Post by hawkeye on Jun 7, 2022 1:25:12 GMT
“I feel like a rookie,” the Platinum Pixie says off-hand to a FAWN staffer checking participants in at the ‘go-spot’ backstage.
Really? You?”
Kylie smirked
“I know. Right? Guess my security blanket’s gone.”
And indeed, now without Emily West, the Black Queen cruelly retired by Kat Braddock, Kylie Sanders was back on her own for the first time since being brutally dispatched in succession by Violyt Goodheart and Luisa Campos. If those losses didn’t cause concern, nothing would, and it’s apparent on Ky’s face, she is.
“You’ll be fine,” the white-haired gentleman assured.
“Thanks.”
From the other side of the curtain, Sixpence None The Richer’s ‘There She Goes’ swept through the arena.
THERE SHE GOES:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=tMfXeuv4kZE
Kylie glanced at the man with a guilty smile.
“Yeah,” she said sheepishly to the grinning attendant. “I know.”
Outside, the assembled let loose with a huge cheer, the Corps truly feeling the redemption of their girl with the return of her iconic accompaniment. Kylie gulped hard and pushed through the curtains, entering alone for the first time in a long while.
Ky moved to center stage and seemed slightly embarrassed by the roar of the assembled that sight only seeming to bring more collective love in the direction of the silvery-bobbed, elfin beauty.
KYLIE SANDERS
Continuing to draw on echoes of her original gear, Sanders sported a simple yellow-gold sports bra topside with black boy-cut shorts, black boots and pads. As she headed down the ramp, Kylie cupped a hand to an ear, enjoying the chants of ‘KY-LEE’ much more than the scattered attempts of a few to continue with ‘TROLL…TROLL…TROLL”
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A beaming Sanders headed down the aisle, pleased to slap hands with her forgiving fans, gazing with delight at a poster that proclaimed the Platinum Pixie as their Platinum Princess.
Sanders reached the Mayhem ring and took a moment to gaze around the arena, choking up at the display of affection from the fans. She waved and bowed to the FAWNatics before slipping through the cables.
Moving to the middle, she applauds the sellout crowd before receding to her assigned corner to let Merle the referee check her for foreign objects. The official concluded as the Announcer commented on the obvious.
“Our next match is scheduled for one fall with a twenty minute time limit. Introducing first, hailing from Pleasant Valley, Iowa, she stands at five feet four inches tall and weighs in at one hundred and fifteen pounds, she is the Platinum Pixie... KYLIE SANDERS!”
The house erupted save for pockets of continued resistance or disbelief and again Kylie waved enthusiastically, nervously bouncing on the balls of her feet.
As the crowd’s roar slowly dissipates, the FAWNatics murmur changes to incredulous cheers when Taylor Swift’s ‘Style’ emerges from the speakers, the masses instantly hopeful and curious.
STYLE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=-CmadmM5cOk
A moment later, a spotlight shines on half of their hopes being realized when a stunning, dimpled platinum blonde burst into view, the crowd raising the decibels to outrageous levels.
CHARLIE DAWSON
The gorgeous grappler pumped a fist at the screaming crowd, cupping the other to an ear as she moved to center stage. The prodigal Dawson, joining the recent influx of returning stars, dared the throng to get louder and they seemed ready for the inevitable appearance of her long-time partner in Sweetheartdom, Skye Mitchell.
Alas there was no frenetic Lil’est Mitchell joining Charlie and the FAWNatics slowly came to grips with Dawson being a solo signee and one now clearly facing the leader of their Corps.
Charlie headed for the ring, the blonde making it a point to slap every single hand offered her way, the former Tag Champ reveling in her supporters.
Reaching the squared circle, the Solo Sweetheart slid under the bottom rope, sprang to her feet and unzipped her hot pink hoodie. Dawson slipped it off to reveal a light blue fightin’ two piece that, in spite of its somewhat modest cut, still managed to raise the blood pressure of quite a few spectators.
Charlie took a return victory lap around the ring, pointing and clapping at her admirers. She ascended the steps, grabbed the top rope and hopped over, nodded to Kylie somewhat suspiciously and moved to the middle where the Announcer was a little late on the spoil, raising his voice over Tay-Tay’s and the adoring multitudes.
“And her opponent, hailing from Spokane, Washington via Albuquerque, New Mexico, she stands at five feet two inches tall and weighs in at one hundred and twelve pounds. Please welcome back America’s Sweetheart…Charlie Dawson!”
Charlotte moved to the corner opposite Sanders as her music faded. From one side of the arena 'SWEEET' came booming and was met by an equally loud 'HEART!' from the opposite direction. Dawson beamed and chuckled, thanking the crowd for the support for her return to a FAWN ring.
Dawson worked her way through Merle's pat down and tensed for the bell.
With Sanders in a state of shock regarding who she’s facing in her return to singles action, Ky barely noticed the bell, and only moved forward when Charlie took the middle of the ring and offered an outstretched hand.
Kylie blinked out of her daze and strode to the prodigal Sweetheart, Dawson having apparently returned without Skylar Mitchell and so likely just as unaccustomed to working on her own as the Pleasant Valley Princess. But for Sanders at least, there’s the familiarity of a FAWN ring. Charlie’s been away for two and a half years, plying her trade for another organization.
Kylie grabbed Dawson’s hand and gave it a solid shake, nodding along with a smile firmly planted.
Charlie seemed surprised to survive the friendly gesture intact, glancing at her palm and offering a ‘hmmm’.
“When they told me you came back from the dark side, I figured you were playing the long game,” Dawson said. “I’ve seen a lot of strange things since I’ve been gone, but Kylie Sanders considering something other than her own desires? Color me unconvinced.”
Sanders threw her body forward and locked up in a Collar-&-Elbow grip with the flaxen-haired Sweetheart.
“I don’t blame ya, kid. I’m not sure I believe it myself sometimes. But Emily showed me I’m stronger with control and responsibility than without.”
Sanders twisted into a Three Quarters Facelock on Dawson and flipped Charlie to a rough landing on her tailbone with a Snapmare.
With the former FAWN Tag Team Champion reaching for her bruised backside, the veteran showed she still had energy in abundance, front flipping over Charlie’s right shoulder, grabbing the blonde’s noggin on the fly by, and snapping Dawson’s forehead into the canvas with a Neck Snap.
Charlie’s head THUNKED into the mat between her extended ivory legs and whiplashed back, bringing her torso on a trip to horizontal on the canvas.
Kylie somersaulted through her landing, hopping to her feet. She raced to the ropes at Dawson’s side and hopped to the middle cable. Using the rubber-coated steel like a springboard, the Platinum Pixie launches into a U-turn and dropped a leg across her foe’s throat.
Charlie spasmed wildly beneath the stretched limb of Sanders, Kylie getting a quick…
ONE…
…before Charlie throws the leg off, choking down some ragged breaths as she held her reddening neck.
The Hawkeye scrambles to her feet, beating Charlie there by a tick.
Ky sent another limb across Dawson’s clavicle, this time an arm with a scythe-like Clothesline that dropped the blonde, Charlie’s legs folding atop her body. Matchbook immediately springing open, Kylie hovered over the splayed Sweetheart, seemingly in disbelief she’s receiving an ovation while wresting control from the blonde. Without Emily at her side. With one of FAWN’s biggest babyfaces at her feet.
Even if Dawson had been away, the support for her felt out of place without Emily in attendance, but the Pixie wasn't complaining. She reflexively started a rhythmic clap then went about grabbing hold of Dawson’s braincase, pulling Charlie to her feet. Switching her grip to a wrist and shoulder, Kylie heaved the similarly-sized grappler to the far ropes with an Irish Whip.
As the Sweetheart rebounded in a sprint in her direction, Kylie seemed shot out of a cannon. She buried a shoulder and RIPPED Dawson off her feet, again folding her foe’s frame with a gut-churning SPEAR that looked close to splitting the returning Dawson in two.
With the crowd roaring, the Sweetheart perhaps taking a little grief for her shocking exit after losing the tag titles with Mitchell in the fall of 2019, Kylie was on all fours next to the splayed and dazed Charlie. Ky dropped in a Lateral Press cover for the…
ONE…
TWO…
NOOOO!
Dawson threw a shoulder up, receiving some polite applause of her own, though she’s not in the best condition to recognize it, seated and in a glassy-eyed stupor as she was.
If there was ever a way to get a quick lesson on where FAWN competition stands in relation to other organizations, Charlie might be learning it tonight, Dawson looking a mess against a future FAWN Hall of Famer in form.
Sanders genuflected behind Charlie, wrapping both arms around Dawson’s skull in a semi-Sleeper grip, but with Ky more interested in grinding than cutting off the blonde’s blood supply.
Slowly, the Sweetheart set her feet beneath her and pivoted with the little slack available, burying a pointed elbow into Kylie’s midriff. While Sanders shook off the first, the second and third loosened her Headlock considerably, soft grunts emerging from her Cupid’s Arrow lips.
Charlie shoved the Platinum Pixie off a few steps, Ky grimacing from the attacks to her tummy. The returning speedster turned and headed for the ropes for some momentum. Dawson raced at a slightly stooped Sanders, ready to lower her first boom of the match and since her surprising homecoming.
However, Kylie raised a pocket-sized version of a Big Boot and RAMMED the boot leather between the baby blues of the Sweetheart. Charlie’s alabaster legs flew out in front of her as the back of her skull THUNKED against the thinly-sheathed plywood.
In spreadeagled vacancy, the overmatched Charlie stared blankly at the rafters as Kylie pumped her fist at a responsive crowd, the masses chanting…
'YOU’RE…OUR…GIRL…SCOUT! YOU’RE…OUR…GIRL…SCOUT!'
Kylie chuckled at the thought, shaking her head and waggling a finger.
“No…no,” she insisted. “I’m not that. But hopefully I’m a little smarter.”
With Kylie’s attention divided, her beaming hazel eyes on the crowd, Dawson’s up to a seat, checking her jacked jaw with a flex and a massage. She caught a glimpse of her foe over a shoulder and spun to face her, scooting on her butt toward the corner behind her as Kylie closed the distance.
Sanders motioned Charlie to rise and continue the fight, the Pleasant Valley Princess not taking advantage of the Sweetheart while she’s down.
A surprised Dawson pushed to her feet in time to see Kylie extending her palm.
“Guess I have to get up to FAWN speed,” Charlie offered sheepishly, “but I’m glad you proved me wrong and you’re on the up and up.”
Dawson wrapped her palm around Kylie’s and gave a firm shake before breaking free.
“Round two?” Charlie asked, hopefully.
“Round two,” Kylie replied.
The women connected in another Collar-&-Elbow, Kylie gaining the leverage and yanking Charlie into a tight Side Headlock. Sanders ground the head of her younger foe against her hip until Dawson pressed hands to Ky’s hips and heaved her off.
The Pixie used the momentum to head for the ropes. She U-turned out of the cables and the blondes hit head-on, both dropping a shoulder for a block and…it’s Kylie who leveled Dawson, Charlie looking up with more than a hint of shock.
Ky skipped over the Sweetheart and headed for another set of stands while the limber Dawson scrambled to her boot leather and leapfrogged over a charging Sanders. Kylie put on the brakes and spun with a forearm shiver aimed at a turning Charlie’s jaw, but Dawson snatched the effort and sent Ky somersaulting to the canvas courtesy a Judo Throw.
It’s the Hawkeye’s turn to clamber to vertical but only in time for a leaping Charlie to connect boot to jaw with a perfectly-placed Dropkick the decked the veteran.
Sanders pushed to her feet a bit more slowly, staggering into the ropes behind her before a charging Charlie Clotheslined Sanders and sent the Platinum Pixie back-flipping over the cables before tumbling to the floor below, Kylie ending on her backside, looking awkwardly at a grinning Dawson.
Kylie shrugged and pushed to her feet.
“Round three?” she asks with a smirk
Charlie motioned Sanders back through the ropes.
“You got it.”
Pleased, albeit slightly incredulous applause from the FAWNatics as Ky hopped onto the apron and Charlie took a step closer to the center. Sanders dipped through the strands only to draw back sharply when Dawson made an aggressive move toward the edge. The Iowan waggled a finger like 'nice try!' while the Sweetheart put her thumb and index finger close together as if to say 'almost got ya!' Unwilling to open herself up to another possible attack, Sanders waited until Merle took up a position between she and Charlie before she dipped back into the squared circle.
“You ready?” Dawson asked, her fingers raised and twitching.
Kylie mirrored the younger woman's stance and replied, “Just waiting on you, sweethe--”
Charlie darted in and looped her left arm over Sanders' noggin to draw it down in a Front Facelock. Just like that she threaded her right leg around Kylie's right (locking them calf to calf), then dropped down and rolled through onto her left hip to stack the PVP on her shoulders in a Small Package good for the...
SMALL PACKAGE @ 00:24
www.youtube.com/watch?v=M5xdGwrcfKE
ONE...
TWO...
Sanders popped out of the predicament with a full second to spare and scrambled to verticality while Dawson rose to one knee. Quick to take advantage of the high ground, Ky rushed in with a Kneelift aimed between the other blonde's eyes only to grunt in irritation when Charlie swatted the blow down with both hands. Kylie was only off balance for a heartbeat or two, yet it proved more than enough time for the former Tag Champ to slip an arm through Sanders' thighs so she could take her up, over and down and with an amateur-style Fireman's Carry. The force of Ky's landing bounced her to a seat, an arrangement she only occupied until Dawson glommed onto both shoulders and forced her down flat so she could sprawl across Sanders' chest in a Crossbody that earned her a....
ONE...
TWO...
THRNOOOO!
Kylie bucked her hips to toss the younger wrestler off, then hurried upright but rather than try another direct approach she settled into a tense crouch until Charlie stood up. “C'mon baby!” the blue-clad blonde challenged. “You're not gonna let me pin you three straight times, are yaHHRRGGGHH!”
Kylie swept in like a tide to overwhelm the Sweetheart with a Collar-&-Elbow Tie-Up. While she didn't pull the smaller wrestler's hair, she wedged the heel of one palm against Charlie's chin and marched her all the way across the ring. Happy to go tummy against tummy with her adversary, Sanders let Dawson carry her weight until Merle hurried over and said, “Ok Ky, she's in the ropes. Let's have a clean break, ok?”
Kylie waited a beat, then raised her hands overhead and stepped back without taking her eyes off the Washington native. “Don't try to show off against me, kid.” she warned. “They might like me again, but that doesn't mean I'm a pushover. You of all people should appreciate tha-HEYWHOOAAH!”
Charlie shot off the ropes, swooped 'round behind the FAWN Original and caught her in a tight Waistlock. Just like that she bulled Sanders into the ropes, then twaaaannnged out and tumbled through a pretty little somersault that left her sitting pretty atop Kylie's upturned haunches while Merle and the rest of the crowd counted off...
ONE...
TWO...
THRENOOOOOOOO!
Sanders kicked out again, the strength of her escape forcing Dawson to grab hold of the rubber-coated steel so she shoot through to the floor beyond. This arrangement meant she had very little in terms of free space, yet she was still on her feet ahead of the recovering veteran and she made the most of it by THWHAPPING those aforementioned feet into Ky's mush with a quick Dropkick delivered the instant Sanders righted herself!
DROPKICK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=VOCl9q0Dz5w
Kylie hit the deck in a sprawl but immediately rolled onto her side to block any potential pin, a response that seemed to irk Charlie because the younger grappler slapped both hands against the mat before grabbing hold of Sanders' noggin. “Get up then!”she ordered while forcing the Iowan to do exactly that. “If you won't stay down, you can get up and fight!”
Ky didn't argue because she couldn't, she was still reeling from the returning lovely's flurry of pins, not to mention that teeth-rattling Dropkick. To that end she was bullied into the ropes where Dawson snatched hold of a wrist and sent her off with an Irish NOPE! Sanders reached the edge of her tether, took command of Charlie's wrist and sent the other blonde to the ropes in her place! This reversal of fortune didn't seem to bother Dawson at all, indeed she looked determined as ever as she bounced off the ropes on the far side and rushed back to meet Sanders near the middle of the ring. Ready and waiting when Charlie made her return, Ky looped an arm around the Sweetheart's waist and muscled her up for a Sidewalk Sl--SMECK Dawson clamped her stems around Kylie's skull, twisted loose of the veteran's grasp and spun through to a seat on her tush to flip Sanders ass over teakettle with a perfect Tilt-a-Whirl Headscissors!
TILT-A-WHIRL HEADSCISSORS:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=KNxpdSCSMu4
Ky barreled through the landing to come up near the rope, her hazel eyes crossed after all the flippin' & dippin'. Dawson showed no such ill effects, she was all pumped fists and bright smiles when she got to her feet and rushed over to the woozy Iowan.
“Gonna run away with it now.” she murmured in Ky's ear as she wedged a shoulder into her sternum. “Try to keep up if you can!” No reversal on the Irish Whip this time, Sanders bounded to the other side of the ring and made her way back without incident, at least not until Dawson flew out to meet her with the second Headscissors in as many min--“HHHHRRRRGGHHH!” Kylie felt the rerun coming and made Charlie pay for it by dropping to one knee just as the Washingtonian passed beneath one arm, thus turning what should've been more acrobatics into a spine-jarring Backbreaker!
Charlie bounced off, landed awkwardly on one hip, then rolled onto her stomach to stop Kylie from tacking on a-- “NNNNGGGHHHHHHH!” Sanders didn't bother turning the other blonde over for a cover, instead she braced one hand between Dawson's shoulders and the other against the slim curve of her glutes so she could deliver one, two, three quick Knee Drops to the small of her opponent's back!
KNEE DROPS:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=kf9rHZwlsf0
Charlie wailed aloud and rolled out from underneath to take a seat on the mat. She might've made it all the way back to verticality if Ky hadn't dropped down behind and snaked her legs around the Sweetheart's waist. In the same instant Sanders threaded her left arm around Dawson's neck and clasped her hands in a single hard knot. Grimacing as she was made to suffer simultaneous squeezes, Charlie pushed at the Iowan's locked ankles for a few seconds before shifting her attention to the arm threatening to dislocate her jaw. Ky shook her head 'no', rocked from side to side, then laid out so she was resting on her right hip and elbow.
CHINLOCK W/ BODYSCISSORS:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=9dffpCmKPO4
Another prolonged constriction made Dawson wail, so the PVP put even more pressure on the Chinlock and asked, “Ready to call it a night, Charlie?”
“NO!” Dawson swatted the veteran's encroaching bicep for emphasis. “What about you, huh? This goes on too long and you'll miss the early bird specGGGRRRHHHHHHH!”
Kylie punished the returning blonde with another powerful squeeze, yet the resultant jolt of adrenaline gave Charlie what she needed to roll from her side to all fours. Carrying Sanders' weight wasn't pleasant by any means, but this new arrangement meant much better levera--THWHAP! Kylie released both holds, grabbed hold of Dawson's left shoulder and clouted her with a heavy Forearm Smash to the back to the neck! She followed this with a hopping Butt Bomb that DROVE her tush into the center of Charlie's back. Dawson smacked a fist against the mat, tried to crawl away and let out a breathy groan when Kylie crouched down and applied a Reverse Waistlock with the strength of a Bear Hug. With Charlie's back snugged tight to her chest, Sanders rolled over onto her back, then shot up on her tiptoes and the crown of her skull to stack the former Tag champ on her shoulders for the...
ONE...
TWO...
Charlie twisted her hips to break the cover but Kylie remained tenaciously glued to her back via the Waistlock. Pretty features twisted with pain and anger, Dawson grabbed hold of Kylie's wrists and tried to prize them apart with no noticeable success. “You think you're gonna keep me down here all night, huh?”
Cheek pressed between Dawson's shoulders, Sanders smiled and replied, “All night? Nah. Just 'til you quit. Or I hold you down for thr--”
“You won't make me quit.” Charlie interrupted, her voice fierce. “You're not gonna pin me, eithWHUFFH!”
The Pleasant Valley Princess twisted abruptly and dumped Charlie onto her stomach with the Bear Hug cinched on tighter than ever. She didn't bother crawling aboard for a full mount but she did drape her right leg over Dawson's back so she cross her ankles and punish the Washingtonian's left thigh with a sharp squeeze. “You sure about that?” Kylie made it a point to grind the point of her chin into the nape of Charlie's neck. “Because it sure feels like you're about finished if you don't stop kissing canvas pretty soon!”
Merle must've had similar thoughts because he knelt beside the action and asked, “What do you say, Charlie? Need me to call for the bell?”
Dawson shooed him away with a valiant (albeit slightly pouty) shake of her head, then dug her nails into the mat and began to draaaaaaaaaag their combined weight in the direction of the ropes. Sanders didn't try to stop her, she merely continued to work the Bear Hug until Dawson was within easy reach of escape. That's when the veteran hurried into a seat on the Sweetheart's back and slipped her hands beneath Charlie's biceps and-- “AARRRHHHH!”
The FAWNatics voiced their sympathy alongside Charlie's anguish when Kylie pushed to a seat and leaned back on the Full Nelson Camel Clutch. Their sympathy was hardly universal however, as there were plenty of Corps members in the house that suggested Dawson 'TAP! TAP! TAP!' while their heroine continued to pour it on with the spine-wrenching hold.
FULL NELSON CAMEL CLUTCH:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=GJXW_t3_F8c
“It’s good advice,” Kylie grunted in the ear of her fellow blonde, the Platinum Pixie then leaning back even farther after giving Charlie a respite to dispense her advice.
The Corps’ demand gained in strength and it fed their leader, Sanders bridging with Dawson’s upper half in tow, turning the returning Sweetheart into a sickening ‘C’ shape, vertebrae surely about to snap.
Even Merle winced now and he hurriedly asked the former Tag Champion if she wanted to give in. With baby blues welling, Charlie offered a mewling ‘no’. The official seemed to wish it was not the case, but he acceded to Dawson’s wishes and motioned for the match to continue.
Limbs and back straining in her effort to secure the win, Ky’s exertion reached its max and she finally released, letting Charlie’s torso and head flop to the canvas, the blonde’s nose thumping against the deck from the liberation. But Dawson’s surely willing to suffer that consequence than deal with the agony from her spine.
Kylie laid upon her foe’s legs, drained. The Hawkeye stared up at the lights, shaking her head softly at the fortitude Dawson’s shown.
Knowing the longer this match continued the more it favored the younger Charlie, Ky readied another attempt to force capitulation. Rising to a seat on her counterpart, Sanders spun in a 180, rose into a crouch, and collected each of Dawson’s stems at the ankle. Switching to a Boston Crab to draw out the surrender, Kylie was sent flipping forward before she could secure her position, Charlie showing how much strength remained in her legs by forcing them to the canvas.
The trip was momentarily disorienting if not particularly painful and Sanders bounced to her feet, turned, and raced toward a rising and spinning Charlie, lowering a shoulder for another classic Hawkeye Spear of the clueless Dawson.
But it turned out Dawson’s been through some refresher courses on Sanders’ arsenal. She leapfrogged the charging Kylie but landed awkwardly, her back still providing problems from the abuse moments before.
Meanwhile, Ky skidded to a stop and turned with a Spinning Heel Kick directed at Charlie’s temple. The Sweetheart dipped beneath, allowing Sanders to pirouette past and when the Pixie faced her again, Dawson sent a Toe Kick deep into the veteran’s solar plexus, doubling a bug-eyed Kylie at the waist.
Charlie helped herself to the crop of silvery blonde on Ky’s cranium and dropped to her derriere, busting Kylie’s face when she sat out.
SIT-OUT FACEBUSTER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=VQCGX0VKVJA
Sanders’ flaccid body rolled back-to-mat from the impact and offered Charlie a golden opportunity. She reached forward, snatching a limp leg of the future Hall of Famer, pulling Sanders into a half-cradle between Dawson’s extended stems for the…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
Kylie kicked loose, reflexively rolling to her side and out from between Charlie’s lower limbs.
The Corps and more cheered vociferously at Kylie’s survival, wanting the battle between reformed and returned favorites to continue, a few ‘FIGHT FOREVER’ blossoming amongst the sellout throng.
Charlie kipped to her feet to appreciative claps, but the assembled seemed more concerned about Ky’s condition, the Pixie pushing to all fours and shaking her noggin to put the contents back in working order.
The Sweetheart gazed at the crowd, lifting an arm high. She received a smattering of applause that turned to worried silence when Charlie swung the arm down and wrapped it around a rising Kylie’s head in a Front Facelock. Dawson lifted a limp arm of the veteran, dropping it over the back of her neck, and violently twisted Sanders to the canvas with a Swinging Neckbreaker, eliciting an apprehensive ‘ooooh’ from the crowd at its precision and power.
SWINGING NECKBREAKER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=oKL7BRWlZYg
Charlie scrambled atop the splayed Pixie and into a Crossbody pin, hooking the far leg for good measure for the…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOO!
Again, Kylie’s infamous ability to survive punishment saved her, Sanders edging a shoulder off the deck.
On her haunches next to Kylie, Dawson slapped the mat in frustration, America’s Sweetheart thinking she had the match won. Charlie shoved Kylie to her chest and rose at the boots of the Pixie.
Grabbing Ky’s left leg, Dawson stepped over, dropping to a knee. Charlie quickly leaned forward and slapped a Crossface grip on Sanders, lacing her fingers and reefing back, turning the tables on the spinal torture from earlier.
Kylie howled in anguish as her backbone was curved unnaturally by the work of her fellow blonde. It’s Sanders turn to suffer and be queried by the man in stripes if she wanted to concede.
Unable to shake her head while it's under Charlie’s control, she mumbled a negative through the painful grip, but the ‘nmmmph’ quickly morphed to a loud ‘GAHHHH’ as the Sweetheart showed her technical ability to bring the pain.
The Corps’ 'PLEASE…DON’T…TAP' chant echoed through the arena and Sanders obliged them, desperately holding on for dear match life until an irritated Dawson released and THUMPED Kylie’s face into the thinly-sheathed plywood, drawing some disapproval from the Corps in the crowd.
Kylie checked her bruised beak, pressing it with both palms as Dawson untied her legs from those of the FAWN original.
Charlie headed for the nearest corner after the near-fall, deciding a high impact will be necessary to keep Kylie down for good. Scaling the buckles, Dawson’s climb was interrupted by an earlier than expected rise by the dogged Sanders. Though rubbery, the Pixie was up and turning in Charlie’s direction while the Sweetheart remained on the middle ropes.
Creating on the fly, quite literally, Dawson leapt from her perch, twisting toward Ky who reflexively catches her foe around the waist. The Pleasant Valley Princess lifts her fellow Lightweight for a splattering conclusion, but Charlie had other ideas.
Dawson reached back for Kylie’s noggin, grabbing it in a Three Quarters Facelock at her highest point, then dropping to her ass, NAILING Kylie with a nuclear bomb of a Cazadora Cutter she called the Lilac Spike
LILAC SPIKE @ 00:11
www.youtube.com/watch?v=kxql_jmjha0
The collision of cranium to canvas bounces Sanders to her haunches before she melted to her side, in possession of only a few of her marbles.
Charlie pulled Ky from her side to her back and climbed aboard in a Lateral Press, hooking the far leg for a more spectacular pin and win with the inevitable…
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOO!
The PVP weakly shoved a shoulder up but weak or not it’s off the canvas a few inches and the eagle-eyed Merle leapt to his feet with two fingers raised.
Charlie, kneeling at her foe’s side and looking at the official hopefully, combed all ten fingers through her long platinum blonde locks, seemingly unsure how the softly stirring woman in front of her was still in this match.
When a rhythmic clap erupted from the crowd, America’s Sweetheart released a heavy sigh and realizes she had more work to do to both finish off the FAWN legend and reclaim the unadulterated love of the crowd she left behind some two and a half years ago.
Palming Kylie's head in her hands, the blue-clad blonde hauled Sanders to her feet in stages whereupon reaching full verticality she deftly switched over to a Three Quarters Facelock and wrenched her foe's noggin down and to the side at a painfully sharp angle. Cravate secure, Charlie pumped her right knee into the Iowan's breadbasket once, twice, three times. Sanders grunted with each impact and countered with a few body blows of her own, but the veteran's leverage was far from ideal and the resistance earned her nothing more than another sharp yank from the Sweetheart.
“Tap out.” Dawson demanded after several more seconds of silence. “Tap out, Kylie. Before I hurt OOFFHH!”
The Platinum Pixie shifted from fists to elbows, smashing that bony dagger into the curve of Charlie's right hip! It still didn't free her, however the youngster's groan suggested she'd felt it far more than the punch, so Ky tacked on a whole flurry of pwaking blows. Though her vision was currently limited to the stretch of canvas directly around her boots, distance traveled told the ring general that she was within a few long steps of the ropes so she grit her teeth and--
“EERRRGGGHHHH!” Charlie wrenched Kylie's neck harder than ever and piled on with her heaviest Kneelift yet! The air left Sanders' lungs in a blast and she would've collapsed to her knees if not for the Cravate which allowed her to stay upright at the cost of some hellacious neck strain.
“Next one lands between your eyes.” Dawson warned as she turned the discombobulated legend in a sharp, awkward circle. “I mean it, Kylie. I didn't come back here to lose, so you better just tap out or I'll--”
“Do what you have to do.” the leader of the Corps grunted as she looped her arms around Charlie's waist for a rough squeeze. “But just shut up and do it, ok? I can't tell you how tired I am of snippy little blondes trying to make their name at my expenHUFFNNGGH!”
A furiously frowning Charlie stuffed her right knee into Sanders' tummy, then THWHONKED her left knee into the other blonde's forehead. “Watch your mouth around me, ma'am.” the Sweetheart warned. “I'm nothing like that punk Braddock and I won't have you lumping me in withHEY!”
Kylie secured the Waistlock again and plowed forward until she felt the rubber-coated steel yielding to the press of their combined weight. She'd meant to hook a foot over the bottom rope to force a break, but Dawson had other ideas and she bounced off the strands with the Cravate still intacNO! Sanders slipped free of the other blonde's clutches, whipped around behind and looped her left arm around Charlie's throat.
Sleeper, Kylie Sanders to Charlie Dawson.
Clamped down on her right bicep for extra leverage, the PVP kept her right hand palmed against the back of Charlie's skull and squeeeeeezed like she meant to send the former Tag Champion to Dreamland on the spot! “You wanna prove you're better than the Brat?” Ky huffed as she jostled the hold back and forth. “Try getting a submission with something stronger than your mouWHOAAAHHHRRRGGHHH!”
Dawson twisted loose, swooped 'round behind the FAWN Original and repaid the Sleeper with brawny, eye-bulging interest! Feet planted wide, Charlie shook the hold back and forth over and over again, then leaned hard right so Kylie had to do the same in order to maintain her balance. “Don't bother.” Dawson shook her head 'no' when she spied Merle moving in to check on the submission. “This Kylie doesn't talk nearly as much crap as the one I remember so we're gonna settle this in silence.”
An honorable competitive sentiment, though the referee still had an obligation to his charges, one he wasn't willing to shirk in light of the deepening flush of the Iowan's features. “What do you say, Kylie?” he asked. “Need me to call for the bell?”
Sanders, who'd raised her left arm in an effort to feed off the crowd, waggled an index finger 'no!' and croaked out, “Nuuuhhhh...NO! She's not gonna stroll in here and GGGRRRRHHHH!”
Charlie straightened her rival up and punished her with another rough shake, the returning Sweetheart stamping in a little circle to ensure Sanders didn't have time to tap into that vaunted ring awareness. “You're gonna treat me like I haven't earned my spot?” Dawson growled. “How dare you! I busted my butt to prove myself and not only did I do it, I never--”
The thought remained unfinished because Kylie reached back with both hands and laced them around the younger wrestler's skull. Charlie knew a Jawbreaker was coming but rather than disengage entirely she shifted from the Sleeper to a half-Waistlock and one hand pressed to Sanders' rump. Just like that she muscled Kylie up onto the point of her right shoulder, then swung her back the way she'd came and went down on one knee to THWUMP the veteran's pert tush with an eye-watering Atomic Drop!
Kylie shot up on tiptoe, both hands flying to her beleaguered buns as she tried to alleviate the worst of the impact. As for Charlie, she zigged around the PVP and raced to the ropes in front of her mincing adversary. Rather than turn around she hopped up onto the second strand and launched herself backward, the Washington lovely reaching over her right shoulder with both hands to snatch hold of Sanders' head for-- Kylie caught Charlie first, the Hawkeyecon snatching Dawson from the air with a Waistlock before arching over to THAWHAM the Sweetheart down onto the back of her head and shoulders courtesy of a massive German Suplex!
RELEASE GERMAN SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=eN1yQAdARj4
Dawson's momentum was such that Kylie couldn't keep her hands locked so instead of bridge Charlie simply rolled through, the gobsmacked cutie coming to a seat slumped against the ropes with her blue eyes shining glassy as marbles. Elsewhere, Sanders rolled to all fours and pounded a fist against the mat, both to rally the crowd and clear the fog in her head. Nodding in time as those assembled began to roar 'KY-LIE! KY-LIE!', the Pleasant Valley Princess fought to her feet and promptly hurled herself toward the other side of the squared circle. Hands limp in her lap, Dawson saw Sanders coming but couldn't force her body to heed the warnings from her scrambled brain. Thus she could only lower her chin and brace for impa--THWHACK! Kylie took to the skies in a low leap that culminated with the heels of her boots smashing into the seated grappler's chin!
BASEMENT DROPKICK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=LXtFN3ANKm4
The force of it knocked Charlie backward through the gap between the ropes and she might've slid all the way to the floor if Sanders hadn't latched onto the other blonde's kneepads. Her trademark smile reappearing as she dragged Dawson back into the deep water of center ring, Kylie rolled Charlie over onto her belly before popping up with a foot planted on either side of her rival's hips. “Get up, Sweetheart!” Cheers from the capacity crowd when Sanders flattened out a hand to deliver a single whistling SMACK to Charlie's defenseless glutes!
Dawson yelped and scrambled to all fours which allowed Kylie to hunker down and trap her in another Waistlock. From there she sank a little deeper and prized Charlie off the canvas, the FAWN Original taking her burden up 'n over, then finally down, the speed of her bridge picking up considerably in the heartbeat before she THAWHUMPED Dawson down on the back of her head and shoulders. Now Ky she did hold the bridge, Sanders pushing onto tiptoe to keep Charlie glued to the mat for...
DEADLIFT GERMAN SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=leeTZVr1rD4
ONE...
TWO...
THRNOOOO!
Dawson wrenched loose and flopped onto her tummy, the devastated beauty draping one arm over the back of her throbbing skull. “You want more, cutie?” Kylie took a moment to 'flick' her briefs into place and smooth back her hair. “I can give you all you want.”
Charlie groaned like she didn't want much more at the moment, not that this stopped Kylie from muscling her onto all fours. A Gutwrench soon followed, Sanders plucking the Lightweight into the air so she could turn in a circle that showed off the veteran's strength... and Dawson's squirming bu-- Ky halved the Gutwrench, raised her left hand and slapped Charlie's butt a second time! “One more?” she asked the roaring Corps. “Make sure she knows who she's dealing with?”
They all agreed this was a good deal via a raucous 'ONE MORE!', so Sanders obliged them with her tartest SMACK yet!
“PUNK!” Dawson yelped as she was paddled for the throng's amusement. “YOU'RE THE SAME BULLY YOU WERE WHEN I NNNNGGGGHHHH!”
Gutwrench at full strength once more, Sanders dropped low and and snapped over to dump Charlie to the deck once more. Still holding on tight, Kylie bridged as high as she could while Merle counted out...
GUTWRENCH SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=8sTjQUplLyI
ONE...
TWO...
THRENOOOOOOOO!
Charlie pounded a fist into the Iowan's abs to escape the bridge at the last instant. Doing so didn't free her from the Gutwrench though, in fact Kylie floated over the Sweetheart and used the grip to draw her into a Standing Headscissors. Grinning wider than ever, she raised both hands like she was going to deliver a stereo swat to Charlie's cheeks only to 'fix' the other blonde's distended trunks before adding a condescending little pat. From there she slapped on a Waistlock and muscled / flipped Dawson onto her shoulders for a PowerboNOOOO!
Charlie locked her legs around Kylie's skull and popped her hips to transform the Powerbomb into a Hurricanrana that dumped Kylie high and tight on her head and shoulders! Catching hold of the veteran's legs when they popped skyward, Dawson leaned down until her forehead touched the canvas when she bobbed her head in time to Merle's count of...
ONE...
TWO...
THRENOOOOOOOO!
Kylie escaped by the slimmest of margins, the Pleasant Valley Princess exploding out of pin to regain her footing in the span between heartbeats. Charlie was up with similar celerity and when their eyes met there was no hesitation, both blondes rushing at one another with arms extended for-- THA-THWHAP! The dual Clotheslines smashed each wrestler's clavicle and they went down in a heap that left both of 'em sucking wind as they tried to draw a breath.
The count grew on both combatants, reaching FIVE, SIX and SEVEN before any significant movement from either grappler. Together the blondes rose, one in the twilight of her career but still shining, another back to start a singles career that could be in its prime.
Sanders surged toward her foe, right arm drawn in a Clothesline. She swiped and missed the ducking Dawson. Showing the energy of youth, Charlie leapt to the corner in front of her, landing on the middle buckle and spun through an airborne U-turn.
Kylie spun to find her foe and discovered too much, America’s Sweetheart soaring toward her, right leg CRASHING across her clavicle. Charlie rode Ky down, THUMPING the limb down across Sanders’ throat with a Diving Leg Lariat.
DIVING LEG LARIAT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=EOxziLP3aM8
Dawson popped to her feet and pumped a fist toward the FAWNatics. The returnee received a reticent response, most of the crowd concerned about the splattered Platinum Pixie.
“Really?” a flustered, confused Charlie asks rhetorically.
She turned to find the stubborn veteran rising. Racing away from the ascending Hawkeye, Dawson bounced out of the cables to the barely vertical Kylie. Charlie slid in on her knees, sending a Gut Punch deep into Kylie’s midriff. A bug-eyed Sanders doubled at the waist from being impaled, frozen there as Dawson pops to her feet, quickly back in gear.
Showing speed Kylie couldn't match, Charlie rebounded out of the ropes again and STRUCK a boot to Sanders’ left temple, sending the Pleasant Valley Princess spinning to the deck, seemingly out cold from the second layer of Charlie’s Road Runner combo.
The groaning crowd watched Dawson dive atop the splayed Kylie in a Lateral Press, hooking a leg for the…
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO!
Again, Kylie refused to lose, throwing a shoulder up, and Charlie was openly exasperated at the result, running both sets of fingers through her hair, Sanders proving to be more than a prop in her triumphant return to FAWN action.
Dawson pushed to her feet knowing there’s a huge arrow remaining in her sling, one that no one had survived in any of the organizations in which she’s competed. Moving to the nearest corner, buoyed by the adrenaline rush of having a future Hall of Famer in her finishing sights, Charlie climbed to the top and pivoted to face the stirring Sanders.
Charlie motioned for Ky to rise and so her foe did, unaware of Dawson’s position or the crowd’s warning shouts of the impending Charlie Cutter that would end her night.
CHARLIE CUTTER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=P53Lflg9OC0
But with Dawson in midair, Kylie’s hard-won survival instincts kicked in and she threw her body clear. Instead of spiking Sanders’ skull into the canvas, Charlie implanted her tailbone into the deck with nothing to show for it!
Dawson bounced on her backside, hands slipping underneath to massage her bruised coccyx. Meanwhile, the Corps chanted ‘KY-LEE’ in an effort to more quickly bring Sanders out of her lethargy. Ky leaned against the ropes watching Charlie’s derriere distress as she rattled her brain-case.
Racing past Dawson from behind, Kylie sped by the seated, grimacing Sweetheart, rebounded off the ropes and NAILED Charlie with a Soccer Kick to the chest. With her fellow blonde flattened, Kylie headed to the corner, hoping to avoid a similar aerial mistake.
But Ky had a very different idea in mind when she reached the penthouse and faced her foe. She kept it simple and attacked with Dawson still down, leaping off the top buckle and POUNDING a double stomp into Charlie’s bosom, the crowd ‘ooohing’ as the Corps’ Commander hit a blasting set of boots before bouncing off her crash-pad.
Sanders passed on the pin despite the crowd’s urging. Instead, she grabbed a wrist of the Sweetheart and tugged the limp Charlie to her feet. Dipping, Ky threaded an arm between the spaghetti legs of Dawson, ‘hupping’ Charlie across her shoulders in a Fireman’s Carry.
Everyone in the house knew what’s coming and the Platinum Pixie did not disappoint, falling to her left and depositing Charlie to the deck in impactful fashion with the legendary Pleasant Valley Driver.
PLEASANT VALLEY DRIVER @ 00:14
www.youtube.com/watch?v=96YGwFdN9K8
Kylie ended on her knees next to the demolished Charlie and she dove atop in a Crossbody Press, hooking the far leg for the…
ONE…
TWO…
THREE!
With the Corps rising to their feet, Kylie pushed off America’s Sweetheart, ending on her haunches and wearily acknowledging the roaring crowd and the Announcer’s call.
“Ladies and gentlemen, your winner via pin-fall... KYLIE SANDERS!”
The spent Hawkeye applauded the crowd in response to their show of appreciation, Dawson stirring back to life. Ky reached over and tapped the cheek of Charlie, rousing her further.
“Great match, kid. They’re lucky to have you back,” Kylie assured.
Dawson nodded as she moved to a seated position next to the kneeling Sanders.
“Thanks,” she responded. “YOU’RE RIGHT!”
Reaching forward, Charlie scrapes her nails across Kylie’s hazel peepers.
Sanders howls in blinded agony!
The FAWNatics, for a moment too stunned to react to what they’ve seen, rained torrents of boos upon the rising Charlie. Dawson turns to the angry throng.
“Seriously, this old bytch has done so many heinous acts and you cheer her? Over me? Well, you can all eff off. I came back here for a reason, and it wasn’t for the love of you fickle morons.”
A sightless and mewling Kylie pushes to her feet, feeling out in front of her blindly. A risen Charlie paintbrushes Sanders’ face, spinning Ky in a pained pirouette.
Dawson headed for the corner and climbed to the top. This time there’s no ‘eject’ button for the sightless Sanders. With Ky unaware of Dawson’s acrobatic leap into the void, Charlie hits her vengeful, showstopping Cutter, leaving the victor in an unconscious starfish.
CHARLIE CUTTER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=eKlmNL1UPPE
The ‘Sweetheart’ knelt next to the comatose Kylie, arms raised high and wide.
“This is the ending you SHOULD want, so it’s the ending you’re getting!”
Charlie crotch-chopped toward the snoozing Sanders, hopped to her feet, and made her exit, ignoring the crowd’s sentiment, letting everyone know she’s America’s Brokenheart.