Post by hawkeye on Dec 31, 2023 3:32:07 GMT
With Seasons’ Beatings living up to its name, the FAWNatics take a brief respite to reenergize for their next heaping helping of holiday mayhem. It doesn’t last long.
When Taylor Swift’s ‘Style’ emerges from the speakers, the masses are instantly aware the woman who turned her back on them and her fellow American Sweetheart partner to meet her own selfish desires is on her way.
(https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-CmadmM5cOk )
A moment later, a spotlight shines on the raven-haired turncoat, the dark hair contrasting dramatically with her perfectly pale skin but complementing her resentful attitude. The stunning dimpled Blackheart angrily shouts at the duplicitous throng. The crowd tests their lungs in response, jeering at their former Sweetheart.
CHARLIE DAWSON
The gorgeous grappler offers a double middle-finger salute to the embittered crowd.
Playfully, she cups a hand to her ear as she loiters center stage, acting as if she can’t hear the people who once adored her.
Satisfied, a smirking Charlie heads for the ring, the despicable Blackheart psyching out a few simpletons who swing and miss on her offered palm when she pulls it away, Dawson chuckling at the stupidity of the dimwits.
Reaching the squared circle, the former Darling of the Desert slides under the bottom rope, springs to her feet and unzips her hoodie, now blood red instead of the pink of the ‘good ole days’. Dawson slips it off to reveal a similarly hued spandex two piece, the cut of the spandex much less modest around her chest and ass, raising the blood pressure of the spectators further.
Miss Swift’s intro fades below the hateful din of the crowd and the ring announcer sees if he can reach above them.
“The next match is scheduled for one fall with NO TIME LIMIT and NO DQs!”
The FAWNatics take to those stipulations, particularly when Charlie seems upset by them.
“First, standing 5 feet 2 inches tall and weighing in at 112 pounds, from Spokane, Washington via Albuquerque, New Mexico...America’s Blackheart…Charlie Dawson!”
Charlie exchanges her hoodie for the microphone by dropping it over the announcer’s head and snatching the stick from the temporarily blinded presenter.
“Skye. You made a fatal mistake following me back here and sticking your nose in my business. You should have let me finish off Ivy and Cynthia’s careers as evidenced by another classic crash and burn for the tag titles tonight. BUT NO! Your obsession with me wouldn’t allow it. Now I’m going to finish you instead. Just the way it should be.”
Charlie tosses the mic to the canvas and strides to her corner, turning and leaning into the buckles with a look of absolute arrogance and disdain, ignoring the roiling boil of revulsion from the arena’s inhabitants.
The crowd is at a fever pitch, enthusiastic in their hate for Dawson but also wired for the return of the beloved youngest member of the Mitchell clan, Skylar having made only one FAWN appearance in four years, that in a multi-person match at Mania 2022.
Darius Rucker’s ‘Southern Style’ plays over the speakers and the crowd jumps to its feet as the diminutive brunette turned dirty blonde races to center stage, pumping her fist earnestly at the manic multitude before heading for the field of combat containing her former bestie.
(http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hpKFRP05Po4 )
Old school FAWN fans note the similarity in Skylar’s togs and the gear worn by her older sister Cynthia at the beginning of her career. They are not unhappy with the alterations as well, cutting the violet togs in two, tight spandex top and trunks, white pads and boots completing the wardrobe.
SKYLAR MITCHELL
Skye makes it a point to slap EVERY single hand offered her way-- ESPECIALLY the younger ones--as she lopes down the aisle, toward the ring.
When she reaches it, her disposition changes instantly, staring fiercely at Charlie.
“Looks like the Hellions weren’t quite over the beating I gave them?” the Blackheart shouts from her corner. “I should get a share of those tag belts?”
Skye hops to the apron, then grabs the top rope and leaps over. She goes chest to chest with Charlie and utters but one word.
“Dead.”
Nick Castle pries between the former partners and guides Mitchell back to the opposite buckles as the announcer, having recovered his microphone, offers his formal introduction.
“And her opponent, hailing from Charlotte, North Carolina, she stands five feet one inch tall, and weighs in at one-hundred and fourteen pounds...please welcome...the morning star of a wrestling dynasty, THE LIL’EST BUT BADDEST MITCHELL…SKKKYYYLLLAAARRR!!!!!”
The ovation for the prodigal Lil Sis is prodigious. The legacy of FAWN’s First Family is in safe hands unless, of course, Charlie has her way.
Settling into her corner, Mitchell takes in a deep breath, hoping to lower the temperature of her temper so she doesn’t make a mistake. But tonight’s match is about more than winning and Skye shows it in her emerald eyes. She’s determined to put Charlie in her place and, if that means a hospital bed, so be it.
As the bell rings, there’s no hesitation between the former tag champions, Mitchell and Dawson charging to the middle and laying into each other with furious fists. With Charlie getting the worst of the opening flurry, she dips and grabs the blonde around the waist, tripping her foe to the canvas, ending astride the Mitchell clan’s last best hope.
The Desert Diva sends a barrage of combinations raining down into the cage of Skye’s defensive forearms, Cynthia’s Lil Sis blocking most of the fire, but the Blackheart slipping enough around the guard to rock Mitchell from side to side. That is until Skylar rocks her former bestie to her back in a barrel roll and takes her turn in charge, repaying with interest, thumping little sets of balled digits between and around Charlie’s defenses.
Castle stands beside the growing carnage, observing closely. But with the ‘no DQ’ rules in place, there’s no reason to stop Skye from laying the wood to the raven-haired Blackheart.
Finally, Charlie bucks her rider off and butt-scoots to a corner where Dawson uses the buckles at her back to rise. Skye steps forward to continue the assault, but the hated member of America’s former Sweethearts sweeps Mitchell by at an elbow and shoulder, exchanging places with her former collaborator. Grabbing the ropes on either side of the blonde, Dawson lifts a knee, plunging it DEEP into Mitchell’s solar plexus, driving the air from Skye, Mitchell doubling over with a gasp, eyes bulging.
Charlie follows with a European Uppercut, snapping the head of the Carolina Cutie in whiplash fashion, Skylar throwing her arms over the top rope on either side to stay upright from the blast of a blow.
Dawson hops to the middle ropes with Mitchell’s dirty blonde locks tight in her left hand. She forces Skye’s head back, Mitchell left to stare into the steely eyes of the turncoat above her. Again, Dawson brings the fists and the pain, POUNDING her way toward a ten-spot before Mitchell interrupts at ‘NINE’ when she wraps her arms around Dawson’s thighs.
Skye strides toward the middle with the Desert Diva squirming in her clutches. Dawson continues to throw hands until Skylar genuflects, splitting Charlie’s wickets with a savage Inverted Atomic Drop that has Dawson hopping into the air after impact.
Flawless face etched in pain, hands buried between her thighs, Charlie is frozen in place from the nasty incursion, the crowd roaring in appreciation for their returning Sweetheart sending pulsating waves of pain through the ivory-skinned terror.
The Lil’est Mitchell turns to the FAWNatics with a mischievous grin, motioning to the throng she’s happy to oblige them in dishing it out to this familiar and contemptible opponent.
Apparently deciding she’s having a hell of a good time brawling with her former friend, a grinning Skye pops Charlie’s chin with a series of lightning left jabs, floating like a butterfly and stinging like a bee against the stationary target. With Dawson’s hands protecting her crotch, it’s open season topside for the Carolina Cutie, Skye finally loading up a bolo punch she swings in a great loop, driving it harshly into Dawson’s jaw and laying out the Blackheart.
Standing above a splayed Charlie, Skylar fashions a frame out of her thumbs and forefingers, placing the dastardly Dawson within. The blonde slips through the ropes and, once on the apron’s edge, snatches the uppermost cable with both hands. The last of her familt’s legacy leaps over and DRIVES a springboard elbow drop into the sternum of the Blackheart.
Springboard Elbow Drop ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=gS_7LdeDV7k )
As a grimacing, raven-maned Charlie rolls away to create some distance, Mitchell slides under the ropes and slips under the skirt of the apron, drawing a roar from the crowd.
Laying waste to Ivy and Cynthia at All Hallows Evil, Charlie’s made a special place on Skye’s shit list, a name for which she’s apparently ready to do anything to cross through.
Emerging from beneath, Mitchell has a folding steel chair in hand. She slides it into the squared circle, quickly following behind.
With Charlie reaching her feet a few steps away, Skylar charges her former partner without the weapon.
Dawson pivots and seems to have turned the tables, plucking the blonde off the deck for a slam of some kind. But the speed Skye generates allows her to slip out of Dawson’s initial grip, spinning around her foe.
Worried about what Mitchell might do at the end of her orbits, the Blackheart manages to toss her foe in the air, but it only allows Mitchell to end the maneuver in more spectacular fashion. The blonde SPIKES the crown of Charlie’s skull into the thinly-sheathed plywood with a Satellite DDT
Satellite DDT ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=Hdw9alwGyCw )
The momentum of the collision forces Dawson to a seated position for a moment before she faints to the canvas, seemingly out cold at Skye’s side.
But the Lil’est Mitchell’s revenge tour is not so short.
The Carolina Cutie grabs Charlie’s wrists and pulls her flaccid frame conspicuously in front of a corner. With Dawson just so, Skylar grabs the discarded chair and climbs to the top, turning to face her target, while pressing the steel to her chest. Ready to deliver a supercharged frog splash that might break ribs but would certainly break Charlie for an easy 1-2-3, Mitchell launches from the penthouse
Fortified with the folding furniture grasped tightly to her spandex-covered bosom, the last of the Mitchell clan, tucks her legs tight at the height of her flight, then spreads wide with the metal at her center, aimed directly at the open midriff of the splayed Dawson.
Frog splash ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=aqBLHwODOts ) :06
The crowd’s roars turn to doleful groans that can’t hope to mask the sickening CLACK as the Blackheart rolls clear of Skye’s landing, Mitchell hitting the floorboards with no human crash pad between.
Skye rolls and spasms around the ring. Having tossed the dented chair aside, Mitchell hugs her torso tight, as if she’s trying to keep internal organs in their proper location.
Charlie slowly climbs to her feet, not quite in condition to fully enjoy the sight of a shuddering Skye.
However, the raven-haired wrestler manages to stagger to the steel chair and kick it next to Mitchell. Skylar shoves it away a few feet, drawing a sour sneer from Dawson.
“Uh uh,” the Blackheart says, shaking an index finger at her former bestie.
“You’re the one who upped the ante Lil’est Loser.”
Dawson fetches the furniture, grasps it so the rounded end is pointed toward her fellow lightweight and RAMS the top of the back rest into Skye’s tummy. A loud breathless moan escapes Mitchell’s lips as she jackknifes beneath, and again the dirty blonde is hugging herself midriff tight.
Her pale-skinned attacker then places the chair flat, plucks Skye’s noggin off the canvas and lays her right temple and cheek atop the seat pan.
Turning, Charlie races to the ropes and rebounds. She sprints to liftoff as she approaches her target, then drops a knee to sandwich Mitchell’s head between bone and metal.
Thankfully for the Mitchell-loving masses, Skylar shifts her vulnerable pate off the chair and Dawson’s kneecap THWACKS into the steel.
Charlie howls in anguish as she rolls around the canvas, holding her folded right leg tight.
With both women undone by their attempt to use the weapon, it’s a race to see who can recover, the crowd amusing themselves with a rhythmic clap, hoping the Carolina Cutie can beat her erstwhile friend to verticality.
The persistent blonde forces through the aches to reach her feet first and wobble toward Charlie. Snatching a handful of her foe’s sable locks, Skye pulls Dawson to her feet and leads her back to the increasingly bent and broken weapon.
With the combatants on either side, Charlie thrusts a straightedge fashioned from her right set of fingers into Skylar’s throat. Mitchell gags and gasps, her emerald eyes wide and watering. Breathless, Skye is gutted with a follow-up toe kick to the navel from the turncoat. With Mitchell doubled at the waist, Dawson sinks her nails into the dirty blonde tresses of her hated enemy and sits out, drawing Skye down with her and CLACKING Mitchell’s face and forehead into the unforgiving steel, courtesy a sit-out facebuster.
Sit-out facebuster ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=RpnzViYNrtQ ) :02
The FAWNatics groan from the sight and sound of the impact, a few turning away to miss the frightful collision. When they spin back, they witness the body of a face down Mitchell twitch a few times before falling still, Skye barely conscious of her surroundings from the brutal blow.
Sitting a few feet distant, a smiling Charlie shakes her head.
“You really thought it was a good idea bringing a chair in here with me? Bytch. You know between us; I’ve got the balls!”
Dawson spins to all fours and crawls to the splayed Skye. Charlie shoves the deadweight to her back, the blonde flopping to a wide, motionless starfish when flipped like an adorable pancake.
But a crossbody pin won’t be good enough to end this conflict for Dawson. Instead, the raven-haired Blackheart mounts Mitchell in a schoolgirl pin, pale shins atop lightly tanned biceps, Skylar’s chin tight to Charlie’s crotch. Dawson looks down imperiously on the glassy-eyed blonde.
“It’s the natural order, loser. And you came all the way back here to remind yourself. Well done.”
Pinning the limp wrists of the Carolina Cutie to the canvas above her noggin, the Blackheart calls on Castle to confirm the survival of the fittest with his…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOO!
Mitchell throws a shoulder off the canvas with Nick’s palm a few inches short of the final slap, Skylar bucking Charlie off her ride, though not completely.
Dawson slides down Skye’s frame to reestablish her kneeling straddle and delivers a series of forearms to her rival’s jaw to keep Mitchell sedated. Charlie uses the bosom of her former friend to push to her feet, then plants a boot atop the spandex-covered chest of the demolished second-generation superstar.
The crowd voices its displeasure as Charlie raises her arms high and wide while Castle drops to the deck and dutifully counts out…
ONE…
TWO…
Skye throws off Charlie’s oppressive boot, the Blackheart paying for her arrogance with a nearfall not near as near as her previous effort.
Dawson catches her balance after a single unsteady step. The Blackheart is not a happy camper; shown up by the determination of her former partner.
Dawson fumes, eyes closing to focused slits. Charlie slaps her chest.
“Get your ass up, mama’s girl. Find out what it’s like to get your behind beat over and over by a woman who’s earned her place.”
Being called out by her piece of crap ex-partner, not to mention said bytch bringing her mother into the smack talk, gives Skylar the energy to rise if unsteadily, even if it’s to fuck around and find out from her nasty counterpart.
Charlie paintbrushes the cheek of the legacy, snapping the dirty blonde’s head violently to the side.
When Mitchell’s gaze returns to go nose to nose with Dawson, Skye’s senses seem to have returned, the Carolinian snapped back to awareness and anger aimed at the Blackheart with it.
Her features showing heightened concern, Charlie loads another open hand and SMACKS the same reddening cheek, again spinning Mitchell’s noggin. And again, when the features return, there’s a further fury in her green eyes.
The Blackheart throws out her palms, pleading as she backs away, intimidated by the rage of a seething Mitchell.
“Let’s be sensible,” Dawson implores. “There’s no need to lose control, Skye.”
“No?” Mitchell asks.
Charlie shakes her head, dropping to one knee in a plaintive genuflection, palms outstretched in supplication. Suddenly, they shoot forward, nails bared to scrape across Skye’s peepers, but the former American Sweetheart snatches Charlie’s wrists, keeping clear of the jagged stilettoes.
Mitchell yanks Dawson to her feet and transfers her grip to the raven-haired grappler’s left wrist and shoulder. She heaves her fellow lightweight to the far ropes with an Irish Whip, following behind the sprinting Charlie. Dawson barely makes the u-turn out of the rubber-coated steel before being levelled with a Spinning Heel Kick catching her flush in the chin. Dawson’s lower limbs fly in front of her as the back of her skull THUMPS against the deck.
Spinning Heel Kick ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=ExCas-FgOEs ) :17
A dazed Dawson cradles her head with both hands and, showing she’s no rookie, rolls out under the bottom rope. She staggers to the steel barricade separating fighter from fan, leaning heavily against the metal divider.
Receiving a pat on the back from a denizen of the front row, Charlie acts as if she’s been touched by a leper, bolting toward the apron’s edge. It’s a mistake in judgment as Skye’s been busy in the ring. Mitchell, having bounded to and away from the far cables, streaks across the canvas and leaps between the top and middle ropes.
The airborne Skylar’s left arm surrounds Charlie’s braincase. The momentum of the featherweight swings the blonde around her diminutive foil, spinning Dawson, then POUNDING the crown of her foe’s cranium into the thinly padded FAWN Arena floor with a Skye High (Suicide Tornado DDT).
Skye High ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=7oa8ZuXHXOI ) :19
The demolished Charlie slides to a stop at the feet of the same fan who designed to touch her moments before. He nudges her with the toe of a sneaker under the divider. There’s no response, Mitchell having removed all but the slightest remnant of Dawson’s consciousness.
A wincing Mitchell pushes to her feet, adrenaline covering a significant number of maladies for the time being.
Holding a grudge with both hands, Skye scoops Charlie under her arms and props her against the steel barrier in a seated position. The generally judicious Lil’est Mitchell shows what she thinks of her former tag partner, turning and dipping her derriere, then backing her tiny taut ass into Charlie’s mug. Skye gives Dawson an up close and personal face scrubbing with a modified version of her ‘Kiss My Grits’ stinkface, rub-a-dub-dubbing the Blackheart’s features with a twisting twerk that returns a flailing Charlie back to awareness.
With the crowd roaring, Skylar relents and pulls away from the greasy, pale face of the Blackheart, Dawson sputtering out the humidity from Skylar’s spandex-sheathed buttocks while drawing in deep breaths between.
“You…bytch…” she stammers breathlessly. “You’re…going…”
Charlie’s impending threat is cut short when Mitchell THUMPS a punt to the cleft of Charlie’s modest bosom, rocking Dawson, the former tag champ covering her chest from another potential kick to her gurls.
But Mitchell is otherwise engaged, searching under the apron’s skirt. Her introduction of the chair hadn’t gone as well as it might, so when Skye emerges with one end of a table, the FAWNatics erupt with excitement.
Mitchell gets the folding furniture halfway from under cover when suddenly a portion lurches back under, confusion evident in the eyes of Skye. Mitchell tugs again, this time getting the table three-quarters of the way before the direction reverses to half. Finally, with a mighty tug, the table is fully exposed…as is Soshana Soto desperately hanging onto the other end.
SOSHANA SOTO
Lil So-So, dressed in form-hugging, red and green, two-piece battle gear, covers her face for a spilt-second before realizing the jig is up. Dawson’s Charliente teammate backs away from a livid Mitchell, scooting around a corner to move out of Skye’s line of fire.
During the table tug of war, Dawson’s used the steel divider to reach her feet and, as Skye unfolds and places the table in place, the Blackheart rattles enough marbles back into place to reach for her former friend’s shoulder-length, flaxen locks.
Startled from her six, Skye’s head is drawn back by Dawson and SLAMMED into the top of the mobile counter.
Unfortunately for Skylar, she stumbles away from the collision in the direction of a suddenly more assertive Soshana, who NAILS Mitchell under the chin with a stiff European via Mexican Uppercut.
The shaken Mitchell bounces like a ping pong ball between the two malicious colleagues, each taking turns jaw-jacking the blonde with forearm blows until Skye is nearly out on her feet and in Charlie’s possession.
Charlie dips and scoops Mitchell onto her right shoulder, then lightly drops the interloper atop the table, the near edge of the top a couple feet from the apron.
“A reminder,” Castle shouts to Dawson, “There are no DQs but falls don’t count anywhere. You’ll have to come back in here to win.”
“Aww. That’s so sweet of you, Nick,” the Desert Diva replies. “You’ve realized I’m winning. Thanks for the advice. Didn’t need it. But thanks.”
Charlie hops to the mat outside the ropes and gives Skylar a hungry glance, licking her lips.
Apparently, the damage won’t be enough for the Blackheart from this position. She strides to the buckles and climbs from the outside, ending perched on top in a low crouch. As Charlie rises slightly to set for launch and the violent end of her former friend, Skye stirs, groaning. Before the raven-haired wrestler can hurry her takeoff, Mitchell absently rolls off the table, a meaty THWAP landing the blonde on the thinly-padded cement.
“Oh for God’s…” Charlie grumbles.
“Get her back on there, So-So. If you please,” Dawson demands as delicately as she’s able.
Soto moves to Mitchell and peels Skye off the arena floor. She sinks her digits into the second-generation superstar’s dirty blonde locks and readies another trip of forehead to plywood for Skylar, but Mitchell’s right arm shoots out, her palm acting as a brake.
The prodigal daughter elbows Soshana between the eyes and grabs hold of Soto’s lush ebony mane. She SLAMS the skull of the Mexican firecracker into the table. So-So whiplashes away from the collision, ending on her backside, dark eyes glazed.
“Looks like you’ll have to come down and finish me off yourself.”
An incensed Charlie drops to the apron, Mitchell motioning her to the floor to continue the fight.
When Dawson seems reticent, Skye takes the extra time afforded her to grab Soto by the scruff of the neck and the back rim of her trunks. She runs Soshana to the rail, tossing the Mexican spitfire into the front row. The returning Sweetheart dusts off her hands in dramatic fashion and again signals for Charlie to join her.
“Unless you have another of your adopted Latina losers under the ring, it’s just you and me. Let’s finish this!”
The ivory-skinned Desert Diva waves for Mitchell to move back and Skylar takes the requisite steps, prompting a skittish Charlie to descend to the floor.
“She was insurance for one of your incessant sisters. Nothing more,” Charlie insists.
“She’s a member of the audience now,” Skye proudly informs.
The Blackheart considers locking up, then shakes her head.
“Back in the ring, bytch,” Dawson stipulates. “I’m not a barroom brawler.”
The ebony-maned grappler slides back in and pops to her feet, motioning Mitchell to join her.
Skylar shrugs, pushes the table to the apron’s edge, then maneuvers around the far side, climbing to the canvas. The dirty blonde watches her foe intently as she slips a leg through. As the second lower limb follows, Charlie strikes, sprinting to the entering Mitchell and pounding away with hammer blows to her former partner’s spine and skull.
Thumping the still standing Mitchell into a daze, Dawson leaps to the nearby middle ropes and springboards in a u-turn to NAIL Skye with a Diving Leg Lariat.
Diving Leg Lariat ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=EOxziLP3aM8 )
The women land with Charlie’s leg across Skye’s throat, the fan favorite spasming like a fish out of water from the impact, grasping at her windpipe, drawing in ragged breaths.
Dawson scrambles atop the breathless blonde, hooking both legs and rolling Mitchell to a cradled back press pin for the win at…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
Skye kicks loose, the fight between the former tag champion team bringing the sellout throng to its feet.
Charlie screams in frustration, tearing at her raven locks.
“STAY DOWN!”
Dawson surrounds Mitchell’s noggin with stereo grips on the blonde’s ears, ripping a yipping Skye to her feet. The Blackheart exchanges her grip for one around the left wrist of the bedraggled Carolina Cutie.
Charlie pivots and sends Skye rushing to the distant corner with an Irish Whip, or that was the plan. Instead, the beloved legacy of the Mitchell clan reverses and it’s the Desert Diva racing to the corner, turning into a heavy back-first collision.
Racing after her former friend, Mitchell dips a shoulder to run Dawson through with a spear to her adversary’s ivory-skinned midriff. But Charlie uses the uppermost cables on either side of the corner to launch and let Skye pass under.
Mitchell manages to put on the brakes before any serious damage is done.
As she backpedals and spins to find Dawson, Charlie’s raced to the ropes in front of her. She leaps to the middle stands, grabbing the top for a split-second, and springboarding HIGH toward a crossbody splash.
Springboard Crossbody ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=0Ed92Lvqk_o )
But Skylar knows her former partner almost as well as herself and, instead of getting crushed beneath the splash, Mitchell is ready with Greetings from Charlotte, the superkick of FAWN superkicks to put Charlie to sleep.
Superkick to springboarding foe ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=lFxs_blZHf4 ) :04
Alas, fate steps in to save Dawson, for the moment, the savage force of the perfect punt sending Charlie’s senses to next week but also rolling her under the bottom rope before she plops in a spreadeagle atop the table.
Though Skye comes up short in a diving attempt to stop Dawson from mindlessly exiting the confines of the ring, she quickly resets, moving to the corner from where Charlie threatened her with match extinction. Mitchell heads to the top and hovers high over the splayed Blackheart to the great excitement then consternation of the crowd.
For as the dirty blonde rises from her crouch to launch, whether cognizant or her dire circumstances not, Dawson trundles off the table, seemingly unaware of her good fortune in returning to semi-consciousness.
But there’s more to the FAWNatics’ distressed calls to the Lil’est Mitchell. Lil So-So, having emerged from the crowd around the corner from where she initially went in, leaps to the apron behind Skye and shoves Mitchell’s backside with both hands.
There’s no chance a wide-eyed Skye can keep her balance and she flips in mid-air to a heartrending CRASH THROUGH THE TABLE, LEAVING THE TOP IN SHARDS. The annihilated Skylar isn’t any better, starfished within the rubble.
With a silenced crowd looking on, a weak and wobbly Dawson staggers to the apron’s edge and throws herself under the ropes. Once inside, she uses them to reach her feet and guide her to what has become tonight’s infamous corner.
Outside, Muy Caliente’s Mexican Firecracker sifts through the debris to pull a barely aware Mitchell out. Soto lifts the deflated blonde, ushering her to the ring shoulder to shoulder.
“In you go, gringa,” Soshana says, ‘hupping’ Skye to the canvas and rolling her carcass into the legal battleground.
Leaning back-first against the buckles, Charlie watches as consciousness begins to seep into her ruined rival. With Mitchell stirring, Dawson knows she must make the trip to the top one final time. She carefully mounts the buckles and waits for Skye’s stubbornness to bring about her end.
Indeed, the persistent Skylar pushes to boot soles, though appearing as if in a drunken stupor.
Slowly, she circles to find the Blackheart and, even in her deteriorated state, Charlie locates the muscle memory to flawlessly leap in a twisting flight that ends with Dawson NAILING Skye with an immaculate Charlie Cutter.
Charlie Cutter (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=P53Lflg9OC0 )
A loud groan emanates from every FAWNatic in the house as the impact sends Mitchell to an unconscious spreadeagle. No woman had EVER kicked out of the fatal finisher. Neither would Skylar Mitchell with the…
ONE…
TWO…
THREEE!
Outside, Soshana slaps the canvas in celebration, then zooms under the ropes as the announcer makes the result official.
“Your winner…via pinfall…the Blackheart…Charlie Dawson!”
Soto peels the Desert Diva off the remains of her former partner, gives the raven-haired wrestler an embrace and lifts Dawson’s left arm high as Castle raises her right.
At first, Charlie seems barely aware she’s won the match, but Dawson slowly has the result grow clear as she gazes upon the wrecked body of the comatose Mitchell.
“I said I’d beat that privileged trash. I SAID IT. AND THERE SHE IS! Your family can’t get you everything little girl and they sure as hell can’t save your ass from me.”
With Skye regaining a shred of her awareness and rolling to her chest, Dawson moves to her former bestie’s feet.
Charlie lifts and steps over Skye’s left leg, dropping to a knee, then reaches forward to complete an STF.
STF ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=ToK9prRvtI0&t=9s ) :44
Dawson violently twists the captured Skye, determined to snap one if not multiple vertebrae in the blonde’s neck and back, making certain this would be the last match of the Carolina Cutie’s career.
As Mitchell manically taps and howls in anguish, a brunette in suspiciously similar battle attire as Skye gallops down the ramp and aisle, even if with a hitch in her giddy-up. She slides into the ring at Soto’s six o’clock.
CYNTHIA MITCHELL
Grabbing Soshana by a shoulder, she spins the fiery Latina to face her and PLUNGES a toe kick into the golden-brown midriff of the Mexican, doubling Soto at the waist. A disheveled CYNTHIA F’N MITCHELL, not fully recovered from her own prior battle, double underhooks the arms of the bent beauty and SPIKES So-So’s face and forehead into the deck with a devastating Drop Out.
Drop Out ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=34UOY9Tjejo ) :10
The THUMP of the canvas prompts a confused Charlie to spin to the sound and the risen Carolina Hurricane NAILS Dawson with a superkick almost as sweet as her sister’s.
The Blackheart pirouettes back to the elder Mitchell who quickly captures Dawson in a dragon sleeper grip. With adrenaline pumping at supersized levels, the Hellion lifts her left leg, draping it across Charlie’s throat, then forces Dawson to suffer the Cardinal Cyn.
Cardinal Cyn ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=eu3bOHMtcDA ) .
Sent to unconsciousness seconds after her Charliente cohort, the Blackheart is splayed beneath the Cynful One’s splits.
Job one done, sisterly concern emerges as Cynthia scrambles to her mewling sibling.
Mitchell gingerly helps Mitchell to her feet. They hover over the splayed Charlie and Soshana, both struggling to contain their rage and the urge for immediate payback.
Cyn convinces Skye the score should not be settled tonight. Not like this.
But soon the Mitchells would be the dispensers of the worst case of karma Charlie Dawson and Lil’ So-So have ever received.
When Taylor Swift’s ‘Style’ emerges from the speakers, the masses are instantly aware the woman who turned her back on them and her fellow American Sweetheart partner to meet her own selfish desires is on her way.
(https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-CmadmM5cOk )
A moment later, a spotlight shines on the raven-haired turncoat, the dark hair contrasting dramatically with her perfectly pale skin but complementing her resentful attitude. The stunning dimpled Blackheart angrily shouts at the duplicitous throng. The crowd tests their lungs in response, jeering at their former Sweetheart.
CHARLIE DAWSON
The gorgeous grappler offers a double middle-finger salute to the embittered crowd.
Playfully, she cups a hand to her ear as she loiters center stage, acting as if she can’t hear the people who once adored her.
Satisfied, a smirking Charlie heads for the ring, the despicable Blackheart psyching out a few simpletons who swing and miss on her offered palm when she pulls it away, Dawson chuckling at the stupidity of the dimwits.
Reaching the squared circle, the former Darling of the Desert slides under the bottom rope, springs to her feet and unzips her hoodie, now blood red instead of the pink of the ‘good ole days’. Dawson slips it off to reveal a similarly hued spandex two piece, the cut of the spandex much less modest around her chest and ass, raising the blood pressure of the spectators further.
Miss Swift’s intro fades below the hateful din of the crowd and the ring announcer sees if he can reach above them.
“The next match is scheduled for one fall with NO TIME LIMIT and NO DQs!”
The FAWNatics take to those stipulations, particularly when Charlie seems upset by them.
“First, standing 5 feet 2 inches tall and weighing in at 112 pounds, from Spokane, Washington via Albuquerque, New Mexico...America’s Blackheart…Charlie Dawson!”
Charlie exchanges her hoodie for the microphone by dropping it over the announcer’s head and snatching the stick from the temporarily blinded presenter.
“Skye. You made a fatal mistake following me back here and sticking your nose in my business. You should have let me finish off Ivy and Cynthia’s careers as evidenced by another classic crash and burn for the tag titles tonight. BUT NO! Your obsession with me wouldn’t allow it. Now I’m going to finish you instead. Just the way it should be.”
Charlie tosses the mic to the canvas and strides to her corner, turning and leaning into the buckles with a look of absolute arrogance and disdain, ignoring the roiling boil of revulsion from the arena’s inhabitants.
The crowd is at a fever pitch, enthusiastic in their hate for Dawson but also wired for the return of the beloved youngest member of the Mitchell clan, Skylar having made only one FAWN appearance in four years, that in a multi-person match at Mania 2022.
Darius Rucker’s ‘Southern Style’ plays over the speakers and the crowd jumps to its feet as the diminutive brunette turned dirty blonde races to center stage, pumping her fist earnestly at the manic multitude before heading for the field of combat containing her former bestie.
(http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hpKFRP05Po4 )
Old school FAWN fans note the similarity in Skylar’s togs and the gear worn by her older sister Cynthia at the beginning of her career. They are not unhappy with the alterations as well, cutting the violet togs in two, tight spandex top and trunks, white pads and boots completing the wardrobe.
SKYLAR MITCHELL
Skye makes it a point to slap EVERY single hand offered her way-- ESPECIALLY the younger ones--as she lopes down the aisle, toward the ring.
When she reaches it, her disposition changes instantly, staring fiercely at Charlie.
“Looks like the Hellions weren’t quite over the beating I gave them?” the Blackheart shouts from her corner. “I should get a share of those tag belts?”
Skye hops to the apron, then grabs the top rope and leaps over. She goes chest to chest with Charlie and utters but one word.
“Dead.”
Nick Castle pries between the former partners and guides Mitchell back to the opposite buckles as the announcer, having recovered his microphone, offers his formal introduction.
“And her opponent, hailing from Charlotte, North Carolina, she stands five feet one inch tall, and weighs in at one-hundred and fourteen pounds...please welcome...the morning star of a wrestling dynasty, THE LIL’EST BUT BADDEST MITCHELL…SKKKYYYLLLAAARRR!!!!!”
The ovation for the prodigal Lil Sis is prodigious. The legacy of FAWN’s First Family is in safe hands unless, of course, Charlie has her way.
Settling into her corner, Mitchell takes in a deep breath, hoping to lower the temperature of her temper so she doesn’t make a mistake. But tonight’s match is about more than winning and Skye shows it in her emerald eyes. She’s determined to put Charlie in her place and, if that means a hospital bed, so be it.
As the bell rings, there’s no hesitation between the former tag champions, Mitchell and Dawson charging to the middle and laying into each other with furious fists. With Charlie getting the worst of the opening flurry, she dips and grabs the blonde around the waist, tripping her foe to the canvas, ending astride the Mitchell clan’s last best hope.
The Desert Diva sends a barrage of combinations raining down into the cage of Skye’s defensive forearms, Cynthia’s Lil Sis blocking most of the fire, but the Blackheart slipping enough around the guard to rock Mitchell from side to side. That is until Skylar rocks her former bestie to her back in a barrel roll and takes her turn in charge, repaying with interest, thumping little sets of balled digits between and around Charlie’s defenses.
Castle stands beside the growing carnage, observing closely. But with the ‘no DQ’ rules in place, there’s no reason to stop Skye from laying the wood to the raven-haired Blackheart.
Finally, Charlie bucks her rider off and butt-scoots to a corner where Dawson uses the buckles at her back to rise. Skye steps forward to continue the assault, but the hated member of America’s former Sweethearts sweeps Mitchell by at an elbow and shoulder, exchanging places with her former collaborator. Grabbing the ropes on either side of the blonde, Dawson lifts a knee, plunging it DEEP into Mitchell’s solar plexus, driving the air from Skye, Mitchell doubling over with a gasp, eyes bulging.
Charlie follows with a European Uppercut, snapping the head of the Carolina Cutie in whiplash fashion, Skylar throwing her arms over the top rope on either side to stay upright from the blast of a blow.
Dawson hops to the middle ropes with Mitchell’s dirty blonde locks tight in her left hand. She forces Skye’s head back, Mitchell left to stare into the steely eyes of the turncoat above her. Again, Dawson brings the fists and the pain, POUNDING her way toward a ten-spot before Mitchell interrupts at ‘NINE’ when she wraps her arms around Dawson’s thighs.
Skye strides toward the middle with the Desert Diva squirming in her clutches. Dawson continues to throw hands until Skylar genuflects, splitting Charlie’s wickets with a savage Inverted Atomic Drop that has Dawson hopping into the air after impact.
Flawless face etched in pain, hands buried between her thighs, Charlie is frozen in place from the nasty incursion, the crowd roaring in appreciation for their returning Sweetheart sending pulsating waves of pain through the ivory-skinned terror.
The Lil’est Mitchell turns to the FAWNatics with a mischievous grin, motioning to the throng she’s happy to oblige them in dishing it out to this familiar and contemptible opponent.
Apparently deciding she’s having a hell of a good time brawling with her former friend, a grinning Skye pops Charlie’s chin with a series of lightning left jabs, floating like a butterfly and stinging like a bee against the stationary target. With Dawson’s hands protecting her crotch, it’s open season topside for the Carolina Cutie, Skye finally loading up a bolo punch she swings in a great loop, driving it harshly into Dawson’s jaw and laying out the Blackheart.
Standing above a splayed Charlie, Skylar fashions a frame out of her thumbs and forefingers, placing the dastardly Dawson within. The blonde slips through the ropes and, once on the apron’s edge, snatches the uppermost cable with both hands. The last of her familt’s legacy leaps over and DRIVES a springboard elbow drop into the sternum of the Blackheart.
Springboard Elbow Drop ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=gS_7LdeDV7k )
As a grimacing, raven-maned Charlie rolls away to create some distance, Mitchell slides under the ropes and slips under the skirt of the apron, drawing a roar from the crowd.
Laying waste to Ivy and Cynthia at All Hallows Evil, Charlie’s made a special place on Skye’s shit list, a name for which she’s apparently ready to do anything to cross through.
Emerging from beneath, Mitchell has a folding steel chair in hand. She slides it into the squared circle, quickly following behind.
With Charlie reaching her feet a few steps away, Skylar charges her former partner without the weapon.
Dawson pivots and seems to have turned the tables, plucking the blonde off the deck for a slam of some kind. But the speed Skye generates allows her to slip out of Dawson’s initial grip, spinning around her foe.
Worried about what Mitchell might do at the end of her orbits, the Blackheart manages to toss her foe in the air, but it only allows Mitchell to end the maneuver in more spectacular fashion. The blonde SPIKES the crown of Charlie’s skull into the thinly-sheathed plywood with a Satellite DDT
Satellite DDT ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=Hdw9alwGyCw )
The momentum of the collision forces Dawson to a seated position for a moment before she faints to the canvas, seemingly out cold at Skye’s side.
But the Lil’est Mitchell’s revenge tour is not so short.
The Carolina Cutie grabs Charlie’s wrists and pulls her flaccid frame conspicuously in front of a corner. With Dawson just so, Skylar grabs the discarded chair and climbs to the top, turning to face her target, while pressing the steel to her chest. Ready to deliver a supercharged frog splash that might break ribs but would certainly break Charlie for an easy 1-2-3, Mitchell launches from the penthouse
Fortified with the folding furniture grasped tightly to her spandex-covered bosom, the last of the Mitchell clan, tucks her legs tight at the height of her flight, then spreads wide with the metal at her center, aimed directly at the open midriff of the splayed Dawson.
Frog splash ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=aqBLHwODOts ) :06
The crowd’s roars turn to doleful groans that can’t hope to mask the sickening CLACK as the Blackheart rolls clear of Skye’s landing, Mitchell hitting the floorboards with no human crash pad between.
Skye rolls and spasms around the ring. Having tossed the dented chair aside, Mitchell hugs her torso tight, as if she’s trying to keep internal organs in their proper location.
Charlie slowly climbs to her feet, not quite in condition to fully enjoy the sight of a shuddering Skye.
However, the raven-haired wrestler manages to stagger to the steel chair and kick it next to Mitchell. Skylar shoves it away a few feet, drawing a sour sneer from Dawson.
“Uh uh,” the Blackheart says, shaking an index finger at her former bestie.
“You’re the one who upped the ante Lil’est Loser.”
Dawson fetches the furniture, grasps it so the rounded end is pointed toward her fellow lightweight and RAMS the top of the back rest into Skye’s tummy. A loud breathless moan escapes Mitchell’s lips as she jackknifes beneath, and again the dirty blonde is hugging herself midriff tight.
Her pale-skinned attacker then places the chair flat, plucks Skye’s noggin off the canvas and lays her right temple and cheek atop the seat pan.
Turning, Charlie races to the ropes and rebounds. She sprints to liftoff as she approaches her target, then drops a knee to sandwich Mitchell’s head between bone and metal.
Thankfully for the Mitchell-loving masses, Skylar shifts her vulnerable pate off the chair and Dawson’s kneecap THWACKS into the steel.
Charlie howls in anguish as she rolls around the canvas, holding her folded right leg tight.
With both women undone by their attempt to use the weapon, it’s a race to see who can recover, the crowd amusing themselves with a rhythmic clap, hoping the Carolina Cutie can beat her erstwhile friend to verticality.
The persistent blonde forces through the aches to reach her feet first and wobble toward Charlie. Snatching a handful of her foe’s sable locks, Skye pulls Dawson to her feet and leads her back to the increasingly bent and broken weapon.
With the combatants on either side, Charlie thrusts a straightedge fashioned from her right set of fingers into Skylar’s throat. Mitchell gags and gasps, her emerald eyes wide and watering. Breathless, Skye is gutted with a follow-up toe kick to the navel from the turncoat. With Mitchell doubled at the waist, Dawson sinks her nails into the dirty blonde tresses of her hated enemy and sits out, drawing Skye down with her and CLACKING Mitchell’s face and forehead into the unforgiving steel, courtesy a sit-out facebuster.
Sit-out facebuster ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=RpnzViYNrtQ ) :02
The FAWNatics groan from the sight and sound of the impact, a few turning away to miss the frightful collision. When they spin back, they witness the body of a face down Mitchell twitch a few times before falling still, Skye barely conscious of her surroundings from the brutal blow.
Sitting a few feet distant, a smiling Charlie shakes her head.
“You really thought it was a good idea bringing a chair in here with me? Bytch. You know between us; I’ve got the balls!”
Dawson spins to all fours and crawls to the splayed Skye. Charlie shoves the deadweight to her back, the blonde flopping to a wide, motionless starfish when flipped like an adorable pancake.
But a crossbody pin won’t be good enough to end this conflict for Dawson. Instead, the raven-haired Blackheart mounts Mitchell in a schoolgirl pin, pale shins atop lightly tanned biceps, Skylar’s chin tight to Charlie’s crotch. Dawson looks down imperiously on the glassy-eyed blonde.
“It’s the natural order, loser. And you came all the way back here to remind yourself. Well done.”
Pinning the limp wrists of the Carolina Cutie to the canvas above her noggin, the Blackheart calls on Castle to confirm the survival of the fittest with his…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOO!
Mitchell throws a shoulder off the canvas with Nick’s palm a few inches short of the final slap, Skylar bucking Charlie off her ride, though not completely.
Dawson slides down Skye’s frame to reestablish her kneeling straddle and delivers a series of forearms to her rival’s jaw to keep Mitchell sedated. Charlie uses the bosom of her former friend to push to her feet, then plants a boot atop the spandex-covered chest of the demolished second-generation superstar.
The crowd voices its displeasure as Charlie raises her arms high and wide while Castle drops to the deck and dutifully counts out…
ONE…
TWO…
Skye throws off Charlie’s oppressive boot, the Blackheart paying for her arrogance with a nearfall not near as near as her previous effort.
Dawson catches her balance after a single unsteady step. The Blackheart is not a happy camper; shown up by the determination of her former partner.
Dawson fumes, eyes closing to focused slits. Charlie slaps her chest.
“Get your ass up, mama’s girl. Find out what it’s like to get your behind beat over and over by a woman who’s earned her place.”
Being called out by her piece of crap ex-partner, not to mention said bytch bringing her mother into the smack talk, gives Skylar the energy to rise if unsteadily, even if it’s to fuck around and find out from her nasty counterpart.
Charlie paintbrushes the cheek of the legacy, snapping the dirty blonde’s head violently to the side.
When Mitchell’s gaze returns to go nose to nose with Dawson, Skye’s senses seem to have returned, the Carolinian snapped back to awareness and anger aimed at the Blackheart with it.
Her features showing heightened concern, Charlie loads another open hand and SMACKS the same reddening cheek, again spinning Mitchell’s noggin. And again, when the features return, there’s a further fury in her green eyes.
The Blackheart throws out her palms, pleading as she backs away, intimidated by the rage of a seething Mitchell.
“Let’s be sensible,” Dawson implores. “There’s no need to lose control, Skye.”
“No?” Mitchell asks.
Charlie shakes her head, dropping to one knee in a plaintive genuflection, palms outstretched in supplication. Suddenly, they shoot forward, nails bared to scrape across Skye’s peepers, but the former American Sweetheart snatches Charlie’s wrists, keeping clear of the jagged stilettoes.
Mitchell yanks Dawson to her feet and transfers her grip to the raven-haired grappler’s left wrist and shoulder. She heaves her fellow lightweight to the far ropes with an Irish Whip, following behind the sprinting Charlie. Dawson barely makes the u-turn out of the rubber-coated steel before being levelled with a Spinning Heel Kick catching her flush in the chin. Dawson’s lower limbs fly in front of her as the back of her skull THUMPS against the deck.
Spinning Heel Kick ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=ExCas-FgOEs ) :17
A dazed Dawson cradles her head with both hands and, showing she’s no rookie, rolls out under the bottom rope. She staggers to the steel barricade separating fighter from fan, leaning heavily against the metal divider.
Receiving a pat on the back from a denizen of the front row, Charlie acts as if she’s been touched by a leper, bolting toward the apron’s edge. It’s a mistake in judgment as Skye’s been busy in the ring. Mitchell, having bounded to and away from the far cables, streaks across the canvas and leaps between the top and middle ropes.
The airborne Skylar’s left arm surrounds Charlie’s braincase. The momentum of the featherweight swings the blonde around her diminutive foil, spinning Dawson, then POUNDING the crown of her foe’s cranium into the thinly padded FAWN Arena floor with a Skye High (Suicide Tornado DDT).
Skye High ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=7oa8ZuXHXOI ) :19
The demolished Charlie slides to a stop at the feet of the same fan who designed to touch her moments before. He nudges her with the toe of a sneaker under the divider. There’s no response, Mitchell having removed all but the slightest remnant of Dawson’s consciousness.
A wincing Mitchell pushes to her feet, adrenaline covering a significant number of maladies for the time being.
Holding a grudge with both hands, Skye scoops Charlie under her arms and props her against the steel barrier in a seated position. The generally judicious Lil’est Mitchell shows what she thinks of her former tag partner, turning and dipping her derriere, then backing her tiny taut ass into Charlie’s mug. Skye gives Dawson an up close and personal face scrubbing with a modified version of her ‘Kiss My Grits’ stinkface, rub-a-dub-dubbing the Blackheart’s features with a twisting twerk that returns a flailing Charlie back to awareness.
With the crowd roaring, Skylar relents and pulls away from the greasy, pale face of the Blackheart, Dawson sputtering out the humidity from Skylar’s spandex-sheathed buttocks while drawing in deep breaths between.
“You…bytch…” she stammers breathlessly. “You’re…going…”
Charlie’s impending threat is cut short when Mitchell THUMPS a punt to the cleft of Charlie’s modest bosom, rocking Dawson, the former tag champ covering her chest from another potential kick to her gurls.
But Mitchell is otherwise engaged, searching under the apron’s skirt. Her introduction of the chair hadn’t gone as well as it might, so when Skye emerges with one end of a table, the FAWNatics erupt with excitement.
Mitchell gets the folding furniture halfway from under cover when suddenly a portion lurches back under, confusion evident in the eyes of Skye. Mitchell tugs again, this time getting the table three-quarters of the way before the direction reverses to half. Finally, with a mighty tug, the table is fully exposed…as is Soshana Soto desperately hanging onto the other end.
SOSHANA SOTO
Lil So-So, dressed in form-hugging, red and green, two-piece battle gear, covers her face for a spilt-second before realizing the jig is up. Dawson’s Charliente teammate backs away from a livid Mitchell, scooting around a corner to move out of Skye’s line of fire.
During the table tug of war, Dawson’s used the steel divider to reach her feet and, as Skye unfolds and places the table in place, the Blackheart rattles enough marbles back into place to reach for her former friend’s shoulder-length, flaxen locks.
Startled from her six, Skye’s head is drawn back by Dawson and SLAMMED into the top of the mobile counter.
Unfortunately for Skylar, she stumbles away from the collision in the direction of a suddenly more assertive Soshana, who NAILS Mitchell under the chin with a stiff European via Mexican Uppercut.
The shaken Mitchell bounces like a ping pong ball between the two malicious colleagues, each taking turns jaw-jacking the blonde with forearm blows until Skye is nearly out on her feet and in Charlie’s possession.
Charlie dips and scoops Mitchell onto her right shoulder, then lightly drops the interloper atop the table, the near edge of the top a couple feet from the apron.
“A reminder,” Castle shouts to Dawson, “There are no DQs but falls don’t count anywhere. You’ll have to come back in here to win.”
“Aww. That’s so sweet of you, Nick,” the Desert Diva replies. “You’ve realized I’m winning. Thanks for the advice. Didn’t need it. But thanks.”
Charlie hops to the mat outside the ropes and gives Skylar a hungry glance, licking her lips.
Apparently, the damage won’t be enough for the Blackheart from this position. She strides to the buckles and climbs from the outside, ending perched on top in a low crouch. As Charlie rises slightly to set for launch and the violent end of her former friend, Skye stirs, groaning. Before the raven-haired wrestler can hurry her takeoff, Mitchell absently rolls off the table, a meaty THWAP landing the blonde on the thinly-padded cement.
“Oh for God’s…” Charlie grumbles.
“Get her back on there, So-So. If you please,” Dawson demands as delicately as she’s able.
Soto moves to Mitchell and peels Skye off the arena floor. She sinks her digits into the second-generation superstar’s dirty blonde locks and readies another trip of forehead to plywood for Skylar, but Mitchell’s right arm shoots out, her palm acting as a brake.
The prodigal daughter elbows Soshana between the eyes and grabs hold of Soto’s lush ebony mane. She SLAMS the skull of the Mexican firecracker into the table. So-So whiplashes away from the collision, ending on her backside, dark eyes glazed.
“Looks like you’ll have to come down and finish me off yourself.”
An incensed Charlie drops to the apron, Mitchell motioning her to the floor to continue the fight.
When Dawson seems reticent, Skye takes the extra time afforded her to grab Soto by the scruff of the neck and the back rim of her trunks. She runs Soshana to the rail, tossing the Mexican spitfire into the front row. The returning Sweetheart dusts off her hands in dramatic fashion and again signals for Charlie to join her.
“Unless you have another of your adopted Latina losers under the ring, it’s just you and me. Let’s finish this!”
The ivory-skinned Desert Diva waves for Mitchell to move back and Skylar takes the requisite steps, prompting a skittish Charlie to descend to the floor.
“She was insurance for one of your incessant sisters. Nothing more,” Charlie insists.
“She’s a member of the audience now,” Skye proudly informs.
The Blackheart considers locking up, then shakes her head.
“Back in the ring, bytch,” Dawson stipulates. “I’m not a barroom brawler.”
The ebony-maned grappler slides back in and pops to her feet, motioning Mitchell to join her.
Skylar shrugs, pushes the table to the apron’s edge, then maneuvers around the far side, climbing to the canvas. The dirty blonde watches her foe intently as she slips a leg through. As the second lower limb follows, Charlie strikes, sprinting to the entering Mitchell and pounding away with hammer blows to her former partner’s spine and skull.
Thumping the still standing Mitchell into a daze, Dawson leaps to the nearby middle ropes and springboards in a u-turn to NAIL Skye with a Diving Leg Lariat.
Diving Leg Lariat ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=EOxziLP3aM8 )
The women land with Charlie’s leg across Skye’s throat, the fan favorite spasming like a fish out of water from the impact, grasping at her windpipe, drawing in ragged breaths.
Dawson scrambles atop the breathless blonde, hooking both legs and rolling Mitchell to a cradled back press pin for the win at…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
Skye kicks loose, the fight between the former tag champion team bringing the sellout throng to its feet.
Charlie screams in frustration, tearing at her raven locks.
“STAY DOWN!”
Dawson surrounds Mitchell’s noggin with stereo grips on the blonde’s ears, ripping a yipping Skye to her feet. The Blackheart exchanges her grip for one around the left wrist of the bedraggled Carolina Cutie.
Charlie pivots and sends Skye rushing to the distant corner with an Irish Whip, or that was the plan. Instead, the beloved legacy of the Mitchell clan reverses and it’s the Desert Diva racing to the corner, turning into a heavy back-first collision.
Racing after her former friend, Mitchell dips a shoulder to run Dawson through with a spear to her adversary’s ivory-skinned midriff. But Charlie uses the uppermost cables on either side of the corner to launch and let Skye pass under.
Mitchell manages to put on the brakes before any serious damage is done.
As she backpedals and spins to find Dawson, Charlie’s raced to the ropes in front of her. She leaps to the middle stands, grabbing the top for a split-second, and springboarding HIGH toward a crossbody splash.
Springboard Crossbody ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=0Ed92Lvqk_o )
But Skylar knows her former partner almost as well as herself and, instead of getting crushed beneath the splash, Mitchell is ready with Greetings from Charlotte, the superkick of FAWN superkicks to put Charlie to sleep.
Superkick to springboarding foe ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=lFxs_blZHf4 ) :04
Alas, fate steps in to save Dawson, for the moment, the savage force of the perfect punt sending Charlie’s senses to next week but also rolling her under the bottom rope before she plops in a spreadeagle atop the table.
Though Skye comes up short in a diving attempt to stop Dawson from mindlessly exiting the confines of the ring, she quickly resets, moving to the corner from where Charlie threatened her with match extinction. Mitchell heads to the top and hovers high over the splayed Blackheart to the great excitement then consternation of the crowd.
For as the dirty blonde rises from her crouch to launch, whether cognizant or her dire circumstances not, Dawson trundles off the table, seemingly unaware of her good fortune in returning to semi-consciousness.
But there’s more to the FAWNatics’ distressed calls to the Lil’est Mitchell. Lil So-So, having emerged from the crowd around the corner from where she initially went in, leaps to the apron behind Skye and shoves Mitchell’s backside with both hands.
There’s no chance a wide-eyed Skye can keep her balance and she flips in mid-air to a heartrending CRASH THROUGH THE TABLE, LEAVING THE TOP IN SHARDS. The annihilated Skylar isn’t any better, starfished within the rubble.
With a silenced crowd looking on, a weak and wobbly Dawson staggers to the apron’s edge and throws herself under the ropes. Once inside, she uses them to reach her feet and guide her to what has become tonight’s infamous corner.
Outside, Muy Caliente’s Mexican Firecracker sifts through the debris to pull a barely aware Mitchell out. Soto lifts the deflated blonde, ushering her to the ring shoulder to shoulder.
“In you go, gringa,” Soshana says, ‘hupping’ Skye to the canvas and rolling her carcass into the legal battleground.
Leaning back-first against the buckles, Charlie watches as consciousness begins to seep into her ruined rival. With Mitchell stirring, Dawson knows she must make the trip to the top one final time. She carefully mounts the buckles and waits for Skye’s stubbornness to bring about her end.
Indeed, the persistent Skylar pushes to boot soles, though appearing as if in a drunken stupor.
Slowly, she circles to find the Blackheart and, even in her deteriorated state, Charlie locates the muscle memory to flawlessly leap in a twisting flight that ends with Dawson NAILING Skye with an immaculate Charlie Cutter.
Charlie Cutter (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=P53Lflg9OC0 )
A loud groan emanates from every FAWNatic in the house as the impact sends Mitchell to an unconscious spreadeagle. No woman had EVER kicked out of the fatal finisher. Neither would Skylar Mitchell with the…
ONE…
TWO…
THREEE!
Outside, Soshana slaps the canvas in celebration, then zooms under the ropes as the announcer makes the result official.
“Your winner…via pinfall…the Blackheart…Charlie Dawson!”
Soto peels the Desert Diva off the remains of her former partner, gives the raven-haired wrestler an embrace and lifts Dawson’s left arm high as Castle raises her right.
At first, Charlie seems barely aware she’s won the match, but Dawson slowly has the result grow clear as she gazes upon the wrecked body of the comatose Mitchell.
“I said I’d beat that privileged trash. I SAID IT. AND THERE SHE IS! Your family can’t get you everything little girl and they sure as hell can’t save your ass from me.”
With Skye regaining a shred of her awareness and rolling to her chest, Dawson moves to her former bestie’s feet.
Charlie lifts and steps over Skye’s left leg, dropping to a knee, then reaches forward to complete an STF.
STF ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=ToK9prRvtI0&t=9s ) :44
Dawson violently twists the captured Skye, determined to snap one if not multiple vertebrae in the blonde’s neck and back, making certain this would be the last match of the Carolina Cutie’s career.
As Mitchell manically taps and howls in anguish, a brunette in suspiciously similar battle attire as Skye gallops down the ramp and aisle, even if with a hitch in her giddy-up. She slides into the ring at Soto’s six o’clock.
CYNTHIA MITCHELL
Grabbing Soshana by a shoulder, she spins the fiery Latina to face her and PLUNGES a toe kick into the golden-brown midriff of the Mexican, doubling Soto at the waist. A disheveled CYNTHIA F’N MITCHELL, not fully recovered from her own prior battle, double underhooks the arms of the bent beauty and SPIKES So-So’s face and forehead into the deck with a devastating Drop Out.
Drop Out ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=34UOY9Tjejo ) :10
The THUMP of the canvas prompts a confused Charlie to spin to the sound and the risen Carolina Hurricane NAILS Dawson with a superkick almost as sweet as her sister’s.
The Blackheart pirouettes back to the elder Mitchell who quickly captures Dawson in a dragon sleeper grip. With adrenaline pumping at supersized levels, the Hellion lifts her left leg, draping it across Charlie’s throat, then forces Dawson to suffer the Cardinal Cyn.
Cardinal Cyn ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=eu3bOHMtcDA ) .
Sent to unconsciousness seconds after her Charliente cohort, the Blackheart is splayed beneath the Cynful One’s splits.
Job one done, sisterly concern emerges as Cynthia scrambles to her mewling sibling.
Mitchell gingerly helps Mitchell to her feet. They hover over the splayed Charlie and Soshana, both struggling to contain their rage and the urge for immediate payback.
Cyn convinces Skye the score should not be settled tonight. Not like this.
But soon the Mitchells would be the dispensers of the worst case of karma Charlie Dawson and Lil’ So-So have ever received.