Post by hawkeye on Apr 22, 2024 23:15:21 GMT
Defeating a fellow future Hall of Famer like Lisa Dream never looked bad on the resume nor failed to boost the ego and with the challenge she faced tonight at Spring Break, every bit of boosting would be necessary.
Bouncing on the balls of her feet just behind the curtain, knowing what kind of physical foray faced her, the Platinum Pixie was a caged animal ready to be let loose and show what an underdog could do when she had the determination and know-how to use her slingshot and slay one of FAWN’s deadliest Goliaths.
With a contract signed proclaiming that Celia Blassenville couldn't be ringside to assist the Peacemaker’s cause, unfortunately that same contract ensured Cassava had to keep her fangirling backstage. The Pleasant Valley Princess would be on her own facing a One-Woman Army.
From beyond, the glorious, melodious and upbeat Sixpence None The Richer’s ‘There She Goes’ swept through the arena and the Corps roared to its collective feet.
THERE SHE GOES:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=tMfXeuv4kZE
The foremost FAWN original remaining pushed through and moved to center stage, Kylie absorbing the crowd’s adulation, smiling and waving, the sight of their redeemed favorite eliciting rekindled love in the direction of the silvery-bobbed beauty.
KYLIE SANDERS
Drawing on echoes of her original gear, Sanders sported a simple yellow-gold sports bra topside with black boy-cut shorts, black boots and pads. As she headed down the ramp, Ky cupped a hand to an ear, enjoying the chants of ‘KY-LEE’ that overwhelmed her accompaniment.
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A beaming Sanders walked the aisle, happy to slap hands with her fans, gazing with delight at a poster proclaiming “Becky may be an army but Kylie’s got her Corps!”.
Reaching the ring and climbing the steps, Ky took a moment to gaze around the arena at the massive display of affection. Sanders saluted her supporters with a wave before slipping through the cables.
Moving to the middle, Ky mouthed a misty-eyed “Thank you”.
The veteran strode to the corner as her music and the ovation both fade, allowing the official to pat down her pads and boots while the announcer took their cue.
“Our next match is scheduled for one fall with a twenty-minute time limit. First. Hailing from Pleasant Valley, Iowa; standing five feet four inches and weighing in at one hundred and fifteen pounds, she is the Platinum Pixie…KYLIE SANDERS!”
The FAWNatics bellowed one final roar, ready to support their beloved Girl Scout on the long, tough task ahead.
The legend known only as Merle was still checking Kylie's boots and pads when the mood went from Spring Break to Winter Solstice thanks to nothing more than slow, plinking piano notes.
PSY OPS:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=V5z63Bi_d1I
With your feet in the air and your head on the ground
Try this trick and spin it, yeah
Your head will collapse but there's nothing in it
And you'll ask yourself
Where is my mind?
Where is my mind?
Everyone was still jeering wholeheartedly when the curtain was brushed aside and one half of the now former Tag Team Champions stomped into view. Celia's absence didn't seem to soften the crowd's reaction at all, if anything the former Howling Commandos got even louder, each and every one of them running the risk of laryngitis to give what for to the woman they'd once claimed as their leader.
BECKY CLAYTON:
On another night Becky Clayton might've answered this noise with a smirk, tonight the Camouflage Crusher only shook her head in disgust before heading down the ramp with her attention fixed solely on Sanders. For tonight's exercise against a FAWN original that should've goddamned known better, Clayton wore a cold gray, black & blue version of her formerly standard green & brown camouflage two-piece. The tie-sided bottoms were the same as was the ladder / double helix of lycra that ran from the top of her waistband all the way to the southern border of her low-cut sports bra. The look was completed with flat black pads, black boots and a few wraps of matte black wrist-tape. As for her hair, it was still pulled back in the Temptress' trademark French braid.
She was about halfway down the ramp when the Announcer called out, “And introducing her opponent. Hailing from Denver, Colorado, she stands at five feet eight inches tall and weighs in tonight at one hundred and forty-three pounds. She is the Peacekeeper... BECKY CLAYTON!”
The boos got louder, though it didn't seem to do a damned bit of good, what with the BFG plowing through the bad feelings like an out of control Icebreaker. To the ring shortly thereafter, she hurried up the steel steps, then dipped through the ropes and went straight to the center. Merle stepped up in case she tried to get to Kylie before the bell, but Clayton just turned to the hard camera and snapped off a salute before kissing her fingertips and SLAPPING them against one svelte hip.
With the crowd properly put in their place, she stalked to the far corner to await the opening of Hawkeye season.
Considering the Camouflage Crusher's mood from the moment she'd walked through the curtain, Kylie had expected an aggressive start once the bell sounded. What she had not expected was Clayton exploding out of her corner like a missile the instant Merle gave the word. Ninety-eight percent of the roster would've been crushed against the buckles by the oncoming Destroyer but the Pleasant Valley Princess possessed one of the greatest survival instincts in all of FAWN and she proved it once again by grabbing hold of the top rope in both hands and hopping / dipping between the top and middle strands to evacuate to the apron with about half a heartbeat to spare!
Credit to the Peacekeeper, she demonstrated some split-second reaction time of her own by whipping her right foot up and bracing it against the top turnbuckle like a kicksta—“NNNGGGGHH!”
Still holding the top rope in both hands, Sanders sprang up and stretched out parallel to the rubber-coated steel, all the better to THWHACK a quick kick into the taller wrestler's forehead! Clayton took the blow flush but she shook it off at once as evidenced by how quickly she lowered her shoulder and surged through the ropes to—Ky pulled out and to the side, the blonde stretching to the edge of balance to avoid a gut-churning Shoulderblock. Immediately shifting her hands from the ropes to Bex's hair, Sanders rushed in and drilled the point of her right knee into her opponent's temple!
Kylie felt the shiver of impact through the defense of her knee-pad and so expected the One Woman Army to at least set a knee on the canvas. But apparently she hadn't accounted for adrenaline and a state of utter fury because Clayton didn't just shake it off, she soaked it up and returned fire with a sharp elbow delivered to the pit of Sanders' stomach. “Get your fuckin' hands out of my hair, SandNNGGGHH!”
Kylie did not oblige the demand, instead she rushed in and pumped knee after knee after knee into the brunette's chest! She landed a full dozen before Merle's count forced the blonde to change tactics. A second Kneelift to the side of the head left Clayton draped over the middle rope and looking just stunned enough that the FAWN Original felt confident scurrying into place on the second turnbuckle. Nodding along to the 'KY-LEE!' chants that were already starting to echo in the rafters, the former World Champion leapt off her perch and THWHAPPED both heels down between Clayton's shoulders in a beautiful Mushroom Stomp!
ROPE-HUNG MUSHROOM STOMP:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=kONEyxMf4Mo
Becky gurgled as the rubber-coated steel cut into her midsection and she withdrew from the edge with a curse and a grimace, the BFG holding one arm across her midsection as she stomped toward the middle of the ring. Simultaneously pleased and irritated to see that Bex had offered her back, Ky scrambled back onto the apron and took full advantage of the gift by snagging the top rope once again. Vaulting to the top with an ease that seemed in direct defiance of a twenty-plus year career, Pleasant Valley's Finest hopped off just as Clayton turned around, thus ensuring she met the brunette with a Dropkick that THWHUMPED against her sternum!
SPRINGBOARD DROPKICK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=_04KeVICbEQ
Cheers when Becky went down flat on her back and they only got louder when Sanders hurled herself atop the prone Destroyer, Kylie hooking the far leg for...
ONE...
'Ooooooooooohhhh!' all around as Bex braced her hands against chest and tummy and powered the blonde back to her feet with the ease of someone setting a ten pound weight! “Good lord, I forgot how strong you are.” Kylie admitted once she welcomed Clayton into a Side Headlock as she was getting back to her feet. “Hope you haven't forgotten how tenacious I can be.”
Sanders didn't wait for a response, she just ground Becky's temple against the point of her left hip and took off running toward the ropes facing hard cam. Taking to the skies as the distance closed, the blonde drew her knees in close to her chest and planted both feet against the top rope, all the better to push off and twist around for one helluva Springboard Bulldo—Clayton looped her right arm around the veteran's waist, braced her left hand against Ky's backside to pull her out of the Bulldog and set her in a precarious perch atop the powerhouse's right shoulder! With the soles of Kylie's boots pointed into the rafters, Bex shifted her left hand to the smaller wrestler's upper thigh, then swung her forward and down while simultaneously dropping to her knees, Kylie just THA-WHAMMED down flat on her face, chest and belly by the impromptu Crash Thunder Buster!
CRASH THUNDER BUSTER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=PFpQaOEcnZk
The sheer power flopped Sanders over onto her back and Clayton was quick to press her palms to the blonde's bounty in an arrogant show. Didn't last long though, indeed Merle had just dove into position when the Camouflage Crusher switched over to a hair-hold and yanked Sanders to a woozy seat. “This isn't personal.” she murmured in Sanders' ear to ensure she was heard over the jeer of the throng. “But I need to send a message to a psychopath and you're the perfect way to do it.”
Ky's grunt suggested it sure felt personal enough, not that Clayton allowed her the courtesy of a proper answer. Rather she hauled the blonde upright, then switched over to a sturdy grip on Sanders' left wrist. A quick shoulder to the sternum rocked the Iowan in one direction and let Bex step in the other, the BFG dropping her hips down low to hurl her adversary into the far corner with an Irish Whip. Kylie didn't so much run at the corner as she did fly, indeed the Platinum Pixie didn't seem to touch down until the moment she wheeled around and met the top turnbuckle with a BWUUUNG that set the FAWNatics' teeth on edge!
Sanders bounced out of the corner in a mincing, tiptoed parody of verticality that came to an abrupt end when she collapsed to all fours a few steps shy of the looming Destroyer. Offering an apparent nod of approval to the blonde's wherewithal, Becky gripped Kylie by the ears and set her on her feet before switching over to another Wristlock. Another Shoulderblock and Irish Whip followed, only this time Clayton dug in her heels and yanked the PVP back the way she'd came. Twisting to one side so she could stuff her head beneath Kylie's left arm as the lightweight raced by, the Peacekeeper hooked her right arm across Sanders' lower back and muscled her skyward for what could've been a Backdrop Suplex or another Crash Thunder Buster. Turned out to be closer to the former, though Clayton made a point of twisting through a full three hundred and sixty degrees before she laid out to THAWHAM Ky down on the back of her head and shoulders!
SPINNING BACKDROP SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=rjj37fPLX9k
Sanders bounced up and tumbled over onto her stomach, a defense the former World Champion could've breached if she'd bothered to shoot a Half Nelson. But Becky didn't. Instead she shoved Kylie onto her left side so that her back was to the brunette. Kneeling beside the flattened fighter, Bex put her hands on Ky's shoulder and hip and murmured, “Everyone's so interested in redemption arcs these days. You and Dream both spent years being the most awful people you could imagine and yet this audience is willing to forgive anything and everything because they're just so eager to cheer your name for a little while longer. Celia would find it amusing, me, I think it's a tad hypocritical.”
“Suuuuhhh... self awareness isn't your strong suite, is it, BeckNNNGGGHH!”
Clayton moved one hand from Sanders' shoulder to the side of her head and proceeded to bounce it like a basketball! “Don't interrupt when I'm talking.” she warned. No answering sass from Kylie so the One Woman Army grabbed her foe between her right shoulder and the side of her neck and slid her other hand down to grab hold of the Iowan's inner thigh. “As I was about to say, hypocrisy aside, I don't really give a shit if these idiots want to embrace you again, but in forgetting all your old sins they seem to have also forgotten just who the hell I am. And that cannot stand.”
Yet that's exactly what Becky did. She got to her feet, then hunkered down and earned a genuine 'OOOOHHHHH!' from the crowd when she hoisted Sanders to hip level before muscling her high overhead in a Military Press! Stone-faced despite all the noise, Clayton set off on an effortless circuit of the squared circle to ensure everyone knew just what would happen when she was in a foul mood. Slowing as she approached the last corner, the BFG twisted slightly and hupped-tossed Pleasant Valley's Finest into a free-fall that BWUNGED her forehead against the top turnbuckle!
MILITARY PRESS & SNAKE EYES:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZakjDrEMM68
Sanders probably should've hit the deck in a mewling heap, but damned if she didn't find a way to get her feet under her and remain upright. Understandably fuzzy in the wake of such a concussive collision, she wandered out into the middle of the ring and—Becky came off the ropes and buried her right shoulder in the blonde's exposed belly! The Spear almost Matchbooked Ky on impact but Clayton still made no effort to try for a pin. Rather she dragged Kylie to a seat, slithered in behind and threaded her legs around Sanders' wai—“HHHHRRRRGGGGGHHH!” The Iowan grit her teeth in abject anguish as Bex tried to crush her ribs with a simple Bodyscissors.
BODYSCISSORS:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=EBMZSd-cyz4
“I'm not going to ask you to submit.” Clayton noted even as she set her hands against the mat and boosted her hips for another painful squeeeeeeeeeeze. “I'm just going to work this until you've had enough. Or Merle says you can't take anymore.”
Sanders’ features are twisted in pain, the silvery-bobbed grappler huffing out a pained breath each time Becky flexes the steel bands that pass for her thighs.
“I think I’ve had enough,” the Platinum Pixie grunted. “Of this.”
With her boot soles on the canvas, Kylie pushed into her foe, and while Clayton’s Scissors continued to crush Ky’s midriff from the flanks, the One Woman Army was rolled onto her shoulders for an impromptu…
ONE…
TWO…
Clayton’s forced to unhook her vise in order to throw a shoulder off the canvas, her smaller foe tumbling away in the opposite direction.
Both veterans knew the stakes in reaching their feet first. They scrambled for verticality, blonde and brunette reaching it simultaneously. But Clayton brought the heavier ordinance, stepping to the onrushing Pixie with right arm drawn. Bex SLAMMED the bared limb across Kylie’s clavicle, turning the Hawkeye inside out with the massive force of her Clothesline. Sanders backflipped violently, throwing in a twist to raise the degree of difficulty, landing heavily on her chest.
With hazel eyes glazed, the FAWN original pushed to all fours but seemed stuck there as Clayton flexed her right bicep, giving it a smooch to the displeasure of Kylie’s Corps. Becky moved to a standing straddle of Ky’s raised backside, then dipped to wraps her wings around the gulping ivory abdomen of the beloved Iowan.
Displaying her renowned strength, the Peacekeeper tugged a dazed Sanders into the air in front of her, then up to a breathtaking Bear Hug. The brawny brunette cinched the embrace tight. Kylie’s eyes bulged as she bleated raspy exhalations, toe tips stretching for the canvas a couple inches removed.
The Pixie weakly prized at the surrounding arms of the recent former tag champ in a fruitless enterprise.
Showing she had yet more might to illustrate, Clayton shook the lightweight like a rag doll from side to side, Kylie’s body becoming slacker with each passing squeeze and rattle.
“Still not asking.” Bex whispered in Sanders’ ear. “You’ll tell me.”
With Clayton’s nose a little closer to make her verbal point, the veteran took the opportunity to throw her noggin in reverse and slammed the back of her braincase into the bridge of Becky’s beak.
Clayton yelped in pain, releasing the gasping Pixie. She turned away, fingers pressed to her proboscis.
“If you broke my…” Clayton warned in a nasal tone, suggesting Sanders just might have.
“You’ll do something worse?” Ky asked incredulously.
Sanders sent a stomp thrusting forward, finding Clayton’s right knee, and forcing the bigger brunette to genuflect in front of the sweat-soaked PVP. With her foe’s hands occupied, Kylie lifted and wrapped her right leg around the back of Becky’s neck in a modified, leg-centric Front Facelock around the lowered head of the One Woman Army.
The Platinum Pixie quickly laid out, THUMPING Becky’s forehead into the thinly-sheathed floorboards with a Leg-Wrap DDT, eliciting an impressed groan from the Corps.
LEG-WRAP DDT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=fOVfUd0ivcw
An excited buzz was added when Clayton flopped to her back after impact and Sanders climbed aboard, snatching a limp leg and rolling into a Back Press cradle pin for the…
ONE…
TWO…
The BFG pushed loose with a second to spare, but the force behind the weakened shove gave Sanders’ supporters reason to believe she’s making an impact against the strapping Camo Crusher.
Sitting beside the downed Army brat, Ky bit her lower lip in disappointment as Clayton jangled her skull to manipulate some of her senses back in place. It’s no easy task for either combatant to rise, but the Hawkeye made it there with plenty to spare and she bullied the wobbling, tardy Destroyer-class combatant to the ropes behind the brunette.
Having snatched a wrist on the trip, Kylie pivoted and heaved Bex on her way across the canvas with an Irish Whip. As the One Woman Army hit the cables for her U-turn, the Pixie’s set up shop mid-ring. Using momentum to move her larger foe, Ky grasped the returning Becky under her arms, then twisted and tossed to send Clayton through an impressive flight courtesy her eye-catching Overhead Belly to Belly Suplex.
OVERHEAD BELLY TO BELLY SUPLEX @ 00:03
www.youtube.com/watch?v=6GXqX8L19ps
Clayton’s spine arched in agony after the ring-rattling landing, a hand absently moving to the base of her spine from the pain. Within a hair’s breadth of the ring’s edge, the Camouflage Crusher staged a hasty retreat, skidding under the bottom rope for some R&R.
Kylie hovered over the departed Becky, palms wrapped around the top cable. When Clayton spent too much time worrying about complaints from the partisan crowd, Sanders dipped into a crouch with the rubber-coated steel tightly within her grip.
The diminutive blonde slingshotted herself over the top, spreading out her body like a flying squirrel at her zenith. She CRASHEED across the unprepared soldier of fortune. Clayton collapsed under the Pleasant Valley Plancha, the One-Woman Army flattened beneath the rising Pixie. Ky pumped her fist toward the FAWNatics. They roared in support of the Hawkeye in return.
Kylie scraped the bigger woman off the arena floor and guided the faltering Bex to the apron’s edge where Kylie lifted Clayton to the canvas and rolled her foe in under the bottom rope.
Sanders took a different route, the blonde strolling to the steps before ascending the ring-post from the outside.
Never the most accomplished high flyer, the blonde nevertheless reached the top with relative ease, finishing in a penthouse stance high above the recovering Becky. As Clayton wearily pushes to her feet, she slowly turned in Sanders’ direction. Off the perch the Pixie flew. Her boot soles led the way as she RAMMED Clayton’s chest with a Missile Dropkick, the Camouflage Crusher sent somersaulting away from the collision, ending splayed on her chest.
Ky kipped to her feet under a rousing ovation. She saluted the Corps, then passed on a pin attempt, instead peeling Clayton off the deck and wrapping her adversary’s noggin in a tight Side Headlock.
At first it seemed as though Sanders was tugging Becky toward a more successful Bulldog than her first try. But as the pair closed in on the ropes for the springboard, Clayton placed her palms on Ky’s hips and the bigger brunette launches the pint-sized Pixie the rest of the way on her own, a wide-eyed Kylie flying solo toward the top cable, where her neck CRASHED across the uppermost strand.
Hotshotted by the BFG, Sanders whiplashed away from the cable, landing harshly on her back, grasping at her reddening throat, and flopping around like a fish out of water, her windpipe struggling to bring in air.
On a knee, the Peacekeeper drew in a few deep breaths. She sank her nails into the silvery-bobbed scalp of the Pixie and tore Ky to her feet. Red-faced but ready, Kylie shoved Clayton back a step and sent Bex through a pirouette with an Enzuiguri to the left temple of the Camo Crusher.
With Clayton staggered, Kylie turned and vaulted to the middle cable behind her. Blindly, she bounded away in a U-turn, spring loaded into a Crossbody flight to Becky, hoping to level the brunette with a Splash. But Sanders underestimated the One-Woman Army, Bex easily catching Kylie across her chest, barely budged, Sanders left squirming futilely in her foe’s grip.
Becky didn't give her prey or the FAWNatics a chance to think about Sanders' misstep, instead she shot up on tiptoes, muscling Kylie to about chin-level in the process. Then she dropped to one knee and whipped the Iowan down so that the small of her back THWHUMPED across the pitiless expanse of the brunette's posted thigh. Ky shuddered in Clayton's grip but she wasn't granted the mercy of release, at least not yet. Indeed, the Peacekeeper rose up with the blonde still strapped to her chest and turned to the opposite side of the squared circle where she promptly delivered her second Backbreaker in perhaps ten seconds. Sanders grimaced and wriggled, the valiant veteran doing her best to either knee or punch her way out of Bex's clutches, but the brunette was not so easily dissuaded. Rising once more, she turned to the hard camera and made a deliberate show of SLAPPING Sanders' vulnerable buns before she crouched down and flung her burden over and back, Kylie tumbling through the air just to THAWHAM down on the deck three quarters of the way across the ring courtesy of that damned Fallaway Slam.
BACKBREAKERS & FALLAWAY SLAM:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=025lGw-cBYw
Sitting up while the deck was still shivering, Clayton brushed some invisible dust off her hands, then spun to one knee to better get a look at the Pleasant Valley Princess. “I don't think I'll ever understand anyone that trashes you as gutless in their promos, Sanders.” Becky muttered as she got to her feet. “I mean, how could they ever think that after you just had the guts to toss me across the ring with an Overhead Belly to Belly?”
Ky didn't answer, which didn't bother Clayton. It certainly didn't stop her from hauling the Lightweight to her feet with a fistful of silvery hair. Trading in the illegal grip for a Bear Hug that was much more dangerous and still well within the confines of the rules, Becky locked her hands and squeeeeeeeeeeezed hard enough to bring the Iowan up on tiptoe. “Yeah, you're no coward, Sanders.” Clayton murmured. “You may be the dumbest chick alive, but you're no coward.”
“Muuuuhhhh...maybe second dumbest.” the blonde huffed as she gouged her elbows against Bex's biceps in an effort to slip the Hug. “After all, I'm not the one who put my faith in Celia Blassenvi—”
Clayton didn't let her finish, rather she got low and popped her hips, one former World Champion taking another up, over and down, Bex landing with every bit of her hundred and thirty-plus pounds THWHAMMING atop Sanders' chest! Kylie bounced to a seat on impact and was immediately hoisted to boot-leather as Clayton hadn't released her Waistlock. Struggling to plant her feet even as Becky swung 'em both around, Sanders managed one good swat to the side of the Camouflage Crusher's noggin before Bex planted her on the thinly-sheathed plywood with another Belly to Belly Suplex! That latest landing crushed out what little oxygen remained in Sanders' lungs, meaning she was little better than a dishrag when the BFG dragged her upright with those finedishly strong hands still locked. Pivoting to ensure she had the most space possible, Bex tromped forward a few steps, then gathered her strength and flung Kylie up and over, the Destroyer releasing her grip at the apex so Sanders soared a great distance en route to THAWHAMMING down flat on her back!
BELLY TO BELLY HAT TRICK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=qKV8R_S1lQQ
Quick to scramble over to her prone prey, Clayton snagged Ky at wrist and ankle and dragged her out of reach of the ropes before dropping down across her chest in a miniature Splash. Far leg hooked tight, the brunette nodded in time with the...
ONE...
TWO...
THRNOOOO!
Kylie powered free with a half second to spare, much to the delight of the Corps! Bex shot an irritated look in Merle's direction, though she stopped short of questioning the count. Settling on a more useful outlet for her anger, she grabbed Sanders by the ears and hauled the Iowan to her feet in stages. Positioned behind the wobbly-legged battler, the One Woman Army switched over to a brawny claw grip on Kylie's shoulders, Bex digging into her opponent's trapezius with white-knuckled ferocity! Beaming with malicious pride as Kylie groaned and started batting at those terrible talons, Clayton kneaded a little harder and murmured, “How's that feel, honeybunch?”
“Like something that's not quite strong enough to make me submit. Makes sense, seeing as how you're not quite strong enough to be a champHHRRRGGGGHH!” Sanders paid a steep price for that brazen sass when Becky muscled her up high enough to swing both of the blonde's legs up and out! Just like that Clayton went down on one knee, the slighted Destroyer THWHUMPING Sanders onto her butt with a modified Atomic Drop that allowed her to put even more pressure on the Shoulder Claw.
SHOULDER CLAW:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=yKAX4Qr-vBY
Up on tiptoe to make the simple hold as hellish as possible, Bex jostled her foe back and forth and hissed. “What was that, you pathetic little sack of nothing?” Ky didn't answer Clayton, though she did waggle a negating finger at Merle when she saw him closing in. Once that was settled she grabbed hold of the brunette's wrists and pulled as hard as she could! The hellish gouging eased ever so slightly and Sanders dared hope she might prize those claws loose, alas the Peacekeeper brought her back to reality by going up on tiptoe, then dropping to one knee, Clayton just THUMPING the bony joint between her foe's shoulders! “Better change tactics or I'm gonna start ripping you apart piece by piece.” Becky muttered as the callous clawing continued. “You're not going to overpower me, understand? Trying to brute force your way out of this is a great way to wind up in the hospitrrrggghhh!”
Since targeting Clayton's wrists yielded no results, Kylie reached back with both hands and helped herself to the brunette's braid! Merle clucked disapproval and voiced a warning but Bex only snorted in amusement. “Pull then, you little shit. Pull as hard as you can and see if it gets you anywh--” Cheers from the crowd when Sanders planted her feet and rose from her seat in an awkward bridge! It didn't free her from the Shoulder Claw but it did force Becky to rise alongside the blonde if she wanted to maintain the painful grip. Abandoning the hair-hold so she could lock her hands across the nape of Clayton's neck. Then she tucked her chin against her chest and surged backward, Kylie wedging her noggin beneath the BFG's jaw even as she shot up on tiptoe and—“NNNGGGGHH!”
Becky, who'd felt Lily Burlingame slip out of her grasp more times than she'd care to admit, halved her grip on the resilient Iowan so she could SLAM a right hook home just above Sanders' hip! Kylie's knees turned to water and she would've crashed to the mat if Clayton hadn't held her up just long enough to switch over to a burly Full Nelson. Yanking Sanders this way and that simply because she could, the Camouflage Crusher hefted Ky high into the air, then broke the Nelson and pressed her right hand to the blonde's chest to put even more 'oooommmph' on the descent that THWHAMMED her into the canvas!
FULL NELSON SLAM:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=xdTZLzkMBy8
The Platinum Pixie bounced to a seat only to get stretched out flat on her back once Clayton dropped to her knees and palmed both shoulders. No lackidasical effort now, Bex cradled the far leg with extreme prejudice while also grrrrrrrrrrriiiiiiiiiinding the bony ridge of her forearm against Sanders' jaw. Heartbeats later and Merle swooped down beside the action to lead the FAWNatics in counting off...
ONE...
TWO...
THRENOOOOOOOO!
Relief from the Corps and disbelief from the Destroyer when Kylie inched her shoulder off the deck at the last instant! Making no effort to keep the irritation from her features as she set Sanders on her feet thanks to a double handful of silver blonde locks, Clayton took Ky's chin between thumb and forefinger so she could force scathing eye contact. “You really think Dream is going to appreciate you taking this beating?” the One Woman Army asked. “After everything she's put you through? That bitch ERADICATED lines I wouldn't even think of crossing, yet here you are lifting a shoulder off the mat when this could've been over ten minutes ag—”
Uproarious delight from those assembled when Kylie's right hand came up and across for a quick, hard slap that paintbrushed her opponent's mouth! “How I make peace with Dream is my problem, soldier.” the Platinum Pixie huffed. “Tonight? Tonight's all about showing everyone that bullies always get what's coming to OOOOFFFHHH!”
Clayton spiked the blonde's gut with a quick Kneelift, then stuffed Ky's noggin between her thighs in a Standing Headscissors. Hands flattened into paddles, Bex got some whistles from the crowd when she swatted Sanders' buns a few times, alas anyone hoping for some Bittersweet Camouflage was sorely disappointed when the BFG flipped the crowd off rather than continue her performance! From there she wrapped both arms around Sanders' waist and easily lifted / flipped her up onto her shoulders for a Powerbo—NO! Kylie's hands found Bex's braid a second time, only now she slipped her legs clear of the Destroyer's shoulders and dropped to her butt to THWHONK Clayton's forehead against the mat courtesy a Sit-Out Facebuster from deep in left field!
SIT-OUT FACEBUSTER @ 00:14
www.youtube.com/watch?v=EM5swc4VZYI
Sanders had hoped to at least try for a cover so she was sorely disappointed when Becky bounced up like the mat was electrified, though she was visibly heartened by the unsteady lope Clayton showed in staggering over to the ropes. Feeling even better after the BFG dropped to one knee with her forehead resting against the second strand. Back on her feet shortly thereafter, the PVP muttered, “Third time's the charm, brat.” then she rushed across the canvas and snapped a quick Soccer Kick into the underside of the middle rope to send it TWANGING across Becky's eyes! The Destroyer stood up with a startled cry only to get doubled over when Kylie hopped up and clamped on a Side Headlock. Hop-stamping in place to make sure her grip was sunk in deep, Sanders leapt straight up, braced both feet against the top rope, then pushed off and swung around, the FAWN OG dropping to her tush to finally THWHAM Clayton's skull into the mat with the Springboard Bulldog!
SPRINGBOARD BULLDOG:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=13MXam3PmiM
A kneeling Kylie reached across the splayed frame of the face-down Peacekeeper. She rolled the brunette’s flaccid body to her foe’s back by pulling Clayton toward her. The Platinum Pixie dropped across the spasming physique of the One-Woman Army, hooking the far leg when a Lateral Press was secure for the…
ONE...
Bex kicked loose with authority, pushing Sanders up to her haunches. Ky’s chin dropped to her chest, the Iowan flabbergasted by the power remaining in Blassenville’s muscle.
“Good lord.” Ky mumbled to herself.
“Close.” Clayton responds softly, the brunette’s eyes blinking wide, the BFG trying to slot her senses fully into place after the near concussive blow to her cranium.
Sanders shook off the disappointment, shoving the weathered Camouflage Crusher to her chest. The Hawkeye mounted the brunette’s lower vertebrae in a backward-facing straddle. Kylie raised her right hand high, forming it into a claw. Instantly the Corps responds, loud and clear.
“FARM…HAND!” they shouted in unison.
Ky sank the curled digits DEEP into the back of Clayton’s meaty left thigh, carefully driving the tines home just under the curve of Becky’s gluteus. The expert Hammy Clamp applied by its foremost purveyor, Kylie chewed into the nerve bundle within the muscles of Bex’s hamstrings.
Up top, Clayton propped on her elbows, sending both sets of digits digging into her scalp to spread the pain, the One-Woman Army biting her lower lip to stifle her mewls as the Hawkeye worked her infamous submission.
Merle dropped to his chest in front of the brawny brunette.
“Whaddya say, Becky?”
Clayton responds not verbally but with a swipe that missed the ref’s nose by no more than an inch.
Merle rightfully interprets this as a ‘no’, the man scrambling to his feet and fashioning a ‘safe sign’ to show Clayton’s refusal to surrender.
Kylie persisted with her puncturing stilettoes until Becky’s left leg began to shudder involuntarily.
Still, the Peacekeeper refused to yield.
“You know where I could move this claw next if I wanted?” Sanders asked none too sweetly. “For you, I’ll make an exception and gouge your camouflaged kitty.”
Compelled to increase her struggle by the threat from the Pixie, Clayton dragged her frame toward the ropes in front of her ever so slowly, finally wrapping a palm around the bottom strand.
“Release!” Merle demands. “C’mon Kylie.”
No loosening of the fingers was forthcoming and only at the official’s count of 'FOUR!' did a sweat-soaked Sanders relent, dismount, and push to her feet, stepping back a foot or two as a grimacing Bex hugged the rubber-coated steel and slowly used the cables to pull to her feet.
The Destroyer-class badass limped away from the safety of the ropes, wanting to show as little hurt as possible, but it’s clear she’s leaking oil from the Hammy Clamp, hobbling in retreat from the pursuing blonde.
Halting center stage, Becky raised an extended palm high, offering a Test of Strength against the smaller Pixie. Kylie shook her head. Smirk firmly placed, though if ever there's a time to take on this task it’s with Becky on one wheel.
“Come on ya lil shit,” the Peacekeeper encouraged, and Ky’s flexing right set of digits rose toward Clayton’s left, lacing with the brunette’s. The women flexed against each other, Kylie holding her own with the help of the still tentative base of the One-Woman Army.
The opposite hands slowly moved toward linkage when the FAWN original pivoted and drove a raised knee into the chiseled solar plexus of the Army brat.
Despite the taut tummy of the Camo Crusher, Ky’s bony cap delves into Becky’s abs, doubling over Clayton with a gasp. Shaking free of the BFG’s fastened digits, the Hawkeye slipped around to Becky’s six o’clock and wrapped her arms around the midriff of her stooped foe.
With one ‘dead leg’ still debilitating the bigger brunette, Sanders showed she’s got some force of her own. Practiced in the art of the German, Ky used her decades of know-how and perfect form to lift Becky off the canvas and THUMP her down on the back of her skull and shoulders with a perfect Release version of her renowned Suplex.
RELEASE GERMAN SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=u9AR1xX5rXg
The ring-rattling landing left Bex perfectly jackknifed, Clayton’s legs bracketing her head, ass pointed to the rafters. A huffing Kylie scrambles to the pre-made pin, finding a seat atop the back of Becky’s stems then leaning forward to her palms with a Gator Clutch pin.
GATOR CLUTCH @ 00:05
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Uc1CzcZvhDA
The roaring crowd counted along with Merle’s slaps of the canvas for the…
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOO!
The shuddering legs of the One-Woman Army found a last burst of energy and Bex bucked the Platinum Pixie off, Kylie lurching forward, ending on her haunches. Ky swept both sets of fingers through her silvery bob, in disbelief that Becky’s fended off defeat yet again.
Perhaps realizing there’s only one way to stop the heinous hardbody, the diminutive Sanders steeled herself to finish off Clayton before peeling a weary Bex off the canvas. The Pixie THUMPED a toe kick deep into Becky’s belly, keeping her foe frozen in a doubled position as Ky drew in a couple deep breaths.
The Pleasant Valley Princess dipped an arm and slipped it between Clayton’s weakened stems. Somehow, Kylie ‘hupped’ the bigger woman across her shoulders, Sanders nearly collapsing from the strain but finally securing the wriggling One-Woman Army in place with a Fireman’s Carry, ready to deliver perhaps the most thunderous Pleasant Valley Driver of all time.
Pleasant Valley Driver @ 00:14
www.youtube.com/watch?v=96YGwFdN9K8
But before Kylie could deliver Clayton to a calamitous collision with the canvas, piston-like elbow shots from Becky chugged into the Pixie’s left temple until the veteran’s arms gave out and Bex slid out the back door, landing behind Ky.
The battered Bex faltered to her knees, seemingly losing the initiative as soon as she’s found it. But this vile version of the Camouflage Crusher wasn't above turning the tide in the cruelest way possible, swinging a forearm Uppercut between the slender, ivory-skinned thighs of the Pixie.
The crowd groaned in sympathy as Kylie rose to tiptoes, her face contorted in agony, body awash in pain from the waves emanating from her crotch.
“You mentioned Pandora’s Box.” Clayton huffed. “I just opened it first.”
The Peacekeeper (now Crotch Crusher) removed her offending arm to a stern gaze from Merle.
But this being FAWN, he only shook his head in disappointment.
Slowly rising to her feet, Becky surges past the frozen Pixie on her way to the ropes in front of the PVP. Rebounding out of the cables, Clayton approaches max velocity and lifted a tree trunk of a right leg, nearly removing Kylie’s head from her shoulders with the biggest of Big Boots. Sanders was sent to the thinly sheathed floorboards, her back banging against the deck at warp speed, seemingly left in an unconscious sprawl.
BIG ARMY BOOT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=s7t5m-Yhvg4
Clayton slid to a stop with a shit-eating grin firmly plastered across her face, knowing she’s sent Sanders into next week with that high caliber ordinance. She turned to find the wreckage, Ky in a wide spreadeagle, hazel eyes glazed, the faintest of twitches before falling motionless.
The Peacekeeper brushes her hands together, making clear tonight’s job is all but done.
Of course to actually finish the job would require a bit more effort from that domineering boot, thankfully Clayton was more than happy to stroll back to Sanders and set it atop the swell of her chest while Merle counted...
ONE...
TWO...
THRENOOOOOOOO!
Kylie swatted the encroaching footwear aside and rolled onto her side, an act of defiance that earned a loud roar from the Corps section of the capacity crowd. Alas, Bex didn't appreciate the resistance nearly as much so she clamped down on shoulder and hip to return the blonde to her back. A whistling overhand SLAP to Sanders' tummy stymied any other escape efforts she might've had in mind and ensured Clayton had more than enough time to hop straight up and kick both legs out at hip level. Gravity brought her down immediately thereafter, the brunette THWHUMPING the back of her right thigh across Kylie's throat in a Leg Drop that was far more sadistic than Sensational.
The gammy guillotine landed with enough force to pop Sanders' stems up in the air, but Clayton swatted them down rather than collect them for a cover. Back on her feet in the next instant, the BFG made a few careful measurements, then cocked her right arm up and back, all the better to plant the bony joint in Ky's sternum! More shuddering from the blonde and another passed pin attempt, though Clayton did take the opportunity to SLAP her fellow former World Champion's tummy once again. Then she was up, up, and away, Bex crunching in on herself only stretch out full length a heartbeat before she THAWHAMMED down on Kylie's chest with a huge Standing Frog Splash!
Third time proved the charm for Clayton catching Sanders' legs, the big brunette snagging both just to bundle 'em up in a Back Press when she rolled over and pointed Kylie's cheeks into the rafters for...
ONE...
TWO...
THRENOOOOOOOO!
The Pleasant Valley Princess shot a shoulder off the deck to keep herself in the fight for at least another three seconds! Clayton sighed and shook her head in disgust, the Destroyer clearly not appreciating the blonde's never say die attitude. “All right, short-stuff. You want to show these idiots you're still as dumb as you were back when they cheered you the first time? Then let's see just how many times I can put you through this ring.”
Palming Sanders' ears in both hands, Bex made a point to twisssssssssst as she got to her feet and forced the smaller wrestler to do the sam—Sanders caught a double handful of hair and shot up on tiptoe even as she stuffed her head beneath Clayton's chin! In the next instant she sprang up and came down on her knees to rattle Becky's bicuspids with a blink and you'll miss it Jawbreaker!
The Peacekeeper reeled back on her heels and threw a loopy Haymaker in Kylie's direction, an effort the Iowan easily avoided en route to running the ropes behind her stunned adversary. Not so out of it that she couldn't follow Sanders' progress, Clayton whipped around and clocked Ky closing fast so she exploded forward with another Big Army Boo—NO! Sanders dipped under the decapitating strike and continued to the opposite set of strands where upon reaching she hopped up and twisted around so that her butt was resting against the top rope and her feet were braced against the middle. Holding that position just until Clayton turned around, Sanders pushed off with everything she had left and earned a cacophonous cry from the FAWNatics when she BURIED her left shoulder in the pit of Becky's stomach!
SPRINGBOARD SPEAR:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=2WVRpJbvp-M
The One Woman Army went down hard on the back of her head and shoulders, the power of Sanders' Slingshot Spear folding her up long enough for the Pixie to catch the far leg in a Back Press good enough for...
ONE...
TWO...
THRENOOOOOOOO!
Clayton kicked out, sat up, and promptly flopped to one side with both arms strapped tight across her punctured midsection!
“LET'S FREAKIN' GO!” A galvanized Sanders bellowed to the multitude after slamming her palms against the mat once, twice, three times. Filling her hands with Bex's braid long before she got to her feet, Kylie hoisted the brunette to verticality, then let loose and dipped a shoulder so she could hook that arm through Clayton's stems for a Fireman's Carr—Becky dug in her heels, then crooked her right arm into a tire-iron and THWHAPPED it across the blonde's lower back! Kylie groaned, crumpled to one knee, then pushed up and stumbled away with Clayton's voice ringing in her ears.
“See that, Sanders? That's why you're still a punk after two decades! When push comes to shove you ALWAYS turn tail and ru—THWHACK!
The PVP pivoted around on her left foot and hopped forward to staple her right foot to Becky's chin with a Super Kick! Bex's arms pinwheeled wildly but she didn't actually go down until Kylie snatched a couple fistfuls of hair and reeled her into a Standing Headscissors. After a moment's thought she turned toward the hard camera and winked.
“Hey Lis, this one's for you.”
Flattening her hands into paddles, she raised 'em overhead and brought 'em down twice as fast, the blonde's beat far heavier on the sweet than the bitter even when she was making Clayton's callipygian camouflage jounce and dance! The next ten seconds were some of the most delightful the Corps had experienced in a very long time and proved quite the marked contrast to what happened next. One minute Ky was leading the Pleasant Valley Symphony in a rousing rendition of the Bittersweet Symphony, the next Becky was standing up straight with her arms hooked around Sanders' knees while the startled blonde was draped down her back like a ca—Clayton snapped forward and down, the brunette doubling over to put all her considerable strength into the Alabama Slam that THWHAMMED Kylie down on the back of her head and shoulders!
ALABAMA SLAM:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=l-EoavIyfV4
The Platinum Pixie bounced to a seat and stayed there, though the vacant look in her eyes suggested Becky could've knocked her over with a nudge if she'd been of the mind. But Clayton wasn't of the mind, indeed she hadn't really moved after splattering the Iowan against the deck. Eventually she nodded, as if coming to a decision.
“So you want to make dedications to that fucking psychopath.” she told the seated blonde. “Well so do I. This one really belongs to her, but you can hold onto it for now.”
Hooking her left thumb into her right elbow-pad, she pulled the protective gear down and tossed it into Sanders' lap. From there she turned on one heel and raced into the ropes to the blonde's left. Give the FAWNatics credit, they roared at the top of their lungs in a valiant effort to rouse Sanders from her stupor, alas she was still swooning when Clayton flew in low and DRILLED the point of her bare elbow into Sanders' cheek!
MOAB:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=9gFYUl1n_js
Ky slopped onto her side in a pretty platinum puddle, one that might've spread a great deal farther if Bex hadn't hooked her by the shoulder-straps and muscled her to verticality while the crowd was still cringing over the awful impact. Sanders might've been dead to the world after enduring the MOAB, but you never would've known it from the urgency Clayton put into scooping the smaller wrestler up onto the point of her right shoulder. From there she clamped down on Kylie's biceps and hoisted her high into the air in a sort of face-first Crucifix lift that could only mean one thing. Whipping around so the both of 'em were facing the hard camera, the Peacekeeper stared straight through it to the perfection she knew watched somewhere on the other side and exclaimed, “Hey Dream. This chick I'm currently holding over my head? She's better than you'll ever be. I want you remember that going forward.”
The demand was barely out of her mouth when she dipped slightly and tossed Sanders straight up! The ascent wasn't much, but still more than enough for Clayton to switch over to a Three Quarters Facelock and lay out on her back to THAWHAM the Pleasant Valley Princess down flat on her face, chest and tummy! Normally the SNAFU bounced its victim onto her back, but tonight Sanders remained face-down in a dreadful sprawl until Becky shot the Half Nelson and rolled her onto her back. Sliding in at a bit of an angle, she seized Sanders' wrists and pinned them high overhead while pressing her chest down on the blonde's insensate curves through a count of...
SNAFU:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=fVO2lW92ozk
ONE...
TWO...
THREE!
The Camouflage Crusher pushed to one knee as soon as the bell sounded, though the careful observer didn't miss the possessive hand she placed on Kylie's chest before the Announcer proclaimed the obvious to the world. “Ladies and gentlemen, your winner via pin-fall... BECKY CLAYTON!”
Bex rose along with the sound of her name, the swiftness of her movement causing Merle to step forward in case the former World Champion had some more ill will on her mind. Clayton saw this, snorted and extended her hand. “Make it official, nerd.” The ref did, being careful to draw his victorious charge away from the exhausted Iowan. Bex didn't argue, her attention was once again honed in on the nearest camera. “She got off easy, Dream. You? Not nearly so lucky. Same goes for that little blonde mascot, if you're dumb enough to let her get in my way. You wouldn't do that, would you, Li—what am I saying, of COURSE you would. There's no depth to which you won't gleefully sink. Wear all the white you want, Dream. You'll be wearing red again by the time I'm finished.”
With that she turned around and stormed out of the ring, Clayton leaving nothing more than the echo of her words and the wreckage of Kylie Sanders as evidence of her presence.
Bouncing on the balls of her feet just behind the curtain, knowing what kind of physical foray faced her, the Platinum Pixie was a caged animal ready to be let loose and show what an underdog could do when she had the determination and know-how to use her slingshot and slay one of FAWN’s deadliest Goliaths.
With a contract signed proclaiming that Celia Blassenville couldn't be ringside to assist the Peacemaker’s cause, unfortunately that same contract ensured Cassava had to keep her fangirling backstage. The Pleasant Valley Princess would be on her own facing a One-Woman Army.
From beyond, the glorious, melodious and upbeat Sixpence None The Richer’s ‘There She Goes’ swept through the arena and the Corps roared to its collective feet.
THERE SHE GOES:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=tMfXeuv4kZE
The foremost FAWN original remaining pushed through and moved to center stage, Kylie absorbing the crowd’s adulation, smiling and waving, the sight of their redeemed favorite eliciting rekindled love in the direction of the silvery-bobbed beauty.
KYLIE SANDERS
Drawing on echoes of her original gear, Sanders sported a simple yellow-gold sports bra topside with black boy-cut shorts, black boots and pads. As she headed down the ramp, Ky cupped a hand to an ear, enjoying the chants of ‘KY-LEE’ that overwhelmed her accompaniment.
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A beaming Sanders walked the aisle, happy to slap hands with her fans, gazing with delight at a poster proclaiming “Becky may be an army but Kylie’s got her Corps!”.
Reaching the ring and climbing the steps, Ky took a moment to gaze around the arena at the massive display of affection. Sanders saluted her supporters with a wave before slipping through the cables.
Moving to the middle, Ky mouthed a misty-eyed “Thank you”.
The veteran strode to the corner as her music and the ovation both fade, allowing the official to pat down her pads and boots while the announcer took their cue.
“Our next match is scheduled for one fall with a twenty-minute time limit. First. Hailing from Pleasant Valley, Iowa; standing five feet four inches and weighing in at one hundred and fifteen pounds, she is the Platinum Pixie…KYLIE SANDERS!”
The FAWNatics bellowed one final roar, ready to support their beloved Girl Scout on the long, tough task ahead.
The legend known only as Merle was still checking Kylie's boots and pads when the mood went from Spring Break to Winter Solstice thanks to nothing more than slow, plinking piano notes.
PSY OPS:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=V5z63Bi_d1I
With your feet in the air and your head on the ground
Try this trick and spin it, yeah
Your head will collapse but there's nothing in it
And you'll ask yourself
Where is my mind?
Where is my mind?
Everyone was still jeering wholeheartedly when the curtain was brushed aside and one half of the now former Tag Team Champions stomped into view. Celia's absence didn't seem to soften the crowd's reaction at all, if anything the former Howling Commandos got even louder, each and every one of them running the risk of laryngitis to give what for to the woman they'd once claimed as their leader.
BECKY CLAYTON:
On another night Becky Clayton might've answered this noise with a smirk, tonight the Camouflage Crusher only shook her head in disgust before heading down the ramp with her attention fixed solely on Sanders. For tonight's exercise against a FAWN original that should've goddamned known better, Clayton wore a cold gray, black & blue version of her formerly standard green & brown camouflage two-piece. The tie-sided bottoms were the same as was the ladder / double helix of lycra that ran from the top of her waistband all the way to the southern border of her low-cut sports bra. The look was completed with flat black pads, black boots and a few wraps of matte black wrist-tape. As for her hair, it was still pulled back in the Temptress' trademark French braid.
She was about halfway down the ramp when the Announcer called out, “And introducing her opponent. Hailing from Denver, Colorado, she stands at five feet eight inches tall and weighs in tonight at one hundred and forty-three pounds. She is the Peacekeeper... BECKY CLAYTON!”
The boos got louder, though it didn't seem to do a damned bit of good, what with the BFG plowing through the bad feelings like an out of control Icebreaker. To the ring shortly thereafter, she hurried up the steel steps, then dipped through the ropes and went straight to the center. Merle stepped up in case she tried to get to Kylie before the bell, but Clayton just turned to the hard camera and snapped off a salute before kissing her fingertips and SLAPPING them against one svelte hip.
With the crowd properly put in their place, she stalked to the far corner to await the opening of Hawkeye season.
Considering the Camouflage Crusher's mood from the moment she'd walked through the curtain, Kylie had expected an aggressive start once the bell sounded. What she had not expected was Clayton exploding out of her corner like a missile the instant Merle gave the word. Ninety-eight percent of the roster would've been crushed against the buckles by the oncoming Destroyer but the Pleasant Valley Princess possessed one of the greatest survival instincts in all of FAWN and she proved it once again by grabbing hold of the top rope in both hands and hopping / dipping between the top and middle strands to evacuate to the apron with about half a heartbeat to spare!
Credit to the Peacekeeper, she demonstrated some split-second reaction time of her own by whipping her right foot up and bracing it against the top turnbuckle like a kicksta—“NNNGGGGHH!”
Still holding the top rope in both hands, Sanders sprang up and stretched out parallel to the rubber-coated steel, all the better to THWHACK a quick kick into the taller wrestler's forehead! Clayton took the blow flush but she shook it off at once as evidenced by how quickly she lowered her shoulder and surged through the ropes to—Ky pulled out and to the side, the blonde stretching to the edge of balance to avoid a gut-churning Shoulderblock. Immediately shifting her hands from the ropes to Bex's hair, Sanders rushed in and drilled the point of her right knee into her opponent's temple!
Kylie felt the shiver of impact through the defense of her knee-pad and so expected the One Woman Army to at least set a knee on the canvas. But apparently she hadn't accounted for adrenaline and a state of utter fury because Clayton didn't just shake it off, she soaked it up and returned fire with a sharp elbow delivered to the pit of Sanders' stomach. “Get your fuckin' hands out of my hair, SandNNGGGHH!”
Kylie did not oblige the demand, instead she rushed in and pumped knee after knee after knee into the brunette's chest! She landed a full dozen before Merle's count forced the blonde to change tactics. A second Kneelift to the side of the head left Clayton draped over the middle rope and looking just stunned enough that the FAWN Original felt confident scurrying into place on the second turnbuckle. Nodding along to the 'KY-LEE!' chants that were already starting to echo in the rafters, the former World Champion leapt off her perch and THWHAPPED both heels down between Clayton's shoulders in a beautiful Mushroom Stomp!
ROPE-HUNG MUSHROOM STOMP:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=kONEyxMf4Mo
Becky gurgled as the rubber-coated steel cut into her midsection and she withdrew from the edge with a curse and a grimace, the BFG holding one arm across her midsection as she stomped toward the middle of the ring. Simultaneously pleased and irritated to see that Bex had offered her back, Ky scrambled back onto the apron and took full advantage of the gift by snagging the top rope once again. Vaulting to the top with an ease that seemed in direct defiance of a twenty-plus year career, Pleasant Valley's Finest hopped off just as Clayton turned around, thus ensuring she met the brunette with a Dropkick that THWHUMPED against her sternum!
SPRINGBOARD DROPKICK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=_04KeVICbEQ
Cheers when Becky went down flat on her back and they only got louder when Sanders hurled herself atop the prone Destroyer, Kylie hooking the far leg for...
ONE...
'Ooooooooooohhhh!' all around as Bex braced her hands against chest and tummy and powered the blonde back to her feet with the ease of someone setting a ten pound weight! “Good lord, I forgot how strong you are.” Kylie admitted once she welcomed Clayton into a Side Headlock as she was getting back to her feet. “Hope you haven't forgotten how tenacious I can be.”
Sanders didn't wait for a response, she just ground Becky's temple against the point of her left hip and took off running toward the ropes facing hard cam. Taking to the skies as the distance closed, the blonde drew her knees in close to her chest and planted both feet against the top rope, all the better to push off and twist around for one helluva Springboard Bulldo—Clayton looped her right arm around the veteran's waist, braced her left hand against Ky's backside to pull her out of the Bulldog and set her in a precarious perch atop the powerhouse's right shoulder! With the soles of Kylie's boots pointed into the rafters, Bex shifted her left hand to the smaller wrestler's upper thigh, then swung her forward and down while simultaneously dropping to her knees, Kylie just THA-WHAMMED down flat on her face, chest and belly by the impromptu Crash Thunder Buster!
CRASH THUNDER BUSTER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=PFpQaOEcnZk
The sheer power flopped Sanders over onto her back and Clayton was quick to press her palms to the blonde's bounty in an arrogant show. Didn't last long though, indeed Merle had just dove into position when the Camouflage Crusher switched over to a hair-hold and yanked Sanders to a woozy seat. “This isn't personal.” she murmured in Sanders' ear to ensure she was heard over the jeer of the throng. “But I need to send a message to a psychopath and you're the perfect way to do it.”
Ky's grunt suggested it sure felt personal enough, not that Clayton allowed her the courtesy of a proper answer. Rather she hauled the blonde upright, then switched over to a sturdy grip on Sanders' left wrist. A quick shoulder to the sternum rocked the Iowan in one direction and let Bex step in the other, the BFG dropping her hips down low to hurl her adversary into the far corner with an Irish Whip. Kylie didn't so much run at the corner as she did fly, indeed the Platinum Pixie didn't seem to touch down until the moment she wheeled around and met the top turnbuckle with a BWUUUNG that set the FAWNatics' teeth on edge!
Sanders bounced out of the corner in a mincing, tiptoed parody of verticality that came to an abrupt end when she collapsed to all fours a few steps shy of the looming Destroyer. Offering an apparent nod of approval to the blonde's wherewithal, Becky gripped Kylie by the ears and set her on her feet before switching over to another Wristlock. Another Shoulderblock and Irish Whip followed, only this time Clayton dug in her heels and yanked the PVP back the way she'd came. Twisting to one side so she could stuff her head beneath Kylie's left arm as the lightweight raced by, the Peacekeeper hooked her right arm across Sanders' lower back and muscled her skyward for what could've been a Backdrop Suplex or another Crash Thunder Buster. Turned out to be closer to the former, though Clayton made a point of twisting through a full three hundred and sixty degrees before she laid out to THAWHAM Ky down on the back of her head and shoulders!
SPINNING BACKDROP SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=rjj37fPLX9k
Sanders bounced up and tumbled over onto her stomach, a defense the former World Champion could've breached if she'd bothered to shoot a Half Nelson. But Becky didn't. Instead she shoved Kylie onto her left side so that her back was to the brunette. Kneeling beside the flattened fighter, Bex put her hands on Ky's shoulder and hip and murmured, “Everyone's so interested in redemption arcs these days. You and Dream both spent years being the most awful people you could imagine and yet this audience is willing to forgive anything and everything because they're just so eager to cheer your name for a little while longer. Celia would find it amusing, me, I think it's a tad hypocritical.”
“Suuuuhhh... self awareness isn't your strong suite, is it, BeckNNNGGGHH!”
Clayton moved one hand from Sanders' shoulder to the side of her head and proceeded to bounce it like a basketball! “Don't interrupt when I'm talking.” she warned. No answering sass from Kylie so the One Woman Army grabbed her foe between her right shoulder and the side of her neck and slid her other hand down to grab hold of the Iowan's inner thigh. “As I was about to say, hypocrisy aside, I don't really give a shit if these idiots want to embrace you again, but in forgetting all your old sins they seem to have also forgotten just who the hell I am. And that cannot stand.”
Yet that's exactly what Becky did. She got to her feet, then hunkered down and earned a genuine 'OOOOHHHHH!' from the crowd when she hoisted Sanders to hip level before muscling her high overhead in a Military Press! Stone-faced despite all the noise, Clayton set off on an effortless circuit of the squared circle to ensure everyone knew just what would happen when she was in a foul mood. Slowing as she approached the last corner, the BFG twisted slightly and hupped-tossed Pleasant Valley's Finest into a free-fall that BWUNGED her forehead against the top turnbuckle!
MILITARY PRESS & SNAKE EYES:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZakjDrEMM68
Sanders probably should've hit the deck in a mewling heap, but damned if she didn't find a way to get her feet under her and remain upright. Understandably fuzzy in the wake of such a concussive collision, she wandered out into the middle of the ring and—Becky came off the ropes and buried her right shoulder in the blonde's exposed belly! The Spear almost Matchbooked Ky on impact but Clayton still made no effort to try for a pin. Rather she dragged Kylie to a seat, slithered in behind and threaded her legs around Sanders' wai—“HHHHRRRRGGGGGHHH!” The Iowan grit her teeth in abject anguish as Bex tried to crush her ribs with a simple Bodyscissors.
BODYSCISSORS:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=EBMZSd-cyz4
“I'm not going to ask you to submit.” Clayton noted even as she set her hands against the mat and boosted her hips for another painful squeeeeeeeeeeze. “I'm just going to work this until you've had enough. Or Merle says you can't take anymore.”
Sanders’ features are twisted in pain, the silvery-bobbed grappler huffing out a pained breath each time Becky flexes the steel bands that pass for her thighs.
“I think I’ve had enough,” the Platinum Pixie grunted. “Of this.”
With her boot soles on the canvas, Kylie pushed into her foe, and while Clayton’s Scissors continued to crush Ky’s midriff from the flanks, the One Woman Army was rolled onto her shoulders for an impromptu…
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TWO…
Clayton’s forced to unhook her vise in order to throw a shoulder off the canvas, her smaller foe tumbling away in the opposite direction.
Both veterans knew the stakes in reaching their feet first. They scrambled for verticality, blonde and brunette reaching it simultaneously. But Clayton brought the heavier ordinance, stepping to the onrushing Pixie with right arm drawn. Bex SLAMMED the bared limb across Kylie’s clavicle, turning the Hawkeye inside out with the massive force of her Clothesline. Sanders backflipped violently, throwing in a twist to raise the degree of difficulty, landing heavily on her chest.
With hazel eyes glazed, the FAWN original pushed to all fours but seemed stuck there as Clayton flexed her right bicep, giving it a smooch to the displeasure of Kylie’s Corps. Becky moved to a standing straddle of Ky’s raised backside, then dipped to wraps her wings around the gulping ivory abdomen of the beloved Iowan.
Displaying her renowned strength, the Peacekeeper tugged a dazed Sanders into the air in front of her, then up to a breathtaking Bear Hug. The brawny brunette cinched the embrace tight. Kylie’s eyes bulged as she bleated raspy exhalations, toe tips stretching for the canvas a couple inches removed.
The Pixie weakly prized at the surrounding arms of the recent former tag champ in a fruitless enterprise.
Showing she had yet more might to illustrate, Clayton shook the lightweight like a rag doll from side to side, Kylie’s body becoming slacker with each passing squeeze and rattle.
“Still not asking.” Bex whispered in Sanders’ ear. “You’ll tell me.”
With Clayton’s nose a little closer to make her verbal point, the veteran took the opportunity to throw her noggin in reverse and slammed the back of her braincase into the bridge of Becky’s beak.
Clayton yelped in pain, releasing the gasping Pixie. She turned away, fingers pressed to her proboscis.
“If you broke my…” Clayton warned in a nasal tone, suggesting Sanders just might have.
“You’ll do something worse?” Ky asked incredulously.
Sanders sent a stomp thrusting forward, finding Clayton’s right knee, and forcing the bigger brunette to genuflect in front of the sweat-soaked PVP. With her foe’s hands occupied, Kylie lifted and wrapped her right leg around the back of Becky’s neck in a modified, leg-centric Front Facelock around the lowered head of the One Woman Army.
The Platinum Pixie quickly laid out, THUMPING Becky’s forehead into the thinly-sheathed floorboards with a Leg-Wrap DDT, eliciting an impressed groan from the Corps.
LEG-WRAP DDT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=fOVfUd0ivcw
An excited buzz was added when Clayton flopped to her back after impact and Sanders climbed aboard, snatching a limp leg and rolling into a Back Press cradle pin for the…
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TWO…
The BFG pushed loose with a second to spare, but the force behind the weakened shove gave Sanders’ supporters reason to believe she’s making an impact against the strapping Camo Crusher.
Sitting beside the downed Army brat, Ky bit her lower lip in disappointment as Clayton jangled her skull to manipulate some of her senses back in place. It’s no easy task for either combatant to rise, but the Hawkeye made it there with plenty to spare and she bullied the wobbling, tardy Destroyer-class combatant to the ropes behind the brunette.
Having snatched a wrist on the trip, Kylie pivoted and heaved Bex on her way across the canvas with an Irish Whip. As the One Woman Army hit the cables for her U-turn, the Pixie’s set up shop mid-ring. Using momentum to move her larger foe, Ky grasped the returning Becky under her arms, then twisted and tossed to send Clayton through an impressive flight courtesy her eye-catching Overhead Belly to Belly Suplex.
OVERHEAD BELLY TO BELLY SUPLEX @ 00:03
www.youtube.com/watch?v=6GXqX8L19ps
Clayton’s spine arched in agony after the ring-rattling landing, a hand absently moving to the base of her spine from the pain. Within a hair’s breadth of the ring’s edge, the Camouflage Crusher staged a hasty retreat, skidding under the bottom rope for some R&R.
Kylie hovered over the departed Becky, palms wrapped around the top cable. When Clayton spent too much time worrying about complaints from the partisan crowd, Sanders dipped into a crouch with the rubber-coated steel tightly within her grip.
The diminutive blonde slingshotted herself over the top, spreading out her body like a flying squirrel at her zenith. She CRASHEED across the unprepared soldier of fortune. Clayton collapsed under the Pleasant Valley Plancha, the One-Woman Army flattened beneath the rising Pixie. Ky pumped her fist toward the FAWNatics. They roared in support of the Hawkeye in return.
Kylie scraped the bigger woman off the arena floor and guided the faltering Bex to the apron’s edge where Kylie lifted Clayton to the canvas and rolled her foe in under the bottom rope.
Sanders took a different route, the blonde strolling to the steps before ascending the ring-post from the outside.
Never the most accomplished high flyer, the blonde nevertheless reached the top with relative ease, finishing in a penthouse stance high above the recovering Becky. As Clayton wearily pushes to her feet, she slowly turned in Sanders’ direction. Off the perch the Pixie flew. Her boot soles led the way as she RAMMED Clayton’s chest with a Missile Dropkick, the Camouflage Crusher sent somersaulting away from the collision, ending splayed on her chest.
Ky kipped to her feet under a rousing ovation. She saluted the Corps, then passed on a pin attempt, instead peeling Clayton off the deck and wrapping her adversary’s noggin in a tight Side Headlock.
At first it seemed as though Sanders was tugging Becky toward a more successful Bulldog than her first try. But as the pair closed in on the ropes for the springboard, Clayton placed her palms on Ky’s hips and the bigger brunette launches the pint-sized Pixie the rest of the way on her own, a wide-eyed Kylie flying solo toward the top cable, where her neck CRASHED across the uppermost strand.
Hotshotted by the BFG, Sanders whiplashed away from the cable, landing harshly on her back, grasping at her reddening throat, and flopping around like a fish out of water, her windpipe struggling to bring in air.
On a knee, the Peacekeeper drew in a few deep breaths. She sank her nails into the silvery-bobbed scalp of the Pixie and tore Ky to her feet. Red-faced but ready, Kylie shoved Clayton back a step and sent Bex through a pirouette with an Enzuiguri to the left temple of the Camo Crusher.
With Clayton staggered, Kylie turned and vaulted to the middle cable behind her. Blindly, she bounded away in a U-turn, spring loaded into a Crossbody flight to Becky, hoping to level the brunette with a Splash. But Sanders underestimated the One-Woman Army, Bex easily catching Kylie across her chest, barely budged, Sanders left squirming futilely in her foe’s grip.
Becky didn't give her prey or the FAWNatics a chance to think about Sanders' misstep, instead she shot up on tiptoes, muscling Kylie to about chin-level in the process. Then she dropped to one knee and whipped the Iowan down so that the small of her back THWHUMPED across the pitiless expanse of the brunette's posted thigh. Ky shuddered in Clayton's grip but she wasn't granted the mercy of release, at least not yet. Indeed, the Peacekeeper rose up with the blonde still strapped to her chest and turned to the opposite side of the squared circle where she promptly delivered her second Backbreaker in perhaps ten seconds. Sanders grimaced and wriggled, the valiant veteran doing her best to either knee or punch her way out of Bex's clutches, but the brunette was not so easily dissuaded. Rising once more, she turned to the hard camera and made a deliberate show of SLAPPING Sanders' vulnerable buns before she crouched down and flung her burden over and back, Kylie tumbling through the air just to THAWHAM down on the deck three quarters of the way across the ring courtesy of that damned Fallaway Slam.
BACKBREAKERS & FALLAWAY SLAM:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=025lGw-cBYw
Sitting up while the deck was still shivering, Clayton brushed some invisible dust off her hands, then spun to one knee to better get a look at the Pleasant Valley Princess. “I don't think I'll ever understand anyone that trashes you as gutless in their promos, Sanders.” Becky muttered as she got to her feet. “I mean, how could they ever think that after you just had the guts to toss me across the ring with an Overhead Belly to Belly?”
Ky didn't answer, which didn't bother Clayton. It certainly didn't stop her from hauling the Lightweight to her feet with a fistful of silvery hair. Trading in the illegal grip for a Bear Hug that was much more dangerous and still well within the confines of the rules, Becky locked her hands and squeeeeeeeeeeezed hard enough to bring the Iowan up on tiptoe. “Yeah, you're no coward, Sanders.” Clayton murmured. “You may be the dumbest chick alive, but you're no coward.”
“Muuuuhhhh...maybe second dumbest.” the blonde huffed as she gouged her elbows against Bex's biceps in an effort to slip the Hug. “After all, I'm not the one who put my faith in Celia Blassenvi—”
Clayton didn't let her finish, rather she got low and popped her hips, one former World Champion taking another up, over and down, Bex landing with every bit of her hundred and thirty-plus pounds THWHAMMING atop Sanders' chest! Kylie bounced to a seat on impact and was immediately hoisted to boot-leather as Clayton hadn't released her Waistlock. Struggling to plant her feet even as Becky swung 'em both around, Sanders managed one good swat to the side of the Camouflage Crusher's noggin before Bex planted her on the thinly-sheathed plywood with another Belly to Belly Suplex! That latest landing crushed out what little oxygen remained in Sanders' lungs, meaning she was little better than a dishrag when the BFG dragged her upright with those finedishly strong hands still locked. Pivoting to ensure she had the most space possible, Bex tromped forward a few steps, then gathered her strength and flung Kylie up and over, the Destroyer releasing her grip at the apex so Sanders soared a great distance en route to THAWHAMMING down flat on her back!
BELLY TO BELLY HAT TRICK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=qKV8R_S1lQQ
Quick to scramble over to her prone prey, Clayton snagged Ky at wrist and ankle and dragged her out of reach of the ropes before dropping down across her chest in a miniature Splash. Far leg hooked tight, the brunette nodded in time with the...
ONE...
TWO...
THRNOOOO!
Kylie powered free with a half second to spare, much to the delight of the Corps! Bex shot an irritated look in Merle's direction, though she stopped short of questioning the count. Settling on a more useful outlet for her anger, she grabbed Sanders by the ears and hauled the Iowan to her feet in stages. Positioned behind the wobbly-legged battler, the One Woman Army switched over to a brawny claw grip on Kylie's shoulders, Bex digging into her opponent's trapezius with white-knuckled ferocity! Beaming with malicious pride as Kylie groaned and started batting at those terrible talons, Clayton kneaded a little harder and murmured, “How's that feel, honeybunch?”
“Like something that's not quite strong enough to make me submit. Makes sense, seeing as how you're not quite strong enough to be a champHHRRRGGGGHH!” Sanders paid a steep price for that brazen sass when Becky muscled her up high enough to swing both of the blonde's legs up and out! Just like that Clayton went down on one knee, the slighted Destroyer THWHUMPING Sanders onto her butt with a modified Atomic Drop that allowed her to put even more pressure on the Shoulder Claw.
SHOULDER CLAW:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=yKAX4Qr-vBY
Up on tiptoe to make the simple hold as hellish as possible, Bex jostled her foe back and forth and hissed. “What was that, you pathetic little sack of nothing?” Ky didn't answer Clayton, though she did waggle a negating finger at Merle when she saw him closing in. Once that was settled she grabbed hold of the brunette's wrists and pulled as hard as she could! The hellish gouging eased ever so slightly and Sanders dared hope she might prize those claws loose, alas the Peacekeeper brought her back to reality by going up on tiptoe, then dropping to one knee, Clayton just THUMPING the bony joint between her foe's shoulders! “Better change tactics or I'm gonna start ripping you apart piece by piece.” Becky muttered as the callous clawing continued. “You're not going to overpower me, understand? Trying to brute force your way out of this is a great way to wind up in the hospitrrrggghhh!”
Since targeting Clayton's wrists yielded no results, Kylie reached back with both hands and helped herself to the brunette's braid! Merle clucked disapproval and voiced a warning but Bex only snorted in amusement. “Pull then, you little shit. Pull as hard as you can and see if it gets you anywh--” Cheers from the crowd when Sanders planted her feet and rose from her seat in an awkward bridge! It didn't free her from the Shoulder Claw but it did force Becky to rise alongside the blonde if she wanted to maintain the painful grip. Abandoning the hair-hold so she could lock her hands across the nape of Clayton's neck. Then she tucked her chin against her chest and surged backward, Kylie wedging her noggin beneath the BFG's jaw even as she shot up on tiptoe and—“NNNGGGGHH!”
Becky, who'd felt Lily Burlingame slip out of her grasp more times than she'd care to admit, halved her grip on the resilient Iowan so she could SLAM a right hook home just above Sanders' hip! Kylie's knees turned to water and she would've crashed to the mat if Clayton hadn't held her up just long enough to switch over to a burly Full Nelson. Yanking Sanders this way and that simply because she could, the Camouflage Crusher hefted Ky high into the air, then broke the Nelson and pressed her right hand to the blonde's chest to put even more 'oooommmph' on the descent that THWHAMMED her into the canvas!
FULL NELSON SLAM:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=xdTZLzkMBy8
The Platinum Pixie bounced to a seat only to get stretched out flat on her back once Clayton dropped to her knees and palmed both shoulders. No lackidasical effort now, Bex cradled the far leg with extreme prejudice while also grrrrrrrrrrriiiiiiiiiinding the bony ridge of her forearm against Sanders' jaw. Heartbeats later and Merle swooped down beside the action to lead the FAWNatics in counting off...
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THRENOOOOOOOO!
Relief from the Corps and disbelief from the Destroyer when Kylie inched her shoulder off the deck at the last instant! Making no effort to keep the irritation from her features as she set Sanders on her feet thanks to a double handful of silver blonde locks, Clayton took Ky's chin between thumb and forefinger so she could force scathing eye contact. “You really think Dream is going to appreciate you taking this beating?” the One Woman Army asked. “After everything she's put you through? That bitch ERADICATED lines I wouldn't even think of crossing, yet here you are lifting a shoulder off the mat when this could've been over ten minutes ag—”
Uproarious delight from those assembled when Kylie's right hand came up and across for a quick, hard slap that paintbrushed her opponent's mouth! “How I make peace with Dream is my problem, soldier.” the Platinum Pixie huffed. “Tonight? Tonight's all about showing everyone that bullies always get what's coming to OOOOFFFHHH!”
Clayton spiked the blonde's gut with a quick Kneelift, then stuffed Ky's noggin between her thighs in a Standing Headscissors. Hands flattened into paddles, Bex got some whistles from the crowd when she swatted Sanders' buns a few times, alas anyone hoping for some Bittersweet Camouflage was sorely disappointed when the BFG flipped the crowd off rather than continue her performance! From there she wrapped both arms around Sanders' waist and easily lifted / flipped her up onto her shoulders for a Powerbo—NO! Kylie's hands found Bex's braid a second time, only now she slipped her legs clear of the Destroyer's shoulders and dropped to her butt to THWHONK Clayton's forehead against the mat courtesy a Sit-Out Facebuster from deep in left field!
SIT-OUT FACEBUSTER @ 00:14
www.youtube.com/watch?v=EM5swc4VZYI
Sanders had hoped to at least try for a cover so she was sorely disappointed when Becky bounced up like the mat was electrified, though she was visibly heartened by the unsteady lope Clayton showed in staggering over to the ropes. Feeling even better after the BFG dropped to one knee with her forehead resting against the second strand. Back on her feet shortly thereafter, the PVP muttered, “Third time's the charm, brat.” then she rushed across the canvas and snapped a quick Soccer Kick into the underside of the middle rope to send it TWANGING across Becky's eyes! The Destroyer stood up with a startled cry only to get doubled over when Kylie hopped up and clamped on a Side Headlock. Hop-stamping in place to make sure her grip was sunk in deep, Sanders leapt straight up, braced both feet against the top rope, then pushed off and swung around, the FAWN OG dropping to her tush to finally THWHAM Clayton's skull into the mat with the Springboard Bulldog!
SPRINGBOARD BULLDOG:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=13MXam3PmiM
A kneeling Kylie reached across the splayed frame of the face-down Peacekeeper. She rolled the brunette’s flaccid body to her foe’s back by pulling Clayton toward her. The Platinum Pixie dropped across the spasming physique of the One-Woman Army, hooking the far leg when a Lateral Press was secure for the…
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Bex kicked loose with authority, pushing Sanders up to her haunches. Ky’s chin dropped to her chest, the Iowan flabbergasted by the power remaining in Blassenville’s muscle.
“Good lord.” Ky mumbled to herself.
“Close.” Clayton responds softly, the brunette’s eyes blinking wide, the BFG trying to slot her senses fully into place after the near concussive blow to her cranium.
Sanders shook off the disappointment, shoving the weathered Camouflage Crusher to her chest. The Hawkeye mounted the brunette’s lower vertebrae in a backward-facing straddle. Kylie raised her right hand high, forming it into a claw. Instantly the Corps responds, loud and clear.
“FARM…HAND!” they shouted in unison.
Ky sank the curled digits DEEP into the back of Clayton’s meaty left thigh, carefully driving the tines home just under the curve of Becky’s gluteus. The expert Hammy Clamp applied by its foremost purveyor, Kylie chewed into the nerve bundle within the muscles of Bex’s hamstrings.
Up top, Clayton propped on her elbows, sending both sets of digits digging into her scalp to spread the pain, the One-Woman Army biting her lower lip to stifle her mewls as the Hawkeye worked her infamous submission.
Merle dropped to his chest in front of the brawny brunette.
“Whaddya say, Becky?”
Clayton responds not verbally but with a swipe that missed the ref’s nose by no more than an inch.
Merle rightfully interprets this as a ‘no’, the man scrambling to his feet and fashioning a ‘safe sign’ to show Clayton’s refusal to surrender.
Kylie persisted with her puncturing stilettoes until Becky’s left leg began to shudder involuntarily.
Still, the Peacekeeper refused to yield.
“You know where I could move this claw next if I wanted?” Sanders asked none too sweetly. “For you, I’ll make an exception and gouge your camouflaged kitty.”
Compelled to increase her struggle by the threat from the Pixie, Clayton dragged her frame toward the ropes in front of her ever so slowly, finally wrapping a palm around the bottom strand.
“Release!” Merle demands. “C’mon Kylie.”
No loosening of the fingers was forthcoming and only at the official’s count of 'FOUR!' did a sweat-soaked Sanders relent, dismount, and push to her feet, stepping back a foot or two as a grimacing Bex hugged the rubber-coated steel and slowly used the cables to pull to her feet.
The Destroyer-class badass limped away from the safety of the ropes, wanting to show as little hurt as possible, but it’s clear she’s leaking oil from the Hammy Clamp, hobbling in retreat from the pursuing blonde.
Halting center stage, Becky raised an extended palm high, offering a Test of Strength against the smaller Pixie. Kylie shook her head. Smirk firmly placed, though if ever there's a time to take on this task it’s with Becky on one wheel.
“Come on ya lil shit,” the Peacekeeper encouraged, and Ky’s flexing right set of digits rose toward Clayton’s left, lacing with the brunette’s. The women flexed against each other, Kylie holding her own with the help of the still tentative base of the One-Woman Army.
The opposite hands slowly moved toward linkage when the FAWN original pivoted and drove a raised knee into the chiseled solar plexus of the Army brat.
Despite the taut tummy of the Camo Crusher, Ky’s bony cap delves into Becky’s abs, doubling over Clayton with a gasp. Shaking free of the BFG’s fastened digits, the Hawkeye slipped around to Becky’s six o’clock and wrapped her arms around the midriff of her stooped foe.
With one ‘dead leg’ still debilitating the bigger brunette, Sanders showed she’s got some force of her own. Practiced in the art of the German, Ky used her decades of know-how and perfect form to lift Becky off the canvas and THUMP her down on the back of her skull and shoulders with a perfect Release version of her renowned Suplex.
RELEASE GERMAN SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=u9AR1xX5rXg
The ring-rattling landing left Bex perfectly jackknifed, Clayton’s legs bracketing her head, ass pointed to the rafters. A huffing Kylie scrambles to the pre-made pin, finding a seat atop the back of Becky’s stems then leaning forward to her palms with a Gator Clutch pin.
GATOR CLUTCH @ 00:05
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Uc1CzcZvhDA
The roaring crowd counted along with Merle’s slaps of the canvas for the…
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOO!
The shuddering legs of the One-Woman Army found a last burst of energy and Bex bucked the Platinum Pixie off, Kylie lurching forward, ending on her haunches. Ky swept both sets of fingers through her silvery bob, in disbelief that Becky’s fended off defeat yet again.
Perhaps realizing there’s only one way to stop the heinous hardbody, the diminutive Sanders steeled herself to finish off Clayton before peeling a weary Bex off the canvas. The Pixie THUMPED a toe kick deep into Becky’s belly, keeping her foe frozen in a doubled position as Ky drew in a couple deep breaths.
The Pleasant Valley Princess dipped an arm and slipped it between Clayton’s weakened stems. Somehow, Kylie ‘hupped’ the bigger woman across her shoulders, Sanders nearly collapsing from the strain but finally securing the wriggling One-Woman Army in place with a Fireman’s Carry, ready to deliver perhaps the most thunderous Pleasant Valley Driver of all time.
Pleasant Valley Driver @ 00:14
www.youtube.com/watch?v=96YGwFdN9K8
But before Kylie could deliver Clayton to a calamitous collision with the canvas, piston-like elbow shots from Becky chugged into the Pixie’s left temple until the veteran’s arms gave out and Bex slid out the back door, landing behind Ky.
The battered Bex faltered to her knees, seemingly losing the initiative as soon as she’s found it. But this vile version of the Camouflage Crusher wasn't above turning the tide in the cruelest way possible, swinging a forearm Uppercut between the slender, ivory-skinned thighs of the Pixie.
The crowd groaned in sympathy as Kylie rose to tiptoes, her face contorted in agony, body awash in pain from the waves emanating from her crotch.
“You mentioned Pandora’s Box.” Clayton huffed. “I just opened it first.”
The Peacekeeper (now Crotch Crusher) removed her offending arm to a stern gaze from Merle.
But this being FAWN, he only shook his head in disappointment.
Slowly rising to her feet, Becky surges past the frozen Pixie on her way to the ropes in front of the PVP. Rebounding out of the cables, Clayton approaches max velocity and lifted a tree trunk of a right leg, nearly removing Kylie’s head from her shoulders with the biggest of Big Boots. Sanders was sent to the thinly sheathed floorboards, her back banging against the deck at warp speed, seemingly left in an unconscious sprawl.
BIG ARMY BOOT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=s7t5m-Yhvg4
Clayton slid to a stop with a shit-eating grin firmly plastered across her face, knowing she’s sent Sanders into next week with that high caliber ordinance. She turned to find the wreckage, Ky in a wide spreadeagle, hazel eyes glazed, the faintest of twitches before falling motionless.
The Peacekeeper brushes her hands together, making clear tonight’s job is all but done.
Of course to actually finish the job would require a bit more effort from that domineering boot, thankfully Clayton was more than happy to stroll back to Sanders and set it atop the swell of her chest while Merle counted...
ONE...
TWO...
THRENOOOOOOOO!
Kylie swatted the encroaching footwear aside and rolled onto her side, an act of defiance that earned a loud roar from the Corps section of the capacity crowd. Alas, Bex didn't appreciate the resistance nearly as much so she clamped down on shoulder and hip to return the blonde to her back. A whistling overhand SLAP to Sanders' tummy stymied any other escape efforts she might've had in mind and ensured Clayton had more than enough time to hop straight up and kick both legs out at hip level. Gravity brought her down immediately thereafter, the brunette THWHUMPING the back of her right thigh across Kylie's throat in a Leg Drop that was far more sadistic than Sensational.
The gammy guillotine landed with enough force to pop Sanders' stems up in the air, but Clayton swatted them down rather than collect them for a cover. Back on her feet in the next instant, the BFG made a few careful measurements, then cocked her right arm up and back, all the better to plant the bony joint in Ky's sternum! More shuddering from the blonde and another passed pin attempt, though Clayton did take the opportunity to SLAP her fellow former World Champion's tummy once again. Then she was up, up, and away, Bex crunching in on herself only stretch out full length a heartbeat before she THAWHAMMED down on Kylie's chest with a huge Standing Frog Splash!
Third time proved the charm for Clayton catching Sanders' legs, the big brunette snagging both just to bundle 'em up in a Back Press when she rolled over and pointed Kylie's cheeks into the rafters for...
ONE...
TWO...
THRENOOOOOOOO!
The Pleasant Valley Princess shot a shoulder off the deck to keep herself in the fight for at least another three seconds! Clayton sighed and shook her head in disgust, the Destroyer clearly not appreciating the blonde's never say die attitude. “All right, short-stuff. You want to show these idiots you're still as dumb as you were back when they cheered you the first time? Then let's see just how many times I can put you through this ring.”
Palming Sanders' ears in both hands, Bex made a point to twisssssssssst as she got to her feet and forced the smaller wrestler to do the sam—Sanders caught a double handful of hair and shot up on tiptoe even as she stuffed her head beneath Clayton's chin! In the next instant she sprang up and came down on her knees to rattle Becky's bicuspids with a blink and you'll miss it Jawbreaker!
The Peacekeeper reeled back on her heels and threw a loopy Haymaker in Kylie's direction, an effort the Iowan easily avoided en route to running the ropes behind her stunned adversary. Not so out of it that she couldn't follow Sanders' progress, Clayton whipped around and clocked Ky closing fast so she exploded forward with another Big Army Boo—NO! Sanders dipped under the decapitating strike and continued to the opposite set of strands where upon reaching she hopped up and twisted around so that her butt was resting against the top rope and her feet were braced against the middle. Holding that position just until Clayton turned around, Sanders pushed off with everything she had left and earned a cacophonous cry from the FAWNatics when she BURIED her left shoulder in the pit of Becky's stomach!
SPRINGBOARD SPEAR:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=2WVRpJbvp-M
The One Woman Army went down hard on the back of her head and shoulders, the power of Sanders' Slingshot Spear folding her up long enough for the Pixie to catch the far leg in a Back Press good enough for...
ONE...
TWO...
THRENOOOOOOOO!
Clayton kicked out, sat up, and promptly flopped to one side with both arms strapped tight across her punctured midsection!
“LET'S FREAKIN' GO!” A galvanized Sanders bellowed to the multitude after slamming her palms against the mat once, twice, three times. Filling her hands with Bex's braid long before she got to her feet, Kylie hoisted the brunette to verticality, then let loose and dipped a shoulder so she could hook that arm through Clayton's stems for a Fireman's Carr—Becky dug in her heels, then crooked her right arm into a tire-iron and THWHAPPED it across the blonde's lower back! Kylie groaned, crumpled to one knee, then pushed up and stumbled away with Clayton's voice ringing in her ears.
“See that, Sanders? That's why you're still a punk after two decades! When push comes to shove you ALWAYS turn tail and ru—THWHACK!
The PVP pivoted around on her left foot and hopped forward to staple her right foot to Becky's chin with a Super Kick! Bex's arms pinwheeled wildly but she didn't actually go down until Kylie snatched a couple fistfuls of hair and reeled her into a Standing Headscissors. After a moment's thought she turned toward the hard camera and winked.
“Hey Lis, this one's for you.”
Flattening her hands into paddles, she raised 'em overhead and brought 'em down twice as fast, the blonde's beat far heavier on the sweet than the bitter even when she was making Clayton's callipygian camouflage jounce and dance! The next ten seconds were some of the most delightful the Corps had experienced in a very long time and proved quite the marked contrast to what happened next. One minute Ky was leading the Pleasant Valley Symphony in a rousing rendition of the Bittersweet Symphony, the next Becky was standing up straight with her arms hooked around Sanders' knees while the startled blonde was draped down her back like a ca—Clayton snapped forward and down, the brunette doubling over to put all her considerable strength into the Alabama Slam that THWHAMMED Kylie down on the back of her head and shoulders!
ALABAMA SLAM:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=l-EoavIyfV4
The Platinum Pixie bounced to a seat and stayed there, though the vacant look in her eyes suggested Becky could've knocked her over with a nudge if she'd been of the mind. But Clayton wasn't of the mind, indeed she hadn't really moved after splattering the Iowan against the deck. Eventually she nodded, as if coming to a decision.
“So you want to make dedications to that fucking psychopath.” she told the seated blonde. “Well so do I. This one really belongs to her, but you can hold onto it for now.”
Hooking her left thumb into her right elbow-pad, she pulled the protective gear down and tossed it into Sanders' lap. From there she turned on one heel and raced into the ropes to the blonde's left. Give the FAWNatics credit, they roared at the top of their lungs in a valiant effort to rouse Sanders from her stupor, alas she was still swooning when Clayton flew in low and DRILLED the point of her bare elbow into Sanders' cheek!
MOAB:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=9gFYUl1n_js
Ky slopped onto her side in a pretty platinum puddle, one that might've spread a great deal farther if Bex hadn't hooked her by the shoulder-straps and muscled her to verticality while the crowd was still cringing over the awful impact. Sanders might've been dead to the world after enduring the MOAB, but you never would've known it from the urgency Clayton put into scooping the smaller wrestler up onto the point of her right shoulder. From there she clamped down on Kylie's biceps and hoisted her high into the air in a sort of face-first Crucifix lift that could only mean one thing. Whipping around so the both of 'em were facing the hard camera, the Peacekeeper stared straight through it to the perfection she knew watched somewhere on the other side and exclaimed, “Hey Dream. This chick I'm currently holding over my head? She's better than you'll ever be. I want you remember that going forward.”
The demand was barely out of her mouth when she dipped slightly and tossed Sanders straight up! The ascent wasn't much, but still more than enough for Clayton to switch over to a Three Quarters Facelock and lay out on her back to THAWHAM the Pleasant Valley Princess down flat on her face, chest and tummy! Normally the SNAFU bounced its victim onto her back, but tonight Sanders remained face-down in a dreadful sprawl until Becky shot the Half Nelson and rolled her onto her back. Sliding in at a bit of an angle, she seized Sanders' wrists and pinned them high overhead while pressing her chest down on the blonde's insensate curves through a count of...
SNAFU:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=fVO2lW92ozk
ONE...
TWO...
THREE!
The Camouflage Crusher pushed to one knee as soon as the bell sounded, though the careful observer didn't miss the possessive hand she placed on Kylie's chest before the Announcer proclaimed the obvious to the world. “Ladies and gentlemen, your winner via pin-fall... BECKY CLAYTON!”
Bex rose along with the sound of her name, the swiftness of her movement causing Merle to step forward in case the former World Champion had some more ill will on her mind. Clayton saw this, snorted and extended her hand. “Make it official, nerd.” The ref did, being careful to draw his victorious charge away from the exhausted Iowan. Bex didn't argue, her attention was once again honed in on the nearest camera. “She got off easy, Dream. You? Not nearly so lucky. Same goes for that little blonde mascot, if you're dumb enough to let her get in my way. You wouldn't do that, would you, Li—what am I saying, of COURSE you would. There's no depth to which you won't gleefully sink. Wear all the white you want, Dream. You'll be wearing red again by the time I'm finished.”
With that she turned around and stormed out of the ring, Clayton leaving nothing more than the echo of her words and the wreckage of Kylie Sanders as evidence of her presence.