of liberty aflame in red across her bosom, sapphire boy-cut briefs decorated with a smattering of stars, her elbow pads a dazzling blue while her boots are a radiant red. She wears these colors with obvious pride amidst no irony or cynicism and it’s impossible for the patriotic FAWNatics in attendance to not love her for it.
Beside the blonde, the radiant Princess joins her partner on the trek to the ring, keeping even with the Lady’s pace. Liberty is handed a microphone as she ascends the steel steps and both paragons slip into the ring, The Lady leading the way.
The announcer beats her to the verbal punch.
“First, from your land and my land, Lady Liberty, and hailing from the Magic Kingdom, the stunning Belle of the Brawl Princess Giselle. Together they are Greater Good.”
The crowd demonstrates its approval with a loud ovation, the roars only growing when Giselle lifts a silver wand high and blasts a glitter bomb into the air above. A beaming Lady Liberty waits patiently for the cheers to lower in volume to offer her words of wisdom.
“Just to make something clear, the stipulations of this match were decided for us by Diamonds and Pearls. Unfortunately for them, they don’t seem to understand the Princess and I will fight fire with fire like any hot-blooded American!”
The Lady drops her mic and pumps a fist, heading to GG’s assigned corner to wait for their foes.
A set of guitar strings and drums cascade through the speakers with a decidedly Latin beat.
It’s a familiar sound, particularly for those increasingly familiar with the Brazilian who first defended the Platinum Pixie against the perilous Violyt Goodheart only to abandon Kylie at the worst possible moment. Pearls proceeded to destroy Sanders in an infamous face-to-face match-up that led to a post-match humiliation of Kylie as bad any she ever endured, even by the cruel standards laid upon her Girl Scout incarnation.
The announcer takes the early option, introducing the Greater Good’s opponents over the raining boos from the crowd.
“And their opponents. From San Juan, Puerto Rico and Rio de Janeiro, Brazil respectively, Marisol Ayala and Luisa Campos. Together they are… DIAMONDS AND PEARLS!”
MARISOL AYALA
LUISA CAMPOS
Ayala takes the lead among the badass brunettes as they burst through the curtains and waste no time in marching to the ring. The taller, curvier half of D&P is clad in a black velvet fightin’ two-piece, the bottoms high-waisted, the bikini top for the moment at least partially obscured by her unzipped, diamond studded black leather jacket—though Marisol’s impressive cleavage is in no way disguised. Around the Puerto Rican beauty’s neck is a narrow black choker, with white pads and boots completing the look.
Campos sports a one piece—also in black velvet, with a keyhole design that bears her cleavage, more modest than her partner’s, but no less eye catching. There are no shoulder straps with this design; instead, a string of pearls loops around her neck, connecting to the velvet just above that keyhole opening to hold the garment in place. Like her partner, she too sports white pads and boots. But Luisa also wears a pair of elbow length opera style gloves, and instead of a leather jacket, she wears an exceedingly long, black ring cape, its tail trailing behind her by a number of feet.
Luisa pays the audience no attention as she strides toward the ring, nose ever so slightly upturned and a sneer on her lips. Still, the deliberateness of her march and the swish of her hips illustrates how much she’s aware and enjoys being the center of attention, or at least sharing the spotlight with Marisol. Ayala not only acknowledges the crowd but has no issue jawing with them at each step to the ring.
The Puerto Rican again takes the lead in heading up the steps. She keeps climbing, claiming the near ring post. Marisol steps to the second rope, raising a defiant fist into the air.
Luisa moves to the center of the apron before sweeping through the ropes, her cape catching and trailing over the middle cable as she moves toward the middle. She grins like a cat eyeing a pair of mice in the Greater Good. Campos brings her hands to her shoulders and slips off the cape, allowing it to gather in a puddle behind her.
Marisol drops into the confines to join her partner in staring down the fan favorites.
Suddenly, D&P turn to plant a gaze hard-cam-side, Marisol raising her arms high and wide. Luisa dropping to one knee in front of her partner, the women making their presence felt in the arena and by those watching through the lens in front of them.
Each woman moves a thumb to her throat and draws it slowly across, a harrowing omen for the beloved blonde and brunette in the far corner.
Rising, Marisol and Luisa move to the buckles opposite GG and when Lady Liberty remains within to start the match, Campos quickly decides she’ll be the first to attack.
With the National Treasure’s head turned, Liberty still discussing strategy with her partner, Luisa races across the canvas prior to the bell, fingers joined in a double axhandle raised above her head. Campos sends the joined fists SLAMMING between Liberty’s shoulderblades, the blonde’s tanned body lurching forward, chest banging into the buckles.
Snatching the golden locks of The Lady, Luisa draws her foe out of the Greater Good corner to prevent an early tag. Campos pivots and sends Liberty flipping to a seat on the canvas with a hair mare then THUMPS a soccer kick into the base of the blonde’s spine.
The American Idol grimaces in pain her backbone arching.
Pearls curls one palm under Liberty’s chin the other over the crown of her foe’s head and tries to twist the flaxen-haired fighter’s head off her shoulders with a nasty chinlock.
Marisol shouts from the sidelines, asking Castle to see if Liberty wants to submit. Nick ignores the request even as The Lady forces up to her feet despite Luisa’s best efforts, Campos shaking her head in disbelief as she loses control. Liberty turns to face her adversary when reaching vertical, only to be GUTTED by a raised knee to her navel from Pearls.
The doubled and gasping National Treasure draws in a deep, raspy breath in front of the grinning Brazilian grappler. Campos, a catfighter at heart, sinks both sets of nails into Liberty’s mane and sits out, BUSTING the American Idol’s features into the thinly-sheathed plywood.
With Liberty laid out between her outstretched legs, Luisa maintains her grip on The Lady’s locks and SCRUBS the blonde’s face into the canvas, drawing a chirp of pain from the Greater Good’s founder and jeers from the FAWNatics.
Campos draws Liberty’s chin onto her crotch and encircles the American Idol’s noggin between her legs, Pearls applying her version of Ivy Armstrong’s Southern Charm, bringing hers from the Southern Hemisphere. As Campos squeeezes Liberty red-faced, she calls to Marisol.
“A little help, mami.”
Ayala nods and drops to the floor where a garbage can full of weaponry has been made available, the Greater Good with a similar stash. Diamonds pulls out a kendo stick and rolls it to her partner. Latching on at either end, Luisa STUFFS it between the open maw of the blonde, making Liberty chew on the bamboo even as her braincase is pressed between the sinewy, satiny thighs of Luisa.
“Now…you can ask her,” Campos informs.
With the terrible position of the National Treasure, Castle questions if the blonde’s willingness to continue remains. A slight shake of the head and a grunt in the negative convinces Pearls something more is necessary. She unhooks her scissors and pulls her weapon loose from being Liberty’s bridle.
Luisa rises and winds up, CRAAACKING the weapon across the tanned back of The Lady, forcing the Girl from All 50 States to arch in agony, her face etched in pain.
THWACK. THWACK. THWACK.
Showing the vile ruthlessness she displayed in demolishing and humiliating Kylie Sanders into the sympathy of the fans if not their good graces, Campos only relents after a five spot, gleefully tossing the stick aside to call for something new.
Marisol rummages under the ring apron instead of pulling from the metal container and shoves a chair under the bottom rope. Luisa plucks it off the canvas as Liberty struggles to hand and knees. She sets the folding metal down as if ready to take a seat, but instead circles behind the blonde and punts Liberty between the legs. With the blonde frozen, baby blues welling, Luisa forces Liberty’s head down atop the chair and heads for the D&P corner.
Climbing to the top, Luisa spins toward her target when she feels a tap on her leg. Turning, she sees a sheepish Ayala shrugging.
“I want my piece too,” Diamonds pleads.
Pearls rolls her dark pools but otherwise offers an abrupt “alright”. Still, she leaps from her perch, legs extended in guillotine-like fashion toward the seatpan of the chair and the head and neck atop it.
Thankfully for anyone hoping for Lady Liberty’s wrestling career to continue, the blonde’s able to push out of range, leaving only the abandoned chair as a landing spot for the Brazilian and what’s become her folly. Luisa CRASHES into the chair and ends in a mewling heap, body littered amidst the destroyed folding furniture.
On all fours, Liberty crawls toward the outstretched arm of Giselle, diving to slap hands with the Theme Park Monarch. The energetic Princess bounds over the top cable with what appears to be a metal cookie sheet in her hands. She rushes toward a charging Diamonds. The resident of the Magic Kingdom takes the literal low road, dropping into a baseball slide that cuts Marisol’s long legs out from under her, the Puerto Rican faceplanting from what might be called a modified drop toe hold.
As Ayala rises to her knees and checks on her beak, Giselle approaches from behind, mounting Marisol with a standing head scissors. With Diamond’s head trapped between her legs, Giselle drops the thin steel in front of Ayala then drops to her knees, RAMMING Marisol’s face into the sheet with a facebuster that shows the Greater Good is willing to play rough to survive All Hallows’ Evil.
Kneeling Facebuster ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=3-Ox6jqRXig ) 00:15
Marisol’s flattened, face-down frame twitches beneath the kneeling Princess. Giselle moves to her foe’s side and rolls the semi-conscious Diamonds to a spreadeagle, Ayala staring blankly at the rafters even after the Belle of the Brawl perpendicularly presses her opponent down for a pin and the…
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Pearls starts to enter for the save but she’s too late. Luckily for the tardy Luisa, Marisol digs deep to shove a shoulder up and keep the hopes of D&P alive at...
THRNOOOO!
The resident of the Magic Kingdom casts a glance in the direction of the referee. Castle holds two fingers high and Giselle nods in acceptance. She hauls the bigger brunette to vertical to continue casting her spell on Diamonds, but Marisol shoves the Princess on a shoulder and into a 180-degree spin.
Suddenly facing away from her foe, the Theme Park Monarch uses her position to her advantage, reaching over a shoulder and collecting Marisol’s head in a ¾ facelock. Vaulting into a backflip, Giselle draws the Puerto Rican with her, NAILING the back of Marisol’s skull into the canvas with a nimble Shiranui.
Shiranui ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=uWoVOJtppBc )
Ending on her knees above the head of the dazed Diamonds, Giselle takes a moment to realize just how well she hit the maneuver. She scrambles to a lateral press on Marisol, hooking a leg for good measure to get the…
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Ayala kicks free, shoving Giselle to her haunches. The baby-faced brunette turns to her partner this time and a recovered Liberty motions for a tag. The Belle of the Brawl takes no chances of an escape, tugging the reeling Marisol to her feet and drawing her to Greater Good territory. She reaches to her golden-maned counterpart and tags in The Lady.
Switching for each other, it’s a clean exchange and the American Idol takes control with a grip on Ayala’s right wrist and shoulder. She heaves Diamonds to a neutral corner with an Irish Whip, Ayala turning into a back-first collision with the buckles. On her foe a second behind, Liberty leaps, landing on the planks of Ayala’s upper legs, her fingers locking behind the neck of the Puerto Rican.
The National Treasure leans back and lays outs, launching the brunette in a sky-high monkey flip, Marisol landing hard on her tailbone. Diamonds reflexively reaches for her cheeks as Liberty kips to her feet. The blonde hits the ropes behind the faltering Ayala and rebounds, flipping over the right shoulder of her seated adversary, grabbing Marisol’s head on the fly-by.
Liberty POUNDS the Puerto Rican’s face into the deck between Marisol’s extended legs, the folded frame of the brunette springing open after impact.
The Girl from All 50 States passes on the pin attempt this time, instead skipping over the splayed Ayala and leaping into the middle rope while grabbing the top. Liberty gracefully backflips out of the springboarding cables and CRUSHES Ayala’s midriff with a perfectly executed Merica-sault.
Merica-Sault ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=6ReZL3ICiEo )
Liberty hooks a leg and pivots to a seat on Marisol’s chest for the…
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THRNOOO!
Taking no chances, a flustered Pearls enters in time to spill Liberty from her pin, likely saving D&P from defeat. The Lady kips to her feet and is immediately ready to block the incoming right cross from the ascending Luisa. With her foe’s punch parried, Liberty pounds a right to the Brazilian’s jaw, staggering Campos. Pearls fires back but is again thwarted before being BLASTED to the deck with a balled right hand from the blue-eyed, blonde heroine.
With both Diamonds and Pearls laid out side-by-side, Liberty skips over the pair, leaps into the ropes again, and AGAIN hits the Merica-sault, this time two for the price of one.
Liberty doesn’t bother pulling out the illegal woman from beneath her, deciding to pin both. A quick-thinking Giselle bounds to the top of the buckles in the GG corner and SPLASHES atop friend and foe alike, sandwiching her partner between but doubling up on the breath-blasting force.
With each Greater Good gal piled atop the splattered brunettes, Castle slaps the canvas for the…
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THRENOOO….
Marisol and Luisa shove the fan favorites off with Nick’s hand a foot from the third slap.
Before the zebra can start sorting legal participants from their counterparts, Giselle snatches the right arm of Pearls and tugs the brunette to her feet. She runs Luisa to the ropes and heaves her over the top, Campos crashing to the floor below.
As the Disney-adjacent Princess heads to the exit at Castle’s guiding, Liberty pulls Marisol to her feet, turns and races to the ropes. She u-turns out of the cables, loading up for her signature Patriot Missile, the running, leaping uppercut that had blown up many on the roster. But Diamonds dips and catches Liberty, arms wrapping around her foe’s tanned thighs. Ayala pivots and plants with a ring-rattling spinebuster that has the American Idol cradling the back of her skull, her boot soles pattering against the canvas.
Deciding the returned Luisa’s call to enter is a better option than pressing her advantage, Diamonds staggers to the D&P corner and slaps hands with her steely-eyed Brazilian teammate. Pearls enters but not alone. She dumps a black velvet bag of tacks on the canvas next to Liberty then dips and collects her foe, peeling the National Treasure off the deck and scooping The Lady onto her right shoulder.
With a simple body slam becoming a much more dangerous proposition, the snarling Pearls readies delivery when Liberty begins pounding elbows into Luisa’s temple. Slowly, the Rio native loses her grip, Lady L sliding down behind.
As Campos spins to put her flaxen-haired target back in sight, she’s gutted by a toe kick to the tummy from the American Idol. With a bug-eyed Luisa frozen, it’s Liberty’s turn to dip and scoop, but unlike Pearls, she’s able to follow through, SLAMMING Luisa’s back into the tack-laden mat.
Luisa reacts as if 10,000 volts are coursing through her body as she’s made a pin cushion by the National Treasure. Campos reflexively flops like a fish out of water, only sending more tacks into her arms and legs with the flailing. Finally, she rolls out like she’s on fire, Marisol trying to swipe her hands across Luisa’s back and backside to relieve her of most of the pins.
As Diamonds performs minor surgery on her partner, an inspired Giselle collects the lid of Greater Good’s garbage can and races around the corner of the arena floor. She whistles at the dark-haired duo then tosses the lid at her opponents. Marisol manages to catch the steel disc before it can hit either herself or Pearls, but she doesn’t count on the charging Theme Park Monarch soaring into a perfect dropkick that sends the lid SLAMMING into Ayala’s face. The impact and that of the back of her braincase BANGING off the thinly-padded floor, leaves Diamonds a semi-conscious shell.
Above, Liberty is racing to enter the fray. She dives between the top and middle ropes, planning to demolish Luisa in a Greater Good twofer. But Campos dives out of the way while simultaneously pulling Giselle into her partner’s path and a wide-eyed National Treasure mistakenly lowers the boom on the Belle of the Brawl. The Princess is sent sprawling into the steel barricade, the collision leading to the Disney-adjacent royalty puddling at its base.
Liberty comes out of the dive in better shape than her partner. The blonde lowers to one knee, checking on her teammate, allowing the lethal Luisa to dip into her can of tricks. She pulls a two-foot length of chain from the container. Sneaking from the American Idol’s six, Campos strikes, shifting the links over Liberty’s head and drawing it tight to the blonde’s throat.
The baby blues of the National Treasure bulge, her face growing rosy as the oxygen is cut from the makeshift garrote. Liberty tries desperately to slip her fingers beneath to create some slack, but a growling Pearls won’t allow it. Liberty’s able to rise to her feet, choking and gasping. With her Brazilian foe behind her, she backpedals into the apron, forcing Luisa’s spine into the edge. Campos’ advantage melts away as her arms fall, but the Girl of All 50 States can only stagger away, rubbing at her neck, uneasily drawing breaths.
Topside, Castle is forced to wait for the maelstrom to reenter since there are no countouts in tonight’s free-for-all.
Below the zebra, Pearls wraps the steel links around a right fist and waits for Liberty to turn in her direction. She charges the blonde hardbody with punch drawn but The Lady ducks under the swing and sends Luisa flipping up and over with a back body drop, Campos’ spine CRASHING to the thinly-padded concrete.
Ready to bring fire to fire, Liberty searches the can, stirring through the remaining contents. She tosses out a shovel, a spray can and a riding crop, apparently plundered from Portia’s former locker. Passing on all three, she investigates under the ring apron and pulls out a table to the FAWNatics’ delight.
With the three other grapplers in recovery mode, The American Idol sets her folding furniture next to the apron’s edge and turns to survey. With Diamonds reaching her feet, it’s an easy decision for Liberty, the flaxen-haired fighter snuggling close to Marisol from behind. With one hand around a hip and the other behind the opposite leg, The Lady lifts a startled Ayala off the deck. Up and over Diamonds goes CRASHING through the table courtesy of Liberty’s Red Glare.
Red Glare ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=2lC7zCDdnz8 )
Face down and out cold amongst the splinters, Marisol’s deadweight becomes difficult to maneuver for The Lady. With Giselle’s help, she wedges Ayala vertically against the apron and together they shove Diamonds in, sharing a high five on the success. Unfortunately for the Greater Good, Campos is alive and kicking, grabbing each from behind with stereo handfuls of hair.
Luisa draws the heads of both competitors back and BANGS coconuts together, Giselle flattened to the arena floor by the connection while Liberty flops against the apron’s edge, azure pools glazed.
Pearls slides into the ring and tries to stir her partner with limited success. Grabbing a wrist, she drags Diamonds cavewoman-style to the now empty GG corner then glances down into her foes’ receptacle. Apparently liking what she sees, Luisa dips between the cables and drops to the floor. Rummaging, she emerges with a tennis racket, confirming the VanBuren locker must have an ‘All Items Must Go’ sign above it.
Luisa sprints around the ring, gathering speed for a forceful forehand. She reaches the duo with Liberty helping Giselle to her feet. It’s the brunette with the view of the fast-approaching Campos. She ducks the swing. Awkwardly, this allows the head of the racket to go all ‘waffle iron’ on Liberty’s face, knocking the blonde flat to the cement.
Luisa hovers over the splayed Lady with her warped racket, letting verbal arrows fly. She turns with weapon poised to find the Belle of the Brawl, but the Princess used the time to pull another chair from beneath the ring. She shoves the upper rim DEEP into the brunette’s belly, doubling over a gasping Pearls. Placing the hardware aside, Giselle heaves Luisa back into the ring, Campos ending the roll on her back, hugging her midriff.
The Theme Park Monarch snatches the steel chair and slides in after, THWAPPPING it down across Luisa’s chest after rising. With her foe debilitated and the legality of team members thrown out the window from Castle’s growing indifference, the Princess heads for the nearest buckles. She climbs with the chair still in her possession. Turning, Giselle takes off from Splash Mountain, going froggy on Luisa’s ass with the metal enhancement beneath her.
Splash Mountain ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=JzsnTKwEFSc )
The Disney-adjacent royalty DESTROYS Campos to the roar of the crowd. Good restored by Giselle. The brunette doesn’t bother pulling the chair from between, remaining atop the wrecked Pearls for the…
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THRENOOO!
A revivified Diamonds breaks up the pin at 2 7/8 with a double axhandle between Giselle’s shoulderblades.
Perhaps realizing Castle’s willing to accept any three-count he can take, Marisol spins Giselle to her back and grabs the wrists of her foe, lifting the upper half of the Princess off the canvas so she can proceed to repeatedly stomp away at the Giselle’s chest.
Inverted Surfboard Stomps ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=f04hoJCrtt4 )
Keeping hold of one wrist, Ayala tugs Giselle off the canvas and sets the wobbling, dazed Princess in front of the remaining tacks. The bigger brunette takes off for the ropes and rebounds, surging toward her wavering target and NAILING Giselle with a Big Boot to the chin that sends the Belle of the Brawl’s back SLAMMING against the pins; the howling, writhing Princess joining Luisa as a human pin cushion.
Plucking the yelping Giselle off the canvas, Marisol pivots and sends the brunette racing the short distance to the nearest buckles, the Theme Park Monarch’s chest SLAMMING into the corner from short range. The Princess stumbles away from the collision in a slow, staggering backpedal, which Ayala steps around.
Diamonds leaps onto the middle buckle and u-turns into a Superman Punch to Giselle’s jaw that lays the Belle of the Brawl out cold in a starfish at the Puerto Rican’s feet. Marisol drops to a lateral press, not bothering to hook a leg on the barely conscious Giselle, easily picking up the…
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THRENOO!
Reaching under the bottom rope, Liberty wraps her palms around an ankle of Ayala and tugs Marisol off then completely out of the ring, saving the Greater Good, for the moment.
Landing on her boot soles on the arena floor, the San Juan native is instantly gutted by a toe kick from the American Idol. Liberty pulls Marisol’s lowered head into a front facelock and violently sends Diamonds to the deck with a spinning neckbreaker.
Leaving the wreckage, The Lady climbs in under the bottom rope and helps Giselle to her feet. The brunette’s condition makes it a struggle and by the time Liberty’s successful, a wincing Marisol is rising. Deciding to ask forgiveness later instead of permission, the National Treasure grabs her partner by a wrist and the scruff of her neck. She bum rushes the wide-eyed Princess up and over the ropes, Giselle SMASHING into Diamonds with a perfect crossbody splash courtesy the blonde heroine, both Marisol and Giselle left in a motionless heap.
With the match reduced to a one-on-one, Liberty turns to a risen Luisa, Campos leaning heavily against the far ropes, an arm slung across her tawny midriff, wincing at the slightest of movements after the chair-enhanced Splash Mountain she absorbed from Giselle moments earlier.
When Pearls ambles away from the cables, Liberty charges, ready to end things with a Patriot Missile. But as the blonde closes, Luisa dips and sinks her talons into The Lady’s bosom, vaulting the American Idol HIGH, then bringing her CRASHING to the canvas with her partner’s infamous Puta Bomb.
Puta Bomb ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=SrrQQi7QCG8 )
Pin pre-made, a seated Campos wrapping her arms around the waist of a demolished Liberty, the Brazilian holds on for the…
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THRENOOO!
The Girl From All 50 States shoves a shoulder up to the complete astonishment of Pearls and Castle. Nick holds up two fingers before an aghast Campos. Luisa sweeps the raven locks off her face, dark eyes wide with amazement.
Rolling to the edge of the ring and out, Campos takes a knee and searches under the apron, quickly returning to the ring with another steel folding chair. She moves to a softly stirring Liberty and sets the chair next to the splayed frame of her foe.
Surrounding the head of the National Treasure with both hands, she pulls Liberty to her feet then uses the blonde’s shoulder-length locks to turn the slack Liberty so the grapplers are back to back, Luisa retaining her grip on the flaxen follicles over a shoulder.
Pearls maneuvers her flaccid foe so the chair is between them then lays out, delivering a modified Pearl Necklace to the National Treasure, the crowd groaning in sympathy and alarm at the sight of the enriched neckbreaker.
Pearl Necklace ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=9vd3zwPihpk )
Luisa slowly turns to review the wreckage. She slides the remnants of the bent steel away, presses Liberty flat to the canvas and crawling aboard in an arrogant full body pin, smushing a cheek of the blonde against the mat in addition to her shoulders for the…
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THREEEE!
Campos sighs deeply, an evil grin emerging as the announcer makes things official.
“Your winners, Marisol Ayala and Luisa Campos…Diamonds and Pearls!”
The words reanimate Ayala on the outside and she uses Giselle as a base from which to push to her feet and roll into the ring.
Too spent to do any more than allow Diamonds to pull her up, Pearls joins her partner in posing in a standing straddle over the insensate Liberty, each brunette grabbing the inner wrist of the other and holding it high.
Luisa calls for a microphone and one is tossed, Campos snatching it out of the air.
“This dumb gringa isn’t the only one destined to be stretched out at my feet. There’s another I’ve made a shadow of her former self. And then has the stupidity to enter our tag team division with another has-been. She should have learned to cower in a corner until her contract ran out. Soon, she’ll be wishing she had."
“Tonight’s next match at All Hallows’ Evil is a Madhouse Munitions tag team match. Any weapons the combatants can find are perfectly legal and their use is wholly encouraged.”
The murmur in the crowd rises considerably and more so when the first chords of America the Beautiful course through the speakers.
Immediately concerned for women who religiously respect the rulebook, the proud Floridians surrounding the battlefield nevertheless rise not only out of respect for their country but out of excitement at the arrival of the wrestler who so beautifully encompasses everything good about the Land of the Free.
Their hearts are filled with pride and eyes filled with an athletic, blonde beauty in stars-n-stripes, Lady Liberty emerging from stage right. The flaring spotlights zero in on her immediate location. She smiles without hesitation, blue eyes like sapphire, curls spun from gold. She stands with one foot crossed lightly and slightly in front the other, one hand placed upon a curvy hip as she salutes crisply with the other.
LADY LIBERTY
Salutation delivered and love returned, the Girl of Every State turns back to whence she came.
Ethereal chimes draw echoing cheers in that direction, the music transporting everyone in the arena to a faraway place and time and to a person who’d become a vital member of the Greater Good.
Giselle’s Theme ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=oEBNIzOIbVs ) by Lindsey Stirling
The sight of the fresh-faced brunette pushes the volume louder still. The Disney-adjacent royalty striding to her likewise beloved teammate at center stage. The dark-haired beauty wears what can only be called FAWNticized Sleeping Beauty gear.
( www.amiclubwear.com/costume-storybook-jj1-4615sultrysnow.html ) red boots instead of pumps.
PRINCESS GISELLE
If the women are concerned with the rules for tonight’s mayhem, or lack thereof, they don’t show it. Instead, the appetizing pair of Greater Good gals (before the main course of the World Champion California Angel) travel the aisle, reaching out and slapping offered hands and exchanging warm hugs on occasion.
The Woman called Liberty wears about her sublimely sporty frame the colors of her country, a spandex version of the American Flag snugly fitting around her every crowd-pleasing curve. The sports top was white, the torch of liberty aflame in red across her bosom, sapphire boy-cut briefs decorated with a smattering of stars, her elbow pads a dazzling blue while her boots are a radiant red. She wears these colors with obvious pride amidst no irony or cynicism and it’s impossible for the patriotic FAWNatics in attendance to not love her for it.
Beside the blonde, the radiant Princess joins her partner on the trek to the ring, keeping even with the Lady’s pace. Liberty is handed a microphone as she ascends the steel steps and both paragons slip into the ring, The Lady leading the way.
The announcer beats her to the verbal punch.
“First, from your land and my land, Lady Liberty, and hailing from the Magic Kingdom, the stunning Belle of the Brawl Princess Giselle. Together they are Greater Good.”
The crowd demonstrates its approval with a loud ovation, the roars only growing when Giselle lifts a silver wand high and blasts a glitter bomb into the air above. A beaming Lady Liberty waits patiently for the cheers to lower in volume to offer her words of wisdom.
“Just to make something clear, the stipulations of this match were decided for us by Diamonds and Pearls. Unfortunately for them, they don’t seem to understand the Princess and I will fight fire with fire like any hot-blooded American!”
The Lady drops her mic and pumps a fist, heading to GG’s assigned corner to wait for their foes.
A set of guitar strings and drums cascade through the speakers with a decidedly Latin beat.
It’s a familiar sound, particularly for those increasingly familiar with the Brazilian who first defended the Platinum Pixie against the perilous Violyt Goodheart only to abandon Kylie at the worst possible moment. Pearls proceeded to destroy Sanders in an infamous face-to-face match-up that led to a post-match humiliation of Kylie as bad any she ever endured, even by the cruel standards laid upon her Girl Scout incarnation.
The announcer takes the early option, introducing the Greater Good’s opponents over the raining boos from the crowd.
“And their opponents. From San Juan, Puerto Rico and Rio de Janeiro, Brazil respectively, Marisol Ayala and Luisa Campos. Together they are… DIAMONDS AND PEARLS!”
MARISOL AYALA
LUISA CAMPOS
Ayala takes the lead among the badass brunettes as they burst through the curtains and waste no time in marching to the ring. The taller, curvier half of D&P is clad in a black velvet fightin’ two-piece, the bottoms high-waisted, the bikini top for the moment at least partially obscured by her unzipped, diamond studded black leather jacket—though Marisol’s impressive cleavage is in no way disguised. Around the Puerto Rican beauty’s neck is a narrow black choker, with white pads and boots completing the look.
Campos sports a one piece—also in black velvet, with a keyhole design that bears her cleavage, more modest than her partner’s, but no less eye catching. There are no shoulder straps with this design; instead, a string of pearls loops around her neck, connecting to the velvet just above that keyhole opening to hold the garment in place. Like her partner, she too sports white pads and boots. But Luisa also wears a pair of elbow length opera style gloves, and instead of a leather jacket, she wears an exceedingly long, black ring cape, its tail trailing behind her by a number of feet.
Luisa pays the audience no attention as she strides toward the ring, nose ever so slightly upturned and a sneer on her lips. Still, the deliberateness of her march and the swish of her hips illustrates how much she’s aware and enjoys being the center of attention, or at least sharing the spotlight with Marisol. Ayala not only acknowledges the crowd but has no issue jawing with them at each step to the ring.
The Puerto Rican again takes the lead in heading up the steps. She keeps climbing, claiming the near ring post. Marisol steps to the second rope, raising a defiant fist into the air.
Luisa moves to the center of the apron before sweeping through the ropes, her cape catching and trailing over the middle cable as she moves toward the middle. She grins like a cat eyeing a pair of mice in the Greater Good. Campos brings her hands to her shoulders and slips off the cape, allowing it to gather in a puddle behind her.
Marisol drops into the confines to join her partner in staring down the fan favorites.
Suddenly, D&P turn to plant a gaze hard-cam-side, Marisol raising her arms high and wide. Luisa dropping to one knee in front of her partner, the women making their presence felt in the arena and by those watching through the lens in front of them.
Each woman moves a thumb to her throat and draws it slowly across, a harrowing omen for the beloved blonde and brunette in the far corner.
Rising, Marisol and Luisa move to the buckles opposite GG and when Lady Liberty remains within to start the match, Campos quickly decides she’ll be the first to attack.
With the National Treasure’s head turned, Liberty still discussing strategy with her partner, Luisa races across the canvas prior to the bell, fingers joined in a double axhandle raised above her head. Campos sends the joined fists SLAMMING between Liberty’s shoulderblades, the blonde’s tanned body lurching forward, chest banging into the buckles.
Snatching the golden locks of The Lady, Luisa draws her foe out of the Greater Good corner to prevent an early tag. Campos pivots and sends Liberty flipping to a seat on the canvas with a hair mare then THUMPS a soccer kick into the base of the blonde’s spine.
The American Idol grimaces in pain her backbone arching.
Pearls curls one palm under Liberty’s chin the other over the crown of her foe’s head and tries to twist the flaxen-haired fighter’s head off her shoulders with a nasty chinlock.
Marisol shouts from the sidelines, asking Castle to see if Liberty wants to submit. Nick ignores the request even as The Lady forces up to her feet despite Luisa’s best efforts, Campos shaking her head in disbelief as she loses control. Liberty turns to face her adversary when reaching vertical, only to be GUTTED by a raised knee to her navel from Pearls.
The doubled and gasping National Treasure draws in a deep, raspy breath in front of the grinning Brazilian grappler. Campos, a catfighter at heart, sinks both sets of nails into Liberty’s mane and sits out, BUSTING the American Idol’s features into the thinly-sheathed plywood.
With Liberty laid out between her outstretched legs, Luisa maintains her grip on The Lady’s locks and SCRUBS the blonde’s face into the canvas, drawing a chirp of pain from the Greater Good’s founder and jeers from the FAWNatics.
Campos draws Liberty’s chin onto her crotch and encircles the American Idol’s noggin between her legs, Pearls applying her version of Ivy Armstrong’s Southern Charm, bringing hers from the Southern Hemisphere. As Campos squeeezes Liberty red-faced, she calls to Marisol.
“A little help, mami.”
Ayala nods and drops to the floor where a garbage can full of weaponry has been made available, the Greater Good with a similar stash. Diamonds pulls out a kendo stick and rolls it to her partner. Latching on at either end, Luisa STUFFS it between the open maw of the blonde, making Liberty chew on the bamboo even as her braincase is pressed between the sinewy, satiny thighs of Luisa.
“Now…you can ask her,” Campos informs.
With the terrible position of the National Treasure, Castle questions if the blonde’s willingness to continue remains. A slight shake of the head and a grunt in the negative convinces Pearls something more is necessary. She unhooks her scissors and pulls her weapon loose from being Liberty’s bridle.
Luisa rises and winds up, CRAAACKING the weapon across the tanned back of The Lady, forcing the Girl from All 50 States to arch in agony, her face etched in pain.
THWACK. THWACK. THWACK.
Showing the vile ruthlessness she displayed in demolishing and humiliating Kylie Sanders into the sympathy of the fans if not their good graces, Campos only relents after a five spot, gleefully tossing the stick aside to call for something new.
Marisol rummages under the ring apron instead of pulling from the metal container and shoves a chair under the bottom rope. Luisa plucks it off the canvas as Liberty struggles to hand and knees. She sets the folding metal down as if ready to take a seat, but instead circles behind the blonde and punts Liberty between the legs. With the blonde frozen, baby blues welling, Luisa forces Liberty’s head down atop the chair and heads for the D&P corner.
Climbing to the top, Luisa spins toward her target when she feels a tap on her leg. Turning, she sees a sheepish Ayala shrugging.
“I want my piece too,” Diamonds pleads.
Pearls rolls her dark pools but otherwise offers an abrupt “alright”. Still, she leaps from her perch, legs extended in guillotine-like fashion toward the seatpan of the chair and the head and neck atop it.
Thankfully for anyone hoping for Lady Liberty’s wrestling career to continue, the blonde’s able to push out of range, leaving only the abandoned chair as a landing spot for the Brazilian and what’s become her folly. Luisa CRASHES into the chair and ends in a mewling heap, body littered amidst the destroyed folding furniture.
On all fours, Liberty crawls toward the outstretched arm of Giselle, diving to slap hands with the Theme Park Monarch. The energetic Princess bounds over the top cable with what appears to be a metal cookie sheet in her hands. She rushes toward a charging Diamonds. The resident of the Magic Kingdom takes the literal low road, dropping into a baseball slide that cuts Marisol’s long legs out from under her, the Puerto Rican faceplanting from what might be called a modified drop toe hold.
As Ayala rises to her knees and checks on her beak, Giselle approaches from behind, mounting Marisol with a standing head scissors. With Diamond’s head trapped between her legs, Giselle drops the thin steel in front of Ayala then drops to her knees, RAMMING Marisol’s face into the sheet with a facebuster that shows the Greater Good is willing to play rough to survive All Hallows’ Evil.
Kneeling Facebuster ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=3-Ox6jqRXig ) 00:15
Marisol’s flattened, face-down frame twitches beneath the kneeling Princess. Giselle moves to her foe’s side and rolls the semi-conscious Diamonds to a spreadeagle, Ayala staring blankly at the rafters even after the Belle of the Brawl perpendicularly presses her opponent down for a pin and the…
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Pearls starts to enter for the save but she’s too late. Luckily for the tardy Luisa, Marisol digs deep to shove a shoulder up and keep the hopes of D&P alive at...
THRNOOOO!
The resident of the Magic Kingdom casts a glance in the direction of the referee. Castle holds two fingers high and Giselle nods in acceptance. She hauls the bigger brunette to vertical to continue casting her spell on Diamonds, but Marisol shoves the Princess on a shoulder and into a 180-degree spin.
Suddenly facing away from her foe, the Theme Park Monarch uses her position to her advantage, reaching over a shoulder and collecting Marisol’s head in a ¾ facelock. Vaulting into a backflip, Giselle draws the Puerto Rican with her, NAILING the back of Marisol’s skull into the canvas with a nimble Shiranui.
Shiranui ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=uWoVOJtppBc )
Ending on her knees above the head of the dazed Diamonds, Giselle takes a moment to realize just how well she hit the maneuver. She scrambles to a lateral press on Marisol, hooking a leg for good measure to get the…
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Ayala kicks free, shoving Giselle to her haunches. The baby-faced brunette turns to her partner this time and a recovered Liberty motions for a tag. The Belle of the Brawl takes no chances of an escape, tugging the reeling Marisol to her feet and drawing her to Greater Good territory. She reaches to her golden-maned counterpart and tags in The Lady.
Switching for each other, it’s a clean exchange and the American Idol takes control with a grip on Ayala’s right wrist and shoulder. She heaves Diamonds to a neutral corner with an Irish Whip, Ayala turning into a back-first collision with the buckles. On her foe a second behind, Liberty leaps, landing on the planks of Ayala’s upper legs, her fingers locking behind the neck of the Puerto Rican.
The National Treasure leans back and lays outs, launching the brunette in a sky-high monkey flip, Marisol landing hard on her tailbone. Diamonds reflexively reaches for her cheeks as Liberty kips to her feet. The blonde hits the ropes behind the faltering Ayala and rebounds, flipping over the right shoulder of her seated adversary, grabbing Marisol’s head on the fly-by.
Liberty POUNDS the Puerto Rican’s face into the deck between Marisol’s extended legs, the folded frame of the brunette springing open after impact.
The Girl from All 50 States passes on the pin attempt this time, instead skipping over the splayed Ayala and leaping into the middle rope while grabbing the top. Liberty gracefully backflips out of the springboarding cables and CRUSHES Ayala’s midriff with a perfectly executed Merica-sault.
Merica-Sault ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=6ReZL3ICiEo )
Liberty hooks a leg and pivots to a seat on Marisol’s chest for the…
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THRNOOO!
Taking no chances, a flustered Pearls enters in time to spill Liberty from her pin, likely saving D&P from defeat. The Lady kips to her feet and is immediately ready to block the incoming right cross from the ascending Luisa. With her foe’s punch parried, Liberty pounds a right to the Brazilian’s jaw, staggering Campos. Pearls fires back but is again thwarted before being BLASTED to the deck with a balled right hand from the blue-eyed, blonde heroine.
With both Diamonds and Pearls laid out side-by-side, Liberty skips over the pair, leaps into the ropes again, and AGAIN hits the Merica-sault, this time two for the price of one.
Liberty doesn’t bother pulling out the illegal woman from beneath her, deciding to pin both. A quick-thinking Giselle bounds to the top of the buckles in the GG corner and SPLASHES atop friend and foe alike, sandwiching her partner between but doubling up on the breath-blasting force.
With each Greater Good gal piled atop the splattered brunettes, Castle slaps the canvas for the…
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Marisol and Luisa shove the fan favorites off with Nick’s hand a foot from the third slap.
Before the zebra can start sorting legal participants from their counterparts, Giselle snatches the right arm of Pearls and tugs the brunette to her feet. She runs Luisa to the ropes and heaves her over the top, Campos crashing to the floor below.
As the Disney-adjacent Princess heads to the exit at Castle’s guiding, Liberty pulls Marisol to her feet, turns and races to the ropes. She u-turns out of the cables, loading up for her signature Patriot Missile, the running, leaping uppercut that had blown up many on the roster. But Diamonds dips and catches Liberty, arms wrapping around her foe’s tanned thighs. Ayala pivots and plants with a ring-rattling spinebuster that has the American Idol cradling the back of her skull, her boot soles pattering against the canvas.
Deciding the returned Luisa’s call to enter is a better option than pressing her advantage, Diamonds staggers to the D&P corner and slaps hands with her steely-eyed Brazilian teammate. Pearls enters but not alone. She dumps a black velvet bag of tacks on the canvas next to Liberty then dips and collects her foe, peeling the National Treasure off the deck and scooping The Lady onto her right shoulder.
With a simple body slam becoming a much more dangerous proposition, the snarling Pearls readies delivery when Liberty begins pounding elbows into Luisa’s temple. Slowly, the Rio native loses her grip, Lady L sliding down behind.
As Campos spins to put her flaxen-haired target back in sight, she’s gutted by a toe kick to the tummy from the American Idol. With a bug-eyed Luisa frozen, it’s Liberty’s turn to dip and scoop, but unlike Pearls, she’s able to follow through, SLAMMING Luisa’s back into the tack-laden mat.
Luisa reacts as if 10,000 volts are coursing through her body as she’s made a pin cushion by the National Treasure. Campos reflexively flops like a fish out of water, only sending more tacks into her arms and legs with the flailing. Finally, she rolls out like she’s on fire, Marisol trying to swipe her hands across Luisa’s back and backside to relieve her of most of the pins.
As Diamonds performs minor surgery on her partner, an inspired Giselle collects the lid of Greater Good’s garbage can and races around the corner of the arena floor. She whistles at the dark-haired duo then tosses the lid at her opponents. Marisol manages to catch the steel disc before it can hit either herself or Pearls, but she doesn’t count on the charging Theme Park Monarch soaring into a perfect dropkick that sends the lid SLAMMING into Ayala’s face. The impact and that of the back of her braincase BANGING off the thinly-padded floor, leaves Diamonds a semi-conscious shell.
Above, Liberty is racing to enter the fray. She dives between the top and middle ropes, planning to demolish Luisa in a Greater Good twofer. But Campos dives out of the way while simultaneously pulling Giselle into her partner’s path and a wide-eyed National Treasure mistakenly lowers the boom on the Belle of the Brawl. The Princess is sent sprawling into the steel barricade, the collision leading to the Disney-adjacent royalty puddling at its base.
Liberty comes out of the dive in better shape than her partner. The blonde lowers to one knee, checking on her teammate, allowing the lethal Luisa to dip into her can of tricks. She pulls a two-foot length of chain from the container. Sneaking from the American Idol’s six, Campos strikes, shifting the links over Liberty’s head and drawing it tight to the blonde’s throat.
The baby blues of the National Treasure bulge, her face growing rosy as the oxygen is cut from the makeshift garrote. Liberty tries desperately to slip her fingers beneath to create some slack, but a growling Pearls won’t allow it. Liberty’s able to rise to her feet, choking and gasping. With her Brazilian foe behind her, she backpedals into the apron, forcing Luisa’s spine into the edge. Campos’ advantage melts away as her arms fall, but the Girl of All 50 States can only stagger away, rubbing at her neck, uneasily drawing breaths.
Topside, Castle is forced to wait for the maelstrom to reenter since there are no countouts in tonight’s free-for-all.
Below the zebra, Pearls wraps the steel links around a right fist and waits for Liberty to turn in her direction. She charges the blonde hardbody with punch drawn but The Lady ducks under the swing and sends Luisa flipping up and over with a back body drop, Campos’ spine CRASHING to the thinly-padded concrete.
Ready to bring fire to fire, Liberty searches the can, stirring through the remaining contents. She tosses out a shovel, a spray can and a riding crop, apparently plundered from Portia’s former locker. Passing on all three, she investigates under the ring apron and pulls out a table to the FAWNatics’ delight.
With the three other grapplers in recovery mode, The American Idol sets her folding furniture next to the apron’s edge and turns to survey. With Diamonds reaching her feet, it’s an easy decision for Liberty, the flaxen-haired fighter snuggling close to Marisol from behind. With one hand around a hip and the other behind the opposite leg, The Lady lifts a startled Ayala off the deck. Up and over Diamonds goes CRASHING through the table courtesy of Liberty’s Red Glare.
Red Glare ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=2lC7zCDdnz8 )
Face down and out cold amongst the splinters, Marisol’s deadweight becomes difficult to maneuver for The Lady. With Giselle’s help, she wedges Ayala vertically against the apron and together they shove Diamonds in, sharing a high five on the success. Unfortunately for the Greater Good, Campos is alive and kicking, grabbing each from behind with stereo handfuls of hair.
Luisa draws the heads of both competitors back and BANGS coconuts together, Giselle flattened to the arena floor by the connection while Liberty flops against the apron’s edge, azure pools glazed.
Pearls slides into the ring and tries to stir her partner with limited success. Grabbing a wrist, she drags Diamonds cavewoman-style to the now empty GG corner then glances down into her foes’ receptacle. Apparently liking what she sees, Luisa dips between the cables and drops to the floor. Rummaging, she emerges with a tennis racket, confirming the VanBuren locker must have an ‘All Items Must Go’ sign above it.
Luisa sprints around the ring, gathering speed for a forceful forehand. She reaches the duo with Liberty helping Giselle to her feet. It’s the brunette with the view of the fast-approaching Campos. She ducks the swing. Awkwardly, this allows the head of the racket to go all ‘waffle iron’ on Liberty’s face, knocking the blonde flat to the cement.
Luisa hovers over the splayed Lady with her warped racket, letting verbal arrows fly. She turns with weapon poised to find the Belle of the Brawl, but the Princess used the time to pull another chair from beneath the ring. She shoves the upper rim DEEP into the brunette’s belly, doubling over a gasping Pearls. Placing the hardware aside, Giselle heaves Luisa back into the ring, Campos ending the roll on her back, hugging her midriff.
The Theme Park Monarch snatches the steel chair and slides in after, THWAPPPING it down across Luisa’s chest after rising. With her foe debilitated and the legality of team members thrown out the window from Castle’s growing indifference, the Princess heads for the nearest buckles. She climbs with the chair still in her possession. Turning, Giselle takes off from Splash Mountain, going froggy on Luisa’s ass with the metal enhancement beneath her.
Splash Mountain ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=JzsnTKwEFSc )
The Disney-adjacent royalty DESTROYS Campos to the roar of the crowd. Good restored by Giselle. The brunette doesn’t bother pulling the chair from between, remaining atop the wrecked Pearls for the…
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A revivified Diamonds breaks up the pin at 2 7/8 with a double axhandle between Giselle’s shoulderblades.
Perhaps realizing Castle’s willing to accept any three-count he can take, Marisol spins Giselle to her back and grabs the wrists of her foe, lifting the upper half of the Princess off the canvas so she can proceed to repeatedly stomp away at the Giselle’s chest.
Inverted Surfboard Stomps ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=f04hoJCrtt4 )
Keeping hold of one wrist, Ayala tugs Giselle off the canvas and sets the wobbling, dazed Princess in front of the remaining tacks. The bigger brunette takes off for the ropes and rebounds, surging toward her wavering target and NAILING Giselle with a Big Boot to the chin that sends the Belle of the Brawl’s back SLAMMING against the pins; the howling, writhing Princess joining Luisa as a human pin cushion.
Plucking the yelping Giselle off the canvas, Marisol pivots and sends the brunette racing the short distance to the nearest buckles, the Theme Park Monarch’s chest SLAMMING into the corner from short range. The Princess stumbles away from the collision in a slow, staggering backpedal, which Ayala steps around.
Diamonds leaps onto the middle buckle and u-turns into a Superman Punch to Giselle’s jaw that lays the Belle of the Brawl out cold in a starfish at the Puerto Rican’s feet. Marisol drops to a lateral press, not bothering to hook a leg on the barely conscious Giselle, easily picking up the…
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THRENOO!
Reaching under the bottom rope, Liberty wraps her palms around an ankle of Ayala and tugs Marisol off then completely out of the ring, saving the Greater Good, for the moment.
Landing on her boot soles on the arena floor, the San Juan native is instantly gutted by a toe kick from the American Idol. Liberty pulls Marisol’s lowered head into a front facelock and violently sends Diamonds to the deck with a spinning neckbreaker.
Leaving the wreckage, The Lady climbs in under the bottom rope and helps Giselle to her feet. The brunette’s condition makes it a struggle and by the time Liberty’s successful, a wincing Marisol is rising. Deciding to ask forgiveness later instead of permission, the National Treasure grabs her partner by a wrist and the scruff of her neck. She bum rushes the wide-eyed Princess up and over the ropes, Giselle SMASHING into Diamonds with a perfect crossbody splash courtesy the blonde heroine, both Marisol and Giselle left in a motionless heap.
With the match reduced to a one-on-one, Liberty turns to a risen Luisa, Campos leaning heavily against the far ropes, an arm slung across her tawny midriff, wincing at the slightest of movements after the chair-enhanced Splash Mountain she absorbed from Giselle moments earlier.
When Pearls ambles away from the cables, Liberty charges, ready to end things with a Patriot Missile. But as the blonde closes, Luisa dips and sinks her talons into The Lady’s bosom, vaulting the American Idol HIGH, then bringing her CRASHING to the canvas with her partner’s infamous Puta Bomb.
Puta Bomb ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=SrrQQi7QCG8 )
Pin pre-made, a seated Campos wrapping her arms around the waist of a demolished Liberty, the Brazilian holds on for the…
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The Girl From All 50 States shoves a shoulder up to the complete astonishment of Pearls and Castle. Nick holds up two fingers before an aghast Campos. Luisa sweeps the raven locks off her face, dark eyes wide with amazement.
Rolling to the edge of the ring and out, Campos takes a knee and searches under the apron, quickly returning to the ring with another steel folding chair. She moves to a softly stirring Liberty and sets the chair next to the splayed frame of her foe.
Surrounding the head of the National Treasure with both hands, she pulls Liberty to her feet then uses the blonde’s shoulder-length locks to turn the slack Liberty so the grapplers are back to back, Luisa retaining her grip on the flaxen follicles over a shoulder.
Pearls maneuvers her flaccid foe so the chair is between them then lays out, delivering a modified Pearl Necklace to the National Treasure, the crowd groaning in sympathy and alarm at the sight of the enriched neckbreaker.
Pearl Necklace ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=9vd3zwPihpk )
Luisa slowly turns to review the wreckage. She slides the remnants of the bent steel away, presses Liberty flat to the canvas and crawling aboard in an arrogant full body pin, smushing a cheek of the blonde against the mat in addition to her shoulders for the…
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Campos sighs deeply, an evil grin emerging as the announcer makes things official.
“Your winners, Marisol Ayala and Luisa Campos…Diamonds and Pearls!”
The words reanimate Ayala on the outside and she uses Giselle as a base from which to push to her feet and roll into the ring.
Too spent to do any more than allow Diamonds to pull her up, Pearls joins her partner in posing in a standing straddle over the insensate Liberty, each brunette grabbing the inner wrist of the other and holding it high.
Luisa calls for a microphone and one is tossed, Campos snatching it out of the air.
“This dumb gringa isn’t the only one destined to be stretched out at my feet. There’s another I’ve made a shadow of her former self. And then has the stupidity to enter our tag team division with another has-been. She should have learned to cower in a corner until her contract ran out. Soon, she’ll be wishing she had."