Post by hawkeye on Apr 22, 2024 22:44:26 GMT
While she left Skye Mitchell the loser at T, C & P, FAWN’s Sweetheart turned Blackheart failed in her effort to end the career of the Lil’est Mitchell, her former partner and bestie.
Just when she was ready to snap the Carolina Cutie in two and put Skylar on the shelf during a chaotic post-math scrum that included her Charliente teammate and nasty little Mexican firecracker Soshana Soto, Big Sis made the save.
Tonight offered the opportunity of bagging two Mitchells for the price of one. Skye hadn’t been cleared for competition at Heartbroken one month after her disastrous loss, so Dawson’s patience had been tested. Still, there was something poetic about sending both sisters to Orlando General at March to War.
Just behind the curtain, standing beside the raven-haired wrestler, Lil’ So-So bounces on the balls of her feet from side to side. She’d turned the tide in Charlie’s favor in the battle between exes, integral in Dawson getting a huge win, but she’d also tasted the fury of Cynthia after the match.
Together, the pair of troublemakers have an engraved invitation to end a family’s legacy and in the most emphatic way possible, a tag team elimination, where both team members would need to be pinned or submitted, count-outs and disqualifications would not do.
Taylor Swift’s ‘Style’ emerges from the speakers and the masses are instantly aware the woman who turned her back on them and her fellow American Sweetheart to meet her own selfish desires is on her way.
(https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-CmadmM5cOk )
The women turn to each other and share a pair of high fives.
“Time to end these bytches!” Charlie affirms.
Soto nods. “Muy Charliente!”
With that they head out, a spotlight shining on the midnight-maned turncoat, the dark hair contrasting dramatically with Dawson’s perfectly pale skin but complementing her resentful attitude. The stunning dimpled Blackheart angrily shouts at the duplicitous throng. In turn, the crowd test their lungs in response, jeering loudly at their former Sweetheart.
CHARLIE DAWSON
The gorgeous grappler offers a double middle-finger salute to the embittered assembly.
On her right shoulder is the spicy little lucha. Soshana curses the crowd in her mother tongue, loosing a fury of her own on her former fans.
SOSHANA SOTO
The diminutive duo shares a chest bump then strides down the ramp and aisle, the FAWNatics well aware the bite-sized twosome could wreak havoc of destroyer-class size at any time. They keep their distance even while audibly attacking the hated pair.
So-So’s wardrobe includes a purple sports bra with gold trim, her bottoms the same color, also with gold trim. She finishes her togs with black knee pads, a pair of gold-colored boots and kick pads with purple trim.
The former Darling of the Desert is clad in her now familiar blood red hoodie Charlie unzips when reaching the ring. Dawson slips it off to reveal a similarly hued spandex two piece, the cut much less modest around her chest and ass than her Sweetheart days of yore.
The partners travel up the steps and move to mid-ring on the otuside. The former fan favorites cup a hand to an ear, acting as if they can’t hear the people who once adored them.
Satisfied, each woman wraps their arms around the top cable and backflips into the squared circle simultaneously. They move to the middle where the ring announcer sets about his job when Miss Swift’s intro fades below the hateful din of the crowd.
“The next match is scheduled for one fall with a 30-minute time limit and is an elimination tag match with no count-outs and no DQs and is for the #1 contender position for the tag team titles!”
The FAWNatics take to those stipulations, drawing a sour face from Dawson.
“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!”
The jeers are deafening but the man continues.
“And her partner…from La Paz Mexico…she stands 5’1” and weighs in tonight at another 112 pounds… Pequeno Dinamita… Soshana Soto! Together, they are one-half of Muy Charliente!”
Somehow the volume of hate increases as the team moves to their corner. There they wait for the arrival of FAWN royalty.
With the FAWNatics’ attention turning to the upper stage, much like that of the occupants of the ring, the tenor of the crowd turns to one of anticipation knowing they’re in for a special treat, Skye and Cynthia working together as partners for the first time in their long collective history.
Each sister reached the absolute heights of the tag division but never in combination. Apparently only the shared revulsion of Charlie Dawson is able to bring them together in such fashion.
With the rumble of the sellout throng slowly rising, Darius Rucker’s ‘Southern Style’ plays over the speakers and the crowd jumps to its feet as a diminutive brunette turned dirty blonde races to center stage, pumping her fist earnestly at the manic multitude.
(http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hpKFRP05Po4 )
Skylar’s gear is the familiar violet of the Mitchell clan, a tight spandex two-piece of sports top and trunks, white pads and boots completing the wardrobe.
SKYLAR MITCHELL
A moment behind, it’s the Carolina Hurricane turn to reach shore.
CYNTHIA MITCHELL
Cynthia strides purposefully to her sibling, the elder Mitchell hardly a behemoth, but clearly the ‘big girl’ of the night for this conflagration.
The Hellion is clad in identical gear to her kid sis, the Mitchells going all in with the family affair.
Natalie’s daughters embrace. It’s not the warmest of hugs a family ever produced, but perhaps the task ahead of them is breaking their concentration in living in the moment with the big moment of bashing Charlie and Soto so close at hand.
Together, they head for the ring, Skye making it a point to slap EVERY single hand offered her way-- ESPECIALLY the younger ones--as she lopes down the aisle, toward the ring. Behind her, Cyn is all business, ignoring either side as she marches.
When the Mitchells reach the ring, Skylar’s disposition changes instantly, staring fiercely at Charlie. The younger Mitchell points at her wrist as if she’s referring to a watch, letting her former BFF know her time is coming.
Skye hops to the apron, grabs the top rope and leaps over. She closes to a few feet of her foes then backpedals at the insistence of Big Sis, Cynthia ascending the steps and slipping between the ropes, joining Skye, her eyes boring holes through Charlie.
The elder Mitchell gives a perfunctory raise of her right arm to acknowledge the fans, but it’s clear her thoughts are elsewhere. Skye returns the crowd’s ovation with one of her own until the music fades and the announcer intervenes.
“And their opponents, each hailing from the Queen City…Charlotte, North Carolina, at a combined weight of 235 pounds...the morning star of a wrestling dynasty, the lil’est but baddestl…SKYLAR and the Cynful Carolina Hurricane…CYNTHIA! THE MITCHELLS!”
FAWN’s First Family moves to their corner after the customary pat-down. The sisters discuss their options and it’s no surprise when Skye takes her position outside, leaving the start of the match to the legendary Hellion.
Amidst the opposite buckles, Charlie, seeing who remains, enthusiastically offers Soshana the lead leg, quickly slipping outside the ropes and taking her position next to the ring post.
Cynthia stretches as she wheels out of the corner, locking her fingers above and behind her back to test her upper limbs before showing some disappointment when Dawson drops to the floor, well out of reach. The veteran turns her attention to Little Dynamite.
“OK, So-So. Looks like you’re going to be carrying the ball plenty tonight.”
Soto joins Cynthia in orbiting the squared circle, the women growing closer with each circuit. With her former partner occupied, Charlie shows the courage to climb back to the apron when the Carolina Hurricane brushes by.
“They kick the ball where I’m from, gringa. Not carry it. Like I’m going to be kicking your ass.”
The elder Mitchell smirks at her foe, motioning Soto in, and immediately Lil’ So-So takes the brunette up on her offer, throwing her tiny frame at Cyn. As they work for leverage, Cynthia uses her size and strength against the Mexican munchkin, forcing Soshana back in stages until her back and shoulders touch buckles in a neutral corner.
At Al Carpenter’s urging, Cynthia unfastens from her foe, raising her hands and stepping back a couple strides, offering a clean break. And the biggest name of generation of Mitchells gets a wicked bytch slap for her trouble, Soto paintbrushing Cyn’s left cheek, the brunette’s head swiveling away from the echoing impact.
It returns with violence glittering in Cyn’s green eyes. A chuckling Soshana instantly turns pensive. As the Hellion reaches for So-So’s ebony and green locks, black topside, leading to the verdant color as the mane cascades to the Mexican’s shoulders, Soto dips under the top rope, sending her head and torso out of play.
“Keep her back,” Soshana mandates. “That was totally legal, and she was reaching for my hair.”
“I can’t call what she’s GOING TO DO,” Al informs.
He implores Cyn to retreat and the half-flushing Mitchell nods and does as she’s asked. Soto pulls in her top half and, when Mitchell reaches for her, looking to tie-up, Soto hits the deck, somersaulting under Cynthia’s grasp.
Pequeno Dinamita pops to her feet, spins, and races toward a turning Cyn. The Hellion pivots and lowers a shoulderblock…BOOM!, taking the Mexican off her feet, Lil’ So-So left staring up in wonder at the elder member of their adversaries. Cynthia slaps the weaponized right shoulder, then motions Soshana to rise.
“Let’s go little Latina. Let’s see what ya got.”
Soto huffs as she kips to her feet. Shed turns to the ropes behind her, scooting into the springy, rubber-coated steel, then rebounds at full speed, ONLY TO BE SENT DOWN EVEN HARDER with another ‘Stop Sign’ of a shoulder from the vet.
Soto’s dark eyes blink in surprise or perhaps realization. Soshana starts to roll out of the ring but runs into a waiting Skye, who stands vigil over the Mexican’s preferred escape route. With her course cut off by the younger, flaxen-haired member of the sister/partners, So-So climbs to her feet within the confines instead and immediately feels the Hellion tugging at her multicolored mane from behind.
Mitchell transfers her grip to a wrist and shoulder and heaves the tiny Latina firecracker to the far strands. Soshana u-turns out of the cables and, with Cynthia set mid-ring, leaps into a crossbody splash across Mitchell’s chest. The only problem, Cynthia is barely budged by the impact, the Carolina Hurricane catching Soto out of mid-air without a problem. With a squirming Soshana stuck in her grasp, Cyn genuflects and drops Soto’s lower spine across bended knee, trying to snap the spine of her south-of-the-border adversary.
With Soto’s face twisted in pain, Mitchell adds to the anguish, pressing one palm against So-So’s chin, pushing down her top half, while the other presses against a golden-brown lower limb of the Mexican, Little Dynamite forced into an agonizing arch.
As Cynthia works her foe like a part-time job, increasing the pressure to Soto’s vertebrae by the second, So-So mewling in pain, Al slides in close, asking Soshana if she’s ready to leave Dawson short-handed. Charlie shouts out a ‘NO’ for her partner, drawing a snicker from the opposite corner from Dawson’s former tag champion partner.
“Shut your mouth before I shut it for you,” the Blackheart shouts.
“Less talk, more action,” the caboose of her Mitchell generation responds.
“Like you’re in action, Charlie responds.
Skylar nods as if she’s willing to concede the point, then stretches out her hand, yelling at her sister. “TAG!”
Cyn relents in her efforts to snap the backbone of the Mexican, shoving Soshana off the plank of her upper leg. Soto splats to the canvas, arm reaching for the base of her spine. The elder Mitchell doesn’t leave her there long, plucking Soto off the deck by a shoulder and wrist. The Hellion Irish Whips her opponent to the Mitchells’ corner, Lil’ So-So’s boot soles barely touching the canvas as she THWAMS into the buckles at warp speed, her back bruised further.
That’s only half her trouble though, as a charging Cynthia arrives a half-second after, leaping from several feet out and BURYING the diminutive chica under an avalanche of Carolina Hurricane. A smiling Cyn stays pressed tight against the limp Soto after impact, reaching an arm over the Caliente cutie and slapping a hand with her sibling.
Keeping it clean for the time being at least, Cynthia evacuates on one side of the corner while her golden-maned Lil Sis enters from the opposite. Instantly, the younger Mitchell pivots and lands a nasty backhand chop across the clavicle of the Mexican mite. The sole remaining American Sweetheart then dips and grabs the middle rope on either side, then DRIVES a shoulder DEEP into the golden-brown midriff of the Mexican, folding So-So far between the top and middle buckle, one, two, three times.
Skye pulls out and turns to gaze at the snarling Charlie.
“Active enough?”
Dawson has nothing to say so Mitchell turns back to Soto and gets a rather wicked knife-edge of her own for straying from the topic at hand.
Wincing from the chop, Skye nevertheless responds instantly with a European Uppercut, rocking Lil’ So-So, the Latina’s head snapping back. The abbreviated stems of the Latina give out a tick after, and Soto’s on her ass at the feet of the Carolina Cutie.
Mitchell first turns to the FAWNatics and raises her right arm, swinging it like a lasso. They raise the roof in response, knowing what the younger sibling has in mind. Skylar again turns, this time in Charlie’s direction and nods. “OH YEAH!”
“Don’t you dare,” Dawson says. “DON’T YOU…”
But Skye does, turning her taut little cheeks to Soshana’s face and shoving her backside into the wide-eyed features of the Latina, delivering the bite-sized version of her Mama’s infamous Kiss My Grits stinkface.
Soto spasms and flails wildly beneath as Skye scrubs her foe’s face with Carolina patootie, using every inch of her glutes to leave So-So a greasy-faced, sputtering mess when Mitchell pulls away and allows a breath from the overwhelmed Caliente combatant.
Dawson screams angrily at her Charliente teammate, but a bleary-eyed Soto is having enough trouble figuring out where she is. Skye plucks her foe’s ankles and drags the dishrag toward the middle, turning Soshana’s frame so she’s perpendicular to the corner just occupied.
Placing the south-of-the-border baddie just so, Skylar hustles to the buckles and quickly climbs to the top. She turns to face her flattened target and vaults HIGH off her perch. The blonde’s body compacts at the top of her arc and flies open, all froggy, Skye setting to splash Soto beneath her.
But as Mitchell descends, Soshana rolls clear. Thankfully for the manic Mitchell family fans, Skye literally adjusts on the fly, sticking a landing, then somersaulting forward and popping to her feet. She smiles at a sneering Blackheart, only a few feet removed.
“You’re next.”
Skylar turns to find the Latina ready and able and she absolutely EATS a superkick from Little Dynamite, So-So finding a second wind and bashing a boot into the tip of the Carolina Cutie’s chin.
Skye’s body straightens board-like, arms limp at her sides, and she collapses like a falling, if very short, tree.
A spent Soto dives atop the semiconscious blonde and Carpenter’s ready for the surprise count, slapping for…
ONE…
TWO…
Mitchell pushes a shoulder off the canvas, saving Cynthia from a handicap.
No more than a step away from the near-fall, Charlie demands entry and, with So-So still in a bit of a daze, Dawson dips and reaches between the ropes to slap the Mexican’s shoulder when Soto reaches all fours.
“I got this,” Charlie assures, entering to devour the loopy Skylar. “Take a siesta.”
+++
The Blackheart enters and takes a victory lap, looping around, just beyond the reach of a scowling Cyn. As Dawson returns to the Charliente corner, the younger Mitchell is rising and Charlie helps her the rest of the way. She shoves her former partner deep into enemy territory. The raven-haired, ivory-skinned traitor goes all top-of-his-game Muhammad Ali, bobbing and weaving with fancy footwork and fisticuffs in front of the wobbling blonde.
PEK…PEK-PEK.
Charlie pops Skylar’s chin with a series of left jabs that have the Carolina Cutie swaying with each touch. Dawson draws back a big right, twists to give it a smooch and delivers it to Mitchell’s jaw. After the head snap, only the juncture of the ropes keeps Skye on her feet, the former tag champion nearly out on them.
Charlie leaps to the middle cables, pressing her pelvis into Mitchell’s mug while showing off to the jeering crowd. Wrapping an arm around the blonde’s noggin, Charlie leaps off her perch, throwing her legs up and out and ripping Skylar to the deck face and chest-first with a brutal Jumping DDT.
Jumping DDT ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=S-ffeZvvmAc )
Planting the Lil’est Mitchell into the deck with extreme prejudice, Dawson watches as her former friend absently rolls to her back. Sensing an opportunity, the Blackheart scrambles to the waylaid Skye and settles atop her adversary with a crossbody press for the…
ONE…
TWO…
With Big Sis pleading with her sibling to kick loose, Skylar responds as if on command but with only a second to spare.
A dazed Mitchell pushes up to a seat, green eyes glazed as she stares off into space, not responding to Cynthia’s call to come to her voice. Charlie does however, pushing up to her feet and strolling by the First Family’s corner.
“Has to be quite a shock to the system, stepping down from Ivy to that.”
Dawson points blindly behind her at Cyn’s sister.
“Believe me. I know what a burden she can be,” Charlie continues.
“I’m telling you,” Cynthia growls. “You want to stop.”
The Blackheart shakes her head.
“I most definitely DO NOT!”
Charlie’s shoulder-length, ebony locks bounce behind her as she spins and races toward a slowly ascending Skye. The former Desert Darling lifts a big knee as she closes, aiming it at the temple of a stooped Mitchell. But Skylar twists out of the way of the bony cap and lets Dawson BANG her joint against the middle buckle at full speed.
A wincing Charlie hobbles out of the corner and is pulled to the canvas by her former partner, Skye rolling Dawson into a tight small package, the Desert Diva stacked on her shoulders, squirming fitfully in the knot created by Lil’est Mitchell for the…
ONE…
TWO…
Charlie breaks loose, her alabaster frame expanding wide from the package, Dawson barely saving herself.
Knowing she needs to get Big Sis back in the ring, the younger Mitchell sibling crawls toward the older while a worried Blackheart confirms with Carpenter it’s only a two-count. Seeing Skye absconding, Dawson tracks after the potential escapee, and when the Carolina Cutie pushes to her feet for the final steps to Cyn, Charlie snatches her blonde locks from behind.
“I’ll tell you when you’re done, Sweetheart,” Dawson barks. “And I’m not done with you YEHHH.”
Skylar twists into a sharp elbow that catches Dawson on the chin, interrupting her and sending the Blackheart onto her heels as Skye leaps the final distance to Cynthia’s hand.
Tagged, the elder Mitchell uses her two-handed grip on the top cable to vault over the top. She lands a few feet from Dawson, but it’s the Blackheart who swings first, swiping with a fragile clothesline the Hellion ducks under.
Cynthia latches onto the Desert Diva’s arm pivots in a leap over her adversary’s back and comes out the opposite side in an instantaneous front facelock Mitchell turns into a Floatover DDT.
Floatover DDT ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=RmWuSfKb9V0 )
Cynthia SPIKES Dawson’s skull into the deck. Somehow, Charlie bounces back to her feet from the impact, stumbling drunkenly but upright. As Dawson fights to find her equilibrium, Cyn pivots 90 degrees from her target and THUMPS her left boot against the canvas, loading the footwear for a HUGE Super Kick to the chin that would leave Charlie’s lights out for the rest of the night.
The buzz of the FAWNatics is a dead giveaway for everyone in the house but the dumbfounded Charlie who staggers into the kill zone, arms limp at her sides, jaw leading the way.
But as Cyn sends the lethal boot on its way, an undetected entrant shoves Dawson clear, only to EAT EVERY BIT of the boot sole. Soshana pirouettes from the force of the impact against her jaw, crumpling to a puddle at Mitchell’s feet, out cold.
As for Dawson, after being saved by her partner, the Blackheart’s survival instincts are keen, rolling under the ropes to create some space.
Cynthia’s not having it and she’s quickly in high pursuit, dropping to the canvas and sliding out after the retreating Desert Diva. Grabbing a wrist and shoulder from behind, the Hellion spins a startled Dawson and runs her toward the steel ring steps, ready to toss her foe into the unforgiving edifice. But a few steps out, Charlie cleverly reverses the Irish Whip, and it’s Cynthia whose right shoulder and hip BANGS into the metal, rocking the stairs off their base from the preposterous potency of the toss and ensuing CRASH.
A huffing Charlie draws in deep breaths as she hovers over a puddled Cyn, Mitchell mewling. Dawson, determined to press the advantage before Al’s count accumulates, sinks her nails into the brunette’s scalp. She peels the Carolina Hurricane out of her crumpled heap and THWACKS Cyn’s forehead into the apron’s edge, the crowd groaning at the sight as Mitchell’s braincase whiplashes away.
Fingers still gripping the veteran’s mane, Charlie doesn’t let Cynthia get distant. Instead, she spins the most famous and infamous Mitchell toward the squared circle and throws her back into the field of play, Cyn rolling under the bottom cable.
From outside, Dawson grabs an ankle of the barely stirring Latina inside and tugs her partner out of the ring. She gives Soto a couple light taps on the cheek. With So-So finally showing some signs of life, Dawson dives under and in with Carpenter’s count at ‘NINE’.
“Hey girl,” the Blackheart shouts at her former partner as she rises, Dawson surprisingly chipper as she tugs a limp lethargic Cyn to stooped feet. “Bet Big Sis isn’t going to appreciate me Dropping her Out.”
Charlie guts Mitchell with a toe kick to the tummy, then tugs the dipped skull of her foe between her ivory stems, cinching in a standing head scissors.
“But I bet you will!”
While Skye stews, Dawson underhooks one arm then the other ready to deliver the most significant insult her sister could endure, being taken out by her signature finisher.
Drop Out ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=D7MP-cfAD4Y ) :16
But before Charlie can deliver, the Hellion wraps her arms around the alabaster thighs of her foe and grunts as she sends Dawson flying in a front flip courtesy a perfectly timed back body drop. Charlie’s spine THWUMPS onto the canvas, the Blackheart grimacing as her frame curls into a pained arch, Mitchell descending to her haunches from the effort.
The FAWNatics rhythmically clap for the Carolina Hurricane, urging Cyn to reach her feet and get a somewhat rested and fully ready Skye to take on her former partner at full power, then beat the holy hell out of the traitor.
While Soshana shouts at the crowd to keep quiet, Mitchell, instead of rising as the throngs hoped she would, raises her right arm, offering silent thanks for their support. She delivers a forearm shiver to the back of Dawson’s skull, leaving a glassy-eyed Charlie face and chest-down, on the deck in a daze.
The lead bytch of the Mitchell pack slides to a seat in front of the gobsmacked Blackheart, legs on either side. Cyn slowly pulls Dawson’s head up and forward, placing her foes’ chin on her lap, the crowd roaring as they sense the end of the raven-haired Charlie courtesy of Cynthia’s Mortal Cyn submission.
Sure enough, the Hellion tightens a figure-four scissors around Dawson’s temples and ears, then collects the Blackheart’s left leg at the ankle, pulling it into a half-Crab, adding incredible stress on the traitor’s lower limb and lower spine to the vise-like force around Charlie’s noggin, the Mortal Cyn fully administered to a sinner against the Mitchell family.
Mortal Cyn ( i.imgur.com/uKOjadR.jpg )
A grimacing Dawson squirms futilely within the trap, the FAWNatics screaming at her to ‘TAP…TAP…TAP’ and be the first eliminated. For them, it’s only a matter of time.
Seemingly sharing that opinion, Lil’ So-So slips through the ropes and NAILS Cynthia with a leaping clothesline across the clavicle, breaking up the hold before Charlie can surrender.
With Mitchell’s legs springing open after the impact, Dawson rolls clear, ending on her back, staring blankly at the rafters.
Meanwhile, Skye isn’t about to let the match devolve into a handicap even if Al might. She slides between the strands and charges a rising Soto, THUMPING boots to chest with a perfectly placed dropkick that sends the Mexican tumbling through the cables and plopping to the floor below.
Not satisfied with simply ejecting the Latina brat, America’s remaining Sweetheart exits after her foe to make sure she learns a lesson in messing with the Mitchells.
Carpenter watches the duo tangle outside, the bite-sized combatants throwing haymakers at each other, each rocked by the other but unwilling to give an inch. A risen Cynthia checks on Baby Sis and, as Skylar starts to get the better, she turns to the slowly ascending Dawson; the pale, ebony-maned Blackheart reaching her knees, wobbling like a reed in the wind.
The Hellion moves to her prey for the belated end, snatching the pitch-black mane of her adversary, when Charlie swings an uppercut forearm between Cynthia’s wickets, BLASTING Mitchell’s crotch with a cruel shot to her foe’s privates.
Cyn rises to tiptoes, her knees knocking, face twisted in pain and surprise. With hands buried between her thighs, she’s frozen as Dawson slowly pushes to her feet, Carpenter only now turning to his legal competitors.
Charlie guts the elder Mitchell with a toe kick to taut tummy, doubling over the Hurricane, Cyn’s emerald eyes bulging. Dawson yanks the lowered head between her ivory thighs, then collects the clan leader’s arms in double underhooks.
“I own all you Mitchell bytches,” Charlie assures, then CRASHES to her knees DROPPING OUT the future Hall of Famer with her own finisher, Cynthia’s forehead PLOWING into the thinly-sheathed floorboards.
The sickening sound draws Skye’s attention and, as the Blackheart shoves Cyn’s unconscious carcass to her back, Lil Sis tries to dive in for the save. But Soshana holds on to the blonde like a rabid chupacabra and Skylar watches in dismay as Charlie mounts her sister in a lateral press, Dawson hooking the far limp leg for the…
ONE…
TWO…
THREEEE!
Al signals to the ring announcer and she elevates her voice to the jeering crowd.
“Charlie Dawson has eliminated Cynthia Mitchell by pinfall!”
The Blackheart allows Cyn’s limp leg to flop to the canvas and she uses her palms to press up from the motionless Mitchell. On her haunches next to Cynthia, she wearily raises an arm to the boos and catcalls.
Outside, a distraught Skye shakes off the defensive work of Muy Caliente’s Lil Dynamite, pushing her aside and climbing into the ring, too late to save her sibling.
Supercharged with adrenaline, the younger Mitchell leaps into a meteora of a rising Dawson, shins crashing into shoulders and taking down her former partner and fellow former tag champion. With Charlie properly Thesz pressed, the Carolina Cutie WAILS on the traitor beneath her, pounding rights and lefts, some blocked, others finding homes.
The Blackheart finally bucks Skylar off, scrambling for the hills on hands and knees, wanting nothing to do with the enraged Sweetheart. As the raven-haired wrestler heads for comparative safety, she tags Soshana on the way out, transferring legality to the Latina.
But a risen and furious Mitchell ignores the hesitant Soto. Instead, her sole focus is on the retreating Charlie. Skye races to the ropes and sends herself through like a missile. The tiny blonde soars toward a turning, wide-eyed Dawson, landing across the Blackheart’s shoulders, while acquiring a front facelock. She immediately whips the startled Charlie through a Suicide Dive Tornado DDT, SPIKING Dawson’s skull into the thinly-padded cement, the Blackheart ending in a lifeless spreadeagle, the crowd gleefully chanting “YOU…DESERVE…IT”.
Skye High ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=7oa8ZuXHXOI ) :19
Having followed Mitchell through the ropes but stopping on the apron’s edge while Carpenter tends to the task of rolling a comatose Cynthia out of the ring, Pequeno Dinamita is ready to explode on a rising, turning Skye. The explosive Mexican takes to the Orlando airspace, golden-brown, lithe legs leading the way as Soto sets about creating a sweep of the Mitchells with an acrobatic diving hurricarana.
Diving Hurricarana ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=uQe4HVdw94E )
But with the adrenaline still pumping at full force from the sight of Big Sis biting it, Skylar manages to catch the diminutive Latina seated atop her shoulders and halt Lil’ So-So’s plan prematurely. With an anxious, incredulous Soshana draped upside-down down Mitchell’s chest and legs, a snarling Skye spins and THWACKS Soto against the edge of the ring once, then twice for good measure, Soto’s head and shoulders striking hard.
Arms exhausted, Mitchell lets Lil’ So-So plop to the arena floor. But the roaring crowd quickly reenergizes the rampaging Carolina Cutie. She sinks her nails into the green and black mane of the Mexican, lifting the limp Latina and rolling her in under the ropes.
Skylar climbs to the apron, then feels a tug on an ankle. A wobbling, bleary-eyed Charlie has a grip, but she’s easily shaken off and pounded in the chops with a boot to the jaw, sending Dawson spilling to the floor.
Inside, Soshana is pushing to her feet. Skye grabs the top rope with both hands and lifts her left leg between the top and middle ropes. Her boot sole lands on the bottom cable and America’s Sweetheart slips her frame through, then springboards off the strand, capturing Soto’s skull in mid-air.
It’s a short, non-stop flight for the combustible member of Muy Caliente, Mitchell hitting a modified version of her Skye Dive springboard stunner.
Modified Skye Dive ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=iJO_jHe3Vyc )
The Latina’s body jerks away from the impact, then falls leaden to the canvas. Skye shovels the little Mexican to her back and climbs aboard in a full body pin, Skylar pinning Lil’ So-So’s arms above her, Soto in an insensate single file beneath Mitchell for the…
ONE…
TWO…
THREEE!
Carpenter’s quick with his duties, motioning to the ring announcer. The woman belts out the result to a joyous bunch of FAWNatics.
“Skye Mitchell has eliminated Soshana Soto by pinfall!”
There’s no celebration from the younger Mitchell as she takes a quick glance at her sister being propped up by a FAWN attendant, Cynthia shoulder to shoulder with the man.
“Go get her,” the Hellion mouths and Skylar nods in return, leaving Soshana’s lifeless form mid-ring.
The blonde babyface crawls to the ring’s edge and rolls under and out. She collects a still rattled Dawson by the ears, pulling the pale, raven-haired grappler to unsteady feet, then shoving her former bestie back in.
Skye takes a deep breath and follows the remaining legal competitor in.
With the speed Mitchell’s brought Dawson back into play, the splayed So-So continues to be a felled piece on the board. The blonde rolls the Latina’s stilled frame to the side with a push of her boot, then heads for a slowly rising Blackheart, a drained Dawson up to one knee but otherwise flaccid in comparison.
Skylar wraps both hands around Charlie’s noggin and ‘helps’ the raven-haired wrestler to vertical. But as the Desert Diva rises, she brings a European Uppercut with her, rattling Mitchell’s braincase with a wicked forearm that lifts Skye to her heels, nearly tipping the caboose of the Mitchell clan.
With a switch in momentum upon the worried FAWNatics, Dawson grabs hold of a wrist and shoulder of her foe and flings the Sweetheart across the canvas. Racing to the buckles, Mitchell hops to the bottom cables on either side while grabbing the top. She throws her legs up and back, wrapping them around the head of a charging Charlie.
Skye POUNDS a couple kicks into the crown of Dawson’s cranium, then reapplies her scissors, so she can thrust her pelvis and lower limbs forward to RAM Charlie’s face into the middle buckle with extreme force, her Tar Heel Smash leaving the Blackheart kneeling at the altar of a righteous Mitchell.
Tar Heel Smash ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=G7rd74zCr1M )
Skylar enjoys the dominant position for a second or two, soaking in the cheers, then dismounts the shellshocked Dawson.
Instead of pushing her advantage, a glistening Skye backpedals to center stage and motions for Dawson to rise from her foe’s six. Slowly, Charlie’s senses return enough to get her feet beneath her. With Soshana stirring but in no condition to warn her partner, an ignorant Charlie spins and staggers toward a pivoting Mitchell.
Skylar delivers what might be the most dangerous superkick in the business, a lightning bolt that finds Dawson’s chin with both speed and power, Skye delivering Greetings From Charlotte like a lullaby for her traitorous former BFF.
Greetings from Charlotte superkick ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=0tDjNAXLBls ) 1:13
As if in slow motion, a stiff Charlie collapses to the canvas, out cold in a starfish.
With the crowd roaring, a spent Mitchell drops across the Blackheart’s chest. Skye hooks Charlie’s far leg, like Momma Mitchell always taught and stays tight for the…
ONE…
TWO…
THREEE!
Carpenter pushes to his feet and excitedly calls for the bell. It tolls as the FAWNatics celebrate and the announcer chimes in with the official decision.
“Skye Mitchell has eliminated Charlie Dawson by pinfall. Your winners and NEW number one contenders for the FAWN tag team titles…THE MITCHELLS!”
Having recovered enough for reasonable locomotion, Cyn rolls back in the squared circle, pushes to her feet, and draws an exhausted Skye off the flattened and lifeless Charlie.
The siblings embrace in a tight hug, Cynthia whispering how proud she is of her younger sister. Both women turn their attention to the defeated Dawson at their feet. Each places a boot soled on Charlie’s carcass.
“That,” Cynthia says, “is what happens to bytches that mess with the Mitchells!”
Skye chuckles and nods.
“It’s also what’s happening to Dream and her clueless cowgirl,” Skylar adds. “Then the belts are back where they belong. In the family.”
Just when she was ready to snap the Carolina Cutie in two and put Skylar on the shelf during a chaotic post-math scrum that included her Charliente teammate and nasty little Mexican firecracker Soshana Soto, Big Sis made the save.
Tonight offered the opportunity of bagging two Mitchells for the price of one. Skye hadn’t been cleared for competition at Heartbroken one month after her disastrous loss, so Dawson’s patience had been tested. Still, there was something poetic about sending both sisters to Orlando General at March to War.
Just behind the curtain, standing beside the raven-haired wrestler, Lil’ So-So bounces on the balls of her feet from side to side. She’d turned the tide in Charlie’s favor in the battle between exes, integral in Dawson getting a huge win, but she’d also tasted the fury of Cynthia after the match.
Together, the pair of troublemakers have an engraved invitation to end a family’s legacy and in the most emphatic way possible, a tag team elimination, where both team members would need to be pinned or submitted, count-outs and disqualifications would not do.
Taylor Swift’s ‘Style’ emerges from the speakers and the masses are instantly aware the woman who turned her back on them and her fellow American Sweetheart to meet her own selfish desires is on her way.
(https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-CmadmM5cOk )
The women turn to each other and share a pair of high fives.
“Time to end these bytches!” Charlie affirms.
Soto nods. “Muy Charliente!”
With that they head out, a spotlight shining on the midnight-maned turncoat, the dark hair contrasting dramatically with Dawson’s perfectly pale skin but complementing her resentful attitude. The stunning dimpled Blackheart angrily shouts at the duplicitous throng. In turn, the crowd test their lungs in response, jeering loudly at their former Sweetheart.
CHARLIE DAWSON
The gorgeous grappler offers a double middle-finger salute to the embittered assembly.
On her right shoulder is the spicy little lucha. Soshana curses the crowd in her mother tongue, loosing a fury of her own on her former fans.
SOSHANA SOTO
The diminutive duo shares a chest bump then strides down the ramp and aisle, the FAWNatics well aware the bite-sized twosome could wreak havoc of destroyer-class size at any time. They keep their distance even while audibly attacking the hated pair.
So-So’s wardrobe includes a purple sports bra with gold trim, her bottoms the same color, also with gold trim. She finishes her togs with black knee pads, a pair of gold-colored boots and kick pads with purple trim.
The former Darling of the Desert is clad in her now familiar blood red hoodie Charlie unzips when reaching the ring. Dawson slips it off to reveal a similarly hued spandex two piece, the cut much less modest around her chest and ass than her Sweetheart days of yore.
The partners travel up the steps and move to mid-ring on the otuside. The former fan favorites cup a hand to an ear, acting as if they can’t hear the people who once adored them.
Satisfied, each woman wraps their arms around the top cable and backflips into the squared circle simultaneously. They move to the middle where the ring announcer sets about his job when Miss Swift’s intro fades below the hateful din of the crowd.
“The next match is scheduled for one fall with a 30-minute time limit and is an elimination tag match with no count-outs and no DQs and is for the #1 contender position for the tag team titles!”
The FAWNatics take to those stipulations, drawing a sour face from Dawson.
“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!”
The jeers are deafening but the man continues.
“And her partner…from La Paz Mexico…she stands 5’1” and weighs in tonight at another 112 pounds… Pequeno Dinamita… Soshana Soto! Together, they are one-half of Muy Charliente!”
Somehow the volume of hate increases as the team moves to their corner. There they wait for the arrival of FAWN royalty.
With the FAWNatics’ attention turning to the upper stage, much like that of the occupants of the ring, the tenor of the crowd turns to one of anticipation knowing they’re in for a special treat, Skye and Cynthia working together as partners for the first time in their long collective history.
Each sister reached the absolute heights of the tag division but never in combination. Apparently only the shared revulsion of Charlie Dawson is able to bring them together in such fashion.
With the rumble of the sellout throng slowly rising, Darius Rucker’s ‘Southern Style’ plays over the speakers and the crowd jumps to its feet as a diminutive brunette turned dirty blonde races to center stage, pumping her fist earnestly at the manic multitude.
(http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hpKFRP05Po4 )
Skylar’s gear is the familiar violet of the Mitchell clan, a tight spandex two-piece of sports top and trunks, white pads and boots completing the wardrobe.
SKYLAR MITCHELL
A moment behind, it’s the Carolina Hurricane turn to reach shore.
CYNTHIA MITCHELL
Cynthia strides purposefully to her sibling, the elder Mitchell hardly a behemoth, but clearly the ‘big girl’ of the night for this conflagration.
The Hellion is clad in identical gear to her kid sis, the Mitchells going all in with the family affair.
Natalie’s daughters embrace. It’s not the warmest of hugs a family ever produced, but perhaps the task ahead of them is breaking their concentration in living in the moment with the big moment of bashing Charlie and Soto so close at hand.
Together, they head for the ring, Skye making it a point to slap EVERY single hand offered her way-- ESPECIALLY the younger ones--as she lopes down the aisle, toward the ring. Behind her, Cyn is all business, ignoring either side as she marches.
When the Mitchells reach the ring, Skylar’s disposition changes instantly, staring fiercely at Charlie. The younger Mitchell points at her wrist as if she’s referring to a watch, letting her former BFF know her time is coming.
Skye hops to the apron, grabs the top rope and leaps over. She closes to a few feet of her foes then backpedals at the insistence of Big Sis, Cynthia ascending the steps and slipping between the ropes, joining Skye, her eyes boring holes through Charlie.
The elder Mitchell gives a perfunctory raise of her right arm to acknowledge the fans, but it’s clear her thoughts are elsewhere. Skye returns the crowd’s ovation with one of her own until the music fades and the announcer intervenes.
“And their opponents, each hailing from the Queen City…Charlotte, North Carolina, at a combined weight of 235 pounds...the morning star of a wrestling dynasty, the lil’est but baddestl…SKYLAR and the Cynful Carolina Hurricane…CYNTHIA! THE MITCHELLS!”
FAWN’s First Family moves to their corner after the customary pat-down. The sisters discuss their options and it’s no surprise when Skye takes her position outside, leaving the start of the match to the legendary Hellion.
Amidst the opposite buckles, Charlie, seeing who remains, enthusiastically offers Soshana the lead leg, quickly slipping outside the ropes and taking her position next to the ring post.
Cynthia stretches as she wheels out of the corner, locking her fingers above and behind her back to test her upper limbs before showing some disappointment when Dawson drops to the floor, well out of reach. The veteran turns her attention to Little Dynamite.
“OK, So-So. Looks like you’re going to be carrying the ball plenty tonight.”
Soto joins Cynthia in orbiting the squared circle, the women growing closer with each circuit. With her former partner occupied, Charlie shows the courage to climb back to the apron when the Carolina Hurricane brushes by.
“They kick the ball where I’m from, gringa. Not carry it. Like I’m going to be kicking your ass.”
The elder Mitchell smirks at her foe, motioning Soto in, and immediately Lil’ So-So takes the brunette up on her offer, throwing her tiny frame at Cyn. As they work for leverage, Cynthia uses her size and strength against the Mexican munchkin, forcing Soshana back in stages until her back and shoulders touch buckles in a neutral corner.
At Al Carpenter’s urging, Cynthia unfastens from her foe, raising her hands and stepping back a couple strides, offering a clean break. And the biggest name of generation of Mitchells gets a wicked bytch slap for her trouble, Soto paintbrushing Cyn’s left cheek, the brunette’s head swiveling away from the echoing impact.
It returns with violence glittering in Cyn’s green eyes. A chuckling Soshana instantly turns pensive. As the Hellion reaches for So-So’s ebony and green locks, black topside, leading to the verdant color as the mane cascades to the Mexican’s shoulders, Soto dips under the top rope, sending her head and torso out of play.
“Keep her back,” Soshana mandates. “That was totally legal, and she was reaching for my hair.”
“I can’t call what she’s GOING TO DO,” Al informs.
He implores Cyn to retreat and the half-flushing Mitchell nods and does as she’s asked. Soto pulls in her top half and, when Mitchell reaches for her, looking to tie-up, Soto hits the deck, somersaulting under Cynthia’s grasp.
Pequeno Dinamita pops to her feet, spins, and races toward a turning Cyn. The Hellion pivots and lowers a shoulderblock…BOOM!, taking the Mexican off her feet, Lil’ So-So left staring up in wonder at the elder member of their adversaries. Cynthia slaps the weaponized right shoulder, then motions Soshana to rise.
“Let’s go little Latina. Let’s see what ya got.”
Soto huffs as she kips to her feet. Shed turns to the ropes behind her, scooting into the springy, rubber-coated steel, then rebounds at full speed, ONLY TO BE SENT DOWN EVEN HARDER with another ‘Stop Sign’ of a shoulder from the vet.
Soto’s dark eyes blink in surprise or perhaps realization. Soshana starts to roll out of the ring but runs into a waiting Skye, who stands vigil over the Mexican’s preferred escape route. With her course cut off by the younger, flaxen-haired member of the sister/partners, So-So climbs to her feet within the confines instead and immediately feels the Hellion tugging at her multicolored mane from behind.
Mitchell transfers her grip to a wrist and shoulder and heaves the tiny Latina firecracker to the far strands. Soshana u-turns out of the cables and, with Cynthia set mid-ring, leaps into a crossbody splash across Mitchell’s chest. The only problem, Cynthia is barely budged by the impact, the Carolina Hurricane catching Soto out of mid-air without a problem. With a squirming Soshana stuck in her grasp, Cyn genuflects and drops Soto’s lower spine across bended knee, trying to snap the spine of her south-of-the-border adversary.
With Soto’s face twisted in pain, Mitchell adds to the anguish, pressing one palm against So-So’s chin, pushing down her top half, while the other presses against a golden-brown lower limb of the Mexican, Little Dynamite forced into an agonizing arch.
As Cynthia works her foe like a part-time job, increasing the pressure to Soto’s vertebrae by the second, So-So mewling in pain, Al slides in close, asking Soshana if she’s ready to leave Dawson short-handed. Charlie shouts out a ‘NO’ for her partner, drawing a snicker from the opposite corner from Dawson’s former tag champion partner.
“Shut your mouth before I shut it for you,” the Blackheart shouts.
“Less talk, more action,” the caboose of her Mitchell generation responds.
“Like you’re in action, Charlie responds.
Skylar nods as if she’s willing to concede the point, then stretches out her hand, yelling at her sister. “TAG!”
Cyn relents in her efforts to snap the backbone of the Mexican, shoving Soshana off the plank of her upper leg. Soto splats to the canvas, arm reaching for the base of her spine. The elder Mitchell doesn’t leave her there long, plucking Soto off the deck by a shoulder and wrist. The Hellion Irish Whips her opponent to the Mitchells’ corner, Lil’ So-So’s boot soles barely touching the canvas as she THWAMS into the buckles at warp speed, her back bruised further.
That’s only half her trouble though, as a charging Cynthia arrives a half-second after, leaping from several feet out and BURYING the diminutive chica under an avalanche of Carolina Hurricane. A smiling Cyn stays pressed tight against the limp Soto after impact, reaching an arm over the Caliente cutie and slapping a hand with her sibling.
Keeping it clean for the time being at least, Cynthia evacuates on one side of the corner while her golden-maned Lil Sis enters from the opposite. Instantly, the younger Mitchell pivots and lands a nasty backhand chop across the clavicle of the Mexican mite. The sole remaining American Sweetheart then dips and grabs the middle rope on either side, then DRIVES a shoulder DEEP into the golden-brown midriff of the Mexican, folding So-So far between the top and middle buckle, one, two, three times.
Skye pulls out and turns to gaze at the snarling Charlie.
“Active enough?”
Dawson has nothing to say so Mitchell turns back to Soto and gets a rather wicked knife-edge of her own for straying from the topic at hand.
Wincing from the chop, Skye nevertheless responds instantly with a European Uppercut, rocking Lil’ So-So, the Latina’s head snapping back. The abbreviated stems of the Latina give out a tick after, and Soto’s on her ass at the feet of the Carolina Cutie.
Mitchell first turns to the FAWNatics and raises her right arm, swinging it like a lasso. They raise the roof in response, knowing what the younger sibling has in mind. Skylar again turns, this time in Charlie’s direction and nods. “OH YEAH!”
“Don’t you dare,” Dawson says. “DON’T YOU…”
But Skye does, turning her taut little cheeks to Soshana’s face and shoving her backside into the wide-eyed features of the Latina, delivering the bite-sized version of her Mama’s infamous Kiss My Grits stinkface.
Soto spasms and flails wildly beneath as Skye scrubs her foe’s face with Carolina patootie, using every inch of her glutes to leave So-So a greasy-faced, sputtering mess when Mitchell pulls away and allows a breath from the overwhelmed Caliente combatant.
Dawson screams angrily at her Charliente teammate, but a bleary-eyed Soto is having enough trouble figuring out where she is. Skye plucks her foe’s ankles and drags the dishrag toward the middle, turning Soshana’s frame so she’s perpendicular to the corner just occupied.
Placing the south-of-the-border baddie just so, Skylar hustles to the buckles and quickly climbs to the top. She turns to face her flattened target and vaults HIGH off her perch. The blonde’s body compacts at the top of her arc and flies open, all froggy, Skye setting to splash Soto beneath her.
But as Mitchell descends, Soshana rolls clear. Thankfully for the manic Mitchell family fans, Skye literally adjusts on the fly, sticking a landing, then somersaulting forward and popping to her feet. She smiles at a sneering Blackheart, only a few feet removed.
“You’re next.”
Skylar turns to find the Latina ready and able and she absolutely EATS a superkick from Little Dynamite, So-So finding a second wind and bashing a boot into the tip of the Carolina Cutie’s chin.
Skye’s body straightens board-like, arms limp at her sides, and she collapses like a falling, if very short, tree.
A spent Soto dives atop the semiconscious blonde and Carpenter’s ready for the surprise count, slapping for…
ONE…
TWO…
Mitchell pushes a shoulder off the canvas, saving Cynthia from a handicap.
No more than a step away from the near-fall, Charlie demands entry and, with So-So still in a bit of a daze, Dawson dips and reaches between the ropes to slap the Mexican’s shoulder when Soto reaches all fours.
“I got this,” Charlie assures, entering to devour the loopy Skylar. “Take a siesta.”
+++
The Blackheart enters and takes a victory lap, looping around, just beyond the reach of a scowling Cyn. As Dawson returns to the Charliente corner, the younger Mitchell is rising and Charlie helps her the rest of the way. She shoves her former partner deep into enemy territory. The raven-haired, ivory-skinned traitor goes all top-of-his-game Muhammad Ali, bobbing and weaving with fancy footwork and fisticuffs in front of the wobbling blonde.
PEK…PEK-PEK.
Charlie pops Skylar’s chin with a series of left jabs that have the Carolina Cutie swaying with each touch. Dawson draws back a big right, twists to give it a smooch and delivers it to Mitchell’s jaw. After the head snap, only the juncture of the ropes keeps Skye on her feet, the former tag champion nearly out on them.
Charlie leaps to the middle cables, pressing her pelvis into Mitchell’s mug while showing off to the jeering crowd. Wrapping an arm around the blonde’s noggin, Charlie leaps off her perch, throwing her legs up and out and ripping Skylar to the deck face and chest-first with a brutal Jumping DDT.
Jumping DDT ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=S-ffeZvvmAc )
Planting the Lil’est Mitchell into the deck with extreme prejudice, Dawson watches as her former friend absently rolls to her back. Sensing an opportunity, the Blackheart scrambles to the waylaid Skye and settles atop her adversary with a crossbody press for the…
ONE…
TWO…
With Big Sis pleading with her sibling to kick loose, Skylar responds as if on command but with only a second to spare.
A dazed Mitchell pushes up to a seat, green eyes glazed as she stares off into space, not responding to Cynthia’s call to come to her voice. Charlie does however, pushing up to her feet and strolling by the First Family’s corner.
“Has to be quite a shock to the system, stepping down from Ivy to that.”
Dawson points blindly behind her at Cyn’s sister.
“Believe me. I know what a burden she can be,” Charlie continues.
“I’m telling you,” Cynthia growls. “You want to stop.”
The Blackheart shakes her head.
“I most definitely DO NOT!”
Charlie’s shoulder-length, ebony locks bounce behind her as she spins and races toward a slowly ascending Skye. The former Desert Darling lifts a big knee as she closes, aiming it at the temple of a stooped Mitchell. But Skylar twists out of the way of the bony cap and lets Dawson BANG her joint against the middle buckle at full speed.
A wincing Charlie hobbles out of the corner and is pulled to the canvas by her former partner, Skye rolling Dawson into a tight small package, the Desert Diva stacked on her shoulders, squirming fitfully in the knot created by Lil’est Mitchell for the…
ONE…
TWO…
Charlie breaks loose, her alabaster frame expanding wide from the package, Dawson barely saving herself.
Knowing she needs to get Big Sis back in the ring, the younger Mitchell sibling crawls toward the older while a worried Blackheart confirms with Carpenter it’s only a two-count. Seeing Skye absconding, Dawson tracks after the potential escapee, and when the Carolina Cutie pushes to her feet for the final steps to Cyn, Charlie snatches her blonde locks from behind.
“I’ll tell you when you’re done, Sweetheart,” Dawson barks. “And I’m not done with you YEHHH.”
Skylar twists into a sharp elbow that catches Dawson on the chin, interrupting her and sending the Blackheart onto her heels as Skye leaps the final distance to Cynthia’s hand.
Tagged, the elder Mitchell uses her two-handed grip on the top cable to vault over the top. She lands a few feet from Dawson, but it’s the Blackheart who swings first, swiping with a fragile clothesline the Hellion ducks under.
Cynthia latches onto the Desert Diva’s arm pivots in a leap over her adversary’s back and comes out the opposite side in an instantaneous front facelock Mitchell turns into a Floatover DDT.
Floatover DDT ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=RmWuSfKb9V0 )
Cynthia SPIKES Dawson’s skull into the deck. Somehow, Charlie bounces back to her feet from the impact, stumbling drunkenly but upright. As Dawson fights to find her equilibrium, Cyn pivots 90 degrees from her target and THUMPS her left boot against the canvas, loading the footwear for a HUGE Super Kick to the chin that would leave Charlie’s lights out for the rest of the night.
The buzz of the FAWNatics is a dead giveaway for everyone in the house but the dumbfounded Charlie who staggers into the kill zone, arms limp at her sides, jaw leading the way.
But as Cyn sends the lethal boot on its way, an undetected entrant shoves Dawson clear, only to EAT EVERY BIT of the boot sole. Soshana pirouettes from the force of the impact against her jaw, crumpling to a puddle at Mitchell’s feet, out cold.
As for Dawson, after being saved by her partner, the Blackheart’s survival instincts are keen, rolling under the ropes to create some space.
Cynthia’s not having it and she’s quickly in high pursuit, dropping to the canvas and sliding out after the retreating Desert Diva. Grabbing a wrist and shoulder from behind, the Hellion spins a startled Dawson and runs her toward the steel ring steps, ready to toss her foe into the unforgiving edifice. But a few steps out, Charlie cleverly reverses the Irish Whip, and it’s Cynthia whose right shoulder and hip BANGS into the metal, rocking the stairs off their base from the preposterous potency of the toss and ensuing CRASH.
A huffing Charlie draws in deep breaths as she hovers over a puddled Cyn, Mitchell mewling. Dawson, determined to press the advantage before Al’s count accumulates, sinks her nails into the brunette’s scalp. She peels the Carolina Hurricane out of her crumpled heap and THWACKS Cyn’s forehead into the apron’s edge, the crowd groaning at the sight as Mitchell’s braincase whiplashes away.
Fingers still gripping the veteran’s mane, Charlie doesn’t let Cynthia get distant. Instead, she spins the most famous and infamous Mitchell toward the squared circle and throws her back into the field of play, Cyn rolling under the bottom cable.
From outside, Dawson grabs an ankle of the barely stirring Latina inside and tugs her partner out of the ring. She gives Soto a couple light taps on the cheek. With So-So finally showing some signs of life, Dawson dives under and in with Carpenter’s count at ‘NINE’.
“Hey girl,” the Blackheart shouts at her former partner as she rises, Dawson surprisingly chipper as she tugs a limp lethargic Cyn to stooped feet. “Bet Big Sis isn’t going to appreciate me Dropping her Out.”
Charlie guts Mitchell with a toe kick to the tummy, then tugs the dipped skull of her foe between her ivory stems, cinching in a standing head scissors.
“But I bet you will!”
While Skye stews, Dawson underhooks one arm then the other ready to deliver the most significant insult her sister could endure, being taken out by her signature finisher.
Drop Out ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=D7MP-cfAD4Y ) :16
But before Charlie can deliver, the Hellion wraps her arms around the alabaster thighs of her foe and grunts as she sends Dawson flying in a front flip courtesy a perfectly timed back body drop. Charlie’s spine THWUMPS onto the canvas, the Blackheart grimacing as her frame curls into a pained arch, Mitchell descending to her haunches from the effort.
The FAWNatics rhythmically clap for the Carolina Hurricane, urging Cyn to reach her feet and get a somewhat rested and fully ready Skye to take on her former partner at full power, then beat the holy hell out of the traitor.
While Soshana shouts at the crowd to keep quiet, Mitchell, instead of rising as the throngs hoped she would, raises her right arm, offering silent thanks for their support. She delivers a forearm shiver to the back of Dawson’s skull, leaving a glassy-eyed Charlie face and chest-down, on the deck in a daze.
The lead bytch of the Mitchell pack slides to a seat in front of the gobsmacked Blackheart, legs on either side. Cyn slowly pulls Dawson’s head up and forward, placing her foes’ chin on her lap, the crowd roaring as they sense the end of the raven-haired Charlie courtesy of Cynthia’s Mortal Cyn submission.
Sure enough, the Hellion tightens a figure-four scissors around Dawson’s temples and ears, then collects the Blackheart’s left leg at the ankle, pulling it into a half-Crab, adding incredible stress on the traitor’s lower limb and lower spine to the vise-like force around Charlie’s noggin, the Mortal Cyn fully administered to a sinner against the Mitchell family.
Mortal Cyn ( i.imgur.com/uKOjadR.jpg )
A grimacing Dawson squirms futilely within the trap, the FAWNatics screaming at her to ‘TAP…TAP…TAP’ and be the first eliminated. For them, it’s only a matter of time.
Seemingly sharing that opinion, Lil’ So-So slips through the ropes and NAILS Cynthia with a leaping clothesline across the clavicle, breaking up the hold before Charlie can surrender.
With Mitchell’s legs springing open after the impact, Dawson rolls clear, ending on her back, staring blankly at the rafters.
Meanwhile, Skye isn’t about to let the match devolve into a handicap even if Al might. She slides between the strands and charges a rising Soto, THUMPING boots to chest with a perfectly placed dropkick that sends the Mexican tumbling through the cables and plopping to the floor below.
Not satisfied with simply ejecting the Latina brat, America’s remaining Sweetheart exits after her foe to make sure she learns a lesson in messing with the Mitchells.
Carpenter watches the duo tangle outside, the bite-sized combatants throwing haymakers at each other, each rocked by the other but unwilling to give an inch. A risen Cynthia checks on Baby Sis and, as Skylar starts to get the better, she turns to the slowly ascending Dawson; the pale, ebony-maned Blackheart reaching her knees, wobbling like a reed in the wind.
The Hellion moves to her prey for the belated end, snatching the pitch-black mane of her adversary, when Charlie swings an uppercut forearm between Cynthia’s wickets, BLASTING Mitchell’s crotch with a cruel shot to her foe’s privates.
Cyn rises to tiptoes, her knees knocking, face twisted in pain and surprise. With hands buried between her thighs, she’s frozen as Dawson slowly pushes to her feet, Carpenter only now turning to his legal competitors.
Charlie guts the elder Mitchell with a toe kick to taut tummy, doubling over the Hurricane, Cyn’s emerald eyes bulging. Dawson yanks the lowered head between her ivory thighs, then collects the clan leader’s arms in double underhooks.
“I own all you Mitchell bytches,” Charlie assures, then CRASHES to her knees DROPPING OUT the future Hall of Famer with her own finisher, Cynthia’s forehead PLOWING into the thinly-sheathed floorboards.
The sickening sound draws Skye’s attention and, as the Blackheart shoves Cyn’s unconscious carcass to her back, Lil Sis tries to dive in for the save. But Soshana holds on to the blonde like a rabid chupacabra and Skylar watches in dismay as Charlie mounts her sister in a lateral press, Dawson hooking the far limp leg for the…
ONE…
TWO…
THREEEE!
Al signals to the ring announcer and she elevates her voice to the jeering crowd.
“Charlie Dawson has eliminated Cynthia Mitchell by pinfall!”
The Blackheart allows Cyn’s limp leg to flop to the canvas and she uses her palms to press up from the motionless Mitchell. On her haunches next to Cynthia, she wearily raises an arm to the boos and catcalls.
Outside, a distraught Skye shakes off the defensive work of Muy Caliente’s Lil Dynamite, pushing her aside and climbing into the ring, too late to save her sibling.
Supercharged with adrenaline, the younger Mitchell leaps into a meteora of a rising Dawson, shins crashing into shoulders and taking down her former partner and fellow former tag champion. With Charlie properly Thesz pressed, the Carolina Cutie WAILS on the traitor beneath her, pounding rights and lefts, some blocked, others finding homes.
The Blackheart finally bucks Skylar off, scrambling for the hills on hands and knees, wanting nothing to do with the enraged Sweetheart. As the raven-haired wrestler heads for comparative safety, she tags Soshana on the way out, transferring legality to the Latina.
But a risen and furious Mitchell ignores the hesitant Soto. Instead, her sole focus is on the retreating Charlie. Skye races to the ropes and sends herself through like a missile. The tiny blonde soars toward a turning, wide-eyed Dawson, landing across the Blackheart’s shoulders, while acquiring a front facelock. She immediately whips the startled Charlie through a Suicide Dive Tornado DDT, SPIKING Dawson’s skull into the thinly-padded cement, the Blackheart ending in a lifeless spreadeagle, the crowd gleefully chanting “YOU…DESERVE…IT”.
Skye High ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=7oa8ZuXHXOI ) :19
Having followed Mitchell through the ropes but stopping on the apron’s edge while Carpenter tends to the task of rolling a comatose Cynthia out of the ring, Pequeno Dinamita is ready to explode on a rising, turning Skye. The explosive Mexican takes to the Orlando airspace, golden-brown, lithe legs leading the way as Soto sets about creating a sweep of the Mitchells with an acrobatic diving hurricarana.
Diving Hurricarana ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=uQe4HVdw94E )
But with the adrenaline still pumping at full force from the sight of Big Sis biting it, Skylar manages to catch the diminutive Latina seated atop her shoulders and halt Lil’ So-So’s plan prematurely. With an anxious, incredulous Soshana draped upside-down down Mitchell’s chest and legs, a snarling Skye spins and THWACKS Soto against the edge of the ring once, then twice for good measure, Soto’s head and shoulders striking hard.
Arms exhausted, Mitchell lets Lil’ So-So plop to the arena floor. But the roaring crowd quickly reenergizes the rampaging Carolina Cutie. She sinks her nails into the green and black mane of the Mexican, lifting the limp Latina and rolling her in under the ropes.
Skylar climbs to the apron, then feels a tug on an ankle. A wobbling, bleary-eyed Charlie has a grip, but she’s easily shaken off and pounded in the chops with a boot to the jaw, sending Dawson spilling to the floor.
Inside, Soshana is pushing to her feet. Skye grabs the top rope with both hands and lifts her left leg between the top and middle ropes. Her boot sole lands on the bottom cable and America’s Sweetheart slips her frame through, then springboards off the strand, capturing Soto’s skull in mid-air.
It’s a short, non-stop flight for the combustible member of Muy Caliente, Mitchell hitting a modified version of her Skye Dive springboard stunner.
Modified Skye Dive ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=iJO_jHe3Vyc )
The Latina’s body jerks away from the impact, then falls leaden to the canvas. Skye shovels the little Mexican to her back and climbs aboard in a full body pin, Skylar pinning Lil’ So-So’s arms above her, Soto in an insensate single file beneath Mitchell for the…
ONE…
TWO…
THREEE!
Carpenter’s quick with his duties, motioning to the ring announcer. The woman belts out the result to a joyous bunch of FAWNatics.
“Skye Mitchell has eliminated Soshana Soto by pinfall!”
There’s no celebration from the younger Mitchell as she takes a quick glance at her sister being propped up by a FAWN attendant, Cynthia shoulder to shoulder with the man.
“Go get her,” the Hellion mouths and Skylar nods in return, leaving Soshana’s lifeless form mid-ring.
The blonde babyface crawls to the ring’s edge and rolls under and out. She collects a still rattled Dawson by the ears, pulling the pale, raven-haired grappler to unsteady feet, then shoving her former bestie back in.
Skye takes a deep breath and follows the remaining legal competitor in.
With the speed Mitchell’s brought Dawson back into play, the splayed So-So continues to be a felled piece on the board. The blonde rolls the Latina’s stilled frame to the side with a push of her boot, then heads for a slowly rising Blackheart, a drained Dawson up to one knee but otherwise flaccid in comparison.
Skylar wraps both hands around Charlie’s noggin and ‘helps’ the raven-haired wrestler to vertical. But as the Desert Diva rises, she brings a European Uppercut with her, rattling Mitchell’s braincase with a wicked forearm that lifts Skye to her heels, nearly tipping the caboose of the Mitchell clan.
With a switch in momentum upon the worried FAWNatics, Dawson grabs hold of a wrist and shoulder of her foe and flings the Sweetheart across the canvas. Racing to the buckles, Mitchell hops to the bottom cables on either side while grabbing the top. She throws her legs up and back, wrapping them around the head of a charging Charlie.
Skye POUNDS a couple kicks into the crown of Dawson’s cranium, then reapplies her scissors, so she can thrust her pelvis and lower limbs forward to RAM Charlie’s face into the middle buckle with extreme force, her Tar Heel Smash leaving the Blackheart kneeling at the altar of a righteous Mitchell.
Tar Heel Smash ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=G7rd74zCr1M )
Skylar enjoys the dominant position for a second or two, soaking in the cheers, then dismounts the shellshocked Dawson.
Instead of pushing her advantage, a glistening Skye backpedals to center stage and motions for Dawson to rise from her foe’s six. Slowly, Charlie’s senses return enough to get her feet beneath her. With Soshana stirring but in no condition to warn her partner, an ignorant Charlie spins and staggers toward a pivoting Mitchell.
Skylar delivers what might be the most dangerous superkick in the business, a lightning bolt that finds Dawson’s chin with both speed and power, Skye delivering Greetings From Charlotte like a lullaby for her traitorous former BFF.
Greetings from Charlotte superkick ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=0tDjNAXLBls ) 1:13
As if in slow motion, a stiff Charlie collapses to the canvas, out cold in a starfish.
With the crowd roaring, a spent Mitchell drops across the Blackheart’s chest. Skye hooks Charlie’s far leg, like Momma Mitchell always taught and stays tight for the…
ONE…
TWO…
THREEE!
Carpenter pushes to his feet and excitedly calls for the bell. It tolls as the FAWNatics celebrate and the announcer chimes in with the official decision.
“Skye Mitchell has eliminated Charlie Dawson by pinfall. Your winners and NEW number one contenders for the FAWN tag team titles…THE MITCHELLS!”
Having recovered enough for reasonable locomotion, Cyn rolls back in the squared circle, pushes to her feet, and draws an exhausted Skye off the flattened and lifeless Charlie.
The siblings embrace in a tight hug, Cynthia whispering how proud she is of her younger sister. Both women turn their attention to the defeated Dawson at their feet. Each places a boot soled on Charlie’s carcass.
“That,” Cynthia says, “is what happens to bytches that mess with the Mitchells!”
Skye chuckles and nods.
“It’s also what’s happening to Dream and her clueless cowgirl,” Skylar adds. “Then the belts are back where they belong. In the family.”