LIGHTWEIGHT TITLE: 4-WAY ELIMINATION MATCH

“Ladies and gentlemen the following match is a four-way elimination match for the Lightweight Championship! Introducing first…”



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Meglovania from the hit video game Undertale fills the air with adrenaline-pumping electronica. The screen swirls with colours as it transitions to a 16-bit sword and sorcery video game featuring a chesty witch, casting spells and fighting monsters. Below the FAWNtron the Northern Coalition’s Manager and Dungeon Master, Hazeema McMurray bounces giddily through the curtain.



HAZEEMA MCMURRAY





The Pakistani-Canadian has her bombshell body covered in a black bodysuit with a deep V-neckline and wide shoulder straps. A diamond of material is cut away to show off her belly button, and two sets of black bands reach from her center and mound to where her shelf of an ass starts and ends. The ensemble has a swath of material from her neck that travels between her awe-inspiring breasts and connects to a gold ring, where two other strips travel under each breast to the back where it’s made of a breathable mesh. Black ankle boots covered her feet; as always, her dark brown hair swung near her ribs tied in two pigtails with short braids.



RING GEAR





“From Letterkenny Ontario, Canada! Representing The Northern Coalition! Standing at 160cm and weighing in at 54kg! The High Caster of The City in the Sky!” The announcer looks confused by that last statement, “Hazeema McMurrayyyy!!”



The DM&M zig-zags across the ramp slapping the hands of eager (and drooling) fans and puts on a burst of speed near the end to slide under the bottom rope and Kip up to her feet inside the ring. She heads to her corner and allows the official to search for foreign objects as she mentally prepares for the war ahead. Hazeema’s never been in a free-for-all like this, but these gals have never faced a cornered Canuck.



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Diamond Steele





RING GEAR





It’s at this moment that “Monster” by Paramore begins to blast all over the speakers. A blonde struts behind the curtain holding a pocket mirror. She admires her beautiful blonde hair as she smiles and adjusts her lip gloss. The petite beauty also has a diamond-studded microphone in her hand as she looks out into the audience. She is wearing a matching two-piece diamond studded glittering Union Jack flag-designed attire. She runs her hands through her locks as she walks her way to the ring.





“Ladies and gentlemen, introducing myself to the ring. I am the leader of the all-girls group the Gem Stones. I am the Sparkling Sensation, the Sorceress of Submissions, the sadistic Siren, the Shining Star and the Mistress of the Microphone. Hailing from London England standing at 5’2 weighing in at 7.9 stone. I am Diamond Steele!!!”



Diamond finally makes her way into the ring. She smiles as she opens up her pocket mirror and fixes her hair a bit before she tosses it to the side and looks daggers into Hazeema. She walks right up to her and they engage in a staredown.



“We need to get rid of the other two so we can have our one-on-one showdown again…”



Diamond smirks before she extends an arrogant hand out to the Canadian.



Hazeema bats it away with a backhand, triggering the audience to OOOOHHHHH! No one in the Coalition has ever been seen turning down a handshake. Hazeema goes nose to nose with The Siren, “It was never one-on-one, your cousin kept running interference. Now we’ll if you can stand on your own.”



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Diamond’s about to start the match prematurely when a catchy guitar riff blasts through the speakers, and someone cuts the power to the lights. The crowd comes alive as spotlights glare and target the entrance at the top of the ramp. Debra Sugerman, the charismatic wrestler and former mascot of her family’s company playfully marches out of the curtain, twirling her literal candy cane. The lightweight masterfully leads the masses in a wave of cheers travelling from one side of the building to the other, the thousands-strong crowd following the arc of her baton like a symphony obeying its maestro.



“Weighing in at 121lbs, standing 5 feet and 5 inches, and hails from Valdosta, Georgia, by way of Stone Mountain. The face of Sugerman Confectionary, and it’s the Sweetest you’ll ever see! Debra ‘Little Debbieee’ Suugerrrmaaan!!!”



DEBRA SUGERMAN





Step inside, walk this way



You and me, babe



Hey, hey



The people sing along to Ninja Sex Party’s cover within the first beats of the song, bobbing and swaying while they take in the bright-eyed and bushy-tailed newcomer. Fans of beach fighting and FAWN’s newest Indie partner, LAW (Ladies of Adventurous Wrestling), know the young rookie always puts on a show. From head to ankle, Debra’s gear is a swirling rainbow of sequins glittering under the harsh lights of FAWN, and if you look close enough, each bead resembles a wrapped hard candy. The radiant sweets travelled up each arm from the wrist into the turtle neck of a VERY cropped top, the hemline serving as the bottom of the cups for her pert chest, with a wide triangle panel cut out to show off the sweets. After miles of bare, lightly toned belly is a pair of tight pants that clung to her legs like a candy coating; patches of material are cut out from the side of each leg, so Debra’s pale skin pushes through the opening. Hence, SUGERMAN blazed no matter what angle you saw the Countess of Candyland.



Debra twirls her 4-foot cane in front of her through two arcs before pointing it straight to the sky. The apparent signal turns the house lights back on. The walking instrument resembled a candy cane with a green gumdrop bottom with rubber and a glitter dusting. Instead of a hook or knob, the baton exploded at its top with a bouquet of round lollipops.



She places the confection back between her smiling lips before setting off on a hip-swivelling march around the ring. The candy heiress’s wavy blonde hair tickles the nape of her neck with each timed step; Debra encourages the masses to continue their serenade by swinging and pointing the cane to guide the fans’ voices, playing choirmaster to the largest choir in the world.



Take a bottle!



Shake it up!



Break the bubble!



Break it up!



As the crowd is about to launch into the chorus, Debra sprints up the ring steps, her candy-apple red running shoes reflecting the light. Debra spins against the ropes along the apron, not stopping till she’s dead center in the Hard cam’s sight; Debra tucks in her arms, holding the cane horizontally and crouches low into a tight ball. Tensing like a coiled spring, Sugerman hears the chorus start and bursts into the air! Spreading her limbs out and straight, she lands on the apron in a wide stance like a jubilant star. Packets of sugar drop from the ceiling and scatter onto the audience as the FAWNatics loudly sing.



Pour some sugar on me!!



The music dies down, but Little Debbie doesn't enter the ring. She turns the sucker in her mouth between thumb and forefinger as she eyes the front row, searching for the biggest hunk in- There he is! “If I take you home to mama, she might try to take ya for herself!”



Spotting a Zaddy in a Merle t-shirt(Yes that’s right!), the flaxen-haired rookie with flair saunters over, swaying her recently used lollipop high in the air, making the hawt ticket buyer wobble his head in synchronicity. His jaws are wide open to accept the plane coming in for a landing, but you can still tell he’s smiling from his bright eyes and the raised corners of his mouth, the crowd playing up the scene, echoing in unison, “ooooooooOOOHHHH…” as the candy draws near. Then they “YARRHHHH!!” Erupt in cheers when he gleefully takes the lollipop between his teeth. A few fans are a little disgusted with the indirect spit swap, but given the nature of FAWN, you’d think they’d be okay with FAR worse. Don’t you think?



Debra gracefully vaults over the top rope and grins at the ring’s glaring occupants, “Hey party people. How we feeling?”. They haven’t forgotten the ambush Countess launched at Spring Break, and revenge is the only thing Diamond and Hazeema can agree on.



The crowd waits in anticipation and that’s when all of the lights go out in the arena. A huge old school Hollywood countdown appears on the screen as it counts down from 5 all the way to 1. Once it hits 0 is the moment that the spotlights hit the stage. Red carpets are rolled to the ring and that is when the photographers line up to snap photos of the oncoming Hollywood queen. She emerges out of the back with a smile as she raises the Lightweight Championship high into the air.



“Introducing the Lightweight Championship representing Hollywood, California standing at 5’5 and 115 pounds she is Crystal Hilton!!!”



CRYSTAL HILTON





Crystal smiles as she walks towards the ring. She rests the championship over a shoulder as she stops and gives hi-fives to some fans in the arena. She finally makes her stop at the ring where she does a split and enters the squared circle giving the fans a good showing of thong underneath her wrestling skirt. She pops back up and proudly raises her championship into the air.



“Your champion is here and it feels good to be the best Lightweight in all of this company!!!”



Debra puts a hand on her heart and closes her eyes in a mockingly touched expression, “It sure does. Granted I’m the ‘uncrowned champion’. At least for the next five minutes.”



Crystal turns to the latest, arguably rudest challenger to her title and pats her title’s faceplate. “Blindsiding someone is different from wrestling them. You’re losing tonight and going on another tour in Bangor, hocking chocolate and begging for Jaimie London’s attention.”



Debra’s sweet face turns sour at the mention of the top champion of FAWN’s other outfit. She lost twice in a row to London’s Legacy and now waits at the back of the line. ‘Well I’m on the show and she’s not, and when I take MY Lightweight title tonight you’ll both be begging for air time from catering.”



Crystal openly scoffs and hands the belt to the referee, “Fat chance of that, Sugar Plum.”



A woman occupies every corner of the ring ready to throw down and grab gold, in Crystal’s case, defend her gold from a trio of skilled and hungry jackals. The Actress and the DM&M lock eyes at the bell’s ringing and somehow read each other’s thoughts. The four combatants tread cautiously into the hot desert of the canvas with heads on a swivel, inching within grabbing distance of each other. The first one to make a move will either set the tone or get torn apart. CRACK Hilton and McMurray fire and land surprise Superkicks! Diamond and Debra wobble into the ropes, brain-shook. simultaneous Clotheslines smack against their collarbones and turn them inside out, and out of the ring! The Ds tumble off the apron and splat on the covered concrete of the arena. As painful as it was, that fall helped clear their heads and the natural blondes are eager to make up for a bad start. They quickly pick themselves off the ground- Hilton and McMurray sling themselves over the ropes and spread out in the air! there’s a wet slap of skin hitting skin as The Siren and The Countess are taken out with Flying Crossbodies.



The crowd roars with excitement as both fan favorites land on the outside of the ring. Both Hazeema and Crystal pop back up to their feet as they take in all of the cheers from the crowd. They slide into the ring at the same time. Once inside they begin to glance at one another with smirks as Crystal flicks her hair. “Are you ready to dance?!”



Hazeema looks back at her with a giggle. “I thought you would never as…”



She doesn’t even get a chance to finish the statement as Hilton is already turning up the speed for the match, sprinting towards the Canadian at full throttle. Once she reaches her she slides in between her legs and ends up on the opposite side of the submission star. The champion wraps her arms snugly around the waist of Hazeema. The DM&M refuses to go down and she stands her ground. She throws some elbows backwards at her foe but that is when Debra slides into the ring. The Countess of Candyland makes her way over to the both of them and she leaps up sending a dropkick against the face of the Northern Coalition’s star. The momentum causes Hilton to sling McMurray backwards, taking the Canuck off her feet with an amazing German suplex.



Crystal doesn’t even bother with a bridge, she instead rises to her feet leaving McMurray puddled and looks over at the blonde.



“We make a good team!” Debra smiles looking back at the Afro-Mexican as she gives her a thumbs up.



“You got that right, maybe one day the two of us might actually get along. Why don’t you go to the top rope and finish her off!”



Hilton looks down at the prone Hazeema and smirks as it does sound like a great idea. She immediately ascends all the way to the top rope as she begins to signal for something big. What she didn’t expect however was for Debra to quickly make her way to the top as well. She punches Hilton as hard as she can, forcing the Latina to step down to the second rope. Debra smiles as she grabs a hold of Hilton and without hesitation, she leaps off driving the champion into the mat with a Super Sugar Slam. Hilton is driven into the mat and Debra rises back up to her feet and celebrates.



AVALANCHE REVERSE RUSSIAN LEG SWEEP

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“She actually fell for it!”



Sugerman parades around the ring until Diamond slowly enters the ring from behind. She stands firmly behind the Countess of Candyland. Debra finally turns around and walks right into a Diamond Cutter. She hits the deck like a marionette with its strings cut and is easily turned onto her back by The Siren and bundled into a tight ball of a cover.



ONE!



A sharp Elbow Drop to the back of Steele’s head breaks the cover and keeps the contest going. Hazeema’s on top of the Brit and misdirecting her anger at Crystal to her benefit, dropping a torrent of clubbing blows onto Steele’s back, shoulders and neck. It’s no treat for Debra either, the confectionary heiress is at the bottom of this pile of pulchritude and is starting to suffocate under her opponents. Hazeema tires of the ground game and hauls Diamond off Debra and onto her feet by the back of her Union Jack top. The Coalitionite plants her feet and slings Diamond on the way to the corner behind them with an Irish Whip. Diamond plans as she runs to grab the ropes and lift her legs into a kick as soon as she hits the turnbuckles and give Hazeema hockey player teeth. The Brit’s spine meets padded steel and she- Thwap! Hazeema’s one step and two tits ahead. The curvy Canadian turns the singer into a living crashpad with a leaping Splash that buries Diamond’s visage in Hazeema’s warm cleavage.



Haz normally doesn’t work blue but these rude gals have got her dander up, she widens her legs to land on the bottom cables and shimmies her shoulders to batter Diamond with her bust. “It’s about time I give you a proper FAWN welcome!”



Amidst lustful cheers from the FAWNatics, Hazeema traps Diamond against her breast with a tight side headlock and hops off the ropes into a run. Meanwhile, Sugerman’s picking herself off the mat and thanking the heavens she didn't get pinned and Crystal rising onto her knees and elbows.



Back to the Canuck and the Brit; Diamond may be a rookie but she knows a Bulldog’s coming and schemes to involve the candy peddler she spots in her peripheral vision. When Hazeema jumps up and sticks her legs in the air, Diamond pushes hard on her hips and ejects the Dungeon Master toward The Countess. Debra’s a deer in the headlights watching McMurray flying at her like she ground control for Air Canada! The Coalitionite is shocked but training sessions with La Sombra kick in; McMurray arcs her back bringing her legs higher, so Sugerman gets a faceful of her crotch before her thighs snap shut on the blonde’s head. McMurray whips backward sending them into a flip that ends with Sugerman in a Schoolgirl pin with her legs trapped under the Canuck’s armpits.



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ONE!



TWO!!



Steele’s boot rams the back of Hazeema’s head, kicking her out of the cover into a facedown sprawl. She takes a moment to wipe the tit sweat off her face while Debra worms her out from under the submission specialist, “If I wanted your baps in my face I’d invite you backstage with the other groupies.”



Steele barely finishes her insult when Crystal runs from behind and slaps a Lariat across The Siren’s shoulders. Steeled is blown off her feet into a fall that has her forehead thudding off the firm canvas as the Lightweight champion stands tall among the wreckage of challengers. Hilton stands up to the roaring cheers from the crowd. She positions all three women next to one another before she offers a grin as she looks out into the crowd.



“It’s time for a close up…” With that, she begins to sprint towards the turnbuckles. She leaps over the three prone women before she finally makes it to the other side of the ring, she uses the ropes as a launching pad as she flips off of them backwards and nails a Moonsault right on top of all three women with her signature Smell The Roses.



Smell The Roses

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All three women are laid out as Hilton rolls off of them and turns her attention to the top ropes. She flicks her hair about dripping the sweat onto all three of her opponents, the actress heads for the ropes and ascends to the top buckle. She looks out at her laid out challengers.



“To finish all three of you off at the same exact time! Winter is Coming!”



Crystal decides to go for broke as she measures all three women up. She promptly leaps off the top ropes looking for something new and something big. She clutches in arms in twice as she breaks out her finishing Five-star Frog Splash



Winter Is Coming

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She is about to land on all three of her challengers but almost in unison all of them are able to bring their knees up at the same exact time. Hilton lands painfully against the row of boney barriers and she clutches at her chest as she rolls around on the ground. Hazeema is the first one to rise and she yanks Crystal up to her feet. She places the Afro-Latina’s head between her legs and immediately flips over the champion, delivering a massive Canadian Destroyer that plants Hilton right on her dome.



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The champion is out like a light as the D&D master gets to her feet to the sound of cheers. She thinks about finishing Crystal off but Debra’s up and approaching from inside Hazeema’s blind spot, she grabs a hold of Hazeema from behind looking for her Reverse Russian leg sweep. The DM&M squirms like her life depends on it and finds the way out of Debra’s grasp, then pulls the Georgian’s left arm into a Hammerlock that has Debra on the tips of her toes and wincing. Sugerman puts her fabled agility to use and cartwheels on the spot, taking McMurray by surprise and undoing the hold before she makes the Canadian yelp with a Hammerlock of her own. McMurray growls in pain and suffers a few tugs until she doubles over and reverses the tried and true submission on Sugerman. Like a living whirlwind, these two young grapplers twist round and round putting together a neverending chain of wrestling holds. Wristlocks, ArmWringers, Hammerlocks, and Headlocks of all variations flow from one move to the next as they play physical chess looking to win the first elimination.



Smack! And Diamond upsets the game board! The resurgent singer leaves a red welt in the shape of her hand between Hazeema’s shoulderblades with an overhand chop. The pigtailed pro wrestler stiffens up while hissing through clenched and arcs her stinging back, thrusting out her abundant chest to Debra who can’t help but punish those puppies with a double Overhand Chop. Crack!



“Aaaaie!” Hazeema shrieks and shrinks back with her hands cupped protectively over her bruised bounty, right back to Diamond, who pivots her hips into a Knife-edge chop that slashes across Haz’s ass. Wap! The Coalitionite lets out an indigent squeal and covers her vulnerable buns, leaving her face free for a wicked backhand from Debra. CRACK!



McMurray stumbles away from her enemies’ impromptu pincer strategy and whirls to face them with clenched fists at her sides and pinpricks of tears in her eyes, squeaking a girlish “Stop that! UGH!” The potential new tag team ceases their slapping but switches to kicking, double over the Pakistantian-Canadian beauty with a double toe-kick. Used to directing her bandmates over the roar of a crowd mid-song, Diamond quickly and silently guides Debra with her eyes and a quick touch of the blonde’s hip. The new duo goes to either side of Hazeema’s bent-over form and throw her arms over their shoulders and take her behind the knees. The Siren and The Countess swing and lift Hazeema into an elevated seat; The Dungeon Mistress fruitlessly kicks her feet in the air and shakes her head no, accomplishing nothing before she’s driven butt-first onto posted knees. A deep shudder rips through a bleating Hazeema followed by a wave of numbness that keeps her docile as Debra and Diamond pivot and sandwich Hazeema’s head between Hip checks as they take each arm in an Underhook and raise Hazeema upside-down in a single, soles to lights. The rush of blood to her head has the Coalitionite seeing spots while Diamond trash talks “Where’s all that tough talk now miss technician?”



They whip her downward impaling her stomach on another pair of bent knees when Hazeema opens her mouth, turning whatever she was about to say into a ragged retch. “OOOGH!?”



DOUBLE ATOMIC DROP/GUTBUSTER

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The two raise the gutted Canuck back onto her feet and sling Hazeema to the nearest corner on rubbery legs. Too battered to perform the most basic maneuver, Hazeema runs straight into the turnbuckles in a harsh collision and falls flat on her back with the wind knocked out of her. Debra engages Diamond in a Predator handshake that turns into a one-armed hug, “Hot damn, we’re on a roll! Hey Whip me to her and I’ll squash her with a Moonsault?”



Diamond grins and nods to her new friend “You got it.” The singer takes Debra by the wrist and Irish Whips to their prone opponent- Debra goes low to halt the whip and pulls Diamond into a Short-Arm Clothesline! The betrayed Brit is knocked ass over teakettle, she scampers back to verticality on pure instinct only to get wrapped in a Front Face lock and spiked into the mat with an Evenflow DDT. Debra shovels Steele’s limp form belly up and pulls both of her legs in for the cover, Debra gives the cameraman an almost sheepish shrug and offers the stunned newcomer words to live by.



“No friends in FAWN, popstar.”



One!



Two!



Th-Diamond kicks out!



Debra huffs in exasperation, “But you can be friendly, and take the L!” The confectionery heiress shifts onto her haunches and Thwack! Crystal rattles Debra’s brain with a running forearm to the back of the head. Sugerman collapses onto a flaccid Diamond as Crystal pushes up and skips over their bodies to crouch and catch Sugerman in a Facelock. The Countess paws at Crystal and hisses in pain when her right hand is snagged by the wrist and twisted into a Hammerlock. The champion raises and drags the loudmouthed mascot away from the rest of the competition. Debra accidentally steps on Diamond’s stomach as they leave, making the singer curl up and groan as she deals with the bells ringing in her head and her flip-flopping stomach. Crystal yanks on the Hammerlock and bears down on the Facelock until she hears Debra whine and and stamp her feet, “Let me show how you a real DDT.”



The Lightweight champion rapidly falls back and spikes Debra into the canvas with her Coldsnap finisher. Debra’s head is the axis of her body as she flips onto her back with her eyes rolled up. Crystal decides she’s gonna use Debra as an object lesson to her challengers and shoves her face down and straddles the Georgian on her knees. She takes Debra’s arms in Chicken Wing holds and then flips forward into a Bridge. Debra has a shireking, bucking fit when her arms are about to eject from their sockets!



Sublimation

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Debra’s hands flap and flutter in the air like the useless wings of a baby bird, there’s no way to tap out with dignity. She has to yell louder and louder for the ref to hear her over the din of the FAWNatics, “IkewitIkewitIKEWIT!”



DINGDING!



DEBRA SUGERMAN HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!



As soon as the announcer makes the announcement Crystal lets go. She smiles as she watches the blonde roll on the canvas and tries to soothe her arms from all the pain. The zebra tries his best to assist Sugerman but the Hollywood Heroine has other plans. She places a single foot on the eliminated blonde’s stomach as she raises her arm in the air with a wicked grin, and in that very moment flashes from cameras all begin to go off one after the other. Hilton flicks her hair as she looks out into the audience.



“Please make sure to take more pictures that will look good on the cover of Gladiatrix. I want my spread to look really good!”



After she is done posing Crystal turns her attention back over to Debra and uses her foot to shove her out of the ring. She smirks as she talks more trash. “That is what you get for trying to insert yourself into a championship match that you weren’t deserving of!”



With that, Hilton turns her attention back over to the two other remaining participants. She decides to focus on Hazeema and yanks her off of the ring floor. She whips her as hard as she can into the corner turnbuckles and follows suit by running after her. She leaps off and delivers a Stinger splash that causes Hazeema to drop down in the corner. Hilton smirks at her seated opponent as she backs her butt towards her face and screams out towards the audience.



“This is something I picked up from the lovely Cassava!”



Stinkface

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The crowd is loving the stinkface as she shoves her ass against the Coalitionite’s face and grinds to the soundtrack of her latest in-production film. The Hollywood resident is on a roll as she pulls McMurray out of the corner and leaves her spread out on the mat as she slowly begins to ascend to the top of the ropes. She looks down at the Canadian native as she admires all of the cheers from the roaring crowd. “Lights, Camera, Action!!



She begins to signal for her famous and effective LCA 450 splash. Diamond however makes it to her feet and sprints towards the ropes, she hits the top turnbuckle with a kick causing the Afro-Mexican to fall split-legged on the metal bar connecting the post to the buckle. Crystal’s eyes open up wide as she lets out a howling scream that can be heard all the way to the rafters. Diamond spots a groggy Hazeema rising and smacks their heads together in a little Glascow kiss, Steele grabs a handful of her hair as she screams in Hazeema’s face.



“You know this match can’t end unless it’s you and me as the final two and I prove I can out-wrestle your pathetic ass. I appreciate a thank you card in the mail for saving you from elimination!”



Before Hazeema could even say a word the Brit slaps her as hard as she can against the face before she uses her boot to send her right back down into the mat. “I promise we will play, but that will come after this other wanker is gone!”



Steele turns her attention back over to the champion. She climbs the strands to get nose to nose with the pain-wracked and trembling champion. She grabs a hold of Hilton’s noggin and delivers punch after punch after punch! The crowd chants along with each hit…



6!

7

8!

9!

10!



Hilton is in a daze when Steele forces Hilton to stand on top of the corner turnbuckle with her. The Brit looks out into the crowd before she lifts Crystal over her head and sends the both of them crashing against the mat.



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All three women are down as they each breathe heavily. Hazeema is the first one to move and she slowly begins to crawl and places a single arm over the champion. The referee notices this and goes to make a count.



One!



Two!



Before he could slap his arm a third time Diamond is there to yank Hazeema by the leg and pull her off of the champ. Hazeema is surprised as she looks back at Diamond.



“What are you doing?!”



Steele slowly sits up as she glances back over at her biggest rival. “Just because I said we are going to be the final two doesn’t mean I’m going to let you steal my elimination! That’s not how this works luv!”



With that Steele rushes towards Hazeema again but this time the Canadian resident is waiting for it. She sweeps Steele’s leg causing her to fall face-first against the mat. Hazeema decides to show off some of her impressive submission ability as she locks her leg with Diamond’s and she bends backwards cupping Diamond’s head in a tight Muta Lock.



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Diamond screams as she is frantic but doesn’t tap out. “Get off of me!!! It’s supposed to be you and I in the end!”



Hazeema cups Diamond’s neck even tighter as a smile escapes her lips. “Oh, it will be. Unless you can’t handle a little submission. Only you can determine if you make it to the final two with me!”



Diamond continues to fight it she lifts her arm up as the pain becomes too much for her. She is about to tap out frantically but the moment her hand is about to collide with the mat Hazeema quickly breaks the hold and catches Steele’s hand before it touches the mat. She bends down looking in the Brit’s face.



“Just remember, I technically beat you twice, but we WILL be the final two…”



Steele rolls around on the ground clutching at her neck in pain. McMurray takes this moment to turn her attention back over to Hilton but what she doesn’t expect is for the champion to be standing right behind her. She pulls Hazeema in for a lip lock and plants a passionate kiss on her lips. Hazeema pulls away and is stunned by the sudden affection but it isn’t for long, Crystal sends a vicious roundhouse kick that hits Hazeema right in the temple. The Coalitionite collapses while Hilton roars as the crowd cheers her on.



Flashing Lights Kick (kiss into roundhouse)

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Diamond gets up and charges after Hilton but Crystal jumps up wrapping her legs around Diamond’s head and sends her off her feet with a hurricanrana. The musician goes into a messy somersault and tumbles into a superhero landing, she surges up determined to teach Crystal the pecking order, “Think you make this match a solo act!?”

She turns to see if the Champ’s ready to rock and takes in Crystal’s flying thigh inches before her face before a Leg Lariat bowls her over. Her vision begins to swim from the sudden ping-ponging of her body, Diamond resolutely pushes to verticality, grumbling, “You daft bint, you’ll neverUUCK!”



Hilton’s arm may as well be a Grim Reaper blade because it cuts the singer down and still via Running Clothesline. Diamond turns inside out, blasted into a full backflip that ends in a nasty faceplant, the popstar looks like she’s been ejected from a car crash while Crystal falls on all fours panting heavily from that burst of physicality.



“Hhaa…Hhhaaa… I’ll never complain about cardio with Cassava again…”



She wearily trudges forward and uses the ropes to get to her feet. Hilton looks over her shoulder and sees a semi-conscious Hazeema army crawling on her elbows over to Diamond. Crystal shoves the ropes to recoil into a speedwalk, “No, no, no… you’re not stealing an elimination from me.” The DM&M is about to turn the vulnerable blonde face up for a cover when a harsh tug at the roots of her pigtails forces her to stand with a strained yell. Crystal uses her hurtful handles to turn Hazeema to face her before she picks her up and throws the Canuck across Diamond’s back with a Bodyslam. This meeting of the spines turns the challengers into a living Plus sign and makes them arc their backs and groan in perfect unison. Hilton takes Hazeema by the ankles and drags them to align with Steele’s head as she turns her over.



Hilton drops her butt heavily on McMurray’s back as she works the manager’s legs under her armpits then laces her fingers under DIamond’s chin. “I’m FAWN’s Lightweight champion for a reason, ladies,” Crystal cranks back on Diamond’s chin and Hazeema’s stems, torturing the challengers with a Camel Clutch/Boston Crab combo!



Double Feature

youtu.be/V38x-nSMFfw?t=826



The assembled FAWNatics had been divided from the start of the match about which of the four competitors would leave with the gold, but in this moment they’re united in their appreciation of Crystal’s domination. The actress leans farther back coaxing hisses and whines out of the women below her, “I’ve done nominated musicals and I’m a technician queen! I’m better than both of you!”



Despite the obvious suffering of the contorted women in her grasp, trying to submit two people at once is tiring out Crystal faster than it will drive McMurray and Steele to tap. She releases them a flourish trying not to let on how tired she is and stands up fluffing up her hair. “I think they’re almost done, don’t you?” As the crowd cheers in the affirmative Crystal skips over the bodies of the competition and runs up the buckles of the nearest corner to stand on the top ropes. After a quick smile to the camera, Hilton springs into backflip while rotating in the air, swooping down to squash the pile of women with a Corkscrew Senton a.k.a a Phoniex Splash. Hazeema rolls clear when the Champ’s at her jump’s apex leaving Diamond to take the highlight reel move on her move.



“GaaAAAH!” The White Rose ricochets off a howling Diamond. Near broken in half from Crystal dropping on her like a tonne of talent she whips onto a shoulder and foot with her spine arched like a taut bow, belly shuttering with staggered breaths. Crystal rolls onto her knees and looks in all directions for Hazeema but the curvy Canuck has disappeared, likely rolled off the edge of the apron to recuperate. “That works for me.” Crystal takes Diamond by her top and lifts The Siren to her feet in stages, then she turns away from Steele, reaches behind, and pulls The Gemstone’s lead singer by the back of the head and pulls her close. Steele knows this is the set up for Crystal’s finisher, the Asai Lungblower patented as That’s A Wrap! She tries to push the Afro-Latina away but the constant beating she’s suffered the last few minutes reduces the effort to some light pawing. Crystal comments on Diamond’s performance as she lowers into a deep crouch, “Not your night, is it? Might be too soon for you to be on the big stage.”



The White Rose’s powerful stems propel her into a flip over- Diamond comes alive and grabs Hilton when she’s halfway over, trapping the champion on the singer’s shoulder. Crystal’s legs kick in the air trying to inch her way into completing the move but Diamond has her dead to rights. Steele sees Hazeema in the corner of her eye scrambling from the floor onto the apron and up the post, so the Gemstone whips herself and her quarry in her direction. She bounces on her toes to jar Crystal’s stomach on her shoulder while she shares a look with Hazeema, “I was born for the big stage!”



As if that was an agreed-upon cue The High-Caster leaps from the post like her more aerial teammate La Sombra. As Hazeema swoops down she takes Hilton in a Facelock in the same moment Diamond falls back, spiking Crystal into the mat with a high-powered DDT!



NORTHERN ATLANTIC TRIANGLE

www.youtube.com/watch?v=JWKSmPO3p4M



The addled champ bounces off her forehead onto her knees, Crystal stares unfocused into the middle distance for a second before she tilts forward in a heap. Diamond lies on her hip exhausted from that spout of offense and Hazeema gets on her fours and takes in the situation. Summarizing correctly that Diamond won't interfere in the next few minutes she powers to stand and yells out to the crowd, “Think it's time we thin the herd!”



The fickle fans roar in support of the delightful Dungeon Mistress as she loops her arms around Crtsyal’s in a Butterfly hold and lifts the actress slowly to her feet With a grunt of effort Hazeema hikes up the hold making Crystal yelp and makes her rest her thighs on Hzeema’s hips or risk losing her arms. Hazeema gives some helpful advice, “grit your teeth!” Then sits out, slamming Hilton’s Cocyxx on the thinly covered plywood of the ring.



DRACONIAN DROP

youtu.be/6kp_IONSVOA?t=183



Crystal’s taut buttocks ram against the mat sending a wave through her body that’s somehow agonizing and numbing at the same time. Uttering a pitiful wail, Crystal falls back like a dramatic star of the silver screen from yesteryear. Her arms are lying in random positions above her head, The champion’s chest flutters and her glazed eyes stare up at the ceiling as her body tries to prioritize all the aches and pains she’s experiencing at the moment.



As she bolts to her feet, Hazeema McMurray can see an elimination at her fingertips, she just has to roll the DC! After shovelling Hilton facedown, the Coalitionite takes one of Hilton’s arms and twists it as she steps around the limb and places the front of her boot against her cheek. Then she drops to the canvas as she crosses her legs at the calves to scissor Crystal’s head between her feet as Hazeema bends the limb in what could be described as a Reverse Armbar



SAPPING STING

i.imgur.com/lGGzABO.mp4



“Aaaiee!!”



Crystal screeches at eardrum-bursting decibels. The numbness from a moment ago is SORELY missed when it’s washed away by the burning hellfire erupting in her elbow. Crystal scratches and claws at the canvas trying to get to the salvation of the ropes, but they’re so far away… and THIS HURTS SO MUCH….



Tears in her eyes and a mournful sob at her lips, Crystal taps on the canvas fervently.



DINGDING



CRYSTAL HILTON HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!!!



No matter what happens from this point on, there will be a new Lightweight champion! Hazeema breaks the hold and leaves Crystal to clutch at her elbow on the floor. The referee turns his attention over to the White Rose and tries to help her. She is slow as she slowly sits up and has tears in her knees. She looks out into the crowd who all give her a standing ovation and applause for her efforts. The Dungeon Master walks towards the corner and ascends up the turnbuckles celebrating the elimination. She turns her attention over to the former champion who has now slid out of the ring. She holds her elbow as she turns her attention to Hazeema. The two lock eyes before Crystal keeps walking, she takes a glance over at the timekeeper's table and the Lightweight Championship. The highest point of her wrestling career so far, taken away….



The former champion stares daggers at her victor before she mouths back to her. “You better win this so I can take back what you took from me!”



The Dungeon Master smiles as she keeps her eyes locked on Hilton. “And I will be ready for you, but I need to take care of some business first.”



Hazeema jumps off the ropes and slowly turns her attention over to the final foe in the ring. The woman who had been her biggest adversary since gaining a hard-fought win over her in her prior match. Diamond Steele was right where she left her spread-eagled on the mat spent after the double team move that they did together. Hazeema places her hands on her hips as she looks down at the pop star.



“I know I promised that we would have a long-fought match when it came down to the two of us but sometimes promises are meant to be broken. After what you and your cousin tried to pull the last time we fought I just want to end this!”



Hazeema tries to lift the Siren up but that is when Diamond surprises the Dungeon Master by wrapping her long legs around the neck of McMurray into a tight Triangle Choke. Hazeema tries to use her arm in hopes of prying the pop star off of her but the Siren traps that arm within the Choke and clamps on tighter with her legs. Hazeema is blindly searching for the ropes but she’s stuck in the middle of the ring with nowhere to go. “Time to go to sleep just like everybody does. Nobody can resist the Siren’s Song.”



Siren’s Song

www.youtube.com/watch?v=GRJpJc8mkLs



Diamond locks the hold even tighter and Hazeema is fading fast. The Coalitionite fights back with everything she’s got, pounding her fist over and over against Diamond’s hip. The zebra steps in and gets in her face. “Do you give up Hazeema?!”



Her face changes colors as she mutters out. “Nooooo, won’t give her the satisfaction!” Diamond continues to apply even more pressure. The High Caster’s knees buckle as she falls deeper into the abyss and right into Steele’s grasp. Steele is a woman possessed and refuses to let go. “Check her, it’s clear she is out!”



He does exactly as he is told. With the Triangle Choke locked in tightly, he checks her arm and it falls right down to the mat. He has seen enough, the referee forgoes the next two checks and immediately calls for the bell. Diamond refuses to let go as she keeps her legs scissored around her foe’s head for a few more moments before she finally releases and shoves Hazeema off of her who in turn falls on her back. She sits up looking over at the knocked-out Coalitionite before she decides to take a seat right on top of her face. Hazeema is treated to a faceful of ass as the bell sounds loudly for all of the world to hear.



“And the winner of this match by knockout and NEW FAWN LIGHTWEIGHT CHAMPION… DIAMOND STEELE!!!”



The referee hands Diamond the Championship and she smiles as she rests it against her shoulder. She smiles as she remains seated and looks out into the audience. “Two matches in and I am already the best thing in the entire Lightweight division. I told Hazeema she wasn’t better than me, and tonight she gets to have dreams with this arse in her face. Which of these yankers in this division will try to step to me?!”



With that, she finally lifts herself off Hazeema’s nose and raises her arms high into the air along with the championship. The fans begin to boo before she looks to McMurray. She places a single foot on her naval and raises the title even higher. She finally takes her leave sliding outside of the ring where she shoves the championship into the fans' faces while having a smile on her face that can light up an entire room.