Post by hawkeye on Jul 7, 2022 2:43:17 GMT
As the glorious, melodious return of Sixpence None The Richer’s ‘There She Goes’ sweeps through the arena, the closest thing the organization will get to Girl Scout Part Deux bounces on the balls of her feet from side to side.
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On the other side of the curtain, the masses lets loose with a huge cheer, the Corps truly feeling the return of their girl with the return of her iconic accompaniment. Kylie gulps hard and pushes through, entering alone but joining the thousands returning to her fold.
Ky moves to center stage and seems slightly embarrassed by the roar of the throngs, the sight of a humble Sanders only bringing more collective love in the direction of the silvery-bobbed, elfin beauty.
KYLIE SANDERS
Continuing to draw on echoes of her original gear, Sanders sports a simple yellow-gold sports bra topside with black boy-cut shorts, black boots and pads. As she heads down the ramp, Kylie cups 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 walks the aisle, pleased to slap hands with her forgiving fans, gazing with delight at a poster proclaiming the Platinum Pixie as their Platinum Princess.
Sanders reaches the ring and takes a moment to gaze around the arena, choking up at the display of affection from the fans. She waves and bows to the FAWNatics before slipping through the cables.
Moving to the middle, she applauds the sellout crowd before raising a microphone to her Cupid’s Arrow lips.
“Thank you so much.”
Ky waits for the din to die down.
“I’ve been seeing a bad reaction online to the returning Miss Dawson.”
The crowd spins on a dime, jeering the name of America’s FORMER Sweetheart.
“Wait. Wait. I’m disappointed in Charlie. No lie. She couldn’t get what she wanted away from FAWN. She couldn’t get it against me last month. And she flipped. But I’ve been there. Been frustrated. Acted out. So I’m not holding grudges. No. I’m moving on and stepping up to the best women in the division. And I’m getting one of the best tonight.”
Sanders hands the stick over to the ring announcer and recedes to her assigned corner to let Nick Castle check her for foreign objects. The official concludes as the announcer makes his introduction.
“Our next match is scheduled for one fall with a time limit of 20 minutes. From Pleasant Valley, Iowa, standing 5 feet 4 inches and weighing in at 115 pounds, the Platinum Pixie…KYLIE SANDERS!”
The house erupts save for pockets of continued resistance or disbelief. Again, Kylie waves enthusiastically, nervously bouncing and stretching, impatient for her next singles test.
The FAWNatics aren’t waiting for long.
The accompaniment for Muy Caliente fills the arena bowl and the sellout throng rises to its feet, each making a space in front of them for their own personal dance floors, shifting their hips in time with the music.
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As the party grows in force, Ky even engaging in a hip swivel or two, A Number-Uno of the Muy members pushes through the curtains and sambas to center stage, namely the bubble-blowing, former bad girl, Gabby Mendoza.
GABBY MENDOZA
With supportive signs scattered throughout the bowl, Mendoza points and pump fists at her fans before breaking toward the ramp and ring.
The Babyfaced Bubblicious connoisseur reaches the battleground, facetiously waving toward the supposedly reformed Sanders. Gabby’s in her Caliente gear, former iconic mini-skirt and bustier replaced by a purple and gold display, the two piece of crop top and booty shorts showing solidarity with her new crew ( www.etsy.com/no-en/listing/671209460/pro-wrestling-gear-womens-crop-top-and ). Black pads and gold boots complete the makeover.
Moving up the steps, the Babyfaced Killer hesitates before slipping through the ropes and moving to the buckles opposite Sanders.
The announcer sees his chance as the music fades.
“And her opponent, from Irving Texas, standing 5’5” and weighing 122 pounds, G-Money…Gabby Mendoza.”
The once Terrible Texan calls for the microphone as she measures the Hawkeye up and down while being inspected by Castle.
“Are you people buying this?” Mendoza asks the assembled. “I mean. From this puta?”
Many in the crowd chuckle, acceding to Gabby’s point. A grinning Kylie shrugs, knowing a lot of evidence is on the Texan’s side.
“Girl. I know people can change and see things differently. Because I have. But you? After I beat you, we’ll see if “good” Kylie is replaced with “real” Kylie…again.”
Mendoza stuffs the stick in the announcer’s chest and he makes his exit, leaving Castle to call for the bell, Gabby blowing a huge pink bubble as she circles out of her corner.
Kylie charges Muy Caliente’s most famous and infamous member. The blonde is sent flying with a perfectly-timed arm drag. Sanders uses the momentum to pop to her feet and race toward her foe again, only to meet the same result, the Platinum Pixie tumbling wildly, this time rolling into a corner.
Kylie ends seated against the buckles, hazel eyes spinning. She shakes her noggin to regain her bearings and push to her feet sheepishly, Gabby motioning her forward.
Sanders moves more carefully this time, surging forward toward a collar-and-elbow that never happens, as Mendoza falls to the canvas and brings Ky there with a drop toe hold, Sanders banging her chin against the deck. Gabby scrambles atop her floored foe then to a shoulder, capturing the blonde’s noggin in a side headlock.
The Hawkeye pushes to her feet. Gabby keeps the grip in place until Sanders’ hands move to Mendoza’s hips and shove her off. Gabs uses the momentum to sprint to the ropes and rebound, rushing toward Ky who takes a clothesline swipe, but the Texan ducks under. The Pixie spins toward a returning Mendoza, lowering for a lift but Gabby leapfrogs and continues her journey. U-turning a third time, Mendoza ROCKS Kylie with a perfectly-placed dropkick to the chest, leaving Sanders flat on her back.
Both women scramble to their feet, G-Money considerably quicker, but it’s the FAWN original racing at her foe first, again missing with a clothesline but proceeding to the ropes and rebounding, finally NAILING Gabby with a shoulder block, putting a startled Mendoza on her back, gazing up at a hungry Ky.
Immediately launching with legs extended, Kylie tries to drop them across the lithe, tawny frame of the Babyfaced Killer and comes up empty when Mendoza rolls clear. A pained Sanders grabs for her throbbing tailbone with both hands. She doesn’t notice Gabby slide behind her until she pulls the Pleasant Valley Princess into her lap, capturing both arms with a snaky, sneaky full nelson.
Leaning back, Mendoza reclines to her spine, bringing a squirming Kylie with her. The Texan thrusts her pelvis up and forward then gravity brings the duo down with a nasty Keester Bounce that has Sanders’ elfin features twisted in pain. Gabby pushes a huge pink bubble from between her lips while repeating the process a second and third time, Kylie mewling in discomfort from each subsequent landing.
Mendoza releases the nelson and spins to her chest with a scissors still in place, stacking the bottom-blasted Ky on her shoulders for the…
ONE…
TWO…
The Platinum Pixie tumbles loose, scurrying to her feet and into a corner where she massages her cheeks with both hands and confirms with the ref she escaped in time.
“Don’t be mad Girl Scout,” Gabby chuckles.
Ky’s adorable nose scrunches. There’s no tantrum or threats but neither is happiness on the face of the veteran.
Kylie huffs in frustration and moves toward the middle, Gabby circling around Sanders, reaching then pulling back, keeping Sanders in off-balance lurches until, with one grab, Kylie latches on and pulls Mendoza in for a leverage struggle. That Gabby wins!
Pivoting, Mendoza snapmares Sanders to another rough landing on her bum. The bubble-blower follows with a soccer kick to the base of the Pixie’s spine, Ky’s back arching forward in pain.
Mendoza dashes past Sanders, hitting the ropes in front of her foe and bouncing back toward the seated Hawkeye. She leaps toward Kylie, reaching for a grip on a flip over Sanders’ right shoulder to slam the Iowan’s head into the deck. But Ky drops flat and Gabby rolls through after the miss, popping to her feet from the forward flip, unsatisfied but unharmed.
The tawny Texan turns to find her foe, unaware Kylie’s kipped to her feet and barrels toward her, shoulder dipped. Kylie GUTS the slender Caliente commander with a vicious spear, nearly splitting Gabby in half. The follow-through on the tackle PLANTS Mendoza to the mat, leaving the Babyfaced Killer a starfished wreck and Kylie on top of her in a full body pin for the…
ONE…
TWO…
Mendoza kicks loose, rolling to her side and hugging her blasted tummy with both arms.
“Got my merit badge in bytch taming,” Ky snorts, pushing to her feet and hovering over the retching Mendoza.
Ky grabs Gabby by the ankles and pulls her toward the middle. Keeping both grips tight, Sanders steps over Mendoza, flipping G-Money to her chest. Kylie lowers her reverse straddle to a crouch, drawing Gabby’s trapped limbs with her, securing her foe in spine-stretching Boston Crab.
Boston Crab ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=xHycBptLn4s )
Mendoza bites her lower lip as Ky forces the arch further and further. As Sanders moves her foe’s frame toward a disturbing ‘C’ shape, Gabby yelps in pain, unable to contain. Castle drops in front of the Latina spitfire and asks if she wants to surrender, Nick getting a sneering ‘no’ from the Caliente commander.
Instead, Mendoza digs her nails into the canvas and claws her way to the cables, slowly and painfully. But G-Money reaches her goal, slapping a palm around the bottom rope and screeching for release.
Castle calls for the break and Sanders obliges in short order, letting Mendoza’s legs fall to the deck, Gabby sighing in relief as she works at the knots in her vertebrae.
The Platinum Pixie pushes to her feet and takes a few steps back, drawing an appreciative hand from the Kylie Corps for allowing Gabby to reach vertical without interruption.
Mendoza nods in Sanders’ direction as she steps away from the safety of the ropes, acknowledging Kylie’s fair play. Gabby steps toward a collar-and-elbow with Ky but slips underneath when the Hawkeye reaches for the same, Mendoza ending behind Kylie, wrapping her arms around the platinum blonde’s gulping ivory tummy.
“Following the rules once doesn’t convince me,” Gabby whispers in the FAWN original’s ear.
Kylie swings a pointed elbow behind her and catches Mendoza in the temple. Sanders spins out of the weakened grip. Dipping, she slips her head between G-Money’s legs, wrapping her arms around the limbs. The veteran lifts Gabby off the deck, Mendoza ending partially draped over Ky’s shoulders.
“I don’t care if you are,” Sanders responds.
Kylie expertly shifts her grip and drops to one knee, BLASTING the upper level of Gabby’s cervical column with a reverse neckbreaker that draws a loud ‘ooooh’ from the crowd and leaves the lithe Latina a grounded mess, cradling her neck, her boot soles pattering against the canvas.
Reverse Neckbreaker ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=ags4LuGr8PU www.youtube.com/watch?v=pB-5bV_MgbE )
The PVP quickly covers, dropping into a lateral press and hooking Gabby’s far leg for the…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOO!
Mendoza shoots a shoulder up, drawing considerable applause from the Caliente Crew in the audience.
Sanders grabs the raised arm of her foe at the wrist as she rises. Ky bends it back into a triangle before securing a scissors and working the limb relentlessly.
Short Arm Scissors ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=a4PHQ7lnvZg ) :03
Castle drops beside the grunting Texan, asking Mendoza if she’s had enough. The answer is emphatically in the negative and Nick waves off any thought the timekeeper may have had of ringing the bell.
Aware Gabby has no intention of yielding, the Platinum Pixie rolls to her feet, drawing the wincing Latina up with her then flings Gabby to the far buckles with a makeshift Irish Whip. G-Money’s body shudders from the impact of spine to thin padding and does again when a charging Sanders leaps into a meaty splash of her adversary, CRUSHING the Texan beneath her body.
With Gabby a sagging mess, Ky scoops under Mendoza’s thighs and vaults her to a seat on the top buckle. Grabbing Gabby’s wrists, Kylie spins away from her foe, crossing Mendoza’s limbs in front of her. With handles secure, Kylie RIPS Gabs off her perch with an Iconoclasm, SLAMMING a flipping Gabby’s backbone to the canvas-covered plywood, the crowd, including the Kylie Corps, groaning in sympathy at the hard landing.
Iconoclasm ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=GlDWO254zdQ )
Sanders drapes her legs over Gabby’s shoulders in an unconventional pinning position and, despite the pain evident in G-Money’s face, it’s not a surprise when Mendoza kicks free at TWO!, shoving the blonde’s legs off and away, rising to a seated position.
For her part, the FAWN original pushes to her feet and latches onto a wrist of her foe. Ky adds a grip on a shoulder and pulls Mendoza to vertical. Sanders tugs Gabby alongside, shoulder to shoulder, while tossing a limp arm of the Texan over the back of her neck. With practiced ease, Sanders scoops the Babyfaced Killer airborne on her right hip.
Turning 90 degrees, Ky lets the legs of her adversary drop. G-Money’s lower limbs rebounding off the top rope, sending them springboarding off. The Texan’s torso follows, as Kylie delivers Gabby to the deck with a slingshot back suplex, Gabs’ neck and spine THUNKING against the canvas-covered hardwood. Mendoza’s body curls in a pained arch, Kylie’s Corps cheering on their glorious leader.
Slingshot Suplex ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=bLZMePLgINw )
Kylie wastes no time in spreading out the dazed Latina, climbing aboard in a crossbody pin, hooking Mendoza’s far leg for the…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOO!
Again, the stubborn Texan won’t let the Platinum Pixie finish, kicking free of the veteran’s effort, flopping to her side, dark eyes blinking, hoping to regain her senses.
Showing the potential for a London Run, Ky isn’t slow to continue pressing her advantage.
Shoving Gabby to her chest, Kylie mounts her foe in a straddling, forward-facing wide genuflection. Sanders ably slips her arms under and around those of the lovely Latina, lacing her fingers behind Mendoza’s noggin, securing a spine-torturing full nelson clutch.
Full Nelson Clutch ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=SduUDB03YkA )
Kylie leeeans back, threatening to snap Gabby’s backbone, G-Money squealing in agony.
“Time to say the words,” Sanders demands. “Or I’ll keep you here all day.”
“You’re…gonna…havta,” Gabby grunts. G-Money seems adamant, howling in anguish instead of giving in.
After a dozen seconds, the PVP acts as if she’s going to separate her digits and release, but she only adjusts her position, instead bearing down all the more after, Mendoza’s eyes welling from the pain.
“Whaddya say?” Castle asks.
“nuh…uhhh,” she mewls unconvincingly, Castle remaining in her face, ready to make another offer.
His position also leaves Castle unaware, as are the women he watches with an eagle eye, of what the urgency in the escalating crowd noise means. For everyone who are not the three in the ring see a hooded figure leap from the front row, then over the barricade, before sliding into the ring.
Springing to her feet, the figure sweeps back the top covering on a hot pink hoodie, the color a dead giveaway for those who paid attention to Mayhem. And sure enough, the Darling of the Desert sets herself, left foot in front of right in a fighting stance.
CHARLIE DAWSON
Finally aware, Castle scrambles to his feet, calling for Charlie Dawson to exit the ring. A confused Sanders finally releases her Clutch on the fading Mendoza, stands and turns to the action AND IS KNCOCKED COLD by America’s Brokenheart.
With Kylie dropped like a sack of shapely potatoes, out before she lands in a matbound starfish, Dawson brings her right fist, tightly wound in a small but effective steel chain, to her lips and gives the curled digits a smooch.
As the crowd jeers in protest at jet engine decibels, Charlie protests.
“I’m saving you people. Saving you from another stupid mistake. This woman’s a fraud.”
Dawson drops her chain on the chest of the unconscious Sanders.
“You should be thanking me!”
Castle, however, isn’t thanking the sinewy blonde lightweight, motioning for the bell. He shouts at the timekeeper who relays the official’s decision.
“Your winner, by disqualification, Kylie Sanders!”
It’s no comfort for the comatose Kylie, Charlie hovering over the snoozing Pixie. Nor is it particularly pleasing to the rising Gabby, Mendoza happy to be free, but very much less so in picking up tonight’s loser’s purse.
“You f’n puta,” Gabby groans, still working at the base of her spine with a free hand
Charlie isn’t concerned in the least regarding the Caliente commander’s complaint, barking at the crowd and the KOd Kylie in turn.
Growing more furious by the second, the steaming Latina whistles at Dawson to gather her attention as she surges toward the slinky blonde. Leaping from a few feet out, Gabby wraps her hands behind the blonde’s braincase while tucking her legs in tight, stuffing her knees next to Charlie’s chest.
And when G-Money lays out, Charlie’s celebratory bubble is burst by Gabby’s finishing codebreaker.
Bursting Your Bubble ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=9mbVFgTFdFg )
Dawson spasms like she has 10,000 volts circulating through her system, remaining on the canvas as Gabby kips to her feet and observes the blondes at her feet.
Snorting in a fury, she strips the Brokenheart of her hoodie, tossing it into the stands, leaving Charlie in her familiar light-blue, two-piece gear. G-Money then stomps Dawson Texas-mudhole style and, when Charlie’s reduced to a whimpering ball, she puts a few boot soles to a stirring Sanders.
“THIS IS BULLSHIT,” Mendoza screams when done with her tango on the blondes. Only the most hard core of Kylie’s Corps disagree.
“I’m sorry,” Nick responds, “but my decision is final.”
Castle barely gets the words out of his mouth before the music of FAWN’s long-time commissioner courses through the speakers. The FAWNatiics’ heads spin to the upper stage where Bethany Christian, in the latest Armani, shifts her hips to the center before raising a microphone to her lips.
BETHANY CHRISTIAN
“Hold on, Nick. Let’s not be too hasty,” the boss interrupts, using an educated guess to determine Castle’s commentary to the Caliente commander.
“I believe awarding this match to Miss Sanders was a bit premature. She didn’t earn it.”
“Hell no, she didn’t,” Mendoza screams in reply, though without an amplifier, she’s much more difficult to hear.
“Calm down, Gabby,” Bethany says. “You’ll always find me a fair and just superior. Since it looks like Kylie and Charlie are coming around. And since I’m sure these people want a definitive winner. This match will be restarted. BUT with Miss Dawson included.”
Even the Kylie Corps seems hyped about seeing more action even if conflicted about seeing a ‘W’ stripped off their favorite’s ledger. With Sanders and Dawson each using the ropes to struggle to unsteady feet, Christian continues.
“So what we now have is a Triple Threat for the #1 contender position for the FAWN Lightweight title.”
The crowd roars its approval, Maria Alves having been removed from central Florida and FAWN’s Pay-Per-Views on a long-term World Tour with the belt, beating all comers on all continents but without an appearance the company’s home base of Orlando. This pronouncement seems to indicate her imminent return and the engines of the assembled rev all the more.
The declaration works like smelling salts on the blondes, the whiff of a title opportunity reviving the Platinum Pixie and America’s Brokenheart to something approximating match-ready.
“Ladies. Take your best shot!” Bethany concludes. then waves for the bell.
Instantly, Ky races at Charlie and vice versa, the two coming together with flying fists, each taking and giving in rapid succession. Mendoza watches with glee, happy to let Ky and Charlie beat the shit out of each other.
Finally, Charlie blocks a right, opening the opportunity to dig a toe kick DEEP into the pit of Kylie’s tummy, Sanders left bent at the waist and bug-eyed. Dawson sinks her digits into Ky’s silvery bob then drops to her backside, legs splayed in a ‘V’, Kylie’s face RAMMED into the deck with a sit-out facebuster.
Sit-out facebuster ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=zQXcSBGjmhU )
The FAWN original flops to her back from the impact and Dawson scrambles for a roll-up pin, the after-effects of a steel-coated punch from Charlie moments before showing, as Sanders shows no ability to break free through…
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOO!
There’s no movement from the Hawkeye, but the Babyfaced Killer is there to pluck Charlie off her fellow foe. The combatants rise and G-Money rocks the full pouting lips of Dawson with a series of forearm shivers, putting the interloper on rubbery pins.
Mendoza raises a pointed elbow and THUMPS it down on the crown of Charlie’s cranium, dropping Dawson to her knees, baby blues glassy.
The Latina has a flaxen-haired smorgasbord selection and seems prepared to take up the fight with her original adversary. But when America’s Brokenheart starts to rise, Gabby heads for the cables to the left of Dawson.
G-Money rebounds and sprints toward her ascending foe. The raven-haired grappler rises with right leg extended and folds the lower limb over the back of Dawson’s braincase, SMASHING Charlie’s features into the mat when she sits out and delivers her signature Pink Sugar Pop.
Pink Sugar Pop ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=UqH5RD03OdU ) :14
Blasted, Charlie’s body bounces away from the brutal impact, Dawson ending on her back, staring blankly at the rafters, begging to be pinned.
But Mendoza’s first instinct is to move to a slowly rising Sanders instead and REPEAT THE SUGAR POP, destroying Kylie with an identical maneuver, the only difference being the Pleasant Valley Princess remains face down after her ring-rattler, a shudder running through Ky’s frame before the Pixie falls still.
A spent but smirking Gabs shovels Kylie to her back and drops breathlessly across Sanders’ chest, huffing through the…
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOO!
Sugar popped victim #1 finds the strength to dive and break up the pin with a double axhandle that’s weak at best. Still, it’s enough to keep Mendoza from the victory by the slimmest of margins.
A snarling Gabby pushes to her feet, easily beating Charlie there. She tugs the late-rising blonde into a tight front facelock, tossing a limp arm of Dawson behind her neck. And in lightning fashion, Mendoza rips Charlie off her feet with a snap suplex, sending the returnee up and over and CRASHING down across the open, ivory midriff of the Pixie.
‘X’ marks the spot with groaning, platinum-maned opponents, Charlie atop Kylie, both women in dire straits. Gabby considers a double pin for a moment then pulls Dawson off Sanders when Nick slaps ‘ONE’ toward a win for the clueless Charlie.
Placing them side by side, the lethal Latina heads for the nearest buckles and climbs to the top, the blondes in her sights from the penthouse perch. Dipping slightly, Gabby launches high into the Orlando night, tucking tight at her zenith, then spreading wide NAILING a two for one frog splash across Kylie and Charlie.
The blondes spasm and fall motionless save for the roll of their chests, each under the domineering torso of the Caliente commander.
Castle is quickly down for the count and the…
ONE…
TWO…
THREENOOO!
Both women push a shoulder off the mat with the smallest of split-seconds remaining, Castle having to reassure the roaring crowd the match continues.
On her haunches next to the squirming platinum blondes, Gabs runs fingers through her raven mane in disbelief, staring at Nick who assures as best he can it was indeed TWO and a lot of change.
Having had enough with close calls, Mendoza pulls a moaning Charlie to her feet. She tugs the lowered head of America’s Brokenheart between her thighs, preparing to send her to unconsciousness with the Froot Stripe Spike.
Froot Stripe Spike ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=pB-5bV_MgbE )
Mendoza wraps her arms around Dawson’s gulping tummy before her plans are upended.
From behind Gabby, a wobbly but functioning Sanders wraps her wings around Gabby’s golden-brown midriff. With seemingly every bit of remaining energy, Kylie tugs G-Money off her feet with a German Suplex of the release variety.
Unfortunately for Charlie, Gabby is able to hold Dawson through her own spine-bruising trip and tosses Charlie as she’s tossed, Dawson THUMPING to the mat even further from Sanders and sliding halfway under the bottom rope.
With an exhausted Kylie unable to immediately press her hard-won advantage, it’s three-way carnage on the canvas, the triumvirate of top lightweight talent splayed across the squared circle, the FAWNatics torn between chants of “HOLY SHIT!” and “THIS IS AWESOME!”
The Platinum Pixie is the first to her feet, drawing a roar from the Corps. Sanders shoves Gabby aside with a push from her boot to Mendoza’s hip, then plucks Dawson off the canvas. Dipping her silvery bob, Ky stuffs her head between the front of Charlie’s stems and straightens, lifting America’s Brokenheart off the canvas until the Darling of the Desert drapes down her back, Kylie hooking her arms around Dawson’s thighs.
Ky struggles to control the wriggling Charlie but manages, sweeping her foe’s body forward and sitting out, the FAWN original connecting with her debilitating Iowa Waterwheel.
Iowa Waterwheel ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=SevF_nbT4Lo ) :16
With Charlie splayed between her legs, Sanders with a tight grip on the rocked Dawson’s lower limbs, Kylie nods along with Castle’s count for the…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOO!
Gabby NAILS the back of Sanders’ skull with a twisting side kick, Kylie losing her grip on Charlie as she lurches forward from the impact, ending face down and twitching.
The saucy Latina RIPS Dawson to boot leather and Irish Whips Charlie toward the far ropes, or starts to, when Dawson plants and pivots. With the reversal, it’s Mendoza sprinting toward the rubber-coated steel. Returning to a centrally located Dawson, G-Money converts an attempt by the Brokenheart to pluck her for a sidewalk slam into a wild ride that ends with the Texan sending Charlie flying with a Tilt-a-Whirl Head Scissors.
Tilt-a-whirl Head Scissors ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=k74E_fKZ0ZA )
Dawson forward flips to the canvas just short of the cables, slamming against the deck, then sliding under, leaving the ring to the night’s initial combatants.
Mendoza immediately spins to face the Pleasant Valley Princess, Sanders vertical but still blinking her hazel pools toward full awareness. Taking advantage, Gabby races to the Platinum Pixie, locking elbows with a late attempt by the Hawkeye to throw a clothesline.
Gabby uses the link to swing around Sanders’ frame, reemerging on the opposite side and SPKIKING the former, and perhaps once more, Girl Scout into the thinly-sheathed plywood with a Float Over DDT.
Float Over DDT ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=z9nUFnUt7kg ) :26
With no third wheel to save the splattered Sanders, Gabby dives aboard in a lateral press, perpendicular across Kylie’s chest and shoulders, pushing Ky’s face to the side roughly as she takes the pin and the win with the…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOO!
The infamous perseverance of the Iowan shines through yet again, Ky shifting a shoulder a few inches off the canvas to the audible frustration and fury of the Babyfaced Killer.
“DAMN IT! STAY DOWN!” a flustered Gabby barks toward a glassy-eyed Sanders, Kylie answering in the only way she’s able, rolling to her side so she’s tougher to place in a pin.
Sanders rattles her braincase in a vain attempt to clear her head, then follows the Texan up like a ragdoll in Mendoza’s grip. The Caliente Commander bullies Kylie deep into the ropes and flings her to the opposite strands. As Gabs advances, Sanders turns her back toward the cables to draw the momentum from the springboard effect of the ropes.
But as she spins in a 180, Mendoza advancing on her foe, Kylie backflips over the top, Charlie having yanked the uppermost cable down, catching the veteran unaware. Ky careens off the apron upon which Dawson stands, ending in a hot mess on the cold concrete of the arena floor.
Meanwhile, having disposed of one adversary, Charlie grabs the middle rope with both hands, yanks back, and slingshots her way between the upper and middle cables, SPEARING THE HOLY HELL out of the charging Gabby. Mendoza’s supple frame folds around the impaling shoulder of the Brokenheart, G-Money RIPPED off her feet and PLANTED to the deck with the vicious tackle.
Instead of remaining atop the splayed Mendoza, Charlie pushes off and scrambles to the nearest corner. The spring in her step nearly gone, Dawson is slow to the top but turns with Gabs only just pushing off the canvas.
The Desert Darling leaps from the penthouse, flipping and twisting through the air as she reaches for Gabby with a ¾ facelock grab of G-Money’s noggin. The rest is simply astonishing, Dawson bringing the house down with a remarkable Charlie Cutter.
Charlie Cutter ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=eKlmNL1UPPE )
Ending seated next to a demolished Mendoza, America’s Brokenheart moves to victory when a flash from behind grabs her left wrist and the back waistband of her trunks. Kylie pulls Charlie off G-Money and bum rushes her between the ropes, Dawson sent flying to the outside.
A sweat-soaked Sanders dives atop the comatose Latina, not bothering with a leg to cradle, remaining pressed tight for the…
ONE…
TWO…
THREEEEE!
The wind leaves Kylie’s sails immediately after the third slap, Sanders spinning to a resting back press atop the unconscious Gabby. She wearily raises her arms as the announcer makes t official.
“Your winner…via pinfall…over Gabby Mendoza…the Platinum Pixie…Kylie Sanders!”
The Hawkeye takes a quick glimpse over a shoulder and sees a raging, flushed Charlie, back on her feet and sliding into the ring.
Exit stage left for the Pixie, Ky retreating via a roll under the ropes. She shrugs at a furious Dawson.
“Helluva move, kid,” Ky wearily chuckles as she backpedals to the ramp, reaching her arms out blindly to accept slaps from the Corps.
Sanders winks at a fuming Dawson and raises an index finger high, signifying her new #1 contender position for a Red, White and Bruised battle with the returning Lightweight Champion/World Traveler Maria Alves.
The King would return to defend her throne against the most experienced if not most decorated wrestler in the history of the organization and what an opportunity for the Pixie in twilight. A chance to grab her second lightweight title reign surely dancing through her thoughts as she waves buh-bye to a stewing Charlie and a softly stirring Gabby.
No doubt Bethany was already counting the gate receipts.
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On the other side of the curtain, the masses lets loose with a huge cheer, the Corps truly feeling the return of their girl with the return of her iconic accompaniment. Kylie gulps hard and pushes through, entering alone but joining the thousands returning to her fold.
Ky moves to center stage and seems slightly embarrassed by the roar of the throngs, the sight of a humble Sanders only bringing more collective love in the direction of the silvery-bobbed, elfin beauty.
KYLIE SANDERS
Continuing to draw on echoes of her original gear, Sanders sports a simple yellow-gold sports bra topside with black boy-cut shorts, black boots and pads. As she heads down the ramp, Kylie cups 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 walks the aisle, pleased to slap hands with her forgiving fans, gazing with delight at a poster proclaiming the Platinum Pixie as their Platinum Princess.
Sanders reaches the ring and takes a moment to gaze around the arena, choking up at the display of affection from the fans. She waves and bows to the FAWNatics before slipping through the cables.
Moving to the middle, she applauds the sellout crowd before raising a microphone to her Cupid’s Arrow lips.
“Thank you so much.”
Ky waits for the din to die down.
“I’ve been seeing a bad reaction online to the returning Miss Dawson.”
The crowd spins on a dime, jeering the name of America’s FORMER Sweetheart.
“Wait. Wait. I’m disappointed in Charlie. No lie. She couldn’t get what she wanted away from FAWN. She couldn’t get it against me last month. And she flipped. But I’ve been there. Been frustrated. Acted out. So I’m not holding grudges. No. I’m moving on and stepping up to the best women in the division. And I’m getting one of the best tonight.”
Sanders hands the stick over to the ring announcer and recedes to her assigned corner to let Nick Castle check her for foreign objects. The official concludes as the announcer makes his introduction.
“Our next match is scheduled for one fall with a time limit of 20 minutes. From Pleasant Valley, Iowa, standing 5 feet 4 inches and weighing in at 115 pounds, the Platinum Pixie…KYLIE SANDERS!”
The house erupts save for pockets of continued resistance or disbelief. Again, Kylie waves enthusiastically, nervously bouncing and stretching, impatient for her next singles test.
The FAWNatics aren’t waiting for long.
The accompaniment for Muy Caliente fills the arena bowl and the sellout throng rises to its feet, each making a space in front of them for their own personal dance floors, shifting their hips in time with the music.
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As the party grows in force, Ky even engaging in a hip swivel or two, A Number-Uno of the Muy members pushes through the curtains and sambas to center stage, namely the bubble-blowing, former bad girl, Gabby Mendoza.
GABBY MENDOZA
With supportive signs scattered throughout the bowl, Mendoza points and pump fists at her fans before breaking toward the ramp and ring.
The Babyfaced Bubblicious connoisseur reaches the battleground, facetiously waving toward the supposedly reformed Sanders. Gabby’s in her Caliente gear, former iconic mini-skirt and bustier replaced by a purple and gold display, the two piece of crop top and booty shorts showing solidarity with her new crew ( www.etsy.com/no-en/listing/671209460/pro-wrestling-gear-womens-crop-top-and ). Black pads and gold boots complete the makeover.
Moving up the steps, the Babyfaced Killer hesitates before slipping through the ropes and moving to the buckles opposite Sanders.
The announcer sees his chance as the music fades.
“And her opponent, from Irving Texas, standing 5’5” and weighing 122 pounds, G-Money…Gabby Mendoza.”
The once Terrible Texan calls for the microphone as she measures the Hawkeye up and down while being inspected by Castle.
“Are you people buying this?” Mendoza asks the assembled. “I mean. From this puta?”
Many in the crowd chuckle, acceding to Gabby’s point. A grinning Kylie shrugs, knowing a lot of evidence is on the Texan’s side.
“Girl. I know people can change and see things differently. Because I have. But you? After I beat you, we’ll see if “good” Kylie is replaced with “real” Kylie…again.”
Mendoza stuffs the stick in the announcer’s chest and he makes his exit, leaving Castle to call for the bell, Gabby blowing a huge pink bubble as she circles out of her corner.
Kylie charges Muy Caliente’s most famous and infamous member. The blonde is sent flying with a perfectly-timed arm drag. Sanders uses the momentum to pop to her feet and race toward her foe again, only to meet the same result, the Platinum Pixie tumbling wildly, this time rolling into a corner.
Kylie ends seated against the buckles, hazel eyes spinning. She shakes her noggin to regain her bearings and push to her feet sheepishly, Gabby motioning her forward.
Sanders moves more carefully this time, surging forward toward a collar-and-elbow that never happens, as Mendoza falls to the canvas and brings Ky there with a drop toe hold, Sanders banging her chin against the deck. Gabby scrambles atop her floored foe then to a shoulder, capturing the blonde’s noggin in a side headlock.
The Hawkeye pushes to her feet. Gabby keeps the grip in place until Sanders’ hands move to Mendoza’s hips and shove her off. Gabs uses the momentum to sprint to the ropes and rebound, rushing toward Ky who takes a clothesline swipe, but the Texan ducks under. The Pixie spins toward a returning Mendoza, lowering for a lift but Gabby leapfrogs and continues her journey. U-turning a third time, Mendoza ROCKS Kylie with a perfectly-placed dropkick to the chest, leaving Sanders flat on her back.
Both women scramble to their feet, G-Money considerably quicker, but it’s the FAWN original racing at her foe first, again missing with a clothesline but proceeding to the ropes and rebounding, finally NAILING Gabby with a shoulder block, putting a startled Mendoza on her back, gazing up at a hungry Ky.
Immediately launching with legs extended, Kylie tries to drop them across the lithe, tawny frame of the Babyfaced Killer and comes up empty when Mendoza rolls clear. A pained Sanders grabs for her throbbing tailbone with both hands. She doesn’t notice Gabby slide behind her until she pulls the Pleasant Valley Princess into her lap, capturing both arms with a snaky, sneaky full nelson.
Leaning back, Mendoza reclines to her spine, bringing a squirming Kylie with her. The Texan thrusts her pelvis up and forward then gravity brings the duo down with a nasty Keester Bounce that has Sanders’ elfin features twisted in pain. Gabby pushes a huge pink bubble from between her lips while repeating the process a second and third time, Kylie mewling in discomfort from each subsequent landing.
Mendoza releases the nelson and spins to her chest with a scissors still in place, stacking the bottom-blasted Ky on her shoulders for the…
ONE…
TWO…
The Platinum Pixie tumbles loose, scurrying to her feet and into a corner where she massages her cheeks with both hands and confirms with the ref she escaped in time.
“Don’t be mad Girl Scout,” Gabby chuckles.
Ky’s adorable nose scrunches. There’s no tantrum or threats but neither is happiness on the face of the veteran.
Kylie huffs in frustration and moves toward the middle, Gabby circling around Sanders, reaching then pulling back, keeping Sanders in off-balance lurches until, with one grab, Kylie latches on and pulls Mendoza in for a leverage struggle. That Gabby wins!
Pivoting, Mendoza snapmares Sanders to another rough landing on her bum. The bubble-blower follows with a soccer kick to the base of the Pixie’s spine, Ky’s back arching forward in pain.
Mendoza dashes past Sanders, hitting the ropes in front of her foe and bouncing back toward the seated Hawkeye. She leaps toward Kylie, reaching for a grip on a flip over Sanders’ right shoulder to slam the Iowan’s head into the deck. But Ky drops flat and Gabby rolls through after the miss, popping to her feet from the forward flip, unsatisfied but unharmed.
The tawny Texan turns to find her foe, unaware Kylie’s kipped to her feet and barrels toward her, shoulder dipped. Kylie GUTS the slender Caliente commander with a vicious spear, nearly splitting Gabby in half. The follow-through on the tackle PLANTS Mendoza to the mat, leaving the Babyfaced Killer a starfished wreck and Kylie on top of her in a full body pin for the…
ONE…
TWO…
Mendoza kicks loose, rolling to her side and hugging her blasted tummy with both arms.
“Got my merit badge in bytch taming,” Ky snorts, pushing to her feet and hovering over the retching Mendoza.
Ky grabs Gabby by the ankles and pulls her toward the middle. Keeping both grips tight, Sanders steps over Mendoza, flipping G-Money to her chest. Kylie lowers her reverse straddle to a crouch, drawing Gabby’s trapped limbs with her, securing her foe in spine-stretching Boston Crab.
Boston Crab ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=xHycBptLn4s )
Mendoza bites her lower lip as Ky forces the arch further and further. As Sanders moves her foe’s frame toward a disturbing ‘C’ shape, Gabby yelps in pain, unable to contain. Castle drops in front of the Latina spitfire and asks if she wants to surrender, Nick getting a sneering ‘no’ from the Caliente commander.
Instead, Mendoza digs her nails into the canvas and claws her way to the cables, slowly and painfully. But G-Money reaches her goal, slapping a palm around the bottom rope and screeching for release.
Castle calls for the break and Sanders obliges in short order, letting Mendoza’s legs fall to the deck, Gabby sighing in relief as she works at the knots in her vertebrae.
The Platinum Pixie pushes to her feet and takes a few steps back, drawing an appreciative hand from the Kylie Corps for allowing Gabby to reach vertical without interruption.
Mendoza nods in Sanders’ direction as she steps away from the safety of the ropes, acknowledging Kylie’s fair play. Gabby steps toward a collar-and-elbow with Ky but slips underneath when the Hawkeye reaches for the same, Mendoza ending behind Kylie, wrapping her arms around the platinum blonde’s gulping ivory tummy.
“Following the rules once doesn’t convince me,” Gabby whispers in the FAWN original’s ear.
Kylie swings a pointed elbow behind her and catches Mendoza in the temple. Sanders spins out of the weakened grip. Dipping, she slips her head between G-Money’s legs, wrapping her arms around the limbs. The veteran lifts Gabby off the deck, Mendoza ending partially draped over Ky’s shoulders.
“I don’t care if you are,” Sanders responds.
Kylie expertly shifts her grip and drops to one knee, BLASTING the upper level of Gabby’s cervical column with a reverse neckbreaker that draws a loud ‘ooooh’ from the crowd and leaves the lithe Latina a grounded mess, cradling her neck, her boot soles pattering against the canvas.
Reverse Neckbreaker ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=ags4LuGr8PU www.youtube.com/watch?v=pB-5bV_MgbE )
The PVP quickly covers, dropping into a lateral press and hooking Gabby’s far leg for the…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOO!
Mendoza shoots a shoulder up, drawing considerable applause from the Caliente Crew in the audience.
Sanders grabs the raised arm of her foe at the wrist as she rises. Ky bends it back into a triangle before securing a scissors and working the limb relentlessly.
Short Arm Scissors ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=a4PHQ7lnvZg ) :03
Castle drops beside the grunting Texan, asking Mendoza if she’s had enough. The answer is emphatically in the negative and Nick waves off any thought the timekeeper may have had of ringing the bell.
Aware Gabby has no intention of yielding, the Platinum Pixie rolls to her feet, drawing the wincing Latina up with her then flings Gabby to the far buckles with a makeshift Irish Whip. G-Money’s body shudders from the impact of spine to thin padding and does again when a charging Sanders leaps into a meaty splash of her adversary, CRUSHING the Texan beneath her body.
With Gabby a sagging mess, Ky scoops under Mendoza’s thighs and vaults her to a seat on the top buckle. Grabbing Gabby’s wrists, Kylie spins away from her foe, crossing Mendoza’s limbs in front of her. With handles secure, Kylie RIPS Gabs off her perch with an Iconoclasm, SLAMMING a flipping Gabby’s backbone to the canvas-covered plywood, the crowd, including the Kylie Corps, groaning in sympathy at the hard landing.
Iconoclasm ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=GlDWO254zdQ )
Sanders drapes her legs over Gabby’s shoulders in an unconventional pinning position and, despite the pain evident in G-Money’s face, it’s not a surprise when Mendoza kicks free at TWO!, shoving the blonde’s legs off and away, rising to a seated position.
For her part, the FAWN original pushes to her feet and latches onto a wrist of her foe. Ky adds a grip on a shoulder and pulls Mendoza to vertical. Sanders tugs Gabby alongside, shoulder to shoulder, while tossing a limp arm of the Texan over the back of her neck. With practiced ease, Sanders scoops the Babyfaced Killer airborne on her right hip.
Turning 90 degrees, Ky lets the legs of her adversary drop. G-Money’s lower limbs rebounding off the top rope, sending them springboarding off. The Texan’s torso follows, as Kylie delivers Gabby to the deck with a slingshot back suplex, Gabs’ neck and spine THUNKING against the canvas-covered hardwood. Mendoza’s body curls in a pained arch, Kylie’s Corps cheering on their glorious leader.
Slingshot Suplex ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=bLZMePLgINw )
Kylie wastes no time in spreading out the dazed Latina, climbing aboard in a crossbody pin, hooking Mendoza’s far leg for the…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOO!
Again, the stubborn Texan won’t let the Platinum Pixie finish, kicking free of the veteran’s effort, flopping to her side, dark eyes blinking, hoping to regain her senses.
Showing the potential for a London Run, Ky isn’t slow to continue pressing her advantage.
Shoving Gabby to her chest, Kylie mounts her foe in a straddling, forward-facing wide genuflection. Sanders ably slips her arms under and around those of the lovely Latina, lacing her fingers behind Mendoza’s noggin, securing a spine-torturing full nelson clutch.
Full Nelson Clutch ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=SduUDB03YkA )
Kylie leeeans back, threatening to snap Gabby’s backbone, G-Money squealing in agony.
“Time to say the words,” Sanders demands. “Or I’ll keep you here all day.”
“You’re…gonna…havta,” Gabby grunts. G-Money seems adamant, howling in anguish instead of giving in.
After a dozen seconds, the PVP acts as if she’s going to separate her digits and release, but she only adjusts her position, instead bearing down all the more after, Mendoza’s eyes welling from the pain.
“Whaddya say?” Castle asks.
“nuh…uhhh,” she mewls unconvincingly, Castle remaining in her face, ready to make another offer.
His position also leaves Castle unaware, as are the women he watches with an eagle eye, of what the urgency in the escalating crowd noise means. For everyone who are not the three in the ring see a hooded figure leap from the front row, then over the barricade, before sliding into the ring.
Springing to her feet, the figure sweeps back the top covering on a hot pink hoodie, the color a dead giveaway for those who paid attention to Mayhem. And sure enough, the Darling of the Desert sets herself, left foot in front of right in a fighting stance.
CHARLIE DAWSON
Finally aware, Castle scrambles to his feet, calling for Charlie Dawson to exit the ring. A confused Sanders finally releases her Clutch on the fading Mendoza, stands and turns to the action AND IS KNCOCKED COLD by America’s Brokenheart.
With Kylie dropped like a sack of shapely potatoes, out before she lands in a matbound starfish, Dawson brings her right fist, tightly wound in a small but effective steel chain, to her lips and gives the curled digits a smooch.
As the crowd jeers in protest at jet engine decibels, Charlie protests.
“I’m saving you people. Saving you from another stupid mistake. This woman’s a fraud.”
Dawson drops her chain on the chest of the unconscious Sanders.
“You should be thanking me!”
Castle, however, isn’t thanking the sinewy blonde lightweight, motioning for the bell. He shouts at the timekeeper who relays the official’s decision.
“Your winner, by disqualification, Kylie Sanders!”
It’s no comfort for the comatose Kylie, Charlie hovering over the snoozing Pixie. Nor is it particularly pleasing to the rising Gabby, Mendoza happy to be free, but very much less so in picking up tonight’s loser’s purse.
“You f’n puta,” Gabby groans, still working at the base of her spine with a free hand
Charlie isn’t concerned in the least regarding the Caliente commander’s complaint, barking at the crowd and the KOd Kylie in turn.
Growing more furious by the second, the steaming Latina whistles at Dawson to gather her attention as she surges toward the slinky blonde. Leaping from a few feet out, Gabby wraps her hands behind the blonde’s braincase while tucking her legs in tight, stuffing her knees next to Charlie’s chest.
And when G-Money lays out, Charlie’s celebratory bubble is burst by Gabby’s finishing codebreaker.
Bursting Your Bubble ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=9mbVFgTFdFg )
Dawson spasms like she has 10,000 volts circulating through her system, remaining on the canvas as Gabby kips to her feet and observes the blondes at her feet.
Snorting in a fury, she strips the Brokenheart of her hoodie, tossing it into the stands, leaving Charlie in her familiar light-blue, two-piece gear. G-Money then stomps Dawson Texas-mudhole style and, when Charlie’s reduced to a whimpering ball, she puts a few boot soles to a stirring Sanders.
“THIS IS BULLSHIT,” Mendoza screams when done with her tango on the blondes. Only the most hard core of Kylie’s Corps disagree.
“I’m sorry,” Nick responds, “but my decision is final.”
Castle barely gets the words out of his mouth before the music of FAWN’s long-time commissioner courses through the speakers. The FAWNatiics’ heads spin to the upper stage where Bethany Christian, in the latest Armani, shifts her hips to the center before raising a microphone to her lips.
BETHANY CHRISTIAN
“Hold on, Nick. Let’s not be too hasty,” the boss interrupts, using an educated guess to determine Castle’s commentary to the Caliente commander.
“I believe awarding this match to Miss Sanders was a bit premature. She didn’t earn it.”
“Hell no, she didn’t,” Mendoza screams in reply, though without an amplifier, she’s much more difficult to hear.
“Calm down, Gabby,” Bethany says. “You’ll always find me a fair and just superior. Since it looks like Kylie and Charlie are coming around. And since I’m sure these people want a definitive winner. This match will be restarted. BUT with Miss Dawson included.”
Even the Kylie Corps seems hyped about seeing more action even if conflicted about seeing a ‘W’ stripped off their favorite’s ledger. With Sanders and Dawson each using the ropes to struggle to unsteady feet, Christian continues.
“So what we now have is a Triple Threat for the #1 contender position for the FAWN Lightweight title.”
The crowd roars its approval, Maria Alves having been removed from central Florida and FAWN’s Pay-Per-Views on a long-term World Tour with the belt, beating all comers on all continents but without an appearance the company’s home base of Orlando. This pronouncement seems to indicate her imminent return and the engines of the assembled rev all the more.
The declaration works like smelling salts on the blondes, the whiff of a title opportunity reviving the Platinum Pixie and America’s Brokenheart to something approximating match-ready.
“Ladies. Take your best shot!” Bethany concludes. then waves for the bell.
Instantly, Ky races at Charlie and vice versa, the two coming together with flying fists, each taking and giving in rapid succession. Mendoza watches with glee, happy to let Ky and Charlie beat the shit out of each other.
Finally, Charlie blocks a right, opening the opportunity to dig a toe kick DEEP into the pit of Kylie’s tummy, Sanders left bent at the waist and bug-eyed. Dawson sinks her digits into Ky’s silvery bob then drops to her backside, legs splayed in a ‘V’, Kylie’s face RAMMED into the deck with a sit-out facebuster.
Sit-out facebuster ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=zQXcSBGjmhU )
The FAWN original flops to her back from the impact and Dawson scrambles for a roll-up pin, the after-effects of a steel-coated punch from Charlie moments before showing, as Sanders shows no ability to break free through…
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOO!
There’s no movement from the Hawkeye, but the Babyfaced Killer is there to pluck Charlie off her fellow foe. The combatants rise and G-Money rocks the full pouting lips of Dawson with a series of forearm shivers, putting the interloper on rubbery pins.
Mendoza raises a pointed elbow and THUMPS it down on the crown of Charlie’s cranium, dropping Dawson to her knees, baby blues glassy.
The Latina has a flaxen-haired smorgasbord selection and seems prepared to take up the fight with her original adversary. But when America’s Brokenheart starts to rise, Gabby heads for the cables to the left of Dawson.
G-Money rebounds and sprints toward her ascending foe. The raven-haired grappler rises with right leg extended and folds the lower limb over the back of Dawson’s braincase, SMASHING Charlie’s features into the mat when she sits out and delivers her signature Pink Sugar Pop.
Pink Sugar Pop ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=UqH5RD03OdU ) :14
Blasted, Charlie’s body bounces away from the brutal impact, Dawson ending on her back, staring blankly at the rafters, begging to be pinned.
But Mendoza’s first instinct is to move to a slowly rising Sanders instead and REPEAT THE SUGAR POP, destroying Kylie with an identical maneuver, the only difference being the Pleasant Valley Princess remains face down after her ring-rattler, a shudder running through Ky’s frame before the Pixie falls still.
A spent but smirking Gabs shovels Kylie to her back and drops breathlessly across Sanders’ chest, huffing through the…
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOO!
Sugar popped victim #1 finds the strength to dive and break up the pin with a double axhandle that’s weak at best. Still, it’s enough to keep Mendoza from the victory by the slimmest of margins.
A snarling Gabby pushes to her feet, easily beating Charlie there. She tugs the late-rising blonde into a tight front facelock, tossing a limp arm of Dawson behind her neck. And in lightning fashion, Mendoza rips Charlie off her feet with a snap suplex, sending the returnee up and over and CRASHING down across the open, ivory midriff of the Pixie.
‘X’ marks the spot with groaning, platinum-maned opponents, Charlie atop Kylie, both women in dire straits. Gabby considers a double pin for a moment then pulls Dawson off Sanders when Nick slaps ‘ONE’ toward a win for the clueless Charlie.
Placing them side by side, the lethal Latina heads for the nearest buckles and climbs to the top, the blondes in her sights from the penthouse perch. Dipping slightly, Gabby launches high into the Orlando night, tucking tight at her zenith, then spreading wide NAILING a two for one frog splash across Kylie and Charlie.
The blondes spasm and fall motionless save for the roll of their chests, each under the domineering torso of the Caliente commander.
Castle is quickly down for the count and the…
ONE…
TWO…
THREENOOO!
Both women push a shoulder off the mat with the smallest of split-seconds remaining, Castle having to reassure the roaring crowd the match continues.
On her haunches next to the squirming platinum blondes, Gabs runs fingers through her raven mane in disbelief, staring at Nick who assures as best he can it was indeed TWO and a lot of change.
Having had enough with close calls, Mendoza pulls a moaning Charlie to her feet. She tugs the lowered head of America’s Brokenheart between her thighs, preparing to send her to unconsciousness with the Froot Stripe Spike.
Froot Stripe Spike ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=pB-5bV_MgbE )
Mendoza wraps her arms around Dawson’s gulping tummy before her plans are upended.
From behind Gabby, a wobbly but functioning Sanders wraps her wings around Gabby’s golden-brown midriff. With seemingly every bit of remaining energy, Kylie tugs G-Money off her feet with a German Suplex of the release variety.
Unfortunately for Charlie, Gabby is able to hold Dawson through her own spine-bruising trip and tosses Charlie as she’s tossed, Dawson THUMPING to the mat even further from Sanders and sliding halfway under the bottom rope.
With an exhausted Kylie unable to immediately press her hard-won advantage, it’s three-way carnage on the canvas, the triumvirate of top lightweight talent splayed across the squared circle, the FAWNatics torn between chants of “HOLY SHIT!” and “THIS IS AWESOME!”
The Platinum Pixie is the first to her feet, drawing a roar from the Corps. Sanders shoves Gabby aside with a push from her boot to Mendoza’s hip, then plucks Dawson off the canvas. Dipping her silvery bob, Ky stuffs her head between the front of Charlie’s stems and straightens, lifting America’s Brokenheart off the canvas until the Darling of the Desert drapes down her back, Kylie hooking her arms around Dawson’s thighs.
Ky struggles to control the wriggling Charlie but manages, sweeping her foe’s body forward and sitting out, the FAWN original connecting with her debilitating Iowa Waterwheel.
Iowa Waterwheel ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=SevF_nbT4Lo ) :16
With Charlie splayed between her legs, Sanders with a tight grip on the rocked Dawson’s lower limbs, Kylie nods along with Castle’s count for the…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOO!
Gabby NAILS the back of Sanders’ skull with a twisting side kick, Kylie losing her grip on Charlie as she lurches forward from the impact, ending face down and twitching.
The saucy Latina RIPS Dawson to boot leather and Irish Whips Charlie toward the far ropes, or starts to, when Dawson plants and pivots. With the reversal, it’s Mendoza sprinting toward the rubber-coated steel. Returning to a centrally located Dawson, G-Money converts an attempt by the Brokenheart to pluck her for a sidewalk slam into a wild ride that ends with the Texan sending Charlie flying with a Tilt-a-Whirl Head Scissors.
Tilt-a-whirl Head Scissors ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=k74E_fKZ0ZA )
Dawson forward flips to the canvas just short of the cables, slamming against the deck, then sliding under, leaving the ring to the night’s initial combatants.
Mendoza immediately spins to face the Pleasant Valley Princess, Sanders vertical but still blinking her hazel pools toward full awareness. Taking advantage, Gabby races to the Platinum Pixie, locking elbows with a late attempt by the Hawkeye to throw a clothesline.
Gabby uses the link to swing around Sanders’ frame, reemerging on the opposite side and SPKIKING the former, and perhaps once more, Girl Scout into the thinly-sheathed plywood with a Float Over DDT.
Float Over DDT ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=z9nUFnUt7kg ) :26
With no third wheel to save the splattered Sanders, Gabby dives aboard in a lateral press, perpendicular across Kylie’s chest and shoulders, pushing Ky’s face to the side roughly as she takes the pin and the win with the…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOO!
The infamous perseverance of the Iowan shines through yet again, Ky shifting a shoulder a few inches off the canvas to the audible frustration and fury of the Babyfaced Killer.
“DAMN IT! STAY DOWN!” a flustered Gabby barks toward a glassy-eyed Sanders, Kylie answering in the only way she’s able, rolling to her side so she’s tougher to place in a pin.
Sanders rattles her braincase in a vain attempt to clear her head, then follows the Texan up like a ragdoll in Mendoza’s grip. The Caliente Commander bullies Kylie deep into the ropes and flings her to the opposite strands. As Gabs advances, Sanders turns her back toward the cables to draw the momentum from the springboard effect of the ropes.
But as she spins in a 180, Mendoza advancing on her foe, Kylie backflips over the top, Charlie having yanked the uppermost cable down, catching the veteran unaware. Ky careens off the apron upon which Dawson stands, ending in a hot mess on the cold concrete of the arena floor.
Meanwhile, having disposed of one adversary, Charlie grabs the middle rope with both hands, yanks back, and slingshots her way between the upper and middle cables, SPEARING THE HOLY HELL out of the charging Gabby. Mendoza’s supple frame folds around the impaling shoulder of the Brokenheart, G-Money RIPPED off her feet and PLANTED to the deck with the vicious tackle.
Instead of remaining atop the splayed Mendoza, Charlie pushes off and scrambles to the nearest corner. The spring in her step nearly gone, Dawson is slow to the top but turns with Gabs only just pushing off the canvas.
The Desert Darling leaps from the penthouse, flipping and twisting through the air as she reaches for Gabby with a ¾ facelock grab of G-Money’s noggin. The rest is simply astonishing, Dawson bringing the house down with a remarkable Charlie Cutter.
Charlie Cutter ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=eKlmNL1UPPE )
Ending seated next to a demolished Mendoza, America’s Brokenheart moves to victory when a flash from behind grabs her left wrist and the back waistband of her trunks. Kylie pulls Charlie off G-Money and bum rushes her between the ropes, Dawson sent flying to the outside.
A sweat-soaked Sanders dives atop the comatose Latina, not bothering with a leg to cradle, remaining pressed tight for the…
ONE…
TWO…
THREEEEE!
The wind leaves Kylie’s sails immediately after the third slap, Sanders spinning to a resting back press atop the unconscious Gabby. She wearily raises her arms as the announcer makes t official.
“Your winner…via pinfall…over Gabby Mendoza…the Platinum Pixie…Kylie Sanders!”
The Hawkeye takes a quick glimpse over a shoulder and sees a raging, flushed Charlie, back on her feet and sliding into the ring.
Exit stage left for the Pixie, Ky retreating via a roll under the ropes. She shrugs at a furious Dawson.
“Helluva move, kid,” Ky wearily chuckles as she backpedals to the ramp, reaching her arms out blindly to accept slaps from the Corps.
Sanders winks at a fuming Dawson and raises an index finger high, signifying her new #1 contender position for a Red, White and Bruised battle with the returning Lightweight Champion/World Traveler Maria Alves.
The King would return to defend her throne against the most experienced if not most decorated wrestler in the history of the organization and what an opportunity for the Pixie in twilight. A chance to grab her second lightweight title reign surely dancing through her thoughts as she waves buh-bye to a stewing Charlie and a softly stirring Gabby.
No doubt Bethany was already counting the gate receipts.