Post by hawkeye on Sept 3, 2023 17:48:37 GMT
The ring announcer jolts the crowd back to attention, the FAWNatics surprised by a pronouncement before the arrival of the next two combatants.
“Our next match is an eliminator match. The winner will receive a contract to participate in a fight at FAWNAMANIA. The loser will receive absolutely nothing!”
The crowd is captivated by the stakes when a blaring clatter of police sirens fills the arena and is quickly joined and overwhelmed by an industrial dirge.
As Natalia Kills’ “Problem” pumps over the speakers (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5ZrZI6OmezE ), the corporate progeny of FAWN’s long-time commissioner strides onto the stage.
AVERY CHRISTIAN
It’s a transparent effort by Bethany Christian for the Baby Boss, to finagle her way into the biggest show of the year. The assembled aren’t happy.
Avery stands alone amidst the boos, no longer a protégé of one of the organization’s most infamous, Chrissy Daniel, and no longer a bestie of Braddock, Kat having cast her former Quakemate aside.
Even with her bad company no longer shoulder to shoulder, the crowd buries the busty brunette in a torrent of jeers. Avery returns the enmity with an eye roll and return insults between scowls.
Lacking her mother’s height and, frankly, singles’ success, the commissioner’s only child possesses Mom’s long, raven hair and curvaceous frame, the latter amplified by being compressed to five foot three inches, making each curve more pronounced.
A quick glance at Avery is enough to convince the crowd she’s built to make exquisite use of the front sleeper and her togs seems designed with that proficiency VERY much in mind.
Christian wears a white one piece with a neckline that doesn’t so much plunge as dive, stopping maybe an inch above Avery’s navel. Black straps rise over her shoulder and crisscross her back, with black trim surrounding the leg holes at the bottom of the garment. Her pads, wrist tape and boots are gold.
The fans’ disdain for Bethany’s daughter is untampered as she strids down the ramp and aisle, but it’s evident Avery cares little.
As Christian approaches the squared circle, the sassy swish of Avery’s hips alert the crowd the Baby Boss is very much a “dual threat”, her hindquarters looking every bit the menace her cleavage presents.
Ascending the steps, Avery stops for the referee to prop open the ropes. He sits on the middle, pushing up the top and Christian steps through, warning the man he should not have made her wait even for the single second she is delayed.
Moving to the ropes nearest the hard cam, Avery places one foot on the bottom strand, Christian the Younger rising and leaning over the top cable, giving the home audience a generous look at her bounty.
The Baby Boss mimes breaking her foe in two like a twig, Avery sneering before dropping back to the canvas and moving to center stage.
The ring announcer interrupts the festivities as Christian’s accompaniment lowers in volume.
“This eliminator match is scheduled for one fall with a time limit of 20 minutes. Hailing from Santa Monica California via Kyoto, Japan, she stands five feet three inches tall and weighs in at one hundred and twenty-five pounds… ladies and gentlemen, she is the heir to greatness…she is… AVERY CHRISTIAN!”
The throng lets loose with another exhibition of animosity Avery ignores. Instead, the Baby Boss loudly demands tonight’s adversary come and take her beating.
When the glorious, melodious and upbeat Sixpence None The Richer’s ‘There She Goes’ sweeps through the arena, the crowd roars to its feet, a special someone’s Corps leading the way.
( www.youtube.com/watch?v=tMfXeuv4kZE )
Wrestling’s favorite reclaimed Girl Scout pushes through the curtain, raising the decibels by double. It doesn’t take a FAWN historian to know this match might mean a last chance to see Sanders on the biggest card of the year and the crowd tests their vocal chords appropriately.
Moving to center stage, Kylie absorbs the FAWNatics’ adulation, smiling and waving, the sight of their redeemed Pleasant Valley Princess eliciting layers of love in the direction of the silvery-bobbed beauty.
KYLIE SANDERS
Drawing on echoes of her original gear, Sanders sports a simple yellow-gold sports bra topside with black boy-cut shorts, black boots and pads. As she heads down the ramp, Ky cups a hand to an ear, enjoying the chants of ‘KY-LEE’ that overwhelm her accompaniment.
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A beaming Sanders walks the aisle, happy to slap hands with her fans, gazing with delight at a poster proclaiming the Platinum Pixie to be worth more than gold.
Reaching the ring and climbing the steps, Ky takes a moment to gaze around the arena at the massive display of affection. Sanders salutes her supporters before slipping through the cables.
Moving to the middle, Ky applauds the sellout crowd before raising a microphone to her full, Cupid’s Arrow lips.
“Thank you so much.”
The Hawkeye waits for the din to die down.
“Mania is the ultimate goal of any year. I’m going to give you all I’ve got to get there and put on a show at the grandest stage of them all. Well, not counting this one,” Ky adds sheepishly before tossing the stick to the announcer.
The Hawkeye retreats to her assigned corner where she allows lead referee Nick Castle to begin his cursory check for foreign objects as her introduction commences.
“And her opponent…hailing from Pleasant Valley, Iowa; standing 5 feet 4 inches and weighing in at 115 pounds, the Platinum Pixie…KYLIE SANDERS!”
The house erupts in an encore of applause as Kylie nervously hops and stretches.
“Ready to get your ass kicked?” Avery shouts from across the ring.
“Always,” Sanders responds. “I hope you are too.”
As the bell tolls, Christian circles out of her corner, the Platinum Pixie doing likewise.
“Just be happy Mom keeps your raggedy ass around as a charity case,” Avery informs.
“At least she has a choice with me,” Sanders retorts. “She doesn’t with her dear darling daughOOOOF.”
Kylie’s interrupted as the buxom brunette feigns a collar-and-elbow and a mirroring Ky is gutted with a toe kick to the tummy.
Hazel eyes wide, Sanders doubles at the waist in front of the Baby Boss. Avery delivers a series of overhand sledges to the FAWN original’s back, pounding, pounding and pounding until Kylie takes a knee in front of the steaming Christian, back arched in pain.
Avery wraps Sanders’ lowered head in a front facelock and lays out, SPIKING Kylie’s face into the deck with a DDT.
DDT to kneeling opponent ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=2-3TZp3Urc4 )
Christian shoves a dazed Kylie to her back and climbs aboard her fellow lightweight in a lateral press, hooking the far leg for the most expeditious FAWN victory in years with the…
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…Sanders shoves out from under the fireplug brunette.
Avery takes a long look at Castle, shaking her head as she rises from the nearfall.
“You mess with me, I know someone who isn’t going to like it.”
Nick holds up two fingers.
“I know the drill, Miss Christian. The commissioner wants you to win your way to Mania. Not be given a free golden ticket.”
The face of the Baby Boss turns sour.
As Kylie fights her way to a knee, gathering her foe’s attention, Avery spins and RAMS a knee between the eyes of the Pleasant Valley Princess, sending Sanders sprawling.
“Guess it’s lucky she’s not good enough for you to save.”
Avery walks to the dazed Hawkeye, grabs her foe’s right wrist and buggywhips the limb, sending a pulse of pain through the arm. Christian uses the handle to tug a wincing Kylie to her feet and, in one fluid motion, sends Sanders sprinting across the canvas, Ky turning into a heavy, back-first collision with the buckles.
Rocked by the impact, the Iowan has barely a split-second before a charging Chrsitian takes to the air a few feet removed, planning to bury her under a potent, pocket-sized avalanche of adversary.
But the old hand hasn’t hung around for the length of FAWN’s existence without picking up a thing or two. Grabbing the rope to her left, she yanks herself clear of being a crash pad with no time to spare, leaving Avery to THUMP into the empty buckles.
The Baby Boss u-turns out of the impact, staggering toward center stage, when Kylie surges in from her foe’s left, snatches Avery’s skull in a side headlock and sits out, SLAMMING Christian’s noggin and chest to the deck with a snappy bulldog.
Avery absently flops to her back after the nasty connection with the thinly sheathed floorboards. Kylie collects both abbreviated stems and folds the brunette into a matchbook, laying her body perpendicular across Christian’s calves and hamstrings in a back press for the…
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The Baby Boss springs out from under Sanders, Ky sent popping to her boot leather from the thrust of the power-packed progeny of FAWN’s long-time leader.
The Platinum Pixie plucks Avery off the deck with a dual grip on her foe’s braincase. She tugs the lowered noggin into a front facelock and flips a loose arm of Christian behind her neck. Grabbing a handful of spandex on Avery’s hip, the PVP ‘hups’ her compact adversary off the canvas with a vertical suplex, Kylie showing her strength by stalling Avery’s fall to earth, the former Cali Quake’s soles pointed to the rafters.
Sanders pivots and allows gravity to take Christian’s stems back from whence they came, only to run into the top rope. Like a springboard, the rubber-coated steel recoils Avery up and over and back down in the opposite direction, Ky completing her slingshot suplex swimmingly.
Slingshot Suplex ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=oTe8twLEu14 )
Avery’s spine arches in pain as she rolls to her side, not wanting to suffer the indignity of another nearfall from the long-time veteran.
Ky scrambles to her feet and sends a soccer kick thumping into Avery’s ample chest, putting the busty brunette on her back. With her foe splayed, Kylie hops into the air above the Baby Boss and double STOMPS her foe’s generous rack. A snarling Sanders grinds her boots into the tender flesh to increase the pain etched in the face of Bethany’s only child.
The Hawkeye dismounts her stance atop Christian’s cannons, then throws her slender ivory gams in front of her, the Pixie’s ass plummeting into the breadbasket of the brunette. A great exhale bursts from Avery’s lips, her legs ascending reflexively from the pocket-sized butt bomb. Sanders snatches each limb, slipping the crook of her elbows into those of Christian’s knee. Leaning forward with another matchbook, this one stacked further on Avery’s shoulders than the last, the Baby Boss’ backside pointed to the lights above, Ky settles atop her foe for the…
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…Avery kicks loose with a second to spare, her legs freed, shoulders off the mat for a moment.
Count broken, Christian remains beneath the straddling Pixie until Avery lifts her legs once more, tempting Ky to grab them for another cradle. But the Baby Boss thrusts her pelvis forward and Kylie is rocked to her back, Sanders in an ‘L’ shape between the legs of Bethany’s offspring, lower limbs high.
A busy Castle drops again and slaps the canvas for the…
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…the long-ago Girl Scout slams her legs together, jarring Avery with an earringer to break loose from the surprise pinfall attempt. Suddenly, it’s a race to see who can clamber to verticality first.
Kylie manages, throwing a dipped shoulder at the plush, alabaster tummy of the Baby Boss. But Christian pivots and ushers Sanders past, Ky using the momentum to sprint to the ropes. The Platinum Pixie returns at full speed, lowering to spearing position, but Christian nimbly leapfrogs and the PVP is off to her second set of strands. Again, Ky u-turns out of the cables, charging her foe.
Avery’s a little slow on the spin and Kylie runs her through with a goring spear, a grunting Christian folding around the impaling shoulder. Lifted off her feet, Avery’s deposited with the Hawkeye’s perfect tackle, Ky PLANTING Christian heavily to the mat.
Passing on yet another pinfall attempt, Ky pushes up from all fours and scurries to the nearest set of buckles. Hoping to build on the perfect tackle, Sanders climbs to the top and turns to face a stirring Christian. Kylie motions the Baby Boss to her feet and Avery unknowingly obliges. As the brunette turns in her direction, Ky launches from her penthouse perch, legs leading the way…and she NAILS Avery with a picture-perfect Missile Dropkick.
Avery’s sent somersaulting then sliding, her lower half ending beneath and outside the ropes. As the Pixie crawls to collect a wrist and pull Christian to the middle, the second-generation superstar uses her palms to push out the rest of the way, her boot soles dropping to the floor.
Uncomfortable with the Corps leader’s electric start, Christian decides it’s time to take a stroll around the squared circle, fashioning her hands into a ‘time-out’ signal. An energetic Kylie, looking an energetic half her age, rolls out 90 degrees removed from the brunette.
Sanders races around the corner toward an unsuspecting Avery. Using the lower ring step as a platform, the Pixie leaps toward her foe with double axhandle raised but never gets to apply the joined fists.
Ready for Sanders’ descent, the Baby Boss pivots into a superkick catching Kylie under the jaw. Ky’s head snaps back violently. Her body going board straight, the Iowan timbers to the thinly-padded cement of FAWN Arena’s floor.
Kylie stares blankly at the rafters above, trying to blink some semblance of coherence back into her muddled mind. Christian hovers above, staring down with satisfaction.
“Chrissy was right. You are the world’s biggest putz.”
Avery dips and sinks her nails into the silvery bob covering Kylie’s scalp. The Baby Boss pulls Sanders up to her haunches, leans her foe back from the glittering steel ring steps and PLOWS Kylie’s forehead into the metal. The FAWNatics groan in unison from the ungodly CLUNK, Ky spilling to a puddle next to the stairs, one set of Avery’s fingers still clenched in Ky’s short, platinum mop.
“Get your ass back in there,” Avery demands, using her grip to help pull the near deadweight of Sanders to stooped feet, leaning her foe against the apron. With a heave of the ho, the Baby Boss sends Ky rolling in under the bottom rope and Christian slides in after with a tick to spare on Castle’s count.
Avery passes on the pin, instead heading to the top of the nearest buckles. She climbs carefully but quickly, reaching the pinnacle and turning to face her target, a waylaid Sanders still splayed, softly twitching. Vaulting off the top, Avery keeps it simple, remaining in a single file as she dives to a meaty THWACK of a splash, ‘X’ marking the spot as her abdomen crushes Kylie’s belly beneath.
Every bit of oxygen is forced from the demolished Pixie, Christian scoops both legs and rolls to a back press across Kylie’s chest for the…
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THRNOOO!
Ky shoves a shoulder up, nudging the dark-haired fireplug off the few inches necessary to save herself. Sanders rolls to a shoulder and hip next to a seated Christian. Avery shakes her head, staring a hole through Castle.
“You’re really pushing it, Nicky Boy.”
Avery spins on her ass to face her adversary. She rises to her haunches and shoves Sanders to her back. Lifting both hands high, she fashions her fingers into claws and DIGS them deep into Kylie’s abdomen. Flexing the digits, she chews into the Pixie’s tummy with dual claws that have Ky wincing and mewling in pain.
Sanders shoves at the closest wrist, trying to dislodge at least one set of talons, but Avery presses her weight into the gnawing fingers, the stilettoes sinking further into ivory flesh.
“A sad way to surrender,” Christian grunts as she increases the pressure in ‘eating’ Kylie’s abs. Castle descends to ask if Sanders wants to quit. She shakes her head and bucks under Avery’s effort.
“I’m not Braddock, bytch. You’ll have to do better,” the PVP responds, groaning.
Christian releases and slaps the taste out of Sanders’ mouth.
“Fine.”
Avery grabs a wrist and a shock of platinum scrub and tugs Sanders to her feet as she rises. Face to face with the aching Iowan, Avery pulls Ky’s captured arm behind her, exchanging the grip with her opposite hand, forcing the wing into a hammerlock astern Kylie’s body.
With the hold in place, Christian sweeps her free arm around Kylie’s waist and cinches tight, securing a bearhug on the slender Pixie. Showing the strength packed into her fireplug frame, the Baby Boss lifts Ky to tiptoes and squeezes the air from the faltering Hawkeye. The brunette adds a rattle of the FAWN original, slackening the groaning, gasping blonde.
After a dozen seconds, Avery returns the ragdolled Sanders to full placement on the canvas.
Christian switches her grip to a front facelock, throwing a limp arm of her foe over her shoulders then heaves Ky heavenward, halting the Pixie at high noon for a moment. Kylie manages to drop her feet back to the canvas as she tumbles over, short-circuiting the brunette’s plan for a suplex, but the Baby Boss audibles quickly and THUMPS Sanders to the canvas with a Neckbreaker.
Suplex Lift Neckbreaker ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=GtoU1lDSbfc )
Christian passes on a pin attempt, instead rising and shoveling Ky to her chest with a boot.
Avery moves to a forward standing straddle of the splayed Sanders and snatches both wrists of the Platinum Pixie. Lifting Kylie’s torso, Avery puts a boot sole between the blonde’s shoulderblades and CURBSTOMPS the Hawkeye’s face into the deck, prompting a guttural groan from the Corps.
Curbstomp ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=RqrRiqfgH38 )
Avery holds her arms high and wide over a demolished Ky, the boos raining down like a summer squall. She draws a thumb across her throat, signifying the end of Kylie’s chances in participating in this year’s Mania card.
Deciding to pile on instead of pin, Christian surrounds Ky’s noggin with a dual-hand grip and slowly maneuvers the semi-conscious Sanders to limp verticality. Shifting her hold to a dragon sleeper grip across Kylie’s throat, the Baby Boss leans Ky into a standing bridge, Avery cutting off the blood flow to Sanders’ already addled brain with her tight, carotid-compressing hold. But the busty brunette isn’t done. After Ky’s weakly flailing arms become leaden, Avery sits out, delivering the back of Kylie’s skull to the canvas with a reverse DDT.
A grinning Christian covers Ky’s carcass with a crossbody pin atop her foe’s chest for the academic…
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THRENOOO!
Leaving the crowd and Christian in a state of shock, Sanders digs deep into her foremost trait, survivability. The Hawkeye inches a shoulder off the canvas. It’s enough. Avery’s so gobsmacked, she forgets to blame Castle. The Baby Boss runs both sets of fingers through her long dark locks, flustered features prominent. Watching Sanders endure from afar is seemingly quite different from experiencing it after completing a perfect signature.
Slowly, Avery composes and controls the rubbery Kylie, guiding what’s left of the Pleasant Valley Princess to her feet.
“I can see why Mom keeps you. You have a flair for the dramatic. But I’m here to make a career correction, with a little brush of White Out.”
Christian grabs a wrist and pivots, flinging the loose-limbed Ky to the far buckles. Somehow, Sanders reaches the corner, twisting into a heavy back-first collision, rocking the slender frame of the FAWN OG.
With Kylie remaining on her feet, an arm limply draped over the rope on either side, the Baby Boss charges, ready to remove the rest of Ky’s fight with a splash, then end things with her infamous White Out, a front sleeper to cutter of the top buckle combination the Baby Boss used to ‘lay off’ various members of the FAWN roster.
The buxom if vertically-challenged brunette rumbles across the canvas and vaults toward her target, but Sanders throws her body clear of the impact mid-flight. A wide-eyed Avery PLOWS into the buckles at full speed. Dazed, Christian leans heavily into the corner, chest-first.
Ky hustles to her foe, the volume from the Corps rising. She cups her palms around Christian’s chin and hops, so the kneecaps of her folded legs are tight to Avery’s spine. Laying out, Kylie sends a shockwave through the Baby Boss and the crowd with a rattling Backstabber.
Backstabber ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=Z5fGWczK_q0 ) :05
The force of the blow sends a wincing Christian to a seated position where she slowly flops to her side, tide potentially turned.
It’s no sure thing as Kylie remains splayed, even with the success of the counter. She breathes heavily, staring at the rafters in recovery mode. Slowly, she rises to a seat and raises her right arm, weakly pumping a fist. It’s enough for the Kylie Corps to start a rhythmic clap that feeds the silvery-bobbed Energizer Bunny, Sanders’ recuperation accelerated. Ky’s on her feet, if unsteadily, as Christian rolls to hands and knees.
The Baby Boss gets her hair tousled by the Hawkeye, Kylie yanking Christian to her knees by her mane. She then batters the Baby Boss with a series of knees to the cleft of Avery’s generous bounty.
Pivoting, Sanders nails Avery with a side kick to the rear of her foe’s skull, sending Christian flopping to her chest. With the Baby Boss flattened, Ky drops across her foe in a reverse-facing straddle of her waist. Lifting an arm high, the Corps shouts on cue.
“FARM…HAND!”
Kylie sinks her renowned hammy clamp into the muscle just below the curve of Avery’s left gluteus. The Hawkeye delves her claw deep into the meat, expertly finding the nerve bundle in the spasming stem. Christian howls in pain, pulling at her own dark locks to spread the pain. The caterwauling only drives Ky to lean further into her delving digits, placing her left atop her ‘chewing’ right.
“Give up!” the PVP demands.
Castle adds his two cents after dropping to a kneel in front of the grimacing Christian.
“Now you do your job?” the Baby Boss complains, taking a swipe at his face but coming up short.
With the ropes a few feet removed, the buxom brunette digs her nails into the canvas and slowly pulls herself toward the saving strands. But as the former Cali Quake gets inches away, Sanders rises with Avery’s ankle in her possession and drags her writhing foe back to the middle before releasing.
However, before Kylie can return to her seat, Avery twists to her back, draws her right leg tight to her body and uses it as a piston against Ky’s derriere, sending Sanders lurching forward.
Kylie tumbles into the ropes, rebounds in a backpedal, and falls over Christian. Thinking quickly, Avery rolls the blonde into a small package for the…
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The Platinum Pixie breaks free.
Both women scramble to their feet, or at least Avery tries, the Farm Hand impeding her enough Kylie’s able to impale her rival with a toe kick to the midriff. Sanders follows with a European Uppercut that straightens the doubled Christian, Avery on her heels from the jaw-rattling impact.
Dipping, the Pixie slip her head between Christian’s thighs, wrapping her arms around the legs of her foe. Sanders lifts her fellow flyweight off the deck, Avery left draping down Kylie’s shoulders. Steadying herself, Ky grunts with effort as she throws the fireplug brunette forward, THUMPING the Baby Boss to the canvas with her Iowa Waterwheel.
Iowa Waterwheel ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=SevF_nbT4Lo ) :07
Christian cradles the back of her head, boot soles pattering against the canvas, but she has the awareness to the flip to her chest to prevent a lowering Sanders from going for a pin. Instead, Ky drops into a forward-facing crouch atop Christian’s lower spine. She slips her arms under and around those of the squirming brunette, nimbly securing a full nelson.
With the hold fastened, Sanders yanks Avery’s upper half toward her, torturing the backbone of the Baby Boss, curving it into an unnatural arc. Christian vainly tries to shake loose but to no avail, Kylie effectively showing off Avery’s gurls to the rows in front of her captured adversary.
Full Nelson Camel Clutch ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=yvJ8dAxbFW0 )
Ky leeeans back on the Clutch as if she’s trying to bring a game fish onto her boat off the Gulf Coast, Christian’s face eventually pointed toward the ceiling, her lower vertebrae surely screaming for her to give in. But when given the opportunity, Avery again refuses, spitting out a feral ‘no’.
Her limbs likely tiring, the Pixie takes the denial as a sign to release her nelson and back somersault off her foe, first rolling to a handstand before deftly dropping to her boot soles, drenched in sweat but looking as if she could do this all day.
As Avery struggles to hands and knees, behind her, Kylie motions for her opponent to reach her feet. When the Baby Boss does and turns to face Sanders, Ky deftly ducks and slips an arm between the unsteady legs of her foe. Ky ‘hups’ Christian across her shoulders with the crowd coming to their feet for the inevitable.
But with Avery in place for the drive to Pleasant Valley, she begins battering away with a series of elbow strikes to Kylie’s left temple, a wobbly Sanders succumbing, dropping Christian behind her.
Pirouetting, Avery decks Ky with a wicked Discus Forearm Smash, leaving Kylie’s glazed hazel peepers staring blankly at the lights above, her body in a wide spreadeagle.
Discus Forearm Smash ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=IzKJKG7P9WQ )
A huffing Christian takes a short lap of the ring to work out the remaining knots in her aching hammy courtesy Kylie’s earlier Farm Hand. When she returns to the Pixie, Kylie’s up to a seated position, though her eyes remain glassy.
The Baby Boss drops a butt bomb to Sanders’ lap and quickly snakes her powerful, abbreviated legs around Ky’s ribs, locking them at the ankles behind her foe.
Christian flexes the limbs, compressing the Pixie’s alabaster abs from the sides, Kylie groaning as her oxygen supply is cut by the increasing pressure from the scissors.
Avery then brings the big guns into play, nestling her chest close to Kylie’s elfin features. Looping her arms around the back of the Hawkeye’s head, she draws Ky’s face deep into her cleavage in a breathless front sleeper, the FAWNatics silenced as much as Sanders, whose muffled grunts are barely audible.
Kylie flails wildly, mouth and nose engulfed by Baby Boss bosom.
“Go to sleep, never-was,” Avery whispers in the Pixie’s ear.
And indeed, Kylie’s fight for survival slows as she remains in her fleshy facial prison. Her waggling arms lower and, for a moment, Sanders tries to pry her way free, but it’s a hopeless endeavor.
“Nighty-night, bytch,” Christian purrs, grin emerging as she might consider the possibility of revenge on Kat Braddock as her Mania match.
But as she enjoys the burbling tugs of Ky’s lips on her chest, Kylie looking for the least bit of air, Sanders manages to lean forward, forcing Avery off balance enough and off her foe’s lap enough for the Pixie to reach to a kneeling position.
With the Baby Boss insisting on maintaining her front sleeper, Kylie’s arms snake behind her adversary’s legs, elbows hooking around knees. The Pixie leans her breathless bodyweight atop the stacked Avery for the…
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THREEE!
Christian, having released her sleeper at two-and-a-half, can’t work her shoulders off the canvas within the remaining half-second, instead flopping out of the predicament at a tardy three-and-a-half.
Castle leaps to his feet, calling for the bell with Avery reaching vertical close behind.
“You’re out of your f’n mind!” Christian screams, the shouts of disbelief dwarfed by the roaring ovation from the Corps.
Kylie’s not in condition to fully enjoy the cheers or the announcement from the ring announcer.
“Your winner…by pinfall…the Platinum Pixie…Kylie Sanders!”
The greasy faced, heavily breathing Sanders reaches all fours, lifting her head to show a weary grin to her legion of fans.
“Mania, baby,” she wheezes, rising to her haunches and tiredly raising a limp arm in triumph.
With Castle having left what she sees as the scene of the crime, Christian turns her attention to Ky.
When Sanders ascends, the exasperated Avery springs into action, punting Kylie in the crotch when the Pixie turns in her direction. As the crowd rains boos on the Baby Boss, a whimpering, teary-eyed Ky’s hands delve deep between her slender ivory stems.
Avery pulls them free, underhooking each arm. The furious Christian vaults Kylie into air, suspending the Pixie with boot soles pointed to the rafters, then sitting out and DRILLING the crown of Kylie’s cranium into the thinly-sheathed floorboards with her Christian Cruncher.
Christian Cruncher ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=UA5MFH3eRUI ) :09
As Kylie spreads into an unconscious sprawl, Avery hops to her feet, shouting at the FAWNatics and proclaiming conspiracy theories all the way up the ramp, leaving attendants to clean up the mess that is the match victor and Mania contract winner.
“Our next match is an eliminator match. The winner will receive a contract to participate in a fight at FAWNAMANIA. The loser will receive absolutely nothing!”
The crowd is captivated by the stakes when a blaring clatter of police sirens fills the arena and is quickly joined and overwhelmed by an industrial dirge.
As Natalia Kills’ “Problem” pumps over the speakers (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5ZrZI6OmezE ), the corporate progeny of FAWN’s long-time commissioner strides onto the stage.
AVERY CHRISTIAN
It’s a transparent effort by Bethany Christian for the Baby Boss, to finagle her way into the biggest show of the year. The assembled aren’t happy.
Avery stands alone amidst the boos, no longer a protégé of one of the organization’s most infamous, Chrissy Daniel, and no longer a bestie of Braddock, Kat having cast her former Quakemate aside.
Even with her bad company no longer shoulder to shoulder, the crowd buries the busty brunette in a torrent of jeers. Avery returns the enmity with an eye roll and return insults between scowls.
Lacking her mother’s height and, frankly, singles’ success, the commissioner’s only child possesses Mom’s long, raven hair and curvaceous frame, the latter amplified by being compressed to five foot three inches, making each curve more pronounced.
A quick glance at Avery is enough to convince the crowd she’s built to make exquisite use of the front sleeper and her togs seems designed with that proficiency VERY much in mind.
Christian wears a white one piece with a neckline that doesn’t so much plunge as dive, stopping maybe an inch above Avery’s navel. Black straps rise over her shoulder and crisscross her back, with black trim surrounding the leg holes at the bottom of the garment. Her pads, wrist tape and boots are gold.
The fans’ disdain for Bethany’s daughter is untampered as she strids down the ramp and aisle, but it’s evident Avery cares little.
As Christian approaches the squared circle, the sassy swish of Avery’s hips alert the crowd the Baby Boss is very much a “dual threat”, her hindquarters looking every bit the menace her cleavage presents.
Ascending the steps, Avery stops for the referee to prop open the ropes. He sits on the middle, pushing up the top and Christian steps through, warning the man he should not have made her wait even for the single second she is delayed.
Moving to the ropes nearest the hard cam, Avery places one foot on the bottom strand, Christian the Younger rising and leaning over the top cable, giving the home audience a generous look at her bounty.
The Baby Boss mimes breaking her foe in two like a twig, Avery sneering before dropping back to the canvas and moving to center stage.
The ring announcer interrupts the festivities as Christian’s accompaniment lowers in volume.
“This eliminator match is scheduled for one fall with a time limit of 20 minutes. Hailing from Santa Monica California via Kyoto, Japan, she stands five feet three inches tall and weighs in at one hundred and twenty-five pounds… ladies and gentlemen, she is the heir to greatness…she is… AVERY CHRISTIAN!”
The throng lets loose with another exhibition of animosity Avery ignores. Instead, the Baby Boss loudly demands tonight’s adversary come and take her beating.
When the glorious, melodious and upbeat Sixpence None The Richer’s ‘There She Goes’ sweeps through the arena, the crowd roars to its feet, a special someone’s Corps leading the way.
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Wrestling’s favorite reclaimed Girl Scout pushes through the curtain, raising the decibels by double. It doesn’t take a FAWN historian to know this match might mean a last chance to see Sanders on the biggest card of the year and the crowd tests their vocal chords appropriately.
Moving to center stage, Kylie absorbs the FAWNatics’ adulation, smiling and waving, the sight of their redeemed Pleasant Valley Princess eliciting layers of love in the direction of the silvery-bobbed beauty.
KYLIE SANDERS
Drawing on echoes of her original gear, Sanders sports a simple yellow-gold sports bra topside with black boy-cut shorts, black boots and pads. As she heads down the ramp, Ky cups a hand to an ear, enjoying the chants of ‘KY-LEE’ that overwhelm her accompaniment.
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A beaming Sanders walks the aisle, happy to slap hands with her fans, gazing with delight at a poster proclaiming the Platinum Pixie to be worth more than gold.
Reaching the ring and climbing the steps, Ky takes a moment to gaze around the arena at the massive display of affection. Sanders salutes her supporters before slipping through the cables.
Moving to the middle, Ky applauds the sellout crowd before raising a microphone to her full, Cupid’s Arrow lips.
“Thank you so much.”
The Hawkeye waits for the din to die down.
“Mania is the ultimate goal of any year. I’m going to give you all I’ve got to get there and put on a show at the grandest stage of them all. Well, not counting this one,” Ky adds sheepishly before tossing the stick to the announcer.
The Hawkeye retreats to her assigned corner where she allows lead referee Nick Castle to begin his cursory check for foreign objects as her introduction commences.
“And her opponent…hailing from Pleasant Valley, Iowa; standing 5 feet 4 inches and weighing in at 115 pounds, the Platinum Pixie…KYLIE SANDERS!”
The house erupts in an encore of applause as Kylie nervously hops and stretches.
“Ready to get your ass kicked?” Avery shouts from across the ring.
“Always,” Sanders responds. “I hope you are too.”
As the bell tolls, Christian circles out of her corner, the Platinum Pixie doing likewise.
“Just be happy Mom keeps your raggedy ass around as a charity case,” Avery informs.
“At least she has a choice with me,” Sanders retorts. “She doesn’t with her dear darling daughOOOOF.”
Kylie’s interrupted as the buxom brunette feigns a collar-and-elbow and a mirroring Ky is gutted with a toe kick to the tummy.
Hazel eyes wide, Sanders doubles at the waist in front of the Baby Boss. Avery delivers a series of overhand sledges to the FAWN original’s back, pounding, pounding and pounding until Kylie takes a knee in front of the steaming Christian, back arched in pain.
Avery wraps Sanders’ lowered head in a front facelock and lays out, SPIKING Kylie’s face into the deck with a DDT.
DDT to kneeling opponent ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=2-3TZp3Urc4 )
Christian shoves a dazed Kylie to her back and climbs aboard her fellow lightweight in a lateral press, hooking the far leg for the most expeditious FAWN victory in years with the…
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…Sanders shoves out from under the fireplug brunette.
Avery takes a long look at Castle, shaking her head as she rises from the nearfall.
“You mess with me, I know someone who isn’t going to like it.”
Nick holds up two fingers.
“I know the drill, Miss Christian. The commissioner wants you to win your way to Mania. Not be given a free golden ticket.”
The face of the Baby Boss turns sour.
As Kylie fights her way to a knee, gathering her foe’s attention, Avery spins and RAMS a knee between the eyes of the Pleasant Valley Princess, sending Sanders sprawling.
“Guess it’s lucky she’s not good enough for you to save.”
Avery walks to the dazed Hawkeye, grabs her foe’s right wrist and buggywhips the limb, sending a pulse of pain through the arm. Christian uses the handle to tug a wincing Kylie to her feet and, in one fluid motion, sends Sanders sprinting across the canvas, Ky turning into a heavy, back-first collision with the buckles.
Rocked by the impact, the Iowan has barely a split-second before a charging Chrsitian takes to the air a few feet removed, planning to bury her under a potent, pocket-sized avalanche of adversary.
But the old hand hasn’t hung around for the length of FAWN’s existence without picking up a thing or two. Grabbing the rope to her left, she yanks herself clear of being a crash pad with no time to spare, leaving Avery to THUMP into the empty buckles.
The Baby Boss u-turns out of the impact, staggering toward center stage, when Kylie surges in from her foe’s left, snatches Avery’s skull in a side headlock and sits out, SLAMMING Christian’s noggin and chest to the deck with a snappy bulldog.
Avery absently flops to her back after the nasty connection with the thinly sheathed floorboards. Kylie collects both abbreviated stems and folds the brunette into a matchbook, laying her body perpendicular across Christian’s calves and hamstrings in a back press for the…
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The Baby Boss springs out from under Sanders, Ky sent popping to her boot leather from the thrust of the power-packed progeny of FAWN’s long-time leader.
The Platinum Pixie plucks Avery off the deck with a dual grip on her foe’s braincase. She tugs the lowered noggin into a front facelock and flips a loose arm of Christian behind her neck. Grabbing a handful of spandex on Avery’s hip, the PVP ‘hups’ her compact adversary off the canvas with a vertical suplex, Kylie showing her strength by stalling Avery’s fall to earth, the former Cali Quake’s soles pointed to the rafters.
Sanders pivots and allows gravity to take Christian’s stems back from whence they came, only to run into the top rope. Like a springboard, the rubber-coated steel recoils Avery up and over and back down in the opposite direction, Ky completing her slingshot suplex swimmingly.
Slingshot Suplex ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=oTe8twLEu14 )
Avery’s spine arches in pain as she rolls to her side, not wanting to suffer the indignity of another nearfall from the long-time veteran.
Ky scrambles to her feet and sends a soccer kick thumping into Avery’s ample chest, putting the busty brunette on her back. With her foe splayed, Kylie hops into the air above the Baby Boss and double STOMPS her foe’s generous rack. A snarling Sanders grinds her boots into the tender flesh to increase the pain etched in the face of Bethany’s only child.
The Hawkeye dismounts her stance atop Christian’s cannons, then throws her slender ivory gams in front of her, the Pixie’s ass plummeting into the breadbasket of the brunette. A great exhale bursts from Avery’s lips, her legs ascending reflexively from the pocket-sized butt bomb. Sanders snatches each limb, slipping the crook of her elbows into those of Christian’s knee. Leaning forward with another matchbook, this one stacked further on Avery’s shoulders than the last, the Baby Boss’ backside pointed to the lights above, Ky settles atop her foe for the…
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…Avery kicks loose with a second to spare, her legs freed, shoulders off the mat for a moment.
Count broken, Christian remains beneath the straddling Pixie until Avery lifts her legs once more, tempting Ky to grab them for another cradle. But the Baby Boss thrusts her pelvis forward and Kylie is rocked to her back, Sanders in an ‘L’ shape between the legs of Bethany’s offspring, lower limbs high.
A busy Castle drops again and slaps the canvas for the…
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…the long-ago Girl Scout slams her legs together, jarring Avery with an earringer to break loose from the surprise pinfall attempt. Suddenly, it’s a race to see who can clamber to verticality first.
Kylie manages, throwing a dipped shoulder at the plush, alabaster tummy of the Baby Boss. But Christian pivots and ushers Sanders past, Ky using the momentum to sprint to the ropes. The Platinum Pixie returns at full speed, lowering to spearing position, but Christian nimbly leapfrogs and the PVP is off to her second set of strands. Again, Ky u-turns out of the cables, charging her foe.
Avery’s a little slow on the spin and Kylie runs her through with a goring spear, a grunting Christian folding around the impaling shoulder. Lifted off her feet, Avery’s deposited with the Hawkeye’s perfect tackle, Ky PLANTING Christian heavily to the mat.
Passing on yet another pinfall attempt, Ky pushes up from all fours and scurries to the nearest set of buckles. Hoping to build on the perfect tackle, Sanders climbs to the top and turns to face a stirring Christian. Kylie motions the Baby Boss to her feet and Avery unknowingly obliges. As the brunette turns in her direction, Ky launches from her penthouse perch, legs leading the way…and she NAILS Avery with a picture-perfect Missile Dropkick.
Avery’s sent somersaulting then sliding, her lower half ending beneath and outside the ropes. As the Pixie crawls to collect a wrist and pull Christian to the middle, the second-generation superstar uses her palms to push out the rest of the way, her boot soles dropping to the floor.
Uncomfortable with the Corps leader’s electric start, Christian decides it’s time to take a stroll around the squared circle, fashioning her hands into a ‘time-out’ signal. An energetic Kylie, looking an energetic half her age, rolls out 90 degrees removed from the brunette.
Sanders races around the corner toward an unsuspecting Avery. Using the lower ring step as a platform, the Pixie leaps toward her foe with double axhandle raised but never gets to apply the joined fists.
Ready for Sanders’ descent, the Baby Boss pivots into a superkick catching Kylie under the jaw. Ky’s head snaps back violently. Her body going board straight, the Iowan timbers to the thinly-padded cement of FAWN Arena’s floor.
Kylie stares blankly at the rafters above, trying to blink some semblance of coherence back into her muddled mind. Christian hovers above, staring down with satisfaction.
“Chrissy was right. You are the world’s biggest putz.”
Avery dips and sinks her nails into the silvery bob covering Kylie’s scalp. The Baby Boss pulls Sanders up to her haunches, leans her foe back from the glittering steel ring steps and PLOWS Kylie’s forehead into the metal. The FAWNatics groan in unison from the ungodly CLUNK, Ky spilling to a puddle next to the stairs, one set of Avery’s fingers still clenched in Ky’s short, platinum mop.
“Get your ass back in there,” Avery demands, using her grip to help pull the near deadweight of Sanders to stooped feet, leaning her foe against the apron. With a heave of the ho, the Baby Boss sends Ky rolling in under the bottom rope and Christian slides in after with a tick to spare on Castle’s count.
Avery passes on the pin, instead heading to the top of the nearest buckles. She climbs carefully but quickly, reaching the pinnacle and turning to face her target, a waylaid Sanders still splayed, softly twitching. Vaulting off the top, Avery keeps it simple, remaining in a single file as she dives to a meaty THWACK of a splash, ‘X’ marking the spot as her abdomen crushes Kylie’s belly beneath.
Every bit of oxygen is forced from the demolished Pixie, Christian scoops both legs and rolls to a back press across Kylie’s chest for the…
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THRNOOO!
Ky shoves a shoulder up, nudging the dark-haired fireplug off the few inches necessary to save herself. Sanders rolls to a shoulder and hip next to a seated Christian. Avery shakes her head, staring a hole through Castle.
“You’re really pushing it, Nicky Boy.”
Avery spins on her ass to face her adversary. She rises to her haunches and shoves Sanders to her back. Lifting both hands high, she fashions her fingers into claws and DIGS them deep into Kylie’s abdomen. Flexing the digits, she chews into the Pixie’s tummy with dual claws that have Ky wincing and mewling in pain.
Sanders shoves at the closest wrist, trying to dislodge at least one set of talons, but Avery presses her weight into the gnawing fingers, the stilettoes sinking further into ivory flesh.
“A sad way to surrender,” Christian grunts as she increases the pressure in ‘eating’ Kylie’s abs. Castle descends to ask if Sanders wants to quit. She shakes her head and bucks under Avery’s effort.
“I’m not Braddock, bytch. You’ll have to do better,” the PVP responds, groaning.
Christian releases and slaps the taste out of Sanders’ mouth.
“Fine.”
Avery grabs a wrist and a shock of platinum scrub and tugs Sanders to her feet as she rises. Face to face with the aching Iowan, Avery pulls Ky’s captured arm behind her, exchanging the grip with her opposite hand, forcing the wing into a hammerlock astern Kylie’s body.
With the hold in place, Christian sweeps her free arm around Kylie’s waist and cinches tight, securing a bearhug on the slender Pixie. Showing the strength packed into her fireplug frame, the Baby Boss lifts Ky to tiptoes and squeezes the air from the faltering Hawkeye. The brunette adds a rattle of the FAWN original, slackening the groaning, gasping blonde.
After a dozen seconds, Avery returns the ragdolled Sanders to full placement on the canvas.
Christian switches her grip to a front facelock, throwing a limp arm of her foe over her shoulders then heaves Ky heavenward, halting the Pixie at high noon for a moment. Kylie manages to drop her feet back to the canvas as she tumbles over, short-circuiting the brunette’s plan for a suplex, but the Baby Boss audibles quickly and THUMPS Sanders to the canvas with a Neckbreaker.
Suplex Lift Neckbreaker ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=GtoU1lDSbfc )
Christian passes on a pin attempt, instead rising and shoveling Ky to her chest with a boot.
Avery moves to a forward standing straddle of the splayed Sanders and snatches both wrists of the Platinum Pixie. Lifting Kylie’s torso, Avery puts a boot sole between the blonde’s shoulderblades and CURBSTOMPS the Hawkeye’s face into the deck, prompting a guttural groan from the Corps.
Curbstomp ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=RqrRiqfgH38 )
Avery holds her arms high and wide over a demolished Ky, the boos raining down like a summer squall. She draws a thumb across her throat, signifying the end of Kylie’s chances in participating in this year’s Mania card.
Deciding to pile on instead of pin, Christian surrounds Ky’s noggin with a dual-hand grip and slowly maneuvers the semi-conscious Sanders to limp verticality. Shifting her hold to a dragon sleeper grip across Kylie’s throat, the Baby Boss leans Ky into a standing bridge, Avery cutting off the blood flow to Sanders’ already addled brain with her tight, carotid-compressing hold. But the busty brunette isn’t done. After Ky’s weakly flailing arms become leaden, Avery sits out, delivering the back of Kylie’s skull to the canvas with a reverse DDT.
A grinning Christian covers Ky’s carcass with a crossbody pin atop her foe’s chest for the academic…
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THRENOOO!
Leaving the crowd and Christian in a state of shock, Sanders digs deep into her foremost trait, survivability. The Hawkeye inches a shoulder off the canvas. It’s enough. Avery’s so gobsmacked, she forgets to blame Castle. The Baby Boss runs both sets of fingers through her long dark locks, flustered features prominent. Watching Sanders endure from afar is seemingly quite different from experiencing it after completing a perfect signature.
Slowly, Avery composes and controls the rubbery Kylie, guiding what’s left of the Pleasant Valley Princess to her feet.
“I can see why Mom keeps you. You have a flair for the dramatic. But I’m here to make a career correction, with a little brush of White Out.”
Christian grabs a wrist and pivots, flinging the loose-limbed Ky to the far buckles. Somehow, Sanders reaches the corner, twisting into a heavy back-first collision, rocking the slender frame of the FAWN OG.
With Kylie remaining on her feet, an arm limply draped over the rope on either side, the Baby Boss charges, ready to remove the rest of Ky’s fight with a splash, then end things with her infamous White Out, a front sleeper to cutter of the top buckle combination the Baby Boss used to ‘lay off’ various members of the FAWN roster.
The buxom if vertically-challenged brunette rumbles across the canvas and vaults toward her target, but Sanders throws her body clear of the impact mid-flight. A wide-eyed Avery PLOWS into the buckles at full speed. Dazed, Christian leans heavily into the corner, chest-first.
Ky hustles to her foe, the volume from the Corps rising. She cups her palms around Christian’s chin and hops, so the kneecaps of her folded legs are tight to Avery’s spine. Laying out, Kylie sends a shockwave through the Baby Boss and the crowd with a rattling Backstabber.
Backstabber ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=Z5fGWczK_q0 ) :05
The force of the blow sends a wincing Christian to a seated position where she slowly flops to her side, tide potentially turned.
It’s no sure thing as Kylie remains splayed, even with the success of the counter. She breathes heavily, staring at the rafters in recovery mode. Slowly, she rises to a seat and raises her right arm, weakly pumping a fist. It’s enough for the Kylie Corps to start a rhythmic clap that feeds the silvery-bobbed Energizer Bunny, Sanders’ recuperation accelerated. Ky’s on her feet, if unsteadily, as Christian rolls to hands and knees.
The Baby Boss gets her hair tousled by the Hawkeye, Kylie yanking Christian to her knees by her mane. She then batters the Baby Boss with a series of knees to the cleft of Avery’s generous bounty.
Pivoting, Sanders nails Avery with a side kick to the rear of her foe’s skull, sending Christian flopping to her chest. With the Baby Boss flattened, Ky drops across her foe in a reverse-facing straddle of her waist. Lifting an arm high, the Corps shouts on cue.
“FARM…HAND!”
Kylie sinks her renowned hammy clamp into the muscle just below the curve of Avery’s left gluteus. The Hawkeye delves her claw deep into the meat, expertly finding the nerve bundle in the spasming stem. Christian howls in pain, pulling at her own dark locks to spread the pain. The caterwauling only drives Ky to lean further into her delving digits, placing her left atop her ‘chewing’ right.
“Give up!” the PVP demands.
Castle adds his two cents after dropping to a kneel in front of the grimacing Christian.
“Now you do your job?” the Baby Boss complains, taking a swipe at his face but coming up short.
With the ropes a few feet removed, the buxom brunette digs her nails into the canvas and slowly pulls herself toward the saving strands. But as the former Cali Quake gets inches away, Sanders rises with Avery’s ankle in her possession and drags her writhing foe back to the middle before releasing.
However, before Kylie can return to her seat, Avery twists to her back, draws her right leg tight to her body and uses it as a piston against Ky’s derriere, sending Sanders lurching forward.
Kylie tumbles into the ropes, rebounds in a backpedal, and falls over Christian. Thinking quickly, Avery rolls the blonde into a small package for the…
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The Platinum Pixie breaks free.
Both women scramble to their feet, or at least Avery tries, the Farm Hand impeding her enough Kylie’s able to impale her rival with a toe kick to the midriff. Sanders follows with a European Uppercut that straightens the doubled Christian, Avery on her heels from the jaw-rattling impact.
Dipping, the Pixie slip her head between Christian’s thighs, wrapping her arms around the legs of her foe. Sanders lifts her fellow flyweight off the deck, Avery left draping down Kylie’s shoulders. Steadying herself, Ky grunts with effort as she throws the fireplug brunette forward, THUMPING the Baby Boss to the canvas with her Iowa Waterwheel.
Iowa Waterwheel ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=SevF_nbT4Lo ) :07
Christian cradles the back of her head, boot soles pattering against the canvas, but she has the awareness to the flip to her chest to prevent a lowering Sanders from going for a pin. Instead, Ky drops into a forward-facing crouch atop Christian’s lower spine. She slips her arms under and around those of the squirming brunette, nimbly securing a full nelson.
With the hold fastened, Sanders yanks Avery’s upper half toward her, torturing the backbone of the Baby Boss, curving it into an unnatural arc. Christian vainly tries to shake loose but to no avail, Kylie effectively showing off Avery’s gurls to the rows in front of her captured adversary.
Full Nelson Camel Clutch ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=yvJ8dAxbFW0 )
Ky leeeans back on the Clutch as if she’s trying to bring a game fish onto her boat off the Gulf Coast, Christian’s face eventually pointed toward the ceiling, her lower vertebrae surely screaming for her to give in. But when given the opportunity, Avery again refuses, spitting out a feral ‘no’.
Her limbs likely tiring, the Pixie takes the denial as a sign to release her nelson and back somersault off her foe, first rolling to a handstand before deftly dropping to her boot soles, drenched in sweat but looking as if she could do this all day.
As Avery struggles to hands and knees, behind her, Kylie motions for her opponent to reach her feet. When the Baby Boss does and turns to face Sanders, Ky deftly ducks and slips an arm between the unsteady legs of her foe. Ky ‘hups’ Christian across her shoulders with the crowd coming to their feet for the inevitable.
But with Avery in place for the drive to Pleasant Valley, she begins battering away with a series of elbow strikes to Kylie’s left temple, a wobbly Sanders succumbing, dropping Christian behind her.
Pirouetting, Avery decks Ky with a wicked Discus Forearm Smash, leaving Kylie’s glazed hazel peepers staring blankly at the lights above, her body in a wide spreadeagle.
Discus Forearm Smash ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=IzKJKG7P9WQ )
A huffing Christian takes a short lap of the ring to work out the remaining knots in her aching hammy courtesy Kylie’s earlier Farm Hand. When she returns to the Pixie, Kylie’s up to a seated position, though her eyes remain glassy.
The Baby Boss drops a butt bomb to Sanders’ lap and quickly snakes her powerful, abbreviated legs around Ky’s ribs, locking them at the ankles behind her foe.
Christian flexes the limbs, compressing the Pixie’s alabaster abs from the sides, Kylie groaning as her oxygen supply is cut by the increasing pressure from the scissors.
Avery then brings the big guns into play, nestling her chest close to Kylie’s elfin features. Looping her arms around the back of the Hawkeye’s head, she draws Ky’s face deep into her cleavage in a breathless front sleeper, the FAWNatics silenced as much as Sanders, whose muffled grunts are barely audible.
Kylie flails wildly, mouth and nose engulfed by Baby Boss bosom.
“Go to sleep, never-was,” Avery whispers in the Pixie’s ear.
And indeed, Kylie’s fight for survival slows as she remains in her fleshy facial prison. Her waggling arms lower and, for a moment, Sanders tries to pry her way free, but it’s a hopeless endeavor.
“Nighty-night, bytch,” Christian purrs, grin emerging as she might consider the possibility of revenge on Kat Braddock as her Mania match.
But as she enjoys the burbling tugs of Ky’s lips on her chest, Kylie looking for the least bit of air, Sanders manages to lean forward, forcing Avery off balance enough and off her foe’s lap enough for the Pixie to reach to a kneeling position.
With the Baby Boss insisting on maintaining her front sleeper, Kylie’s arms snake behind her adversary’s legs, elbows hooking around knees. The Pixie leans her breathless bodyweight atop the stacked Avery for the…
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Christian, having released her sleeper at two-and-a-half, can’t work her shoulders off the canvas within the remaining half-second, instead flopping out of the predicament at a tardy three-and-a-half.
Castle leaps to his feet, calling for the bell with Avery reaching vertical close behind.
“You’re out of your f’n mind!” Christian screams, the shouts of disbelief dwarfed by the roaring ovation from the Corps.
Kylie’s not in condition to fully enjoy the cheers or the announcement from the ring announcer.
“Your winner…by pinfall…the Platinum Pixie…Kylie Sanders!”
The greasy faced, heavily breathing Sanders reaches all fours, lifting her head to show a weary grin to her legion of fans.
“Mania, baby,” she wheezes, rising to her haunches and tiredly raising a limp arm in triumph.
With Castle having left what she sees as the scene of the crime, Christian turns her attention to Ky.
When Sanders ascends, the exasperated Avery springs into action, punting Kylie in the crotch when the Pixie turns in her direction. As the crowd rains boos on the Baby Boss, a whimpering, teary-eyed Ky’s hands delve deep between her slender ivory stems.
Avery pulls them free, underhooking each arm. The furious Christian vaults Kylie into air, suspending the Pixie with boot soles pointed to the rafters, then sitting out and DRILLING the crown of Kylie’s cranium into the thinly-sheathed floorboards with her Christian Cruncher.
Christian Cruncher ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=UA5MFH3eRUI ) :09
As Kylie spreads into an unconscious sprawl, Avery hops to her feet, shouting at the FAWNatics and proclaiming conspiracy theories all the way up the ramp, leaving attendants to clean up the mess that is the match victor and Mania contract winner.