Post by hawkeye on Dec 31, 2023 3:34:02 GMT
It’s time for another chapter in one of FAWN’s biggest career comebacks in its vaunted history. From disgraced jobber to Lightweight champion, The Burning Rose Crystal Hilton takes on a hot young rookie making her FAWN debut. Will the actress lose her greatest role to date to someone fresh out of wrestling school? Anything’s possible in the Squared Circle.
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Green and orange lights flood the ramp as Hair Up by Justin Timberlake fills the air and gets the hearts of the FAWNatics pulsing at a catchy, rhythmic beat. At the second cry of Hhhhair UP! An ecstatic young woman opens the curtains with a big flourish and starts dancing with her shoulders and fists to the music. She’s a cinnamon-hued beauty with a glorious afro that makes her head a perfect circle. Her lovely red lips curl up, showing a toothpaste commercial smile, and then she bends at the waist with her hands above her knees to speak into a low camera. Unaware she’s giving the building a wonderful view of her cleavage, “Hey everybody! My name’s Elisa, pleased to meet you!”
“Hailing from Hollywood, California and standing at five feet and three inches tall. Weighing in at one hundred and twenty-one pounds, our ‘Little Miracle’. ELISA MELOCOTON!!!!
An echoing cheer from the audience washes over Elisa making her laugh out of joy, the catcalls and whistles becoming lost in the noise. She jumps into the wait with a pumping fist hooting “Wooo!” and sets down the ramp. Little Miracle has a beauty that would make the most introverted admirer go “Damn!” and ensorcelled many infatuated fans to reach across the barrier for hi-fives. Beaming with pure delight, she promenades to the ring with a bounce in her step which puts a bounce in her large chest. She’s keeping decent to the audience’s frustration in an open-backed, strappy emerald green top with lime green trimming that shows enough cleavage to make eye contact a struggle. She wore slightly cheeky bottoms with the same hue and trimming but with the added flare lime green fringe at the hips at accentuated every playful swivel. If anyone cared to look at the rest of Elisa’s gear they’d notice emerald green knee and elbow pads for safety’s sake.
The Little Miracle practically flies up those steel steps to the apron; with a hard, two-handed yank on the top rope, Elisa vaults over the cables into the ring and runs to her corner to stand on the middle buckle. Still bearing that 1000-watt grin, she points to her waist with both index fingers highlighting a thin, ornate gold belt with a stylized peach at the center. The symbol of her mother and still active wrestler, Catalina ‘Miraculous’ Melocoton.
“This one’s for you, Mamá!”
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All of a sudden, we can see photographers lining up in front of the entrance aisle. The lights begin to flicker and a red carpet is rolled down to the ring. We can see an old-school Hollywood countdown landing on the screen.
5
4
3
2
1
It is at that moment that the lights begin to go really crazy and we are able to see a blonde emerging through the curtains to the sound of massive cheers from the audience. She does a twirl and lifts the Fawn Lightweight Championship high into the air before she holds it awkwardly behind her head before she starts to march her way to the ring. She adjusts the title and places it on her shoulder as she stops and admires the screaming crowd that is in front of her.
“Introducing on her way to the ring from Los Angeles, California by way of Detroit Michigan. She is the Countess of Cosplay, The Hollywood Heroine, and of course the Burning Rose. Standing at 5’5 115 pounds. The Lightweight Champion, Crystal Hilton!!!”
Tonight, her attire appears to be her traditional two-piece aqua blue wrestling attire. She wears matching white and blue boots to go with the outfit.
Crystal smiles as she turns her attention over to the newcomer. She raises the Lightweight Championship high into the air before handing it over to the referee. She watches as the referee holds it high into the air and smirks at both women before calling for the bell. Crystal claps her hands as she emerges out of the corner.
“Welcome to the big leagues and your first match here. I bet you didn’t expect to receive a shot at the second most prestigious title in this company on your first night?”
Elisa goes to say something but Crystal cuts her off as a grin escapes her lips as she looks at the entire audience that is cheering her name loudly.
Crystal!
Crystal!
Crystal!
“You hear that?! That is all for me. They all came to see me! A true starlet, a blockbuster hit. The woman who made The Cali-Quake tap out at the biggest show of the year. How are you going to stand any chance against me?!”
Elisa had a humble answer and a handshake at the ready, but seeing how The champ big leagued her at the outset, she’ll make her first impression a memorable one. Elisa shrugs with a quirked lip, “I guess I’ll have to rely on my natural gifts.” Two speedy hands lash out and grab the back of Crystal’s head, plunging her face into the rookie’s cleavage!
“Mmph! Mmmph!” Crystal’s indignant yells and protests are muffled by the rookie’s creamy bounty; Elisa drags the actress’s sputtering face all over her décolletage, smartly teaching Crystal to show her respect and gaining the fans love with a Cantaloupe Tasting. The former TV and current Lightweight champ finally shoves her way free of the jugg scrub but trips over her feet and falls on her ass in front of the challenger. She takes in some deep breaths then quickly and clumsily gets back onto her feet, “It’ll Cough! take more than a great rack to take a title from me!” Elisa hasn’t worked up a sweat yet but the citrusy perfume she applied daintily for some lucky bastard later has Crystal’s eyes stinging and needing a quick rub. When she moves her hands away, she sees Melocoton’s beauteous backside an inch away before it nails her in the face with a Running Hip attack!
MIRACULOUS PEACH
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Hilton drops to the mat for the second time in as many seconds, she’s blown onto her shoulders and has her butt in the air before gravity grants her dignity and she falls flat backed but legs bent. Elisa scampers to her opponent’s right side and lowers into a Crossbody pin with the near leg tightly hooked in. “I know. It’ll take a great ass. Your girlfriend proved that.”
The official gets two swats on the mat in before Crystal gets a shoulder up, it’s a rough start for the champ but she’s not ready to call it. Elisa stays on target and helps her adversary up with a Front Facelock, then takes one of Crystal’s arms and throws it over her neck. She grabs some cloth by the champ’s hip, “How is Cassava? It’s been a while since we spoke.”
Crystal’s pecking punches into Melocoton’s paunch to slow the showy rookie down when that question makes her still, “You know CassaAAH!?”
Elisa hauls the actress into the air with a Suplex lift and keeps her there, the soles of her boots get a tanning from the house lights as the debuting lass answers, “She trained with my mom for a while and we stayed in touch after. I kept tonight a secret though.”
The FAWNatics count off the seconds as the blood rushes to Hilton’s head, she grows flushed though it’s partly from embarrassment. ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR! FIVE! SIX! Before ‘SEVEN’ could be called, Elisa turns to the side of the ring facing the ramp and lowers Hilton till her shins bounce on the uppermost cable. Using the recoil, Elisa swiftly swings the Afro-Latina up over into Slingshot Suplex and thumps Crystal against the ring floor. Crystal turns onto a hip with a grimace and clutches at her lower back while Elisa rolls to a knee, “She’s like a cousin to me.”
Hilton reaches for her back in pain as Elisa doesn’t waste any time yanking the Hollywood Star up to her feet. She tucks her underneath an arm but Hilton shows resiliency as she delivers punch after punch against the side of the rookie. Hilton continues to land shot after shot into the side of the rookie until she finally manages to break free.
Once Crystal has created some distance she doesn’t hesitate to deliver a spinning back kick right to the gut of Elisa. Melocoton clutches at her stomach in pain as Crystal smirks in return.
“To be honest I don’t care about your relationship, I just want to defend my title and be the best…”
With that Hilton jumps on top of Elisa and she forms a grin before she delivers a sunset flip powerbomb pin. She doesn’t bother with holding on for a pinfall. Instead, she focuses on letting go as she decides to make it back to her feet and get flying. Elisa struggles to get up and that is when Hilton uses the ropes as a launch pad. She springs off of them and twists in the air landing with a crossbody right against the inexperienced wrestler. It’s clear that Hilton has decided to turn up the speed as she intends to only kick it up a step further.
“Come on Elisa, I am only getting started…”
The referee drops down to make a count but the Burning Rose lifts up Elisa’s shoulder as she drags her back up to her feet. “Who said I wanted a count just y…”
Before she could finish that statement the rookie is also quick as she delivers some martial arts kicks that stun the rose. She nails with kick after kick causing Hilton to cover up as she backs her way up against the ropes.
Elisa backs away as she motions for the champion to come after her. Hilton shakes the cobwebs off as she walks her way towards the challenger. Elisa is the one to showcase her speed as she sprints full force at Hilton. She jumps up landing on top of Hilton with a Lou Thesz press. The Afro-Latina is sent to the mat as Elisa mounts herself on top of Hilton and nails her with constant lefts and rights to the face.
Elisa lifts herself up and off of the champion as she begins to feel the electricity of the crowd. She raises a fist in the air which gains a pop in return. “Did you have enough Miss Starlet?!”
The Rose is slow to rise up to her feet. She grimaces in pain as her eyes meet with that of the little miracle. Elisa runs after Hilton and leaps up wrapping her legs around Crystal’s head before taking her off of her feet with a headscissors takeover. Melocoton takes this moment to hook a free leg for the pin.
One…
Two…
At the last second Hilton is able to kick out of the move. Elisa pouts angrily for a full second before shaking her head of negative thoughts, “Stay focused.” She takes Hilton by the wrist and rises, urging the champion to do the same by peppering toekicks up and down her flank and back. Crystal yelps and yowls with each smacking blow and tries to stand under the downpour of strikes but her opponent isn’t making it easy, when the acclaimed actress gets to her feet Elisa alters her swing and puts a boot to Crystal’s bottom and nearly knocks the blonde over if not for a frantic windmilling of the arms and a quick grab of the ropes. Hilton whips around angrily and pokes a shaming finger into the upper slope of Elisa’s breast, “You better respect the champ, little girl. I’m not the type to crush rookies but you’re pushing it.”
She’s new but not a pushover, Elisa pokes a finger of her own above Hilton’s heart, “Show some to get some, Miz Streep. Don’t think you can pass up a pin on me and not regret it. If you’re dating Cassava you must like being facesat, so when I beat you I’ll-”
Crystal’s fast hand slaps the rude tone out of the newbie’s mouth and takes a handful of Melocoton’s glorious afro before her neck finishes swivelling. Crystal whips back her other hand to give Elisa a second taste but gets a serving of her own; Elisa gives her a tart slap and goes low as the spit’s still flying from Crystal’s lip. She hoists the Lightweight champ up in a Fireman’s Carry; the following Elisa’s garnered at her nascent career thinks she’s going for a signature Go To Peach and gets loud in the stands, but those cheers to turn to boos when Crystal sends elbow after elbow into the side is Elisa’s face until she can slide down the rookie’s back to freedom. The Burning Rose grabs the Little Miracle’s arm and sends her springing to the ropes with an Irish Whip, Elisa’s barely two steps off the recoil before Hilton’s boot soles leave prints on her face and leave her in a sprawl on the mat. Crystal drops down next to her and scoops both of Melocoto’s legs under an arm into a snug matchbook pin.
“I’ll take your advice.”
ONE!
TWONOOOO!!!!
Elisa gets her shoulder up with time to spare despite her vision swimming like the ring is in the deep end of the pool. Crystal smirks as she makes it back up to her feet. The Little Miracle is slow to rise upwards. Crystal on the other hand is quick on her feet as she sprints as fast as she can towards the ropes. She drops down into a lower dropkick sending Elisa to flip backwards. Hilton watches Elisa struggle to get up to her feet but this is when Crystal decides to go to the back of the Little Miracle’s legs. She bridges them all the way upwards towards Elisa’s head before wrapping her arms underneath her neck placing her into a very tight leg trap camel clutch. She yanks back as far as can making sure that Elisa feels herself being stretched.
“I am not all speed, how is this for my technical ability?!”
Elisa screams as Crystal has it sunk in tightly. She pulls tighter and tighter as she refuses to let go.
“Come on Elisa… It’s okay to say you give up… I won’t hold it against you”
A hot urge flares inside Elisa to say something very R-rated, but her Mamá raised her better than that so she just puts her ire into breaking Hilton’s grip. Crystal yanks back on the debuting challenger’s chin slowly and torturously bending the Californian closer and closer to a right angle. Elisa’s squealing like a teakettle from the pain but salvation is in sight. She has Crystal’s left pinky and ring finger pulled away, she just has to crank them- Crystal abandons half the chinlock and pounds her forearm over and over against Elisa’s nape, not stopping till the FAWN freshie is a puddle of a woman. The champion lets Elisa flop to the mat and undoes the tangle of their legs.
“I could end this now, but why not finish the match with style?” Crystal boasts as she stands and steps through the ropes. Practically skipping along the apron to the ring post, she points at the nearest camera, “Everybody loves a big climatic finish!” Crystal leaps to the top turnbuckle with the grace of a cat and slowly stands up with her hands raised to build anticipation. The FAWNatics fill the air with OOOHHH then burst into explosive cheers as the Burning Rose jumps into the atmosphere with a slew of gymnastics, her body flipping through one and a half rotations.
STUNTWORK(450 Splash)
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BWWAM!
And misses!
Elisa rolls clear at the last moment letting Hilton crash and burn. The wilted rose does a hard bellyflop on what amounts to a plywood floor, Crystal bounces off the unforgiving surface once and lands again on her front. She’s lucky she didn’t break her nose, She’s unlucky that the match is still going; Elisa pounces on the vulnerable actress and takes Crystal’s right arm and wraps it around her knee in a back-seizing Hammerlock, she applies a DEEP single leg Boston Crab, nearly putting Crystal in a hands-free handstand.
CAMPFIRE COCKTAIL(0:05)
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Hilton lets out a howling scream as her back is lifted well off of the canvas. Her body gets twisted and twisted as Elisa gets the better of her. The more Hilton howls, the more that the Little Miracle yanks up on Hilton’s leg forcing more pain to apply to the lower back of the Afro-Latina. The Rose warrior pounds on the mat in frustration as she pushes herself off of the canvas. It results in even more pain but with a twisting of the body Crystal somehow is able to push Elisa off of her.
Crystal takes this window of opportunity to crawl her way over towards the ropes. She grabs a hold of them and helps herself back up to her feet. Crystal favors her leg as Elisa is already back up to her feet. She sprints as fast as she can towards the veteran and just when she is about to reach her the champion drops down to the ground and she pulls the top cable down forcing the younger star to tumble over the ropes and to the outside of the ring.
Elisa lands outside with a loud thud. She slowly tries to rise back up to a vertical base and that is when Crystal measures up her opponent. Without hesitation she plancha’s over the ropes landing right on top of the Little Miracle. The crowd begins to go crazy as Hilton rises up to her feet and raises her hand high into the air.
The referee sees the two stars outside and begins to count.
One…
Two…
Three…
Crystal helps Elisa up to her feet as she rolls her into the ring. Hilton slides in after her as she watches her opponent rise back up. On a one-knee position, Crystal rushes at her locking her legs around the Little Miracle’s neck as she drives her back down to the ground with a spike hurricanrana.
“That’s for my hermana in Mexico. That’s her finisher!!!”
Crystal grins flicking her head as she kips back up to her feet and feels the electricity of the crowd. She measures the woman up before she does a handspring followed up by a standing Moonsault. She lands right on top of Elisa and hooks a leg for the pinfall.
ONE!
TWO!!
THRNOOO!!!
Melocoton finds that inner fire stoked by her loving family gets a shoulder up just before disaster. Crystal flattens a hand and gives the ambitious youngster a chiding spank on her right glute, “When a scene drags on too long it brings down the whole film!”
Crystal pushes off the canvas with a handful of the Californian’s waistband, exposing some of the tawny beauty’s crack and turning Elisa over into a kneeling position. The actress snakes her arms under Elisa’s and interlaces her fingers at the base of the legacy wrestler’s neck. Applying enough pressure to force Melocoton’s chin against her sternum Crystal makes her stand with a Full Nelson, “Maybe you should spend some time in Bangor before trying out the real big leagues, Princess Peach.”
Force to stare at her boots while she tries to worm out of the champion’s grasp, Elisa grumbles, “Maybe you should take some improv classes before you try another comedy role. You were awkward as heck in that rom-com lastNFF! ENF! HEY!”
At the besmirchment of her craft Crystal pumps knee after knee against Elisa’s butt, after a baker’s dozen into each cheek Crystal bears down on the Full Nelson and shakes her back and forth like a dog ripping into a new toy. “I was a delight and the highlight of the film!” The Burning Rose roars into Elisa’s ear before she releases the hold and gives her a mean hook to the left kidney that makes the rookie shudder and bleat. Crystal snags Elisa's wrist and almost dislocates her shoulder with a sudden and strong Irish whip that sends Elisa running to the farthest corner. Phones are out and recording Melocoton’s mammaries jiggle their way to a bad crash- Little Miracle spares her bust a busting by leaping into the corner and recoiling off the middle ropes. Elisa dives down on Hilton like a bird of prey; taking the champion in a Headlock Melocoton forces the champion in a swift rotation as she drags down and spikes Hilton’s skull into the mat with a Satellite DDT.
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Crystal bounces off the top of her head like she’s a living pogo stick and falls nose to canvas looking dead to the world. Elisa army crawls over rolls her face up before throwing herself across Crystal’s chest for a tired but hopefully title-winning cover.
ONE!
TWO!!
THRENOOO!!!!
Hilton jerks alive and gets a shoulder up! Escaping the jaws of defeat by a hair’s breadth. Both women are laid out on the ground glaring up at the ceiling. Melocoton is the first to move as she slowly stirs and rises to a seated position. Hilton on the other hand is laid out and it takes a while for her to stir.
The Little Miracle rises to a vertical stance and she walks over to lift Crystal up. The moment she does so is the very moment that Hilton tries to sneak Elisa into a tight small package.
One…
Two…
At the very last second Elisa is able to kick out as Melocoton looks shocked looking at her.
“You just tried to sneak a pinfall on me!”
Hilton however makes it back up to her feet as she smirks over at her opponent. She bounces about as she glares daggers at the rookie.”Just trying my best to outsmart you to defend my…”
All Crystal receives in return is a slap to the face. Her face pop backwards and Elisa is the one that is grinning. Hilton doesn’t hesitate to sprint towards Melocoton as she spears her to the ground. She mounts herself on top of her as she connects with a barrage of lefts and rights to her face. Elisa can barely cover up as Crystal is now in full control.
Hilton lifts herself off of her challenger as she raises her hands in the air. “It’s time to finish her off once and for all.”
With that Hilton backs away before she sprints towards the ropes. She leapfrogs off of them backwards and lands her Moonsault right on top of Elisa. She remains on top of her for a pinfall.
One…
Two…
ThrNOOOOOOOOOO
Elisa manages to kick out at the last second and Hilton is furious. “Why don’t you stay down!!!!”
Elisa grimaces in pain as she looks back at Hilton. “Not until this butt sits on your face to win your title!”
“You’re not good enough to do either of those things!”
The Lightweights labour to their feet, their mutual dislike converting to a second wind. Crystal angles her shoulder at Elisa and whips out her arm over and over with a flurry of Knife-edge chops. Little Miracle‘s upperbody jerks back with each shot that ripples her large and increasingly tender chest. Crystal lands five full shots and pauses to give her stinging palm a showy lick before lashing out again. Elisa ducks under the Chop, the actress’s flattened hand whiffing through her afro, and dashes close to hug Hilton's side under her attacking arm. Crystal’s caught off guard and tries to punch her out with her free hand but Melocoton shrugs the blows off and pops her hips to take the champ off her feet into a painful parabola that plants Hilton hard onto deck with a Backdrop Suplex.
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The veteran lands harshly on her head and shoulders and sags onto her side, jaw hanging and eyes on tilt. Elisa pulls her flat with her tummy up, she could go for a pin, but she wants to add some insurance first. The impressive rookie leaps straight into the air and falls with a Kneedrop onto Crystal’s forehead. A painful shudder runs through the actress’s body as a moan dribbles from her lips; Elisa’s not satisfied with that so she piles on, she leaps into the air again but flips forward at her apex to land like a drop log across Crystal’s stomach with a Standing Somersault Senton. The Afro-Latino lets out a gasping cry while her limbs flounder on the canvas, she wants to escape or return fire but Melocoton’s not giving her the space to breathe. When the third-generation wrestler feels Hilton’s abdominals give she rolls off and sprints to the nearest corner. Running up the turnbuckles Elisa shocks and awes the crowd with a rapid display of high-flying, flipping backward from the top rope while spinning in the air, the Peach Princess flattens Hilton like a pancake with a Corkscrew 630 Splash!
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Elisa bounces off her human crashpad onto all fours while Crystal is rocked into a brief tumble that ends with her starfished and counting the lights at the ring’s center. Elisa quickly scampers over and swings a leg over to land in a heavy seat on Crystal’s face, face down the veteran’s body. She wiggles her hips to get Crystal’s nose in just the right place as the official makes the count, “See what happens when you talk down to people?”
ONE!
TWO!!
THRENOOOO!!!
Somehow Hilton pulls through! At the very last possible moment, Crystal palms Melocoton’s impressive rear and shoves her off, saving the match and allowing her to take some deep breaths.
Crystal breathes heavily as she remains on the ground looking up at the ceiling.
“Wow kid you are pretty good, when this is all over perhaps we will have to maybe hang out or something…”
Elisa breathes heavily as well as she turns her attention back over to her opponent. “That sounds like a great idea especially after we celebrate my big Lightweight Championship victory…”
Crystal is the one laughing now as she rolls up to her feet and at the same time Elisa makes it up as well. Hilton is finding herself way too spent to be able to do anything major but she positions herself for her roundhouse kick. Elisa finally makes it up to her feet and the very moment that she does is the moment that Hilton fires her roundhouse kick at Elisa’s head. The Little Miracle is able to duck underneath the move as she instead lifts Hilton up into a tombstone position. “Time for a Bittersweet Miracle, and like I told you before some BMD.”
Elisa smirks as she is about to finish her prey off but Hilton shows off her tenacity as she flicks her legs about and ends up on the opposite side of Elisa. Elisa finally turns around and that is when she is kicked in the gut and Hilton tucks Melocoton underneath an arm. She uses her free arm to wrap Elisa’s arm behind her own back.
“Time to show you how the Burning Rose becomes the Winter Rose… I call this the Cold Snap.”
Cold Snap
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With that Hilton flicks her hair back at the same time she throws herself backwards with a hammerlock ddt that spikes Elisa’s head right into the mat. Hilton follows up with doing a full seductive body cover for a pin.
“Night Night, and sweet dreams…”
One…
Two….
Three!!!!!!!!!
Ding! Ding! Ding!
“The winner of this match as a result of a pin fall… The burning r….”
Crystal looks at the announcer as she screams. “WINTER ROSE!!!”
“And Still Lightweight Champion Winter Rose Crystal Hilton!!!”
Hilton smirks as she turns her attention over to Elisa. “No more fire and hatred in my heart. I cooled all of that down… You put up a good fight and have a bright future ahead of you…”
Crystal makes it up to her feet as she is handed her Lightweight Championship. Hilton however throws it to the side as she instead offers a hand to Elisa and helps her up to her feet. The defeated rookie buries her disappoint for the moment and shakes Crystal’s. “Great match, you deserve to be champion. I’ll be coming for that belt again one day, but until I earn that shot you better stay the champion.”
Crystal smirks nodding her head as she holds Elisa’s hand up as the crowd cheers them both on.
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Green and orange lights flood the ramp as Hair Up by Justin Timberlake fills the air and gets the hearts of the FAWNatics pulsing at a catchy, rhythmic beat. At the second cry of Hhhhair UP! An ecstatic young woman opens the curtains with a big flourish and starts dancing with her shoulders and fists to the music. She’s a cinnamon-hued beauty with a glorious afro that makes her head a perfect circle. Her lovely red lips curl up, showing a toothpaste commercial smile, and then she bends at the waist with her hands above her knees to speak into a low camera. Unaware she’s giving the building a wonderful view of her cleavage, “Hey everybody! My name’s Elisa, pleased to meet you!”
“Hailing from Hollywood, California and standing at five feet and three inches tall. Weighing in at one hundred and twenty-one pounds, our ‘Little Miracle’. ELISA MELOCOTON!!!!
An echoing cheer from the audience washes over Elisa making her laugh out of joy, the catcalls and whistles becoming lost in the noise. She jumps into the wait with a pumping fist hooting “Wooo!” and sets down the ramp. Little Miracle has a beauty that would make the most introverted admirer go “Damn!” and ensorcelled many infatuated fans to reach across the barrier for hi-fives. Beaming with pure delight, she promenades to the ring with a bounce in her step which puts a bounce in her large chest. She’s keeping decent to the audience’s frustration in an open-backed, strappy emerald green top with lime green trimming that shows enough cleavage to make eye contact a struggle. She wore slightly cheeky bottoms with the same hue and trimming but with the added flare lime green fringe at the hips at accentuated every playful swivel. If anyone cared to look at the rest of Elisa’s gear they’d notice emerald green knee and elbow pads for safety’s sake.
The Little Miracle practically flies up those steel steps to the apron; with a hard, two-handed yank on the top rope, Elisa vaults over the cables into the ring and runs to her corner to stand on the middle buckle. Still bearing that 1000-watt grin, she points to her waist with both index fingers highlighting a thin, ornate gold belt with a stylized peach at the center. The symbol of her mother and still active wrestler, Catalina ‘Miraculous’ Melocoton.
“This one’s for you, Mamá!”
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All of a sudden, we can see photographers lining up in front of the entrance aisle. The lights begin to flicker and a red carpet is rolled down to the ring. We can see an old-school Hollywood countdown landing on the screen.
5
4
3
2
1
It is at that moment that the lights begin to go really crazy and we are able to see a blonde emerging through the curtains to the sound of massive cheers from the audience. She does a twirl and lifts the Fawn Lightweight Championship high into the air before she holds it awkwardly behind her head before she starts to march her way to the ring. She adjusts the title and places it on her shoulder as she stops and admires the screaming crowd that is in front of her.
“Introducing on her way to the ring from Los Angeles, California by way of Detroit Michigan. She is the Countess of Cosplay, The Hollywood Heroine, and of course the Burning Rose. Standing at 5’5 115 pounds. The Lightweight Champion, Crystal Hilton!!!”
Tonight, her attire appears to be her traditional two-piece aqua blue wrestling attire. She wears matching white and blue boots to go with the outfit.
Crystal smiles as she turns her attention over to the newcomer. She raises the Lightweight Championship high into the air before handing it over to the referee. She watches as the referee holds it high into the air and smirks at both women before calling for the bell. Crystal claps her hands as she emerges out of the corner.
“Welcome to the big leagues and your first match here. I bet you didn’t expect to receive a shot at the second most prestigious title in this company on your first night?”
Elisa goes to say something but Crystal cuts her off as a grin escapes her lips as she looks at the entire audience that is cheering her name loudly.
Crystal!
Crystal!
Crystal!
“You hear that?! That is all for me. They all came to see me! A true starlet, a blockbuster hit. The woman who made The Cali-Quake tap out at the biggest show of the year. How are you going to stand any chance against me?!”
Elisa had a humble answer and a handshake at the ready, but seeing how The champ big leagued her at the outset, she’ll make her first impression a memorable one. Elisa shrugs with a quirked lip, “I guess I’ll have to rely on my natural gifts.” Two speedy hands lash out and grab the back of Crystal’s head, plunging her face into the rookie’s cleavage!
“Mmph! Mmmph!” Crystal’s indignant yells and protests are muffled by the rookie’s creamy bounty; Elisa drags the actress’s sputtering face all over her décolletage, smartly teaching Crystal to show her respect and gaining the fans love with a Cantaloupe Tasting. The former TV and current Lightweight champ finally shoves her way free of the jugg scrub but trips over her feet and falls on her ass in front of the challenger. She takes in some deep breaths then quickly and clumsily gets back onto her feet, “It’ll Cough! take more than a great rack to take a title from me!” Elisa hasn’t worked up a sweat yet but the citrusy perfume she applied daintily for some lucky bastard later has Crystal’s eyes stinging and needing a quick rub. When she moves her hands away, she sees Melocoton’s beauteous backside an inch away before it nails her in the face with a Running Hip attack!
MIRACULOUS PEACH
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Hilton drops to the mat for the second time in as many seconds, she’s blown onto her shoulders and has her butt in the air before gravity grants her dignity and she falls flat backed but legs bent. Elisa scampers to her opponent’s right side and lowers into a Crossbody pin with the near leg tightly hooked in. “I know. It’ll take a great ass. Your girlfriend proved that.”
The official gets two swats on the mat in before Crystal gets a shoulder up, it’s a rough start for the champ but she’s not ready to call it. Elisa stays on target and helps her adversary up with a Front Facelock, then takes one of Crystal’s arms and throws it over her neck. She grabs some cloth by the champ’s hip, “How is Cassava? It’s been a while since we spoke.”
Crystal’s pecking punches into Melocoton’s paunch to slow the showy rookie down when that question makes her still, “You know CassaAAH!?”
Elisa hauls the actress into the air with a Suplex lift and keeps her there, the soles of her boots get a tanning from the house lights as the debuting lass answers, “She trained with my mom for a while and we stayed in touch after. I kept tonight a secret though.”
The FAWNatics count off the seconds as the blood rushes to Hilton’s head, she grows flushed though it’s partly from embarrassment. ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR! FIVE! SIX! Before ‘SEVEN’ could be called, Elisa turns to the side of the ring facing the ramp and lowers Hilton till her shins bounce on the uppermost cable. Using the recoil, Elisa swiftly swings the Afro-Latina up over into Slingshot Suplex and thumps Crystal against the ring floor. Crystal turns onto a hip with a grimace and clutches at her lower back while Elisa rolls to a knee, “She’s like a cousin to me.”
Hilton reaches for her back in pain as Elisa doesn’t waste any time yanking the Hollywood Star up to her feet. She tucks her underneath an arm but Hilton shows resiliency as she delivers punch after punch against the side of the rookie. Hilton continues to land shot after shot into the side of the rookie until she finally manages to break free.
Once Crystal has created some distance she doesn’t hesitate to deliver a spinning back kick right to the gut of Elisa. Melocoton clutches at her stomach in pain as Crystal smirks in return.
“To be honest I don’t care about your relationship, I just want to defend my title and be the best…”
With that Hilton jumps on top of Elisa and she forms a grin before she delivers a sunset flip powerbomb pin. She doesn’t bother with holding on for a pinfall. Instead, she focuses on letting go as she decides to make it back to her feet and get flying. Elisa struggles to get up and that is when Hilton uses the ropes as a launch pad. She springs off of them and twists in the air landing with a crossbody right against the inexperienced wrestler. It’s clear that Hilton has decided to turn up the speed as she intends to only kick it up a step further.
“Come on Elisa, I am only getting started…”
The referee drops down to make a count but the Burning Rose lifts up Elisa’s shoulder as she drags her back up to her feet. “Who said I wanted a count just y…”
Before she could finish that statement the rookie is also quick as she delivers some martial arts kicks that stun the rose. She nails with kick after kick causing Hilton to cover up as she backs her way up against the ropes.
Elisa backs away as she motions for the champion to come after her. Hilton shakes the cobwebs off as she walks her way towards the challenger. Elisa is the one to showcase her speed as she sprints full force at Hilton. She jumps up landing on top of Hilton with a Lou Thesz press. The Afro-Latina is sent to the mat as Elisa mounts herself on top of Hilton and nails her with constant lefts and rights to the face.
Elisa lifts herself up and off of the champion as she begins to feel the electricity of the crowd. She raises a fist in the air which gains a pop in return. “Did you have enough Miss Starlet?!”
The Rose is slow to rise up to her feet. She grimaces in pain as her eyes meet with that of the little miracle. Elisa runs after Hilton and leaps up wrapping her legs around Crystal’s head before taking her off of her feet with a headscissors takeover. Melocoton takes this moment to hook a free leg for the pin.
One…
Two…
At the last second Hilton is able to kick out of the move. Elisa pouts angrily for a full second before shaking her head of negative thoughts, “Stay focused.” She takes Hilton by the wrist and rises, urging the champion to do the same by peppering toekicks up and down her flank and back. Crystal yelps and yowls with each smacking blow and tries to stand under the downpour of strikes but her opponent isn’t making it easy, when the acclaimed actress gets to her feet Elisa alters her swing and puts a boot to Crystal’s bottom and nearly knocks the blonde over if not for a frantic windmilling of the arms and a quick grab of the ropes. Hilton whips around angrily and pokes a shaming finger into the upper slope of Elisa’s breast, “You better respect the champ, little girl. I’m not the type to crush rookies but you’re pushing it.”
She’s new but not a pushover, Elisa pokes a finger of her own above Hilton’s heart, “Show some to get some, Miz Streep. Don’t think you can pass up a pin on me and not regret it. If you’re dating Cassava you must like being facesat, so when I beat you I’ll-”
Crystal’s fast hand slaps the rude tone out of the newbie’s mouth and takes a handful of Melocoton’s glorious afro before her neck finishes swivelling. Crystal whips back her other hand to give Elisa a second taste but gets a serving of her own; Elisa gives her a tart slap and goes low as the spit’s still flying from Crystal’s lip. She hoists the Lightweight champ up in a Fireman’s Carry; the following Elisa’s garnered at her nascent career thinks she’s going for a signature Go To Peach and gets loud in the stands, but those cheers to turn to boos when Crystal sends elbow after elbow into the side is Elisa’s face until she can slide down the rookie’s back to freedom. The Burning Rose grabs the Little Miracle’s arm and sends her springing to the ropes with an Irish Whip, Elisa’s barely two steps off the recoil before Hilton’s boot soles leave prints on her face and leave her in a sprawl on the mat. Crystal drops down next to her and scoops both of Melocoto’s legs under an arm into a snug matchbook pin.
“I’ll take your advice.”
ONE!
TWONOOOO!!!!
Elisa gets her shoulder up with time to spare despite her vision swimming like the ring is in the deep end of the pool. Crystal smirks as she makes it back up to her feet. The Little Miracle is slow to rise upwards. Crystal on the other hand is quick on her feet as she sprints as fast as she can towards the ropes. She drops down into a lower dropkick sending Elisa to flip backwards. Hilton watches Elisa struggle to get up to her feet but this is when Crystal decides to go to the back of the Little Miracle’s legs. She bridges them all the way upwards towards Elisa’s head before wrapping her arms underneath her neck placing her into a very tight leg trap camel clutch. She yanks back as far as can making sure that Elisa feels herself being stretched.
“I am not all speed, how is this for my technical ability?!”
Elisa screams as Crystal has it sunk in tightly. She pulls tighter and tighter as she refuses to let go.
“Come on Elisa… It’s okay to say you give up… I won’t hold it against you”
A hot urge flares inside Elisa to say something very R-rated, but her Mamá raised her better than that so she just puts her ire into breaking Hilton’s grip. Crystal yanks back on the debuting challenger’s chin slowly and torturously bending the Californian closer and closer to a right angle. Elisa’s squealing like a teakettle from the pain but salvation is in sight. She has Crystal’s left pinky and ring finger pulled away, she just has to crank them- Crystal abandons half the chinlock and pounds her forearm over and over against Elisa’s nape, not stopping till the FAWN freshie is a puddle of a woman. The champion lets Elisa flop to the mat and undoes the tangle of their legs.
“I could end this now, but why not finish the match with style?” Crystal boasts as she stands and steps through the ropes. Practically skipping along the apron to the ring post, she points at the nearest camera, “Everybody loves a big climatic finish!” Crystal leaps to the top turnbuckle with the grace of a cat and slowly stands up with her hands raised to build anticipation. The FAWNatics fill the air with OOOHHH then burst into explosive cheers as the Burning Rose jumps into the atmosphere with a slew of gymnastics, her body flipping through one and a half rotations.
STUNTWORK(450 Splash)
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BWWAM!
And misses!
Elisa rolls clear at the last moment letting Hilton crash and burn. The wilted rose does a hard bellyflop on what amounts to a plywood floor, Crystal bounces off the unforgiving surface once and lands again on her front. She’s lucky she didn’t break her nose, She’s unlucky that the match is still going; Elisa pounces on the vulnerable actress and takes Crystal’s right arm and wraps it around her knee in a back-seizing Hammerlock, she applies a DEEP single leg Boston Crab, nearly putting Crystal in a hands-free handstand.
CAMPFIRE COCKTAIL(0:05)
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Hilton lets out a howling scream as her back is lifted well off of the canvas. Her body gets twisted and twisted as Elisa gets the better of her. The more Hilton howls, the more that the Little Miracle yanks up on Hilton’s leg forcing more pain to apply to the lower back of the Afro-Latina. The Rose warrior pounds on the mat in frustration as she pushes herself off of the canvas. It results in even more pain but with a twisting of the body Crystal somehow is able to push Elisa off of her.
Crystal takes this window of opportunity to crawl her way over towards the ropes. She grabs a hold of them and helps herself back up to her feet. Crystal favors her leg as Elisa is already back up to her feet. She sprints as fast as she can towards the veteran and just when she is about to reach her the champion drops down to the ground and she pulls the top cable down forcing the younger star to tumble over the ropes and to the outside of the ring.
Elisa lands outside with a loud thud. She slowly tries to rise back up to a vertical base and that is when Crystal measures up her opponent. Without hesitation she plancha’s over the ropes landing right on top of the Little Miracle. The crowd begins to go crazy as Hilton rises up to her feet and raises her hand high into the air.
The referee sees the two stars outside and begins to count.
One…
Two…
Three…
Crystal helps Elisa up to her feet as she rolls her into the ring. Hilton slides in after her as she watches her opponent rise back up. On a one-knee position, Crystal rushes at her locking her legs around the Little Miracle’s neck as she drives her back down to the ground with a spike hurricanrana.
“That’s for my hermana in Mexico. That’s her finisher!!!”
Crystal grins flicking her head as she kips back up to her feet and feels the electricity of the crowd. She measures the woman up before she does a handspring followed up by a standing Moonsault. She lands right on top of Elisa and hooks a leg for the pinfall.
ONE!
TWO!!
THRNOOO!!!
Melocoton finds that inner fire stoked by her loving family gets a shoulder up just before disaster. Crystal flattens a hand and gives the ambitious youngster a chiding spank on her right glute, “When a scene drags on too long it brings down the whole film!”
Crystal pushes off the canvas with a handful of the Californian’s waistband, exposing some of the tawny beauty’s crack and turning Elisa over into a kneeling position. The actress snakes her arms under Elisa’s and interlaces her fingers at the base of the legacy wrestler’s neck. Applying enough pressure to force Melocoton’s chin against her sternum Crystal makes her stand with a Full Nelson, “Maybe you should spend some time in Bangor before trying out the real big leagues, Princess Peach.”
Force to stare at her boots while she tries to worm out of the champion’s grasp, Elisa grumbles, “Maybe you should take some improv classes before you try another comedy role. You were awkward as heck in that rom-com lastNFF! ENF! HEY!”
At the besmirchment of her craft Crystal pumps knee after knee against Elisa’s butt, after a baker’s dozen into each cheek Crystal bears down on the Full Nelson and shakes her back and forth like a dog ripping into a new toy. “I was a delight and the highlight of the film!” The Burning Rose roars into Elisa’s ear before she releases the hold and gives her a mean hook to the left kidney that makes the rookie shudder and bleat. Crystal snags Elisa's wrist and almost dislocates her shoulder with a sudden and strong Irish whip that sends Elisa running to the farthest corner. Phones are out and recording Melocoton’s mammaries jiggle their way to a bad crash- Little Miracle spares her bust a busting by leaping into the corner and recoiling off the middle ropes. Elisa dives down on Hilton like a bird of prey; taking the champion in a Headlock Melocoton forces the champion in a swift rotation as she drags down and spikes Hilton’s skull into the mat with a Satellite DDT.
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Crystal bounces off the top of her head like she’s a living pogo stick and falls nose to canvas looking dead to the world. Elisa army crawls over rolls her face up before throwing herself across Crystal’s chest for a tired but hopefully title-winning cover.
ONE!
TWO!!
THRENOOO!!!!
Hilton jerks alive and gets a shoulder up! Escaping the jaws of defeat by a hair’s breadth. Both women are laid out on the ground glaring up at the ceiling. Melocoton is the first to move as she slowly stirs and rises to a seated position. Hilton on the other hand is laid out and it takes a while for her to stir.
The Little Miracle rises to a vertical stance and she walks over to lift Crystal up. The moment she does so is the very moment that Hilton tries to sneak Elisa into a tight small package.
One…
Two…
At the very last second Elisa is able to kick out as Melocoton looks shocked looking at her.
“You just tried to sneak a pinfall on me!”
Hilton however makes it back up to her feet as she smirks over at her opponent. She bounces about as she glares daggers at the rookie.”Just trying my best to outsmart you to defend my…”
All Crystal receives in return is a slap to the face. Her face pop backwards and Elisa is the one that is grinning. Hilton doesn’t hesitate to sprint towards Melocoton as she spears her to the ground. She mounts herself on top of her as she connects with a barrage of lefts and rights to her face. Elisa can barely cover up as Crystal is now in full control.
Hilton lifts herself off of her challenger as she raises her hands in the air. “It’s time to finish her off once and for all.”
With that Hilton backs away before she sprints towards the ropes. She leapfrogs off of them backwards and lands her Moonsault right on top of Elisa. She remains on top of her for a pinfall.
One…
Two…
ThrNOOOOOOOOOO
Elisa manages to kick out at the last second and Hilton is furious. “Why don’t you stay down!!!!”
Elisa grimaces in pain as she looks back at Hilton. “Not until this butt sits on your face to win your title!”
“You’re not good enough to do either of those things!”
The Lightweights labour to their feet, their mutual dislike converting to a second wind. Crystal angles her shoulder at Elisa and whips out her arm over and over with a flurry of Knife-edge chops. Little Miracle‘s upperbody jerks back with each shot that ripples her large and increasingly tender chest. Crystal lands five full shots and pauses to give her stinging palm a showy lick before lashing out again. Elisa ducks under the Chop, the actress’s flattened hand whiffing through her afro, and dashes close to hug Hilton's side under her attacking arm. Crystal’s caught off guard and tries to punch her out with her free hand but Melocoton shrugs the blows off and pops her hips to take the champ off her feet into a painful parabola that plants Hilton hard onto deck with a Backdrop Suplex.
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The veteran lands harshly on her head and shoulders and sags onto her side, jaw hanging and eyes on tilt. Elisa pulls her flat with her tummy up, she could go for a pin, but she wants to add some insurance first. The impressive rookie leaps straight into the air and falls with a Kneedrop onto Crystal’s forehead. A painful shudder runs through the actress’s body as a moan dribbles from her lips; Elisa’s not satisfied with that so she piles on, she leaps into the air again but flips forward at her apex to land like a drop log across Crystal’s stomach with a Standing Somersault Senton. The Afro-Latino lets out a gasping cry while her limbs flounder on the canvas, she wants to escape or return fire but Melocoton’s not giving her the space to breathe. When the third-generation wrestler feels Hilton’s abdominals give she rolls off and sprints to the nearest corner. Running up the turnbuckles Elisa shocks and awes the crowd with a rapid display of high-flying, flipping backward from the top rope while spinning in the air, the Peach Princess flattens Hilton like a pancake with a Corkscrew 630 Splash!
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Elisa bounces off her human crashpad onto all fours while Crystal is rocked into a brief tumble that ends with her starfished and counting the lights at the ring’s center. Elisa quickly scampers over and swings a leg over to land in a heavy seat on Crystal’s face, face down the veteran’s body. She wiggles her hips to get Crystal’s nose in just the right place as the official makes the count, “See what happens when you talk down to people?”
ONE!
TWO!!
THRENOOOO!!!
Somehow Hilton pulls through! At the very last possible moment, Crystal palms Melocoton’s impressive rear and shoves her off, saving the match and allowing her to take some deep breaths.
Crystal breathes heavily as she remains on the ground looking up at the ceiling.
“Wow kid you are pretty good, when this is all over perhaps we will have to maybe hang out or something…”
Elisa breathes heavily as well as she turns her attention back over to her opponent. “That sounds like a great idea especially after we celebrate my big Lightweight Championship victory…”
Crystal is the one laughing now as she rolls up to her feet and at the same time Elisa makes it up as well. Hilton is finding herself way too spent to be able to do anything major but she positions herself for her roundhouse kick. Elisa finally makes it up to her feet and the very moment that she does is the moment that Hilton fires her roundhouse kick at Elisa’s head. The Little Miracle is able to duck underneath the move as she instead lifts Hilton up into a tombstone position. “Time for a Bittersweet Miracle, and like I told you before some BMD.”
Elisa smirks as she is about to finish her prey off but Hilton shows off her tenacity as she flicks her legs about and ends up on the opposite side of Elisa. Elisa finally turns around and that is when she is kicked in the gut and Hilton tucks Melocoton underneath an arm. She uses her free arm to wrap Elisa’s arm behind her own back.
“Time to show you how the Burning Rose becomes the Winter Rose… I call this the Cold Snap.”
Cold Snap
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With that Hilton flicks her hair back at the same time she throws herself backwards with a hammerlock ddt that spikes Elisa’s head right into the mat. Hilton follows up with doing a full seductive body cover for a pin.
“Night Night, and sweet dreams…”
One…
Two….
Three!!!!!!!!!
Ding! Ding! Ding!
“The winner of this match as a result of a pin fall… The burning r….”
Crystal looks at the announcer as she screams. “WINTER ROSE!!!”
“And Still Lightweight Champion Winter Rose Crystal Hilton!!!”
Hilton smirks as she turns her attention over to Elisa. “No more fire and hatred in my heart. I cooled all of that down… You put up a good fight and have a bright future ahead of you…”
Crystal makes it up to her feet as she is handed her Lightweight Championship. Hilton however throws it to the side as she instead offers a hand to Elisa and helps her up to her feet. The defeated rookie buries her disappoint for the moment and shakes Crystal’s. “Great match, you deserve to be champion. I’ll be coming for that belt again one day, but until I earn that shot you better stay the champion.”
Crystal smirks nodding her head as she holds Elisa’s hand up as the crowd cheers them both on.