Post by hawkeye on Jul 1, 2024 2:36:17 GMT
With the FAWNatics revving up for their next ‘Sweltering’ display, the announcer barks over the public address.
“Our next match will be a Triple Threat. Introducing first…”
The buzz in the crowd increases, the fans ready to see who will tear it up in the chaotic pandemonium such a fight could create.
Lady Gaga’s ‘Applause’ echoes throughout the arena, the jeering crowd unhappy with the imminent arrival.
(https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pco91kroVgQ )
Somehow appropriate considering the Olympics pending in Paris, the arrogant almost-Olympian gymnast and nasty nymph of FAWN’s lightweight division acrobatically tumbles to center stage as if she’s amidst a medal-winning floor routine.
The diminutive Domi sticks the landing, her muscular frame in a standing spreadeagle, demanding an ovation from her stance.
DOMI DALY
But the hate Domi’s accrued through a career where, for the most part, she’s shown the fans and her fellow roster members nothing but disdain, washes over instead.
The Mighty Mite revels in the swarm’s negative emotions, knowing the fans’ animosity is fueled by jealousy of her unrivalled athletic excellence and wrestling brilliance.
Having used her physical gifts to run roughshod in Japan for the last couple years, Daly’s return to reclaim a spot atop the sub-125 division hasn’t blossomed as she’d like, but every assignment to a Pay-Per-View offered an opportunity.
The vertically challenged hardbody is decked out in a gleaming red and blue leotard dusted with tiny stars of white. Strategic rips reveal several swatches of Daly’s trim midriff, her chiseled tummy matching the perfectly sculpted shoulders, arms and thighs. The look is complete with matching white tape on her wrists and ankles, chalk powder on her palms and the soles of her bare feet.
Daly throws her head back, long, dark hair in a classic ponytail. She cups her hands around her mouth and shouts “HIT IT!”
The lights turn strobe, flickering on and off so fast even the most attentive fans can’t follow the effortlessly intricate series of tumbles, handsprings, flips and cartwheels that take the exotic brunette down the ramp. Tracking her is made all the more difficult by the thunderous trail of gold pyro accompanying her journey from one end of the ramp to the other.
When the lights regain their equilibrium, Daly is on the outside of the nearest top turnbuckle.
Dominique throws her hands overhead in a ‘V’ and launches heavenward before spiraling into a descent that plants her in the center of the ring as the announcer returns to his introduction.
“Hailing from Portland, Oregon. She stands five feet two inches tall and weighs in at one hundred and twelve pounds. She is the Mighty Mite…and the ultimate athlete…DOMINIQUE DALY!”
The crowd’s further chance to exhibit their disgust with Domi is cut short when Daly grabs the stick and shoos the announcer back.
“This division isn’t ready for me. Bring out these two little bytches, so I can go gymnasty all over them!”
Dominique is buried under an avalanche of boos and catcalls.
Shaking her head, smirk firmly in place, Daly tosses the stick back to the announcer, moves to the far corner and begins her stretching routine to the pleasure of the nearby crowd.
“And her opponent…”
Guessing the next munchkin to arrive must be more popular than the first, the FAWNatics roar in anticipation.
“Hailing from Atlantic City, New Jersey… She stands five feet eight inches tall and weighs in at one hundred and thirty-three pounds…THE PRIMA BALLERINA…CASEY NEWSOME!!!!!”
As the Offspring’s “Defy You” pumps over the arena’s sound system, Newsome shoots through the curtain, moving to center stage, the crowd ‘OOOOHING’, for this is not another lightweight, but at a destroyer-class pick of the litter.
CASEY NEWSOME
The woman who made her name huge after leaving FAWN only to return, become its World Champion on her grand opening night performance but then have The Brat take it back on her first defense, beams under the love of the sellout of spectators.
“LEMME HEAR YA!!!” the brunette shouts and the FAWNatics do not disappoint her, responding with another thunderous ovation.
Apparently satisfied, the recent returnee AND ex-champion starts toward the ring, crisscrossing from the left side of the aisle to the right and back to slap hands with the assembled adoring masses.
Though Braddock had ‘hooked and crooked’ her way back to the top spot; humbling the Cali Quake if even for a month continues to put Newsome in good stead.
Casey wears a metallic blue two piece, a white sash serving as a belt around her waist, tied off just above her right hip. White pads and boots complete her ensemble, save for one glaring detail: a black protective brace, encasing her right knee, an unfortunate accompaniment for the former dancer since the start of her wrestling career. It was now more protective in nature but still a nasty calling card of a life-altering moment that happily led her to a very successful vocation.
Skipping up the ring steps, Newsome moonwalks her way to the middle of the apron.
Turning her back to the ring, Casey earns an “Ooooooooooooh!” from the FAWNatics when she drops into a set of splits—the long-ago injury to her knee having apparently done little to rob her of her flexibility. She rolls underneath the bottom rope, lower limbs remaining wide.
Back somersaulting into a handstand before an unimpressed and yawning Daly, Casey deftly drops to her boot soles, takes a smirking look at the bite-sized Ultimate Athlete. She lifts her arms high and wide to draw more applause than Dominique could ever dream to receive, then heads for her own home base.
With the FAWNatics at high boil, Trina’s “Da Baddest Bytch” erupts both loud and clear, the assembled galvanizing in a frenzy, the audience losing their collective shyt.
(http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LelyKR72gBI )
Seconds later, the curtain parts and out steps THE physical specimen every bit as striking as any in the history of the organization. There was and perhaps would be no one more feared.
The original Amazon, glittering in a gold two piece, moves to center stage, then standing solemnly.
PANDORA
Nearly five years removed from relinquishing her full-time duties of domination, the most fulsome MMA color commentator and Only Fans multi-millionaire inspects her former subjects. Having moved to the broadcast booth after an ill-fated guest appearance against a woman nearly her physical equal, Dayna Erza, the very thought of Pandora still packs an incredible punch.
As the Amazonian ideal strides down the ramp, ignoring the cacophony and the reach of a forest of arms, Panny remains gloriously majestic.
The impossibly curvy beach blonde reaches the squared circle and starts up the steps, sliding through seductively, ready to pocket what surely is a payday of epic proportions.
Standing just south of six feet tall, her previously indelible white bikini is replaced with a version offering shining golden treasures, the pieces stretched to their limits to contain her double-Ds. Boots and pads also gilded.
As she moves to the middle, the lights dance off Pandora’s impossibly bronzed, impossibly smooth abdomen.
Calling for a microphone, Panny waits impatiently for a FAWN flunky to race into the ring and provide the Amazon her amplification. Pandora raises the device to her lips as her music and the sounds of the crowd respectfully fade.
“Ladies and gentlemen. The reason why your blood pressure is spiking and why these ladies are shitting their gear. From parts known only by the pretty privileged, standing five feet and ten and 3/4 inches tall and weighing 151 pounds...your dream and their nightmare…PANDORA!”
Panny throws the stick to the canvas, raising her arms high and wide, reveling in her words and the unfamiliar ovation she receives, the arrival of Casey substantially dwarfed by such a homecoming, even if only a one-off.
With a predatory smile, Pandora backpedals to her corner, eyeing both women with a voracious smile.
Across, Domi seems to wonder what preposterous position she’s put herself in. To the left, Casey’s nose scrunches, her hackles rising, knowing she could reclaim all her lost momentum with a defeat of the titanic icon.
At the bell, Domi sidles her way toward Pandora, remaining a few feet removed from the curious Amazon.
“This trespasser thinks she can step in here and make FAWN hers,” Daly posits. “Erase everything we’ve built up and remake the origanization in her image.”
Panny glances eagerly at a poised Casey, the Lead Dancer wary of the discussion and holding her fire to see the results.
“It’s time we give her a welcome to FAWN she’ll never forget,” Dominique continues.
The goddess in gold nods.
“It is an interesting idea,” she adds.
Pandora holds up her right palm for a high five with the ponytailed brunette. Grin emerging on Domi’s Pac Rim features, she hops to slap hands when Pandora shifts and dips, wrapping her arms around the chiseled midriff of the diminutive aerialist.
Encased in an embrace around her waist, Daly winces as Pandora cinches her bearhug.
“But why do I need YOU to show her the error of her ways?”
Once FAWN’s most feared before going part-time, Panny shows why it was and perhaps still is the case, giving the captured and squirming Daly a ragged rattle while simultaneously staring at a confused Casey.
“They put this in here with us for comic relief,” she says to Newsome. “That or they want someone a size the crowd can relate to. I’m not interested in what they want. I want you.”
Pandora shifts the gasping, bug-eyed Daly out of the hug, military pressing the Mighty Mite high overhead, many in the crowd agape, perhaps having not fully recalled the Amazon’s power until this moment.
Casey watches with rapt interest, feeling no evident need to save a woman who transpired against the newcomer.
Before Panny can follow through and deposit Domi to earth with a ring-rattling Military Press Slam, the exotic Oregonian wriggles out of the towering blonde’s control, dropping to the balls of her feet behind a startled Panny.
Dominique lands a forearm shiver to Pandora’s mid-back that has the effect of a flea bite, more annoying than painful. Slowly, Pandora turns to stare down the former gymnast, Domi realizing she may have made a second BIG mistake. Daly, gazing up at the embodiment of power, throws her palms forward plaintively, backpedaling to the ropes, ready to plead for mercy.
She dives and rolls clear when Pandora lurches forward, accelerated by another forearm blast between her shoulderblades, this one by Newsome. And this one packs some punch, having at least moved its target. But Pandora is more peeved than anything else, spinning to face a woman that at least posed interesting questions.
The combatants lock up in a collar-and-elbow, struggling momentarily for leverage quickly claimed by the tanned tower. Once possessed, Panny smoothly walks Casey into her corner, pressing the Prima Ballerina’s back to the buckles.
From the side, head referee Nick Castle calls for a break and, perhaps surprisingly, the Amazon releases her grip and retreats a few steps. A surprised Casey nods in appreciation when Panny pitches toward her, SPLASHING the brunette beneath her ample curves.
Dominique, having NAILED Pandora with a dropkick to back, forced the blonde titan into the unplanned attack. A smirking Daly kips to her feet, proud to have used Panny as her weapon. For her part, an unamused Pandora turns with a death stare firmly in place on her flawless features.
Domi motions Pandora forward, even while backpedaling, and the Golden Goddess marches toward the Mite. Seemingly ready to throw her comparatively miniscule weight at Panny, Dominique races forward, but deftly baseball slides between the muscular stems of the Amazon.
Leaping to her bare feet after, Daly proceeds to send a much smaller but effective avalanche of flesh into the stunned Casey, Domi taking to the air to deliver her mini-splash, THUMPING her small if taut frame airborne into Newsome’s chest and face.
Bouncing off her dazed target, Daly is corralled from behind by an advancing Pandora, the Amazon lowering to capture the former gymnast in a waistlock, then tossing Domi like a dolly overhead in an astonishingly easy belly-to-back suplex.
However, Domi uses her immense acrobatic skill to rotate through the backflipping toss and stick a landing on her bare tootsies. The malicious Mite sprints in from Pandora’s six and throws a chop block into her foe’s left knee, felling the curvy redwood to that knee, pain registering on Panny’s puss.
Scrambling to her feet, Dominique doesn’t waste an instant, shooting to the ropes to Pandora’s right and rebounding at full speed, then using the raised knee of the Golden Goddess to land a Shining Wizard kick to the Amazon’s right temple, Pandora collapsing to her side from the blow.
With an amazed audience looking on, the diminutive Ultimate Athlete presses a shellshocked Panny to her back and climbs atop her battleship-class foe, hooking a muscular thigh with both arms and rolling to a back press for the…
ONE…
Pandora shoves Domi to her feet and into the arms of Casey, the brunette’s wings scooping under the strapping glutes of the Mighty Mite. Newsome pivots with her newly collected cargo, drops to her knees, and SLAMS Daly to the deck with a THUMPING Spinebuster.
Domi arches in anguish from the incredible force of the impact and is matchbooked by the quick-thinking newcomer and recently dethroned World Champion, Casey pressing her torso into the raised haunches of the former gymnast folding the spandex-clad flyweight for the…
ONE…
TWO…
The Olympic alternate’s body springs open, Domi saving the match both for herself and the blinking Pandora, who begins pushing to her feet next to a rising Casey and a rolling Daly, Domi ceding the ring to the bigger girls, evidently planning a time out while Pandora and the Prima Ballerina beat on each other.
Newsome, turning from an escaping Domi, lands a forearm flush to Panny’s hulking rack.
With Pandora on her heels from the blow, Casey u-turns and hits the cables. Picking up energy from the springboarding strands, the brunette lowers the BOOM with a shoulderblock to Panny’s sternum. The impact barely nudges her foe.
Pandora motions the newbie to try again. Newsome is up for the task. She spins and hits the rubber-coated steel a second time, rebounding off the ropes, ready to plant the flaxen-haired powerhouse. But instead, Pandora thrusts a shoulder forward just before her adversary’s arrival, catching Casey the barest bit off-balance. Newsome is sent PLOWING into the deck at warp speed. The Prima Ballerina looks up in astonishment at the Golden Goddess, amazed at how easily she’s been taken off her feet.
Casey sweeps her educated feet into the ankles of the burly blonde, tripping Panny to her knees. A half-risen Newsome meets her there, each woman surrounding the other with their enveloping arms. The fighters are chest to chest, in a girding embrace, bearhug to bearhug on their knees, all the power of the clinch reliant on straining biceps, their legs removed from the equation.
With the big girls bearhugging, the former gymnast races at each, Daly sends them to shoulders and hips with a precise dropkick, knocking her bare soles into the twosome’s temples.
Dazed blonde and brunette end shoulder to shoulder, staring into the rafters blankly, their eyes blinking wide from the potentially concussive impact. And while each tries to regain their senses, Daly heads for the nearest set of buckles.
With her foes in splayed single files, Dominique reaches the penthouse. She turns and dips into a crouch, then launches into the stratosphere, the Mighty Mite perhaps unmatched in the heights she reaches at the zenith of her journey. Collapsing in a tight tuck at the top, Daly opens wide on her descent like a ponytailed flying squirrel, Domi CRASHING across the midriff of each adversary with the froggiest of splashes.
Pandora and Casey jackknife under the impact of the bite-sized grappler, eyes bugging, gasping for breath. Domi scrambles atop the golden goddess in a lateral press for the…
ONE…
TWO…
Panny tosses Domi to her bare tootsies. Ignoring the supreme show of power, Daly instantly assaults the downed counterpart with an acrobatic somersault senton across Newsome’s abdomen, doubling up on the FAWN newbie.
The near Olympian snatches a muscular thigh of the Prima Ballerina and rolls into a back press cradle pin for the…
ONE…
TWO…
Again, Daly skyrockets back to her feet from a feral shove by the Lead Dancer.
Turning to find the curvy Amazon that made her task of winning more than doubly difficult, the Pac Rim beauty gamely charges the wobbly Pandora.
Leaping into the big blonde’s arms, Daly folds to a tuck tight against Pandora’s hulking bosom, knees tight to her foe’s rack, hands wrapping around the back of Panny’s neck. The agitated blonde tries to throw Dominique off like the gnat she is, and she does, but the Mite still has a tight hold on the Amazon’s golden locks.
As Daly flies outward from Pandora, she tugs Panny’s upper half with her, delivering a facebuster to FAWN’s Most Feared, the Amazon levelled, features and breasts bruised by the spectacular landing.
Leaping Facebuster ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=INVyJk3KF0k&list=PL_6167CLp8VeyGDzioYN3WSZ7_kupMEsK ) :13
Popping to her feet after landing on her knees, the almond-shaped peepers of the Oregonian widen as a rushing Casey bears down, seeking to remove Domi’s head from her shoulders with a Big Boot. Daly nimbly ducks under the potential decapitation.
The leotard-clad Dominique sprints for the ropes, throws her taut, abbreviated frame into the strands, and rockets back at Newsone, the bigger brunette spinning to face her.
Daly propels herself forward with a crossbody splash to Casey’s chest, fully expecting to knock the newbie and former World Champ to the canvas.
But the Prima Ballerina simply absorbs the former gymnast, catching Domi. Despite the frantic wriggling from the ponytailed brunette, Newsome controls her foe, eventually dropping her cargo to the thinly-sheathed floorboards with a Faling Powerslam. The ring rattles from the impact on Domi’s spinal column.
The Mite barely has time to process the pain pulsating through her body when the destroyer-class badass scoops Domi off the canvas and back in place across her bosom. Showing incredible strength, Casey shovels her load up and over, Domi plummeting to the mat for the second time, this trip courtesy a follow-up fallaway slam.
Falling Powerslam to a Fallaway Slam ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=L0_4UhK4Bws )
With the munchkin’s momentum dispatched, Newsome spryly kips to her feet, the crowd roaring, then almost instantly shouting warnings, but too late.
A risen Pandora delivers a forearm shiver to the back of Casey’s skull, the brunette lurching into the buckles before her. Panny follows her target in, spinning Newsome to face her before lighting up the newcomer with a stinging backhand chop to the clavicle, leaving the Prima Ballerina with a huge welt as she slumps into the buckles.
The golden-clad Amazon spins and jogs to the far corner, the crowd mesmerized by the sight of Panny’s agitating curves. Pandora taps the top and turns. She collects surprising speed on her dash across the canvas, Panny launching from a few feet out and absolutely BURYING Casey under a tidal wave of flesh, the avalanche of the golden goddess CRUSHING Newsome beneath.
Out on her feet but remaining upright with the help of the corner when the Amazon shifts to the side, Casey is sent to the mat with a dismissive heave. Splayed at the foot of the buckles, Newsome is an inviting target and, indeed, Pandora climbs to the middle ropes, grabbing the top strand on either side as she measures the brunette’s body.
Panny bounces on her perch several times, then throws her well-rounded, substantial frame out behind her, descending in a devastating Panny Bomb that blows poor Casey to smithereens!
Panny Bomb ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=JKk4YSMPo3k )
The smirking Amazon lies across the demolished Lead Dancer in the readymade pin for what seems the inevitable…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOO!
A nearly tardy Daly breaks up Castle’s count with a standing somersault splash, barely budging Pandora. But it’s enough to do the job as far as Nick is concerned and keeps the match without a winner.
Having shaken off Domi, a stewing Panny turns her baby blues like lasers on Dominique. The Amazon ascends as Daly backpedals, throwing up plaintive palms, offering apologies as Pandora advances upon her.
Panny backs the diminutive Domi into a corner, trapping her in the juncture of the ropes. Daly drops to one knee, pleading with the Amazon, pledging her help to finish off Newsome and give Pandora the victory.
“You mean like the help you just gave me?”
As the blonde battleship reaches for Daly’s ponytail, the former gymnast scuttles forward on hands and knees, trying to slip through the tanned stems of her titanic foe.
Panny snaps her legs shut, trapping the brunette between. Pandora snatches the spandex just above Domi’s waistline and YANKS it up, wedging the space age polymer far between Dominique’s muscular glutes. She begins sawing into the tender tissue.
“How about we treat these people to a little FAWN old school, little bug?”
Daly yelps in pain from the vile use of her leotard. It turns to fear when Pandora pulls the featherweight from her scissors and lifts her by the brunette’s hip and throat, then choke slams her into the buckles behind Dominique.
Wincing as she judiciously pulls the lycra from multiple private cracks, Domi’s eyes bug wide when Pandora’s fingers again surround her throat. With frightening ease, she seats Daly on the top buckle, the once-upon-a-time Lightweight Champion slumping and gasping when released.
Pandora climbs to the middle ropes in front of the Mite, draws Daly to her bare feet, then scoops and ‘hups’ Domi across her shoulders in a fireman’s carry. The FAWNatics buzz with anticipation as Pandora secures her grip while maintaining her balance. They don’t wait long as the golden goddess lays out from her elevated perch and nearly drives Domi THROUGH the mat with an Avalanche Angle Slam.
Avalanche Angle Slam ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=1yi_mIMpl9Q )
The obliterated Daly barrel rolls once to a wide spreadeagle, ending only a couple feet removed from a recovering Newsome. The Prima Ballerina dives across Daly’s carcass in a lateral press for the…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOO!
A furious Pandora plucks Casey off one victim to create another, wrapping both hands around Newsome’s throat and lifting her off the tiny wreckage pile that is the former gymnast.
Casey’s eyes bulge wide as she tries to pry Panny’s clutching digits off, but only Castle’s count breaks the grip.
The Amazon chests up with her more realistic adversary, knocking the breathless brunette into a backpedal that ends with Casey’s vertebrae against the same buckles proving so devastating to the comatose Dominique.
With Newsome slumping in the corner, Panny’s strength and growingly fiery temperament turning the three-way into a one-way massacre, Pandora climbs to the bottom ropes this time, proceeding to mash her opponent’s mug with the infamous expanse of her terrifically tanned tummy.
Casey’s forced into some signature Navel Gazing, the Amazon enjoying her ab-centric version of a smother, the impossibly curvy blonde bracketing the braincase of the Lead Dancer with her hands, so Newsome has no choice to suckle taut belly instead of find oxygen. Casey flails madly within her confines and, again, Nick is Newsome’s only salvation. His tardy count reaches ‘FOUR’ before Panny drops to the deck and retreats a couple steps, enjoying her good work.
The golden goddess glances over her shoulder to see Daly stirring but still flat on her back. In front of her a greasy-faced Casey sits weak-kneed on the middle buckle, looking partially melted from her time under the heat of Panny’s midriff.
Dora the Dominator lifts her arms high and wide, having waylaid both competitors, and the crowd feels obligated to provide a healthy ovation. Though never a fan favorite, the masses could still appreciate the majestic monster. The Amazon nods. No acknowledgement was necessary to confirm once more she is FAWN’s Most Feared whenever she enters the ring, part-time or no, still it was good to see the little people confront reality.
Panny cups the back of Newsome’s neck with her right hand and pivots to toss her foe out of the corner, the newly added free agent being shown the flash in the pan she is in comparison to the golden goddess.
Casey rolls to a stop next to the flattened toy soldier in Domi, shoulder to shoulder, both staring glassy-eyed into the lights above, and a wide grin emerges on Pandora’s flawless features.
The Amazon races to the battered brunettes and takes to the air above them, the FAWNatics preemptively groaning at the pending results, each woman soon to be little but a pressed pancake from a double Tummy Tuck splash, each set of features to be flattened by the Amazon’s abdomen.
But on Panny’s downward trajectory, each of her fellow combatants find the resolve to push clear, leaving Pandora to THUMP directly to the canvas-covered plywood, bouncing several inches off the deck she hits with so much force. Flopping to her back, a grimacing Pandora cradles her massive mammaries with one arm and her mottled belly with the other.
Feet away, the escapees appear in no better shape.
With all three sweat-soaked women spread in various states of disrepair and unable to rise, the crowd chants its approval.
“THIS…IS…AWESOME!”
While Castle may agree, he has a job to do and begins counting each grappler toward the ten-spot that would end the match without a winner.
A frowning Pandora pushes to hands and knees. She pivots up to one knee twisting to find her opponents and discovers the veteran lightweight rushing toward her. Using Panny’s elevated knee as a platform, Domi PLOWS a Shining Wizard kick into the Amazon’s jaw, returning Panny to the canvas, the blonde flat on her back.
Shining Wizard ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=8A2DIkfiAKQ )
Daly scurries back to her feet only to be gutted by a boot from the fabulous free agent now FAWN roster member. The Mite is doubled in front of Newsome, then tugged to an arched dragon sleeper position alongside the bigger brunette.
Using the power Dominique lacks, Casey WHIPS Daly’s diminutive frame around her body, PLANTING Domi’s skull into the deck with a Swinging Flatliner.
Swinging Flatliner ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=XncnM2W6WJs )
Unfortunately for the Prima Ballerina, the momentum of the swing on the tiny terror sends Daly rolling under the nearby ropes and out, Daly plopping to the arena floor below.
On her haunches, ready to claim victory but finding luck against her, Newsome slaps the canvas in frustration. Turning to her alternative path to triumph, Casey surges toward a risen but wobbly Panny. She leaps and grabs Pandora around the back of her head, drawing her foe’s chin to the crown of her skull. The lithe dancer drops to a set of splits and ROCKS the golden goddess with a jawbreaker, staggering Panny but not dropping her.
Split-legged Jawbreaker ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=FZ-7bU4X_88 )
Casey pops to her feet and hustles to the ropes in front of the gobsmacked Panny. She rebounds at full speed and lifts her right leg high on the inbound, CRASHING the boot sole of her lead leg into the same attack point of the Mite’s Wizard with a Bicycle Kick.
Bicycle Kick (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ySnLmICxhDA )
But instead of rocketing to the canvas, Pandora somehow remains upright. She backpedals to the ropes but stays vertical with their assistance. Baby blues glassy, the addled Amazon pushes from the strands, stumbling toward a rising Newsome, Pandora still in attack mode with an attic full of cobwebs.
Casey grabs the wrist of the advancing Panny and alters her route, giving the curvy blonde a detour and a boost of momentum, Irish Whipping FAWN’s Most Feared to a startling stop, the ring shaking as Pandora turns into a back-first collision with the corner.
Racing after her faltering foe, Newsome buries a shoulder into Panny’s notorious midriff and pivots through the ropes while the golden goddess groans from the impact.
Grabbing the top strand, the Prima Ballerina shows her athleticism thrusting a kick over the cables, booting Panny’s left temple, Pandora’s eyes turning from glassy to glazed from the continued knocks to her noggin.
Still, the redwood won’t be felled. She stumbles to the middle but turns back to the corner from whence she came. For Casey and the growing legion of her fans, this is ideal, as the Lead Dancer’s climbed to the top from the outside and springboards off the rubber-coated steel. The destroyer-class brunette skies toward the wobbling Pandora, CRASHING across the blonde’s chin and riding the curves to the canvas with a spectacular meteora.
Springboard meteora ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=PVBk_Nug0xI )
The crowd erupts with Panny finally taken off her feet.
Having bounced off her adversary from the impact, Casey scrambles to the annihilated Amazon, hooking a long muscular stem and rolling to a back press pin for the…
ONE…
TWO…
Pandora shoves Newsome to a seated position next to her, breaking the pin and drawing an emotion-filled moan from the FAWNatics. So close!
The Prima Ballerina shows her focus. Unwilling to dwell on the near fall, she plucks a reeling Pandora off the deck by a wrist and shoulder. She bullies the bigger, curvier colossus into the ropes and flings her to the opposite cables. As Panny bounces her way to the far strands, then rebounds in a u-turn, Newsome sets center stage.
Casey dips low and Pandora gets the regrettable idea she’ll leapfrog her Amazonian frame over the stooped Newsome. As Panny takes off, the Lead Dancer catches the blonde around the thighs and lifts the golden goddess to shoulder height. With the baby blues of FAWN’s Most Feared’s wide with shock and anxiety, Casey splatters Panny to the deck with her Bravura, a ring-rattling, pop-up powerbomb, taking the breath and fight from the Amazon.
Bravura ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=Uc1CzcZvhDA )
Keeping control of Pandora’s raised legs, Newsome leans forward and drops to hands and knees capturing the demolished Panny in a Gator Clutch for the…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOO!
With the legs of a shattered Pandora bracketing the Amazon’s head and the blonde’s ass pointed to the rafters, it’s wasn’t Panny stopping the count.
Instead, the shrewd Domi, having reentered with Pandora on Newsome’s shoulders, grabs Casey by her dark locks and the spandex on her foe’s hip and tears Newsome off a split-second before the victory.
Focused on finishing the Amazon, the Prima Ballerina isn’t ready for the Mite’s chicanery.
Dominique runs Casey to the ropes and tosses the off-balance Newsome through them, the Lead Dander tumbling off the apron to the floor below.
With Newsome having ruined Pandora with her Bravura ‘bomb’, the blonde still matchbooked and semi-conscious, Daly dives across the back of Panny’s upturned knees and keeps the Amazon shoulders-down and ass-up for the…
ONE…
TWO…
THREEE!
Seeing a furious Casey climbing back in the squared circle, Domi isn’t waiting for Castle to raise an arm or for the formal announcement. She scurries out the way opposite Casey reenters.
Newsone drops to her knees next to the splayed flaxen-haired Amazon, the agent of Pandora’s doom but not the benefactor. Her head falls into her hands while Castle joins Domi on the outside and raises an abbreviated arm as the official word comes.
“Your winner via pinfall…DONINIQUE DALY!”
As the FAWNatics offer their loud displeasure, a jubilant Domi moves to the timekeeper and grabs a microphone.
“I kicked both huge backsides of these losers!” the ponytailed brunette bellows between heavy breaths.
“Neither of them nor any of you thought I could do it for a second. And here I am, the winner. And do you know why? Because none of them or you can grasp, I’m the Ultimate Athlete. The best this place has ever seen. Those dolts in the ring can’t deal and no one backstage can either. I’m just spitting facts and I’ll do it all the way to Mania, so who’s going to feed me on the way there?”
Suddenly, the glorious, melodious and upbeat Sixpence None The Richer’s ‘There She Goes’ sweeps through the arena and the audience, Corps included, roars to its collective feet.
( www.youtube.com/watch?v=tMfXeuv4kZE )
The foremost FAWN original remaining pushes stands center stage, Kylie absorbing the crowd’s adulation, the sight of their reborn Girl Scout eliciting rekindled love for the silvery-bobbed beauty.
KYLIE SANDERS
Drawing on echoes of her original gear, Sanders sports a simple yellow-gold sports bra topside with black boy-cut shorts, black boots and pads.
With stick in hand, Sanders raises it to her Cupid’s Arrow lips.
“Daly. Once upon a time, you retired me from this organization. That was one of the lowest points of my career. I’ve never fully paid you back the way I’d like, so if you’re looking for somebody at Red, White and Bruised, I’m your girl!”
The former gymnast is monetarily flustered, but the crowd booming chants of ‘YES! YES! YES!’ seems to leave Domi little choice.
“You got it, Sanders. And this time I’m going to show you the door for good!”
Kylie grins and nods.
“You’ll try.”
The Platinum Pixie drops her mic and heads for the exit.
A steamed Domi tries to regain the energy for her celebration but the moment’s lost. She tosses her microphone away and moves up the ramp, incredibly leaving a stirring Pandora and a disbelieving Casey in her wake.
“Our next match will be a Triple Threat. Introducing first…”
The buzz in the crowd increases, the fans ready to see who will tear it up in the chaotic pandemonium such a fight could create.
Lady Gaga’s ‘Applause’ echoes throughout the arena, the jeering crowd unhappy with the imminent arrival.
(https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pco91kroVgQ )
Somehow appropriate considering the Olympics pending in Paris, the arrogant almost-Olympian gymnast and nasty nymph of FAWN’s lightweight division acrobatically tumbles to center stage as if she’s amidst a medal-winning floor routine.
The diminutive Domi sticks the landing, her muscular frame in a standing spreadeagle, demanding an ovation from her stance.
DOMI DALY
But the hate Domi’s accrued through a career where, for the most part, she’s shown the fans and her fellow roster members nothing but disdain, washes over instead.
The Mighty Mite revels in the swarm’s negative emotions, knowing the fans’ animosity is fueled by jealousy of her unrivalled athletic excellence and wrestling brilliance.
Having used her physical gifts to run roughshod in Japan for the last couple years, Daly’s return to reclaim a spot atop the sub-125 division hasn’t blossomed as she’d like, but every assignment to a Pay-Per-View offered an opportunity.
The vertically challenged hardbody is decked out in a gleaming red and blue leotard dusted with tiny stars of white. Strategic rips reveal several swatches of Daly’s trim midriff, her chiseled tummy matching the perfectly sculpted shoulders, arms and thighs. The look is complete with matching white tape on her wrists and ankles, chalk powder on her palms and the soles of her bare feet.
Daly throws her head back, long, dark hair in a classic ponytail. She cups her hands around her mouth and shouts “HIT IT!”
The lights turn strobe, flickering on and off so fast even the most attentive fans can’t follow the effortlessly intricate series of tumbles, handsprings, flips and cartwheels that take the exotic brunette down the ramp. Tracking her is made all the more difficult by the thunderous trail of gold pyro accompanying her journey from one end of the ramp to the other.
When the lights regain their equilibrium, Daly is on the outside of the nearest top turnbuckle.
Dominique throws her hands overhead in a ‘V’ and launches heavenward before spiraling into a descent that plants her in the center of the ring as the announcer returns to his introduction.
“Hailing from Portland, Oregon. She stands five feet two inches tall and weighs in at one hundred and twelve pounds. She is the Mighty Mite…and the ultimate athlete…DOMINIQUE DALY!”
The crowd’s further chance to exhibit their disgust with Domi is cut short when Daly grabs the stick and shoos the announcer back.
“This division isn’t ready for me. Bring out these two little bytches, so I can go gymnasty all over them!”
Dominique is buried under an avalanche of boos and catcalls.
Shaking her head, smirk firmly in place, Daly tosses the stick back to the announcer, moves to the far corner and begins her stretching routine to the pleasure of the nearby crowd.
“And her opponent…”
Guessing the next munchkin to arrive must be more popular than the first, the FAWNatics roar in anticipation.
“Hailing from Atlantic City, New Jersey… She stands five feet eight inches tall and weighs in at one hundred and thirty-three pounds…THE PRIMA BALLERINA…CASEY NEWSOME!!!!!”
As the Offspring’s “Defy You” pumps over the arena’s sound system, Newsome shoots through the curtain, moving to center stage, the crowd ‘OOOOHING’, for this is not another lightweight, but at a destroyer-class pick of the litter.
CASEY NEWSOME
The woman who made her name huge after leaving FAWN only to return, become its World Champion on her grand opening night performance but then have The Brat take it back on her first defense, beams under the love of the sellout of spectators.
“LEMME HEAR YA!!!” the brunette shouts and the FAWNatics do not disappoint her, responding with another thunderous ovation.
Apparently satisfied, the recent returnee AND ex-champion starts toward the ring, crisscrossing from the left side of the aisle to the right and back to slap hands with the assembled adoring masses.
Though Braddock had ‘hooked and crooked’ her way back to the top spot; humbling the Cali Quake if even for a month continues to put Newsome in good stead.
Casey wears a metallic blue two piece, a white sash serving as a belt around her waist, tied off just above her right hip. White pads and boots complete her ensemble, save for one glaring detail: a black protective brace, encasing her right knee, an unfortunate accompaniment for the former dancer since the start of her wrestling career. It was now more protective in nature but still a nasty calling card of a life-altering moment that happily led her to a very successful vocation.
Skipping up the ring steps, Newsome moonwalks her way to the middle of the apron.
Turning her back to the ring, Casey earns an “Ooooooooooooh!” from the FAWNatics when she drops into a set of splits—the long-ago injury to her knee having apparently done little to rob her of her flexibility. She rolls underneath the bottom rope, lower limbs remaining wide.
Back somersaulting into a handstand before an unimpressed and yawning Daly, Casey deftly drops to her boot soles, takes a smirking look at the bite-sized Ultimate Athlete. She lifts her arms high and wide to draw more applause than Dominique could ever dream to receive, then heads for her own home base.
With the FAWNatics at high boil, Trina’s “Da Baddest Bytch” erupts both loud and clear, the assembled galvanizing in a frenzy, the audience losing their collective shyt.
(http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LelyKR72gBI )
Seconds later, the curtain parts and out steps THE physical specimen every bit as striking as any in the history of the organization. There was and perhaps would be no one more feared.
The original Amazon, glittering in a gold two piece, moves to center stage, then standing solemnly.
PANDORA
Nearly five years removed from relinquishing her full-time duties of domination, the most fulsome MMA color commentator and Only Fans multi-millionaire inspects her former subjects. Having moved to the broadcast booth after an ill-fated guest appearance against a woman nearly her physical equal, Dayna Erza, the very thought of Pandora still packs an incredible punch.
As the Amazonian ideal strides down the ramp, ignoring the cacophony and the reach of a forest of arms, Panny remains gloriously majestic.
The impossibly curvy beach blonde reaches the squared circle and starts up the steps, sliding through seductively, ready to pocket what surely is a payday of epic proportions.
Standing just south of six feet tall, her previously indelible white bikini is replaced with a version offering shining golden treasures, the pieces stretched to their limits to contain her double-Ds. Boots and pads also gilded.
As she moves to the middle, the lights dance off Pandora’s impossibly bronzed, impossibly smooth abdomen.
Calling for a microphone, Panny waits impatiently for a FAWN flunky to race into the ring and provide the Amazon her amplification. Pandora raises the device to her lips as her music and the sounds of the crowd respectfully fade.
“Ladies and gentlemen. The reason why your blood pressure is spiking and why these ladies are shitting their gear. From parts known only by the pretty privileged, standing five feet and ten and 3/4 inches tall and weighing 151 pounds...your dream and their nightmare…PANDORA!”
Panny throws the stick to the canvas, raising her arms high and wide, reveling in her words and the unfamiliar ovation she receives, the arrival of Casey substantially dwarfed by such a homecoming, even if only a one-off.
With a predatory smile, Pandora backpedals to her corner, eyeing both women with a voracious smile.
Across, Domi seems to wonder what preposterous position she’s put herself in. To the left, Casey’s nose scrunches, her hackles rising, knowing she could reclaim all her lost momentum with a defeat of the titanic icon.
At the bell, Domi sidles her way toward Pandora, remaining a few feet removed from the curious Amazon.
“This trespasser thinks she can step in here and make FAWN hers,” Daly posits. “Erase everything we’ve built up and remake the origanization in her image.”
Panny glances eagerly at a poised Casey, the Lead Dancer wary of the discussion and holding her fire to see the results.
“It’s time we give her a welcome to FAWN she’ll never forget,” Dominique continues.
The goddess in gold nods.
“It is an interesting idea,” she adds.
Pandora holds up her right palm for a high five with the ponytailed brunette. Grin emerging on Domi’s Pac Rim features, she hops to slap hands when Pandora shifts and dips, wrapping her arms around the chiseled midriff of the diminutive aerialist.
Encased in an embrace around her waist, Daly winces as Pandora cinches her bearhug.
“But why do I need YOU to show her the error of her ways?”
Once FAWN’s most feared before going part-time, Panny shows why it was and perhaps still is the case, giving the captured and squirming Daly a ragged rattle while simultaneously staring at a confused Casey.
“They put this in here with us for comic relief,” she says to Newsome. “That or they want someone a size the crowd can relate to. I’m not interested in what they want. I want you.”
Pandora shifts the gasping, bug-eyed Daly out of the hug, military pressing the Mighty Mite high overhead, many in the crowd agape, perhaps having not fully recalled the Amazon’s power until this moment.
Casey watches with rapt interest, feeling no evident need to save a woman who transpired against the newcomer.
Before Panny can follow through and deposit Domi to earth with a ring-rattling Military Press Slam, the exotic Oregonian wriggles out of the towering blonde’s control, dropping to the balls of her feet behind a startled Panny.
Dominique lands a forearm shiver to Pandora’s mid-back that has the effect of a flea bite, more annoying than painful. Slowly, Pandora turns to stare down the former gymnast, Domi realizing she may have made a second BIG mistake. Daly, gazing up at the embodiment of power, throws her palms forward plaintively, backpedaling to the ropes, ready to plead for mercy.
She dives and rolls clear when Pandora lurches forward, accelerated by another forearm blast between her shoulderblades, this one by Newsome. And this one packs some punch, having at least moved its target. But Pandora is more peeved than anything else, spinning to face a woman that at least posed interesting questions.
The combatants lock up in a collar-and-elbow, struggling momentarily for leverage quickly claimed by the tanned tower. Once possessed, Panny smoothly walks Casey into her corner, pressing the Prima Ballerina’s back to the buckles.
From the side, head referee Nick Castle calls for a break and, perhaps surprisingly, the Amazon releases her grip and retreats a few steps. A surprised Casey nods in appreciation when Panny pitches toward her, SPLASHING the brunette beneath her ample curves.
Dominique, having NAILED Pandora with a dropkick to back, forced the blonde titan into the unplanned attack. A smirking Daly kips to her feet, proud to have used Panny as her weapon. For her part, an unamused Pandora turns with a death stare firmly in place on her flawless features.
Domi motions Pandora forward, even while backpedaling, and the Golden Goddess marches toward the Mite. Seemingly ready to throw her comparatively miniscule weight at Panny, Dominique races forward, but deftly baseball slides between the muscular stems of the Amazon.
Leaping to her bare feet after, Daly proceeds to send a much smaller but effective avalanche of flesh into the stunned Casey, Domi taking to the air to deliver her mini-splash, THUMPING her small if taut frame airborne into Newsome’s chest and face.
Bouncing off her dazed target, Daly is corralled from behind by an advancing Pandora, the Amazon lowering to capture the former gymnast in a waistlock, then tossing Domi like a dolly overhead in an astonishingly easy belly-to-back suplex.
However, Domi uses her immense acrobatic skill to rotate through the backflipping toss and stick a landing on her bare tootsies. The malicious Mite sprints in from Pandora’s six and throws a chop block into her foe’s left knee, felling the curvy redwood to that knee, pain registering on Panny’s puss.
Scrambling to her feet, Dominique doesn’t waste an instant, shooting to the ropes to Pandora’s right and rebounding at full speed, then using the raised knee of the Golden Goddess to land a Shining Wizard kick to the Amazon’s right temple, Pandora collapsing to her side from the blow.
With an amazed audience looking on, the diminutive Ultimate Athlete presses a shellshocked Panny to her back and climbs atop her battleship-class foe, hooking a muscular thigh with both arms and rolling to a back press for the…
ONE…
Pandora shoves Domi to her feet and into the arms of Casey, the brunette’s wings scooping under the strapping glutes of the Mighty Mite. Newsome pivots with her newly collected cargo, drops to her knees, and SLAMS Daly to the deck with a THUMPING Spinebuster.
Domi arches in anguish from the incredible force of the impact and is matchbooked by the quick-thinking newcomer and recently dethroned World Champion, Casey pressing her torso into the raised haunches of the former gymnast folding the spandex-clad flyweight for the…
ONE…
TWO…
The Olympic alternate’s body springs open, Domi saving the match both for herself and the blinking Pandora, who begins pushing to her feet next to a rising Casey and a rolling Daly, Domi ceding the ring to the bigger girls, evidently planning a time out while Pandora and the Prima Ballerina beat on each other.
Newsome, turning from an escaping Domi, lands a forearm flush to Panny’s hulking rack.
With Pandora on her heels from the blow, Casey u-turns and hits the cables. Picking up energy from the springboarding strands, the brunette lowers the BOOM with a shoulderblock to Panny’s sternum. The impact barely nudges her foe.
Pandora motions the newbie to try again. Newsome is up for the task. She spins and hits the rubber-coated steel a second time, rebounding off the ropes, ready to plant the flaxen-haired powerhouse. But instead, Pandora thrusts a shoulder forward just before her adversary’s arrival, catching Casey the barest bit off-balance. Newsome is sent PLOWING into the deck at warp speed. The Prima Ballerina looks up in astonishment at the Golden Goddess, amazed at how easily she’s been taken off her feet.
Casey sweeps her educated feet into the ankles of the burly blonde, tripping Panny to her knees. A half-risen Newsome meets her there, each woman surrounding the other with their enveloping arms. The fighters are chest to chest, in a girding embrace, bearhug to bearhug on their knees, all the power of the clinch reliant on straining biceps, their legs removed from the equation.
With the big girls bearhugging, the former gymnast races at each, Daly sends them to shoulders and hips with a precise dropkick, knocking her bare soles into the twosome’s temples.
Dazed blonde and brunette end shoulder to shoulder, staring into the rafters blankly, their eyes blinking wide from the potentially concussive impact. And while each tries to regain their senses, Daly heads for the nearest set of buckles.
With her foes in splayed single files, Dominique reaches the penthouse. She turns and dips into a crouch, then launches into the stratosphere, the Mighty Mite perhaps unmatched in the heights she reaches at the zenith of her journey. Collapsing in a tight tuck at the top, Daly opens wide on her descent like a ponytailed flying squirrel, Domi CRASHING across the midriff of each adversary with the froggiest of splashes.
Pandora and Casey jackknife under the impact of the bite-sized grappler, eyes bugging, gasping for breath. Domi scrambles atop the golden goddess in a lateral press for the…
ONE…
TWO…
Panny tosses Domi to her bare tootsies. Ignoring the supreme show of power, Daly instantly assaults the downed counterpart with an acrobatic somersault senton across Newsome’s abdomen, doubling up on the FAWN newbie.
The near Olympian snatches a muscular thigh of the Prima Ballerina and rolls into a back press cradle pin for the…
ONE…
TWO…
Again, Daly skyrockets back to her feet from a feral shove by the Lead Dancer.
Turning to find the curvy Amazon that made her task of winning more than doubly difficult, the Pac Rim beauty gamely charges the wobbly Pandora.
Leaping into the big blonde’s arms, Daly folds to a tuck tight against Pandora’s hulking bosom, knees tight to her foe’s rack, hands wrapping around the back of Panny’s neck. The agitated blonde tries to throw Dominique off like the gnat she is, and she does, but the Mite still has a tight hold on the Amazon’s golden locks.
As Daly flies outward from Pandora, she tugs Panny’s upper half with her, delivering a facebuster to FAWN’s Most Feared, the Amazon levelled, features and breasts bruised by the spectacular landing.
Leaping Facebuster ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=INVyJk3KF0k&list=PL_6167CLp8VeyGDzioYN3WSZ7_kupMEsK ) :13
Popping to her feet after landing on her knees, the almond-shaped peepers of the Oregonian widen as a rushing Casey bears down, seeking to remove Domi’s head from her shoulders with a Big Boot. Daly nimbly ducks under the potential decapitation.
The leotard-clad Dominique sprints for the ropes, throws her taut, abbreviated frame into the strands, and rockets back at Newsone, the bigger brunette spinning to face her.
Daly propels herself forward with a crossbody splash to Casey’s chest, fully expecting to knock the newbie and former World Champ to the canvas.
But the Prima Ballerina simply absorbs the former gymnast, catching Domi. Despite the frantic wriggling from the ponytailed brunette, Newsome controls her foe, eventually dropping her cargo to the thinly-sheathed floorboards with a Faling Powerslam. The ring rattles from the impact on Domi’s spinal column.
The Mite barely has time to process the pain pulsating through her body when the destroyer-class badass scoops Domi off the canvas and back in place across her bosom. Showing incredible strength, Casey shovels her load up and over, Domi plummeting to the mat for the second time, this trip courtesy a follow-up fallaway slam.
Falling Powerslam to a Fallaway Slam ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=L0_4UhK4Bws )
With the munchkin’s momentum dispatched, Newsome spryly kips to her feet, the crowd roaring, then almost instantly shouting warnings, but too late.
A risen Pandora delivers a forearm shiver to the back of Casey’s skull, the brunette lurching into the buckles before her. Panny follows her target in, spinning Newsome to face her before lighting up the newcomer with a stinging backhand chop to the clavicle, leaving the Prima Ballerina with a huge welt as she slumps into the buckles.
The golden-clad Amazon spins and jogs to the far corner, the crowd mesmerized by the sight of Panny’s agitating curves. Pandora taps the top and turns. She collects surprising speed on her dash across the canvas, Panny launching from a few feet out and absolutely BURYING Casey under a tidal wave of flesh, the avalanche of the golden goddess CRUSHING Newsome beneath.
Out on her feet but remaining upright with the help of the corner when the Amazon shifts to the side, Casey is sent to the mat with a dismissive heave. Splayed at the foot of the buckles, Newsome is an inviting target and, indeed, Pandora climbs to the middle ropes, grabbing the top strand on either side as she measures the brunette’s body.
Panny bounces on her perch several times, then throws her well-rounded, substantial frame out behind her, descending in a devastating Panny Bomb that blows poor Casey to smithereens!
Panny Bomb ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=JKk4YSMPo3k )
The smirking Amazon lies across the demolished Lead Dancer in the readymade pin for what seems the inevitable…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOO!
A nearly tardy Daly breaks up Castle’s count with a standing somersault splash, barely budging Pandora. But it’s enough to do the job as far as Nick is concerned and keeps the match without a winner.
Having shaken off Domi, a stewing Panny turns her baby blues like lasers on Dominique. The Amazon ascends as Daly backpedals, throwing up plaintive palms, offering apologies as Pandora advances upon her.
Panny backs the diminutive Domi into a corner, trapping her in the juncture of the ropes. Daly drops to one knee, pleading with the Amazon, pledging her help to finish off Newsome and give Pandora the victory.
“You mean like the help you just gave me?”
As the blonde battleship reaches for Daly’s ponytail, the former gymnast scuttles forward on hands and knees, trying to slip through the tanned stems of her titanic foe.
Panny snaps her legs shut, trapping the brunette between. Pandora snatches the spandex just above Domi’s waistline and YANKS it up, wedging the space age polymer far between Dominique’s muscular glutes. She begins sawing into the tender tissue.
“How about we treat these people to a little FAWN old school, little bug?”
Daly yelps in pain from the vile use of her leotard. It turns to fear when Pandora pulls the featherweight from her scissors and lifts her by the brunette’s hip and throat, then choke slams her into the buckles behind Dominique.
Wincing as she judiciously pulls the lycra from multiple private cracks, Domi’s eyes bug wide when Pandora’s fingers again surround her throat. With frightening ease, she seats Daly on the top buckle, the once-upon-a-time Lightweight Champion slumping and gasping when released.
Pandora climbs to the middle ropes in front of the Mite, draws Daly to her bare feet, then scoops and ‘hups’ Domi across her shoulders in a fireman’s carry. The FAWNatics buzz with anticipation as Pandora secures her grip while maintaining her balance. They don’t wait long as the golden goddess lays out from her elevated perch and nearly drives Domi THROUGH the mat with an Avalanche Angle Slam.
Avalanche Angle Slam ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=1yi_mIMpl9Q )
The obliterated Daly barrel rolls once to a wide spreadeagle, ending only a couple feet removed from a recovering Newsome. The Prima Ballerina dives across Daly’s carcass in a lateral press for the…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOO!
A furious Pandora plucks Casey off one victim to create another, wrapping both hands around Newsome’s throat and lifting her off the tiny wreckage pile that is the former gymnast.
Casey’s eyes bulge wide as she tries to pry Panny’s clutching digits off, but only Castle’s count breaks the grip.
The Amazon chests up with her more realistic adversary, knocking the breathless brunette into a backpedal that ends with Casey’s vertebrae against the same buckles proving so devastating to the comatose Dominique.
With Newsome slumping in the corner, Panny’s strength and growingly fiery temperament turning the three-way into a one-way massacre, Pandora climbs to the bottom ropes this time, proceeding to mash her opponent’s mug with the infamous expanse of her terrifically tanned tummy.
Casey’s forced into some signature Navel Gazing, the Amazon enjoying her ab-centric version of a smother, the impossibly curvy blonde bracketing the braincase of the Lead Dancer with her hands, so Newsome has no choice to suckle taut belly instead of find oxygen. Casey flails madly within her confines and, again, Nick is Newsome’s only salvation. His tardy count reaches ‘FOUR’ before Panny drops to the deck and retreats a couple steps, enjoying her good work.
The golden goddess glances over her shoulder to see Daly stirring but still flat on her back. In front of her a greasy-faced Casey sits weak-kneed on the middle buckle, looking partially melted from her time under the heat of Panny’s midriff.
Dora the Dominator lifts her arms high and wide, having waylaid both competitors, and the crowd feels obligated to provide a healthy ovation. Though never a fan favorite, the masses could still appreciate the majestic monster. The Amazon nods. No acknowledgement was necessary to confirm once more she is FAWN’s Most Feared whenever she enters the ring, part-time or no, still it was good to see the little people confront reality.
Panny cups the back of Newsome’s neck with her right hand and pivots to toss her foe out of the corner, the newly added free agent being shown the flash in the pan she is in comparison to the golden goddess.
Casey rolls to a stop next to the flattened toy soldier in Domi, shoulder to shoulder, both staring glassy-eyed into the lights above, and a wide grin emerges on Pandora’s flawless features.
The Amazon races to the battered brunettes and takes to the air above them, the FAWNatics preemptively groaning at the pending results, each woman soon to be little but a pressed pancake from a double Tummy Tuck splash, each set of features to be flattened by the Amazon’s abdomen.
But on Panny’s downward trajectory, each of her fellow combatants find the resolve to push clear, leaving Pandora to THUMP directly to the canvas-covered plywood, bouncing several inches off the deck she hits with so much force. Flopping to her back, a grimacing Pandora cradles her massive mammaries with one arm and her mottled belly with the other.
Feet away, the escapees appear in no better shape.
With all three sweat-soaked women spread in various states of disrepair and unable to rise, the crowd chants its approval.
“THIS…IS…AWESOME!”
While Castle may agree, he has a job to do and begins counting each grappler toward the ten-spot that would end the match without a winner.
A frowning Pandora pushes to hands and knees. She pivots up to one knee twisting to find her opponents and discovers the veteran lightweight rushing toward her. Using Panny’s elevated knee as a platform, Domi PLOWS a Shining Wizard kick into the Amazon’s jaw, returning Panny to the canvas, the blonde flat on her back.
Shining Wizard ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=8A2DIkfiAKQ )
Daly scurries back to her feet only to be gutted by a boot from the fabulous free agent now FAWN roster member. The Mite is doubled in front of Newsome, then tugged to an arched dragon sleeper position alongside the bigger brunette.
Using the power Dominique lacks, Casey WHIPS Daly’s diminutive frame around her body, PLANTING Domi’s skull into the deck with a Swinging Flatliner.
Swinging Flatliner ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=XncnM2W6WJs )
Unfortunately for the Prima Ballerina, the momentum of the swing on the tiny terror sends Daly rolling under the nearby ropes and out, Daly plopping to the arena floor below.
On her haunches, ready to claim victory but finding luck against her, Newsome slaps the canvas in frustration. Turning to her alternative path to triumph, Casey surges toward a risen but wobbly Panny. She leaps and grabs Pandora around the back of her head, drawing her foe’s chin to the crown of her skull. The lithe dancer drops to a set of splits and ROCKS the golden goddess with a jawbreaker, staggering Panny but not dropping her.
Split-legged Jawbreaker ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=FZ-7bU4X_88 )
Casey pops to her feet and hustles to the ropes in front of the gobsmacked Panny. She rebounds at full speed and lifts her right leg high on the inbound, CRASHING the boot sole of her lead leg into the same attack point of the Mite’s Wizard with a Bicycle Kick.
Bicycle Kick (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ySnLmICxhDA )
But instead of rocketing to the canvas, Pandora somehow remains upright. She backpedals to the ropes but stays vertical with their assistance. Baby blues glassy, the addled Amazon pushes from the strands, stumbling toward a rising Newsome, Pandora still in attack mode with an attic full of cobwebs.
Casey grabs the wrist of the advancing Panny and alters her route, giving the curvy blonde a detour and a boost of momentum, Irish Whipping FAWN’s Most Feared to a startling stop, the ring shaking as Pandora turns into a back-first collision with the corner.
Racing after her faltering foe, Newsome buries a shoulder into Panny’s notorious midriff and pivots through the ropes while the golden goddess groans from the impact.
Grabbing the top strand, the Prima Ballerina shows her athleticism thrusting a kick over the cables, booting Panny’s left temple, Pandora’s eyes turning from glassy to glazed from the continued knocks to her noggin.
Still, the redwood won’t be felled. She stumbles to the middle but turns back to the corner from whence she came. For Casey and the growing legion of her fans, this is ideal, as the Lead Dancer’s climbed to the top from the outside and springboards off the rubber-coated steel. The destroyer-class brunette skies toward the wobbling Pandora, CRASHING across the blonde’s chin and riding the curves to the canvas with a spectacular meteora.
Springboard meteora ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=PVBk_Nug0xI )
The crowd erupts with Panny finally taken off her feet.
Having bounced off her adversary from the impact, Casey scrambles to the annihilated Amazon, hooking a long muscular stem and rolling to a back press pin for the…
ONE…
TWO…
Pandora shoves Newsome to a seated position next to her, breaking the pin and drawing an emotion-filled moan from the FAWNatics. So close!
The Prima Ballerina shows her focus. Unwilling to dwell on the near fall, she plucks a reeling Pandora off the deck by a wrist and shoulder. She bullies the bigger, curvier colossus into the ropes and flings her to the opposite cables. As Panny bounces her way to the far strands, then rebounds in a u-turn, Newsome sets center stage.
Casey dips low and Pandora gets the regrettable idea she’ll leapfrog her Amazonian frame over the stooped Newsome. As Panny takes off, the Lead Dancer catches the blonde around the thighs and lifts the golden goddess to shoulder height. With the baby blues of FAWN’s Most Feared’s wide with shock and anxiety, Casey splatters Panny to the deck with her Bravura, a ring-rattling, pop-up powerbomb, taking the breath and fight from the Amazon.
Bravura ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=Uc1CzcZvhDA )
Keeping control of Pandora’s raised legs, Newsome leans forward and drops to hands and knees capturing the demolished Panny in a Gator Clutch for the…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOO!
With the legs of a shattered Pandora bracketing the Amazon’s head and the blonde’s ass pointed to the rafters, it’s wasn’t Panny stopping the count.
Instead, the shrewd Domi, having reentered with Pandora on Newsome’s shoulders, grabs Casey by her dark locks and the spandex on her foe’s hip and tears Newsome off a split-second before the victory.
Focused on finishing the Amazon, the Prima Ballerina isn’t ready for the Mite’s chicanery.
Dominique runs Casey to the ropes and tosses the off-balance Newsome through them, the Lead Dander tumbling off the apron to the floor below.
With Newsome having ruined Pandora with her Bravura ‘bomb’, the blonde still matchbooked and semi-conscious, Daly dives across the back of Panny’s upturned knees and keeps the Amazon shoulders-down and ass-up for the…
ONE…
TWO…
THREEE!
Seeing a furious Casey climbing back in the squared circle, Domi isn’t waiting for Castle to raise an arm or for the formal announcement. She scurries out the way opposite Casey reenters.
Newsone drops to her knees next to the splayed flaxen-haired Amazon, the agent of Pandora’s doom but not the benefactor. Her head falls into her hands while Castle joins Domi on the outside and raises an abbreviated arm as the official word comes.
“Your winner via pinfall…DONINIQUE DALY!”
As the FAWNatics offer their loud displeasure, a jubilant Domi moves to the timekeeper and grabs a microphone.
“I kicked both huge backsides of these losers!” the ponytailed brunette bellows between heavy breaths.
“Neither of them nor any of you thought I could do it for a second. And here I am, the winner. And do you know why? Because none of them or you can grasp, I’m the Ultimate Athlete. The best this place has ever seen. Those dolts in the ring can’t deal and no one backstage can either. I’m just spitting facts and I’ll do it all the way to Mania, so who’s going to feed me on the way there?”
Suddenly, the glorious, melodious and upbeat Sixpence None The Richer’s ‘There She Goes’ sweeps through the arena and the audience, Corps included, roars to its collective feet.
( www.youtube.com/watch?v=tMfXeuv4kZE )
The foremost FAWN original remaining pushes stands center stage, Kylie absorbing the crowd’s adulation, the sight of their reborn Girl Scout eliciting rekindled love for the silvery-bobbed beauty.
KYLIE SANDERS
Drawing on echoes of her original gear, Sanders sports a simple yellow-gold sports bra topside with black boy-cut shorts, black boots and pads.
With stick in hand, Sanders raises it to her Cupid’s Arrow lips.
“Daly. Once upon a time, you retired me from this organization. That was one of the lowest points of my career. I’ve never fully paid you back the way I’d like, so if you’re looking for somebody at Red, White and Bruised, I’m your girl!”
The former gymnast is monetarily flustered, but the crowd booming chants of ‘YES! YES! YES!’ seems to leave Domi little choice.
“You got it, Sanders. And this time I’m going to show you the door for good!”
Kylie grins and nods.
“You’ll try.”
The Platinum Pixie drops her mic and heads for the exit.
A steamed Domi tries to regain the energy for her celebration but the moment’s lost. She tosses her microphone away and moves up the ramp, incredibly leaving a stirring Pandora and a disbelieving Casey in her wake.