The Wrecking Crew vs. The Booty and The Cutie

The arena darkens as the familiar guitar riff of "You've Got Another Thing Comin'" blares through the speakers, drowning out the cheers and replacing them with a chorus of boos. A spotlight pierces the darkness, illuminating the menacing figures of The Wrecking Crew as they emerge from behind the curtains. Suddenly, the titantron bursts to life, showcasing the devastation wrought by Maddy Mayhem and Rebecca Ravage in their wake with The Miracles added to their playback.



A blinding spotlight illuminates the duo, casting sharp shadows that dance across the arena floor. Seizure-inducing strobe lights flicker erratically, mirroring the chaos that Maddy and Rebecca are known to unleash in the ring.



"Introducing their opponents, weighing in at a combined two-hundred and forty-nine pounds, the relentless purveyors of destruction: MADDY MAYHEM AND REBECCA RAVAGE, THE WRECKING CREW!"



Maddy strides forward with Batsy, her trusty baseball bat, slung menacingly over her shoulder. Dressed in a red vinyl studded bra and boy shorts, adorned with ominous black-red paddings and boots, she exudes an aura of unbridled aggression. Beside her, Rebecca exudes a silent menace, her purple bra and black tights serving as a stark contrast to her partner's fiery attire. The RR insignia on her boots glints ominously, a warning to all who dare to stand in their path.



MADDY MAYHEM





REBECCA RAVAGE





As they approach the ring, Maddy and Rebecca move with calculated purpose, their eyes fixed on the crowd with unwavering intensity. The air crackles with anticipation, the audience holding its collective breath as The Wrecking Crew prepares to unleash their fury upon anyone foolish enough to stand in their way.



With a final flourish, Maddy hoists Batsy high above her head, a silent declaration of their intent to leave a trail of destruction in their wake. The crowd erupts into a chorus of boos and jeers, but The Wrecking Crew remains unfazed, ready to assert their dominance again.



As Maddy and Rebecca stand in their corner, awaiting the start of the match, they engage in a playful yet contrasting exchange.



Maddy, with a mischievous grin plastered on her face, nudges Rebecca's arm and whispers, "Hey, Rebby, think we should let them win this time? Give 'em a fighting chance?"



Rebecca, her expression stern and focused, rolls her eyes at Maddy's antics. "Don't be ridiculous, Maddy. We're here to dominate, not to play games."



Maddy chuckles, twirling a lock of her hair around her finger. "Oh, come on, where's your sense of humor? We could let them think they have a chance, then BAM! Crush their hopes and dreams!"



Rebecca sighs, shaking her head in amusement. "You never change, Maddy. Always looking for a laugh, even in the midst of battle."



Maddy grins confidently. "Don't worry, Beck, I've got a brilliant plan."



Rebecca raises an eyebrow skeptically. "Really? What's the plan?"



Maddy shrugs. "Well, it's not exactly there... but I'll think of something on the fly. That's half the fun, right?"



Rebecca sighs, knowing Maddy's penchant for improvisation. "Don't fuck it up, asshole."



Maddy winks. "No promises."



In the Gorilla position, Kylie’s at the ready and mentally preparing for the match ahead. Or trying to at least. Cassava’s giving her a VERY enthusiastic shoulder massage and saying encouraging things in her ear. “We’re gonna crush them, it’s gonna be the match of the night. And then we’re taking the Tag Titles, and then you’re taking the World title, and then Emily West is gonna come out of retirement and challenge us to a Three-way Penthouse fight…”



“Cass,” Kylie politely interrupts as she gently removes the TV champ’s hands off her body, they’ve been dipping closer and closer to her bust with each rub. “Think you’re starting to get off track. Let’s focus on tonight.”



Cassava nods intently, “You’re right. Sorry. I’m just so excited!”



Onika breaks into a big smile and wraps Sanders in the tightest hug. The platinum blonde groans feeling her breasts mushroom against her young partner’s larger rack, The Superfan’s turgid nipples flicking off and bullying her own. “I can tell…”



The opening notes of Sanders’ theme begin to play. She pats Onika on the back, “Game time, honey. Save the bearhugs for the ring.”



The dyed blonde breaks the bosomy hold and pumps her fist, “You’re right, let’s do this!”



www.youtube.com/watch?v=tMfXeuv4kZE



Sixpence None The Richer’s ‘There She Goes’ sweeps through the arena, signaling Kylie’s and Cassava’s combined Corps to jump to their feet and scream their lungs out!



Ky and Cassava push through the curtains and move to center stage, reveling in and playing to the crowd. Their volume proves Kylie might have more collective love being sent in her direction than even her celebrated Girl Scout days, and Cassava’s fanbase may not be far behind. The silvery-bobbed, elfin beauty and the dyed-blonde curvaceous cutie pump fists and then hips, Kylie stumbles off balance and almost falls over due to Cassava’s heavier artillery and has to windmill her arms to save herself. The Superchamp’s extremely apologetic but Sanders waves the moment off, “I should’ve known better.” And they set off to face their chaos-inducing opponents.



Drawing on the echoes of her original gear, but slightly altered to go more in with the black instead of the gold, Sanders dons a black sports bra topside with black boy-cut shorts. Both the top and bottom are trimmed in yellow-gold. Black boots and pads finish the ensemble.



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KYLIE SANDERS





On her way to the ring, Cassava pauses for a quick twerk with a group of fans wearing shirts featuring different members of the Sinclair family. Sanders scrunches her face to stifle a giggle as booty battler calls out, “This is just like a fanfic I wrote.” The host of FAWN Finds is dressed for battle in a white tank top that shows a hint of her belly button, a red bra is visible through the thin fabric that's barely keeping her F Cup breasts from flashing the fans as she bounces her Buns of Mass Destruction. On her wide hips are a pair of pink booty shorts that seemed painted on and a size too small for the ass that breaks hearts and faces. She chooses to wrestle in bare feet like her hero Kylie Sanders once did, that worship clearly bleeding into her wardrobe and choice of hair dye (blonde with pink highlights).



CASSAVA ONIKA





A beaming Sanders and Onika walk the aisle, happy to slap hands with their fans, enjoying the chants of ‘KY-LEE’ and ‘CAS-SA-VA’. At the base of the ramp, Cassava skips ahead and bounds up the steel steps to sit on the middle strand, pushing up the top, making a gap for Sanders to step through. As she does, the former Vanilla Chill pats Cassava on the back, the slight touch from her obsession makes The Superfan break out in gooseflesh.



Kylie sees the announcer take a different set of info cards from his jacket and realizes their intro wasn’t said. She lets out a resigned breath and mutters, ”I knew this would happen…”



“From Pleasant Valley, Iowa… She stands five feet, two inches tall, and weighs in tonight at one hundred twenty-five pounds… She is the woman of 1,000 Hip attacks. The first, current, and only Buns of Mass Destruction Champion, and the Television Champion, Cassava Onika!!”



When the announcer begins to read Kylie’s card Cassava closes her eyes in contentment and mouths the words silently.



“Her partner tonight; a former Television champion. Former Lightweight champion. Former two-time Tag team champion, uncrowned in her first run due to interference by envious management. Former Intercontinental champion. Former Wwooorrrld Chaampioonnn!!!” The announcer really puts some jazz on the high point of Kylie’s, or what would be any wrestler’s career. The Platinum Pixie grins at the adulation but kicks lightly at the canvas in embarrassment. She lowers and shakes her head. “How does she not get tired of this?"



The announcer continues, “She holds the FAWN record for most matches and wins. The top merchandise mover for multiple years. A FAWN Wrestler of the Year. Has been on the cover of Gladiatrix over 20 times. She has a Bachelor’s Degree from the University of Iowa. Has beaten Emily West more times than anyone else in history. She brushes three times a day...”



Meanwhile, the Wrecking Crew is champing at the bit to get at their adorable opponents, but the announcer’s taking SOOOOOOO LONG…. Rebecca’s pacing back and forth with wild eyes and breathing heavily through her nose. Maddy’s kicking and stomping the bottom cable looking like a child having a tantrum, Grunting with each beat of the rope, “Shut! Up! Shut Up!” The Crew’s being driven close to madness, closer than they usually are anyway, by his ceaseless prattling!



“She has a holiday named after her in Pleasant Valley. A future Hall of Famer. Has outsold Bethany Christian in merch sales seventeen years in a row. Won Match of the Year on three occasions. Her best friend is from Nnnnnice, France! A goddess of the harvest. The cream in your coffee. The Ace in the deck. The perfect medium between cute and sexy. A cold scoop of Vanilla on a hot day. The Platinum Pixie, Kylie Sanders!”



“Together they are… THE BOOTY and THE CUTIE!!”



At the obvious moniker for The BMD champion, Cassava turns away from the rival team and felicitously, arguably flirtatiously, bends down touching her toes and lightly wiggles her hips.



Ravage finds the target too tempting to resist and parts those cheeks with a full-swing soccer kick! Cassava drops abruptly on her face and turns onto her side clutching her bruised booty and wincing at the surprised attack.



Ravage is pointing down at the Youtuber laughing like a hyena until Kylie puts the New Yorker on her ass with a Forearm Shiver to the jaw, then Maddy comes in like an angry bully and chests up Kylie “Cheap-shotting shortie!”



Cassava’s not about to let anyone talk to her idol like that, so she bolts up and shoves Maddy away ready to tear her apart for that slander “Watch your mouth, Bitch!” The two start butting heads and hurling expletives at each other. Ravage is back up and barges in to defend her soul sister leading to Kylie getting into the fray, this match has devolved into a four-person brawl before the bell has even rung. The official earns himself a raise by butting into the center of this mini-riot and ordering everyone to go to their corners.



The official finally manages to restore order, his stern voice cutting through the chaos as he points to each corner, forcing the wrestlers to retreat. The crowd buzzes with anticipation, eager for the official start of the match.



Maddy Mayhem and Rebecca Ravage, seething with barely restrained aggression, glare across the ring at Kylie Sanders and Cassava Onika, who are equally fired up. The referee signals for the bell, and the match is officially underway.



Cassava, still smarting from Ravage's cheap shot, steps forward to start for her team. Ravage meets her in the center of the ring, the two locking up in a fierce collar-and-elbow tie-up. The active wrestlers jockey for position, each pushing and straining to gain control.

Leveraging her impressive lower body strength, Cassava swiftly gains the upper hand, driving Ravage back into the ropes. The referee steps in to break them apart and, as he does, Ravage takes the opportunity to deliver a quick, stinging slap to Cassava's face.



Cassava's head snaps to the side, her eyes narrowing as she glares at Ravage. "Is that the best you've got?" Cassava taunts, her voice laced with defiance.



Ravage smirks, her eyes gleaming with malice. "Oh, I've got plenty more where that came from," she retorts, shoving Cassava back.

Cassava's eyes blaze with fury as she ducks under an incoming haymaker and responds with a series of rapid-fire forearm smashes, driving Ravage back into the ropes. With a fierce whip, Cassava sends Ravage flying across the ring and sets her up for a Hip Attack.

The Brooklynite sees the offense coming and swiftly slides under the former TV champion, avoiding the impact.



Rebecca pops back up to her feet, catching Cassava off guard, and drives a forearm into her chest, stunning her. Cassava staggers back, clutching her chest.



Rebecca sneers, "You thought you could take me down that easily?"



Cassava recovers quickly, her eyes locking onto Rebecca with renewed determination. "You haven't seen anything yet," she retorts, stepping forward with fists raised.



Rebecca scoffs, "Bring it, Bitch! Let's see if you can keep up."

Ravage cuts Onika's offense off with a swift boot to the mid-section, doubling her over. Seizing the opportunity, Ravage tucks Cassava into a front facelock and, with a powerful snap motion, tosses her backwards in a crisp suplex. Without missing a beat, Ravage floats over, transitioning seamlessly into a pinning position. She hooks Cassava's leg and presses down hard, the referee dropping to the mat to count.

Snap Suplex (https://youtu.be/F27TteirBWo?si=gEXEpQB8nSLMXmJY)

ONE!

Cassava kicks out at one! Ravage snarls, frustrated but undeterred. She pulls Cassava back to her feet, ready to continue the onslaught.

"You’re tougher than you look, Onika," Ravage growls, tightening her grip on Cassava's arm.



Cassava, still reeling from the suplex, glares up at Ravage. "And you're just as dirty as they say," she retorts, a defiant smirk forming on her lips despite the pain.

Ravage pulls Cassava away from her home territory, trying to isolate her from her partner. She wrenches Cassava's arm, dragging her towards The Wrecking Crew's corner. Reaching out, Ravage tags Maddy into the fray. With a wicked grin, Ravage keeps Cassava's obliques exposed, holding her in place.



Maddy steps through the ropes and immediately delivers a series of stiff kicks to Cassava's exposed side, each blow landing with a resounding thud. Cassava grimaces, her body jerking with each impact.



"How's that feel, Onika?" Maddy taunts, landing another vicious kick.



Cassava gasps but doesn't back down. "I've felt worse," she spits out defiantly.



Ravage finally releases Cassava, and Maddy takes over. The Mistress of Mayhem pulls Cassava along the ropes before whipping her down the middle of the ring. Maddy attempts a clothesline, but Cassava ducks under it, continuing her momentum as she hits the ropes behind Maddy. Spinning around, Maddy tries to take Cassava down with a back elbow, but Cassava dodges again, using the missed move to gather even more speed.



With the crowd roaring in anticipation, Cassava rebounds off the ropes and launches herself at Maddy, driving her hips into Maddy's face with a perfectly executed Rear View! The impact sends Maddy crashing to the mat, dazed and stunned.

Hip Attack (https://youtu.be/8594Rb5miOs?si=SMA3RzlVAUUCbHcF)



Cassava quickly scrambles for cover, hooking Maddy's leg as the referee drops to the mat.



"One... two..."



Before the referee can count to three, Ravage charges into the ring, aiming to break up the pin. However, Maddy manages to kick out on her own, breaking the count at two. The referee signals the near fall, and the crowd erupts in a mix of cheers and groans, the tension palpable.



Cassava, not wasting a moment, gets to her feet and glares at Maddy, who is already pushing herself up. Ravage retreats back to her corner, frustrated but ready to intervene if necessary.



"Nice try, Mayhem," Cassava taunts, brushing off the close call. "But I'm not going down that easy."



Maddy snarls, wiping sweat from her brow. "Neither am I, Onika. You're in for a world of hurt."

Cassava and Maddy circle each other, the atmosphere electric. Cassava darts forward, attempting to grab Maddy, but Maddy side steps and delivers a sharp knee to Cassava's midsection.

She grabs Cassava in a side waistlock, effortlessly hauling her into the air and slamming her back first into the canvas with a thunderous Back Suplex. The impact echoes through the arena, and Cassava arches in pain, clutching her back.

Back Suplex (https://youtu.be/8594Rb5miOs?si=SMA3RzlVAUUCbHcF)



Instead of going for the cover, Maddy's eyes narrow with malicious intent. She spots Kylie Sanders on the apron, shouting encouragement to her partner. With a burst of speed, The Lunatic charges towards Sanders, leaping up and delivering a vicious forearm that knocks Kylie off the apron, crashing to the floor below.



The crowd boos loudly, their anger directed at Maddy's underhanded tactics. Maddy turns back to Cassava, a twisted grin on her face. "Your little friend's not gonna save you now," she taunts, stalking towards the downed Cassava.



Cassava, still reeling from the Back Suplex, tries to push herself up, but Maddy is relentless. She stomps on Cassava's back, driving her down to the mat again. Maddy then grabs Cassava by the hair, yanking her to her feet. With a swift motion, she whips Cassava into The Wrecking Crew's corner, where Ravage is waiting.



When Maddy slams into the dazed Cassava with a splash, Ravage tags herself in on Maddy’s shoulder, enters, and together the Wrecking Crew immediately start working together, pounding on Cassava with brutal, synchronized strikes. Each blow lands with precision, driving the breath from Cassava's lungs and further weakening her.



On the outside, Kylie slowly gets to her feet, shaking off the shock from the forearm smash.

She looks up to see her partner in trouble and tries to rush in to help, but the referee quickly intervenes, stepping in her path and ushering her back to her corner. This distraction allows The Wrecking Crew to prolong their double-team assault on Cassava, capitalizing on the referee's preoccupation.



Ravage and Maddy take full advantage, Ravage holding Cassava in place while Maddy delivers a series of punishing kicks to her foe’s midsection. Cassava grits her teeth, trying to endure the onslaught, but the relentless assault is taking its toll, each blast doubling her over more, dark eyes wide as forced exhales burst between her lips.

Desperate for an escape, Cassava blindly throws an elbow behind her. It finds Mayhem’s jaw, knocking the blonde off her. Loose from one of the Crew, the Milk Chocolate Mauler swings a clothesline at Ravage, but Rebecca nimbly ducks beneath. The Superfan spins through a pirouette from the swing and miss.

Ending behind Onika, Ravage scoops one arm under one of Cassava’s infamous glutes, the other wraps around her foe’s waist. She then plucks Onika off the canvas. Surging forward a step or two with her target, the Brooklyn Brawler drops to one knee and dissects the Bootie’s thighs with a vicious Atomic Drop.

Atomic Drop ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=7edAGvHvXTw )

A grimacing Onika bounces away from the impact against her womanhood, hands thrusting between her legs to moderate the pain emerging from her crotch. She staggers bow-legged in a circle, coming back to a waiting Rebecca, who thrusts a toe kick deep into the bruised tummy of Cassava, doubling the Television Champ at the waist.

Wrapping a front facelock around the lowered head of the groaning Onika, Ravage lays out and sends Cassava’s cranium into the thinly sheathed floorboards with a textbook DDT. The Impact on the crown of the Iowan’s noggin sends her tumbling in a front flip to her back, Cassava ending in a dazed spreadeagle, gazing blankly to the rafters.

Seated next to her foe, Rebecca dives across the curvy, splayed frame of her opponent in a lateral press. She hooks the far leg for the…

ONE…

TWO…

The BMD kicks free, pushing the Crew member off. Using the shove to scramble to her feet, Rebecca hovers over the downed Onika and leaps next to her adversary’s abundant chest, pointing an elbow toward the Di-cups on the way down, planning to drive the tip into the cleft between.

But Cassava rolls clear, Rebecca THUMPING her elbow into empty canvas.

Cursing as she cradles the throbbing arm close, the Brooklynite doesn’t notice until it’s too late Onika is crawling to her Cutie. Diving the last few feet, she tags the extended hand of the silvery-bobbed Sanders.

Kylie shoots through the ropes and sprints toward a wide-eyed Ravage, the Hawkeye taking her foe down with a diving Thesz Press. Sanders lands astride Rebecca’s chest and pounds away with looping rights and lefts to her foe’s head, Rebecca blocking the onslaught as best she can.

Ravage finally bucks the Platinum Pixie with a pelvic thrust that sends Ky tumbling off, Rebecca escaping through the back door, both women clambering to verticality.

Kylie reaches her feet first and is ready with her own toe kick to the ivory belly of the Brooklyn Brawler. With Ravage bent at the waist, Kylie drops a limp arm of her foe over her shoulders and tugs Rebecca’s braincase into a front facelock.

Grabbing a handful of gear on Rebecca’s hip, Ky launches Ravage into the air, pointing her boot soles to the lights, then walking her the few steps toward the ropes. Letting gravity take its course, Ky drops the Crew member’s shins across the top rope, rebounding Ravage up and over for a ring-rattling collision with her Slingshot Suplex.

Slingshot Suplex ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=oTe8twLEu14 )

As a wincing Rebecca rises to a seated position, hand pressing against her aching lower spine, Kylie kips to her feet to a roar from the crowd. She sprints past Ravage and returns at full speed with a dropkick to Ravage’s chest, knocking her rival flat to the mat. Ky slides beside, cradles both legs, and rolls into a back press pin for the…

ONE…

TWO…

It’s the turn of the snarling Brooklyn badass to lick loose of a pin, shoving Sanders to a seated position, the Pixie glancing over her shoulder at her scowling foe.

Kylie turns and grabs Ravage around her noggin with both hands, pulling Rebecca to her feet as Ky makes her way to hers. Wrapping an arm around her foe’s skull and pulling it into a tight side headlock, Sanders motions with her free hand as if she’s twirling a lasso above her.

With the crowd suitably pumped, Kylie takes off for the strands in front of her with Ravage in tow. As she closes with the ropes, Ky leaps, planting her boot soles into the uppermost cable and pushing off. With both women taken through a tight u-turn from the rebound, the former Vanilla Chill PLANTS Ravage’s forehead into the deck with a Springboard Bulldog that leaves a rocked Rebecca flat on her face and chest, barely moving.

Springboard Bulldog ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=13MXam3PmiM )

Instead of shoving the reeling Ravage to her back for a pin, Kylie mounts her adversary in a backward-facing straddle of the waist. The glistening elfin features of the resurrected Girl Scout glow as she raises her right arm high and fashions her fingers into a claw, the FAWNatics at once chanting ‘FARM…HAND’ in unison.

Sanders is ready to plunge her tines into the left thigh of Rebecca, just under the curve of her glute, and apply the infamous signature hammy clamp. However, Maddy has other ideas in mind, spoiling the crowd’s vibe by slipping into the ring and landing a soccer kick to Kylie’s bosom.

Sanders flops off the Brooklyn Brawler from the impact, the assembled audience raining their rancor on the interfering Maddy. The Aussie cares less than is nearly humanly possible about the crowd. However, she’s shook when Cassava, unhappy about anyone intruding on one of her dream date’s favorite holds, bursts into the ring and levels the unsuspecting Maddy with an appetizer of ass cheeks, leveling the Mistress of Mayhem with her Rear View.

Rear View ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=LkJrgRKvsOk )

With a dazed Maddy beneath her, the Mauler gleefully watches Ky give her a thumb-up for the intervention. Sanders moves toward Rebecca, but Ravage has been given some crucial recovery time and the chance to slap on the Farm Hand has come and gone.

Kylie manages to snag an ankle of the retreating Brooklyn Brawler before she can crawl out of the ring, though Rebecca manages to grab the cables and climb to vertical on one leg. Sanders tugs her foe away from the saving strands, Ravage left bouncing on her free foot, plaintively pressing her palms toward Sanders.

The Crew member leaps and THWAPS an enziguri kick off Kylie’s left temple, freeing herself from the Pixie’s grasp. A dizzied Ky spins away from the blow and falls into the arms of a risen Cassava, the Booty saving the Cutie from a face plant.

Occupied in a sweaty, fantasy-inducing clinch with her beloved, Onika hardly notices as the Crew scatter for the outer reaches, each woman ending on the floor, Rebecca and Maddy staggering to each other under their corner.

Onika continues to embrace her partner, eyes shutting, Ky left to guess what the Booty is imagining doing with her idol.

“Uhhh. Cassie. I’m not sure we have time to indulge you, right now,” Ky informs.

“Does that mean later?” the Milk Chocolate Mauler responds, dark eyes opening hopefully.

“That’s not what I meant,” Sanders sadly assures.

Crestfallen but accepting, Cassava releases her embrace.

The length of the cuddle has given Rebecca the opportunity to reenter. She’s poised to do damage when both Booty and Cutie turn in her direction a split-second before the attack. Rebecca puts it in reverse, backpedaling to her corner and reaching behind her. Mayhem slaps her partner’s hand and enters, demanding the ref show Onika to the outside.

The official responds as told, requesting the Mauler’s exit.

“You got this?” Cassava asks dutifully of her would-be significant other.

“I got this,” the Pixie responds.

Onika nods and is escorted out, while the two blondes, not waiting for the referee to complete his chaperoning of Cassava, throw their bodies into a collar-and-elbow tie-up determined to retake control of the match.

Miss Mayhem and the Platinum Pixie violently twist, turn and stagger across the canvas like a living hurricane. Maddy’s a cheat and brawler through and through, but she has the skills to outwrestle anyone when it comes down to it. So it’s extremely irritating to the Crew woman that she can’t shake this shortie cornhusker!



Maddy growls “Screw off!” As she jabs a knee deep into the pit of Kylie’s stomach. The Cutie doubles over with a wretch, and her pale skin goes paler. Maddy takes a tight grip of the back of Kylie’s neck, digging her nails in for the sheer joy of it, and cocks other arm ready for a European Uppercut. The audacious Australian swings her limb like a scythe hoping for a decapitation- Sanders suffers some deep scratches wrenching her neck out of Maddy’s grasp but dodges the uppercut by a hair’s breadth! Mayhem’s overextended and off balance by her miss, easy picking for Sanders to glomp on a Waistlock and heave Maddy into the air. The Cutie gets some indirect revenge for The Booty by cracking Maddy’s coccyx with a Reverse Atomic Drop. A vile shiver shoots up Mayhem’s bones and bursts out as a squeal “Gaah!”



Kylie doubles down the bearhug and forces the Crew woman’s front into the ropes; on the apron, Cassava throws up a fist yelling “Wooo!” in delight, her idol’s classic finisher is coming. Kylie lurches back for the somersault just as Maddy anchors herself with the top cable, the smaller blonde tumbles through a back roll and lands nimbly on a knee then charges at the heel hoping to catch her off guard. Maddy balls up a fist and swings for the Iowan’s teeth- Kylie ducks, saving that million-dollar smile as she goes low and scoops Maddy up in a Fireman’s Carry. The Kylie Corps and Cassava let out an echoing and expectant cheer.



Kylie won’t disappoint them. She trots to center ring with the squirming woman astride her shoulder, screaming “Pleasant! Valley!...” Maddy slips out of the ex-World Champion’s hands and lands safely at Kylie’s Six O’Clock. The Mistress of Mayhem sweeps the legs out from under the Iowan and Sanders lands hard on her back. Maddy pounces like a cat on a mouse and applies a knee-breaking Stretch Muffler!



www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZxloM479g1g



While testing the ligaments of the smaller blonde’s joint over her shoulder Maddy drops into a seat on the canvas, positioning herself so Sanders’ legs are widespread making a crawl to the ropes next to impossible.



“Think you’ll be able to wrestle in a wheelchair!?” Maddy yells over Kylie’s screams, “More time on the shelf means Girl Scout meetingAARGH!”



A sharp kick to the base of Maddy’s spine from Onika disintegrates the submission and sends the heel into a spasming fit.

Having saved the day, the Superfan breaking up what seemed the perfectly crafted subnission by the anguish-inducing Aussie, Cassava ignores the ref’s complaints and pulls the grimacing blonde up by her locks.

The Milk Chocolate Mauler dips and slips her head between the tanned stems of her adversary, her arms wrapping around the back of Mayhem’s knees. She lifts Maddy for a HUGE slice of Upside Down Cake.

Axe Guillotine Diver ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=mdQQSmR9sEI )

But as she elevates Mayhem, draping the Crew member down her back for the most unforgiving dessert ever placed on a menu, an entering Ravage loops her arms under her partner’s shoulders and shoves her teammate back from where Mayhem came, the blonde lunatic landing on her boot soles.

With Cassava’s head still tight between her thighs, a quick-thinking Maddy underhooks both arms and drops to her knees, PLANTS the Mauler’s skull into the canvas with a ring-rattling double underhook facebuster.

Double Underhook Facebuster ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=G-qvknRDrPQ ) :04

Knowing full well Cassava’s not the Pleasant Valley native she needs to pin, Maddy rolls Onika’s limp, curvy carcass toward her partner for disposal.

Turning to a rising Sanders, Ky struggling through the shooting pain from her leg and spinal column, Mayhem dives at the Pixie, throwing a vicious chop block into the back of Kylie’s left knee. Sanders howls in agony from the further abuse, genuflecting while grasping at the posted joint.

A poised Mayhem, snarling with satisfaction, retreats a couple steps, measures for a moment, then surges forward, introducing Kylie and her Corps to Oh! Mayhem!, the Kinshasa knee strike CRASHING between the hazel eyes of the FAWN legend.

Sanders spreads into an unconscious starfish from the devastating impact.

Oh! Mayhem! ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=JWhLvtCCjCc ) :10

Tumbling atop her foe on the follow-through, Maddy secures a schoolgirl press on the comatose Kylie, elfin features bracketed by Mayhem’s thighs, shins atop the Plixie’s biceps. A few feet removed, Rebecca stomps Cassava into a Milk Chocolate mess while the official counts out what could have been a hundred but ends with…

ONE…

TWO…

THREEE!

Maddy slides her undercarriage over Kylie’s nose and mouth. The lack of air brings Ky back to life momentarily, the Hawkeye weakly flailing until the facesit sends her back into dreamland.

Rightly worried for Sanders’ safety, the referee demands Mayhem rise or the result will be reversed.

“Calm your ass down,” Maddy assures, slowly peeling off the greasy-faced, snoozing Sanders.

Ravage joins her partner, leaving the Superfan a groaning pile of balled Booty.

Each winner raises the inner wrist of her partner to the mounting jeers from the FAWNatics as the ring announcer makes it official.

“Your winners by pinfall, Maddy Mayhem and Rebecca Ravage, the Wrecking Crew!”

Each victor places a boot on one of Kylie’s B-cups, flattening the flesh, giving Gladiatrix the money shot it so desired.

Maddy points down at the wreckage of the Cutie.

“Just the start, bytches! We’re wrecking every team on the roster until the Dream Team can’t find a place to hide!”