Post by hawkeye on Nov 8, 2022 0:13:30 GMT
With their ‘revenge’ served only at appetizer size at Mania, it hardly seemed a surprise when FAWN Corporate announced a full entrée for All Hallows’ Evil.
Now waiting for their cue, Muy Caliente is in full force joined by a special guest, or is it an honorary member given the chumminess shown in dismantling a shared target at FAWN’s grandaddy of them all.
Either way, the four dark-haired grapplers slap high-fives, sharing plans of finishing the fun they started the month prior. And with the environment in which they’re battling tonight, there’s no telling how long they could place the silvery-bobbed Hawkeye on the shelf.
Tossing away the crowd’s good graces to return to her roots, G-Money counsels her fellow Latina baddies and America’s Blackheart.
“OK. Follow Charlie’s gameplan on Mitchell when she’s in there. We all know what Sanders is going to bring and it isn’t nearly enough to handle us. Her meathead cousin’s a knock-off even if she’s got some pop. The wild card. Be prepared for anyone. Even Emily West.”
Soshana and Sofia nod, paying close attention. A few steps away, Dawson looks more than a little nervous. Mendoza taps her on the shoulder and the recently-minted brunette turns with a jump.
“What?” Charlie asks.
“We’ve got this Charlie Girl. That’s Skye whose ass you’re kicking tonight, not Cynthia.”
“Yeah…yeah, I know,” the former Desert Darling says unconvincingly.
As the lights lower, the crowd hooting in anticipation, the ring announcer seems ready for his first introduction. And for the next match, it’s the colossal structure in the middle of the bowl, two rings adjacent with a slight gap between, a cage enclosing the entire environment.
“Ladies and gentlemen. Our next match is no ordinary fight. For these women there can be only one conflagration that will do….WARRRRRR GAMESSSSS!”
The crowd hops out of their seats cheering the carnage to come.
“Your first team, captained by the Babyfaced Killer Gabby Mendoza…CHARLIENTE!”
It’s hard to tell what follows first, the jarring tidal wave of boos or Muy Caliente’s’ familiar accompaniment. The sellout throng passes on their former amateurish attempts to samba, instead testing the volume of their lungs with full-throated jeers.
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“Let’s go!” Gabby shouts, chomping on her familiar pink wad.
The Latina Strike Force pushes through the curtain and moves to center stage without a hint of previous celebrations in their entrance. Shoulder to shoulder, sneering at the FAWNatics, they turn as one and America’s Blackheart joins them, the decibels of hatred growing to ear-splitting levels.
GABBY MENDOZA
SOSHANA SOTO
SOFIA GARCIA
CHARLIE DAWSON
With supportive signs replaced by placards asking why Caliente and Charlie have broken so many hearts, and taking them to task for the same, Charliente stares at the two shark cages set up on either side of the stage. With some trepidation, they stride en masse to the more distant barred enclosure, Sofia and So-So flanking their leader, Dawson taking up the rear guard, keeping her baby blues open for an attack from behind.
As a FAWN flunky CLANGS the door shut behind the entering foursome, the sellout throng responds with a cheer. The turncoats are trapped for the time being, each woman grasping the steel in front of them, looking more than a little uncomfortable at their circumstance.
Within, sultry Sofia wears a two-piece, neon, violet number that catches eyes and stirs hearts. The white-hot Cuban gestures angrily at the motivated masses.
Next to her is the spicy little lucha, Soshana Soto. Lil So-So’s wardrobe includes a purple sports bra top with gold trim, her bottoms the same color as her top also with a gold trim. Extra accoutrements removed from her gear, Soto finishes her togs with black knee pads, and a pair of gold-colored boots with purple trim.
The babyfaced Bubblicious connoisseur is between them, staring intently at the curtains from which they’d just emerged. Her once iconic mini-skirt and bustier have long since been replaced by a purple and gold number, the two piece of crop top and booty shorts showing solidarity with Soto’s color scheme ( www.etsy.com/no-en/listing/671209460/pro-wrestling-gear-womens-crop-top-and ). Black pads and gold boots complete the makeover.
The newcomer to Latina Heat, Dawson fidgets behind her teammates, sneaking glances over shoulders, seemingly jumpier than her hot-blooded compatriots. Dawson unzips her hoodie, blood red instead of the previously customary pink. The Blackheart slips it off to reveal a similarly hued fightin’ two piece, the cut of the spandex much less modest around her chest and ass, raising the blood pressure of the spectators further.
Apparently as adept at creating enemies following the straight and narrow as she is when cutting every corner and throwing out the rule book, the Platinum Pixie calls her team to huddle up.
“We need to stay on the same page,” Sanders insists. “Let the emotion flow but don’t let it overwhelm you. Right, ladies?”
The Pixie stares down her cousin and new, strange bedfellow Skylar Mitchell.
“As much as we’d all like to make Charlie a punching bag, she might be the least of our worries. And kid. You just do the best you can. Don’t overthink it.”
The sun-kissed blonde nods nervously.
“Sure thing, Miss Sanders.”
“Kylie,” the Pixie says. “Well…and Kristy.”
“OK, the FAWN newbie smiles.
From the other side of the curtain, the flaxen-haired group hears the ring announcer chime in again.
“And your second team, captained by the Platinum Pixie Kylie Sanders…HEAVENLY SKIES.”
Sixpence None The Richer’s ‘There She Goes’ sweeps through the arena.
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The assembled let loose with an enormous ovation, the Corps ready to root their girl and her girls on.
“Let’s go,” Sanders says to no one in particular, then turns to Kristy with a smirk. “I figured let the kids have the pub.”
“Sure,” Kristy growls. “I just want to beat some bytches up.”
Ky pushes through the curtains and moves to center stage, reveling in and playing to the crowd. The elfin beauty pumps her fist and the Corps responds.
KYLIE SANDERS
Drawing on the echoes of her original gear, but slightly altered to go more in with the black instead of the gold, Sanders dons a black sports bra topside with black boy-cut shorts. Both top and bottom are trimmed in yellow-gold. Black boots and pads finish the ensemble.
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Bracketing the team captain on one side, the last in line of the legendary Mitchell clan stares daggers through what she can see of her former partner, Dawson doing her best to stay behind the phalanx of Latinas.
Skylar unzips her hot pink hoodie to reveal a royal purple lycra bikini top and short shorts, white pads and boots beneath, ready for her first FAWN battle in years…and what a way to reenter.
SKYLAR MITCHELL
On the opposite side, Ky’s cousin Kristy, Part Deux having been Pearl Harbored backstage by Dawson during the Slaybor Day card and rip roaring ready to tear the Blackheart limb from limb. Never kissin’ cousins with Kylie, the Black Sheep seems ready to put any family issues aside for the war to come.
The Minnesotan wears a maroon and metallic gold version of her kin’s wrestling wardrobe, a unique, multi-strapped sports bra topside with boy-cut shorts, black boots and pads.
KRISTY SANDERS
Lagging slightly behind, the young x-factor from the Left Coast, Heaven Hughes.
HEAVEN HUGHES
The sporty blonde appears the perfect billboard for California. A beaming Hughes waves to the curious and captivated masses clad in a black and yellow, zippered Body Glove diving top; similarly-hued and branded boy-cut trunks; her tanned legs and feet bare.
The Pixie ushers her team into the near pen, Nick Castle shutting the door behind.
With both squads secured, Castle calls for the first competitor from Team Charliente and, though it doesn’t seem like her favorite idea, Dawson emerges from behind her partners. The door swings open and she heads down the aisle to resounding boos.
With the Blackheart reaching the cage around the near ring, swinging the door open, the clustered good girls agree who their initial representative will be. The FAWNatics go apeshit when Skye Mitchell breaks loose, exits the cage, and strides steely-eyed toward her former Sweetheart partner and tag titlist.
The blonde points at Charlie, the women having flipped hair colors from their halcyon days, but more to the point, having becoming bitter enemies just prior to Dawson’s return to Orlando.
Mitchell points at Dawson as she approaches, Charlie within the steel mesh, backing to the far end of the closest ring.
“You’re mine, Charlie,” Skylar shouts as she climbs the steps and enters, Castle closing the door behind Mitchell.
“ALL MINE!”
A bell is hardly needed as the women race to each other and begin pounding away in a fury of fists, those FAWnatics in the know understanding why, those unfamiliar with what happened away from Orlando watching with slack jaws at the animosity manifesting.
After a dozen volleys, Skye doubles, then triples up on a reeling Dawson, forcing the Blackheart to the ropes behind her. Mitchell shifts her attention to a wrist and shoulder of Charlie, snatching and tossing her former partner away with an Irish Whip.
Dawson races to the far ropes and rebounds but gets only a few steps away from the cables when Mitchell delivers a knee to the navel, Charlie sent flipping in an aerial somersault from the blow, landing on her diminutive derriere.
With one arm swaddling her tummy and the opposite hand kneading her backside, a distracted Charlie takes a soccer kick to the spine from the feisty Skye. Dawson’s back arches in pain, the doe-eyed brunette’s chest thrust forward, face etched in pain.
Mitchell races past the seated Charlie and hits the strands in front of America’s Blackheart. Returning at a speed few can match, Mitchell leaps into a low rise dropkick that POUNDS Charlie in the chin, flattening her to the canvas.
Knowing there’s no point in trying to pin her former friend until everyone’s inside the cage, the youngest member of FAWN’s most famous clan wraps a pair of hands around Charlie’s noggin and pulls her up as she rises.
“How’s being a total bytch paying off for you?” Skye asks.
She thumps a forearm shiver into Charlie’s jaw, once, twice, thrice, rocking Dawson, though the stubborn Charlie remains upright. Grabbing the former Desert Darling by the scruff of the neck, Skylar races Dawson to the ropes and tosses her over, Charlie’s face CLACKING against the chain link of the cage.
The crowd groans reflexively from the impact while a recoiling Dawson staggers drunkenly from the collision, looking for any kind of respite from Mitchell.
There’s none to be found as Skye seems on a mission to right the wrong Dawson perpetrated when they were outside the FAWN realm.
This new dirty blonde version of the Lil’est Mitchell grabs Dawson by her long dark locks and runs her to the opposite side of the structure, again tossing her top half over the ropes, and again Charlie’s flawless features are pancaked against the fencing.
Dawson rebounds into Skylar’s arms, Mitchell surrounding her former bestie with a bearhug from behind then vaulting Dawson up and over with a release German Suplex, the back of Charlie’s shoulders and skull CRUNCHING on the canvas. The momentum from the impact sends the brunette flopping over to her chest.
Slowly, Charlie starts to rise, but Mitchell’s moved to a standing forward-facing straddle of her newfound foe and SLAMS her ass into the base of the Blackheart’s spine, dropping to a crouching seat of Dawson’s lower vertebrae.
Skye collects Charlie’s left arm and posts it over bended knee, then does likewise with her right. She laces her fingers and drops the cup over Charlie’s face, placing it under Dawson’s chin. With her Camel Clutch secured, Mitchell reefs back, adjusting Charlie’s spine.
Dawson’s grunts are muted by the forced closure of her jaw but the pain in her baby blues is evident as Skye takes a seat on Dawson’s cheeks and yanks Charlie’s spine into a brutal ‘C’ shape, the crowd taunting the bent Blackheart with a ‘TAP’ chant, knowing there’s no way out for the turncoat until all of the women are in the enclosure.
“You better hope your team gets the call first,” Mitchell warns, “or there’s going to be nothing left of you by the time your new gal pals get in here.”
Apparently determining Charlie’s backbone has been tested enough for the time being, Skye separates her digits and THUMPS a forearm into Dawson’s right temple before rising and putting a series of stomps up and down an overwhelmed Charlie’s spine.
Skylar turns to the crowd, pumping a fist to their boisterous approval, Mitchell happy to be back in front of the Orlando faithful.
Turning her attention to the Blackheart, Mitchell finds Charlie scuttling along her chest and belly toward the companion ring. Grabbing Dawson by the ankles, the blonde turns her adversary to her back, but Charlie pulls in her stems and pistons them outwards, getting free from Skye’s grip.
Dawson butt-scoots under one set of ropes then a second, moving into the far ring for the first time. Skylar’s hot on her former partner’s trail, stepping through each set.
But before Mitchell makes it all the way through the second, Dawson springs to action, grabbing the middle cable and THRUSTING it upward into Skylar’s crotch.
Mitchell’s azure pools roll backward, her jaw dropping as she rises to tiptoes. Frozen halfway in, Syke’s forced to ride the ‘bull’, Charlie pumping the rubber-coated steel up and down into her foe’s kitty until a debilitated Mitchell is able to flop into the second ring, hands burying between her thighs.
A gasping Dawson stares at America’s remaining Sweetheart.
“You always were an entitled, arrogant ass, but most of all SO STUPID,” Charlie huffs.
The brunette uses the ropes to pull to her feet, then walks gingerly to Mitchell. She pulls a grimacing Skylar to her haunches, cupping her foe’s lowered chin and lifting so the women are eye to eye.
THWAP
Charlie blisters the Carolina Cutie with a wicked bytch slap that spins the noggin of the flaxen-haired legacy. Anger fills whatever room remains in the otherwise pain-racked features of the Lil’est Mitchell.
“Oh. Are we upset?” Dawson queries.
Charlie snatches the dirty blonde locks of her adversary and CRACKS lifted knee to chin a half dozen times, sending Skye’s body slack and her face vacant.
“That’s better.”
Charlie grabs Skye by her bobbling head and tosses her into a somersault, Mitchell ending in a spreadeagle. Dawson moves to her foe’s side and leaps into a standing moonsault across Skylar’s tummy, BLASTING the breath from the blonde, Mitchell jackknifing beneath the ascendant Dawson before falling flat to the canvas.
Dawson sinks her nails into Skye’s scalp and pulls her head up to give Skylar a better look at who’s kicking her ass.
“Born on third base and thought she hit a triple,” Charlie growls. The Blackheart pumps a series of fists between the baby blues of her foe, Mitchell laid out when Dawson releases her mane.
Dawson seems ready to give her former friend another piece of her mind when a large ‘10’ appears on the FAWNtron and begins counting down, the crowd counting along.
Charlie rises, turning her concentration to the cages on the upper stage, hope and trepidation in her eyes in equal measure.
A spotlight flashes back and forth between the trapped teams and, as the screen reaches ‘0’ it falls upon Charliente. The Latinas within share high fives and Castle works at the lock, allowing one to leave.
It’s the little lucha and Mexican baddie badass Soshana Soto. So-So skips to the structure, her dark eyes dancing. She waves to the Sanders and Miss No-Name on her way.
Inside, a smirking Dawson turns back to Skye, Mitchell having pushed to all fours.
“Girl, you never did have an ounce of luck.”
“Not in picking partners. That’s for sure,” the Carolina Cutie responds.
Charlie punts Mitchell in the ribs, THUMPING her boot into Skylar’s ivory tummy, forcing the Lil’est Mitchell into a painful barrel roll that sends her under the bottom rope at the far end from the entrance.
Before entering, Soto checks under the skirt of the apron and emerges with a trash can and lid. She tosses the metal weapons into the near ring but goes back for more, finding a kendo stich as well.
Brandishing, she enters, Nick locking the door behind her.
“I’m here Charlie Girl,” Lil So-So announces.
“Bienvenidas,” Dawson shouts back, while tugging Mitchell to her feet by her long locks.
Charlie BANGS the back of her foe’s head against the cage.
“I’m not sure Skye’s been formally introduced,” the dark-haired grappler continues. “C’mon bytch.”
Charlie pulls Mitchell back into the second ring, first laying her across the top rope, then flipping her over, Skye crashing to her back, the Sweetheart in a world of hurt AND trouble.
Dawson snatches the blonde’s wrist and pulls the unsteady Mitchell to her feet. She backs Skye deep into the cables and flings her toward the opposite ropes, but by the time America’s remaining Sweetheart is on her way, Soto’s waiting for her mid-ring.
Having left her stick in the first ring, the diminutive Mexican turns perpendicular to the staggering Skylar and ‘hups’ Mitchell across her shoulders in a fireman’s carry. Skye tries to wriggle off, but the fresh Soshana has her strapped in tight, that is until she sloughs Mitchell off to her right side, lifting that knee to the doubled Skye’s chin, cracking Skye’s jaw with her Flashbang.
Flashbang ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=mOvz86D_IcI ) :33
Mitchell goes board straight and stiff, baby blues crossing. She remains on her heels for a moment before timbering to the deck like a cut tree, splattering to a gobsmacked spreadeagle.
Hovering above the glassy-eyed Carolina cutie, Lil’ So-So gets embraced from behind by Charlie.
“Play time,” Dawson whispers in the little lucha’s ear.
Soto nods and motions for the Blackheart to help her get the dazed Mitchell to her feet.
Together, Soshana and Charlie scrape Skylar off the deck and send her rushing toward the far ropes. On her return, they slip an arm under and around those of Mitchell and, using the power of both women, send Skye to her namesake with a double hiptoss.
Mitchell flies through the air with the greatest of ease, clearing BOTH sets of ropes in the middle of the structure, soaring then plummeting from the far ring to the near and CRASHING to the deck with ring-rattling force.
Despite their favorite taking the impact, the crowd can’t contain a ‘HOLY SHIT’ chant as Mitchell arches in agony from the brutal, vertebrae-cracking landing.
Aching but aware, Mitchell has the sense to notice the discarded weapons. The blonde snatches the kendo stick and uses it as a crutch to reach her feet as Soshana and Charlie traverse the dual sets of ropes between them and the current tail end of the Mitchell dynasty.
A grimacing Skye backs herself into a corner to better defend herself against the women entering the same squared circle. Charlie and Soshana come from opposite angles with Mitchell brandishing her stick from one side to the other, keeping each member of Charliente back.
Dawson and Soto collect the weapons that remain, turning them to shields, Dawson with the trash can lid and Soto with the can itself, wielding it in front of her. Skye jabs the end of the kendo at each adversary in turn, the outnumbered blonde doing her best to keep the hyenas at bay.
Finally, she decides her options are nil and attacks her former partner full bore, swinging away. Charlie lifts the lid to block an overhead swing but is slow on a follow-up baseball cut that sends the bamboo SMACKING into her ivory midriff.
Dawson yelps in pain, doubling over and dropping her steel cover. Turning to scurry, Charlie is hit with another Ruthian blast from the Carolina Cutie to her foe’s back, an angry welt across Dawson’s spine emerging.
But as Skye strikes the Blackheart, the snarling Latina CROWNS Mitchell with the side of the can from the blonde’s blind spot, Skylar’s skull making an indentation on the shiny metal side of the container.
Mitchell collapses from the brutal blow, puddling to a seat at Soto’s feet. Turning the bottom of the can toward the rafters, the malicious Mexican sends Skye into the dark, THWUMPING the upside-down container atop Mitchell’s noggin, the upper half of the Sweetheart disappearing within.
Skye sways like a reed in the wind, unaware of the charging Charlie who leaps into a dropkick, pounding both boot soles into the can and its contents, America’s bruised Sweetheart laid out, her upper half still surrounded by the steel cylinder.
Soto and Dawson move to Skylar and push the garbage can upright from its side, leaving Mitchell’s boots and ass pointed to the lights above, her wriggling head and torso shifting the can within but unable to spill it, the Blackheart holding it in place.
Soto snatches the bent lid and heads for the nearest corner, scaling the buckles and turning to face her target, Team Sanders screaming at Lil’ So-So, trying to distract her. They fail, the Latina’s focus tightening on the can and its contents even more when Dawson pivots into a super kick of the metal container that jars Mitchell and puts another large dent in the steel.
Collapsing to its side in front of the poised Soshana, the fiery Latina shouts at Dawson to pull the battered can off its contents. The shellshocked Mitchell is laid bare. Grinning like a predatory eagle on high, the Mexican aerialist leaps from the heights into a spectacular 450 Splash, using the lid as a breastplate, Soto CRUNCHING down across Mitchell’s tummy, forcing every bit of air out of the bug-eyed Skylar.
The jackknifed Mitchell collapses under the wincing Soto, Soshana absorbing her fair share of the impact. Lil’ So-So tosses the lid away, rolling off what’s left of Mitchell.
Ending on her back, Soshana hugs her sternum, rocking from side to side. But she’s in far better shape then the demolished Skye who moans with even the slightest attempt to move. She’s put upon instantly by a cruel Charlie, Dawson stomping a mudhole out of what’s left over of America’s Sweetheart.
Thankfully, Dawson’s assault is slowed by the next countdown from the crowd, Charlie’s attention drawn inexorably to Team Kylie’s enclosure.
She watches as the scowling Platinum Pixie races free of the unlocked and opened cage to the entry of the war zone, Kylie pushing the door open and diving through the ropes, picking the Blackheart as her initial target.
Sanders charges Charlie, leaping into a dropkick that lands a glancing blow, Dawson pivoting enough to take the steam out of the impact. Kylie kips to her feet and directly into a lariat from the Blackheart that turns Sanders inside out, Ky spun through an involuntary backflip to a chest-first landing.
With the Kylie Corps quickly silenced, Charlie raising an index finger to her pursed lips, the Pixie pushes to hands and knees, shaking out early cobwebs.
“Was I supposed to be scared you got me in a cage?” Dawson asks while plucking Ky up the rest of the way.
With a tight grip on a wrist and shoulder Dawson heaves Kylie to the far ropes and moves to the middle as the blonde rebounds toward her. Charlie dips and sends Sanders high, the Pleasant Valley Princess forward flipping this time, and landing HARD on her spine courtesy a Back Body Drop.
Kylie arches in pain, reaching for the small of her back as Charlie plays to the jeering FAWNatics.
A few feet away, Soto has Skye on her feet and is sending Mitchell for a similar sprint.
Skylar’s spine BANGS against the buckles when she spins into a back-first collision. The blonde drops to her backside, prompting a predatory grin from the Latina. So-So races to her target and launces from several feet out, her extended legs leading the way.
Soto’s ass THUMPS into the Sweetheart’s chest, rocking Mitchell, and it only gets worse when Soshana snatches the middle ropes on either side and BUMPS her undercarriage into Skylar’s chin a half dozen times with a Bronco Buster.
With Dawson pulling Ky to her feet and bullying her to the corner opposite the Mexican booty beatdown, Charlie shouts to her cohort and Soto draws a gobsmacked Mitchell to her feet.
Aiming Ky and Skye at each other, Charliente hurl their foes toward a meeting of the minds. But Sanders and Mitchell have other ideas, shifting their paths and hooking elbows to spin through simultaneous u-turns. They return with stereo SPEARS, the charging Charlie and So-So run through by the dipped shoulders of the strange bedfellows.
With the crowd roaring, the Pixie and Sweetheart end in kneeling straddles of their splayed opponents. They open cans of whoop-ass, pounding away with punches, Dawson and Soto covering up as best they can. The pugilists wear themselves out then drag their adversary to their feet and push them to opposite corners.
Instead of flinging their foes, Ky turns to Skye and they share a nod then sprint toward each other. Blonde and brunette pass at full speed mid-ring and launch into identical corner splashes, Skylar CRUSHING her former partner and Kylie doing the same to the diminutive Mexican.
When Charlie’s legs give out and she plops to her cheeks, a grin blossoms across the face of the youngest Mitchell. She turns and backs dat ass up, stuffing cheeks into Dawson’s face, forcing the former Desert Darling to Kiss Her Grits. With the crowd going crazy and Charlie flailing wildly to little effect, Mitchell swabs her ass all over the face of the Blackheart.
Not wanting to be outdone, Ky kicks out Soto’s legs, one by one, dropping Soshana to her derriere. She jogs to the middle, spins, and races into a flipping cannonball attack, Sanders CRASHING into the little lucha, knocking her silly. The Pixie tugs Soto out of the corner by an ankle, rotating her chest-down to the canvas.
Climbing aboard Soshana in a reverse-facing straddle of her foe’s waist, Sanders raises a clawed hand to the heavens and the Corps responds on cue, doing the same.
“FARM…HAND!”
Kylie drives her curled digits into the meat and muscle of So-So’s left hammy just below the curve of her glute. The Pixie expertly digs into the nerve bundle as she squeezes on her infamous clamp, sending the Latina’s leg into wild spasms. Soto jabs her nails into her scalp and tugs her ebony locks to spread the pain.
Across the ring, the momentum for Team Sanders continues. Skye, having ended her butt-tastic bombardment, pulls a greasy-faced and dazed Dawson to her feet. She maneuvers behind the brunette and slips her arms into a Cobra Clutch grip around Charlie’s noggin. Crouching, Skye sends the Blackheart flying up and over with her Tobacco Road signature, Dawson meeting the end of that Road on her face and chest, left splattered and unmoving.
Tobacco Road ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=qik_JhZbWzE ) :05
The rattle of the ring from the impact stirs Kylie into releasing her Farm Hand on the Caliente cutie, rise, and stride to Mitchell. Sanders’ hard miles against Skylar’s sister Cynthia seem an afterthought as the pair share a high-five then walk side by side to the woman drawing most of their ire.
The duo rip Charlie to her feet and take turns chopping backhand strikes across Dawson’s clavicle, the Pixie from the left, Skylar from the right. They leave Dawson a wincing wreck, leaning against the rubber-coated steel. As one, they turn and race to the opposite ropes then rebound, bearing down on the Blackheart, ready to BLAST the brunette up and over and into the hard apron between the two rings.
But at the last second, Charlie dips, gets an arm under the inner leg of each attacker, and shovels Ky and Skye heavenward, flipping each into no woman’s land, the vertebrae of each BANGING against the hardest part of each ring.
Spent from her heave, Dawson drops to her haunches, drawing in deep breaths. She scans the ring to see Soto working at her left leg, kneading her hamstring, trying to get the wheel in working order.
As if answering her wish, the FAWNtron starts with another countdown and, at ZERO, Charliente’s cage door opens. At Gabby’s direction, the Cuban Firecracker emerges.
Sofia Garcia sprints to the apron around the enclosure, lifts the skirt and emerges with a pair of chairs. She ascends the steps, opens the door and tosses each in before following, joining her teammates in the confines of the near ring.
Between, an aching Sanders and Mitchell, crawl into the far version, weaponless, watching as Charlie plucks the trash can lid and kendo stick off the canvas and the Caliente couple of Soshana and Sofia each brandish a chair of the very own, moving to the ropes of the first ring nearest the second.
Skye and Ky station themselves against the ropes on the other side of no woman’s land, realizing it’s their best defensive position.
Charliente threatens the dynamic duo, demanding they back off or face more severe consequences. Mitchell and Sanders won’t, beckoning the weapon-wielding threesome forward, but likely hoping each second of concerned delay on the part of their foes brings them closer to reinforcements.
The lethal Latinas slip their way into the militarized zone between the rings. As they do, Kylie and Skylar use white-knuckled grips on the top cable, pulling back and flinging themselves into the same space. Their expedited travel catches Soto and Garcia before they’re fully through.
But So-So and Sofia use the seat pans of their folding chairs as shields when seeing their foes go airborne. And while each Latina is bounced back into the near ring by the impact, a grimacing Sanders and Mitchell are struggling to rise after colliding with the steel.
Having kept herself out of the original assault, Dawson’s joined her foes between rings. She tosses the garbage toward the kneeling Platinum Pixie, but Ky catches the metal before it hits her elfin features. Unfortunately for her Corps and the Hawkeye, the high-flyer is ready for just such an occasion, leaping into a dropkick that CLACKS against the lid, in turn BANGING it into Sanders’ mug.
Kylie crashes to her back, barely conscious from Charlie playing her like a chump.
Skye moves to protect her teammate and pays when her risen former partner lifts the kendo stick overhead and crowns Skye’s skull. A thunderstruck Mitchell, still has the senses to grab Kylie by a wrist and tumble into the far ring, dragging the dazed Pixie with her.
With Dawson’s perfectly executed flanking maneuver complete, Soto and Garcia charge forward against the weakened front line of Team Sanders. Charlie’s joined the retreating Ky and Skye, Dawson THWACKING bamboo across the Sweetheart’s back in hateful fashion, the Carlina Cutie arching in pain from each impact.
Meanwhile, Soshana is directing her Cuban counterpart, Garcia BANGING a chair shot across the spine of the platinum-bobbed Iowan when Kylie makes it to all fours.
A few feet away, with Skylar backed against the ropes, Charlie tries to brain her former friend again with the stick. Skye drops to her knees and the bamboo bounces off the uppermost cable, rebounding and CRACKING Charlie across the bridge of her nose.
With Dawson dazed, a risen Mitchell swipes the stick from the Blackheart, ready to give as well as she’s received. Maybe better. But with Sanders having been subdued, the tawny-skinned duo bolsters Dawson’s ranks. Skye gets only one good WHACK across Charlie’s back before she’s spun on her heels by Garcia, then pounced upon by Soshana, Soto leaping toward the blonde.
The Mexican’s hands wrap behind Mitchell’s neck, her diminutive frame tightening in a tuck before she lights her Firecracker, a Codebreaker then BLASTS Skylar into the air, Mitchell ending splayed in a spreadeagle, staring blankly at the rafters.
Firecracker ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=owrPmMUXTLI ) :02
When Soshana kips to her feet, the triumphant triumvirate of Charliente each raise their arms high and wide, reveling in their dominance over the wrecked members of Team Sanders, the most highly regarded members on the squad at that.
But the showboating is short-lived, Soto directing traffic as she heads for the heights of a corner then keeps climbing the cage.
As the little lucha ascends, Charlie plucks Skye off the deck by a wrist, then dips an arm between her foe’s trembling ivory stems and scoops her former partner onto a shoulder. Nearby, the Cuban missile does the same with a faltering Kylie.
Sofia THUMPS Sanders to the canvas with a picture-perfect body slam, the Pixie’s legs pointed at the cage corner in which Soto is climbing. Following suit, a growling Dawson SLAMS Skye atop her new partner, stacking Mitchell atop Sanders, both sets of legs pointing like a compass at Lil’ So-So.
Soshana, having reached the top of the cage, stands on the structure, one boot sole on either side of the corner. The buzz from the crowd is electric and becomes even more so when Sofia moves to a standing straddle of the chests of the stacked teammates, Charlie holding each woman’s shoulders flat. Garcia grabs Kylie’s legs at the ankles, lifting them and spreading them wide, in turn doing the same to Skye’s.
The crowd groans at the very thought of what might happen if Soshana hits from this height. Their imagination quickly becomes reality as Lil’ So-So shows how far she’s gone to the dark side by NAILING Ky and Skye with a skyscraping head butt to the crotch.
Soto roll away after the thrilling and chilling impact, having absorbed plenty from the collision. However, it’s Kylie and Skylar writhing around the ring as if they’ve been jolted by 10,000 volts. The blonde’s hands bury between their thighs, eyes welling, their faces twisted in anguish from the nuclear blast to their kitties.
As Sofia moves to check on her south-of-the-border sister, Charlie steps to the thrashing Skye, trying her best to slip Mitchell’s left ankle between the seatback and seat pan of the folding furniture, looking to make Mitchell’s first match back in FAWN her last.
For those rooting for Team Sanders, there’s a cheer of relief when Charlie gets distracted by a new countdown from the crowd, Kristy blasting out of her cage and taking a quick sweep under the apron. The Black Sheep emerges with a length of chain she begins wrapping around a clenched fist as she enters these vicious WAR GAMES!
Pushing through the door, Kristy slips into the empty near ring. In the far, Dawson loudly directs Garcia to meet the cavalry of their foes in the otherwise vacated squared circle. When Soto motions she’s OK, Sofia hustles toward the flaxen-haired reinforcements, reaching the space between the rings as Sanders Part Deux does the same.
Kristy throws a steel-reinforced right cross toward the Cuban’s jaw but Garcia blocks nimbly, saving herself from ruin. The tawny Latina fires back, catching Kristy clean with a jaw-jacking forearm.
Relief fills Charlie’s baby blues. She returns her attention to Ky and Skye, both having reached seated positions but still tending their aching kitties. Standing between the Platinum Pixie and the Carolina Cutie, Dawson takes turns landing THUMPING kicks to the chest of each, the FAWNatics chanting “NO…NO…NO”.
The Blackheart grins at their futile matra, thoroughly enjoying ‘soccer practice’; NAILING Kylie with her right instep before pivoting and making Skylar feel her left. Finally, the Sweetheart ducks under one pendulum-like kick from her former partner, leaving the former Desert Darling off-balance. Kylie chips in, kicking Dawson’s plant leg out from under her with a stomp to Charlie’s Achilles. Swept off her feet by the boot, Dawson crashes to her back and is immediately put upon by Sanders and Mitchell Thesz-style until Soshana arrives.
Lil So-So pulls Kylie off, yanking the Pleasant Valley Princess to her feet, and snapping Ky’s head back with a European Uppercut.
A few feet away, still stuck in no-woman’s-land, Kylie’s cousin is showing the rust of having been away from Pay-Per-View cameras for a long time. Sofia rocks the Black Sheep, blocking Sanders’ incoming efforts and CRACKING Kristy’s jaw with forearm shimmies in return.
When it seems Team Sanders’ new addition is about to crumble, the Minnesota Mauler gets a blocking forearm up and the steel links wrapped around her right first make up all the ground she’s lost with one solid connection to Garcia’s chin. Sofia’s dark eyes cross, but somehow she remains upright, swaying like a reed in the wind.
Grabbing the Cuban by the scruff of her neck and elbow, Part Deux tosses Sofia over the top and into the near ring, Garcia ending in a face down sprawl, barely hanging onto consciousness.
With Charlie bullying Skye to a corner in the far ring via a series of side kicks, and Kylie taking a battering from Soto’s lightning-fast fists of fury, Kristy has her choice who to rescue.
The choice is family.
Kristy sidles behind the occupied Mexican, unwraps the length of chain from her fist and pulls it tight across Soshana’s throat. Immediately gasping and unconcerned with a wobbly Kylie in front of her, a bug-eyed Soto grasps at the links tight against her neck.
“You’re dealing with a Sanders that doesn’t give a damn now, bytch,” the Black Sheep whispers in Soshana’s ear, lifting the diminutive Latina off the canvas by her garotte.
When Soto manages to get her boot soles back to the mat, she’s flushed and breathless. Kristy pulls the links away, a welt remaining, then dips an arm between the abbreviated stems of the Latina from behind, hoisting the little lucha across her shoulders in a Torture Rack.
Kristy has something else in mind than snapping Soto’s vertebrae slowly. Sanders pushes So-So’s lower half off her shoulders and lays out, deploying a wicked neckbreaker that has the crowd reflexively groaning at the brutality of the maneuver.
Torture Rack Neckbreaker ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=qnA0T-DemTU ) :05
With the Caliente crew dispatched by Ky’s cousin, a thankful Pixie offers Kristy a high-five Part Deux accepts.
“I think we better help out Mitchell before we get too happy,” Kristy informs.
“Shit.”
Ky seems to realize the validity of her kin’s point and it becomes all the more clear when she turns to see Skylar stuck in a Tree of Woe courtesy the clever and cruel Blackheart, Dawson stomping at the chest of the overturned Mitchell. A beaming Charlie raises a knife-edge to karate chop Skye’s womanhood, but as she winds up, Kylie catches the blow before impact.
Sanders the original spins a startled Charlie to face her and plants a toe kick DEEP into Dawson’s tummy, doubling over the traitorous Blackheart. Kylie tosses the groaning Charlie toward her cousin who dips and scoops Dawson off the deck, holding her perpendicular across her chest, showing the easy power her cousin couldn’t match.
With a snarling intensity, Kristy lays out, sending Charlie flying to a ring-rattling landing across the chest of a stirring Soto via a power-packed Fallaway Slam.
Fallaway Slam ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=Z6-smmLerGo ) :06
With Charlie and Soshana making an ‘X’ to mark the spot of a cratering Charliente, a fresh Kristy kips to her feet, absorbing an unfamiliar ovation from the crowd.
As Kylie works to free Skylar from the Tree, Kristy surveys the landscape.
She places a chair atop the pile she’s made of Soshana and Charlie then races to the ropes and rebounds leaping to a simple but effective senton that CRUSHES both women beneath the metal folding furniture.
Sanders winces from the impact but it doesn’t measure to the pain experienced from her foes, judging from the twisted faces of the mewling pair below her.
With Skye freed, Kylie heads to the near ring. Reaching the middle ground between, the Pixie grasps the top strand with a white-knuckle grip, aiming her body at a rising Garcia. She hops to the uppermost cable and uses it as a springboard to dropkick Sofia in the face, the Cuban sent tumbling in a back somersault, ending with the taste of mat on her lips.
Too spent to kip to vertical, Sanders the original pushes to a knee in time to see the FAWNtron counting down. She gathers some deep breaths in preparation for the last member of Charliente, its most dangerous in Gabby Mendoza.
In the far ring, Skye is not so distracted, taking out her frustrations by stomping her former friend into a Charlie-sized Carolina mudhole, Soto having pushed her partner off, sparing herself momentarily from payback, at least at Mitchell’s hands.
As the ‘clock’ strikes ZERO, Mendoza bursts out of her pen and heads for the enclosure, searching under the skirt for her weapon of choice, slowly emerging with a ladder that draws the decibels from the FAWNatics up several levels.
Gabby leans the ladder against the apron and demands a FAWN flunky open the door. He does. The Terrible Texan shoves the ladder in, quickly following behind, her erstwhile assistant slamming the entry shut behind her.
Showing wear from the war waged, Ky pushes wearily to her feet and strides to the top of the ladder, plucking it off the canvas. The Babyfaced Killer is at the base and likewise lifts the legs, prompting a tug of war over the newly injected weapon.
It’s an even battle between the bubble-blowing instigator, the woman who surely led her Latina counterparts down the dark path, and the renowned and reformed Hawkeye heroine. At least, that is, until a recovered Sofia drives a double axhandle between the shoulderblades of the silvery-bobbed FAWN original from her six o’clock.
Kylie arches in pain from the impact and is immediately forced into a backpedal as Gabby charges forward, the length of the ladder between them. Sanders’ spine THUMPS against the buckles and her midriff is gored by the top of the ladder a split-second behind.
Pulling the ladder from the Iowan, the top crashing to the canvas, Mendoza leaves a slumping Platinum Pixie in the buckles, providing enough room for Garcia to intervene.
Sofia slides to the inside and turns Sanders to face her before snapping a couple forearms to Kylie’s jaw, the blonde staggering several steps back. The Cuban Missile hops to the middle ropes on either side of the corner. Garcia connects her thumbs and forefingers to create a frame that within the elfin blonde fits.
Satisfied her target is in place, Sofia leaps from her perch, tucking slightly as she descends. Her shins land across Kylie’s shoulders and Garcia rides the Pixie down courtesy her meteora, Sanders’ spine CLACKING ATOP THE STEEL LADDER.
Meteora ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=TOuwXcgFYk8&t=115s ) 1:59
As a delighted Gabby blows an enormous pink bubble, Sofia remains kneeling in a straddle over Ky’s noggin, the rocked Sanders’ face pinched in pain as she cradles the back of her braincase with both hands.
In the far ring, Kristy meets with far more success in her continued dismantling of Lil’ So-So. The vertical Part Deux mounts the seated Mexican from behind, swinging her legs over Soto’s shoulders to secure a standing scissors.
With practiced ease, the Black Sheep pivots to hands and knees, her bony caps landing just wide of the steel chair between. Drawn with her is the trapped So-So, the little lucha’s noggin remaining between Kristy’s thighs. Using her arms to press upward, Kristy rises off the deck enough that when she returns to her knees, she SLAMS Soto’s mug into the metal a half-dozen times with her punishing Push-up Facebuster.
Push-up Facebuster ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=l_x3OfF4bQU )
Kristy releases her scissors and climbs from a demolished Soshana, Soto face down on the seat of the steel chair, dazed and drooling.
Part Deux rises to see a bruised but scornful Skye having cornered Charlie and laying into her erstwhile partner with hateful backhand chops. The echoing cracks cause a red welt line to emerge on the Blackheart’s clavicle.
Finally, Mitchell grabs the top ropes on either side of her former bestie and lifts a knee thrust DEEP into the pit of Dawson’s ivory midriff, leaving Charlie ripe to pull into a front facelock.
Leaping to the middle rope at her foe’s side, the acrobatic blonde travels to the top, spinning Charlie as she ascends one side and descends the other then PLANTS the crown of the Blackheart’s skull into the thinly-sheathed plywood with a debilitating Skye High (Tornado DDT).
Skye High ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=0XsAElV06gs )
With the Charliente troops dispatched with extreme prejudice in the far ring, Kristy moves to even the odds in the near, where Kylie suffers at the hands of Gabby and Sofia.
Garcia pulls the arms of Kylie above her, so the blonde is in a squirming single file atop the ladder. High above, Gabby stands on the top buckle, staring out into the sellout AHE crowd, back to her target.
Determined to destroy the woman who recently kept her and her Caliente crew from their rightful place at Mania, G-Money launches in a backflipping Asai Moonsault, her tawny body THUNDERING down on the splayed Sanders, sandwiching the Pixie between unforgiving metal and the blasting force of the Terrible Texan’s frame.
Asai Moonsault ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=Dg3PEiPZLFA )
Kylie spasms frantically beneath the pounding impact, several of her vertebrae likely misaligned by G-Money’s payback.
A few seconds tardy, Kristy arrives to even the odds, pulling Mendoza off her cousin and running the Babyfaced Killer in a bum’s rush to the ropes and over. Gabs splatters against the cage wall just on the other side, Gabby’s face and chest ramming into the chain link, the crowd enjoying but still groaning at the terrible collision.
Watching with satisfaction at the rebounding Mendoza ends on her back, grasping at her flawless face, Kristy gets caught spectating. The dangerous Garcia throws a chop block into the back of Sanders’ left knee, forcing the Minnesota Mauler to genuflect in agony, grasping at her injured wheel.
Hitting the ropes in front of the Black Sheep of the Sanders clan, a cartwheeling Sofia pivots and drops a scissors around the head of Kylie’s cousin. The Cuban Missile barrel rolls to the deck, PLOWING Sanders’ forehead into the canvas with her signature Havana Sunset.
Havana Sunset ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=jvGzbzTJZRc )
With Kristy left in a wide starfish from the impact and Kylie softly writhing atop the ladder spelling her doom since its arrival, Garcia helps Gabby to her feet and the near ring is looking decidedly Caliente-friendly.
While outnumbered in the far ring, Skylar has both Charlie and Soshana in stereo side headlocks. She sprints forward with each in tow and drops to her pert little backside, planting each woman’s skull with simultaneous bulldogs. Soto and Dawson flop to their backs on either side of the seated Skye, a twinkle in the eye of the blonde.
A sneering Gabby makes sure Mitchell understands there are two more lethal Latinas on their way to her ring to lay her as low as either Sanders, but Skye seems surprisingly upbeat.
The reason for the attitude becomes clear to Sofia and Gabby as they follow Skye’s right arm and extended index finger to the FAWNtron, the countdown already at ‘5’.
The duo follows the rest and watch with concern as the buck private of these War Games, newcomer Heaven Hughes is freed.
The sporty blonde newbie races into the battlefield. Presumably believing there are enough weapons on the frontline, she passes on a below-the-ring check, apparently deciding her evening the score with the heartless Latinas and the Blackheart is the most important addition.
Mendoza dumps Kylie off the ladder, trying to use it as a weapon against the final arrival.
The athletic if inexperienced Heaven shows enough awareness to step on the other end of the ladder, then race down its rungs before Mendoza can sufficiently lift. The blonde leaps with legs extended, her tanned stems wrapping tightly around the Texan’s noggin.
Heaven’s flying headscissors sends Gabby flipping away, the babyfaced bubble-blower skidding to a stop at a startled Sofia’s feet.
Flying headscissors ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=BrJMvSkuw_Y ) :14
Garcia skips over her partner and hustles to a rising Hughes, but Heaven guts the charging Cuban with a toe kick to the tummy. The protégé of Colleen O’Neal at Golden State Wrestling clamps her thighs around Garcia’s head and flips forward over Sofia’s frame, ripping Garcia off her feet and SPIKING Sofia’s skull to canvas with her California Destroyer.
California Destroyer ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=lmkmTzYB7Kk )
The crowd starts chanting “HOLY SHIT” at the remarkable maneuver from the newcomer, to the match and FAWN, the vast majority of the sellout throng, supporting Team Sanders letting their pleasure known.
As the Sanders cousins help each other wobble toward vertical, Ky and Kristy motion for Hughes to ignore their well-being and continue the assault on the reeling Latinas. With Gabby rising, the blonde chooses the most obvious threat. As Mendoza leans into the ropes of the near ring closest the far, Heaven soars into a perfectly-placed dropkick, CRACKING Gabby in the chin and sending G-money tumbling over the cables in a backflip.
The cat-like reflexes of Mendoza allow the leader of the Latinas to land on her feet and when Heaven wanders too close after kipping to her feet, a doubled Gabby, palms tight around the middle rope, thrusts her shoulders back in, impaling the tanned tummy of the Santa Monica native. Heaven’s brown eyes bulge, an exhale bursting from between her lips.
Withdrawing and grabbing the top cable, Gabby flips back in sunset-style, grasping the noob on the flight over and stacking Hughes on her shoulders for a…
ONE…
TWO…
Heaven kicks free, flopping to her side, the first pin attempt of the Games coming up short.
In the far ring, Mitchell realizes with Heaven’s entry into the near, either of the weakened women on her side of the enclosure are fodder for victory.
Glory within her reach, it’s hardly surprising Skylar turns her attention to the faltering Dawson. Motioning Charlie to her feet from the Blackheart’s blind spot, Skye pounds her right boot into the canvas, loading it for Greetings From Charlotte, the super-duper-kick Mitchell crafted into the perfect use of boot leather.
Skye stalks the traitorous Desert Darling, ready to crease her former friend’s chin with sweet music from the Tarheel State. But as Dawson pivots toward her demise, a leaping Soshana catches the supremely focused Mitchell otherwise unaware, tucking tight against Skye’s shoulders, hands wrapping around the Sweetheart’s chin and RIPPING the Carolina Cutie down into an inverted version of her Firecracker (lungblower).
Lungblower ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=OTCuQ9O1Qlw )
The backstabber BLASTS Mitchell into a spreadeagled stupor.
Fortune smiling upon Dawson, Charlie dives across the chest of the splayed Skye in a lateral press, Dawson hooking the far leg the…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOO!
The fierce Mitchell throws a shoulder up, if barely, keeping Team Sanders alive for the moment.
Charlie slaps the mat in anger, sure she’s kept Mitchell down for the count.
Mexico’s Little Dynamite shouts at Dawson, the brunette kneeling next to her former friend.
“Hold her down!”
Charlie nods, pushing Skye to her back and holding her down at the wrists, Mitchell in a single file conveniently below the corner Soto is ascending. But again, Soshana proves herself the most determined to pushCharliente pas the finish line, continuing her blimb to the top of the cage and measuring.
With arms raised above her head Lil’ So-So launches from the skyscraping heights, the little lucha flipping through a jaw-dropping 450 Splash across the open tummy of the splattered Mitchell.
450 Splash ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=fH4tsN0RTI8&t=65s ) 1:06
The demolished Skylar jackknifes then melts back to a starfish as Soto bounces away, Soshana holding her own midriff from the effects of the aerial assault. Again, a vulture-like Charlie is there to cover the scraps of the blonde, diving across the devastated Mitchell for a certain…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOO!
Heaven, having separated herself from Gabby with the help of the Sanders, witnessed the danger in So-So’s flight, or more precisely her landing. Hughes arrives in the far ring at ‘ONE’ and dives in the nick of time to break up the pinfall, keeping the battle alive.
The newcomer, showing no reservations in throwing herself into the fight, pulls the Blackheart to her feet by a wrist and heaves her foe to the far ropes then follows behind. A tick after Dawson rebounds, Heaven’s on her trails. Charlie, noticing there’s not newbie awaiting her, puts on the brakes and turns to find the trailing Hughes. Heaven leaps toward her target, wrapping an arm around the throat of the former tag champion and whipping her to the deck with a Slingblade…ACROSS A STEEL CHAIR.
Slingblade ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=FmERls_PbCo )
With Charlie writhing like a fish out of water, cradling the back of her skull. Heaven shows her inexperience, Hughes moving to assist in the recovery of the gutted Mitchell, positioning the grimacing Skye in a seated position.
Meanwhile, Kristy and Kylie have Gabby’s arms spread wide between them. They double Irish Whip Mendoza for the ride, the Babyfaced Killer hitting the strands and u-turning at full speed. The cousins dip in her path and VAULT her high into the Orlando night with a dual back body drop that brins her down perpendicular across the ladder.
Back body drop ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=fJONg9G3Eb0 )
As the crowd groans in sympathy, Gabby howls in anguish, arching in pain from the impact of spine to steel.
Having been California destroyed by a departed Heaven, Sofia is only now making it to her feet and it’s perfect timing for the Sanders girls, the cousins former tag champions together in their own right. And they look the part, as the Platinum Pixie stabs the Cuban’s tawny tummy with a toe kick, doubling over her foe.
Grabbing a wrist, she spins Garcia into the short trip to an awaiting Kristy. Part Deux nimbly lifts Sofia and pivots with her package, PLOWING Sofia down with a spinebuster atop her Caliente counterpart.
With Sofia stacked on G-Money, Kylie, who’s quickly to the nearest corner, climbs and takes to the sky from the top buckle. As Kristy places a chair over Latina Heat, the Pixie tucks at her zenith, then spreads out like a silver-bobbed flying squirrel, CARSHING down across the steel and both adversaries. Kylie is left writhing in pain from the questionable mission, but Sofia and Gabby are in even worse condition.
Plucking Sofia out of the wreckage, Kristy bends the blasted Garcia at the waist. She turns her back to Garcia, hooking both arms. The FAWNatics roar in anticipation of the coupe de grace, the Black Sheep’s MDKristy.
MDKristy ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=nQsHUaasndo )
The Real Deal spins and lifts Sofia for the end with a splashdown against the ladder. But before Kristy can seal the deal, the Cuban Missile flips out of the predicament, landing on her feet behind the startled Sanders.
Garcia grabs Kristy by her golden locks and RIPS her down across the ladder, Sanders left writhing in anguish from the landing.
Kylie kneels next to one of the chairs, still recovering from her fortified frog splash when the rampaging Cuban races to the Pixie, leaps with golden-brown legs extended, wrapping them around Kylie’s cranium and SPKIES Kylie’s skull into the metal with her Garcia Later.
Garcia Later ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=FJLBLLEv2Qs ) 1:44
Ky flops to her back, out cold from Sofia’s finisher.
Across the way, with Skye looking a little better, Heaven turns to find her next target and, unfortunately for the rookie, it’s on its way by springboard. Soshana bounds off the middle rope in reverse and times her stunner to perfection, wrapping her arms around an astonished Heaven, who’s BLASTED into next week by the aerial assault.
Springboard Stunner ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=oI9ed0z3Pe0 ) :07
Hughes flops to her back, haunches raised and Lil’ So-So scrambles to the pin, pressing her slight frame atop the cheeks of the blonde for the…
ONE…
TWO…
Skye dives to make the save, pushing Soshana off her partner.
With one save made in the far ring, another is in the near.
With Kylie comatose from the Garcia Later, Sofia scrambles to a lateral press on the Pixie, hooking a leg for the…
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOO!
This time, a wincing Kristy saves her cousin, shoving Sofia off her kin, but as she rises, still stooped, G-Money’s arrival is just on time, Gabby leaping with her right leg extended, curling it around the back of Kristy’s neck and hitting her Pink Sugar Pop Fame-Asser, PLANTING Kristy’s forehead into the canvas.
Pink Sugar Pop ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=4RlfTe3gw34 )
Part Deux flops to her back and into a stilled starfish.
In the far ring, momentarily distracted by the demolition of the Sanders and considering a trip between rings, Skye is unaware her former partner has stealthily risen to a top buckle. Dawson whistles in Mitchell’s direction, Skylar reacting to the familiar sound by turning.
The Sweetheart’s baby blues go wide as Charlie is mid-flight, somersaulting in mid-air. Dawson grabs Skye’s noggin on the fly-by and DESTOYS Mitchell with her Charlie Cutter.
Charlie Cutter ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=P53Lflg9OC0 )
The FAWNatics groan at the site and the splayed insensate Skye, not far from a similarly situated Heaven.
With Team Sanders ready to fill a wing of Orlando General. The risen Charliente surveys the wreckage, proud of what they’ve wrought. As Dawson moves to pin her demolished former bestie, Mendoza waggles a finger and the Blackheart stops.
A snarling Gabby scrapes Kylie off the canvas and goes nose to nose with the swaying Sanders.
“Time to end this party!”
Mendoza blows an enormous pink bubble, popping it with the help of the Pixie’s nose. With Ky’s face partially covered in pink goo, G-Money turns and hits the nearby ropes, leaping from several feet out, ending tucked to Kylie’s chest, hands wrapped around the back of her foe’s neck.
The Babyfaced Killer hits Sanders with a mega-powered Bursting Your Bubble codebreaker that sends Kylie flipping to an unconscious heap, gravity spreads into a lifeless starfish.
Bursting Your Bubble ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=rg9lPtwUww4 )
With Team Sanders splayed in various states of semi to full unconsciousness, a risen Gabby strides to Kylie and places a boot on the chest of the annihilated Pixie. Gabby raises her arms high as the remaining heels stand tall, Charlie over Skye, Soshana over Heaven and Sofia over Kristy.
There’s not so much as a twitch from Kylie despite the crowd’s pleas to slip away from the inescapable…
ONE…
TWO…
THREEE!
The FAWNatics jeer their lungs out with the arrogant display of dominance by G-Money but with the rest of Team Sanders helpless, Charliente are free to revel despite the crowd’s anger, each member of Gabby’s crew taking a comparable stance atop their thrashed foe, the War ended in the most emphatic way possible.