Booty and the Cutie vs. The Dream Team (Costume Tag)

www.youtube.com/watch?v=TXma0EkrrYQ



The nerdcore rap serving as the entrance theme of The Superfan blares through the speakers and signals the Kylie Corps to stand at attention and cheer their lungs out!



Cassava wanted to play her idol’s classic song performed by Sixpence None the Richer, but the Platinum Pixie overrode her Number One fan’s wishes out of respect, insisting it was Cassava’s turn. The pair of fan-favourites jog out of the curtain charged up by the FAWNatics’ adulation and eager to get a win over an established team on Pay Per View. The normally contrasting, currently clashing duo are in their Halloween finest tonight, and take time to do a little prance and spin on the stage to show off the new duds. The veteran half of the team Kylie Sanders is dressing to her moniker of the Girl Scout, her wrestling boots have been switched with simple black flats with tailored soles for movement in the ring. A standard green beret atop her silvery bob and a white button-down shirt tucked into a green mini-skirt that while not of indecent length, still drew gazes to her silky thighs. Cassava has been peeping at them the whole night!



KYLIE SANDERS





Slightly flushed from the whistles and catcalls she’s inspiring Kylie yells over the din with her hands cupped around her mouth to the FAWNatics, “I’m all out of cookies so I’m giving out drives to Pleasant Valley!”



Her partner and if Cassava gets her way, future lover, has prepared a throwback to the early years of the Girl Scout’s best friend and actual tag partner, Cosette LeBlanc. Instead of The Superfan’s usual white sleeveless T and pink short shorts, she's rocking a skin-tight metallic red halter that shows off her cute belly button and matching boycut trunks made of a shinier material. Cassava even went for the boots and joint pads patterned after the France flag, but her blonde with pink highlights thinking too close a copy might weird Miss Sanders out. The subtleties of the Youtuber’s costume flies under the radar of those in those by the guardrail, they're far more preoccupied with Cassava seemingly keeping the gear tailored to Cosette's measurements. The top could contain Cosette’s French hills comfortably but it’s straining to hold back Onika's American mountains, and those bottoms were baring FAR more cheek than they normally do.



CASSAVA ONIKA





The unorthodox team parades to the ring, each taking a side of the ramp to slap as many hands as they can on the way down. Cassava’s taking her roleplay to the next level by speaking in French with an unexpectedly accurate accent.



“Bonjour mes amis!” “Ce soir ils seront détruits par mon postérieur!”



I hope Cozy’s not watching this, thinks Kylie side-eyeing Onika’s bouncing front as they amble down the Squared Circle. This might push her over the edge and make her call Portia’s plastic surgeon!



At the base of the ramp, Cassava skips ahead and bounds up the steel steps to sit on the middle strand, pushing up the top, making a gap for Sanders to step through. As she does, the former Vanilla Chill pats Cassava on the back, the slight touch from her obsession makes The Superfan break out in gooseflesh.



The pair meet the Dream Team at Center ring. The pre-match adrenaline tamping down any awkwardness with Lisa, Kylie gestures at her and Heather’s costumes, “You guys look great.”



LISA DREAM





HEATHER CROFTON





Heather grins and tips her 10-gallon hat and Lisa does a little salute, “Thanks, you two look adora-” Lisa glances at Onika’s pulse-racing outfit, “You look great too!”



Kylie sees the announcer take a different set of info cards out of his jacket and realizes their intro wasn’t said. She palms her forehead in resignation, “Oh no… it’s happening again…”



“From Pleasant Valley, Iowa… She stands five feet, two inches tall, and weighs in tonight at one hundred twenty-five pounds… She is the woman of 1,000 Hip attacks and the first, current, and only Buns of Mass Destruction Champion...this is Cassava Onika!!”



The BMD points finger guns at Heather and winks before pretending to holster them. Heather does a Client Eastwood-esque squint and hovers a hand over a holsterless hip.



When the announcer reads Kylie’s card Cassava closes her eyes in contentment and mouths the words silently.



“Her partner tonight; a Television champion. Lightweight champion. Two-time Tag team champion uncrowned in her first run due to interference by envious management. Intercontinental champion. Wwooorrrld Chaampioonnn!!!” The announcer really puts some jazz on the high point of Kylie’s or what would be any wrestler’s career. The woman in question is grinning at the adulation but kicks lightly at the canvas in embarrassment. She lowers and shakes her head. "I can’t believe she’s still doing this."



Crofton leans over to Dream, “Want me to write something up for you?”



Lisa politely but urgently waves that notion off, “No-no-no, but thanks for asking.”



The announcer continues, “She holds the FAWN record for most matches and wins. The top merchandise mover for multiple years. A FAWN Wrestler of the Year. Has been on the cover of Gladiatrix over 20 times. Has a Bachelor’s Degree from the University of Iowa. Has beaten Emily West more times than anyone else in history. She brushes three times a day...”



“She has a holiday named after her in Pleasant Valley. A future Hall of Famer. She upset the game board of The Black Court. The founder of Hot & Bothered. Her best friend is from Nnnnnice, France! A goddess of the harvest. The cream in your coffee. The Ace in the deck. The perfect medium between cute and sexy. A cold scoop of Vanilla on a hot day. The Platinum Pixie, Kylie Sanders!”



“Together they are… THE BOOTY and THE CUTIE!!”



At the obvious moniker for The BMD champion, Cassava turns away from the rival team and felicitously, arguably flirtatiously, bends down touching her toes and lightly wiggles her hips. Presenting the asset that earned her the moniker and two championships to Lisa Dream and Heather Crofton. Delighted, Heather laughs and applauds the big finish to the showy intro, only slightly intimidated by the glorious glutes that’s sat on many an opponent’s face in Cassava’s short career.



Lisa hears music. She takes in a sharp breath as her eyes focus on the thicc, undulating cheeks in front of her and nothing else as the greatest song in the world floods her brain. A complex orchestra. A symphony, playing heavenly music that could bring a tear to the eye. Bittersweet you might say…



“Lisa?”



“W-wha?” Lisa shakes herself out of a daze to see Heather looking at her quizzically, and Kylie suspiciously, with an eyebrow raised and a fist at the ready. Then Lisa realizes her hands are raised high above her head and spread wide, almost like she’s about to slap them down on something. A pinprick at the back of her mind tells the Dream old habits are resurfacing and she needs to get away fast, “I’mfinetoomuchcandy-Let’s wrestle!”



Lisa puts an arm around Crofton’s shoulder and escorts her to their home corner while the Iowans retreat to their own. Kylie glances back at Lisa, she didn’t like that look in the legend’s eye…



DINGDING!!



Too late to do anything about that now!



Heather deposits her Cowgirl hat on the steel steps and slinks through the ropes into the ring while Lisa remains outside with the tag rope in hand.



Kylie places her beret on top of the post and works her way onto the apron letting Cassava take the lead. The Superfan promises with a punch to the top buckle, “I’ll soften them up for you Miss Sanders!” and saunters away. Kylie’s gaze drops to her partner’s swinging back porch and feels glad she’s not on the receiving end this time.



Looks like the younger generation will be starting things off; Cassava and Heather stand across from each other at lunging distance in mirroring open stances, looking for any openings in the other’s game. Struggling to find an avenue of attack and really vibing with her choice outfit Heather notes with an exaggerated twang, “Looks like we’re in a Mexican Stand-Off.”



Cassava winces and looks around “Ohh you know we can’t say that anymore, right?”



Instantly ashamed Heather falters ‘ Ah-I’m sorry I didn’tAH!” Cassava slams into Miss Mustang with an Elbow and Collar tie up almost bowling her over. Heather secures her balance after ceding several steps, but Cassava converts to a tight side Headlock that buries half of Heather’s head against her breast.



“Got ya!” Cassava lowers to a near crouch forcing the Texan to double over as she pumps the hold, “I think that phrase is still alright, but you can just say standoff.”



Heather mumbles against Onika’s left jugg, “Good to know.” And puts her hands under The BMD’s thighs and starts to lift her for a Backdrop Suplex. Cassava feels her boots leave the ground, so she cinches the Headlock tighter and bicycles her legs out of the Texan’s grip to thump back onto terra firma. Heather squirms and pushes at Cassava’s midsection trying to bully out of the hold making them circle at center ring till Heather finds the right angle and shoves against Onika’s lower back, shooting the dyed blonde off her person to the ropes. Cassava puts some pep in her step as she heads to the cables and recoils off them to put Heather on her back with a Shoulder Thrust, the junior half of The Dream Team having tried to do the same with a Clothesline, but The Superfan has more weight and speed and knocks Heather horizontal.



The Texan hits the ring floor hard and needs a brief second to get her breath, Cassava poses above her with her hands behind her head and cocks a hip above Heather’s face and playfully taunts “Get used to this view, you’ll be seeing it all night.”



Heather reaches up and gives the glute a light swat that ripples the cheek meat “Don’t count on it!”



The BMD keeps the pose and sashays her hips like she’s asking for a second helping, “I certainly will!” Then takes off for the ropes on the Dreamy side of the ring.



Heather Kips up and sets after her like a fox on a rabbit. A step before Cassava needs to pivot to hit the ropes Heather drops to the mat and lies adjacent to trip up The Booty on the recoil. Cassava spins into the ropes; Lisa’s eyes laser focus on the middle cable pressing into her plush cheeks and hears another segment of the aria that erupted in her mind earlier.



Onika deftly bounds over Crofton’s Drop Toe Hold and continues running to the far set of ropes, Heather pops back up and follows until halfway across the canvas. Onika comes charging with another Shoulder Thrust that whiffs when the Yellow Rose pivots around The BMD and wraps her arms around Cassava’s middle. Heather digs her dulled spurs in and forces Cassava forward till her front bumpers bump into the top cable then leans into a back somersault dragging her curvy opponent her. When they stop rotating The Superfan finds herself matchbooked and staring up at Heather’s cute ass as she’s pinned with an O’Connor Roll!



ONE!



T-Cassava bucks hard enough to break Crofton’s balance and roll back onto her knees between the Texan’s gams while Crotfton shoots her palms breaking her fall. Both young ladies surge to their feet; Heather whirls to face Cassava and sees a Spin Kick scything toward her head!



Heather goes low letting the stem pass through the space previously occupied, the follow-through of the kick puts Cassava’s back to Heather and she takes advantage by sweeping the legs out from under The Superfan dropping Cassava onto her perfectly proportioned patootie.



Even with all that natural padding, the shock that travels up Cassava’s tailbone is enough to stun her long enough for Heather to catch her with a strong Roundhouse kick that puts shin to chin, Heather’s thrown to all fours with the momentum but she has The Superfan staring up at the house lights. The Lone Star Girl rises quick as a whip and launches into a picturesque Standing Moonsault that lands heavily on Cassava’s tummy.



youtu.be/RLpw65S-EJg?t=24



“Ooof!” Onika’s limbs spring up when Crofton’s more toned stomach collapses hers like Play-Doh then flops down noodle-like. The ref goes for a count but stops short seeing Heather rise off her flattened frenemy and pull Cassava up by the wrists.



“Come ‘re, filly.”



From the waiting position, Kylie claps and offers support, “You got this, Cass!”



Lisa offers her own to Heather not wanting to seem like the uncaring mentor, “You’re doing great, Heather!” The Yellow Rose looks over her shoulder to Lisa with a smile and nods signaling her partner to get ready for a tag while readying her aim. She releases one of Cassava’s wrists to double her grip on the other then- Cassava firms up and reverses the Irish Whip, sending Heather running to a neutral corner. Miss Mustang follows her training and hits the buckles with her back, then becomes the butt of the joke when Cassava drives the first of many Hip Attacks into Heather’s belly.



The Milk Chocolate Mauler keeps Heather pressed against the buckles and grips the middle ropes jabbing her glutes over and into the Texan’s abdomen, really backing dat ass up till Heather’s good and breathless. One last butting makes Crofton groan and go limp against Onika putting them cheek to cheek.



The Superfan gives a Seth Rogen-like chuckle, “This a preview of you and me at the club.”



She leans in with the natural blonde’s back against the turnbuckles and threads the cowgirl’s arms behind the ropes. Onika takes off for center ring and skids to a stop in a runner’s crouch facing her scarecrowed adversary.



Knowing she had Lisa Dream at her six Cassava tauntingly wiggles her backside at the brunette before bursting into a sprint and launching into the air for a Running Splash. The Superfan is flying with a smile happy to serve up some tummy on tits, but a flash of dread comes over her when Heather escapes to the side at the last moment! Kylie winces in sympathy seeing Cassava’s bosom warp against the padded steel and jellies her frame.



She backs up on unsteady feet with her arms crossed over her chest stifling a wail and gets bullied back into the buckles by Crofton. Without meaning to, these dueling young lionesses are presenting a solid argument for a Lightweight title shot. Heather may want to try her hand at singles competition one day, and Cassava has already proven she can pin the current champion Crystal Hilton twice in a night!



Trapping Cassava’s arms behind the ropes and pushing her chin up, Heather uses her glutes-given rasp to make an impression of her favourite Western star. Whom Cassava has never heard of and will never remember the name of. “This town ain’t big enough for the both of us,” Heather slowly raises her hands stirring the crowd to ‘Oooooh’ CRRRACK! Those paws ‘whick’ down and sear handprints on Onika’s chest with a Double Overhand Chop, “I’mma send you off into the sunset.”



LOVE TAP

www.youtube.com/watch?v=uCAY_pZ--E4



The fake Cosette begins to resemble the real deal with how similar they fall to their knees struggling not to cry. Kylie grips the tag rope tightly, she may have to jump in to save her Number One Fan, but she can’t do anything with the ref nearby. Heather gets Onika under an arm, raises her into a Front Facelock and starts backing up deeper into the ring.



She’s not gonna risk another Whip, so she’ll walk the FAWN Find’s host to her partner.



Cassava breaks Heather’s grip and rapidly spins away while twisting the Texan’s arm in a Wringer. The Superfan really yanks on the underswing almost taking Heather’s arm out of its socket while snapping The Yellow Rose face-first into the mat.



CHASING PAVEMENTS

youtu.be/3B3ckzpS8BE?t=14



Crofton feels her soul leave her body as she lies on the rough canvas moaning. Lisa clenches her teeth. She doesn’t like the look of that move.



Her breasts still smarting, The Booty massages her bosom with one hand as she hisses from above “You got that backwards cowpoke,” then she jogs over to tag in The Cutie. It’s Kylie Sanders' turn.





With the young Texan rising to all fours, the entering Kylie approaches from behind. Moving to a standing straddle of the Lone Star Girl, Kylie shows off her cutie-booty by descending, thumping her tight little behind into the base of Heather’s spine. In a crouch over the flattened Crofton, the Platinum Pixie wraps her arms under and around those of the Heather, lacing her fingers behind Crofton’s neck to secure a full nelson.



With Heather’s arms captured in single files above, FAWN’s ultimate survivor leans back with the upper half of the Girl from Grapevine in tow. Sanders wrenches back with her Full Nelson Clutch, testing the elasticity of Heather’s vertebrae and the strength of her yellow spandex top.



Lead referee Nick Castle drops to a knee in front of the wincing Dream Teamer. Kylie draws her fellow flaxen-haired fighter’s head and torso back even further, drawing a yip of pain from the flustered Yellow Rose.



“Whaddya say, Heather. Just let me know,” Castle advises.



An agitated Crofton spits out a hissing ‘no’ and Kylie uses her grip to shake Heather’s head ‘no’ from side to side with her nelson, making sure Castle understands this fight’s going to continue.



After another half-dozen seconds of spinal abuse, Kylie releases her grip, letting Heather’s upper half flop to the canvas.



Ky rises to her full height, abbreviated as it may be, turns 180 degrees and drops her derriere roughly into the base of Heather’s backbone, again using her bum as a weapon.



Cassava looks on from the sidelines like a proud mama bird, watching her baby use her ass to attack for the first time.



With Sanders in a reverse facing straddle of Crofton’s waist, she raises her right hand high and forms it into a familiar claw.



“FARM…HAND!” the crowd shouts in unison, the Milk Chocolate Mauler’s voice loudest of all.

With that, the Pixie sends her digits digging deep into the flesh of Heather’s left thigh, just below the curve of her glute. Sanders sinks her renowned hammy clamp into the muscle, deep enough to pinch her fingers into the nerve bundle controlling the Texan’s lower limb.



Heather’s stem spasms under the manipulation of Ky’s Farm Hand. Crofton’s face is etched in anguish from Sanders’ unique attack and the Ultimate Image’s features grow more concerned.



Dream fights the urge to slip through the ropes and break up the submission attempt, instead shouting encouragement to her impressionable protégé. Crofton responds, biting her lower lip and digging her nails into the canvas. Slowly, she drags herself and her rider within range of her outstretched right arm, wrapping a palm around the bottom rope.



“BREAK!” she screams enthusiastically and Nick doubles down on her request.



Sanders doesn’t hurry to release, but she manages it halfway to the five-count. The FAWN original rises and steps a few feet away from Lisa’s struggling teammate, lifting her hands high.



“Come on, kid,” Ky calls. “Let’s see why they compare you to me.”



The Lone Star Girl grits her teeth and pulls to her feet with the help of the cables. She hobbles away from the saving strands, trying to work her deadened leg back into full working order.



Kylie knows better than to wait for her fellow blonde to recover. She closes the space between them quickly, forcing Heather to turn toward her opponent and try to lock up as best she can. It’s a futile effort to keep Ky from gaining the leverage advantage and Sanders turns a collar-and-elbow into a side headlock easy as you please.



Kylie races forward with Heather in tow, leading Crofton to the opposite ropes. The Girl Scout of old (and new) leaps to the rubber-coated steel as she and the cowgirl approach.



Sanders’ legs fold against the uppermost cable and the Pixie pushes off, using the springboard to THUMP Heather’s chin into the canvas-covered floorboards with a bulldog.



Springboard Bulldog ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=Gp4GBmGknas )



The faltering Yellow Rose absently flops to her back from the force of the impact and Ky refuses to ignore the invitation. She scrambles to the fallen Dream Teamer, draping herself over the top in a lateral press, hooking a far leg for the…



ONE…



TWO…



Crofton kicks loose, flopping to her side to prevent another pin attempt.



Kneeling on her haunches next to the dazed Heather, the veteran looks duly impressed.



When Sanders rises, she takes a little shortcut, delving her fingers into the Lone Star Girl’s golden mane and using the hair to ‘guide’ Crofton to her feet. Sanders switches her grip to a shoulder and wrist and flings the Texan to the B&C corner, Heather’s recovering leg helping her carry the distance until she WHAMS into the buckles in front of an excited Cassava.



Onika gets the perfect view of a hard-charging Platinum Pixie, Kylie following the youngster and launching into a crushing avalanche of Iowan.



As Heather slumps against her Scout troop leader, Ky makes sure to stay pressed tight. She reaches over Crofton’s shoulder and slaps hands with a vibrating Cassava.



As Sanders starts to leave the ring while Onika enters, the BMD champ asks Kylie to stay.



“I know it’s not exactly fair, but can we do one double-team. Pleeeease.”



A grin emerges on Sanders’ mug. She nods and Cassava squeaks with joy.



Both the Booty and the Cutie take a wrist of the sagging cowgirl and lead her halfway down the ropes, The Dream complaining to Castle to start his count.



He doesn’t until after Cassava and Kylie fling Heather on her way at warp speed. They move to the middle as Crofton u-turns out of the ropes toward them. The teammates link arms, ready to try and remove Heather’s head from her shoulders with a dual clothesline, but the spritely Yellow Rose ducks under and proceeds to her second set of cables.



Again, Crofton rebounds, this time at an accelerated pace, ending abruptly when Cassava and Kylie spin their backsides to the charging blonde and knock her flat with a double-scoop edition of a Rear View.



Rear View ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=q3LErE96TKM ) :48



A beaming pair of Pleasant Valley natives share a high five over the splattered frame of the Lone Star Girl before Castle convinces Kylie to head for the exit, Cassava smiling greedily down at an overwhelmed Heather, slapping her back bumpers.



A noticeably perturbed Dream pleads with Heather to reach her, but Crofton’s awareness is significantly reduced from the double serving of cake.



Cassavaette LeBlanc watches as a flagging Heather reaches hands and knees. She moves to the slender, sinewy Texan and tugs Crofton to stooped feet and inserts her noggin into a standing head scissors. Onika takes a moment to gather her reserves, wraps her arms around Crofton’s gulping tummy, then launches the Girl from Grapevine in a forward flip up her frame, catching Heather atop a shoulder.



Showing off her power, the Milk Chocolate Mauler maneuvers her foe to a crucifix position, lifting her high in preparation of her BAMF Powerbomb.



BAMF Powerbomb ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=2K_MbfxV7YI ).



But as Crofton is propped high under her arms for the final ride, her tenacity emerges. The Lone Star Girl flails wildly and escapes Cassava’s grasp, dropping to the canvas behind her costumed adversary.



As both women spin to find their rivals, the blonde does it a split-second faster and guts the Superfan with a toe kick to the tummy. With Cassava bent at the waist and bug-eyed, the cowgirl loads up a Texas-sized European Uppercut and blasts Onika under the chin, snapping Cassava’s head back, Onika’s arms pinwheeling enough to keep her upright.



Crofton immediately turns and takes off for the ropes. She flies into the cables at full speed and comes roaring back at the BMD, leaping into a crossbody splash.



But the curves of Cassava help her absorb the diving Yellow Rose, the impact only pushing her back a step or two before she regains her balance with a squirming, wide-eyed Heather strapped across her abundant chest.



Onika shakes her head.



“No-no-no, cowgirl. I ain’t no lil’ doggie.”



Dipping slightly into a crouch, Cassava tosses Heather over her head with a Fallaway Slam.



But as Onika lays out to do so, behind her, the Ultimate Image, having entered when her partner got caught, catches Crofton across her more modest bosom, her teammate’s body pointed outward from the toss.



Thinking quickly, Dream drops her protégé across the chest of the horizontal Cassava, Heather accomplishing her splash in a most unorthodox manner.



With her oxygen expunged, the BMD lays beneath the Lone Star Girl’s lateral press for the…



ONE…



Onika heaves Heather off without much difficulty, the Texan rolling after her retreating partner, both meeting in the Dream Team’s corner.



Heather raises a hand to tag in a momentarily departed Lisa to get the mocked-up Army of One ‘Becky Dream’ legally into the match.





The lone brunette in the match vaults over the top rope and dashes toward the rising Onika.



The Superfan spots Lisa incoming and lashes out with a Knife-Edge Chop, smacking against a shield of Lisa’s forearms.



Dream backpedals to the ropes, then closes the gap between the combatants and slaps a clothesline just above Cassava’s bosom taking the dyed blonde off her feet.



Judging Cassava to be the power portion of the opposing team, Lisa gets to work whittling this tiny tree to sawdust.



Lisa aims an elbow and drops it over counterfeit Cosette’s heart, then quickly rises and drops another, and another and, after a quartet of Elbow Drops, grabs the puddled Iowan by a wrist and ankle and drags her to the ring’s dead center.



Dream uses those pale, smooth gams to skip over Cassava’s body and run to the ropes. She leaps to a perch on the taut middle cable and springs off into a graceful Moonsault that crushes Cassava’s midriff and leaves Lisa in the perfect position for a pin.



DREAMYSAULT

www.youtube.com/watch?v=71Qt01zUoyM



ONE



TW-



Cassava jerks a shoulder up.



Dream’s not surprised. You don’t carry two belts at once without having some resilience.



“Welcome to boot camp, Miss Onika.”



She stands up and takes a handful of Cassava’s multicoloured locks to pull her to a seat, then scoots around behind the Milk Chocolate Mauler.



Taking a page from the scoundrelly soldier she’s dressed as, Lisa Dream applies a Double Shoulder Claw that was made famous in FAWN as Becky Clayton’s E-Tool.



Cassava’s body twitches and seizes as the Perfect One’s fingers chew deeper into her trapezius.



Onika’s trembling hands reach for Lisa’s wrists but plummet to the mat when the veteran presses harder with her thumbs and saps the life from the Superfan’s limbs.



“You got this, Cass!”



Sanders switches from Girl Scout to Cheerleader and starts a rhythmic clap to boost her partner’s spirit. The Corps copy their leader filling the arena with a metronome-like CLAP! CLAP! CLAP! CLAP!……



Lisa ignores the Kylie Corps and keeps playing piano with Onika’s nerves, feeling shivers of pain at her touch.



“How about it Cassava? Want to call it a night and get some Trick Or Treating in?” she asks.



The Mirror-Mirror Cosette screws up her face to suppress a yowl, a tiny portion of the hidden hate Cassava has for Lisa leaking into her answer. The microphone incident will never be forgotten or forgiven.



“I’ll never tap to a derivative Farm Hand! You don’t even have Clayton’s brawn to make iteERRGH!”



Dream steps back so she’s leaning on Cassava at a 45° angle and does a set of push-ups to turn the E-Tool into an E-Torture,



“If Clayton had my brains she wouldn’t need all that brawn.”



Dream gives a long pulse of the Claws as she pushes on the Superfan to get back up and hammer a couple of Forearm Shivers to the base of Cassava’s neck to keep her seated while she gets space for a bigger move.



Trusting Kylie’s regained morals, Lisa risks a kick in the back using the Pleasant Valley side of the ring to recoil off the ropes for an extra burst of speed. The Dreamy One launches into a front flip and grabs Onika head as she flies over, Lisa lands somewhat painlessly on her back while Cassava gets a twofer. The Superfan’s head is pulled between her legs slamming her face against the canvas then she bangs the back of her head against the ring floor when she unfolds like a book.



Neck Snap ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=yjJAfo_-NuQ )



Crofton applauds from The Dream Team’s corner.



She’s always happy to see her mentor in the groove of things.



“We’ve got her right where we want her!”



Lisa kips up and quickly tags in her junior partner and slaps the top buckle.



“Teamwork makes the dream work, cowgirl.”



Crofton gets the signal and hops into a gargoyle perch on the turnbuckle as Lisa takes Cassava’s legs and tucks them under her armpits. The beleaguered BMD finds herself upside down and stacked on her shoulders as Lisa steps closer draping the heavier Lightweight down her front. Still addled from the Blockbuster, Cassava reaches out for her worried idol and partner Kylie, who’s leagues away from a tag and can only yell out advice.



“Grit your teeth!”



Sound advice from the Pixie as Lisa drops back catapulting Onika into the D.T. corner, her clenched jaw hits the padded steel rattling her brain but the thin cushion saving herself years of dentistry work.



She waddles back on fenceposts holding her jaw as Lisa rolls out of the ring, Heather jumps out of her crouch like a housecat and flips like Lisa did moments ago. Snagging Onika’s head as she flies past, Heather sending a shock to her system with a diving Neckbreaker.



TUMBLEWEED

www.youtube.com/watch?v=HJ5O7C2symg



Cassava lies starfished on the mat, suffering from a bad case of whiplash from the last two maneuvers hit upon her.



Heather crawls to her foe and drapes herself over the booty battler, pressing her navel against Cassava’s lips as she settles into a north/south pin.



ONE!



TWO!



T-



Kylie lands a Springboard Legdrop on the back of Heather’s neck!



The flying Girl Scout surveyed the distance correctly, leaping from the top rope, gaining Sensational air and dropping her gam like a guillotine on Miss Mustang.



Heather rolls off Onika making sure her head’s still attached and neck doesn’t have a permanen4t crease, while Kylie picks up her Number One Fan.



Cassava’s disoriented but is aware enough to cling to Sanders a bit tighter than necessary. Purposely hugging the platinum blonde so their chests press together Cassava exhales in relief, “Thanks for the save!”



Kylie winces, feeling her partner’s juggs mushroom against her own and their nipples glancing off each other.



“N-no problem. Do you mind- Look out!”



Kylie shoves Cassava clear and takes a running kneelift to the forehead Lisa calls A Nightmare On Dream Street.



Kylie surprises the Clayton copy by staying upright but her eyes are rolling white and she’s wavering like a willow in a windstorm.



Lisa takes the Pixie by the skirt and shoulder and gives her fellow legend the bum’s rush through the ropes.



“No hard feelings!” she calls out as Kylie plummets past the apron’s edge to splat on the padded concrete floor of the arena.



Lisa turns and surveys the ring. Heather’s trying to get to all fours but can’t find her balance, Ky’s Leg Drop taking the petals off the Yellow Rose.



Cassava’s made it to her knees and looking a bit refreshed, the physical contact with the Corps’ leader acting as a shot of espresso.



Dream mutters to herself as she backs into a set of cables, “One more Nightmare to soften her up.”



She launches into a run at the Television champion and aims a kneecap at Cassava’s temple, but she MISSES!



Cassava shows agility that must have come with her costume.



She jukes around the folded limb, throwing an arm around Lisa’s waist as she does. The BMD sweeps the legs out from under The Perfect One depositing Lisa on her back with her legs up, Cassava rolls herself over the curve of Lisa’s bum into a backpress pin on top of the brunette’s matchbooked legs.



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The crowd chants ONE! TWO! THREE! But the referee’s not counting. Instead, he’s shaking his head no. “She’s not the legal one. It’s still Heather.



Cassava curses herself as Dream finally bucks free.,

“Damn!”



Cassava’s thrown onto her hands and feet as Lisa rolls onto her own and they both rush to get up. Lisa feels hot embarrassment turning her ears red.



If she was in the ring proper, she would have cost The Dream Team their first PPV match in a long while. She rushes to her feet primed to put Cassava on her vaunted ass.



Bam!



A spinning heel kick puts Lisa on hers!



Cassava’s material arts skills once again save her in a pinch. She darts over to B&C’s corner to tag in Sanders who’s just climbed back into the tag position.



Cassava’s palm slaps against Kylie’s “I’ll keep Lisa occupied!”



“Got it!” Kylie nods as she slips through the ropes and hightails to Heather with The Superfan running at her side.



Lisa’s slowly getting back on her feet when Cassava grabs her by the hair as she blazes by and plants her into the deck with a One-armed Bulldog.



Heather’s gotten most of her wits back and sees the former World Champion coming at her like an angry bull!



She lifts a boot to stave her off but Kylie rolls under and pops up behind, in Heather’s six.



The Girl Scout shows she still has some spring in her step, leaping onto the slightly dipped Texan’s shoulders, ending in an Electric Chair position when Crofton straightens.



Heather barely has time to register the Hall of Famer’s legs around her neck when Kylie throws her weight forward into a Victory Roll, putting the young lioness on her back with her arms under Kylie’s legs, Heather futilely kicking her legs under the former Chill’s control!



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ONE!



TWO!!



THRNOOO!!!



Heather finally breaks loose, lurching a shoulder up with a split-second to spare!





The blondes scramble to their feet and race at each other, the same thought in mind as Kylie and Heather drop each other with stereo clotheslines.



With Cassava the only one left standing, other than a flummoxed Nick Castle, the BMD hauls the dazed ‘Army of One Dream’ to her feet. She drives a boot into Lisa’s ivory tummy, bending the icon at the waist.



Onika moves beside The Dream yanking her foe’s left arm by the wrist through Lisa’s legs, gathering a pumphandle grip.



Flaunting Lisa’s vulnerable position to the crowd, Cassava spins around the camo-attired Dream, pointing to the roaring Corps, who like Cassava, have apparently forgiven but not forgotten what Lisa once did to their (her) Kylie.



The Milk Chocolate Mauler, having enjoyed her fun, positions close to Lisa, reaching across the back of the Ultimate Image and capturing her foe’s opposite arm to secure a temporary abdominal stretch.



A beaming Cassava works the painful extension under the watchful eye of Castle, Nick providing a grace period since the grapplers on this end of the canvas aren’t affecting the weakly stirring blondes on the other.



Showing power no one else in the confines can hope to match, Cassava launches Lisa HIGH across her chest, rotating The Dream to a prime slamming situation. But instead of simply creating a Lisa-sized divot in the mat, the TV champion drops to one knee.



Lisa’s spine is CRUSHED across the plank of the BMD’s upper right leg, Onika’s Pumphandle Backbreaker looking like it might have snapped a number of The Dream’s vertebrae.



Pumphandle Backbreaker ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=d1Fl5wDJHXQ )



Cassava hovers over the broken Dream, raising her arms high and wide. Below, a wincing Lisa weakly grasps at the base of her spinal column, unable to rise.



With Nick chastising Cassava for her extracurricular activity, Onika decides to bring the match back to a more legally appropriate state. Scraping Lisa off the deck, she runs The Dream to the ropes and sends her flying over the top, the Ultimate Image careening off the apron, then crashing and burning to the floor below.



Holding up her hands innocenrly, the TV champ exits to her corner station just as Sanders and Crofton reach their feet, again simultaneously.



The veteran is infinitesimally quicker to recover than her young counterpart, charging the Lone Star Girl, dipping a shoulder to run her through with a patented spear. However, Heather intercepts the effort by leaping into a high knee, CLOCKING Ky between her hazel eyes.



Heather gathers the staggered PVP in a ¾ facelock grip and vaults into a springy backflip, POUNDING Kylie’s back and the back of her skull into the thinly-sheathed floorboards with a version of her Texas Toast.



Texas Toast ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=uoyDE-F5lO4 ) :21



Crofton passes on a pin attempt, instead choosing to hustle her little backside to the nearest corner under the increasingly worried gaze of the BMD.



The Yellow Rose reaches the Dream Team buckles with Lisa still vacant from the corner and some of her senses. On hands and knees, Lisa waves her protégé to disregard her and follow whatever plan she might have.



Heather nods and deftly climbs to the top. On the precipice, looking out on her splayed, fabled target, the Girl from Grapevine launches into the Orlando airspace, using her best Shea London impression to deliver her ‘Don’t Mess With Texas’ 450 splash to the undefended tummy of the Platinum Pixie.



Sanders jackknifes under the heavy THWAP of body against body, then fades to the deck beneath, the flaxen-haired ‘X’ of Heather and Kylie marking a huge victory in the cowgirl’s career with the…



ONE…



TWO…



THRNOOOO!



Unwilling to see her idol and would-be paramour finished in spectacular fashion, Cassava dives to break up the pin, the Milk Chocolate Mauler shoving Heather off Sanders to make the save.



Unfortunately for Onika and her adopted Corps, the legendary Lisa’s rejoined the battle. Having slipped in after Cassava’s salvage mission, Lisa grabs a shoulder and spins the risen BMD to face her. The Dream sweeps an impactful European Uppercut under Onika’s chin, Cassava whiplashing from the connection.



On her heels, the Mauler is vulnerable to a perfectly-placed Army boot to the tummy, Lisa doubling Onika at the waist with the toe kick.



Backpedaling to the ropes, The Dream rebounds out of the rubber-coated steel. She clubs Cassava across the back of her lowered neck with a scythe-like, overhand blow, the Dreamsicle sending Onika plowing face-first into the deck.



A few steps away, Crofton’s back on her feet, stomping a Texas-sized mudhole out of the Girl Scout’s midriff and merit badges.



Satisfied her fellow Dream Teamer has the ‘Cutie’ in trouble, Lisa scrapes the Booty off the canvas, keeping her foe’s head lowered. The brunette stuffs the TV Champ’s noggin between her slender, sinewy lower limbs and clamps down with a standing head scissors.



The FAWNatics immediately go apeshit in anticipation, even some of the Corps eager to see what Lisa can do with the biggest bongos in the biz.



Dream, bent on a little payback, does not disappoint, paddling her percussion vigorously, sending spank after spank into the vibrating hind quarters of the Buns of Mass Destruction.



Her weapons used against her, Cassava squirms and squeaks in pain under the rapid-fire force of the Bittersweet Symphony, though some in the crowd notice a hint of pleasure in the quivering voice of the Superfan, “blessed” to fall victim to an iconic tanning of her renowned behind.



Lisa turns her hand-paddles into a pair of underhooks of Onika’s arms that quickly transition to hooks behind Cassava’s knees. A burst of adrenaline helps Lisa lift the Mauler in half a front flip within her grasp, then sit out, knocking Cassava into next week with her Fallen Angel package piledriver.



Fallen Angel ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=nJ7Eam95zFw ) :08



With an unconscious Onika matchbooked and stacked on her shoulders, Castle pays more attention to the legal participants.



With Ky on her chest, the Lone Star Girl steps on her foe’s thighs and locks Sanders’ lower legs around her own. Reaching forward, Heather collects the Pixie’s shoulders and rolls forward.



Ending on her back, carefully keeping one shoulder slightly raised, the Yellow Rose lifts the captured Kylie above her in a modified Romero Special aptly named the Cowgirl Clutch.



Cowgirl Clutch ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=TvKlpBc28BA )



With the Pixie painfully extended above her in a more vertical version of the Romero, Crofton works the FAWN original like a part-time job, shaking and stretching until Kylie can take no more of the punishment, Kylie offering a soft, spent “I quit”.



Each member of the Dream Team tosses their consumed adversary aside, the Cutie and the Booty left in ruins beside each other.



Heather and Lisa rise and find each other, young blonde and legendary brunette embracing and reveling in a huge AHE win.



“Up the ladder we go, kiddo,” Lisa whispers in the ear of Miss Mustang.



They break but only to go shoulder to shoulder toward the hard cam, presenting each other as victors, the ring announcer backing up their raised arms.



“Your winners, by submission, the Dream Team!”



Heather gazes out on the sellout throng, standing in triumph next to Lisa Dream, having pinned Kylie Sanders.



Her life is the perfect dream. One from which she doesn’t have to wake.