Post by hawkeye on Mar 10, 2023 1:03:50 GMT
Having come up smelling roses at Mania and AHE against a FAWN icon in Kylie Sanders, not to mention her squirrelly former partner Skye Mitchell, America’s Blackheart Charlie Dawson is more confident than ever and she looks it. Dawson bounces on the balls of her feet backstage, ready to tear into a fellow lightweight.
On the other side of the curtain, the FAWNatics unleash their considerable ire when Taylor Swift’s ‘Style’ emerges from the speakers. The masses are instantly aware the woman who turned her back on them and everything she stood for prior to her traitorous turn against Skylar is on her way.
(https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-CmadmM5cOk )
A moment later, a spotlight shines on the raven-haired wrestler, dark hair contrasting dramatically with her perfectly pale skin, but complementing her resentful attitude. The stunning, dimpled Blackheart angrily shouts at the assembled, the crowd testing their lungs in response, a remarkable decibel level reached by the fuming audience.
CHARLIE DAWSON
The gorgeous grappler offers a double middle-finger salute toward the earsplitting crowdgasm of hatred.
Playfully, she cups a hand to her ear as she moves to center stage, acting as if she can’t hear the people who once adored her.
A smirking Charlie heads for the ring, Dawson psyching out a few simpletons who swing and miss on her offered palm when she pulls it away, the Blackheart giggling at the stupidity of the dimwits who still see her as the former America’s Sweetheart.
Reaching the squared circle, the former Darling of the Desert slides under the bottom rope, springs to her feet and unzips her hoodie, now blood red instead of her formerly customary pink. Dawson 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.
Charlie takes a familiar lap around the ring, but now castigating the denizens of the front rows instead of connecting. Tay-Tay’s voice lowers below the boos and the announcer.
“Our next match is scheduled for one fall with a 20-minute time limit. First. Standing 5 feet 2 inches tall and weighing in at 112 pounds, from Spokane, Washington via Albuquerque, New Mexico...America’s Blackheart…Charlie Dawson!”
”Quit with the grabby, Nick,” Dawson complains. “You know I’d never take advantage of my good buddy Chloe.”
Castle backs away to mid-ring, rolling his eyes out of sight of Dawson. Together, Charlie and the ref’s attention turn to the upper stage and her former friend now foe.
With Dawson laying the insults on her former supporters, the sound of Avril Lavigne’s ‘What the Hell’ ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=tQmEd_UeeIk&feature=player_embedded ) signals the arrival of another dimpled cutie, but one whose loyal fan following continues to have few rivals.
Despite her relegation to FAWN Dark showcases, the crowd remain steadfastly behind their striking Upstart. Fields strides from stage left, mostly ignoring the infectious pop beat, the crowd craning their necks toward the stage to gather an eyeful of the formerlyly bubbly brunette.
The grappler set to end Charlie’s momentum is a tawny wisp of a woman; all big dark doe eyes, darkened mane and cherubic girlish features. Chloe paces from one side of the stage to the other. Far from her days of accompanying her fluffy, pink teddy bear Straw Beary, this chick is ready for a rumble.
CHLOE FIELDS
The diminutive Upstart skips her previous joyful gyrations, though she offers a few familiar pumped fists to the crowd in time with Avril’s accompaniment.
As she heads down the aisle, a slight grin and occasional slapped hand encourages the love from her very own Upstart Army. And it only grows when the ring announcer tries to match the FAWNatics’ enthusiasm for her arrival.
“And her opponent. From Boca Raton, Florida…standing 5 feet 2 inches and weighing in at 109 pounds…CHLOE…STRAWBERRY…FIELDS.”
If she’s left her carefree attitude behind, Fields remains dressed in a pink and black ruffled two piece with mini-skirt bottoms. Pink boots and pads sealing the deal. It’s attire that certainly meets with mass approval as it has so many times before.
As Strawberry reaches the ring, she takes a lap, making acquaintance with a few front row ticket purchasers. However, most of her attention remains on her opponent, her dark pools focused like lasers on a woman who’s surpassed her in the eyes of the bookers.
A victory tonight would not only mean adding a much needed ‘W’ on her Pay-Per-View scoresheet, but climbing the ladder back to level with the Blackheart.
Chloe reaches the steps and slowly saunters up, her music fading as she proceeds halfway down the length of the ring and slips through the ropes.
Fields moves to the nearest corner and climbs to the middle strands, looking out on the assembled throng, giving the fans applause they quickly return. A familiar “CHLO-EEE” chant ripples through the crowd as Strawberry’s attention turns toward the shaking head of an unimpressed Charlie.
Chloe leaps off the cables, spinning in a 180, landing nimbly in a crouch just as the bell rings to bring this match to order.
Immediately, Dawson races at her target, right arm drawn wide to remove Fields’ head from her shoulders. However, Chloe is ready enough to duck under. The petite grapplers spin to face each other after Charlie’s swing-and-miss, but Strawberry brings a surprise with her, pirouetting into a perfect spinning heel kick. The dark-haired Charlie is levelled as boot meets chin.
Spinning Heel Kick ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=9TvvS_y4oos )
A splayed Dawson stares blankly at the rafters at the feet of the beaming Fields, Chloe realizing she has a golden opportunity moments into the match. Standing beside her foe, the dimpled fighter leaps into a forward flip, landing a Standing Shooting Star Press that sends taut tummies slapping together, the Blackheart’s crushed under the momentum of that from Strawberry.
Standing Shooting Star Press ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=3PptHZhnHWg ) :40
The former redhead, now brunette, hooks a leg as part of her lateral press and holds on for…
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Dawson shoves a shoulder up, grimacing as one arm swaddles her rigid but roiling abdomen.
“You think I’m a chump?” Charlie groans as the one-time America’s Sweetheart rolls to her chest and tries to create space by crawling away.
“I think I’m ready to earn more than grins from these fans,” Chloe responds, pushing to her feet. “They might give me that, but it’s going to be a whole lot more.”
Fields snatches the scruff of Charlie’s neck and pulls the wincing Blackheart to vertical. She spins with her foe, heaving Dawson to the far ropes, the Blackheart sent scampering across the canvas. Charlie hits the cables and rebounds toward her adversary, Chloe planting center stage, ready for Dawson’s return.
The Pink Tornado takes to the air as her opponent nears and delivers a crisp single-leg dropkick to Charlie’s chin. The Blackheart is laid out, legs flying out in front of her as her noggin is brought to a complete, violent stop by the textbook boot to the tip of Dawson’s jaw.
A reclining Charlie blinks a few of her marbles back into place while massaging her mandible. Meanwhile, Fields kips to her feet to a roar from the FAWNatics. She starts the assembled in a rhythmic clap then motions the dazed Dawson to reach her feet.
A confused Charlie reflexively pushes to vertical, unsure of where the rampaging ‘Berry can be found. She slowly spins toward Fields with Chloe racing toward her at full speed. To her credit, Charlie reacts quickly, pivoting and scooping Fields off the canvas for a potential sidewalk slam. But Chloe has far too much momentum to constrain. She wheels out of Charlie’s control, spinning to a crucifix position across Dawson’s shoulders.
Scissoring the hated Dawson’s noggin at one end and tightly grasping Charlie’s near arm in a nasty straight-arm grip at the other, ‘Berry demands Dawson surrender.
Christo ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=Sfsk4CZtp4I )
The Blackheart screams in pain and defiance shuddering as she slowly backpedals to a corner, THUMPING Fields into the top buckle in a sandwiched position between Dawson and the corner.
With Chloe’s scissors and grip loosened, Charlie slips loose, leaving the one-time Cirque de Soleil star laid across the juncture of the uppermost ropes. With her foe as if on an altar, a vengeful Charlie turns with double axhandle formed by laced fingers and PLUNGES the hammerhead DEEP into Chloe’s solar plexus.
Strawberry groans in breathless pain, body jackknifing around the impact. A snarling Dawson grabs Chloe’s head in a front facelock and elongates Fields’ body from the top ropes on either side of the corner toward the middle. With the squirming Chloe literally left hanging, the devilish Dawson lays out, SPIKING Chloe’s cranium to canvas with a DDT from a dreadful height.
Fields bonelessly somersaults to her back, the crown of her skull being used like a lawn dart. She ends a twitching hot pink mess in a spreadeagle, her quick start very much a thing of the past.
Charlie spins from a seat to hands and knees, crawling to the wreckage, then laying in a relaxing back press atop the demolished ‘Berry, raising an arm and the fingers at the end of the limb in time with Castle’s count…
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Fields’ body spasms to life, lifting a shoulder off the canvas as she spills to her side, looking like she’s been half-woken from a bad nap.
As Chloe further flops to her chest to prevent another pinning attempt, a risen Dawson collects her foe’s left leg at the ankle and steps over, locking the lower limb of the babyfaced brunette when she drops to a knee. Instantly, the Blackheart slaps a crossface grip against the chin and jaw of her foe, yanking toward herself, pulling the vulnerable Chloe into a spine-stretching arc with a snappy STF.
STF ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=ToK9prRvtI0 )
It’s Charlie’s turn to demand a submission, Dawson louder in her requirement while at least as emphatic in her grip, torturing the neck and back of ‘Berry.
Nick drops to hands and knees in front of the grunting, frowning Chloe, asking if Fields wants to capitulate, but the persistent Strawberry mumbles in the negative, Castle leaping to his feet and making it clear the fight goes on.
A frustrated Charlie gives one final tug before transferring her grip to a two-hand tousle of Fields’ chocolate-colored ponytail. She buggywhips Chloe’s forehead to the canvas, ‘Berry’s braincase bouncing off the thinly-covered floorboards in disturbing fashion.
Kneeling in a straddle atop the back of Chloe’s slender waist, a grinning Dawson mockingly attempts to start a rhythmic clap of her own, beginning a rousing chant for “CHLO-EEE” instead.
Momentarily flustered, the former fan favorite screams at the crowd to shut their mouths and cheer for a true heroine. Unconvinced Charlie fits the bill, the FAWNatics vent with yet more volume, half chanting for ‘Berry and half booing their lungs out toward the Blackheart.
Charlie dismounts her adversary and sinks a set of anils into Chloe’s scalp, ripping the yipping Fields to her feet. Dawson turns the dimpled warrior to face her and swings a cupped open hand toward the cheek of the Upstart.
But instead of being bytch-slapped into next week, Chloe blocks with a raised left forearm and swats the taste from Charlie’s mouth with an open-hand head-turner. Dawson staggers away to cheers from the crowd, her cheek growing rosy as she flexes her jaw and shakes loose a few cobwebs.
Chloe pumps her fists as she closes the space between the grapplers. Coming from the Blackheart’s six, Fields leaps to the cables at Charlie’s side. Grabbing the top strand, the Pink Tornado spins out of her springboard and into a roundhouse kick that clocks the temple of her raven-haired adversary.
Springboard roundhouse kick ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=aFbcmW6XwJk )
Again, Dawson shows her tenacity, remaining on her feet if barely. She drunkenly stumbles away from the impact, throwing herself into a corner back-first, arms hooking around the uppermost cable on either side to keep herself upright.
Chloe‘s close behind, sprinting then leaping into a high knee that catches the chin of the slumping Blackheart, snapping Dawson’s head back with incredible force, yet the former tag champion continues to remain vertical, even with her pilot light extinguished.
Fields presses her alabaster-skinned foe in tight and twists to face away from Dawson. Reaching over her right shoulder, she snatches Charlie’s noggin in a ¾ facelock grip and snapmares the Blackheart to a rough seat on the canvas a few feet away.
Surging from her adversary’s six, the acrobatic Chloe leaps in a forward flip over Dawson’s right shoulder, grabbing Charlie’s cranium on the fly-by, then POUNDING the former Sweetheart’s face into the deck between her outstretched legs. Dawson’s upper half snaps back from the impact, leaving her in a dazed starfish while ‘Berry pops to her feet gracefully from her aerial somersault.
Hustling back to her floored foe, Fields passes on a pin, instead grabbing Charlie’s ankles and pulling the flaccid, raven-haired grappler to the perfect spot. The lithe and limber, ponytailed brunette vaults to the middle ropes of the nearest corner, then effortlessly pops to the top, spinning to face her forlorn target.
Chloe leaps into the stratosphere like few in FAWN can manage, folding her frame into a tight ball at its zenith before spreading wide to get froggy on the frazzled Dawson. She descends like a dimpled flying squirrel and CRUSHES Charlie under her splash, the impact bouncing Fields a foot into the air while destroying Dawson beneath, the Blackheart shuddering then falling still.
Ending on all fours above the bug-eyed Blackheart, it’s an easy drop across Charlie’s chest, the slender, sinewy Pink Tornado tight atop her foe in a crossbody pin for the win at…
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TWO…
THRNOOO!
The Upstart’s fans groan in frustration at Dawson’s survival and Strawberry takes a quick glance at Castle who confirms his hand hasn’t connected with canvas for the final count.
It’s all Chloe needs to get back into action.
Fields grabs the reeling Dawson by a wrist and shoulder and tugs the rubbery Charlie to her feet. Pivoting, Chloe sends the Blackheart racing to the far corner at warp speed, Dawson turning and literally flying into the buckles, rocking the framework of the ring with the impact.
‘Berry charges after the shaken Charlie, leaping from several feet out and BURYING the raven-haired grappler under a mini pink avalanche, Chloe laying into her foe with an enveloping attack.
With Charlie on her last legs, Fields pushes her by and climbs to a seat on the top buckle, a dazed Dawson swaying a few feet in front of her. The Upstart leaps from her perch, latching onto Charlie’s shoulders while her knees press into Dawson’s shoulderblades, ‘Berry folding in a tuck and RIPPING Charlie off her feet to a backbreaking ending with her Strawberry Jam.
Strawberry Jam ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=bni0ISoO7UA )
Somehow, the little that’s left of Dawson convulses its way to the ropes and rolls under, plopping to the floor below, keeping Chloe from her victory, for the time being.
As Fields moves to the cables above the puddled Charlie, she beckons the Blackheart back in the ring. Slowly, a grimacing Dawson uses the apron’s edge to pull to a weary vertical. She gazes up at the feisty Upstart and pushes away, staggering around the outside until she reaches the side adjacent to the ramp. Waving off the ring’s tenants, a pained and disgusted Dawson turns and heads up the incline, having had enough of her Heartbroken adversary.
As the FAWNatics bury the Blackheart under boos for her cowardice in failing to continue a war she isn’t winning, Chloe slips through the ropes and drops to the arena floor. Racing after the departing Dawson, Chloe grabs Charlie by her long dark locks and spins the yelping Blackheart back toward the ring. Fields bum-rushes her caterwauling foe to the apron and heaves her in under the bottom rope to the enormous pleasure of the sellout crowd.
Fields rolls in behind, hopping to her feet and trailing after a retreating Dawson, Charlie butt-scooting away, a palm raised and pleading.
“We’ve got a similar story, you and I,” Charlie offers. “We should work together. We could clean up.”
A grinning Chloe closes the gap, her ponytail bushing through the air as she shakes her head.
“How could someone clean up if they lay down with someone as dirty as you?”
Fields reaches for her adversary’s wrist, but the extended hand of Dawson flashes toward the brunette, wrapping around Chole’s wrist. The Blackheart yanks Fields forward and past her, Chloe stumbling, her throat landing across the middle cable. ‘Berry bounces away from the awful impact, grasping at her reddening neck and gasping for breath, big dark doe eyes bulging as she tries to find air.
A wearily snickering Charlie points at a temple, indicating to the world how smart she is.
“Like I want to work with someone as brain-dead as you!” she shouts, while using the strands to pull up then lay a mudhole-stomping set of boot soles to any tawny-skinned part of the Pink Tornado she can find open for business.
Having trampled Chloe into compliance, Charlie snatches a handful of ponytail and a wrist and hauls Fields to her feet. She whips Strawberry to the far ropes, or tries to, instead the stalwart Upstart, reverses and sends Charlie racing to the rubber-coated strands, Dawson rebounding toward a stationed Fields mid-ring.
‘Berry plucks Charlie off the canvas but loses control of her slippery foe. Dawson’s alabaster stems wrap around Chloe’s noggin and flip Fields to the deck with a Tilt-A-Whirl Head Scissors.
Tilt-A-Whirl Head Scissors ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=VJ2lT9pICNM )
The Pink Tornado is quick to her feet however, using the momentum to spring back up, but a scrambling Blackheart’s beat her to vertical and is ready with a toe kick to the tummy that guts Fields, leaving the doubled Chloe vulnerable.
Charlie grabs her foe by the scruff of the neck and turns her toward the nearby buckles, running her in and SLAMMING Chloe’s forehead into the top a half-dozen times. After, on spaghetti legs, Fields is shoved out of the corner and Dawson takes to it, hopping to the middle ropes.
With the dimpled grappler pointed in her direction, Charlie leaps toward her opponent, spinning to a scissors of her foe’s waist. Reflexively, Chloe lifts for a devastating deposit but at the highest height of the lift, the Desert Darling turned Diva reaches into her bag of tricks. Reaching over a shoulder, she tugs Fields to the mat with her, NAILING the Upstart with a game-changing Land of Enchantment.
Land of Enchantment ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=kxql_jmjha0 )
Dawson crawls to the splattered Chloe, dropping her sweat-soaked frame across ‘Berry for the…
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THRNOOO!
Fields throws a shoulder up in the nick of time, pushing Charlie up to her haunches where she stares in disbelief at Castle.
“Are you under the spell of this ditz?”
Nick doesn’t grace the question with a verbal reply, instead holding two fingers aloft.
“That’s what I thought. Guess I’ll have to make things more…emphatic.”
With Chloe starting to rise on her own, Dawson grabs her foe’s near arm and ‘helps’ her the rest of the way. Using the limb as a handle, Charlie pirouettes with the wing in her possession and hops tight to Chloe’s chest, securing a guillotine choke around the throat of the Pink Tornado.
Guillotine Choke ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=R0kX0bUvXwY ) :22
Fields lowers into a crouch to keep her feet underneath her, but the snarling Charlie hangs on, savagely twisting ‘Berry’s neck while slowing her air and blood supplies.
The worried crowd starts a “PLEASE…DON’T…TAP” chant and they might as well have added a please don’t lose you feet, for if Fields tumbled over, the choke would almost certainly end her night.
Instead, Chloe has the wherewithal to straighten out of her slump. She tries to power into a suplex, but the reserves aren’t there. Still, she manages to waddle to the ropes and throw both her and her foe into them.
Castle calls for the break. A furious Blackheart holds on for four more before finally untwining herself from the red-faced Upstart.
Dawson pulls a pliant Fields into a corner and aims Chloe to the opposite, flinging ‘Berry there with an Irish Whip. But the surprising Chloe doesn’t spin into a collision. The former Cirque du Soleil star races up the buckles, turning at the top to leap toward the charging Charlie behind her.
Unfortunately for the Upstart’s supporters, Chloe’s condition leaves her slowed and Dawson arrives before her foe can get in prime jumping position. Instead, the Blackheart pops to a stance on the middle ropes facing her adversary. The raven-haired wrestler quickly pops to the top joining her rising foe. Charlie “guides” Chloe back to the canvas in devastating fashion with her signature East Mountains Facebuster.
East Mountains Facebuster ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=XQ1mGAZoTCo )
The ring rattles and the FAWNatics groan as Dawson PLANTS Chloe’s babyface into the canvas-covered floorboards, the slender Fields bouncing then flopping to her back, out cold from the violent brunt of the blow.
Having taken a considerable shock to the base of her spine on the landing, the former Sweetheart is slow to capitalize. Sluggishly, Charlie regains her ability to slither along the canvas, finally dropping a leaden arm across the chest of the fallen Strawberry for the…
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THRENOOO!
Chloe’s unable to lift a shoulder but manages to shove Dawson’s draping wing off, saving herself from the pinfall. The women lie next to each other, staring into the rafters, drained and dazed. It’s the Blackheart who stirs first, incredibly kipping to her feet to jealous jeers from the crowd.
Charlie flashes double middle fingers to the hateful FAWNatics before pounding a half-dozen stomps to ‘Berry’s tanned and toned midriff. With Chloe pacified and pouting, Charlie strides to the nearest corner. She climbs to the middle ropes, takes a quick peek and, satisfied, heads to the top.
Looking out on the masses, the former Sweetheart leaps into a backflip, spinning through the acrobatic moonsault BUT just as Fields is rolling clear. Somehow, Charlie adjusts in mid-air and sticks a landing on her boot soles only to proceed directly to a standing version of the sault, bouncing up and over and NAILING a crossbody splash across the bruised belly of the Upstart.
Moonsault to Standing Moonsault ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=I30VnZq2L74 )
The assembled can hardly believe their eyes as Charlie rolls Chloe into a cradle while settling next to the vanquished Strawberry for the…
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THRENOOO!
Fields kicks out with Castle’s palm a few inches from the canvas for a third time, the spasmodic jerk leaving Chloe in a seated position, her lights on, but on the dimmed setting.
A risen and frustrated Dawson gets in Nick’s grill, complaining bitterly at the favoritism provided the fan’s chosen one, but Castle, two fingers raised, insists he’s playing the match right down the middle.
Unconvinced, a livid Charlie plants a soccer kick into the base of Chole’s vertebrae, drawing a chirpy yelp of pain and an arch of agony from the dimpled grappler. The Blackheart races to the ropes in front of Fields and brings a similar kick, this one aimed at Chloe’s modest chest. ‘Berry drops to the canvas and the swing of Dawson’s stem sails over the horizontal brunette.
Chloe sweeps a leg through Charlie’s planted lower limb behind her foe’s ankle, dropping the startled Dawson to the canvas, next to her foe. The glistening combatants instantly tap deep into their reserves and scramble to their knees, nose to nose with the other.
Each raises a forearm and delivers shivers to the other, the grapplers taking turns THUMPING alternating smashes into unprotected jaws, heads and hair sent swishing away from nasty impacts until Charlie turns to more nefarious means, jabbing her right index and middle fingers into the dark, doe eyes of the Upstart. Fields screeches in pain. She pushes to her feet, rubbing furiously at her eyes, staggering sightless until she reaches a set of ropes.
Swinging blindly in front of her, ‘Berry hopes to keep the pursuing Dawson at arm’s reach until she can see. Fields manages for a few swipes before Charlie times a toe kick to the tummy that halts ‘Berry’s defense. Doubled at the waist, Chloe’s lowered head is tugged into a front facelock from the raven-haired Blackheart before Dawson spins to the deck, laying out and DRIVING Chloe into the canvas with a Spinning Neckbreaker.
Spinning Neckbreaker ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=oKL7BRWlZYg&t=25s ) :28
Fields is left in a lifeless spreadeagle, but Charlie’s leaving nothing to chance, passing on a pin to move to the nearest corner. Dawson skips up the buckles with the greatest of ease, the crowd grumbling at the thought of what’s to come for the softly stirring Upstart, namely the deadly disaster that is the Charlie Cutter.
Dawson reaches her penthouse perch, standing on the top as Chloe slowly reaches her feet and unsteadily tries to find her foe, finally turning in the direction of a poised Dawson who launches for the grand finale.
Charlie Cutter ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=P53Lflg9OC0 ).
But as the Blackheart leaps from on high, a spinning head-first missile, Charlie reaching for Chloe’s noggin to end her night, Fields’ peripheral vision recovers enough for her to see a flash of movement. Fields throws her body out of the line of fire, leaving Dawson to crash and burn, SPIKING her tailbone into the canvas-covered floorboards.
Charlie, her face twisted in agony, palms slipping beneath her ass to press against her bruised booty, bounces around the ring, trying to get off her blasted backside but only hurting it more when she lands after each successive bound. Finally, she ends on her back, open hands plastered to her throbbing glutes, Fields watching with the relief of a woman who’s escaped Death Row.
It’s the Pink Tornado’s turn to head to the upper atmosphere. She effortlessly scales the corner and stands on top, raising her hands high and wide, drawing a roar from the crowd. The stubborn Dawson rises from her butt-blasting landing and EATS a missile dropkick to the jaw that sends Charlie back-somersaulting from the disastrous collision.
Missile Dropkick ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=norWiNubAKg ) :16
Chloe’s kip to her feet is met with a much higher level of satisfaction from the FAWNatics.
When she returns her attention to Dawson from giving her devoted Berry Bunch a hand, she finds the relentless Charlie pushing to all fours. Hesitating until Dawson reaches a genuflecting placement, Chloe surges toward her adversary. She uses the raised knee as a pedestal from which to deliver a Gandalf-sized Shining Wizard that leaves the Blackheart stopped, unconscious in a starfish after the kick to her left temple.
Shining Wizard ( www.youtube.com/shorts/Wj-P1mR_bNY ).
Chloe collects both legs and presses them into a matchbook pin, Charlie’s slender, ivory-skinned legs bracketing her snoozing countenance, Fields sitting atop Dawson’s upturned calves for the…
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THRENOOO!
The Blackheart is still beating, Charlie unfolding from beneath Chloe enough to swing a shoulder off the mat with the final slap inches away. Dawson flops to her side with Chloe on her haunches next to the former tag champion, a look of disbelief on her dimpled features.
Fields wraps her palms around Dawson’s ankles and pulls her foe into the landing zone of the nearest corner. With a groaning Charlie splayed, the Upstart aerialist hustles to the buckles and springs up. Turning to face her target, ‘Berry dips into a crouch and leaps into the void above central Florida. The ponytailed brunette tucks tight and, instead of getting froggy, Chloe keeps her lithe frame gathered in a sphere as she drops to earth.
There, she blows up the Blackheart with her Strawberry Cannonball, ‘Berry’s tucked knees exploding into the open ivory tummy of the former Sweetheart, Charlie skewered and crushed simultaneously by Fields’ superior ordinance.
But Berry doesn’t cover, instead bouncing off her foe, popping up to vertical. Dipping, she tugs Dawson by a wing to a drunken wobble, Charlie a hot mess but remaining upright.
“Say goodnight, Chuck,” Chloe giggles.
Fields turns and races to the ropes then rebounds toward a rubbery Desert Diva. The ragged Charlie tries a limp attempt at a clothesline but ‘Berry uses the proffered limb to her advantage. She grabs the arm as she spins around behind, leaping to a momentary crucifix across Dawson’s back, only to slide to an overturned scissors of Charlie’s noggin.
Chloe finishes her Fields’ Day in spectacular fashion, RIPPING the Blackheart off her feet and PLOWING the crown of her foe’s skull into the canvas with the catastrophic collision.
Fields’ Day ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=1FOZFZboqdY )
The sheer, violent force draws a sympathetic ‘oooh’ from the crowd even as Dawson’s rocked into next month by the ruinous closer before the crowd roars to its feet.
Charlie ends spreadeagled and unconscious, her fate a forgone conclusion. Chloe drops across the gobsmacked Dawson in a lateral press, hooking the far leg for show, Charlie snoozing through the…
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THREEE!
Showing off what must be her fourth wind, Fields scrambles to her feet, pumping a raised first at the crowd. The FAWNatics return the love in even greater measure, Fields breaking through against one of the hotter flyweights in the biz.
Nick grabs the raised wrist and lifts it higher as the ring announcer makes it official.
“Your winner…by pinfall…Chloe…Strawberry…Fields!”
The Upstart bounces about the ring jubilant, dancing around the comatose Blackheart with the kind of win that could gets tongues wagging enough to put her back in the lightweight title race and, considering the same person held the World Title?
Well…ya never know!
On the other side of the curtain, the FAWNatics unleash their considerable ire when Taylor Swift’s ‘Style’ emerges from the speakers. The masses are instantly aware the woman who turned her back on them and everything she stood for prior to her traitorous turn against Skylar is on her way.
(https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-CmadmM5cOk )
A moment later, a spotlight shines on the raven-haired wrestler, dark hair contrasting dramatically with her perfectly pale skin, but complementing her resentful attitude. The stunning, dimpled Blackheart angrily shouts at the assembled, the crowd testing their lungs in response, a remarkable decibel level reached by the fuming audience.
CHARLIE DAWSON
The gorgeous grappler offers a double middle-finger salute toward the earsplitting crowdgasm of hatred.
Playfully, she cups a hand to her ear as she moves to center stage, acting as if she can’t hear the people who once adored her.
A smirking Charlie heads for the ring, Dawson psyching out a few simpletons who swing and miss on her offered palm when she pulls it away, the Blackheart giggling at the stupidity of the dimwits who still see her as the former America’s Sweetheart.
Reaching the squared circle, the former Darling of the Desert slides under the bottom rope, springs to her feet and unzips her hoodie, now blood red instead of her formerly customary pink. Dawson 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.
Charlie takes a familiar lap around the ring, but now castigating the denizens of the front rows instead of connecting. Tay-Tay’s voice lowers below the boos and the announcer.
“Our next match is scheduled for one fall with a 20-minute time limit. First. Standing 5 feet 2 inches tall and weighing in at 112 pounds, from Spokane, Washington via Albuquerque, New Mexico...America’s Blackheart…Charlie Dawson!”
”Quit with the grabby, Nick,” Dawson complains. “You know I’d never take advantage of my good buddy Chloe.”
Castle backs away to mid-ring, rolling his eyes out of sight of Dawson. Together, Charlie and the ref’s attention turn to the upper stage and her former friend now foe.
With Dawson laying the insults on her former supporters, the sound of Avril Lavigne’s ‘What the Hell’ ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=tQmEd_UeeIk&feature=player_embedded ) signals the arrival of another dimpled cutie, but one whose loyal fan following continues to have few rivals.
Despite her relegation to FAWN Dark showcases, the crowd remain steadfastly behind their striking Upstart. Fields strides from stage left, mostly ignoring the infectious pop beat, the crowd craning their necks toward the stage to gather an eyeful of the formerlyly bubbly brunette.
The grappler set to end Charlie’s momentum is a tawny wisp of a woman; all big dark doe eyes, darkened mane and cherubic girlish features. Chloe paces from one side of the stage to the other. Far from her days of accompanying her fluffy, pink teddy bear Straw Beary, this chick is ready for a rumble.
CHLOE FIELDS
The diminutive Upstart skips her previous joyful gyrations, though she offers a few familiar pumped fists to the crowd in time with Avril’s accompaniment.
As she heads down the aisle, a slight grin and occasional slapped hand encourages the love from her very own Upstart Army. And it only grows when the ring announcer tries to match the FAWNatics’ enthusiasm for her arrival.
“And her opponent. From Boca Raton, Florida…standing 5 feet 2 inches and weighing in at 109 pounds…CHLOE…STRAWBERRY…FIELDS.”
If she’s left her carefree attitude behind, Fields remains dressed in a pink and black ruffled two piece with mini-skirt bottoms. Pink boots and pads sealing the deal. It’s attire that certainly meets with mass approval as it has so many times before.
As Strawberry reaches the ring, she takes a lap, making acquaintance with a few front row ticket purchasers. However, most of her attention remains on her opponent, her dark pools focused like lasers on a woman who’s surpassed her in the eyes of the bookers.
A victory tonight would not only mean adding a much needed ‘W’ on her Pay-Per-View scoresheet, but climbing the ladder back to level with the Blackheart.
Chloe reaches the steps and slowly saunters up, her music fading as she proceeds halfway down the length of the ring and slips through the ropes.
Fields moves to the nearest corner and climbs to the middle strands, looking out on the assembled throng, giving the fans applause they quickly return. A familiar “CHLO-EEE” chant ripples through the crowd as Strawberry’s attention turns toward the shaking head of an unimpressed Charlie.
Chloe leaps off the cables, spinning in a 180, landing nimbly in a crouch just as the bell rings to bring this match to order.
Immediately, Dawson races at her target, right arm drawn wide to remove Fields’ head from her shoulders. However, Chloe is ready enough to duck under. The petite grapplers spin to face each other after Charlie’s swing-and-miss, but Strawberry brings a surprise with her, pirouetting into a perfect spinning heel kick. The dark-haired Charlie is levelled as boot meets chin.
Spinning Heel Kick ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=9TvvS_y4oos )
A splayed Dawson stares blankly at the rafters at the feet of the beaming Fields, Chloe realizing she has a golden opportunity moments into the match. Standing beside her foe, the dimpled fighter leaps into a forward flip, landing a Standing Shooting Star Press that sends taut tummies slapping together, the Blackheart’s crushed under the momentum of that from Strawberry.
Standing Shooting Star Press ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=3PptHZhnHWg ) :40
The former redhead, now brunette, hooks a leg as part of her lateral press and holds on for…
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Dawson shoves a shoulder up, grimacing as one arm swaddles her rigid but roiling abdomen.
“You think I’m a chump?” Charlie groans as the one-time America’s Sweetheart rolls to her chest and tries to create space by crawling away.
“I think I’m ready to earn more than grins from these fans,” Chloe responds, pushing to her feet. “They might give me that, but it’s going to be a whole lot more.”
Fields snatches the scruff of Charlie’s neck and pulls the wincing Blackheart to vertical. She spins with her foe, heaving Dawson to the far ropes, the Blackheart sent scampering across the canvas. Charlie hits the cables and rebounds toward her adversary, Chloe planting center stage, ready for Dawson’s return.
The Pink Tornado takes to the air as her opponent nears and delivers a crisp single-leg dropkick to Charlie’s chin. The Blackheart is laid out, legs flying out in front of her as her noggin is brought to a complete, violent stop by the textbook boot to the tip of Dawson’s jaw.
A reclining Charlie blinks a few of her marbles back into place while massaging her mandible. Meanwhile, Fields kips to her feet to a roar from the FAWNatics. She starts the assembled in a rhythmic clap then motions the dazed Dawson to reach her feet.
A confused Charlie reflexively pushes to vertical, unsure of where the rampaging ‘Berry can be found. She slowly spins toward Fields with Chloe racing toward her at full speed. To her credit, Charlie reacts quickly, pivoting and scooping Fields off the canvas for a potential sidewalk slam. But Chloe has far too much momentum to constrain. She wheels out of Charlie’s control, spinning to a crucifix position across Dawson’s shoulders.
Scissoring the hated Dawson’s noggin at one end and tightly grasping Charlie’s near arm in a nasty straight-arm grip at the other, ‘Berry demands Dawson surrender.
Christo ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=Sfsk4CZtp4I )
The Blackheart screams in pain and defiance shuddering as she slowly backpedals to a corner, THUMPING Fields into the top buckle in a sandwiched position between Dawson and the corner.
With Chloe’s scissors and grip loosened, Charlie slips loose, leaving the one-time Cirque de Soleil star laid across the juncture of the uppermost ropes. With her foe as if on an altar, a vengeful Charlie turns with double axhandle formed by laced fingers and PLUNGES the hammerhead DEEP into Chloe’s solar plexus.
Strawberry groans in breathless pain, body jackknifing around the impact. A snarling Dawson grabs Chloe’s head in a front facelock and elongates Fields’ body from the top ropes on either side of the corner toward the middle. With the squirming Chloe literally left hanging, the devilish Dawson lays out, SPIKING Chloe’s cranium to canvas with a DDT from a dreadful height.
Fields bonelessly somersaults to her back, the crown of her skull being used like a lawn dart. She ends a twitching hot pink mess in a spreadeagle, her quick start very much a thing of the past.
Charlie spins from a seat to hands and knees, crawling to the wreckage, then laying in a relaxing back press atop the demolished ‘Berry, raising an arm and the fingers at the end of the limb in time with Castle’s count…
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Fields’ body spasms to life, lifting a shoulder off the canvas as she spills to her side, looking like she’s been half-woken from a bad nap.
As Chloe further flops to her chest to prevent another pinning attempt, a risen Dawson collects her foe’s left leg at the ankle and steps over, locking the lower limb of the babyfaced brunette when she drops to a knee. Instantly, the Blackheart slaps a crossface grip against the chin and jaw of her foe, yanking toward herself, pulling the vulnerable Chloe into a spine-stretching arc with a snappy STF.
STF ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=ToK9prRvtI0 )
It’s Charlie’s turn to demand a submission, Dawson louder in her requirement while at least as emphatic in her grip, torturing the neck and back of ‘Berry.
Nick drops to hands and knees in front of the grunting, frowning Chloe, asking if Fields wants to capitulate, but the persistent Strawberry mumbles in the negative, Castle leaping to his feet and making it clear the fight goes on.
A frustrated Charlie gives one final tug before transferring her grip to a two-hand tousle of Fields’ chocolate-colored ponytail. She buggywhips Chloe’s forehead to the canvas, ‘Berry’s braincase bouncing off the thinly-covered floorboards in disturbing fashion.
Kneeling in a straddle atop the back of Chloe’s slender waist, a grinning Dawson mockingly attempts to start a rhythmic clap of her own, beginning a rousing chant for “CHLO-EEE” instead.
Momentarily flustered, the former fan favorite screams at the crowd to shut their mouths and cheer for a true heroine. Unconvinced Charlie fits the bill, the FAWNatics vent with yet more volume, half chanting for ‘Berry and half booing their lungs out toward the Blackheart.
Charlie dismounts her adversary and sinks a set of anils into Chloe’s scalp, ripping the yipping Fields to her feet. Dawson turns the dimpled warrior to face her and swings a cupped open hand toward the cheek of the Upstart.
But instead of being bytch-slapped into next week, Chloe blocks with a raised left forearm and swats the taste from Charlie’s mouth with an open-hand head-turner. Dawson staggers away to cheers from the crowd, her cheek growing rosy as she flexes her jaw and shakes loose a few cobwebs.
Chloe pumps her fists as she closes the space between the grapplers. Coming from the Blackheart’s six, Fields leaps to the cables at Charlie’s side. Grabbing the top strand, the Pink Tornado spins out of her springboard and into a roundhouse kick that clocks the temple of her raven-haired adversary.
Springboard roundhouse kick ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=aFbcmW6XwJk )
Again, Dawson shows her tenacity, remaining on her feet if barely. She drunkenly stumbles away from the impact, throwing herself into a corner back-first, arms hooking around the uppermost cable on either side to keep herself upright.
Chloe‘s close behind, sprinting then leaping into a high knee that catches the chin of the slumping Blackheart, snapping Dawson’s head back with incredible force, yet the former tag champion continues to remain vertical, even with her pilot light extinguished.
Fields presses her alabaster-skinned foe in tight and twists to face away from Dawson. Reaching over her right shoulder, she snatches Charlie’s noggin in a ¾ facelock grip and snapmares the Blackheart to a rough seat on the canvas a few feet away.
Surging from her adversary’s six, the acrobatic Chloe leaps in a forward flip over Dawson’s right shoulder, grabbing Charlie’s cranium on the fly-by, then POUNDING the former Sweetheart’s face into the deck between her outstretched legs. Dawson’s upper half snaps back from the impact, leaving her in a dazed starfish while ‘Berry pops to her feet gracefully from her aerial somersault.
Hustling back to her floored foe, Fields passes on a pin, instead grabbing Charlie’s ankles and pulling the flaccid, raven-haired grappler to the perfect spot. The lithe and limber, ponytailed brunette vaults to the middle ropes of the nearest corner, then effortlessly pops to the top, spinning to face her forlorn target.
Chloe leaps into the stratosphere like few in FAWN can manage, folding her frame into a tight ball at its zenith before spreading wide to get froggy on the frazzled Dawson. She descends like a dimpled flying squirrel and CRUSHES Charlie under her splash, the impact bouncing Fields a foot into the air while destroying Dawson beneath, the Blackheart shuddering then falling still.
Ending on all fours above the bug-eyed Blackheart, it’s an easy drop across Charlie’s chest, the slender, sinewy Pink Tornado tight atop her foe in a crossbody pin for the win at…
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THRNOOO!
The Upstart’s fans groan in frustration at Dawson’s survival and Strawberry takes a quick glance at Castle who confirms his hand hasn’t connected with canvas for the final count.
It’s all Chloe needs to get back into action.
Fields grabs the reeling Dawson by a wrist and shoulder and tugs the rubbery Charlie to her feet. Pivoting, Chloe sends the Blackheart racing to the far corner at warp speed, Dawson turning and literally flying into the buckles, rocking the framework of the ring with the impact.
‘Berry charges after the shaken Charlie, leaping from several feet out and BURYING the raven-haired grappler under a mini pink avalanche, Chloe laying into her foe with an enveloping attack.
With Charlie on her last legs, Fields pushes her by and climbs to a seat on the top buckle, a dazed Dawson swaying a few feet in front of her. The Upstart leaps from her perch, latching onto Charlie’s shoulders while her knees press into Dawson’s shoulderblades, ‘Berry folding in a tuck and RIPPING Charlie off her feet to a backbreaking ending with her Strawberry Jam.
Strawberry Jam ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=bni0ISoO7UA )
Somehow, the little that’s left of Dawson convulses its way to the ropes and rolls under, plopping to the floor below, keeping Chloe from her victory, for the time being.
As Fields moves to the cables above the puddled Charlie, she beckons the Blackheart back in the ring. Slowly, a grimacing Dawson uses the apron’s edge to pull to a weary vertical. She gazes up at the feisty Upstart and pushes away, staggering around the outside until she reaches the side adjacent to the ramp. Waving off the ring’s tenants, a pained and disgusted Dawson turns and heads up the incline, having had enough of her Heartbroken adversary.
As the FAWNatics bury the Blackheart under boos for her cowardice in failing to continue a war she isn’t winning, Chloe slips through the ropes and drops to the arena floor. Racing after the departing Dawson, Chloe grabs Charlie by her long dark locks and spins the yelping Blackheart back toward the ring. Fields bum-rushes her caterwauling foe to the apron and heaves her in under the bottom rope to the enormous pleasure of the sellout crowd.
Fields rolls in behind, hopping to her feet and trailing after a retreating Dawson, Charlie butt-scooting away, a palm raised and pleading.
“We’ve got a similar story, you and I,” Charlie offers. “We should work together. We could clean up.”
A grinning Chloe closes the gap, her ponytail bushing through the air as she shakes her head.
“How could someone clean up if they lay down with someone as dirty as you?”
Fields reaches for her adversary’s wrist, but the extended hand of Dawson flashes toward the brunette, wrapping around Chole’s wrist. The Blackheart yanks Fields forward and past her, Chloe stumbling, her throat landing across the middle cable. ‘Berry bounces away from the awful impact, grasping at her reddening neck and gasping for breath, big dark doe eyes bulging as she tries to find air.
A wearily snickering Charlie points at a temple, indicating to the world how smart she is.
“Like I want to work with someone as brain-dead as you!” she shouts, while using the strands to pull up then lay a mudhole-stomping set of boot soles to any tawny-skinned part of the Pink Tornado she can find open for business.
Having trampled Chloe into compliance, Charlie snatches a handful of ponytail and a wrist and hauls Fields to her feet. She whips Strawberry to the far ropes, or tries to, instead the stalwart Upstart, reverses and sends Charlie racing to the rubber-coated strands, Dawson rebounding toward a stationed Fields mid-ring.
‘Berry plucks Charlie off the canvas but loses control of her slippery foe. Dawson’s alabaster stems wrap around Chloe’s noggin and flip Fields to the deck with a Tilt-A-Whirl Head Scissors.
Tilt-A-Whirl Head Scissors ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=VJ2lT9pICNM )
The Pink Tornado is quick to her feet however, using the momentum to spring back up, but a scrambling Blackheart’s beat her to vertical and is ready with a toe kick to the tummy that guts Fields, leaving the doubled Chloe vulnerable.
Charlie grabs her foe by the scruff of the neck and turns her toward the nearby buckles, running her in and SLAMMING Chloe’s forehead into the top a half-dozen times. After, on spaghetti legs, Fields is shoved out of the corner and Dawson takes to it, hopping to the middle ropes.
With the dimpled grappler pointed in her direction, Charlie leaps toward her opponent, spinning to a scissors of her foe’s waist. Reflexively, Chloe lifts for a devastating deposit but at the highest height of the lift, the Desert Darling turned Diva reaches into her bag of tricks. Reaching over a shoulder, she tugs Fields to the mat with her, NAILING the Upstart with a game-changing Land of Enchantment.
Land of Enchantment ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=kxql_jmjha0 )
Dawson crawls to the splattered Chloe, dropping her sweat-soaked frame across ‘Berry for the…
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THRNOOO!
Fields throws a shoulder up in the nick of time, pushing Charlie up to her haunches where she stares in disbelief at Castle.
“Are you under the spell of this ditz?”
Nick doesn’t grace the question with a verbal reply, instead holding two fingers aloft.
“That’s what I thought. Guess I’ll have to make things more…emphatic.”
With Chloe starting to rise on her own, Dawson grabs her foe’s near arm and ‘helps’ her the rest of the way. Using the limb as a handle, Charlie pirouettes with the wing in her possession and hops tight to Chloe’s chest, securing a guillotine choke around the throat of the Pink Tornado.
Guillotine Choke ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=R0kX0bUvXwY ) :22
Fields lowers into a crouch to keep her feet underneath her, but the snarling Charlie hangs on, savagely twisting ‘Berry’s neck while slowing her air and blood supplies.
The worried crowd starts a “PLEASE…DON’T…TAP” chant and they might as well have added a please don’t lose you feet, for if Fields tumbled over, the choke would almost certainly end her night.
Instead, Chloe has the wherewithal to straighten out of her slump. She tries to power into a suplex, but the reserves aren’t there. Still, she manages to waddle to the ropes and throw both her and her foe into them.
Castle calls for the break. A furious Blackheart holds on for four more before finally untwining herself from the red-faced Upstart.
Dawson pulls a pliant Fields into a corner and aims Chloe to the opposite, flinging ‘Berry there with an Irish Whip. But the surprising Chloe doesn’t spin into a collision. The former Cirque du Soleil star races up the buckles, turning at the top to leap toward the charging Charlie behind her.
Unfortunately for the Upstart’s supporters, Chloe’s condition leaves her slowed and Dawson arrives before her foe can get in prime jumping position. Instead, the Blackheart pops to a stance on the middle ropes facing her adversary. The raven-haired wrestler quickly pops to the top joining her rising foe. Charlie “guides” Chloe back to the canvas in devastating fashion with her signature East Mountains Facebuster.
East Mountains Facebuster ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=XQ1mGAZoTCo )
The ring rattles and the FAWNatics groan as Dawson PLANTS Chloe’s babyface into the canvas-covered floorboards, the slender Fields bouncing then flopping to her back, out cold from the violent brunt of the blow.
Having taken a considerable shock to the base of her spine on the landing, the former Sweetheart is slow to capitalize. Sluggishly, Charlie regains her ability to slither along the canvas, finally dropping a leaden arm across the chest of the fallen Strawberry for the…
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Chloe’s unable to lift a shoulder but manages to shove Dawson’s draping wing off, saving herself from the pinfall. The women lie next to each other, staring into the rafters, drained and dazed. It’s the Blackheart who stirs first, incredibly kipping to her feet to jealous jeers from the crowd.
Charlie flashes double middle fingers to the hateful FAWNatics before pounding a half-dozen stomps to ‘Berry’s tanned and toned midriff. With Chloe pacified and pouting, Charlie strides to the nearest corner. She climbs to the middle ropes, takes a quick peek and, satisfied, heads to the top.
Looking out on the masses, the former Sweetheart leaps into a backflip, spinning through the acrobatic moonsault BUT just as Fields is rolling clear. Somehow, Charlie adjusts in mid-air and sticks a landing on her boot soles only to proceed directly to a standing version of the sault, bouncing up and over and NAILING a crossbody splash across the bruised belly of the Upstart.
Moonsault to Standing Moonsault ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=I30VnZq2L74 )
The assembled can hardly believe their eyes as Charlie rolls Chloe into a cradle while settling next to the vanquished Strawberry for the…
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Fields kicks out with Castle’s palm a few inches from the canvas for a third time, the spasmodic jerk leaving Chloe in a seated position, her lights on, but on the dimmed setting.
A risen and frustrated Dawson gets in Nick’s grill, complaining bitterly at the favoritism provided the fan’s chosen one, but Castle, two fingers raised, insists he’s playing the match right down the middle.
Unconvinced, a livid Charlie plants a soccer kick into the base of Chole’s vertebrae, drawing a chirpy yelp of pain and an arch of agony from the dimpled grappler. The Blackheart races to the ropes in front of Fields and brings a similar kick, this one aimed at Chloe’s modest chest. ‘Berry drops to the canvas and the swing of Dawson’s stem sails over the horizontal brunette.
Chloe sweeps a leg through Charlie’s planted lower limb behind her foe’s ankle, dropping the startled Dawson to the canvas, next to her foe. The glistening combatants instantly tap deep into their reserves and scramble to their knees, nose to nose with the other.
Each raises a forearm and delivers shivers to the other, the grapplers taking turns THUMPING alternating smashes into unprotected jaws, heads and hair sent swishing away from nasty impacts until Charlie turns to more nefarious means, jabbing her right index and middle fingers into the dark, doe eyes of the Upstart. Fields screeches in pain. She pushes to her feet, rubbing furiously at her eyes, staggering sightless until she reaches a set of ropes.
Swinging blindly in front of her, ‘Berry hopes to keep the pursuing Dawson at arm’s reach until she can see. Fields manages for a few swipes before Charlie times a toe kick to the tummy that halts ‘Berry’s defense. Doubled at the waist, Chloe’s lowered head is tugged into a front facelock from the raven-haired Blackheart before Dawson spins to the deck, laying out and DRIVING Chloe into the canvas with a Spinning Neckbreaker.
Spinning Neckbreaker ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=oKL7BRWlZYg&t=25s ) :28
Fields is left in a lifeless spreadeagle, but Charlie’s leaving nothing to chance, passing on a pin to move to the nearest corner. Dawson skips up the buckles with the greatest of ease, the crowd grumbling at the thought of what’s to come for the softly stirring Upstart, namely the deadly disaster that is the Charlie Cutter.
Dawson reaches her penthouse perch, standing on the top as Chloe slowly reaches her feet and unsteadily tries to find her foe, finally turning in the direction of a poised Dawson who launches for the grand finale.
Charlie Cutter ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=P53Lflg9OC0 ).
But as the Blackheart leaps from on high, a spinning head-first missile, Charlie reaching for Chloe’s noggin to end her night, Fields’ peripheral vision recovers enough for her to see a flash of movement. Fields throws her body out of the line of fire, leaving Dawson to crash and burn, SPIKING her tailbone into the canvas-covered floorboards.
Charlie, her face twisted in agony, palms slipping beneath her ass to press against her bruised booty, bounces around the ring, trying to get off her blasted backside but only hurting it more when she lands after each successive bound. Finally, she ends on her back, open hands plastered to her throbbing glutes, Fields watching with the relief of a woman who’s escaped Death Row.
It’s the Pink Tornado’s turn to head to the upper atmosphere. She effortlessly scales the corner and stands on top, raising her hands high and wide, drawing a roar from the crowd. The stubborn Dawson rises from her butt-blasting landing and EATS a missile dropkick to the jaw that sends Charlie back-somersaulting from the disastrous collision.
Missile Dropkick ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=norWiNubAKg ) :16
Chloe’s kip to her feet is met with a much higher level of satisfaction from the FAWNatics.
When she returns her attention to Dawson from giving her devoted Berry Bunch a hand, she finds the relentless Charlie pushing to all fours. Hesitating until Dawson reaches a genuflecting placement, Chloe surges toward her adversary. She uses the raised knee as a pedestal from which to deliver a Gandalf-sized Shining Wizard that leaves the Blackheart stopped, unconscious in a starfish after the kick to her left temple.
Shining Wizard ( www.youtube.com/shorts/Wj-P1mR_bNY ).
Chloe collects both legs and presses them into a matchbook pin, Charlie’s slender, ivory-skinned legs bracketing her snoozing countenance, Fields sitting atop Dawson’s upturned calves for the…
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The Blackheart is still beating, Charlie unfolding from beneath Chloe enough to swing a shoulder off the mat with the final slap inches away. Dawson flops to her side with Chloe on her haunches next to the former tag champion, a look of disbelief on her dimpled features.
Fields wraps her palms around Dawson’s ankles and pulls her foe into the landing zone of the nearest corner. With a groaning Charlie splayed, the Upstart aerialist hustles to the buckles and springs up. Turning to face her target, ‘Berry dips into a crouch and leaps into the void above central Florida. The ponytailed brunette tucks tight and, instead of getting froggy, Chloe keeps her lithe frame gathered in a sphere as she drops to earth.
There, she blows up the Blackheart with her Strawberry Cannonball, ‘Berry’s tucked knees exploding into the open ivory tummy of the former Sweetheart, Charlie skewered and crushed simultaneously by Fields’ superior ordinance.
But Berry doesn’t cover, instead bouncing off her foe, popping up to vertical. Dipping, she tugs Dawson by a wing to a drunken wobble, Charlie a hot mess but remaining upright.
“Say goodnight, Chuck,” Chloe giggles.
Fields turns and races to the ropes then rebounds toward a rubbery Desert Diva. The ragged Charlie tries a limp attempt at a clothesline but ‘Berry uses the proffered limb to her advantage. She grabs the arm as she spins around behind, leaping to a momentary crucifix across Dawson’s back, only to slide to an overturned scissors of Charlie’s noggin.
Chloe finishes her Fields’ Day in spectacular fashion, RIPPING the Blackheart off her feet and PLOWING the crown of her foe’s skull into the canvas with the catastrophic collision.
Fields’ Day ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=1FOZFZboqdY )
The sheer, violent force draws a sympathetic ‘oooh’ from the crowd even as Dawson’s rocked into next month by the ruinous closer before the crowd roars to its feet.
Charlie ends spreadeagled and unconscious, her fate a forgone conclusion. Chloe drops across the gobsmacked Dawson in a lateral press, hooking the far leg for show, Charlie snoozing through the…
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THREEE!
Showing off what must be her fourth wind, Fields scrambles to her feet, pumping a raised first at the crowd. The FAWNatics return the love in even greater measure, Fields breaking through against one of the hotter flyweights in the biz.
Nick grabs the raised wrist and lifts it higher as the ring announcer makes it official.
“Your winner…by pinfall…Chloe…Strawberry…Fields!”
The Upstart bounces about the ring jubilant, dancing around the comatose Blackheart with the kind of win that could gets tongues wagging enough to put her back in the lightweight title race and, considering the same person held the World Title?
Well…ya never know!