Post by hawkeye on Apr 22, 2024 23:09:08 GMT
This upcoming tag match had FAWNatics excited for the Spring Break undercard the last few weeks. The Wrecking Crew have well, wrecked the competition in their last few outings and now have the chance to sink their teeth into an actual wrestling family. International star Catalina Melocoton and her lovely daughter Elisa debuted in singles competition the last two months in valiant but losing efforts. Since then, they’ve been lighting up the tag division in Bangor. Commissioner Christian is looking for future contenders for the tag titles and the results of this match will go a long way in deciding who they’ll be.
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Q91hydQRGyM
It looks like the first to enter the ring will be the duo newest to FAWN! Entering to the elder Melocoton’s theme of Let’s Get Loud by Jennifer Lopez, the mother and daughter come jogging through the curtains with a bounce in their steps and big smiles. Mama Melocoton Catalina’s clapping to the beat and looking ageless in her distinctive ring gear; Green boots and kneepads. A long-sleeved emerald green one-piece with an open collar with lapel flaps, which feed into a wide cleavage cut-out that ends just under her gaze-stealing breasts. Emblazoned on her back is a large gold peach, a reference to the natural weapon she carries some inches south. Miss Miracle has one of the most famous backsides in wrestling and she’s proud to show it off with a cheeky cut of her ring gear.
CATALINA MELOCOTON
RING GEAR
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Catalina turns with a flourish to the junior Melocoton, who’s hyping the crowd and pumping her fist in the air with jubilation, pointing at her with both fingers “Show some love to Mi hija Elisa!”
And they do. The arena erupts in a storm of positivity that makes the young rookie blush, “Thank you!”. It’s hard not to love this cinnamon-toned vision with a glorious afro that makes her head a perfect circle. 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 as they trek down the ramp. Elisa’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’s wearing bottoms with a similar cut as Mama Miracle, but with the same hue and trimming as her top, plus some extra flare with lime green fringe at the hips. Elisa wears the family crest on a thin, ornate gold belt that has the stylized peach front and center. 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.
ELISA MELOCOTON
“From Hollywood, California…Standing at five feet five inches and five feet and three inches tall and weighing in at a combined two-hundred and fifty-six pounds… Catalina and Elisa Melocoton, Queen and Princess Peach, THE MIRACLES!!!”
The fantastic family practically flies up those steel steps to the apron. With duel two-handed yanks on the top rope, Catalina and Elisa vault over the cables into the ring and embrace each other in a tight hug. Catalina's maternal instincts compel her to keep going long enough to warn Little Miracle, “You’re going to be amazing tonight, but please be careful.”
“I will, Mamá.” Elisa breaks the hug to throw some play punches that Catalina blocks with a boxer’s guard, “You be careful too. Let's show this company we mean business!” The veteran grins and deflects a punch to wrap an arm across her daughter’s shoulders, “Damn right we are! This crew’s about to get wrecked.” They head off to their corner to wait for their malicious opposition.
Silence fills the arena as the crowd settles back to their seats. Suddenly, a guitar riff disrupts the peace and white flashes spam the stage to the rhythm of the music.
You've Got Another Thing Comin':
www.youtube.com/watch?v=coA75uoMF40
The chattering immediately turns into clear, distinct boos as The Wrecking Crew comes through the curtains. A spotlight shone brightly on The Crew as seizure-inducing lights hit the rest of the arena.
“Introducing their opponents, coming in at a combined weight of two-hundred and forty-nine pounds, MADDY MAYHEM AND REBECCA RAVAGE, THE WRECKING CREW!"
MADDY MAYHEM
REBECCA RAVAGE
With Batsy over her shoulders, Maddy sports a red vinyl studded bra and boy shorts complete with two-toned black-red paddings and black boots. As for Rebecca, she’s sporting a purple bra and black tights, complete with black paddings and boots with RR, stylized on both boots. Her fists were taped with R on the back of each hand.
The Brooklynite marches up to the Melocotons in an attempt to intimidate them while the ref tries to keep her in The Crew’s corner. Meanwhile, The Mistress of Madness takes a tour around the ringside to taunt the crowd with funny faces before rolling into the ring with Batsy.
“Hey, you gotta leave that outside of the ring!” The ref exclaims.
“It has a name damn it!” Maddy snapped, feinting a swing at the ref, causing him to retreat, only for Maddy to break into laughter.
“Hah, alright, alright. I will leave Batsy out there if you are that scared.” Maddy smiles and rolls Batsy out of the ring before moving into the corner with Ravage to discuss their plans for the match. The duo, even though inseparable, have been struggling to make their mark in the tag team division but all their efforts have been in vain.
“Ok, I will start firs-”
“THAT’S NOT THE PLAN! FU*K!” Rebecca yelled in frustration but the ref quickly ushers her out of the ring, leaving Maddy as the legal woman. In contrast, Elisa quietly enters the ring and punches the air to warm up while Catalina stays on the apron, silently measuring their rowdy opponents looking for any gaps in their game. The ref motions for the bell, its echoes throughout the arena as Maddy breaks out in far too broad a smile and extends a hand to Elisa with a small bow, “We haven’t met before! You must be new. I’m Maddy.”
Elisa’s eyebrows furrowed slightly in confusion, she wasn’t expecting politeness after that show of an entrance. It quickly fades into her default expression of alert contentedness, she takes Maddy’s hand and gives it a firm shake. “I am new. I’m Elisa Melocoton, it’s nice to meet-”
A sharp tug on Little Miracle’s arm pulls her in close enough for a headbutt that thuds against the bridge of her nose. “Argh!” Elisa’s eyes automatically fill with tears and she staggers back holding her bruised proboscis. Miss Mayhem grabs a fistful of the rookie’s afro and reels her into a knee to the gut that nearly comes out Elisa’s back and doubles her over.
“Nice to beat you!”
Miss Mayhem digs a second hand into Elisa’s brown curls and breaks into a jog to the empty corner on The Wrecking Crew’s side of the ring, the junior Melocoton stumbles in tow or risks getting a brand-new bald spot the hard way. Maddy rears Elisa’s head back and brings her forehead down like a hammer on the top turnbuckle, and does it again and again and again. When the fourth buckle-beating doesn’t weaken her stems, Maddy bullies the rookie into the corner facing out and drives a series of broadside kneelifts into her stomach. “Are you gals called peaches because you bruise like ‘em?” she asks as she drives the plank of her thigh into Elisa’s belly. Maddy plows a half-dozen into Hollywood midsection before the ref demands they leave the corner. Maddy turns on him angrily “You never let me have any fun!” and turns back to hair-haul Elisa into the ring just to get her breath stolen by a Knife-edge Chop that ripples her top. Little Miracle’s on the offensive and making Maddy retreat with a flurry of Chops that get sharper and louder with each hit. The babyface-loving crowd comes alive with Elisa’s resurgence and cheer the rookie on as she takes the Maiden of Mayhem down with a Clothesline.
Elisa stomps on Maddy’s navel with the tiniest bit of spite, “You’re a rude girl aren’t you?” Maddy sits up looking queasy from the belly blow and winces when her neck is cranked to an uncomfortable angle by Elisa with a standing chinlock. Little Miracle looks over her shoulder to her mom who’s slapping the top buckle in approval and anticipation, Catalina calls out “Here when you’re ready!”
“Be there in a sec!”
Little Miracle drags Mayhem off the mat and starts walking her to Melocoton territory with a Side Headlock. Catalina stretches a hand out for her daughter to tag when Mayhem gets squirrely and tries to wriggle out of Elisa’s grasp. The lock proves too tight, so Maddy takes the young beauty by the hips and straightens up balancing Elisa on a shoulder for a Backdrop Suplex. Elisa counters with the ease of a more experienced wrestler and rolls off Maddy shoulder back onto her feet. She scythes out her arm and darts forward with a clothesline that Maddy blindly dodges by doubling over and letting the Princess run past to a possible collision with Queen Peach. The Miraculous One leans back with a start as Elisa skids to a halt inches before a family meeting of the minds, she whirls around to face the slippery heel and sees Maddy give her the peace sign before poking her in the peepers!
“Hey!” Catalina puts a boot on the boot rope to lean deeper into the ring so she can chew out Maddy properly, “Stay off my baby’s eyes, loca!”
The Maiden of Mayhem lowers and hugs the blinded Elisa around waist, shaking her head at Catalina like the veteran said something ridiculous, “No.” Maddy hoists Princess Peach off the mat and then brings her down crotch first on a posted knee.
INVERTED ATOMIC DROP
www.youtube.com/watch?v=QTY0_rFR4mE
“Waaugh!” Elisa waddles backwards with a wail and her hands between her legs. Maddy grabs the rookie’s afro and reels her in, “Come ‘ere, mama’s girl!” Maddy breaks into a running leap to the Wrecking Crew’s corner; Mayhem lands on her toned tush while Elisa’s pretty face hits the coarse canvas with a One-armed Bulldog that shakes her brain. Still seated, Mayhem reaches up and tags in Rebecca Ravage.
“About time!” The Brooklyn Bitch vaults over the top rope and gives her partner a helping hand to stand, “Did you think this was a handicap match?”
“Shut up! We’ve barely started.” The Crew playfully bicker while they pick the junior Melocoton off the mat and stand on either side of the woozy Elisa. They shift a leg behind each stem of the legacy star and reach across her abundant chest to hold each other by the forearm. They lean Elisa forward then whip her backward, tripping the youngster over their ankles and slamming her against the mat with a stunning Double STO.
youtu.be/kfODRApyZ74(08:28)
The referee quickly ushers the illegal woman out of the ring while Rebecca seizes the opportunity, capitalizing on the damage inflicted by the double STO. As Elisa attempts to reach the ropes for support, Rebecca unleashes a series of stomps over her back, each impact reverberating through the arena. The referee kept a close eye on the action, ensuring that the onslaught remained within the bounds of the rules.
Rebecca's ruthless assault continued as she swiftly closed the distance between herself and Elisa and yanks her off the mat. With a firm grip on the back of Elisa's head, she propelled her opponent headfirst into the unforgiving turnbuckle, “EAT THIS!”
Rebecca shows no mercy as she continues her relentless assault on Princess Peach, stomping her repeatedly in the midsection. The echoing stomps resonate through the arena, each one intensifying the agony for poor Elisa. The Wrecking Crew, true to their name, seems set on dismantling their opponents with a methodical and brutal approach.
The Junior Melocoton winces in pain as she sinks deeper into the corner, setting herself up for the incoming onslaught. The crowd's anticipation turns into a mixture of sympathy and disdain as Rebecca confidently struts to the center of the ring, provocatively flipping them off. The arena erupts in boos, but Rebecca remains unfazed, fueled by her own arrogance. With a burst of speed, she charges at the cornered Elisa, aiming to deliver a brutal Bronco Buster.
In a desperate bid to escape the relentless assault, Elisa instinctively slips out of the ring just as Rebecca charges towards the corner. The Wrecking Crew's momentum works against them as Rebecca crashes coochie-first into the unforgiving bottom turnbuckle.
“URGHH!!! F*CK!” Rebecca's expletive fills the air as she writhes on the canvas, clutching her injured nether regions in pain. Eliza, on the outside, smirks with satisfaction, seizing the moment to regroup and prepare for a counteroffensive.
Rebecca battles to regain her footing, but The Younger Melocoton seizes the opportunity. Hopping onto the apron, Elisa sizes up her opponent. As Rebecca turns to confront her, Elisa effortlessly springs onto the top rope, propelling herself back into the ring. With precision, she locks Ravage in a front facelock, executing a seamless spin that culminates in driving Rebecca's head forcefully into the canvas with a devastating Tornado DDT!
SPRINGBOARD TORNADO DDT
www.youtube.com/watch?v=qgTMa6EFr9k&ab_channel=SharadReddy
The impactful move leaves Rebecca sprawled on the mat, momentarily dazed and vulnerable. Elisa quickly scurries over Ravage’s body and hooks her leg for…
ONE
TWO
THRNOOO!!!
Rebecca, resilient as ever, defiantly kicks out, even without any interference from Maddy. Elisa, seizing control, yanks Rebecca by her blonde locks, dragging her toward the home corner. With a quick and sharp tag, Catalina enters the fray, ready to continue the assault on their beleaguered opponent.
The Mother-Daughter combo attempts to whip The Brooklynite down the center of the ring, aiming to take Ravage's head off with a double clothesline. However, Rebecca cunningly ducks under the attack, swiftly returning to The Melocotons and takes both Elisa and Catalina down with a thunderous double clothesline of her own.
Reeling from the impact of the Tornado DDT, Ravage's movements slow to a crawl. The other half of The Wrecking Crew begins to stomp her feet and slam the turnbuckle, fervently demanding her partner to make the much-needed tag. The energy in the corner is palpable as Rebecca inches closer to making the exchange. The energy in the arena is electric as Catalina leapfrogs over Rebecca’s back and flattens her with a spine-adjusting Hip drop. Catalina stands over the fallen Ravage with arms akimbo and engages in a heated staredown with Miss Mayhem on the apron. “Don’t think you’ll get off easy psicópata,” She sits out squashing Ravage with another Hip drop without breaking the staring contest. The side-cut blonde groans like an animal under a tire while her crewmate snarls like a chained attack dog, “Any time you’re ready, grandma!”
Spying in the FAWNtron that Elisa made it to their corner safely, Catalina dismounts her anti-social steed and picks Rebecca off the canvas by the back of her red bra. Planting her feet and focusing her power, Catalina flings Rebecca into the closest corner. Rebecca turns in time but hits the buckles too hard and too fast to stand, she rebounds painfully off the padded steel and falls face down in the shadow of the corner with a whining cry. The Miraculous One deftly avoids the blonde speed bump as she sprints to the same corner and leaps onto the middle cables. After bouncing once in preparation Catalina throws her legs back like she was sheet being unfurled and plummets into a rope-asisted Hip Drop, the third try clearly the worst of the three. A dry squawk bubbles from Rebbeca’s lips as she curls around her rider before she puddles against the canvas limp as a dish rag. Catalina speedily shoves the wrecked crew member faceup and slaps her hands on Ravage’s breasts for a cover.
ONE
TWO
THNOOO!!!
Double R bucks out of the pin and turns onto a shoulder. In the Miracles’ corner, Elisa goes into a quick pout at the denied victory and then resumes cheering her mom on, “That was close, we almost got ‘em!”
Catalina nods dragging a struggling Ravage by the wrists deeper in the ring and away from Maddy Mayhem. She calls out “Be prepared!” and stomps Ravage about the shoulders and ribs til she’s facedown. “I’ll need a second pair of eyes!” Queen Peach swings a leg over the Brooklynite’s body and tucks Rebecca’s ankles under her armpits as she sits above the heel’s backside, torturing Rebecca’s spinal column with a Boston Crab.
www.youtube.com/watch?v=R9eZoYoJGxM
“RReeeegh!” The fire coursing up and down Rebecca’s back has her sounding like the love child of a chainsaw and a teakettle. She’s flailing underneath Catalina trying to escape and fight back at the same time, “Get the hell off me, fatass!”
Catalina raises into a crouch, then drops said fat ass on Rebecca’s lower back like an anvil, when she feels a shudder run through the blonde she cranks the Crab to an angle medical professionals would warn against. “Watch your language, Tank Girl. This is me being professional, you don’t want me angry.”
Rebecca is biting her arm so hard she almost breaks the skin, she refuses to give The Miracle a scream. She switches to pulling at her short curls to mitigate the pain so she can cuss Catalina out, “Why? Will your old heart burst from stimulation youUGH! Ugh!”
Catalina bounces her beautiful backside on Double R till the sass turns into bleating and then leans farther back curving Rebecca closer to a perfect circle of agony. Cracks begin to show in Rebecca’s badgirl persona; tears are welling in her eyes and she has a shaky hand hovering above the canvas. FAWNatics are urging the blonde to throw in the towel, shouting TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP!....
Maddy slithers through the ropes without warning and marches over to the rotten Peach with bad intentions, Catalina drops Rebecca’s stems and walks over to meet her, ready to throwdown with the hotheaded Australian. The official throws himself between the warring lovelies before they make contact and tries to restore order but the wrestlers completely ignore him, loudly shit-talking at each other and trying to chest up through the ref, giving him four big distractions as he tries to deescalate the situation. Forgotten but not gone, Rebecca quietly crawls behind Catalina and rears a fist back to give the Indie star a low blow she’ll remember for years- she feels a hard tug on her ankles and Rebecca drops, jacking her chin on the ring floor. Elisa saw the dirty move coming and she’s stopping it in its tracks! She plants a shin across the small of Ravage’s agonized back and wraps her arms around her neck and head in a Sleeperhold. Elisa lifts the blonde’s head but keeps her lower half pinned and resumes the terrible work Catalina’s Boston Crab started, cracking Ravage’s spine like a wishbone.
MODIFIED CAMEL CLUTCH
youtu.be/ScarFXsjCxo?t=316
Little Miracle cutely growls over Rebecca’s keening, “Cheaters never prosper!”
Mayhem springs into action upon sensing her partner's peril, she jukes around the ref and Catalina with lightning speed when the official has the veteran’s attention. With pinpoint precision, she unleashes a thunderous Superkick, connecting squarely with Elisa's chin, sending her off Ravage's back. The blonde powerhouse follows up with a punishing stiff elbow, strategically targeting Catalina's back to even some of the pain she was dishing out to Rebecca and knocking her into the referee.
"Unfair advantage, huh?" Maddy exclaims with a wry grin, effortlessly hoisting Elisa up and hurling her over the ropes, sending her sprawling out of the ring. Without skipping a beat, Maddy descends to the ringside, joining her fallen adversary, and leaving the remaining active competitors to battle it out in the squared circle.
Within the ring, Ravage battles to rise, yet Catalina proves quicker. Grasping Ravage by the hair, Catalina aims to assert control. Sensing an opportune moment, Rebecca seizes the opening, exploiting the distraction caused by the chaos outside the ring. With the referee preoccupied, Rebecca cunningly delivers a precise low blow to Catalina, abruptly turning the tide in her favor.
Catalina, left reeling from the low blow, crumples to her knees in agony. Taking a moment to ease the kink in her back, Rebecca Ravage swiftly rebounds off the ropes, building momentum before unleashing a thunderous boot directly into Catalina's face!
Beyond the ring, Mayhem seizes control in the heated brawl, showcasing her prowess. With calculated precision, she propels the younger Melocoton into the unforgiving barricade, the collision rendering her temporarily incapacitated.
"Problem solved!" Mayhem cheerfully chirps, dusting her hands as if closing a chapter of chaos. She casually strolls back to her home corner, a satisfied smirk playing on her lips.
"BECKY!" Maddy urgently extends her arm, reaching out for the tag with a fiery determination, eager to continue the Wrecking Crew's onslaught.
Ravage, seizing control, forcefully drags Catalina into their corner and swiftly makes the tag. The Wrecking Crew takes advantage of the trapped Catalina and in a synchronized onslaught, they deliver a series of punishing stomps, keeping Catalina cornered and defenseless.
As the barrage continues, the referee, noticing the escalating aggression, intervenes. Pointing sternly at Rebecca, the official orders her to leave the ring, momentarily halting The Wrecking Crew's merciless assault.
"Get up, Grandma!" Maddy snarls with a ruthless edge, hauling the elder Melocoton to her feet before whipping her forcefully down the center of the ring. The Mistress of Madness shadows Catalina, swiftly closing the distance and ruthlessly driving a knee into her gut. The impactful strike turns Catalina inside out before she lands on her back, writhing in pain from the punishing combination.
KITCHEN SINK
www.youtube.com/watch?v=x-5HmXAVqdM&pp=ygUXa2l0Y2hlbiBzaW5rIHdyZXN0bGluZy4%3D
Maddy hoists the writhing Catalina back to her feet, ensnaring her in a front facelock. Cradling the back of Catalina's left leg, Mayhem exerts her strength, hoisting her opponent into the air before executing a resounding Fisherman Suplex. With seamless fluidity, Maddy maintains the hold, keeping Catalina trapped as she tips her toes up, transitioning into a cover for the pin. The referee slides into position to initiate the count.
FISHERMAN SUPLEX
www.youtube.com/watch?v=F0Fjs0-g_wI&ab_channel=MegaWrestlingMoves
ONE!
TWO!
THRNOOO!!!
Catalina summons the strength to buckle out of the cover, mere a split second away from the third and final count. The arena trembles with tension as Maddy, infuriated by the narrow escape, erupts into an outrage.
In a fit of frustration, Maddy unleashes a relentless series of stomps on Catalina's back, emphasizing the brute force behind each blow. Mounting onto her fallen opponent, Mayhem takes her aggression to a disturbing level, fishhooking Catalina's mouth with her fingers. The referee threatens a disqualification if the behavior persists with a count of…
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
FOUR!
Maddy releases the hold, raising her arms in innocence before hoisting Catalina back to her feet once more. The Australian stands beside the Puerto Rican, wrapping her arm around Catalina's near shoulder while hooking Catalina's leg with her own. Maddy then uses her free hand to clasp onto Catalina's far hip, creating a wrenching effect on The Miracle’s torso, trapping her in a classic yet effective Abdominal Stretch. Maddy reaches behind her back with a free hand and hooks her hands together in an S-grip for additional leverage.
ABDOMINAL STRETCH
www.youtube.com/watch?v=sGTb0R0VQfc&ab_channel=WRESTLINGMOVESETS
“You better tap, Grandma! This ain’t good for ya bones!”
Mama Melocoton shakes her head furiously at the official denying the opportunity to give up and replies in a growl that’s a mix of pain and anger, “Teasing me and cheap-shotting my daughter isn’t good for yours! When I get out of ERRgH! Aaaargh!! AAaarstop that!”
Maddy leans as far back as she can without tipping over. Stress testing Catlina’s abs and spine. Then she breaks the S-grip and drags her nails in long, hard swipes over the curve of Catalina’s midsection. Green lycra proves insufficient protection for her belly; Melocoton feels Maddy’s sharp nails leave hateful furrows from hip to tits before Maddy digs an index finger in her belly button and starts a churning Belly Claw.
“That’s a lot of big talk for someone about to bawl their eyes out,” Maddy works the Claw like she’s opening a stubborn pickle jar and is overjoyed to see little pinpricks of tears in Queen Peach’s eyes. “Maybe you should rethink this Take Your Daughter To Work day and just go home!”
Elisa starts clapping a steady beat in the Melocoton corner that the FAWNatics quickly pick up, the sold-out arena shows unanimous support for the matriarch of their wrestling dynasty. Elisa calls out over the rhythm, “Mamá! I’m right here, you can do it! Kick that basket-case to the curb and tag me in!”
Maddy Mayhem stops torturing Catalina’s abs to point warningly at Little Miracle, “Quiet down or you’re next, bubble-tits!” Elisa looks floored at that insult and glances down at her cleavage self-consciously, Rebecca laughs with her whole body at the sight, “Hahaha! That’s a good one!”
Miss Mayhem tauntingly slaps Catalina’s sore belly and flips Little Miracle the bird, “Once I snap her in two you can take the pieces back to kindergarten to glue them back together. Huh?” She feels the Melocoton drawn out over her thigh vibrating head to toe, Catalina’s kissable lips are pressed thin in a hard line and her eyes are screwed shut. Miss Mayhem grins and marks her green sheathed bronze belly another hard scratch. “You about ready to pack it in, wide-load? Just let the perv zebra know you got nothiIING!”
Like an erupting volcano, the mad mama Melocoton explodes out of the Abdominal Stretch and sends Maddy flipping onto her ass with a Hip toss.
“Don’t you talk to my daughter that way, novilla!”
“I don’t know what that means!” The sadist from Sydney bolts off the mat but gets knocked back down twice as fast with a Clothesline across the chest, Catalina U-turns and ups her speed as Maddy rises and blasts the heel off her feet for the third time with another Clothesline. On her next attempt to stand, Maddy plays it quick but smart, shoving off the canvas but staying in a low crouch to avoid another bicep to the tit- it’s meaningless! The Miraculous One wrecks the crewwoman with a running Hip Attack to the face! Miss Mayhem is sent skidding across the ring like a tumbleweed, tasting peach as Catalina hypes the fanbase by slapping her hand over her heart and pacing in a small circle.
She calls out “Want to see some family fun!?” The wall of joyous noise that hits the veteran feels like a firm ‘YES’. Catalina sprints over Maddy who’s discombobulated by the sudden ASSault and is shambling to her feet, she takes the Austrailian’s wrist and buggywhips her to The Miracle’s corner. Maddy’s back hits the turnbuckles with surprising force almost knocking Elisa off the apron.
“Gaaagh! GGUH!” Double-M hollers and staggers from buckles with her back arched, eyes up and vertebrae thrumming. Catalina goes low when Maddy’s vision is high, sweeping the legs out from under the wild woman and dropping her nose-first on the mat. Moving with a chemistry that only comes from a close family, Elisa vaults into a perch on the top turnbuckle as she’s tagged in and then leaps into a high-flyin’ Crossbody as soon as she sees Maddy climb back to her feet. The Mistress of Mayhem ignores her aches and pains to regain verticality and abruptly turns when alerted by the crowd’s pop. The glaring houselights make her squint at the divebombing Little Miracle 0.5 seconds before Elisa Thwaps across her chest, bowling the Brooklynite over and sandwiching her against the ring floor.
www.youtube.com/watch?v=bo7Hy8-HWDE
Elisa bounces off Maddy in the aftershock of the crash and lands on her chest again in a mini-Splash. Elisa double-takes at her good fortune, “Oh!” and presses herself as flat as possible over the crewwoman, holding Maddy’s arms down with her shins and forearms and nodding vigorously with the official’s count.
ONE!
TWONOOO!!
Maddy pulls her knees in and explosively bucks off the rookie with a second to spare. Despite the energetic kickout, Miss Mayhem’s too battered to do anything other than turn onto her side. The junior Melocoton follows her training and doesn’t give her opponent time to breathe and heaves the heel off the mat in two lurches. Elisa puts the squeeze on the chaotic character with a snug Waistlock and grunts into her ear, “Animosity aside, it's impressive you kicked out. Don't know if I could’ve.”
“That's cause you're a coddled mama’s girl!” Snaps Maddy, frustrated at her inability to break the newbie’s grip. Piqued at her peace offering being soundly rejected, Elisa frowns cutely then lifts and drives Maddy’s coccyx onto a posted knee with an Atomic Drop. Miss Mayhem cries out and waddles forward with her hands at her backside, Elisa stalks after the bruised Brooklynite and takes her in another Waistlock. She growls into Maddy’s ear, “There’s no need to be rude.”
Elisa hoists her whimpering opponent belly-up onto a shoulder and then swiftly carries her to the Miracles’ corner, letting out a breath as she deposits Maddy into a seat on the top buckle. Catalina pulls Maddy’s head down with a fistful of hair and slugs her in the gut to keep her still as Elisa climbs the corner, “You think we can't play rough too?”
Mama Melocoton’s baby girl wraps her arms around the Crewwoman’s middle. “Keep your jaw tucked,” Elisa advises as she throws Maddy’s arm over her neck and forces the Brooklyn Baddie to balance on the top ropes. With a hand on the back of Maddy’s thigh and a grip on her waistband, Elisa bounces her heels on the cables to careen backwards into a devastating fall for Maddy on the ring floor. Her senses scrambled and her body lifeless as soon as her upper back slams into the covered plywood with a Backdrop Superplex.
PRATFALL
www.youtube.com/watch?v=oghd4zcmEPc
Chin tucked or not, that hurt. Elisa quickly crawls over and scoops both of the mangled Maddy’s legs under an arm and folds her into a tight matchbook. The Miracles are debuting with a win tonight.
ONE!
TWO!!
THNOOO!!!
Rebecca Ravage leaps from her corner and breaks the pin with a flying Elbow drop to the back of Elisa’s neck!
As Rebecca rises to her feet, Catalina comes flying in with a dropkick to Ravage’s face. With Rebecca staggering from the impact, Catalina swiftly lifts Rebecca off her feet and hurls her over the ropes, sending her crashing to the floor outside the ring, leaving Elisa and Maddy to confront each other in the center of the ring.
The younger Melocoton rises and hauls Maddy back to her feet before whipping her into the corner. With Maddy propelled into the corner, Elisa wastes no time, closing in on her opponent with determination etched across her face. She charges forward, aiming to crush Maddy with Bumpers.
Elisa's expression shifts from determination to surprise as Maddy swiftly sidesteps her, causing Elisa to crash chest-first into the unforgiving turnbuckle. Gasping in pain, Elisa stumbles away from the corner, her hands instinctively clutching at her throbbing chest.
Maddy seizes the opportunity, launching a swift kick into Elisa's gut, causing her to double over in agony. With precision, Maddy then secures a Double Underhook and forcefully drives Elisa's head into the canvas, leaving her sprawled out on the mat in pain.
Double-arm DDT (https://youtu.be/DBRAlnt5pXA?si=b_4jGSbF_DMUhL60)
The Mistress of Madness floats over for the cover…
ONE!
TWO!
THRNOOO!!!
“Oh you gotta be kidding me!” Maddy yells and slaps the mat in frustration as she watches Elisa struggle to get back up.
Maddy backs into the corner as she stalks the struggling Elisa before charging at her with a knee to the face!
OH! MAYHEM! (https://youtu.be/JWhLvtCCjCc?si=e_SPe6hA2NE3_Cj2)
Elisa flattens back into the canvas and Maddy covers for the…
ONE!
TWO!
THRNOOO!!!
But just as the referee's hand is about to hit the canvas for the third time, Catalina leaps into action, delivering a well-timed kick to Mayhem's face, breaking up the pinfall at the last possible moment! As Maddy rolls out of the ring, Catalina rushes to her daughter's side to check on her well-being.
Elisa gradually climbed back to her feet, her determination shining through despite the punishment she had endured. With a shared glance between the Melocotons, they recognized the opportunity presented by The Wrecking Crew's struggle at ringside. Without hesitation, they both backed into the ropes, building momentum before launching themselves over the top rope, soaring through the air like twin projectiles aimed at their adversaries. The impact sent bodies crashing, chaos erupting at ringside as The Melocotons made their mark.
As bodies collided and chaos reigned outside the ring, the referee's attempts to restore order seemed futile. With The Melocotons and The Wrecking Crew locked in a heated brawl, the official's voice was lost amidst the clamor of the crowd and the sounds of bodies slamming against the unforgiving floor. Though the referee gestured urgently for the competitors to return to the ring, his calls were drowned out by the intensity of the melee.
Despite The Melocotons' initial advantage, The Wrecking Crew's resilience came to the fore as they managed to split their opponents apart, each member engaging in their own skirmish at opposite ends of the arena with one half of The Crew grappling fiercely with Catalina, the other clashing fiercely with Elisa.
Rebecca launched a relentless assault on Catalina, swiftly gaining the upper hand in their brawl. With calculated precision, she delivered a powerful boot to the face that sent Catalina tumbling over the barricade and into the midst of the crowd.
As Maddy found herself locked in a fierce struggle with the younger Melocoton, Rebecca sensed her teammate's predicament and swiftly intervened. With a burst of energy, Rebecca rushed to Maddy's aid, unleashing a flurry of strikes and maneuvers that turned the tide of the battle.
As Elisa crumples to the ground under the relentless assault of The Wrecking Crew's mudhole stomps, the arena echoes with her agonized cries. But just as it seems she couldn't endure any more punishment, a timely intervention arrives. Catalina fights her way back through the crowd, returning with a renewed determination to protect her daughter. With a fierce cry, she launches herself at The Crew, breaking through their ranks and driving them back with a flurry of strikes and counterattacks.
With a brutal double boot to Catalina's midsection, The Wrecking Crew swiftly turned the tables, sending her hurtling through the air and crashing violently into the announcer's table with a double-team Suplex! The impact echoed throughout the arena, eliciting gasps of shock from the audience as debris scattered in all directions. Mads and Becs turn to each other laughing and slap their hands together in a double Hi-Five. Maddy kicks a shard of the table at Catalina’s unmoving body, “We put that rotten peach in the waste bin!”
Rebecca kicks another shard at the mangled mom, this piece travels farther and bounces off her gulping belly, “Haha! She’s not a miracle, she’s…” Rebecca looks deeply confused and puts her hands on her hips, “What’s the opposite of a miracle?”
Maddy opens her mouth to explain but her jaw hangs with no answer as her brow furrows, “Uuhhh, I don’t know. MaybUUURK!” Two surprisingly strong arms belonging to Elisa Melocoton snake around the necks of the Wrecking Crew and bend the heels backward with Inverted Headlocks. The Princess Peach’s arms go into stark definition as they wring the life out of the rude pair. Ravage and Mayhem slap and scratch at the rookie as Elisa hisses, “The antonym for miracle… is cataclysm!”
Little Miracle falls back rapidly and cracks the coconuts of the Wrecking Crew on the Arena with a Double Inverted DDT.
youtu.be/w0CDRQIyRWc?t=18
Mayhem and Ravage’s bells are hard rung; they cry out in unison and sluggishly reach for their throbbing heads while Melocoton the younger kips up from the wreckage and skips over Ravage to the apron. She rolls under the bottom rope to break the official’s count. Elisa points at him and gives the zebra a thumbs up “We appreciate your discretion,” before rolling back out of the ring. She pounces atop the steel steps and leaps into the sky, sticking both stems straight out at her jump’s apex. Maddy gags as Elisa’s legs chop down on her neck and breasts while Rebacca rasps as her chest is concaved by bouncing booty. Elisa crawls over her breathing crashpads to check on her mother. Elisa pulls Catalina out of the detritus and gently sits her against the guardrail, she gently pats her cheeks, “Mamá, are you hurt?”
Queen Peach stirs awake wincing with pain, she puts her hand on her daughter’s shoulder and gives it a firm squeeze. Catalina assures Elisa that she’s fine, but it would be more convincing if her voice wasn’t weary and could make focused eye contact. “I’m fine… sweetie. Give me two…minutes, and I can take over.”
Elisa knows better than to argue so she pats her on the shoulder, “You rest. I can get the win,” and breaks away before the veteran can utter a word in protest. The dynamic young lady comes back to the Wrecking Crew quiet and fast, ambushing the enemy team with a double Clothesline right as they were starting to collect themselves. Little Miracle’s about to seize Ravage by the roots when she pauses, unsure of the chain of events. She looks to the watching official, “Who’s legal?”
He points to the blonde with longer hair “You and Mayhem.” Elisa nods her thanks and hammers forearms to the back of the Crew’s necks till they’re subdued, “Good thing I asked, huh?” Elisa grabs Maddy by the scruff and the waistband, tugging hard on the latter, exposing a bit of Australian bum as she rushes her under the bottom cable. The Californian slides in after Maddy and raises her to hands and knees “Uggh!” Maddy’s fist rams bronzed belly just below the navel. Maddy strikes again, and again, pounding in a vertical line up Little Miracle’s exquisite body as she gets on her feet. Miss Mayhem torques her hips into a big right cross that turns Elisa’s head and the rest of her body away and stumbling from the brawlin’ baddie. Maddy gives chase and uses her surprisingly neat nails to score Elisa from shoulders to rump.
“AAIIEE!”
Maddy laughs watching the wannabe tremble and shriek, “Your first time in a real fight, hunnie-bun? You should be a ring girl instead.” She plunges her handdeep into Elisa’s afro and takes her by the roots to reel her in close. “I hear Bethany’s bringing in a round system-”
CRACK!
Melocoton spins and slaps the veggimite out of Maddy’s mouth. “Stop pulling my hair!” It’s almost too fast for Maddy to see but she certainly feels a Knife-edge Chop rip across her sternum, she raises her arms protectively over her chest and gags when Melocoton takes her by the throat with one hand. Elisa slips one foot behind Miss Mayhem and shoves her backward, Maddy as trips over the foot Elisa genuflects, impaling the Crewwoman’s spine on her posted knee.
STO BACKBREAKER
www.youtube.com/watch?v=QDUiherQXrA
“Arrrghyoubitch!” Maddy flops on the mat overcome with the lightning shooting up and down her back. Little Miracle bounds over, chastising “Language!” The gameplan was to work Ravage’s back, but things have become a real mess, so Elisa has put Maddy through a speedrun to apply the same strategy. Elisa contorts Miss Mayhem’s right arm around her leg so when she lies across the heel’s it hikes up into a Hammerlock, from there she reaches down for Mad Maddy’s left leg and hauls back till the tip of the the blonde’s boot almost touches her head!
CAMPFIRE COCKTAIL
youtu.be/WPmipi1xlfY?t=8
Maddy's screams pierce the air as Elisa locks her in the submission hold, the misery evident on her face.
Meanwhile, just beyond the ropes, Ravage and Catalina renew their brawl, each landing furious blows in rapid succession. The sounds of their struggle reverberate throughout the arena, momentarily distracting the referee from the action inside the ring. As chaos unfolds both inside and outside the squared circle, the tension in the arena reaches a fever pitch.
With a burst of strength, Rebecca seizes control, driving Catalina back against the barricade with brute force. “ARGHH!!!” Catalina slumps to her knees arching her back in pain before Ravage violently pulls her up into front facelock. However, instead of dropping her back first like a regular suplex, The Brooklynite drops her belly-first into the barricade, using the environment to her advantage.
As Catalina balances laterally on the barricade, Ravage adds her finishing touch by trapping Catalina in a front facelock once more before driving Queen Peach headfirst into the thinly padded ringside cement ground with a sickening DDT!
Amidst the chaos, Maddy's frustration boils over as she frantically taps out, hoping to end the agony. However, her desperate plea for mercy goes unnoticed by the referee, who is preoccupied with the ongoing brawl between Ravage and the elder Melocoton outside the ring. Maddy's cries for relief are drowned out by the raucous jeers of the crowd, as the intense battle rages on both inside and outside the squared circle.
Elisa's eyes meet Rebecca's with a mix of reluctance and determination. Sensing an impending attack from Rebecca, she grudgingly releases her hold on Maddy, her muscles tensed and ready for the impending confrontation with Rebecca. Likewise, Rebecca narrows her eyes, her gaze unwavering as she prepares to face off against Elisa.
As Elisa closes in on Ravage, ready to engage, the referee steps between them, attempting to diffuse the tension. However, the interruption sparks a heated argument between the referee and Elisa, allowing Rebecca an opportunity to discreetly slip a set of brass knuckles to her partner, Maddy, who wearily dons it on her hand. The subtle exchange goes unnoticed amidst the chaos of the confrontation.
The referee, with a firm tone, restores order in the match, instructing Rebecca to return to her corner and gesturing for Elisa to re-enter the ring. With a watchful eye on the potentially nefarious Crew member, the referee ensures that no underhanded tactics are employed. However, without an eye on Miss Mayhem, Maddy swiftly rises to her feet, delivering a vicious punch to Elisa's face with the brass knuckles concealed in her hand as the unsuspecting Melacoton returns to the ring. The sudden strike catches Elisa off guard, sending her reeling, before Maddy nonchalantly discards the foreign object, tossing it into the crowd with a dismissive flick of her hand. The audience erupts into a mixture of shock and outrage at the blatant act of cheating.
Maddy quickly rolls Elisa’s limped body for the cover and calls for the ref’s attention. Without second thought, the ref slides back into the ring, slapping the canvas…
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
As the referee's hand hits the mat for the third time, the bell rings, signalling the end of the match. Maddy, victorious, rises to her feet with a triumphant grin, while Elisa lies sprawled on the canvas, defeated. The crowd erupts into a cacophony of boos, outraged by the underhanded tactics employed by The Wrecking Crew. Despite the controversy surrounding the outcome, Maddy celebrates her win, reveling in the jeers of the audience as she raises her arms in victory.
As Maddy celebrates her win, Rebecca joins her in the ring, their victory turning into a display of merciless aggression. With Elisa sprawled defenseless on the canvas, they both unleash a barrage of stomps, each blow landing with punishing force. The sound of their boots meeting flesh echoes through the arena, creating a chilling atmosphere as the crowd's cheers turn to jeers. Despite the referee's attempts to intervene, Maddy and Rebecca show no signs of stopping, their actions fueled by a desire to dominate and humiliate their opponent.
Catalina's pleas fall on deaf ears as Maddy and Rebecca show no mercy, their onslaught continuing with ruthless efficiency. Seeing her daughter helpless and outnumbered, Catalina courageously slides into the ring, shielding Elisa from the relentless assault. However, even her presence is not enough to deter The Crew, who continue their stomping onslaught, now targeting both mother and daughter with equal ferocity.
“Awwww…that’s sweet!” Maddy chirps before peeling Catalina off her daughter and traps her in a double underhook. Catalina struggles to stand, visibly weakened from the onslaught.
Maddy takes a step forward, positioning Catalina in a backwards leaning position before twisting herself with incredible force, driving Catalina head-first into the canvas with a devastating Mind Twister!
Mind Twister (https://youtube.com/shorts/2ab8eGpI0HE?feature=share)
As Catalina collapses onto her back, Maddy wastes no time in dragging her towards her daughter, Elisa, stacking them on top of each other. With the Melocotons defenseless beneath them, The Crew mercilessly press their boots against the stacked bodies, adding insult to injury.
Standing tall over their fallen opponents, The Crew takes a moment to address the raucous crowd, their voices amplified by the arena's sound system. With a sinister grin, Rebecca steps forward, another set of brass knuckles gleaming in the arena lights.
"We didn't come here for a wrestling match," she declares, her voice dripping with malice. "We came to unleash unfiltered violence and chaos in the tag team division!"
Maddy, standing beside her partner, nods in agreement, her eyes gleaming with a wicked intensity. "That's right! We're not here to play nice. We're here to dominate! And honestly, we don’t care who you are. We don’t discriminate ya’ know!"
“Just take a look at this grandma! HAH!”
The crowd responds with a mix of boos and fearful murmurs, the atmosphere thick with tension as The Crew asserts their dominance. With a final defiant glare at their fallen opponents, they exit the ring, leaving a trail of destruction in their wake.
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Q91hydQRGyM
It looks like the first to enter the ring will be the duo newest to FAWN! Entering to the elder Melocoton’s theme of Let’s Get Loud by Jennifer Lopez, the mother and daughter come jogging through the curtains with a bounce in their steps and big smiles. Mama Melocoton Catalina’s clapping to the beat and looking ageless in her distinctive ring gear; Green boots and kneepads. A long-sleeved emerald green one-piece with an open collar with lapel flaps, which feed into a wide cleavage cut-out that ends just under her gaze-stealing breasts. Emblazoned on her back is a large gold peach, a reference to the natural weapon she carries some inches south. Miss Miracle has one of the most famous backsides in wrestling and she’s proud to show it off with a cheeky cut of her ring gear.
CATALINA MELOCOTON
RING GEAR
i.imgur.com/83MaIWk.jpg?2
Catalina turns with a flourish to the junior Melocoton, who’s hyping the crowd and pumping her fist in the air with jubilation, pointing at her with both fingers “Show some love to Mi hija Elisa!”
And they do. The arena erupts in a storm of positivity that makes the young rookie blush, “Thank you!”. It’s hard not to love this cinnamon-toned vision with a glorious afro that makes her head a perfect circle. 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 as they trek down the ramp. Elisa’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’s wearing bottoms with a similar cut as Mama Miracle, but with the same hue and trimming as her top, plus some extra flare with lime green fringe at the hips. Elisa wears the family crest on a thin, ornate gold belt that has the stylized peach front and center. 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.
ELISA MELOCOTON
“From Hollywood, California…Standing at five feet five inches and five feet and three inches tall and weighing in at a combined two-hundred and fifty-six pounds… Catalina and Elisa Melocoton, Queen and Princess Peach, THE MIRACLES!!!”
The fantastic family practically flies up those steel steps to the apron. With duel two-handed yanks on the top rope, Catalina and Elisa vault over the cables into the ring and embrace each other in a tight hug. Catalina's maternal instincts compel her to keep going long enough to warn Little Miracle, “You’re going to be amazing tonight, but please be careful.”
“I will, Mamá.” Elisa breaks the hug to throw some play punches that Catalina blocks with a boxer’s guard, “You be careful too. Let's show this company we mean business!” The veteran grins and deflects a punch to wrap an arm across her daughter’s shoulders, “Damn right we are! This crew’s about to get wrecked.” They head off to their corner to wait for their malicious opposition.
Silence fills the arena as the crowd settles back to their seats. Suddenly, a guitar riff disrupts the peace and white flashes spam the stage to the rhythm of the music.
You've Got Another Thing Comin':
www.youtube.com/watch?v=coA75uoMF40
The chattering immediately turns into clear, distinct boos as The Wrecking Crew comes through the curtains. A spotlight shone brightly on The Crew as seizure-inducing lights hit the rest of the arena.
“Introducing their opponents, coming in at a combined weight of two-hundred and forty-nine pounds, MADDY MAYHEM AND REBECCA RAVAGE, THE WRECKING CREW!"
MADDY MAYHEM
REBECCA RAVAGE
With Batsy over her shoulders, Maddy sports a red vinyl studded bra and boy shorts complete with two-toned black-red paddings and black boots. As for Rebecca, she’s sporting a purple bra and black tights, complete with black paddings and boots with RR, stylized on both boots. Her fists were taped with R on the back of each hand.
The Brooklynite marches up to the Melocotons in an attempt to intimidate them while the ref tries to keep her in The Crew’s corner. Meanwhile, The Mistress of Madness takes a tour around the ringside to taunt the crowd with funny faces before rolling into the ring with Batsy.
“Hey, you gotta leave that outside of the ring!” The ref exclaims.
“It has a name damn it!” Maddy snapped, feinting a swing at the ref, causing him to retreat, only for Maddy to break into laughter.
“Hah, alright, alright. I will leave Batsy out there if you are that scared.” Maddy smiles and rolls Batsy out of the ring before moving into the corner with Ravage to discuss their plans for the match. The duo, even though inseparable, have been struggling to make their mark in the tag team division but all their efforts have been in vain.
“Ok, I will start firs-”
“THAT’S NOT THE PLAN! FU*K!” Rebecca yelled in frustration but the ref quickly ushers her out of the ring, leaving Maddy as the legal woman. In contrast, Elisa quietly enters the ring and punches the air to warm up while Catalina stays on the apron, silently measuring their rowdy opponents looking for any gaps in their game. The ref motions for the bell, its echoes throughout the arena as Maddy breaks out in far too broad a smile and extends a hand to Elisa with a small bow, “We haven’t met before! You must be new. I’m Maddy.”
Elisa’s eyebrows furrowed slightly in confusion, she wasn’t expecting politeness after that show of an entrance. It quickly fades into her default expression of alert contentedness, she takes Maddy’s hand and gives it a firm shake. “I am new. I’m Elisa Melocoton, it’s nice to meet-”
A sharp tug on Little Miracle’s arm pulls her in close enough for a headbutt that thuds against the bridge of her nose. “Argh!” Elisa’s eyes automatically fill with tears and she staggers back holding her bruised proboscis. Miss Mayhem grabs a fistful of the rookie’s afro and reels her into a knee to the gut that nearly comes out Elisa’s back and doubles her over.
“Nice to beat you!”
Miss Mayhem digs a second hand into Elisa’s brown curls and breaks into a jog to the empty corner on The Wrecking Crew’s side of the ring, the junior Melocoton stumbles in tow or risks getting a brand-new bald spot the hard way. Maddy rears Elisa’s head back and brings her forehead down like a hammer on the top turnbuckle, and does it again and again and again. When the fourth buckle-beating doesn’t weaken her stems, Maddy bullies the rookie into the corner facing out and drives a series of broadside kneelifts into her stomach. “Are you gals called peaches because you bruise like ‘em?” she asks as she drives the plank of her thigh into Elisa’s belly. Maddy plows a half-dozen into Hollywood midsection before the ref demands they leave the corner. Maddy turns on him angrily “You never let me have any fun!” and turns back to hair-haul Elisa into the ring just to get her breath stolen by a Knife-edge Chop that ripples her top. Little Miracle’s on the offensive and making Maddy retreat with a flurry of Chops that get sharper and louder with each hit. The babyface-loving crowd comes alive with Elisa’s resurgence and cheer the rookie on as she takes the Maiden of Mayhem down with a Clothesline.
Elisa stomps on Maddy’s navel with the tiniest bit of spite, “You’re a rude girl aren’t you?” Maddy sits up looking queasy from the belly blow and winces when her neck is cranked to an uncomfortable angle by Elisa with a standing chinlock. Little Miracle looks over her shoulder to her mom who’s slapping the top buckle in approval and anticipation, Catalina calls out “Here when you’re ready!”
“Be there in a sec!”
Little Miracle drags Mayhem off the mat and starts walking her to Melocoton territory with a Side Headlock. Catalina stretches a hand out for her daughter to tag when Mayhem gets squirrely and tries to wriggle out of Elisa’s grasp. The lock proves too tight, so Maddy takes the young beauty by the hips and straightens up balancing Elisa on a shoulder for a Backdrop Suplex. Elisa counters with the ease of a more experienced wrestler and rolls off Maddy shoulder back onto her feet. She scythes out her arm and darts forward with a clothesline that Maddy blindly dodges by doubling over and letting the Princess run past to a possible collision with Queen Peach. The Miraculous One leans back with a start as Elisa skids to a halt inches before a family meeting of the minds, she whirls around to face the slippery heel and sees Maddy give her the peace sign before poking her in the peepers!
“Hey!” Catalina puts a boot on the boot rope to lean deeper into the ring so she can chew out Maddy properly, “Stay off my baby’s eyes, loca!”
The Maiden of Mayhem lowers and hugs the blinded Elisa around waist, shaking her head at Catalina like the veteran said something ridiculous, “No.” Maddy hoists Princess Peach off the mat and then brings her down crotch first on a posted knee.
INVERTED ATOMIC DROP
www.youtube.com/watch?v=QTY0_rFR4mE
“Waaugh!” Elisa waddles backwards with a wail and her hands between her legs. Maddy grabs the rookie’s afro and reels her in, “Come ‘ere, mama’s girl!” Maddy breaks into a running leap to the Wrecking Crew’s corner; Mayhem lands on her toned tush while Elisa’s pretty face hits the coarse canvas with a One-armed Bulldog that shakes her brain. Still seated, Mayhem reaches up and tags in Rebecca Ravage.
“About time!” The Brooklyn Bitch vaults over the top rope and gives her partner a helping hand to stand, “Did you think this was a handicap match?”
“Shut up! We’ve barely started.” The Crew playfully bicker while they pick the junior Melocoton off the mat and stand on either side of the woozy Elisa. They shift a leg behind each stem of the legacy star and reach across her abundant chest to hold each other by the forearm. They lean Elisa forward then whip her backward, tripping the youngster over their ankles and slamming her against the mat with a stunning Double STO.
youtu.be/kfODRApyZ74(08:28)
The referee quickly ushers the illegal woman out of the ring while Rebecca seizes the opportunity, capitalizing on the damage inflicted by the double STO. As Elisa attempts to reach the ropes for support, Rebecca unleashes a series of stomps over her back, each impact reverberating through the arena. The referee kept a close eye on the action, ensuring that the onslaught remained within the bounds of the rules.
Rebecca's ruthless assault continued as she swiftly closed the distance between herself and Elisa and yanks her off the mat. With a firm grip on the back of Elisa's head, she propelled her opponent headfirst into the unforgiving turnbuckle, “EAT THIS!”
Rebecca shows no mercy as she continues her relentless assault on Princess Peach, stomping her repeatedly in the midsection. The echoing stomps resonate through the arena, each one intensifying the agony for poor Elisa. The Wrecking Crew, true to their name, seems set on dismantling their opponents with a methodical and brutal approach.
The Junior Melocoton winces in pain as she sinks deeper into the corner, setting herself up for the incoming onslaught. The crowd's anticipation turns into a mixture of sympathy and disdain as Rebecca confidently struts to the center of the ring, provocatively flipping them off. The arena erupts in boos, but Rebecca remains unfazed, fueled by her own arrogance. With a burst of speed, she charges at the cornered Elisa, aiming to deliver a brutal Bronco Buster.
In a desperate bid to escape the relentless assault, Elisa instinctively slips out of the ring just as Rebecca charges towards the corner. The Wrecking Crew's momentum works against them as Rebecca crashes coochie-first into the unforgiving bottom turnbuckle.
“URGHH!!! F*CK!” Rebecca's expletive fills the air as she writhes on the canvas, clutching her injured nether regions in pain. Eliza, on the outside, smirks with satisfaction, seizing the moment to regroup and prepare for a counteroffensive.
Rebecca battles to regain her footing, but The Younger Melocoton seizes the opportunity. Hopping onto the apron, Elisa sizes up her opponent. As Rebecca turns to confront her, Elisa effortlessly springs onto the top rope, propelling herself back into the ring. With precision, she locks Ravage in a front facelock, executing a seamless spin that culminates in driving Rebecca's head forcefully into the canvas with a devastating Tornado DDT!
SPRINGBOARD TORNADO DDT
www.youtube.com/watch?v=qgTMa6EFr9k&ab_channel=SharadReddy
The impactful move leaves Rebecca sprawled on the mat, momentarily dazed and vulnerable. Elisa quickly scurries over Ravage’s body and hooks her leg for…
ONE
TWO
THRNOOO!!!
Rebecca, resilient as ever, defiantly kicks out, even without any interference from Maddy. Elisa, seizing control, yanks Rebecca by her blonde locks, dragging her toward the home corner. With a quick and sharp tag, Catalina enters the fray, ready to continue the assault on their beleaguered opponent.
The Mother-Daughter combo attempts to whip The Brooklynite down the center of the ring, aiming to take Ravage's head off with a double clothesline. However, Rebecca cunningly ducks under the attack, swiftly returning to The Melocotons and takes both Elisa and Catalina down with a thunderous double clothesline of her own.
Reeling from the impact of the Tornado DDT, Ravage's movements slow to a crawl. The other half of The Wrecking Crew begins to stomp her feet and slam the turnbuckle, fervently demanding her partner to make the much-needed tag. The energy in the corner is palpable as Rebecca inches closer to making the exchange. The energy in the arena is electric as Catalina leapfrogs over Rebecca’s back and flattens her with a spine-adjusting Hip drop. Catalina stands over the fallen Ravage with arms akimbo and engages in a heated staredown with Miss Mayhem on the apron. “Don’t think you’ll get off easy psicópata,” She sits out squashing Ravage with another Hip drop without breaking the staring contest. The side-cut blonde groans like an animal under a tire while her crewmate snarls like a chained attack dog, “Any time you’re ready, grandma!”
Spying in the FAWNtron that Elisa made it to their corner safely, Catalina dismounts her anti-social steed and picks Rebecca off the canvas by the back of her red bra. Planting her feet and focusing her power, Catalina flings Rebecca into the closest corner. Rebecca turns in time but hits the buckles too hard and too fast to stand, she rebounds painfully off the padded steel and falls face down in the shadow of the corner with a whining cry. The Miraculous One deftly avoids the blonde speed bump as she sprints to the same corner and leaps onto the middle cables. After bouncing once in preparation Catalina throws her legs back like she was sheet being unfurled and plummets into a rope-asisted Hip Drop, the third try clearly the worst of the three. A dry squawk bubbles from Rebbeca’s lips as she curls around her rider before she puddles against the canvas limp as a dish rag. Catalina speedily shoves the wrecked crew member faceup and slaps her hands on Ravage’s breasts for a cover.
ONE
TWO
THNOOO!!!
Double R bucks out of the pin and turns onto a shoulder. In the Miracles’ corner, Elisa goes into a quick pout at the denied victory and then resumes cheering her mom on, “That was close, we almost got ‘em!”
Catalina nods dragging a struggling Ravage by the wrists deeper in the ring and away from Maddy Mayhem. She calls out “Be prepared!” and stomps Ravage about the shoulders and ribs til she’s facedown. “I’ll need a second pair of eyes!” Queen Peach swings a leg over the Brooklynite’s body and tucks Rebecca’s ankles under her armpits as she sits above the heel’s backside, torturing Rebecca’s spinal column with a Boston Crab.
www.youtube.com/watch?v=R9eZoYoJGxM
“RReeeegh!” The fire coursing up and down Rebecca’s back has her sounding like the love child of a chainsaw and a teakettle. She’s flailing underneath Catalina trying to escape and fight back at the same time, “Get the hell off me, fatass!”
Catalina raises into a crouch, then drops said fat ass on Rebecca’s lower back like an anvil, when she feels a shudder run through the blonde she cranks the Crab to an angle medical professionals would warn against. “Watch your language, Tank Girl. This is me being professional, you don’t want me angry.”
Rebecca is biting her arm so hard she almost breaks the skin, she refuses to give The Miracle a scream. She switches to pulling at her short curls to mitigate the pain so she can cuss Catalina out, “Why? Will your old heart burst from stimulation youUGH! Ugh!”
Catalina bounces her beautiful backside on Double R till the sass turns into bleating and then leans farther back curving Rebecca closer to a perfect circle of agony. Cracks begin to show in Rebecca’s badgirl persona; tears are welling in her eyes and she has a shaky hand hovering above the canvas. FAWNatics are urging the blonde to throw in the towel, shouting TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP!....
Maddy slithers through the ropes without warning and marches over to the rotten Peach with bad intentions, Catalina drops Rebecca’s stems and walks over to meet her, ready to throwdown with the hotheaded Australian. The official throws himself between the warring lovelies before they make contact and tries to restore order but the wrestlers completely ignore him, loudly shit-talking at each other and trying to chest up through the ref, giving him four big distractions as he tries to deescalate the situation. Forgotten but not gone, Rebecca quietly crawls behind Catalina and rears a fist back to give the Indie star a low blow she’ll remember for years- she feels a hard tug on her ankles and Rebecca drops, jacking her chin on the ring floor. Elisa saw the dirty move coming and she’s stopping it in its tracks! She plants a shin across the small of Ravage’s agonized back and wraps her arms around her neck and head in a Sleeperhold. Elisa lifts the blonde’s head but keeps her lower half pinned and resumes the terrible work Catalina’s Boston Crab started, cracking Ravage’s spine like a wishbone.
MODIFIED CAMEL CLUTCH
youtu.be/ScarFXsjCxo?t=316
Little Miracle cutely growls over Rebecca’s keening, “Cheaters never prosper!”
Mayhem springs into action upon sensing her partner's peril, she jukes around the ref and Catalina with lightning speed when the official has the veteran’s attention. With pinpoint precision, she unleashes a thunderous Superkick, connecting squarely with Elisa's chin, sending her off Ravage's back. The blonde powerhouse follows up with a punishing stiff elbow, strategically targeting Catalina's back to even some of the pain she was dishing out to Rebecca and knocking her into the referee.
"Unfair advantage, huh?" Maddy exclaims with a wry grin, effortlessly hoisting Elisa up and hurling her over the ropes, sending her sprawling out of the ring. Without skipping a beat, Maddy descends to the ringside, joining her fallen adversary, and leaving the remaining active competitors to battle it out in the squared circle.
Within the ring, Ravage battles to rise, yet Catalina proves quicker. Grasping Ravage by the hair, Catalina aims to assert control. Sensing an opportune moment, Rebecca seizes the opening, exploiting the distraction caused by the chaos outside the ring. With the referee preoccupied, Rebecca cunningly delivers a precise low blow to Catalina, abruptly turning the tide in her favor.
Catalina, left reeling from the low blow, crumples to her knees in agony. Taking a moment to ease the kink in her back, Rebecca Ravage swiftly rebounds off the ropes, building momentum before unleashing a thunderous boot directly into Catalina's face!
Beyond the ring, Mayhem seizes control in the heated brawl, showcasing her prowess. With calculated precision, she propels the younger Melocoton into the unforgiving barricade, the collision rendering her temporarily incapacitated.
"Problem solved!" Mayhem cheerfully chirps, dusting her hands as if closing a chapter of chaos. She casually strolls back to her home corner, a satisfied smirk playing on her lips.
"BECKY!" Maddy urgently extends her arm, reaching out for the tag with a fiery determination, eager to continue the Wrecking Crew's onslaught.
Ravage, seizing control, forcefully drags Catalina into their corner and swiftly makes the tag. The Wrecking Crew takes advantage of the trapped Catalina and in a synchronized onslaught, they deliver a series of punishing stomps, keeping Catalina cornered and defenseless.
As the barrage continues, the referee, noticing the escalating aggression, intervenes. Pointing sternly at Rebecca, the official orders her to leave the ring, momentarily halting The Wrecking Crew's merciless assault.
"Get up, Grandma!" Maddy snarls with a ruthless edge, hauling the elder Melocoton to her feet before whipping her forcefully down the center of the ring. The Mistress of Madness shadows Catalina, swiftly closing the distance and ruthlessly driving a knee into her gut. The impactful strike turns Catalina inside out before she lands on her back, writhing in pain from the punishing combination.
KITCHEN SINK
www.youtube.com/watch?v=x-5HmXAVqdM&pp=ygUXa2l0Y2hlbiBzaW5rIHdyZXN0bGluZy4%3D
Maddy hoists the writhing Catalina back to her feet, ensnaring her in a front facelock. Cradling the back of Catalina's left leg, Mayhem exerts her strength, hoisting her opponent into the air before executing a resounding Fisherman Suplex. With seamless fluidity, Maddy maintains the hold, keeping Catalina trapped as she tips her toes up, transitioning into a cover for the pin. The referee slides into position to initiate the count.
FISHERMAN SUPLEX
www.youtube.com/watch?v=F0Fjs0-g_wI&ab_channel=MegaWrestlingMoves
ONE!
TWO!
THRNOOO!!!
Catalina summons the strength to buckle out of the cover, mere a split second away from the third and final count. The arena trembles with tension as Maddy, infuriated by the narrow escape, erupts into an outrage.
In a fit of frustration, Maddy unleashes a relentless series of stomps on Catalina's back, emphasizing the brute force behind each blow. Mounting onto her fallen opponent, Mayhem takes her aggression to a disturbing level, fishhooking Catalina's mouth with her fingers. The referee threatens a disqualification if the behavior persists with a count of…
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
FOUR!
Maddy releases the hold, raising her arms in innocence before hoisting Catalina back to her feet once more. The Australian stands beside the Puerto Rican, wrapping her arm around Catalina's near shoulder while hooking Catalina's leg with her own. Maddy then uses her free hand to clasp onto Catalina's far hip, creating a wrenching effect on The Miracle’s torso, trapping her in a classic yet effective Abdominal Stretch. Maddy reaches behind her back with a free hand and hooks her hands together in an S-grip for additional leverage.
ABDOMINAL STRETCH
www.youtube.com/watch?v=sGTb0R0VQfc&ab_channel=WRESTLINGMOVESETS
“You better tap, Grandma! This ain’t good for ya bones!”
Mama Melocoton shakes her head furiously at the official denying the opportunity to give up and replies in a growl that’s a mix of pain and anger, “Teasing me and cheap-shotting my daughter isn’t good for yours! When I get out of ERRgH! Aaaargh!! AAaarstop that!”
Maddy leans as far back as she can without tipping over. Stress testing Catlina’s abs and spine. Then she breaks the S-grip and drags her nails in long, hard swipes over the curve of Catalina’s midsection. Green lycra proves insufficient protection for her belly; Melocoton feels Maddy’s sharp nails leave hateful furrows from hip to tits before Maddy digs an index finger in her belly button and starts a churning Belly Claw.
“That’s a lot of big talk for someone about to bawl their eyes out,” Maddy works the Claw like she’s opening a stubborn pickle jar and is overjoyed to see little pinpricks of tears in Queen Peach’s eyes. “Maybe you should rethink this Take Your Daughter To Work day and just go home!”
Elisa starts clapping a steady beat in the Melocoton corner that the FAWNatics quickly pick up, the sold-out arena shows unanimous support for the matriarch of their wrestling dynasty. Elisa calls out over the rhythm, “Mamá! I’m right here, you can do it! Kick that basket-case to the curb and tag me in!”
Maddy Mayhem stops torturing Catalina’s abs to point warningly at Little Miracle, “Quiet down or you’re next, bubble-tits!” Elisa looks floored at that insult and glances down at her cleavage self-consciously, Rebecca laughs with her whole body at the sight, “Hahaha! That’s a good one!”
Miss Mayhem tauntingly slaps Catalina’s sore belly and flips Little Miracle the bird, “Once I snap her in two you can take the pieces back to kindergarten to glue them back together. Huh?” She feels the Melocoton drawn out over her thigh vibrating head to toe, Catalina’s kissable lips are pressed thin in a hard line and her eyes are screwed shut. Miss Mayhem grins and marks her green sheathed bronze belly another hard scratch. “You about ready to pack it in, wide-load? Just let the perv zebra know you got nothiIING!”
Like an erupting volcano, the mad mama Melocoton explodes out of the Abdominal Stretch and sends Maddy flipping onto her ass with a Hip toss.
“Don’t you talk to my daughter that way, novilla!”
“I don’t know what that means!” The sadist from Sydney bolts off the mat but gets knocked back down twice as fast with a Clothesline across the chest, Catalina U-turns and ups her speed as Maddy rises and blasts the heel off her feet for the third time with another Clothesline. On her next attempt to stand, Maddy plays it quick but smart, shoving off the canvas but staying in a low crouch to avoid another bicep to the tit- it’s meaningless! The Miraculous One wrecks the crewwoman with a running Hip Attack to the face! Miss Mayhem is sent skidding across the ring like a tumbleweed, tasting peach as Catalina hypes the fanbase by slapping her hand over her heart and pacing in a small circle.
She calls out “Want to see some family fun!?” The wall of joyous noise that hits the veteran feels like a firm ‘YES’. Catalina sprints over Maddy who’s discombobulated by the sudden ASSault and is shambling to her feet, she takes the Austrailian’s wrist and buggywhips her to The Miracle’s corner. Maddy’s back hits the turnbuckles with surprising force almost knocking Elisa off the apron.
“Gaaagh! GGUH!” Double-M hollers and staggers from buckles with her back arched, eyes up and vertebrae thrumming. Catalina goes low when Maddy’s vision is high, sweeping the legs out from under the wild woman and dropping her nose-first on the mat. Moving with a chemistry that only comes from a close family, Elisa vaults into a perch on the top turnbuckle as she’s tagged in and then leaps into a high-flyin’ Crossbody as soon as she sees Maddy climb back to her feet. The Mistress of Mayhem ignores her aches and pains to regain verticality and abruptly turns when alerted by the crowd’s pop. The glaring houselights make her squint at the divebombing Little Miracle 0.5 seconds before Elisa Thwaps across her chest, bowling the Brooklynite over and sandwiching her against the ring floor.
www.youtube.com/watch?v=bo7Hy8-HWDE
Elisa bounces off Maddy in the aftershock of the crash and lands on her chest again in a mini-Splash. Elisa double-takes at her good fortune, “Oh!” and presses herself as flat as possible over the crewwoman, holding Maddy’s arms down with her shins and forearms and nodding vigorously with the official’s count.
ONE!
TWONOOO!!
Maddy pulls her knees in and explosively bucks off the rookie with a second to spare. Despite the energetic kickout, Miss Mayhem’s too battered to do anything other than turn onto her side. The junior Melocoton follows her training and doesn’t give her opponent time to breathe and heaves the heel off the mat in two lurches. Elisa puts the squeeze on the chaotic character with a snug Waistlock and grunts into her ear, “Animosity aside, it's impressive you kicked out. Don't know if I could’ve.”
“That's cause you're a coddled mama’s girl!” Snaps Maddy, frustrated at her inability to break the newbie’s grip. Piqued at her peace offering being soundly rejected, Elisa frowns cutely then lifts and drives Maddy’s coccyx onto a posted knee with an Atomic Drop. Miss Mayhem cries out and waddles forward with her hands at her backside, Elisa stalks after the bruised Brooklynite and takes her in another Waistlock. She growls into Maddy’s ear, “There’s no need to be rude.”
Elisa hoists her whimpering opponent belly-up onto a shoulder and then swiftly carries her to the Miracles’ corner, letting out a breath as she deposits Maddy into a seat on the top buckle. Catalina pulls Maddy’s head down with a fistful of hair and slugs her in the gut to keep her still as Elisa climbs the corner, “You think we can't play rough too?”
Mama Melocoton’s baby girl wraps her arms around the Crewwoman’s middle. “Keep your jaw tucked,” Elisa advises as she throws Maddy’s arm over her neck and forces the Brooklyn Baddie to balance on the top ropes. With a hand on the back of Maddy’s thigh and a grip on her waistband, Elisa bounces her heels on the cables to careen backwards into a devastating fall for Maddy on the ring floor. Her senses scrambled and her body lifeless as soon as her upper back slams into the covered plywood with a Backdrop Superplex.
PRATFALL
www.youtube.com/watch?v=oghd4zcmEPc
Chin tucked or not, that hurt. Elisa quickly crawls over and scoops both of the mangled Maddy’s legs under an arm and folds her into a tight matchbook. The Miracles are debuting with a win tonight.
ONE!
TWO!!
THNOOO!!!
Rebecca Ravage leaps from her corner and breaks the pin with a flying Elbow drop to the back of Elisa’s neck!
As Rebecca rises to her feet, Catalina comes flying in with a dropkick to Ravage’s face. With Rebecca staggering from the impact, Catalina swiftly lifts Rebecca off her feet and hurls her over the ropes, sending her crashing to the floor outside the ring, leaving Elisa and Maddy to confront each other in the center of the ring.
The younger Melocoton rises and hauls Maddy back to her feet before whipping her into the corner. With Maddy propelled into the corner, Elisa wastes no time, closing in on her opponent with determination etched across her face. She charges forward, aiming to crush Maddy with Bumpers.
Elisa's expression shifts from determination to surprise as Maddy swiftly sidesteps her, causing Elisa to crash chest-first into the unforgiving turnbuckle. Gasping in pain, Elisa stumbles away from the corner, her hands instinctively clutching at her throbbing chest.
Maddy seizes the opportunity, launching a swift kick into Elisa's gut, causing her to double over in agony. With precision, Maddy then secures a Double Underhook and forcefully drives Elisa's head into the canvas, leaving her sprawled out on the mat in pain.
Double-arm DDT (https://youtu.be/DBRAlnt5pXA?si=b_4jGSbF_DMUhL60)
The Mistress of Madness floats over for the cover…
ONE!
TWO!
THRNOOO!!!
“Oh you gotta be kidding me!” Maddy yells and slaps the mat in frustration as she watches Elisa struggle to get back up.
Maddy backs into the corner as she stalks the struggling Elisa before charging at her with a knee to the face!
OH! MAYHEM! (https://youtu.be/JWhLvtCCjCc?si=e_SPe6hA2NE3_Cj2)
Elisa flattens back into the canvas and Maddy covers for the…
ONE!
TWO!
THRNOOO!!!
But just as the referee's hand is about to hit the canvas for the third time, Catalina leaps into action, delivering a well-timed kick to Mayhem's face, breaking up the pinfall at the last possible moment! As Maddy rolls out of the ring, Catalina rushes to her daughter's side to check on her well-being.
Elisa gradually climbed back to her feet, her determination shining through despite the punishment she had endured. With a shared glance between the Melocotons, they recognized the opportunity presented by The Wrecking Crew's struggle at ringside. Without hesitation, they both backed into the ropes, building momentum before launching themselves over the top rope, soaring through the air like twin projectiles aimed at their adversaries. The impact sent bodies crashing, chaos erupting at ringside as The Melocotons made their mark.
As bodies collided and chaos reigned outside the ring, the referee's attempts to restore order seemed futile. With The Melocotons and The Wrecking Crew locked in a heated brawl, the official's voice was lost amidst the clamor of the crowd and the sounds of bodies slamming against the unforgiving floor. Though the referee gestured urgently for the competitors to return to the ring, his calls were drowned out by the intensity of the melee.
Despite The Melocotons' initial advantage, The Wrecking Crew's resilience came to the fore as they managed to split their opponents apart, each member engaging in their own skirmish at opposite ends of the arena with one half of The Crew grappling fiercely with Catalina, the other clashing fiercely with Elisa.
Rebecca launched a relentless assault on Catalina, swiftly gaining the upper hand in their brawl. With calculated precision, she delivered a powerful boot to the face that sent Catalina tumbling over the barricade and into the midst of the crowd.
As Maddy found herself locked in a fierce struggle with the younger Melocoton, Rebecca sensed her teammate's predicament and swiftly intervened. With a burst of energy, Rebecca rushed to Maddy's aid, unleashing a flurry of strikes and maneuvers that turned the tide of the battle.
As Elisa crumples to the ground under the relentless assault of The Wrecking Crew's mudhole stomps, the arena echoes with her agonized cries. But just as it seems she couldn't endure any more punishment, a timely intervention arrives. Catalina fights her way back through the crowd, returning with a renewed determination to protect her daughter. With a fierce cry, she launches herself at The Crew, breaking through their ranks and driving them back with a flurry of strikes and counterattacks.
With a brutal double boot to Catalina's midsection, The Wrecking Crew swiftly turned the tables, sending her hurtling through the air and crashing violently into the announcer's table with a double-team Suplex! The impact echoed throughout the arena, eliciting gasps of shock from the audience as debris scattered in all directions. Mads and Becs turn to each other laughing and slap their hands together in a double Hi-Five. Maddy kicks a shard of the table at Catalina’s unmoving body, “We put that rotten peach in the waste bin!”
Rebecca kicks another shard at the mangled mom, this piece travels farther and bounces off her gulping belly, “Haha! She’s not a miracle, she’s…” Rebecca looks deeply confused and puts her hands on her hips, “What’s the opposite of a miracle?”
Maddy opens her mouth to explain but her jaw hangs with no answer as her brow furrows, “Uuhhh, I don’t know. MaybUUURK!” Two surprisingly strong arms belonging to Elisa Melocoton snake around the necks of the Wrecking Crew and bend the heels backward with Inverted Headlocks. The Princess Peach’s arms go into stark definition as they wring the life out of the rude pair. Ravage and Mayhem slap and scratch at the rookie as Elisa hisses, “The antonym for miracle… is cataclysm!”
Little Miracle falls back rapidly and cracks the coconuts of the Wrecking Crew on the Arena with a Double Inverted DDT.
youtu.be/w0CDRQIyRWc?t=18
Mayhem and Ravage’s bells are hard rung; they cry out in unison and sluggishly reach for their throbbing heads while Melocoton the younger kips up from the wreckage and skips over Ravage to the apron. She rolls under the bottom rope to break the official’s count. Elisa points at him and gives the zebra a thumbs up “We appreciate your discretion,” before rolling back out of the ring. She pounces atop the steel steps and leaps into the sky, sticking both stems straight out at her jump’s apex. Maddy gags as Elisa’s legs chop down on her neck and breasts while Rebacca rasps as her chest is concaved by bouncing booty. Elisa crawls over her breathing crashpads to check on her mother. Elisa pulls Catalina out of the detritus and gently sits her against the guardrail, she gently pats her cheeks, “Mamá, are you hurt?”
Queen Peach stirs awake wincing with pain, she puts her hand on her daughter’s shoulder and gives it a firm squeeze. Catalina assures Elisa that she’s fine, but it would be more convincing if her voice wasn’t weary and could make focused eye contact. “I’m fine… sweetie. Give me two…minutes, and I can take over.”
Elisa knows better than to argue so she pats her on the shoulder, “You rest. I can get the win,” and breaks away before the veteran can utter a word in protest. The dynamic young lady comes back to the Wrecking Crew quiet and fast, ambushing the enemy team with a double Clothesline right as they were starting to collect themselves. Little Miracle’s about to seize Ravage by the roots when she pauses, unsure of the chain of events. She looks to the watching official, “Who’s legal?”
He points to the blonde with longer hair “You and Mayhem.” Elisa nods her thanks and hammers forearms to the back of the Crew’s necks till they’re subdued, “Good thing I asked, huh?” Elisa grabs Maddy by the scruff and the waistband, tugging hard on the latter, exposing a bit of Australian bum as she rushes her under the bottom cable. The Californian slides in after Maddy and raises her to hands and knees “Uggh!” Maddy’s fist rams bronzed belly just below the navel. Maddy strikes again, and again, pounding in a vertical line up Little Miracle’s exquisite body as she gets on her feet. Miss Mayhem torques her hips into a big right cross that turns Elisa’s head and the rest of her body away and stumbling from the brawlin’ baddie. Maddy gives chase and uses her surprisingly neat nails to score Elisa from shoulders to rump.
“AAIIEE!”
Maddy laughs watching the wannabe tremble and shriek, “Your first time in a real fight, hunnie-bun? You should be a ring girl instead.” She plunges her handdeep into Elisa’s afro and takes her by the roots to reel her in close. “I hear Bethany’s bringing in a round system-”
CRACK!
Melocoton spins and slaps the veggimite out of Maddy’s mouth. “Stop pulling my hair!” It’s almost too fast for Maddy to see but she certainly feels a Knife-edge Chop rip across her sternum, she raises her arms protectively over her chest and gags when Melocoton takes her by the throat with one hand. Elisa slips one foot behind Miss Mayhem and shoves her backward, Maddy as trips over the foot Elisa genuflects, impaling the Crewwoman’s spine on her posted knee.
STO BACKBREAKER
www.youtube.com/watch?v=QDUiherQXrA
“Arrrghyoubitch!” Maddy flops on the mat overcome with the lightning shooting up and down her back. Little Miracle bounds over, chastising “Language!” The gameplan was to work Ravage’s back, but things have become a real mess, so Elisa has put Maddy through a speedrun to apply the same strategy. Elisa contorts Miss Mayhem’s right arm around her leg so when she lies across the heel’s it hikes up into a Hammerlock, from there she reaches down for Mad Maddy’s left leg and hauls back till the tip of the the blonde’s boot almost touches her head!
CAMPFIRE COCKTAIL
youtu.be/WPmipi1xlfY?t=8
Maddy's screams pierce the air as Elisa locks her in the submission hold, the misery evident on her face.
Meanwhile, just beyond the ropes, Ravage and Catalina renew their brawl, each landing furious blows in rapid succession. The sounds of their struggle reverberate throughout the arena, momentarily distracting the referee from the action inside the ring. As chaos unfolds both inside and outside the squared circle, the tension in the arena reaches a fever pitch.
With a burst of strength, Rebecca seizes control, driving Catalina back against the barricade with brute force. “ARGHH!!!” Catalina slumps to her knees arching her back in pain before Ravage violently pulls her up into front facelock. However, instead of dropping her back first like a regular suplex, The Brooklynite drops her belly-first into the barricade, using the environment to her advantage.
As Catalina balances laterally on the barricade, Ravage adds her finishing touch by trapping Catalina in a front facelock once more before driving Queen Peach headfirst into the thinly padded ringside cement ground with a sickening DDT!
Amidst the chaos, Maddy's frustration boils over as she frantically taps out, hoping to end the agony. However, her desperate plea for mercy goes unnoticed by the referee, who is preoccupied with the ongoing brawl between Ravage and the elder Melocoton outside the ring. Maddy's cries for relief are drowned out by the raucous jeers of the crowd, as the intense battle rages on both inside and outside the squared circle.
Elisa's eyes meet Rebecca's with a mix of reluctance and determination. Sensing an impending attack from Rebecca, she grudgingly releases her hold on Maddy, her muscles tensed and ready for the impending confrontation with Rebecca. Likewise, Rebecca narrows her eyes, her gaze unwavering as she prepares to face off against Elisa.
As Elisa closes in on Ravage, ready to engage, the referee steps between them, attempting to diffuse the tension. However, the interruption sparks a heated argument between the referee and Elisa, allowing Rebecca an opportunity to discreetly slip a set of brass knuckles to her partner, Maddy, who wearily dons it on her hand. The subtle exchange goes unnoticed amidst the chaos of the confrontation.
The referee, with a firm tone, restores order in the match, instructing Rebecca to return to her corner and gesturing for Elisa to re-enter the ring. With a watchful eye on the potentially nefarious Crew member, the referee ensures that no underhanded tactics are employed. However, without an eye on Miss Mayhem, Maddy swiftly rises to her feet, delivering a vicious punch to Elisa's face with the brass knuckles concealed in her hand as the unsuspecting Melacoton returns to the ring. The sudden strike catches Elisa off guard, sending her reeling, before Maddy nonchalantly discards the foreign object, tossing it into the crowd with a dismissive flick of her hand. The audience erupts into a mixture of shock and outrage at the blatant act of cheating.
Maddy quickly rolls Elisa’s limped body for the cover and calls for the ref’s attention. Without second thought, the ref slides back into the ring, slapping the canvas…
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
As the referee's hand hits the mat for the third time, the bell rings, signalling the end of the match. Maddy, victorious, rises to her feet with a triumphant grin, while Elisa lies sprawled on the canvas, defeated. The crowd erupts into a cacophony of boos, outraged by the underhanded tactics employed by The Wrecking Crew. Despite the controversy surrounding the outcome, Maddy celebrates her win, reveling in the jeers of the audience as she raises her arms in victory.
As Maddy celebrates her win, Rebecca joins her in the ring, their victory turning into a display of merciless aggression. With Elisa sprawled defenseless on the canvas, they both unleash a barrage of stomps, each blow landing with punishing force. The sound of their boots meeting flesh echoes through the arena, creating a chilling atmosphere as the crowd's cheers turn to jeers. Despite the referee's attempts to intervene, Maddy and Rebecca show no signs of stopping, their actions fueled by a desire to dominate and humiliate their opponent.
Catalina's pleas fall on deaf ears as Maddy and Rebecca show no mercy, their onslaught continuing with ruthless efficiency. Seeing her daughter helpless and outnumbered, Catalina courageously slides into the ring, shielding Elisa from the relentless assault. However, even her presence is not enough to deter The Crew, who continue their stomping onslaught, now targeting both mother and daughter with equal ferocity.
“Awwww…that’s sweet!” Maddy chirps before peeling Catalina off her daughter and traps her in a double underhook. Catalina struggles to stand, visibly weakened from the onslaught.
Maddy takes a step forward, positioning Catalina in a backwards leaning position before twisting herself with incredible force, driving Catalina head-first into the canvas with a devastating Mind Twister!
Mind Twister (https://youtube.com/shorts/2ab8eGpI0HE?feature=share)
As Catalina collapses onto her back, Maddy wastes no time in dragging her towards her daughter, Elisa, stacking them on top of each other. With the Melocotons defenseless beneath them, The Crew mercilessly press their boots against the stacked bodies, adding insult to injury.
Standing tall over their fallen opponents, The Crew takes a moment to address the raucous crowd, their voices amplified by the arena's sound system. With a sinister grin, Rebecca steps forward, another set of brass knuckles gleaming in the arena lights.
"We didn't come here for a wrestling match," she declares, her voice dripping with malice. "We came to unleash unfiltered violence and chaos in the tag team division!"
Maddy, standing beside her partner, nods in agreement, her eyes gleaming with a wicked intensity. "That's right! We're not here to play nice. We're here to dominate! And honestly, we don’t care who you are. We don’t discriminate ya’ know!"
“Just take a look at this grandma! HAH!”
The crowd responds with a mix of boos and fearful murmurs, the atmosphere thick with tension as The Crew asserts their dominance. With a final defiant glare at their fallen opponents, they exit the ring, leaving a trail of destruction in their wake.