Post by hawkeye on Dec 4, 2022 17:46:29 GMT
A catchy guitar riff blasts through the speakers, and someone cuts the power to the lights. The crowd comes alive as spotlights glare and target the entrance at the top of the ramp.
www.youtube.com/watch?v=lubaolhjzig
The charismatic wrestler and former mascot of her family’s company, Debra Sugerman, playfully marches out of the curtain, twirling her literal candy cane. The lightweight masterfully leads the masses in a wave of cheers travelling from one side of the building to the other, each one of the thousands-strong crowd following the arc of her baton like a symphony obeying its maestro.
“Weighing in at 121lbs, standing 5 feet and 5 inches, and hails from Valdosta, Georgia, by way of Stone Mountain. The face of Sugerman Confectionary, and it’s the Sweetest you’ll ever see! Debra ‘Little Debbieee’ Suugerrrmaaan!!!”
DEBRA SUGERMAN
Step inside, walk this way
You and me, babe
Hey, hey
The people are singing along to Ninja Sex Party’s cover within the first beats of the song, bobbing and swaying while they take in the bright-eyed and bushy-tailed newcomer. Fans of beach fighting and FAWN’s newest Indie partner, LAW (Ladies of Adventurous Wrestling), know the young rookie will put on a show the moment she's in the public eye. From head to ankle, Debra’s gear is a swirling rainbow of sequins glittering under the harsh lights of FAWN, and if you look close enough, each bead resembles a wrapped hard candy. The radiant sweets travelled up each arm from the wrist into the turtle neck of a VERY cropped top, the hemline serving as the bottom of the cups for her pert chest, with a wide triangle panel cut out to show off the sweets. After miles of bare, lightly toned belly is a pair of tight pants that clung to her legs like a candy coating, patches of material are cut out from each leg, so Debra’s pale skin pushes through the opening. Hence, SUGERMAN blazed no matter what angle you saw the Countess of Candyland.
Debra twirls her 4-foot cane in front of her through two arcs before pointing it straight to the sky. The apparent signal turns the house lights back on. The walking instrument resembled a candy cane with a green gumdrop bottom that consisted of rubber with a glitter dusting. Instead of a hook or knob, the baton exploded at its top with a bouquet of round lollipops. Shaking her hips to the beat and singing of the crowd, Debra plucks a pomegranate-flavoured sucker out of the arrangement and gives it a quick tongue lashing. Pointing the now glistening candy at the camera zooming in, Sugerman chirps in a southern accent, “Y’all ready to see my sugar tush beat her stale cake? Well, you’re about to!"
She places the confection between her smiling lips before setting off on a hip-swivelling march around the ring. The candy heiress’s wavy blonde hair tickles the nape of her neck with each timed step; Debra encourages the masses to continue their serenade by swinging and pointing the cane to guide the fans’ voices, playing choirmaster to the largest choir in the world.
Take a bottle!
Shake it up!
Break the bubble!
Break it up!
As the crowd is about to launch into the chorus, Debra sprints up the ring steps, her candy-apple red running shoes reflecting the light. Debra spins against the ropes along the apron, not stopping till she’s dead center in the Hard cam’s sight; Debra tucks in her arms, holding the cane horizontally and crouches low into a tight ball. Tensing like a coiled spring, Sugerman hears the chorus start and bursts into the air! Spreading her limbs out and straight, she lands on the apron in a wide stance like a jubilant star. Packets of sugar drop from the ceiling and scatter onto the audience as the FAWNatics loudly sing.
Pour some sugar on me!!
The music dies down, but Little Debbie doesn't enter the ring. She turns the sucker in her mouth between thumb and forefinger as she eyes the front row, searching for the biggest hunk in- There he is! “If I take you home to mama, she might try to take ya for herself!”
Spotting a short king in a Cassava Onika/FAWN Finds t-shirt, the flaxen-haired rookie with flair saunters over, swaying her recently used lollipop high in the air, making the hawt ticket buyer wobble his head in synchronicity. His jaws are wide open to accept the plane coming in for a landing, but you can still tell he’s smiling from his bright eyes and the raised corners of his mouth, the crowd playing up the scene, echoing in unison, “ooooooooOOOHHHH…” as the candy draws near, then “YARRHHHH!!” Erupting in cheers when he gleefully takes the lollipop in his teeth, a few fans are a little disgusted with the indirect spit swap, but given the nature of FAWN, you’d think they’d be okay with FAR worse, don’t you think?
All of a sudden, spotlights begin to point at the curtain. A long red carpet rolls down the aisle as photographers begin to line up in front of the entrance. It is at that moment that two figures emerge from behind the curtain. First, we see Cassava Onika who is wearing a pair of pink booty shorts, a white tank top, and bare feet. Meanwhile, the featured attraction Crystal Hilton emerges from behind the curtains wearing a pair of pink togs and a white sports bra. She has matching white and pink wrestling boots along with elbow and knee pads. She spins around as the photographers begin to snap photo after photo of the Hollywood beauty. She smiles as she grabs Cassava and plants a passionate kiss on her lips to the delight of the crowd.
Crystal Hilton
Cassava Onika
She walks down the aisle clapping the hands of the outstretched fans. She walks seductively to the ring as she jumps onto the apron. She slowly steps through the ropes flicking her hair about as the crowd pops in return.
“Weighing in at 115 lbs standing at 5’5 from Los Angeles, California by way of Detroit Michigan. Accompanied by Cassava Onika she is the Rose Goddess Crystal Hilton!
Crystal finally enters the ring as she raises her hands in the air. She drops down into a perfect split which gains cat calls and wolf howls from the crowd. Crystal places her hands underneath her chin as she just smiles in return. She slowly gets up as she walks over to Debra and shakes her head at her.
“Sorry sweetie but your sweetness is going to catch you a cavity being in the ring with me. I doubt you can handle what I am bringing tonight. Roses definitely have their share of thorns, and you will feel it tonight!”
Debra raises an eyebrow and leans back against her corner, “I think we both know that’s not gonna happen, Stevia. This is just a warm-up till I get a real opponent.”
Crystal scowls and is ready to slap the sass out of the newbie’s mouth, but the official gets between them in the nick of time and orders the actress to her corner. Behind the zebra’s back, Debra gives an infuriating close-lipped smile and waves Crystal away with her fingers. Crystal turns away in a huff, but her mood improves seeing Cassava on the outside by her corner, ready to support the actress.
“Stay focused Crystal, she’s got nothing. Only you can beat you,” The booty battler coaches as Hilton takes her position. The Lightweight Latina wrestler reaches down through the ropes and gives Cassava's hand a squeeze, “Thanks, this’ll be done in one take, then we’ll celebrate with Beckett after.”
The official motions for the bell DINGDING!! and the match is underway!
Crystal bounces around a bit as she keeps her eyes locked on the blonde. Without hesitation, she immediately showcases her speed as she sprints her way toward Debra. Debra braces herself for what she thinks is an easily telegraphed Clothesline, but as she tries to duck underneath Crystal actually slides in between Sugarman’s legs and ends up on the opposite side of her. Crystal quickly wraps her arms around Debra’s slender waist and swiftly drives her backwards with a German Suplex. Crystal lets go of the suplex as she kips up to her feet. Debra rolls on the ground clutching at her back and Crystal grins as she sprints towards the ropes looking for her Smell The Roses.
If she had her way, she would put Debra away as soon as she could.
Smell The Roses
www.youtube.com/watch?v=-CLQ_Fn3nFY&t=22s
She was about to land on Debra when the blonde immediately pulled her knees up. Crystal’s stomach lands against them and she begins to scream crawling on the ground as she pounds on the ground in frustration. Cassava tries to keep her new bosom buddy on the ball, slapping the apron with both hands repeatedly and shouting, “Just a slip-up, you got this!”
Since breaking up with Eva and The Superfan coming into her life, Crystal’s mental game and general outlook have improved greatly, and it shows as the actress powers up to stand before Sugerman and speeds over to the Candy Countess. Debra gets a lucky glance at the FAWNtron and sees the Clothesline coming in the nick of time; somersaulting under Crystal’s bicep, Sugerman pops up and sprints back to The White Rose and tags the Latina with a Running Enzugiri.
www.youtube.com/watch?v=aSOPMAKQCU4
Debra’s burning red sneaker smacks Hilton upside the head dropping her opponent like a rock. Cassava looks worried seeing the new Southern property drag a groggy Crystal by the wrist and ankle deeper into the ring, Debra drops the borrowed limbs and whips toward the audience with a pointed finger “Ready to see something cool!?” Already running before the FAWNatics start cheering, Debra hits the ropes and rebounds into a flipping cartwheel, her flat midsection slapping onto Hilton’s and driving all the air out of the actress.
youtu.be/yYwD-_Q-0Pk?t=52
The Countess pulls in Hilton’s far leg and covers her opponent lackadaisically, winking and giving the camera a finger gun as the zebra counts her victory,
ONE!
Crystal piefaces Debra as she gets a shoulder up, there’s still a lot of fight in the FAWN veteran. Crystal rises up as she pounds on the mat in frustration. The Countess is swift as she tries to stay on the prowl. She kicks Crystal as hard as she can in the side. Crystal clutches at her body as she screams out in pain. She drags the other blonde by the roots of her hair bringing her to her feet. She knees her hard on the gut over and over again. She goes for a back elbow to the Latina’s face but Crystal ducks underneath it and is now standing behind the Countess. Hilton wraps her arms snug around Debra’s waist and slings her backwards with another German Suplex. Debra’s shoulders collide right against the mat. Hilton breaks the hold as she kips up to her feet to the sound of loud cheers from the crowd.
“Did you all love that?!”
The crowd roars even louder. The actress takes a moment to flick her hair and poses for the photographers. Flashes from cameras go off one after the other as Cassava screams at Hilton from outside the ring.
“FOCUS!!! Do not let up!!!”
Crystal turns her attention back to Cassava smirking.
“Don’t worry about it! My adoring public loves me and I will cater to them!”
After showboating for a few moments, she heads over to the turnbuckles. She slowly ascends to the top of the ropes. She looks down at her opponent and without hesitation, she leaps off trying for a frog splash. Debra brings her knees to her chest and the actress lands directly on them. She clutches at her chest as Debra is slow to crawl over to Hilton and puts an arm across her. The zebra notices this and makes a count.
One…
Two…
Crystal manages to put her foot on the bottom ropes breaking the pinning attempt.
On the outside, Cassava facepalms exasperatedly. Since they started training together, Crystal improved in a lot of areas but keeping her eye on the ball is a persisting issue. Debra’s beginning to realize that too, considering she got the actress twice with the same move; she tugs Crystal up by the ears and secures a cranium-crushing Side Headlock and takes her on a walk. The Candy Countess whispers with all the practised sadism of a career High School mean girl, “How long do think fat ass over there will before she gets sick of you like your last girlfriend?”
Hilton was hissing with pain, but now she’s hissing rage. She pries her fingers into Sugerman’s grip and bends back the Georgian’s index and middle fingers. Debra yelps as her Headlock disintegrates and Crystal secures one of her own; the Latina’s arms would never be confused with those of Beck Clayton’s or Victoria Hackenschmidt’s, but at this moment they’re more defined than they’ve ever been in trying to pop Sugerman’s head off her neck. Crystal applies some cutting words of her own, “Don’t be mad 'cause you’re single. You’d think a former mascot would be better at making friends.”
Debra has no tolerance for that kind of sass and needs this bitch to back off immediately. Nearly losing her ears in the process, Debra shoves Crystal and that head-shrinking hold off of her and en route to the cables. Crystal turns in time to hit the ropes correctly and comes running back with a spear in mind. Sugerman sees the other blonde’s body lower and guesses correctly, leaping over the charging Lightweight with a cheerleader’s split and chases after Hilton after she lands. Sugerman drops to the mat, using her body for a Drop Toe Hold, but Hilton bounds over the Southern trash fire and runs to the far end of the ring for more ‘oomph’ in her next attack. The actress hits her third set of ropes in as many seconds and recoils into a Dropkick to the kisser!
www.youtube.com/watch?v=zo_tiP-nahc
Crystal drops like she's been hit with a sniper’s bullet and looks like a thrift store ragdoll. Debra kips up and performs an arms-out twirl like her favourite scene in a Sound Of Music, the FAWNatics cascade warranted applause on the Candy Countess; that was a really good Dropkick. Cassava pushes any negative thoughts to the back burner, right now positivity’s in desperate need. She bangs on the ring’s edge with both fists while chanting her new friend’s name; the arena quickly follows Cassava’s lead, and it becomes a thousand times louder.
CRYS-TAL!!
CRYS-TAL!!
CRYS-TAL!!
CRYS-TAL!!
“You hear that?” Asks Debra as she drags up Crystal and puts her in position for a Suplex, “finally built up enough sympathy to become fan favourite.”
Debra hoists the actress to 12 O’Clock and intends to keep Crystal up there for as many seconds as possible, but The White Rose has other plans. Crystal shows some highflyer dexterity and slips out of the Sulpex stall while keeping glued to Sugerman’s back. She shocks the crowd and Cassava by trapping Debra in a Rear Naked Choke complimented with a crushing Bodscissors!
youtu.be/GXopuI8dHdA?t=52
Crystal keeps her hooked as Sugerman tries her best to fight it with everything she has. The Countess’s arms begin to flail about as she seems to be like a deer in headlights. Crystal keeps it locked on tightly causing Sugerman to fall to her knees. Crystal applies more pressure causing her foe’s face to turn blue. Debra is losing consciousness as she isn’t moving at all. The crowd is going completely crazy as she has a vice grip hold on her opponent and won’t let go. The Zebra notices Debra’s lack of fighting back as he checks his arm. He lifts it up and it falls down once. He does it again and it falls back down. He goes to do it a third time, but Crystal actually breaks the hold. The crowd is stunned as she stands up and Cassava questions her.
“What are you doing?! You had the match won!!!”
Crystal cracks a grin flicking her hair again at her partner as she forms an evil expression on her face.
“Silence… I am the WOMAN that beat you Cass so let me show the world what it means to roll the credits on this LOSER!!!”
The actress yanks the unconscious blonde to her feet. She tucks Debra underneath an arm as she looks at the crowd.
“Time to showcase what happens when this rose goes through the process known as Burning Embers
Burning Embers
youtu.be/a2-0fnnWJtk
With that she does a hair flip DDT driving the helpless unconscious blonde head first into the mat. She makes a seductive cover piefacing Debra’s noggin for a pinfall. She uses her free hand to gesture at the referee.
“FIVE COUNT… She’s done!!!”
The official gives her an annoyed look but does as he’s told, as he strikes the mat the FAWNatics echo each number making Crystal’s win announced by thousands of people.
ONE!
TWO!!
THREE!!
FOUR!!!!
FIVE!!!!!
DINGDINGDING
“Your winner…. CRYSTAL HILTON!”
Whether it’s Eva’s absence or Cassva’s presence, The White Rose has made some real growth… at least skill-wise, her spirit may need a bit more time in the cellar. Crystal rolls off Sugerman’s insensate form and pops with her fists up in the air. The genuine happiness and pride that comes with victory overwhelm the false sense of inflated ego that’s plagued Crystal her whole career and nearly cost her the match tonight. She takes center ring and gets her hand raised by the ref; Crystal lets out a shaky breath. She’s feeling a little emotional at getting wins with just her own power, and getting cheered for it!
When the referee lowers her hand, Crystal turns to thank Cassava for having her back, and steps back with a start seeing The Superfan standing an inch away. Stern faced with restrained anger behind her eyes.
“You won this match clean, and you deserve to celebrate that,” Cassava speaks firmly, cutting off Hilton as she opens her mouth to say something.
“But don’t you ever speak that way to me again. You beat me once; that doesn’t give you the wherewithal to treat me like I’m your servant. You try that shit again, I’ll kick your ass all over this ring and then we don’t see each other unless I’m kicking your ass again. Got it? Or do we need to settle this like wrestlers?”
Crystal’s ego deflates like a popped balloon, and a cold wash falls over her, “Nonono! I’msorryI’msorry!” she rambles, her hands out unsure if they're meant to hug Cassava or ward her off. “I got excited because I was doing so well! And I owe that to you and all the help you’ve given me by honing my skills, I won’t do it again, I swear!”
Cassava is stone-faced “Okay. Let’s go to the back; we’re holding up the show,” she says flatly before turning around and walking away, not bothering to check if Crystal follows her. She has barely forgiven her victorious partner, but she’s not the type to air dirty laundry in public, or render a win moot. Crystal follows like a chastised puppy desperate for positive attention and takes Cassva’s hand in her own as they walk. Still apologizing and talking rapidly about the ways they’ll commemorate her win and Cassava’s that’ll take place later tonight. The White Rose has found a good luck charm in The Milk Chocolate Mauler. Hopefully, she doesn’t screw it up.
www.youtube.com/watch?v=lubaolhjzig
The charismatic wrestler and former mascot of her family’s company, Debra Sugerman, playfully marches out of the curtain, twirling her literal candy cane. The lightweight masterfully leads the masses in a wave of cheers travelling from one side of the building to the other, each one of the thousands-strong crowd following the arc of her baton like a symphony obeying its maestro.
“Weighing in at 121lbs, standing 5 feet and 5 inches, and hails from Valdosta, Georgia, by way of Stone Mountain. The face of Sugerman Confectionary, and it’s the Sweetest you’ll ever see! Debra ‘Little Debbieee’ Suugerrrmaaan!!!”
DEBRA SUGERMAN
Step inside, walk this way
You and me, babe
Hey, hey
The people are singing along to Ninja Sex Party’s cover within the first beats of the song, bobbing and swaying while they take in the bright-eyed and bushy-tailed newcomer. Fans of beach fighting and FAWN’s newest Indie partner, LAW (Ladies of Adventurous Wrestling), know the young rookie will put on a show the moment she's in the public eye. From head to ankle, Debra’s gear is a swirling rainbow of sequins glittering under the harsh lights of FAWN, and if you look close enough, each bead resembles a wrapped hard candy. The radiant sweets travelled up each arm from the wrist into the turtle neck of a VERY cropped top, the hemline serving as the bottom of the cups for her pert chest, with a wide triangle panel cut out to show off the sweets. After miles of bare, lightly toned belly is a pair of tight pants that clung to her legs like a candy coating, patches of material are cut out from each leg, so Debra’s pale skin pushes through the opening. Hence, SUGERMAN blazed no matter what angle you saw the Countess of Candyland.
Debra twirls her 4-foot cane in front of her through two arcs before pointing it straight to the sky. The apparent signal turns the house lights back on. The walking instrument resembled a candy cane with a green gumdrop bottom that consisted of rubber with a glitter dusting. Instead of a hook or knob, the baton exploded at its top with a bouquet of round lollipops. Shaking her hips to the beat and singing of the crowd, Debra plucks a pomegranate-flavoured sucker out of the arrangement and gives it a quick tongue lashing. Pointing the now glistening candy at the camera zooming in, Sugerman chirps in a southern accent, “Y’all ready to see my sugar tush beat her stale cake? Well, you’re about to!"
She places the confection between her smiling lips before setting off on a hip-swivelling march around the ring. The candy heiress’s wavy blonde hair tickles the nape of her neck with each timed step; Debra encourages the masses to continue their serenade by swinging and pointing the cane to guide the fans’ voices, playing choirmaster to the largest choir in the world.
Take a bottle!
Shake it up!
Break the bubble!
Break it up!
As the crowd is about to launch into the chorus, Debra sprints up the ring steps, her candy-apple red running shoes reflecting the light. Debra spins against the ropes along the apron, not stopping till she’s dead center in the Hard cam’s sight; Debra tucks in her arms, holding the cane horizontally and crouches low into a tight ball. Tensing like a coiled spring, Sugerman hears the chorus start and bursts into the air! Spreading her limbs out and straight, she lands on the apron in a wide stance like a jubilant star. Packets of sugar drop from the ceiling and scatter onto the audience as the FAWNatics loudly sing.
Pour some sugar on me!!
The music dies down, but Little Debbie doesn't enter the ring. She turns the sucker in her mouth between thumb and forefinger as she eyes the front row, searching for the biggest hunk in- There he is! “If I take you home to mama, she might try to take ya for herself!”
Spotting a short king in a Cassava Onika/FAWN Finds t-shirt, the flaxen-haired rookie with flair saunters over, swaying her recently used lollipop high in the air, making the hawt ticket buyer wobble his head in synchronicity. His jaws are wide open to accept the plane coming in for a landing, but you can still tell he’s smiling from his bright eyes and the raised corners of his mouth, the crowd playing up the scene, echoing in unison, “ooooooooOOOHHHH…” as the candy draws near, then “YARRHHHH!!” Erupting in cheers when he gleefully takes the lollipop in his teeth, a few fans are a little disgusted with the indirect spit swap, but given the nature of FAWN, you’d think they’d be okay with FAR worse, don’t you think?
All of a sudden, spotlights begin to point at the curtain. A long red carpet rolls down the aisle as photographers begin to line up in front of the entrance. It is at that moment that two figures emerge from behind the curtain. First, we see Cassava Onika who is wearing a pair of pink booty shorts, a white tank top, and bare feet. Meanwhile, the featured attraction Crystal Hilton emerges from behind the curtains wearing a pair of pink togs and a white sports bra. She has matching white and pink wrestling boots along with elbow and knee pads. She spins around as the photographers begin to snap photo after photo of the Hollywood beauty. She smiles as she grabs Cassava and plants a passionate kiss on her lips to the delight of the crowd.
Crystal Hilton
Cassava Onika
She walks down the aisle clapping the hands of the outstretched fans. She walks seductively to the ring as she jumps onto the apron. She slowly steps through the ropes flicking her hair about as the crowd pops in return.
“Weighing in at 115 lbs standing at 5’5 from Los Angeles, California by way of Detroit Michigan. Accompanied by Cassava Onika she is the Rose Goddess Crystal Hilton!
Crystal finally enters the ring as she raises her hands in the air. She drops down into a perfect split which gains cat calls and wolf howls from the crowd. Crystal places her hands underneath her chin as she just smiles in return. She slowly gets up as she walks over to Debra and shakes her head at her.
“Sorry sweetie but your sweetness is going to catch you a cavity being in the ring with me. I doubt you can handle what I am bringing tonight. Roses definitely have their share of thorns, and you will feel it tonight!”
Debra raises an eyebrow and leans back against her corner, “I think we both know that’s not gonna happen, Stevia. This is just a warm-up till I get a real opponent.”
Crystal scowls and is ready to slap the sass out of the newbie’s mouth, but the official gets between them in the nick of time and orders the actress to her corner. Behind the zebra’s back, Debra gives an infuriating close-lipped smile and waves Crystal away with her fingers. Crystal turns away in a huff, but her mood improves seeing Cassava on the outside by her corner, ready to support the actress.
“Stay focused Crystal, she’s got nothing. Only you can beat you,” The booty battler coaches as Hilton takes her position. The Lightweight Latina wrestler reaches down through the ropes and gives Cassava's hand a squeeze, “Thanks, this’ll be done in one take, then we’ll celebrate with Beckett after.”
The official motions for the bell DINGDING!! and the match is underway!
Crystal bounces around a bit as she keeps her eyes locked on the blonde. Without hesitation, she immediately showcases her speed as she sprints her way toward Debra. Debra braces herself for what she thinks is an easily telegraphed Clothesline, but as she tries to duck underneath Crystal actually slides in between Sugarman’s legs and ends up on the opposite side of her. Crystal quickly wraps her arms around Debra’s slender waist and swiftly drives her backwards with a German Suplex. Crystal lets go of the suplex as she kips up to her feet. Debra rolls on the ground clutching at her back and Crystal grins as she sprints towards the ropes looking for her Smell The Roses.
If she had her way, she would put Debra away as soon as she could.
Smell The Roses
www.youtube.com/watch?v=-CLQ_Fn3nFY&t=22s
She was about to land on Debra when the blonde immediately pulled her knees up. Crystal’s stomach lands against them and she begins to scream crawling on the ground as she pounds on the ground in frustration. Cassava tries to keep her new bosom buddy on the ball, slapping the apron with both hands repeatedly and shouting, “Just a slip-up, you got this!”
Since breaking up with Eva and The Superfan coming into her life, Crystal’s mental game and general outlook have improved greatly, and it shows as the actress powers up to stand before Sugerman and speeds over to the Candy Countess. Debra gets a lucky glance at the FAWNtron and sees the Clothesline coming in the nick of time; somersaulting under Crystal’s bicep, Sugerman pops up and sprints back to The White Rose and tags the Latina with a Running Enzugiri.
www.youtube.com/watch?v=aSOPMAKQCU4
Debra’s burning red sneaker smacks Hilton upside the head dropping her opponent like a rock. Cassava looks worried seeing the new Southern property drag a groggy Crystal by the wrist and ankle deeper into the ring, Debra drops the borrowed limbs and whips toward the audience with a pointed finger “Ready to see something cool!?” Already running before the FAWNatics start cheering, Debra hits the ropes and rebounds into a flipping cartwheel, her flat midsection slapping onto Hilton’s and driving all the air out of the actress.
youtu.be/yYwD-_Q-0Pk?t=52
The Countess pulls in Hilton’s far leg and covers her opponent lackadaisically, winking and giving the camera a finger gun as the zebra counts her victory,
ONE!
Crystal piefaces Debra as she gets a shoulder up, there’s still a lot of fight in the FAWN veteran. Crystal rises up as she pounds on the mat in frustration. The Countess is swift as she tries to stay on the prowl. She kicks Crystal as hard as she can in the side. Crystal clutches at her body as she screams out in pain. She drags the other blonde by the roots of her hair bringing her to her feet. She knees her hard on the gut over and over again. She goes for a back elbow to the Latina’s face but Crystal ducks underneath it and is now standing behind the Countess. Hilton wraps her arms snug around Debra’s waist and slings her backwards with another German Suplex. Debra’s shoulders collide right against the mat. Hilton breaks the hold as she kips up to her feet to the sound of loud cheers from the crowd.
“Did you all love that?!”
The crowd roars even louder. The actress takes a moment to flick her hair and poses for the photographers. Flashes from cameras go off one after the other as Cassava screams at Hilton from outside the ring.
“FOCUS!!! Do not let up!!!”
Crystal turns her attention back to Cassava smirking.
“Don’t worry about it! My adoring public loves me and I will cater to them!”
After showboating for a few moments, she heads over to the turnbuckles. She slowly ascends to the top of the ropes. She looks down at her opponent and without hesitation, she leaps off trying for a frog splash. Debra brings her knees to her chest and the actress lands directly on them. She clutches at her chest as Debra is slow to crawl over to Hilton and puts an arm across her. The zebra notices this and makes a count.
One…
Two…
Crystal manages to put her foot on the bottom ropes breaking the pinning attempt.
On the outside, Cassava facepalms exasperatedly. Since they started training together, Crystal improved in a lot of areas but keeping her eye on the ball is a persisting issue. Debra’s beginning to realize that too, considering she got the actress twice with the same move; she tugs Crystal up by the ears and secures a cranium-crushing Side Headlock and takes her on a walk. The Candy Countess whispers with all the practised sadism of a career High School mean girl, “How long do think fat ass over there will before she gets sick of you like your last girlfriend?”
Hilton was hissing with pain, but now she’s hissing rage. She pries her fingers into Sugerman’s grip and bends back the Georgian’s index and middle fingers. Debra yelps as her Headlock disintegrates and Crystal secures one of her own; the Latina’s arms would never be confused with those of Beck Clayton’s or Victoria Hackenschmidt’s, but at this moment they’re more defined than they’ve ever been in trying to pop Sugerman’s head off her neck. Crystal applies some cutting words of her own, “Don’t be mad 'cause you’re single. You’d think a former mascot would be better at making friends.”
Debra has no tolerance for that kind of sass and needs this bitch to back off immediately. Nearly losing her ears in the process, Debra shoves Crystal and that head-shrinking hold off of her and en route to the cables. Crystal turns in time to hit the ropes correctly and comes running back with a spear in mind. Sugerman sees the other blonde’s body lower and guesses correctly, leaping over the charging Lightweight with a cheerleader’s split and chases after Hilton after she lands. Sugerman drops to the mat, using her body for a Drop Toe Hold, but Hilton bounds over the Southern trash fire and runs to the far end of the ring for more ‘oomph’ in her next attack. The actress hits her third set of ropes in as many seconds and recoils into a Dropkick to the kisser!
www.youtube.com/watch?v=zo_tiP-nahc
Crystal drops like she's been hit with a sniper’s bullet and looks like a thrift store ragdoll. Debra kips up and performs an arms-out twirl like her favourite scene in a Sound Of Music, the FAWNatics cascade warranted applause on the Candy Countess; that was a really good Dropkick. Cassava pushes any negative thoughts to the back burner, right now positivity’s in desperate need. She bangs on the ring’s edge with both fists while chanting her new friend’s name; the arena quickly follows Cassava’s lead, and it becomes a thousand times louder.
CRYS-TAL!!
CRYS-TAL!!
CRYS-TAL!!
CRYS-TAL!!
“You hear that?” Asks Debra as she drags up Crystal and puts her in position for a Suplex, “finally built up enough sympathy to become fan favourite.”
Debra hoists the actress to 12 O’Clock and intends to keep Crystal up there for as many seconds as possible, but The White Rose has other plans. Crystal shows some highflyer dexterity and slips out of the Sulpex stall while keeping glued to Sugerman’s back. She shocks the crowd and Cassava by trapping Debra in a Rear Naked Choke complimented with a crushing Bodscissors!
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Crystal keeps her hooked as Sugerman tries her best to fight it with everything she has. The Countess’s arms begin to flail about as she seems to be like a deer in headlights. Crystal keeps it locked on tightly causing Sugerman to fall to her knees. Crystal applies more pressure causing her foe’s face to turn blue. Debra is losing consciousness as she isn’t moving at all. The crowd is going completely crazy as she has a vice grip hold on her opponent and won’t let go. The Zebra notices Debra’s lack of fighting back as he checks his arm. He lifts it up and it falls down once. He does it again and it falls back down. He goes to do it a third time, but Crystal actually breaks the hold. The crowd is stunned as she stands up and Cassava questions her.
“What are you doing?! You had the match won!!!”
Crystal cracks a grin flicking her hair again at her partner as she forms an evil expression on her face.
“Silence… I am the WOMAN that beat you Cass so let me show the world what it means to roll the credits on this LOSER!!!”
The actress yanks the unconscious blonde to her feet. She tucks Debra underneath an arm as she looks at the crowd.
“Time to showcase what happens when this rose goes through the process known as Burning Embers
Burning Embers
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With that she does a hair flip DDT driving the helpless unconscious blonde head first into the mat. She makes a seductive cover piefacing Debra’s noggin for a pinfall. She uses her free hand to gesture at the referee.
“FIVE COUNT… She’s done!!!”
The official gives her an annoyed look but does as he’s told, as he strikes the mat the FAWNatics echo each number making Crystal’s win announced by thousands of people.
ONE!
TWO!!
THREE!!
FOUR!!!!
FIVE!!!!!
DINGDINGDING
“Your winner…. CRYSTAL HILTON!”
Whether it’s Eva’s absence or Cassva’s presence, The White Rose has made some real growth… at least skill-wise, her spirit may need a bit more time in the cellar. Crystal rolls off Sugerman’s insensate form and pops with her fists up in the air. The genuine happiness and pride that comes with victory overwhelm the false sense of inflated ego that’s plagued Crystal her whole career and nearly cost her the match tonight. She takes center ring and gets her hand raised by the ref; Crystal lets out a shaky breath. She’s feeling a little emotional at getting wins with just her own power, and getting cheered for it!
When the referee lowers her hand, Crystal turns to thank Cassava for having her back, and steps back with a start seeing The Superfan standing an inch away. Stern faced with restrained anger behind her eyes.
“You won this match clean, and you deserve to celebrate that,” Cassava speaks firmly, cutting off Hilton as she opens her mouth to say something.
“But don’t you ever speak that way to me again. You beat me once; that doesn’t give you the wherewithal to treat me like I’m your servant. You try that shit again, I’ll kick your ass all over this ring and then we don’t see each other unless I’m kicking your ass again. Got it? Or do we need to settle this like wrestlers?”
Crystal’s ego deflates like a popped balloon, and a cold wash falls over her, “Nonono! I’msorryI’msorry!” she rambles, her hands out unsure if they're meant to hug Cassava or ward her off. “I got excited because I was doing so well! And I owe that to you and all the help you’ve given me by honing my skills, I won’t do it again, I swear!”
Cassava is stone-faced “Okay. Let’s go to the back; we’re holding up the show,” she says flatly before turning around and walking away, not bothering to check if Crystal follows her. She has barely forgiven her victorious partner, but she’s not the type to air dirty laundry in public, or render a win moot. Crystal follows like a chastised puppy desperate for positive attention and takes Cassva’s hand in her own as they walk. Still apologizing and talking rapidly about the ways they’ll commemorate her win and Cassava’s that’ll take place later tonight. The White Rose has found a good luck charm in The Milk Chocolate Mauler. Hopefully, she doesn’t screw it up.