Post by hawkeye on Dec 8, 2021 1:34:40 GMT
A catchy set of guitars and drums had just started wafting through the FAWN Arena when the Announcer resumed his duties. “Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall with a thirty minute time limit. Introducing first, hailing from San Juan, Puerto Rico and Rio de Janeiro, Brazil respectively and weighing in tonight at a combined total of two hundred and fifty seven pounds, they are Marisol Ayala and Luisa Campos, DIAMONDS & PEARLS!”
This combination of percussion and proclamation earned nothing but disgust from the crowd, many of whom counted themselves among the fans of those abused and embarrassed by D&P over the last several months. Not that the hostile welcome did a damned thing to the resolve of the dastardly dark-haired duo, indeed they were already basking in the hatred when they stormed through the curtain shortly thereafter.
MARISOL AYALA:
LUISA CAMPOS:
“Tonight we finish the has-been and her weirdo friend.” Luisa told Marisol as she raised a fist for her friend. “And once they’re in the trash we go after Burlingame and Treymane. Those shyt-bags have something that belongs to us.”
Diamonds returned the knuckle bump and answered, “Not for long.”
Eager to carve through the crap blocking their path to the Tag Team titles, Diamonds & Pearls started down the ramp with the former serving as vanguard for the latter. The taller, curvier half of D&P sported 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 was in no way disguised. Around the Puerto Rican beauty’s neck was a narrow black choker, with white pads and boots completing the look.
As for Campos, she was decked out in a one-piece—also in black velvet, with a keyhole design that bared her cleavage, more modest than her partner’s, but no less eye catching. There were 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 chose white pads and boots. But Luisa also wore a pair of elbow length opera style gloves, and instead of a leather jacket, she chose an exceedingly long, black ring cape, its tail trailing behind her by a number of feet.
Luisa paid the sub-humanoid mouthbreathers no attention as she strode 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 illustrated how much she’s aware of and enjoyed being the center of attention, or at least sharing the spotlight with Marisol. Ayala not only acknowledged the crowd, she had no issue jawing with them every step of the way.
The Puerto Rican again takes the lead in heading up the steps. She kept climbing, claiming the near ring-post. Marisol stepped onto the second rope, raising a defiant fist into the air.
Meanwhile Luisa moved to the center of the apron before sweeping through the ropes, her cape catching and trailing over the middle cable as she moved toward the middle. She grinned like a cat awaiting the arrival of two delicious, albeit crippled canaries. Still smiling, she brought her hands to her shoulders and slipped off the cape, allowing it to gather in a puddle behind her.
Marisol dropped into the confines of the squared circle and posted up behind her partner, a not so subtle reminder of the challenge facing anyone who dared oppose Luisa’s whims. Without warning Ayala raised her arms high and wide while Luisa dropped to one knee, the brunette bombshells showing off their amassed firepower before it was unleashed on the hapless morons waiting on the other side of the curtain.
“And their opponents, hailing from Pleasant Valley, Iowa and Dunwich, Massachusetts respectively, and weighing in tonight at a combined total of two hundred and thirty-six pounds. Please welcome KYLIE SANDERS AND EMILY WEST!”
The sound of Iggy Azalea gettin’ ‘Fancy’ alerted the FAWNatics that the inexplicably effective ‘What If?’ tag team of 2021 was still going strong and looking to add more wins to their record as the calendar raced toward the new year.
Sanders and West came through the curtains with the blonde in the lead by several steps, in fact Em had to lunge after the blonde and clamp a hand on one shoulder to keep the Pleasant Valley Princess from rushing the ring then and there.
KYLIE SANDERS:
EMILY WEST:
“Calm. Down.” West murmured to the fuming Iowan. “She’s lived in your head rent-free for far too long, Kylie. That ends tonight.”
Sanders shrugged the brunette’s hand loose, but she made no attempt to rush ahead. “You know what she did to me.” Ky murmured. “Don’t tell me to calm down.”
“That’s precisely why you need to steady your nerves. Anger makes you sloppy, Ky. Always has. Take a deep breath, draw on some of that, ahem, Vanilla Chill, and assess the situation. A little discretion now means you can fully enjoy the dissection later.”
Kylie took a deep breath, let it out slow. “I’ll try.” she replied. “But no promises.”
“Fair enough. Shall we?”
“We shall.”
Kylie started forward and this time Emily matched her pace, the odd-couple veteran pair offering the aisle-side fans only the occasional nod as their attention was primarily focused on the looming threat of Diamonds & Pearls. For tonight’s battle with the brat who’d abandoned, then humiliated her, Sanders drew on inspiration from her original gear with a multi-strapped, yellow-gold sports bra topside and black boy-cut shorts with matching boots and pads. As for the Amazing Academic, she wore 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.
Hopping onto the apron in stereo, Sanders and West stared down D&P until they were certain the brunettes would await the opening bell. Then they dipped through the ropes and claimed the center of the ring as their own, with Kylie raising her arms in a jaunty ‘V’ while Em raised an index finger and tapped her temple so the crowd could chant I’M… SO… SMART!
Emily and Kylie were still talking strategy when the bell sounded, which meant Luisa Campos was perfectly within her rights to stalk to the middle of the ring and demand, “Get your ass out here you doddering old skank! You think what I did to you last time was bad? The tech team’s gonna have to bust out the censor bars before this match is over!”
Sanders growled low in the back of her throat and lunged out of the corner only to stop when Emily grabbed her by the arm. “Remember what I said, Kylie.”
The blonde grimaced, then nodded, so West let her go. “I’ll remember.”
“Say it back to me.”
Kylie took a deep breath, let it out slow. “I’m better than Luisa Campos.”
“What was that, hag?” Luisa snapped. “Better not keep me waiting!”
Sanders whipped around, took several steps forward and barked, “Are you deaf or just stupid? I said I’m BETTER than Luisa Campos.”
Pearls bared her teeth in disgust when the crowd seemed to agree with the veteran’s assessment. “You are not better than me, fossil.” the brunette murmured. “And trust me when I say you are absolutely the dumbest puta in this match.”
On that note she hit full reverse into the D&P corner and offered her hand to Marisol Ayala, who clapped herself into the match without hesitation.
“Let me take this one, Ky.” Emily called from over the blonde’s shoulder. “You can take over once I’ve worn her--”
The Pleasant Valley Princess rushed forward showing Lock-Up only to strike low instead, Sanders THWAPPING her heels into Ayala’s upper thighs with a Basement Dropkick that transformed Diamonds into an unwilling penitent! Knowing damned well she didn’t have a whole lot of time, Sanders scrambled to verticality, snatched a double handful of dark hair and jerked Marisol’s head down while simultaneously thun-thun-THUNKING rapid-fire Kneelifts into her opponent’s forehead!
There would’ve been plenty more if Ayala hadn’t swatted the next shot aside, then pressed both hands to the Iowan’s chest and sent her reeling back with a rough shove. “F*cking gnat.” she huffed. “Get your scrawny ass away from UUUNNNNGGHH!”
Kylie rushed forward, pivoted on her left foot and THWHUMPED the broadside of her right thigh into the Destroyer’s chest! Marisol crumpled to all fours so Sanders got up and ran the ropes to her left, the veteran blonde building up a good head of steam before she dropped to her back and flicked out her right leg for a kick that smashed into her opponent’s temple!
SLIDING KICK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=fJA7_0e6s58
The Sliding Kick sent Ayala to the canvas, but Kylie didn’t even have time to hook a Half Nelson before the big brunette clambered back to one knee. Taking a moment to stare a hole through the silently fuming Luisa Campos, Sanders sprinted into the ropes on Marisol’s six and caught the brunette’s noggin in a Side Headlock on her return pass. Just like that she hopped up and kicked both legs out front for a Running BulldoNO! Marisol slipped her right arm around the blonde’s waist and clamped down tight to hold Ky in place while she got to her feet. Placing her free hand against Kylie’s glutes, Ayala hoisted Sanders up onto her right shoulder and dropped down full force to THWHAM the Hawkeye on the back of her head and shoulders with a huge Backdrop Suplex!
BACKDROP SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=JzevqEWrTlI
“Yeah, that’s right! Crush her, Diamonds! Crush her like a bug!” Luisa was practically bouncing in place while her partner got up and stalked an angry circle around the flattened veteran. Taking Campos’ words to heart, Ayala backpedaled into the ropes, rushed out at full speed and went airborne to come THWHUMPING down across the blonde’s chest with a huge Splash!
Merle swooped in for what should’ve been a count only to discover there was nothing to be done because Ayala scraped Sanders off the deck without even attempting to pin her opponent. Shifting over to a Wristlock even as she pivoted Ky toward the D&P corner, Marisol stepped away, dropped a shoulder and sent Kylie sprinting into the dangerous side of town where she BWUUUNGED spine-first into the unyielding turnbuckles! Turning to Emily as soon as Sanders sagged against the buckles, Diamonds stomped forward with arms spread wide and taunted, “You want a piece of this, egghead? Let’s see what your old ass has--”
“Don’t bore me, Marisol.” West said without so much as raising her voice. “And you Merle, keep your attention on the opposite corner, please.”
Merle frowned and turned to the other side of the squared circle a couple heartbeats after Campos looped the tag rope around Kylie’s throat! “Hey! Knock that off, Luisa! Right now!”
Genuinely surprised by the ref’s rebuke, Pearls raised both hands and almost stumbled off the apron before regaining her grip on the tag rope.
Glowering at Emily while the zebra gave her partner an earful, Ayala snarled, “You think you’re f*cking smart, do ya?”
“No ‘think’ about it, Marisol. Try it yourself some time, you might realize there could be more to your career than playing heavy for a snippy little--”
Ayala had no interest in listening to whatever Em had to say so she whipped back ‘round and went hell bent for leather to the opposite corner where she hopped up and just CRUSHED Sanders against the buckles with a huge Avalanche Splash! “Scrawny puta.” Diamonds muttered to Sanders as she offered a hand to Luisa, who tagged herself in for some perfectly legal violence. “Did you really think you had a chance against us?”
Kylie was too breathless to answer so Marisol peeled her off the buckles, then spun the blonde around and went low to wedge her head between Ky’s thighs. Just like that she stood tall to hoist Sanders into a textbook Electric Chair while Campos scampered into a crouch on the top rope. “Back her up!” Luisa called after she rose to her full height. “Back that piece of crap up!”
Diamonds did as bade so Pearls could take to the sky, Campos stretching out sideways in mid-air to strike Sanders with a Crossbody that landed all the harder when Ayala toppled backward! Momentum rolled Luisa away from the cover but there was no feint this time, she got to all fours and threw herself atop the Iowan in a miniature Splash that kept Ky glued to the mat through Merle’s count of…
ONE…
TWO…
Sanders kicked out in time with ‘TWO!’, a show of defiance that earned cheers from the crowd and a scathing glare from the Brazilian Bombshell. “Haven’t you learned anything, puta?” Luisa sneered after yanking the former Vanilla Chill to boot-leather. “Resisting us doesn’t make you tough, it only hastens the end of your ca--”
“Huuhh… how the hell would you know?” Kylie grunted. “You don’t even HAVE a careNNNNGGGHHH!”
Campos stuffed a Toe Kick into the blonde’s gut, then circled around behind, grabbed Sanders’ right wrist and forced it back through her thighs Pumphandle-style. Taking a moment to drive a few Forearm Smashes across the nape of Kylie’s neck, Pearls pivoted around so her back was to West and her foe was looking to Marisol. In the next instant she forced her head beneath the Iowan’s left arm, then snagged a handful of waistband and hoisted Sanders skyward only to THWHUMP her down butt-first atop the Brazilian’s right knee!
PUMPHANDLE ATOMIC DROP:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=VkWBgIsG4Yg
Kylie wailed and shot up on tiptoe, one hand flying to her compacted backside while the other reached out in search of the ro-- Luisa juked around her, ran to the D&P corner to tag Marisol, then did an about face and raced back to Kylie to drive a shoulder into the veteran’s tummy with a nauseating Spear!
“Make her suffer, Marisol.” Campos sniffed as looked down on the starfished blonde. “Show her why trash will never measure up to Diamonds and Pearls.”
As the predatory Campos receded to the D&P corner under Merle’s supervision, the powerhouse of the team wrapped her hands around the head of the reeling Sanders and drew Kylie to her feet. Moving alongside the Platinum Pixie, Marisol vaulted the Hawkeye into the air and carried her on a shoulder to the nearest ropes where she dropped the calves of the blonde’s sinewy stems across the top cable. Ayala slingshotted the legs higher from the rebound and brought Kylie’s crotch swinging back down for a super-sized Atomic Drop.
A yelping Ky bunny hopped into the air, hands glued to undercarriage, face etched in agony from a second assault to her tailbone. With a slackjawed Sanders returned to earth and frozen from the continued buttocks battery, Ayala dipped, sent an arm between the quaking legs of the Pleasant Valley Princess, and scooped her foe onto a shoulder.
Before Diamonds could follow through with the slam, a writhing Kylie slide down the Puerto Rican’s back. Ky grabbed a shoulder and spun the bigger brunette to face her, throwing a right fist at Marisol’s jaw. But Ayala blocked the strike and delivered a pointed right elbow to the crown of Kylie’s skull, sending Sanders down to one knee.
Kylie’s only penitent for a moment, Marisol tugging the former Vanilla Chill to her feet and flinging her to the nearest corner, Sanders spinning into a rough back-first collision. Ayala followed behind, charging the faltering Pixie, but Kylie pulled her legs up, ready to ram dual boot soles into Marisol’s jaw.
A quick reaction from Ayala prevented it, Diamonds catching Sanders’ legs before they could connect. Ayala tossed the limb high and spun beneath them, catching them over her shoulders from behind. With a panicky Kylie shaking her head and ‘washing windows’ with her hands, Marisol RIPPED Sanders off her seat on the top buckle, waterwheel SLAMMING Ky face and chest first to the canvas.
WATERWHEEL SLAM OFF THE BUCKLES @ 00:51
www.youtube.com/watch?v=SevF_nbT4Lo
Ky finished facedown, her only movement an absent twitch.
From The D&P corner came a shout from Campos to the Amazing Academic.
“You’re supposed to be smart, and you tag with this garbage?!”
Emily ignored the Brazilian bully, instead encouraging her teammate to make it home and tag her in.
But Kylie’s finding it a challenge to push to all fours. Once she did, Marisol considered it a chance to collect her foe again. She peeled the ragged blonde off the deck and led her by a handful of silvery bob to the D&P corner where she slapped hands with Pearls. While Luisa entered, Marisol was noticeably slow to leave.
The vicious partners bullied the blonde halfway down the ropes and sent her sprinting to the far cables with a double Irish Whip. Ky rebounds toward the charging duo, the women with double Clotheslines drawn. However, the veteran managed to duck beneath. She surged to her second set of cables, bounding out again toward a turning D&P. The Platinum Pixie leapt into a Crossbody of both women but the duo easily countered the ill-advised attack with a catch and release, this of the double Fallaway Slam variety.
Kylie THUMPED against the deck from the stereo slam but used the momentum to roll her way out of the ring as the partners kipped to their feet in unison. Pearls scrambled after the departing Sanders as Marisol headed for the exit, but Campos couldn’t keep a wincing Ky inbounds.
The stumbling Hawkeye leaned heavily against the steel barricade behind her, head drooping. Tonight’s planned revenge had been anything but and the blonde looked spent. Luisa however, did not. She baseball slid under the bottom rope and took her assault to the outside. Grabbing a wrist of the blonde, she whipped Kylie the length of the ring toward the distant steel steps.
But before the fateful collision, Emily hurried around the corner and hooked elbows with the charging Sanders before she hit the metal edifice. The do-si-do sent Sanders racing back whence she came and Kylie sprang into a Dropkick firmly planted to Pearls’ chest, knocking the Rio native off her feet.
Scurrying under the bottom rope, Ky crawled to her corner where West was back and clutching the tag rope in expectation. The Platinum Pixie dove for a tag.
Instead of entering, Em dashed down the apron on the outside, leaping into a somersault off the deck and into a clueless Campos, knocking a risen Luisa flat under the tumbling airborne attack.
With Merle’s count rising, the Sensual Scholar plucked Pearls off the arena floor and stuffed her back in the ring. She followed quickly behind.
Emily drew Luisa off the canvas and positioned her like a sacrifice across the middle ropes of a neutral corner. Bouncing off the bottom rope, West leapt into a Diving Double Knee Drop that gutted the ebony-haired grappler, leaving her in a jumble at the base of the buckles.
DIVING DOUBLE KNEE DROP:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Nz3RZTmhuAQ
Instead of dragging a groaning Pearls out for a pin, the Summa Cum Laude of FAWN yanked Luisa to her feet and scooped the Brazilian brat onto her shoulders in a Fireman’s Carry. The crowd tensed with the thought Emily might be going for a Pleasant Valley Driver, but West had something else on her big brain. Em popped Pearls over her head while laying out and offering her knees to the plummeting Campos, Luisa again impaled with the Double-Knee Gutbuster.
DOUBLE KNEE GUTBUSTER @ 00:00
www.youtube.com/watch?v=xlzpJHTBhqI
The Queen of the Black Court scrambled atop the moaning, tummy-hugging Campos for the…
ONE…
TWO…
Pearls pushed out from beneath, moving a shoulder off the canvas, but Emily quickly slithered tight behind, capturing Campos in a mat-bound Cobra Clutch. She added a Bodyscissors around Luisa’s tawny waist to the lock topside and rattled the trapped Luisa violently from side to side.
“You were saying something about my IQ?” Emily asked. “You have youth, Miss Campos, and precious little else.”
Pearls squirmed and flailed but couldn’t find a way to get West off. She reached plaintively to Diamonds and Marisol answered the non-verbal call, entering and breaking the grip with a Double Axhandle blow to the crown of West’s skull.
Far from full strength, Kylie nevertheless was not one to let her newfound collaborator be mauled by the bigger brunette. As Ayala reached for West, Sanders rushed in from her side, NAILING Marisol in a shoulder and sending the Puerto Rican pinwheeling over the ropes, crashing off the apron and falling to the floor in a heap.
The Platinum Pixie helped West to her feet, their eyes meeting.
“Since you’re already here,” West said with the hint of a chuckle.
The veterans pulled a wobbly Luisa to her feet, stuffing her head between a shared Front Facelock and together they BLASTED Pearls with a double DDT, Luisa flipping through a headstand and skidding to a stop in a lifeless spreadeagle.
As the partners rose to survey, Emily directed Ky to their corner. A clearly disappointed Sanders headed for her station but was surprised when she realized the Amazing Academic was following her.
Slipping through the ropes, Ky found her shoulder lightly tapped by West.
“You didn’t think I was going to let Luisa out that easy, did you? Karma’s a bitch. And tonight, that bytch’s name is Kylie.”
“Under different circumstances I might take umbrage with such a statement.” Sanders smirked as she rejoined the action in the ring. “Tonight however…” she stomped over to Campos, grabbed an ankle and lifted that leg into the air as Emily mirrored her on the other side.
“Tonight you’re feeling vengeful?” the brunette asked.
“To put it mildly. Wishbone?”
West nodded. “In three, two, one…”
West and Sanders went up on tiptoe, then hopped / stomped away from one another to wrench Luisa’s legs into a vile split!
“AAAWWWW GAAAWD!” Pearls sobbed aloud as the jolt sat her up with both hands already pressed to her inner thighs. “Nasty old putas!” she snarled. “Get the f*ck offa meNGH! NGH! NGH! NGH! NNNHH!”
Not about to endure such sass from vulnerable prey, Ky & Em knocked Campos onto her back with a stereo Toe Kicks to the chest, then turned their attention to the younger wrestler’s inner thighs with a series of well-placed stomps. Sanders thought they were just finding their groove when Merle hurried over and said, “Enough of that, ladies. Emily, it’s time you got back to your corner.”
“Certainly, Merle. Just give me a moment…” Still holding a leg in each hand, West and Sanders spread the ‘V’ a little wider, then stepped through so that each teammate had a foot planted beside their opponent’s hips. With Luisa’s calves angled snugly across their thighs, blonde and brunette dipped forward into identical somersaults that peeled Campos off the mat and THAWHAMMED her down on the canvas much nearer to the middle of the ring. The Amazing Academic disengaged at once, quickly rolling under the bottom rope so Merle wouldn’t be distracted from Kylie throwing herself across Pearls’ chest for the…
TUMBLING LEG SLAM:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=2pdTiiE3dSo
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
Luisa kicked out with a half second to spare, her resilience earning a relieved sigh from Marisol, who had only just made it back to the D&P corner.
“Not so tuff now are you, cupcake?” Sanders chided as she peeled the Brazilian Bombshell off the mat. “That’s what happens to a no-talent punk who runs her mouth in the wrong direction.”
“Oh, kiss my ass, grandma.” Pearls groaned. “You’re one of the biggest shyt-talkers this place has ever WHOAHNNNGGHH!”
Kylie dropped a shoulder, stuffed it into Luisa’s tummy and wrapped her arms around the brunette’s upper thighs. But rather than return her to the deck immediately, the Iowan shot up on tiptoe just to go down on one knee, Kylie continuing to punish her opponent’s undercarriage with a quick Inverted Atomic Drop! Campos cried out, lurched around in a half circle and tried to head for home, but she only made it a couple steps before Ky grabbed hold of her waistband and reeled her right back in. Threading her right arm around Pearls’ waist while stuffing her head beneath the younger wrestler’s left armpit, Sanders braced her left hand against the back of Campos’ thigh and muscled her up onto the point of her right shoulder. Luisa wailed in distress and kicked her legs wildly, an effort that only succeeded in drawing attention to her squirming tush before Sanders swung her forward and down to THWHUMP that haughty Brazilian booty with a standard issue Atomic Drop.
Now it was Campos’ turn to shoot up on tiptoe, the brunette wincing and mincing in the wake of Ky’s concentrated-- “UUUNNGHH!”
The Pleasant Valley Princess sank into a crouch, laid claim to Luisa’s ankles and yanked them out from underneath to deposit Pearls on the canvas in a facedown sprawl. “You’ve been running your mouth an awful goddamned lot, little girl.” Sanders muttered as she settled into a straddle atop the back of her foe’s thighs. “I think it’s time you finally put all that noise to good use and tell all these people why Kylie Sanders is freakin’ legend.”
“Go f*ck yourself, puta.” Luisa spat at once. “I don’t waste my breath on lieSSEERRRRGGHH FAAAAAAAHHHK!”
Uproarious cheers from the FAWNatics when Sanders raised her right hand overhead, curved it into a claw and then smacked the wicked curve of thumb and forefinger into the deep crease the separated Campos’ left glute from her upper thigh! This was immediately followed by a second identical application, Kylie digging into the brunette’s right thigh to earn a loud shriek from her foe and an emphatic ‘FARM…HAND!’ from those assembled.
Cursing under her breath as she watched Luisa tug at her own hair to spread out the pain of the hold, Marisol Ayala bent down and slipped over the middle rope to-- “AAUUUGGGHH!” Diamonds had been so focused on Luisa and Kylie that she hadn’t noted Emily’s absence from the opposite corner. This lapse proved most costly because it meant that the Black Queen was able to make it around to D&P’s side of town just as the big brunette was making her illegal entry. Answering one bit of chicanery with another, West reached under the bottom rope, grabbed hold of Marisol’s ankle and pulled as hard as she could! Not only did this throw the Destroyer off balance, it crotched her against the rubber-coated steel with an eye-watering twaaaaaaaaang! Ayala lost her balance and went down with an awkward thud that made it child’s play for West to catch sturdy handfuls of togs and tresses.
A single sharp yank drew Diamonds under the bottom rope and onto the floor a few feet below, the awkward THUMP of her landing actually drawing Merle’s attention away from the legal competitors until Kylie snapped, “Eyes over here, dope! I don’t want you distracted when this brat starts tapping out!”
“F*CK OFF!” Pearls pushed up on one hand and reached back with the other, the suffering catfighter swiping and slashing the air in an attempt to get at the blonde’s face. “I’ll never submit to a puta like youUAAAARRRGGGGHHH!”
Ky eased her grip for a moment, then redoubled her efforts, the FAWN Original hunching forward to put every bit of her weight behind the claws ‘chewing’ at Campos’ inner thighs. “You sure about that, candy-ass?” Sanders huffed. “Doesn’t look like Marisol’s coming to save you this time!”
“I don’t need her to kick the shyt out of you!” Luisa shrieked in a brittle tone that suggested the exact opposite. Removing her hands from her hair so she could brace them against the canvas, Campos pushed her upper body off the mat and tried to slither out from under the veteran blonde. In this she was unsuccessful, but Luisa did manage to drag their combined weight a little bit closer to the ropes.
Several more seconds of strenuous straining convinced Kylie that Pearls wasn’t quite ready to give up yet, so she abruptly relinquished the Farm Hand in favor of a double handful of the Brazilian’s briefs, which she yanked up between Luisa’s glutes!
“BYTCH!” Campos sobbed aloud in the wake of the wicked wedgie. “You’re gonna f*cking pay for messing with UNGH!”
Sanders shut her up with a Double Axehandle to the small of the back, then scrambled into a crouch and looped her arms around the younger wrestler’s waist. Hands locked tight, the Pleasant Valley Princess muscled her burden off the mat, then arched backward in a slow motion bridge that picked up a whole lot of speed after she crested the apex and THWHUMPED Luisa down on the back of her head and shoulders. It wasn’t quite Over & Done, but it still earned a loud cheer from longtime Corps that couldn’t help but lend their voices to Merle when he counted out…
DEADLIFT GERMAN SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=xqC1XncQxkk
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO!
Campos popped her hips to escape the pin with perhaps a half second to spare. Ky turned a withering glare on the official but didn’t waste her breath on challenging the results. Rather she massaged the worst of the cramps from her hands before grabbing hold of Luisa’s ankles so she could draaaaaaaaaaaaag her toward the corner.
Sanders released one limb as she neared the Queen of the Black Court and slapped hands with her newfound friend. She handed an ankle over to Emily and departed under Merle’s good graces with a clean exchange.
West lifted Luisa’s left leg and landed a series of kicks to the aching hammy of the Brazilian, Campos squirming as West laid boot after boot to the back of Campos’ thigh.
With her soccer glory days at Miskatonic U successfully relived, Em twisted her body around the captured stem, plucking the opposite number off the canvas into a familiar Figure Four. But before the Sensual Scholar could lock in and lay out, Luisa sat up within range of snatching Emily’s long brunette locks. She tugged West off her feet and into a tight Small Package for the…
ONE…
TWO…
Em kicked loose, her balled body springing open. She scrambled to her feet, glancing at Merle and breathing a sigh of relief when he held up two fingers. Turning her attention back to a rising Campos, she spun Pearls to face her with a taut grip on a trapezius, only to have the desperate Luisa jab a thumb in Emily’s eye.
Kylie cried foul from the sidelines as West reeled and staggered away from her foe, half-blind. A huffing Pearls pushed to her feet and slunk behind the Amazing Academic, throwing her body into a nasty clip of the back of Emily’s right knee. The veteran sank to that battered bony joint, grasping and grimacing while a relieved Pearls stood behind the genuflecting West and delivered a pointed elbow to the crown of Emily’s cranium.
With West glassy-eyed, at least the one in working order, Luisa tugged Em to her feet and into a Front Facelock. Campos reached down, hooked Emily’s aching stem, and LAUNCHED West into the sky, sweeping Emily up and over with a Fisherman’s Suplex.
FISHERMAN’S SUPLEX @ 00:58
www.youtube.com/watch?v=5qYc_3d3e9I
Campos finished in a beautiful bridge, holding the hooked leg tight for the…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
The future Hall of Famer survived, throwing a shoulder off the deck in the nick of time, knocking Luisa out of her arch. The seemingly rejuvenated Pearls got her boots beneath her. She clutched West by the noggin with both hands, pulling her adversary up as she rose.
Em swung her arms up on the inside of her foe’s guns, knocking Luisa’s hands loose. But the offense proved short-lived as the Rio native had Emily sputtering and bug-eyed with a delving Toe Kick to the tummy. Returning stereo grips to the Black Court leader’s locks, Campos sat out and THUMPED West’s features and chest to the deck with a Sit-Out Facebuster. With Emily in a downward-facing single file, top half between Pearls’ extended legs, Luisa passed on rolling her foe to a pin. Instead, the one-time catfighter fell back on old habits, scrubbing Em’s face into the deck enthusiastically.
West places her palms against Luisa’s hips and shoved, sending Pearls back somersaulting to her haunches. She watched gleefully as the red-faced veteran pushed to a similar position a few feet removed and rubbed vigorously at her watering eyes.
Vision obscured, Emily nevertheless rose as Campos did likewise and staggered toward her target, arm extended for an attempted Clothesline. Pearls hooked the limb, swinging around behind the bewildered Scholar. Campos slipped her right arm under and around that of West, tight to her foe’s back with a Half Nelson. Pearls then got catty again, sinking a breast claw with her left digits instead of wrapping the arm around Em’s midriff.
Luisa’s Reach Around paid dividends when Campos ripped Emily off her feet with the bratty Suplex, SPIKING West’s shoulders and the back of her skull to the canvas.
REACH AROUND:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=cgP3ONHfcHM
Emily’s momentum took her to an insensate kneeling position, staring blankly at a rising Pearls before collapsing to her right hip and shoulder. Grabbing a wrist, Luisa pulled Emily cavewoman-style to D&P territory, tagging out to her power-packed counterpart.
Diamonds hauled a reeling West to her feet, tugging the lowered head of the Amazing Academic into a Front Facelock. Pressing her free hand to the front of Emily’s left hip, Marisol vaulted West into the air until her boot soles pointed to the rafters. Ayala pivoted and allows West’s stems to drop across the top rope, using the rubber-coated steel as a slingshot to send Em up again, only for the Puerto Rican to sit-out and deliver a Gourdbuster.
GOURDBUSTER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=UrHmE2ENcy4
The impact left Emily in a haze. The bigger brunette shoveled West to her back and climbed aboard in a Lateral Press, hooking a leg for the…
ONE…
TWO…
The Pleasant Valley Princess took no chances, swooping in from out of bounds to break the pin-fall with a stomp to the base of Diamonds’ spine. The scolding and chaperoning from Merle was worth providing insurance against a loss to the Hawkeye. Back in place, Ky immediately called for Emily to reach the veteran’s corner.
On all fours, a wilting West crawled toward the offered arm of her partner, but Marisol wasn’t keen to allow any escape. Latching onto an ankle, she began pulling her fellow brunette back to the middle when Em twisted to her back and pistoned a kick into Ayala’s grip, freeing herself.
Pushing to her feet, West stumbleed to the Platinum Pixie, diving to a tag of Sanders. Kylie used the uppermost cable to spring inside the squared circle and race to Diamonds with malice on her mind.
Unfortunately for the growing members of Kylie’s reformed Corps, their increasingly rehabilitated blonde rushed headlong into the extended right palm of Diamonds, the Puerto Rican grappler’s fingers sinking into the forehead, temples and cheeks of Sanders.
Iron Claw applied, the FAWNatics war whoops turned to groans as Marisol placed her left hand behind Ky’s noggin to strengthen the force of the consciousness-depriving talons. Marisol leaned her smaller foe backwards, taking away any leverage the Platinum Pixie might hope to find in her diminutive frame.
Above her, Kylie’s raised arms flailed like reeds in the wind, her struggles fruitless as the flexing fingers drove Sanders deeper into a stuporous state. Deciding to end things, Ayala lifted her right leg, draping it across the throat of the arched Kylie and released her claw, dropping to the canvas with the former Vanilla Chill beneath Diamonds’ muscular stem.
The THUMP of the mat and the downcast eyes of the Corps told the tale, Marisol’s long lead leg resting across the demolished Pixie’s shoulders and neck for the…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOO!
Kylie wakened from her starfished coma long enough to throw the limb off and roll to her side, Merle offering hope to a tardy Emily and the fans of the one-time foremost standard-bearers of the FAWN brand.
“That was three, asshole!” Campos shouted from the apron even as Merle confirmed that it was in fact two and a half. Marisol herself didn’t seem to care either way, though she did offer her partner a malicious smile when Luisa barked, “Put her on the shelf, Diamonds! Better yet, throw her out with the rest of the trash!”
“Why not both?” Ayala smirked as she scraped Sanders off the canvas with a double handful of shoulder-straps. Switching over to a Wristlock once Kylie was vertical, Marisol tugged the blonde into a quick Broadside Kneelift, then shouldered her back on her heels so she could reel her in for a second bludgeoning belly blow. She repeated this set half a dozen times before stepping back and dropping a shoulder to sling the Pleasant Valley Princess into the rop--
“HHHRRRGGGGHHH!” Ky groaned in gut-shot agony when Diamonds stepped into her path, wrapped both arms around Sanders’ waist and hoisted the veteran skyward with a massive Bear Hug!
BEAR HUG:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=6XQkp98L1No
“Give it up you dusty old puta.” Ayala demanded as she jounced in place to put even more pressure on the Hug. “Scream it out for everyone to hear before I decide to rearrange your guts!”
The Iowan only groaned so Marisol squeezed even harder which earned a concerned query from the official. “What do you say, Kylie? Need me to call for the be--”
“NO!” Sanders waggled a finger back & forth to emphasize her denial. “This punk isn’t gonna tap me OOOOHHHHHHH!”
Marisol leaned forward to bend Sanders’ back at an awkward angle, gave her a few rough constrictions, then shot up on tiptoe and tortured her with several more seconds of rag-doll shaking! “You’re finished, puta!” the Puerto Rican Powerhouse shouted. “Say it or I’ll f*cking break you in halfEERRRGGGHHHH!”
Kylie might’ve regained the support of some of her Corps but she hadn’t lost the edge that drove them away in the first place, as evidenced by the way she abruptly darted forward and began to gnaw on the brunette’s forehead!
“Hey, she’s biting!” Campos shouted from the D&P side of town. “Disqualify her, you idiot! Disqualify her right--YEAH, get her Diamonds!”
Ayala went up on tiptoe again, only this time she went down on one knee to THUMP Sanders’ crotch on the post of her thigh! Relinquishing the Bear Hug the instant Kylie stopped chewing, Marisol pressed both hands to the smaller wrestler’s chest and shoved hard enough to send Sanders backpedaling into the strands. Ayala stepped forward like she meant to crowd Ky against the ropes only to back away when the Pleasant Valley Princess exploded toward her in a full sprin--“GRRRHHAAAAAHHH!”
Diamonds crooked both hands into claws and smecked up down on Kylie’s chest in a white-knuckle Breast Claw! Just like that the brunette dipped deep and hurled Sanders into the aether for a ring-rattling Puta BomNOOOOOOOO! Ky couldn’t escape that diamond-tipped grasp, so she grabbed hold of Ayala’s forearms and brought her knees up chest-level even as the Destroyer hoisted her into the lights. At the apex of her ascent Sanders let go of Marisol’s forearms and helped herself to a double handful of hair while simultaneously driving her knees into the younger woman’s shoulders. The abrupt shift of balance proved too much even for Diamonds’ vaunted strength and she tumbled backward with Kylie along for the ride to THAWHAM! the brunette down on the back of her head and shoulders with a thunderous Meteora!
Sanders somersaulted away from the landing, scrambled to verticality and practically fell into the ropes while a woozy Ayala clambered to boot-leath-- “NNNNNNGGGGHHHH!” Kylie came off the ropes at a dead sprint, lowered a shoulder and pushed off her back foot to skewer Marisol’s midsection with a massive Spear! The FAWN Original reared back on her haunches before slopping forward across the Puerto Rican’s midsection and hooking the far leg in a snug cradle.
Over in the D&P corner, Luisa slipped through the ropes as soon as the Spear connected so she was well on her way to breaking up the cover when Merle swooped in to count the…
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO!
RUNNING NECKBREAKER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=gbt210bTxGM
Ayala got a shoulder up without any assistance from Pearls, a fact that would’ve reassured Luisa if Emily hadn’t leapt over the prone grapplers and caught a double handful of hair to THAWHAM Pearls down on the back of her head and shoulders courtesy a massive Running Neckbreaker!
Scrambling to boot leather a few heartbeats ahead of the official and her own partner, the Amazing Academic grabbed Campos by the ears and hauled her to verticality. “Hey, get out of here, Emily!” Merle sputtered as he recognized the intrusion. “C’mon, don’t make me start a count!”
“Heaven forfend.” West answered without actually looking in the zebra’s direction because she’d sprinted to the ropes to hurl Pearls up and over! Crowding the ropes long enough to ensure Luisa THWHUMPED against the floor, Emily slipped through the strands and hurried back to the appropriate corner.
Elsewhere, Sanders scrambled to her feet and took a look around. Marisol was sprawled on the mat at her feet, Emily was just grabbing the tag rope and Merle was over by the ropes looking at something out on the floor. Seizing the most of this opportunity, the Pleasant Valley Princess backpedaled toward her corner but was only about halfway there when she raised both hands overhead and CLAPPED ‘em together!
West was through in a flash, the Black Queen offering Ky a smirk and a temple tap as the veterans pounced on Diamonds, who’d just made it upright. A stereo Toe Kick doubled Marisol over and allowed Ky and Em to draw her into a tandem Front Facelock. In the next instant they slung Ayala’s arms across their shoulders, then grabbed hold of the Destroyer’s waistband and muscled her high overhead for a Vertical SuplNO! Sanders and West each kicked a leg forward and laid out as one to SPIKE Marisol’s noggin into the canvas from several feet up!
The double team Brainbuster sent Ayala rolling to a slumped seat but the Black Queen made no effort to go for the pin. Instead she hurried back to the corner with Kylie and clapped the blonde back into the match as soon as Sanders made it to the apron. “Can you get her up for the PVD?” West asked as the blonde returned to the fray.
“Yeah.” Kylie replied. “Just don’t ask me to hold her for long.”
“You won’t have to. Just lug the idiot this way.”
“Ask and ye shall receive.”
With that Sanders went out and West went up, the former speeding over to Marisol while the latter climbed to the high rent district. “C’mon big girl, time for uppies.” Kylie told Ayala as she hauled her to boot leather in stages. Marisol groaned and tried to lurch away from the blonde, but she was swaying like a reed in a wind storm after the Brainbuster and she couldn’t stop Sanders from muscling her up into a Fireman’s Carry! Jaw clenched as she bore Diamonds’ weight, Ky wheeled around and tromped toward Emily as fast as she could. The Iowan was still several steps out when Emily took to the skies, the brunette raising her right knee to hip-level to bring it THWHUNKING down on the nape of Marisol’s neck! That collision provided all the inclination (and momentum) Sanders needed to lay out right side and THWHAM Diamonds down on the back of her head and shoulders! No sitting up this time, Ayala remained sprawled out in an insensate starfish until FAWN’s Most Resilient hurled herself atop the curvaceous brunette and hooked both legs in a brawny Back Press that pointed Diamonds’ butt at the ceiling!
PLEASANT VALLEY DRIVER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Py7rsDjB4vE
Out on the floor, a woozy, incredulous Luisa Campos saw the cover and dove under the bottom rope only to take a Soccer Kick to the ribs from Emily West.
Blissfully unaware of the near encroachment, Merle swooped in beside his charges and counted out…
ONE…
TWO…
THREE!
Kylie tossed Marisol’s legs aside and rose to one knee, the victorious blonde raising an index finger overhead while Emily sidled in behind and tapped her temple in tine with the Announcer‘s confirmation, “Ladies and gentlemen, your winners via pin-fall… KYLIE SANDERS AND EMILY WEST!”
With an aching Luisa deciding it’s best to roll back out of the ring to avoid any potential untoward revenge by Sanders, the veterans claimed the ring’s confines. The winning duo shared an embrace, much to the delight of the crowd. When they broke, Em showed off her fellow victor, raising Kylie’s arm high, both standing over the shellshocked Diamonds.
Realizing Pearls escaped any post-match retribution, Ky motioned Campos to enter and come get some.
“You haven’t seen the last of me, puta,” a snarling Luisa shouted back, though she made no effort to enter.
“I hope not,” Sanders responded. “But until you grow some cajones, have this back.”
West and Sanders peeled Marisol off the canvas and combined their powers to bum rush Ayala to the ropes nearest her partner and toss her over. Campos did her best to catch the bigger Diamonds. She did soften the landing but both brunettes wound up sprawled on the arena floor below the conquerors.
Emily took one corner nearest the splayed D&P and Kylie the other, ascending to the middle ropes and drawing the adoration of the FAWNatics while lording over the losers.
“I told you,” Em shouted to her partner. “Just give them a chance. They want to love you again.”
A beaming Kylie shrugged at West.
“Maybe you are just that smart.”
This combination of percussion and proclamation earned nothing but disgust from the crowd, many of whom counted themselves among the fans of those abused and embarrassed by D&P over the last several months. Not that the hostile welcome did a damned thing to the resolve of the dastardly dark-haired duo, indeed they were already basking in the hatred when they stormed through the curtain shortly thereafter.
MARISOL AYALA:
LUISA CAMPOS:
“Tonight we finish the has-been and her weirdo friend.” Luisa told Marisol as she raised a fist for her friend. “And once they’re in the trash we go after Burlingame and Treymane. Those shyt-bags have something that belongs to us.”
Diamonds returned the knuckle bump and answered, “Not for long.”
Eager to carve through the crap blocking their path to the Tag Team titles, Diamonds & Pearls started down the ramp with the former serving as vanguard for the latter. The taller, curvier half of D&P sported 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 was in no way disguised. Around the Puerto Rican beauty’s neck was a narrow black choker, with white pads and boots completing the look.
As for Campos, she was decked out in a one-piece—also in black velvet, with a keyhole design that bared her cleavage, more modest than her partner’s, but no less eye catching. There were 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 chose white pads and boots. But Luisa also wore a pair of elbow length opera style gloves, and instead of a leather jacket, she chose an exceedingly long, black ring cape, its tail trailing behind her by a number of feet.
Luisa paid the sub-humanoid mouthbreathers no attention as she strode 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 illustrated how much she’s aware of and enjoyed being the center of attention, or at least sharing the spotlight with Marisol. Ayala not only acknowledged the crowd, she had no issue jawing with them every step of the way.
The Puerto Rican again takes the lead in heading up the steps. She kept climbing, claiming the near ring-post. Marisol stepped onto the second rope, raising a defiant fist into the air.
Meanwhile Luisa moved to the center of the apron before sweeping through the ropes, her cape catching and trailing over the middle cable as she moved toward the middle. She grinned like a cat awaiting the arrival of two delicious, albeit crippled canaries. Still smiling, she brought her hands to her shoulders and slipped off the cape, allowing it to gather in a puddle behind her.
Marisol dropped into the confines of the squared circle and posted up behind her partner, a not so subtle reminder of the challenge facing anyone who dared oppose Luisa’s whims. Without warning Ayala raised her arms high and wide while Luisa dropped to one knee, the brunette bombshells showing off their amassed firepower before it was unleashed on the hapless morons waiting on the other side of the curtain.
“And their opponents, hailing from Pleasant Valley, Iowa and Dunwich, Massachusetts respectively, and weighing in tonight at a combined total of two hundred and thirty-six pounds. Please welcome KYLIE SANDERS AND EMILY WEST!”
The sound of Iggy Azalea gettin’ ‘Fancy’ alerted the FAWNatics that the inexplicably effective ‘What If?’ tag team of 2021 was still going strong and looking to add more wins to their record as the calendar raced toward the new year.
Sanders and West came through the curtains with the blonde in the lead by several steps, in fact Em had to lunge after the blonde and clamp a hand on one shoulder to keep the Pleasant Valley Princess from rushing the ring then and there.
KYLIE SANDERS:
EMILY WEST:
“Calm. Down.” West murmured to the fuming Iowan. “She’s lived in your head rent-free for far too long, Kylie. That ends tonight.”
Sanders shrugged the brunette’s hand loose, but she made no attempt to rush ahead. “You know what she did to me.” Ky murmured. “Don’t tell me to calm down.”
“That’s precisely why you need to steady your nerves. Anger makes you sloppy, Ky. Always has. Take a deep breath, draw on some of that, ahem, Vanilla Chill, and assess the situation. A little discretion now means you can fully enjoy the dissection later.”
Kylie took a deep breath, let it out slow. “I’ll try.” she replied. “But no promises.”
“Fair enough. Shall we?”
“We shall.”
Kylie started forward and this time Emily matched her pace, the odd-couple veteran pair offering the aisle-side fans only the occasional nod as their attention was primarily focused on the looming threat of Diamonds & Pearls. For tonight’s battle with the brat who’d abandoned, then humiliated her, Sanders drew on inspiration from her original gear with a multi-strapped, yellow-gold sports bra topside and black boy-cut shorts with matching boots and pads. As for the Amazing Academic, she wore 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.
Hopping onto the apron in stereo, Sanders and West stared down D&P until they were certain the brunettes would await the opening bell. Then they dipped through the ropes and claimed the center of the ring as their own, with Kylie raising her arms in a jaunty ‘V’ while Em raised an index finger and tapped her temple so the crowd could chant I’M… SO… SMART!
Emily and Kylie were still talking strategy when the bell sounded, which meant Luisa Campos was perfectly within her rights to stalk to the middle of the ring and demand, “Get your ass out here you doddering old skank! You think what I did to you last time was bad? The tech team’s gonna have to bust out the censor bars before this match is over!”
Sanders growled low in the back of her throat and lunged out of the corner only to stop when Emily grabbed her by the arm. “Remember what I said, Kylie.”
The blonde grimaced, then nodded, so West let her go. “I’ll remember.”
“Say it back to me.”
Kylie took a deep breath, let it out slow. “I’m better than Luisa Campos.”
“What was that, hag?” Luisa snapped. “Better not keep me waiting!”
Sanders whipped around, took several steps forward and barked, “Are you deaf or just stupid? I said I’m BETTER than Luisa Campos.”
Pearls bared her teeth in disgust when the crowd seemed to agree with the veteran’s assessment. “You are not better than me, fossil.” the brunette murmured. “And trust me when I say you are absolutely the dumbest puta in this match.”
On that note she hit full reverse into the D&P corner and offered her hand to Marisol Ayala, who clapped herself into the match without hesitation.
“Let me take this one, Ky.” Emily called from over the blonde’s shoulder. “You can take over once I’ve worn her--”
The Pleasant Valley Princess rushed forward showing Lock-Up only to strike low instead, Sanders THWAPPING her heels into Ayala’s upper thighs with a Basement Dropkick that transformed Diamonds into an unwilling penitent! Knowing damned well she didn’t have a whole lot of time, Sanders scrambled to verticality, snatched a double handful of dark hair and jerked Marisol’s head down while simultaneously thun-thun-THUNKING rapid-fire Kneelifts into her opponent’s forehead!
There would’ve been plenty more if Ayala hadn’t swatted the next shot aside, then pressed both hands to the Iowan’s chest and sent her reeling back with a rough shove. “F*cking gnat.” she huffed. “Get your scrawny ass away from UUUNNNNGGHH!”
Kylie rushed forward, pivoted on her left foot and THWHUMPED the broadside of her right thigh into the Destroyer’s chest! Marisol crumpled to all fours so Sanders got up and ran the ropes to her left, the veteran blonde building up a good head of steam before she dropped to her back and flicked out her right leg for a kick that smashed into her opponent’s temple!
SLIDING KICK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=fJA7_0e6s58
The Sliding Kick sent Ayala to the canvas, but Kylie didn’t even have time to hook a Half Nelson before the big brunette clambered back to one knee. Taking a moment to stare a hole through the silently fuming Luisa Campos, Sanders sprinted into the ropes on Marisol’s six and caught the brunette’s noggin in a Side Headlock on her return pass. Just like that she hopped up and kicked both legs out front for a Running BulldoNO! Marisol slipped her right arm around the blonde’s waist and clamped down tight to hold Ky in place while she got to her feet. Placing her free hand against Kylie’s glutes, Ayala hoisted Sanders up onto her right shoulder and dropped down full force to THWHAM the Hawkeye on the back of her head and shoulders with a huge Backdrop Suplex!
BACKDROP SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=JzevqEWrTlI
“Yeah, that’s right! Crush her, Diamonds! Crush her like a bug!” Luisa was practically bouncing in place while her partner got up and stalked an angry circle around the flattened veteran. Taking Campos’ words to heart, Ayala backpedaled into the ropes, rushed out at full speed and went airborne to come THWHUMPING down across the blonde’s chest with a huge Splash!
Merle swooped in for what should’ve been a count only to discover there was nothing to be done because Ayala scraped Sanders off the deck without even attempting to pin her opponent. Shifting over to a Wristlock even as she pivoted Ky toward the D&P corner, Marisol stepped away, dropped a shoulder and sent Kylie sprinting into the dangerous side of town where she BWUUUNGED spine-first into the unyielding turnbuckles! Turning to Emily as soon as Sanders sagged against the buckles, Diamonds stomped forward with arms spread wide and taunted, “You want a piece of this, egghead? Let’s see what your old ass has--”
“Don’t bore me, Marisol.” West said without so much as raising her voice. “And you Merle, keep your attention on the opposite corner, please.”
Merle frowned and turned to the other side of the squared circle a couple heartbeats after Campos looped the tag rope around Kylie’s throat! “Hey! Knock that off, Luisa! Right now!”
Genuinely surprised by the ref’s rebuke, Pearls raised both hands and almost stumbled off the apron before regaining her grip on the tag rope.
Glowering at Emily while the zebra gave her partner an earful, Ayala snarled, “You think you’re f*cking smart, do ya?”
“No ‘think’ about it, Marisol. Try it yourself some time, you might realize there could be more to your career than playing heavy for a snippy little--”
Ayala had no interest in listening to whatever Em had to say so she whipped back ‘round and went hell bent for leather to the opposite corner where she hopped up and just CRUSHED Sanders against the buckles with a huge Avalanche Splash! “Scrawny puta.” Diamonds muttered to Sanders as she offered a hand to Luisa, who tagged herself in for some perfectly legal violence. “Did you really think you had a chance against us?”
Kylie was too breathless to answer so Marisol peeled her off the buckles, then spun the blonde around and went low to wedge her head between Ky’s thighs. Just like that she stood tall to hoist Sanders into a textbook Electric Chair while Campos scampered into a crouch on the top rope. “Back her up!” Luisa called after she rose to her full height. “Back that piece of crap up!”
Diamonds did as bade so Pearls could take to the sky, Campos stretching out sideways in mid-air to strike Sanders with a Crossbody that landed all the harder when Ayala toppled backward! Momentum rolled Luisa away from the cover but there was no feint this time, she got to all fours and threw herself atop the Iowan in a miniature Splash that kept Ky glued to the mat through Merle’s count of…
ONE…
TWO…
Sanders kicked out in time with ‘TWO!’, a show of defiance that earned cheers from the crowd and a scathing glare from the Brazilian Bombshell. “Haven’t you learned anything, puta?” Luisa sneered after yanking the former Vanilla Chill to boot-leather. “Resisting us doesn’t make you tough, it only hastens the end of your ca--”
“Huuhh… how the hell would you know?” Kylie grunted. “You don’t even HAVE a careNNNNGGGHHH!”
Campos stuffed a Toe Kick into the blonde’s gut, then circled around behind, grabbed Sanders’ right wrist and forced it back through her thighs Pumphandle-style. Taking a moment to drive a few Forearm Smashes across the nape of Kylie’s neck, Pearls pivoted around so her back was to West and her foe was looking to Marisol. In the next instant she forced her head beneath the Iowan’s left arm, then snagged a handful of waistband and hoisted Sanders skyward only to THWHUMP her down butt-first atop the Brazilian’s right knee!
PUMPHANDLE ATOMIC DROP:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=VkWBgIsG4Yg
Kylie wailed and shot up on tiptoe, one hand flying to her compacted backside while the other reached out in search of the ro-- Luisa juked around her, ran to the D&P corner to tag Marisol, then did an about face and raced back to Kylie to drive a shoulder into the veteran’s tummy with a nauseating Spear!
“Make her suffer, Marisol.” Campos sniffed as looked down on the starfished blonde. “Show her why trash will never measure up to Diamonds and Pearls.”
As the predatory Campos receded to the D&P corner under Merle’s supervision, the powerhouse of the team wrapped her hands around the head of the reeling Sanders and drew Kylie to her feet. Moving alongside the Platinum Pixie, Marisol vaulted the Hawkeye into the air and carried her on a shoulder to the nearest ropes where she dropped the calves of the blonde’s sinewy stems across the top cable. Ayala slingshotted the legs higher from the rebound and brought Kylie’s crotch swinging back down for a super-sized Atomic Drop.
A yelping Ky bunny hopped into the air, hands glued to undercarriage, face etched in agony from a second assault to her tailbone. With a slackjawed Sanders returned to earth and frozen from the continued buttocks battery, Ayala dipped, sent an arm between the quaking legs of the Pleasant Valley Princess, and scooped her foe onto a shoulder.
Before Diamonds could follow through with the slam, a writhing Kylie slide down the Puerto Rican’s back. Ky grabbed a shoulder and spun the bigger brunette to face her, throwing a right fist at Marisol’s jaw. But Ayala blocked the strike and delivered a pointed right elbow to the crown of Kylie’s skull, sending Sanders down to one knee.
Kylie’s only penitent for a moment, Marisol tugging the former Vanilla Chill to her feet and flinging her to the nearest corner, Sanders spinning into a rough back-first collision. Ayala followed behind, charging the faltering Pixie, but Kylie pulled her legs up, ready to ram dual boot soles into Marisol’s jaw.
A quick reaction from Ayala prevented it, Diamonds catching Sanders’ legs before they could connect. Ayala tossed the limb high and spun beneath them, catching them over her shoulders from behind. With a panicky Kylie shaking her head and ‘washing windows’ with her hands, Marisol RIPPED Sanders off her seat on the top buckle, waterwheel SLAMMING Ky face and chest first to the canvas.
WATERWHEEL SLAM OFF THE BUCKLES @ 00:51
www.youtube.com/watch?v=SevF_nbT4Lo
Ky finished facedown, her only movement an absent twitch.
From The D&P corner came a shout from Campos to the Amazing Academic.
“You’re supposed to be smart, and you tag with this garbage?!”
Emily ignored the Brazilian bully, instead encouraging her teammate to make it home and tag her in.
But Kylie’s finding it a challenge to push to all fours. Once she did, Marisol considered it a chance to collect her foe again. She peeled the ragged blonde off the deck and led her by a handful of silvery bob to the D&P corner where she slapped hands with Pearls. While Luisa entered, Marisol was noticeably slow to leave.
The vicious partners bullied the blonde halfway down the ropes and sent her sprinting to the far cables with a double Irish Whip. Ky rebounds toward the charging duo, the women with double Clotheslines drawn. However, the veteran managed to duck beneath. She surged to her second set of cables, bounding out again toward a turning D&P. The Platinum Pixie leapt into a Crossbody of both women but the duo easily countered the ill-advised attack with a catch and release, this of the double Fallaway Slam variety.
Kylie THUMPED against the deck from the stereo slam but used the momentum to roll her way out of the ring as the partners kipped to their feet in unison. Pearls scrambled after the departing Sanders as Marisol headed for the exit, but Campos couldn’t keep a wincing Ky inbounds.
The stumbling Hawkeye leaned heavily against the steel barricade behind her, head drooping. Tonight’s planned revenge had been anything but and the blonde looked spent. Luisa however, did not. She baseball slid under the bottom rope and took her assault to the outside. Grabbing a wrist of the blonde, she whipped Kylie the length of the ring toward the distant steel steps.
But before the fateful collision, Emily hurried around the corner and hooked elbows with the charging Sanders before she hit the metal edifice. The do-si-do sent Sanders racing back whence she came and Kylie sprang into a Dropkick firmly planted to Pearls’ chest, knocking the Rio native off her feet.
Scurrying under the bottom rope, Ky crawled to her corner where West was back and clutching the tag rope in expectation. The Platinum Pixie dove for a tag.
Instead of entering, Em dashed down the apron on the outside, leaping into a somersault off the deck and into a clueless Campos, knocking a risen Luisa flat under the tumbling airborne attack.
With Merle’s count rising, the Sensual Scholar plucked Pearls off the arena floor and stuffed her back in the ring. She followed quickly behind.
Emily drew Luisa off the canvas and positioned her like a sacrifice across the middle ropes of a neutral corner. Bouncing off the bottom rope, West leapt into a Diving Double Knee Drop that gutted the ebony-haired grappler, leaving her in a jumble at the base of the buckles.
DIVING DOUBLE KNEE DROP:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Nz3RZTmhuAQ
Instead of dragging a groaning Pearls out for a pin, the Summa Cum Laude of FAWN yanked Luisa to her feet and scooped the Brazilian brat onto her shoulders in a Fireman’s Carry. The crowd tensed with the thought Emily might be going for a Pleasant Valley Driver, but West had something else on her big brain. Em popped Pearls over her head while laying out and offering her knees to the plummeting Campos, Luisa again impaled with the Double-Knee Gutbuster.
DOUBLE KNEE GUTBUSTER @ 00:00
www.youtube.com/watch?v=xlzpJHTBhqI
The Queen of the Black Court scrambled atop the moaning, tummy-hugging Campos for the…
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Pearls pushed out from beneath, moving a shoulder off the canvas, but Emily quickly slithered tight behind, capturing Campos in a mat-bound Cobra Clutch. She added a Bodyscissors around Luisa’s tawny waist to the lock topside and rattled the trapped Luisa violently from side to side.
“You were saying something about my IQ?” Emily asked. “You have youth, Miss Campos, and precious little else.”
Pearls squirmed and flailed but couldn’t find a way to get West off. She reached plaintively to Diamonds and Marisol answered the non-verbal call, entering and breaking the grip with a Double Axhandle blow to the crown of West’s skull.
Far from full strength, Kylie nevertheless was not one to let her newfound collaborator be mauled by the bigger brunette. As Ayala reached for West, Sanders rushed in from her side, NAILING Marisol in a shoulder and sending the Puerto Rican pinwheeling over the ropes, crashing off the apron and falling to the floor in a heap.
The Platinum Pixie helped West to her feet, their eyes meeting.
“Since you’re already here,” West said with the hint of a chuckle.
The veterans pulled a wobbly Luisa to her feet, stuffing her head between a shared Front Facelock and together they BLASTED Pearls with a double DDT, Luisa flipping through a headstand and skidding to a stop in a lifeless spreadeagle.
As the partners rose to survey, Emily directed Ky to their corner. A clearly disappointed Sanders headed for her station but was surprised when she realized the Amazing Academic was following her.
Slipping through the ropes, Ky found her shoulder lightly tapped by West.
“You didn’t think I was going to let Luisa out that easy, did you? Karma’s a bitch. And tonight, that bytch’s name is Kylie.”
“Under different circumstances I might take umbrage with such a statement.” Sanders smirked as she rejoined the action in the ring. “Tonight however…” she stomped over to Campos, grabbed an ankle and lifted that leg into the air as Emily mirrored her on the other side.
“Tonight you’re feeling vengeful?” the brunette asked.
“To put it mildly. Wishbone?”
West nodded. “In three, two, one…”
West and Sanders went up on tiptoe, then hopped / stomped away from one another to wrench Luisa’s legs into a vile split!
“AAAWWWW GAAAWD!” Pearls sobbed aloud as the jolt sat her up with both hands already pressed to her inner thighs. “Nasty old putas!” she snarled. “Get the f*ck offa meNGH! NGH! NGH! NGH! NNNHH!”
Not about to endure such sass from vulnerable prey, Ky & Em knocked Campos onto her back with a stereo Toe Kicks to the chest, then turned their attention to the younger wrestler’s inner thighs with a series of well-placed stomps. Sanders thought they were just finding their groove when Merle hurried over and said, “Enough of that, ladies. Emily, it’s time you got back to your corner.”
“Certainly, Merle. Just give me a moment…” Still holding a leg in each hand, West and Sanders spread the ‘V’ a little wider, then stepped through so that each teammate had a foot planted beside their opponent’s hips. With Luisa’s calves angled snugly across their thighs, blonde and brunette dipped forward into identical somersaults that peeled Campos off the mat and THAWHAMMED her down on the canvas much nearer to the middle of the ring. The Amazing Academic disengaged at once, quickly rolling under the bottom rope so Merle wouldn’t be distracted from Kylie throwing herself across Pearls’ chest for the…
TUMBLING LEG SLAM:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=2pdTiiE3dSo
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Luisa kicked out with a half second to spare, her resilience earning a relieved sigh from Marisol, who had only just made it back to the D&P corner.
“Not so tuff now are you, cupcake?” Sanders chided as she peeled the Brazilian Bombshell off the mat. “That’s what happens to a no-talent punk who runs her mouth in the wrong direction.”
“Oh, kiss my ass, grandma.” Pearls groaned. “You’re one of the biggest shyt-talkers this place has ever WHOAHNNNGGHH!”
Kylie dropped a shoulder, stuffed it into Luisa’s tummy and wrapped her arms around the brunette’s upper thighs. But rather than return her to the deck immediately, the Iowan shot up on tiptoe just to go down on one knee, Kylie continuing to punish her opponent’s undercarriage with a quick Inverted Atomic Drop! Campos cried out, lurched around in a half circle and tried to head for home, but she only made it a couple steps before Ky grabbed hold of her waistband and reeled her right back in. Threading her right arm around Pearls’ waist while stuffing her head beneath the younger wrestler’s left armpit, Sanders braced her left hand against the back of Campos’ thigh and muscled her up onto the point of her right shoulder. Luisa wailed in distress and kicked her legs wildly, an effort that only succeeded in drawing attention to her squirming tush before Sanders swung her forward and down to THWHUMP that haughty Brazilian booty with a standard issue Atomic Drop.
Now it was Campos’ turn to shoot up on tiptoe, the brunette wincing and mincing in the wake of Ky’s concentrated-- “UUUNNGHH!”
The Pleasant Valley Princess sank into a crouch, laid claim to Luisa’s ankles and yanked them out from underneath to deposit Pearls on the canvas in a facedown sprawl. “You’ve been running your mouth an awful goddamned lot, little girl.” Sanders muttered as she settled into a straddle atop the back of her foe’s thighs. “I think it’s time you finally put all that noise to good use and tell all these people why Kylie Sanders is freakin’ legend.”
“Go f*ck yourself, puta.” Luisa spat at once. “I don’t waste my breath on lieSSEERRRRGGHH FAAAAAAAHHHK!”
Uproarious cheers from the FAWNatics when Sanders raised her right hand overhead, curved it into a claw and then smacked the wicked curve of thumb and forefinger into the deep crease the separated Campos’ left glute from her upper thigh! This was immediately followed by a second identical application, Kylie digging into the brunette’s right thigh to earn a loud shriek from her foe and an emphatic ‘FARM…HAND!’ from those assembled.
Cursing under her breath as she watched Luisa tug at her own hair to spread out the pain of the hold, Marisol Ayala bent down and slipped over the middle rope to-- “AAUUUGGGHH!” Diamonds had been so focused on Luisa and Kylie that she hadn’t noted Emily’s absence from the opposite corner. This lapse proved most costly because it meant that the Black Queen was able to make it around to D&P’s side of town just as the big brunette was making her illegal entry. Answering one bit of chicanery with another, West reached under the bottom rope, grabbed hold of Marisol’s ankle and pulled as hard as she could! Not only did this throw the Destroyer off balance, it crotched her against the rubber-coated steel with an eye-watering twaaaaaaaaang! Ayala lost her balance and went down with an awkward thud that made it child’s play for West to catch sturdy handfuls of togs and tresses.
A single sharp yank drew Diamonds under the bottom rope and onto the floor a few feet below, the awkward THUMP of her landing actually drawing Merle’s attention away from the legal competitors until Kylie snapped, “Eyes over here, dope! I don’t want you distracted when this brat starts tapping out!”
“F*CK OFF!” Pearls pushed up on one hand and reached back with the other, the suffering catfighter swiping and slashing the air in an attempt to get at the blonde’s face. “I’ll never submit to a puta like youUAAAARRRGGGGHHH!”
Ky eased her grip for a moment, then redoubled her efforts, the FAWN Original hunching forward to put every bit of her weight behind the claws ‘chewing’ at Campos’ inner thighs. “You sure about that, candy-ass?” Sanders huffed. “Doesn’t look like Marisol’s coming to save you this time!”
“I don’t need her to kick the shyt out of you!” Luisa shrieked in a brittle tone that suggested the exact opposite. Removing her hands from her hair so she could brace them against the canvas, Campos pushed her upper body off the mat and tried to slither out from under the veteran blonde. In this she was unsuccessful, but Luisa did manage to drag their combined weight a little bit closer to the ropes.
Several more seconds of strenuous straining convinced Kylie that Pearls wasn’t quite ready to give up yet, so she abruptly relinquished the Farm Hand in favor of a double handful of the Brazilian’s briefs, which she yanked up between Luisa’s glutes!
“BYTCH!” Campos sobbed aloud in the wake of the wicked wedgie. “You’re gonna f*cking pay for messing with UNGH!”
Sanders shut her up with a Double Axehandle to the small of the back, then scrambled into a crouch and looped her arms around the younger wrestler’s waist. Hands locked tight, the Pleasant Valley Princess muscled her burden off the mat, then arched backward in a slow motion bridge that picked up a whole lot of speed after she crested the apex and THWHUMPED Luisa down on the back of her head and shoulders. It wasn’t quite Over & Done, but it still earned a loud cheer from longtime Corps that couldn’t help but lend their voices to Merle when he counted out…
DEADLIFT GERMAN SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=xqC1XncQxkk
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Campos popped her hips to escape the pin with perhaps a half second to spare. Ky turned a withering glare on the official but didn’t waste her breath on challenging the results. Rather she massaged the worst of the cramps from her hands before grabbing hold of Luisa’s ankles so she could draaaaaaaaaaaaag her toward the corner.
Sanders released one limb as she neared the Queen of the Black Court and slapped hands with her newfound friend. She handed an ankle over to Emily and departed under Merle’s good graces with a clean exchange.
West lifted Luisa’s left leg and landed a series of kicks to the aching hammy of the Brazilian, Campos squirming as West laid boot after boot to the back of Campos’ thigh.
With her soccer glory days at Miskatonic U successfully relived, Em twisted her body around the captured stem, plucking the opposite number off the canvas into a familiar Figure Four. But before the Sensual Scholar could lock in and lay out, Luisa sat up within range of snatching Emily’s long brunette locks. She tugged West off her feet and into a tight Small Package for the…
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Em kicked loose, her balled body springing open. She scrambled to her feet, glancing at Merle and breathing a sigh of relief when he held up two fingers. Turning her attention back to a rising Campos, she spun Pearls to face her with a taut grip on a trapezius, only to have the desperate Luisa jab a thumb in Emily’s eye.
Kylie cried foul from the sidelines as West reeled and staggered away from her foe, half-blind. A huffing Pearls pushed to her feet and slunk behind the Amazing Academic, throwing her body into a nasty clip of the back of Emily’s right knee. The veteran sank to that battered bony joint, grasping and grimacing while a relieved Pearls stood behind the genuflecting West and delivered a pointed elbow to the crown of Emily’s cranium.
With West glassy-eyed, at least the one in working order, Luisa tugged Em to her feet and into a Front Facelock. Campos reached down, hooked Emily’s aching stem, and LAUNCHED West into the sky, sweeping Emily up and over with a Fisherman’s Suplex.
FISHERMAN’S SUPLEX @ 00:58
www.youtube.com/watch?v=5qYc_3d3e9I
Campos finished in a beautiful bridge, holding the hooked leg tight for the…
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The future Hall of Famer survived, throwing a shoulder off the deck in the nick of time, knocking Luisa out of her arch. The seemingly rejuvenated Pearls got her boots beneath her. She clutched West by the noggin with both hands, pulling her adversary up as she rose.
Em swung her arms up on the inside of her foe’s guns, knocking Luisa’s hands loose. But the offense proved short-lived as the Rio native had Emily sputtering and bug-eyed with a delving Toe Kick to the tummy. Returning stereo grips to the Black Court leader’s locks, Campos sat out and THUMPED West’s features and chest to the deck with a Sit-Out Facebuster. With Emily in a downward-facing single file, top half between Pearls’ extended legs, Luisa passed on rolling her foe to a pin. Instead, the one-time catfighter fell back on old habits, scrubbing Em’s face into the deck enthusiastically.
West places her palms against Luisa’s hips and shoved, sending Pearls back somersaulting to her haunches. She watched gleefully as the red-faced veteran pushed to a similar position a few feet removed and rubbed vigorously at her watering eyes.
Vision obscured, Emily nevertheless rose as Campos did likewise and staggered toward her target, arm extended for an attempted Clothesline. Pearls hooked the limb, swinging around behind the bewildered Scholar. Campos slipped her right arm under and around that of West, tight to her foe’s back with a Half Nelson. Pearls then got catty again, sinking a breast claw with her left digits instead of wrapping the arm around Em’s midriff.
Luisa’s Reach Around paid dividends when Campos ripped Emily off her feet with the bratty Suplex, SPIKING West’s shoulders and the back of her skull to the canvas.
REACH AROUND:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=cgP3ONHfcHM
Emily’s momentum took her to an insensate kneeling position, staring blankly at a rising Pearls before collapsing to her right hip and shoulder. Grabbing a wrist, Luisa pulled Emily cavewoman-style to D&P territory, tagging out to her power-packed counterpart.
Diamonds hauled a reeling West to her feet, tugging the lowered head of the Amazing Academic into a Front Facelock. Pressing her free hand to the front of Emily’s left hip, Marisol vaulted West into the air until her boot soles pointed to the rafters. Ayala pivoted and allows West’s stems to drop across the top rope, using the rubber-coated steel as a slingshot to send Em up again, only for the Puerto Rican to sit-out and deliver a Gourdbuster.
GOURDBUSTER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=UrHmE2ENcy4
The impact left Emily in a haze. The bigger brunette shoveled West to her back and climbed aboard in a Lateral Press, hooking a leg for the…
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The Pleasant Valley Princess took no chances, swooping in from out of bounds to break the pin-fall with a stomp to the base of Diamonds’ spine. The scolding and chaperoning from Merle was worth providing insurance against a loss to the Hawkeye. Back in place, Ky immediately called for Emily to reach the veteran’s corner.
On all fours, a wilting West crawled toward the offered arm of her partner, but Marisol wasn’t keen to allow any escape. Latching onto an ankle, she began pulling her fellow brunette back to the middle when Em twisted to her back and pistoned a kick into Ayala’s grip, freeing herself.
Pushing to her feet, West stumbleed to the Platinum Pixie, diving to a tag of Sanders. Kylie used the uppermost cable to spring inside the squared circle and race to Diamonds with malice on her mind.
Unfortunately for the growing members of Kylie’s reformed Corps, their increasingly rehabilitated blonde rushed headlong into the extended right palm of Diamonds, the Puerto Rican grappler’s fingers sinking into the forehead, temples and cheeks of Sanders.
Iron Claw applied, the FAWNatics war whoops turned to groans as Marisol placed her left hand behind Ky’s noggin to strengthen the force of the consciousness-depriving talons. Marisol leaned her smaller foe backwards, taking away any leverage the Platinum Pixie might hope to find in her diminutive frame.
Above her, Kylie’s raised arms flailed like reeds in the wind, her struggles fruitless as the flexing fingers drove Sanders deeper into a stuporous state. Deciding to end things, Ayala lifted her right leg, draping it across the throat of the arched Kylie and released her claw, dropping to the canvas with the former Vanilla Chill beneath Diamonds’ muscular stem.
The THUMP of the mat and the downcast eyes of the Corps told the tale, Marisol’s long lead leg resting across the demolished Pixie’s shoulders and neck for the…
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Kylie wakened from her starfished coma long enough to throw the limb off and roll to her side, Merle offering hope to a tardy Emily and the fans of the one-time foremost standard-bearers of the FAWN brand.
“That was three, asshole!” Campos shouted from the apron even as Merle confirmed that it was in fact two and a half. Marisol herself didn’t seem to care either way, though she did offer her partner a malicious smile when Luisa barked, “Put her on the shelf, Diamonds! Better yet, throw her out with the rest of the trash!”
“Why not both?” Ayala smirked as she scraped Sanders off the canvas with a double handful of shoulder-straps. Switching over to a Wristlock once Kylie was vertical, Marisol tugged the blonde into a quick Broadside Kneelift, then shouldered her back on her heels so she could reel her in for a second bludgeoning belly blow. She repeated this set half a dozen times before stepping back and dropping a shoulder to sling the Pleasant Valley Princess into the rop--
“HHHRRRGGGGHHH!” Ky groaned in gut-shot agony when Diamonds stepped into her path, wrapped both arms around Sanders’ waist and hoisted the veteran skyward with a massive Bear Hug!
BEAR HUG:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=6XQkp98L1No
“Give it up you dusty old puta.” Ayala demanded as she jounced in place to put even more pressure on the Hug. “Scream it out for everyone to hear before I decide to rearrange your guts!”
The Iowan only groaned so Marisol squeezed even harder which earned a concerned query from the official. “What do you say, Kylie? Need me to call for the be--”
“NO!” Sanders waggled a finger back & forth to emphasize her denial. “This punk isn’t gonna tap me OOOOHHHHHHH!”
Marisol leaned forward to bend Sanders’ back at an awkward angle, gave her a few rough constrictions, then shot up on tiptoe and tortured her with several more seconds of rag-doll shaking! “You’re finished, puta!” the Puerto Rican Powerhouse shouted. “Say it or I’ll f*cking break you in halfEERRRGGGHHHH!”
Kylie might’ve regained the support of some of her Corps but she hadn’t lost the edge that drove them away in the first place, as evidenced by the way she abruptly darted forward and began to gnaw on the brunette’s forehead!
“Hey, she’s biting!” Campos shouted from the D&P side of town. “Disqualify her, you idiot! Disqualify her right--YEAH, get her Diamonds!”
Ayala went up on tiptoe again, only this time she went down on one knee to THUMP Sanders’ crotch on the post of her thigh! Relinquishing the Bear Hug the instant Kylie stopped chewing, Marisol pressed both hands to the smaller wrestler’s chest and shoved hard enough to send Sanders backpedaling into the strands. Ayala stepped forward like she meant to crowd Ky against the ropes only to back away when the Pleasant Valley Princess exploded toward her in a full sprin--“GRRRHHAAAAAHHH!”
Diamonds crooked both hands into claws and smecked up down on Kylie’s chest in a white-knuckle Breast Claw! Just like that the brunette dipped deep and hurled Sanders into the aether for a ring-rattling Puta BomNOOOOOOOO! Ky couldn’t escape that diamond-tipped grasp, so she grabbed hold of Ayala’s forearms and brought her knees up chest-level even as the Destroyer hoisted her into the lights. At the apex of her ascent Sanders let go of Marisol’s forearms and helped herself to a double handful of hair while simultaneously driving her knees into the younger woman’s shoulders. The abrupt shift of balance proved too much even for Diamonds’ vaunted strength and she tumbled backward with Kylie along for the ride to THAWHAM! the brunette down on the back of her head and shoulders with a thunderous Meteora!
Sanders somersaulted away from the landing, scrambled to verticality and practically fell into the ropes while a woozy Ayala clambered to boot-leath-- “NNNNNNGGGGHHHH!” Kylie came off the ropes at a dead sprint, lowered a shoulder and pushed off her back foot to skewer Marisol’s midsection with a massive Spear! The FAWN Original reared back on her haunches before slopping forward across the Puerto Rican’s midsection and hooking the far leg in a snug cradle.
Over in the D&P corner, Luisa slipped through the ropes as soon as the Spear connected so she was well on her way to breaking up the cover when Merle swooped in to count the…
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RUNNING NECKBREAKER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=gbt210bTxGM
Ayala got a shoulder up without any assistance from Pearls, a fact that would’ve reassured Luisa if Emily hadn’t leapt over the prone grapplers and caught a double handful of hair to THAWHAM Pearls down on the back of her head and shoulders courtesy a massive Running Neckbreaker!
Scrambling to boot leather a few heartbeats ahead of the official and her own partner, the Amazing Academic grabbed Campos by the ears and hauled her to verticality. “Hey, get out of here, Emily!” Merle sputtered as he recognized the intrusion. “C’mon, don’t make me start a count!”
“Heaven forfend.” West answered without actually looking in the zebra’s direction because she’d sprinted to the ropes to hurl Pearls up and over! Crowding the ropes long enough to ensure Luisa THWHUMPED against the floor, Emily slipped through the strands and hurried back to the appropriate corner.
Elsewhere, Sanders scrambled to her feet and took a look around. Marisol was sprawled on the mat at her feet, Emily was just grabbing the tag rope and Merle was over by the ropes looking at something out on the floor. Seizing the most of this opportunity, the Pleasant Valley Princess backpedaled toward her corner but was only about halfway there when she raised both hands overhead and CLAPPED ‘em together!
West was through in a flash, the Black Queen offering Ky a smirk and a temple tap as the veterans pounced on Diamonds, who’d just made it upright. A stereo Toe Kick doubled Marisol over and allowed Ky and Em to draw her into a tandem Front Facelock. In the next instant they slung Ayala’s arms across their shoulders, then grabbed hold of the Destroyer’s waistband and muscled her high overhead for a Vertical SuplNO! Sanders and West each kicked a leg forward and laid out as one to SPIKE Marisol’s noggin into the canvas from several feet up!
The double team Brainbuster sent Ayala rolling to a slumped seat but the Black Queen made no effort to go for the pin. Instead she hurried back to the corner with Kylie and clapped the blonde back into the match as soon as Sanders made it to the apron. “Can you get her up for the PVD?” West asked as the blonde returned to the fray.
“Yeah.” Kylie replied. “Just don’t ask me to hold her for long.”
“You won’t have to. Just lug the idiot this way.”
“Ask and ye shall receive.”
With that Sanders went out and West went up, the former speeding over to Marisol while the latter climbed to the high rent district. “C’mon big girl, time for uppies.” Kylie told Ayala as she hauled her to boot leather in stages. Marisol groaned and tried to lurch away from the blonde, but she was swaying like a reed in a wind storm after the Brainbuster and she couldn’t stop Sanders from muscling her up into a Fireman’s Carry! Jaw clenched as she bore Diamonds’ weight, Ky wheeled around and tromped toward Emily as fast as she could. The Iowan was still several steps out when Emily took to the skies, the brunette raising her right knee to hip-level to bring it THWHUNKING down on the nape of Marisol’s neck! That collision provided all the inclination (and momentum) Sanders needed to lay out right side and THWHAM Diamonds down on the back of her head and shoulders! No sitting up this time, Ayala remained sprawled out in an insensate starfish until FAWN’s Most Resilient hurled herself atop the curvaceous brunette and hooked both legs in a brawny Back Press that pointed Diamonds’ butt at the ceiling!
PLEASANT VALLEY DRIVER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Py7rsDjB4vE
Out on the floor, a woozy, incredulous Luisa Campos saw the cover and dove under the bottom rope only to take a Soccer Kick to the ribs from Emily West.
Blissfully unaware of the near encroachment, Merle swooped in beside his charges and counted out…
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Kylie tossed Marisol’s legs aside and rose to one knee, the victorious blonde raising an index finger overhead while Emily sidled in behind and tapped her temple in tine with the Announcer‘s confirmation, “Ladies and gentlemen, your winners via pin-fall… KYLIE SANDERS AND EMILY WEST!”
With an aching Luisa deciding it’s best to roll back out of the ring to avoid any potential untoward revenge by Sanders, the veterans claimed the ring’s confines. The winning duo shared an embrace, much to the delight of the crowd. When they broke, Em showed off her fellow victor, raising Kylie’s arm high, both standing over the shellshocked Diamonds.
Realizing Pearls escaped any post-match retribution, Ky motioned Campos to enter and come get some.
“You haven’t seen the last of me, puta,” a snarling Luisa shouted back, though she made no effort to enter.
“I hope not,” Sanders responded. “But until you grow some cajones, have this back.”
West and Sanders peeled Marisol off the canvas and combined their powers to bum rush Ayala to the ropes nearest her partner and toss her over. Campos did her best to catch the bigger Diamonds. She did soften the landing but both brunettes wound up sprawled on the arena floor below the conquerors.
Emily took one corner nearest the splayed D&P and Kylie the other, ascending to the middle ropes and drawing the adoration of the FAWNatics while lording over the losers.
“I told you,” Em shouted to her partner. “Just give them a chance. They want to love you again.”
A beaming Kylie shrugged at West.
“Maybe you are just that smart.”