Post by hawkeye on Aug 5, 2024 0:08:01 GMT
With the wreckage of the previous match removed from the ring and helped backstage, Katy Perry’s California Gurls emerges from the sound system and the crowd reenergizes, cheering enthusiastically for the adopted Golden State Wrestling icon and former FAWN World Champion, even if she was champ but for a short time. ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=F57P9C4SAW4 )
The redhead emerges and moves center stage, taking a jaunty stance, hands on hips, admiring the ovation. Though the veteran in her twilight struggles to stay at the top of her game since losing the belt in 2021, the assembled welcome back the former Artemis, who reached only footnote status in her early Orlando foray before blossoming and becoming a star with the LA-based fed as the legendary California Angel then making a huge splash upon her FAWN return.
COLLEEN O’NEAL
The blue-eyed beauty waves to her admiring masses and the Sunshine State’s version of the Angel’s Choir cheers the Bay Area native.
O’Neal is garbed in her iconic tight spandex one-piece, halved in pink and sky blue with pink boots to mid-thigh and silver fingerless gloves.
Doubling their excitement, ethereal chimes bring the FAWNatics’ to a fever pitch, the sound of strings transporting everyone to a faraway place and time.
Giselle’s Theme ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=oEBNIzOIbVs ) by Lindsey Stirling
The crowd loudly welcomes the charming sovereign of their favorite storybook realm.
PRINCESS GISELLE
The Disney-adjacent royalty seems to float to center stage, many gazing in wonderment at a woman torn out of a fairy tale. The dark-haired beauty wears what can only be called FAWNticized Sleeping Beauty gear.
( amiclubwear.com/collections/princess-costumes/products/costume-sexy-kk89hc-y1866-snow-redblueyellow ) red boots instead of pumps
Flanking her Greater Good counterpart, the duo shares a side-by-side hug.
Together, they stride down the ramp, the Angel and the Princess bouncing between each side of the aisle, making certain to touch those fans reaching for a touch of greater-ness, the beaming smiles of GG melting all those around them.
The long-time face of the Golden State franchise dashes the final few steps to the squared circle, sliding in under the bottom rope and popping to her feet.
Giselle takes a more regal approach, using the ring steps to ascend to the apron, then enticingly slipping through the cables, offering a little upskirt on the way through.
The ring announcer breaks in as the accompaniment of the Princess fades.
“Our next match is one fall with a 30-minute time limit and is for the number one contender position for the FAWN Tag Team championships. From San Francisco, California and the Magic Kingdom respectively, Colleen O’Neal and Princess Giselle. Together they are an imperative part of the Greater Good!”, the declaration reflecting the absence of the third member of the wholesome threesome, Lady Liberty.
Redhead and brunette respond with applause for their roused supporters and they take possession of their corner, Al Carpenter ready to confirm the partners are as good as their name with the customary pat-down.
A catchy, gyration-tempting South American beat form guitars and drums wafts through the arena. The ring announcer breaks through the rumbling boos emerging from the FAWNatics, as the crowd realizes who else will get a shot at the champion Dream Team at Slaybor Day.
“And their opponents. From Rio de Janeiro, Brazil, Luisa Campos!”
The proclamation earns further disgust from the crowd, but also confusion when only half of the expected duo emerges, a distinct lack of Diamonds to Campos’ Pearls.
The dastardly dark-haired diva basks in the hatred, as she strides to center stage and sets with a stick in her right hand.
Campos sports a reddish-brown, leather two piece with black trim, perhaps showing a complete break from her previous self and an affiliation with a new partner. She finishes the gear with black pads and boots.
Luisa draws the microphone to her flushed lips.
LUISA CAMPOS
“Shut your mouths,” Campos demands. “I have an important announcement and there should be no distractions from the likes of you. You all know I should have been a tag champion many times over by now and there was always one problem. Well, I’ve relieved myself of the problem. Turns out Diamonds aren’t forever. I beat that bytch into a bloody pulp and packaged her back to Puerto Rico.”
The assembled are both stunned and audibly upset at Luisa turning on her partner, even if Marisol Ayala was as deceitful as her Brazilian counterpart.
“So Diamonds and Pearls are finito. Should have been Pearls and Diamonds by the way. Tonight will be a surprise for some of you, many of you, but it will show you just how determined she and I are in becoming the champions of the tag division.”
The back of each FAWNatic straightens when “Wildflower” by JaneDear Girls reverberates through the bowl, the crowd understanding how much the devious and determined freckled fighter alongside the cruel and cavalier Pearls would be a nasty combination.
( www.youtube.com/watch?v=NC0IhlquYlI )
“That’s tight.” Campos takes up the remainder of the introduction.
“Hailing from Tombstone, Arizona, Bareback Beth Jenkins! Together we are Pearls and Spurs!”
True to the Rio native’s word, the raucous redhead joins her, Bareback decked out in gear identical to her new partner save the addition of her black ten-gallon, a coiled lasso on her hip (thank god the ‘branding iron’ ink-gun remained cancelled) and battered cowboy boots, namesake spurs included. The coordinated clothing sends chins wagging about Jenkins’ own previous partner Leah Montoya. Had the Desperados dissolved. It seemed so.
BETH JENKINS
Luisa hands the stick to the Arizona Wrangler.
“I know none of you are truly worried about Leah, but I still want to make this clear. She needed to depart Orlando for family matters back on the ranch. The two of us are still as thick as thieves, but for now, I need what’s mine as much Luisa needs what’s hers. We have a single focus and that’s whatever it takes to have those tag belts around our waists.”
Jenkins tosses the microphone aside to jeers from the sellout crowd and, shoulder to shoulder, Pearls and Spurs stride confidently toward the squared circle and the two goody-two-shoes within.
Reaching the ring and climbing the steps, Luisa moves to the center of the apron before sitting on the middle rope and pushing up the top, showing respect for her seemingly mismatched collaborator.
The auburn-haired cowpoke nods and moves through, sneering at the fan favorites situated in the distant buckles. Jenkins offers a hand back to Campos and Luisa joins her makeshift teammate, Pearls and Spurs hoping opposites attract a title shot.
With P&S in the far corner from Greater Good, Castle relieves Bareback of her hat, lasso and spurs. The newly created crew talks things over, and Beth stays in the field of play, ready to abuse anyone who remained for their adversaries.
O’Neal gives the Princess a pat on her shoulder and Giselle departs, leaving the two redheads in the ring to begin the battle.
While Colleen strides to center stage at the sound of the bell, the proprietor of the BJ ranch seems less concerned about starting the contest on time, ignoring Al Carpenter’s call to join the fray.
“People keep telling me I’m past my prime,” O’Neal barks at the tardy Jenkins, “so I guess I don’t have time to waste with you.”
The Golden State Wrestling icon and briefly FAWN World Champion doesn’t hesitate in advancing to the Pearls & Spurs’ corner to flush Beth out. Before she can, Bareback slips her upper half out of range between the top and middle ropes, shouting at Al to keep her overly anxious adversary back.
With the Ginger Genius only a step away from the auburn-haired Jenkins, Carpenter intervenes, blocking O’Neal’s further progress.
“Give her a little room, Colleen,” Al requests politely.
“Yeah bytch, you heard the man,” Jenkins adds, fully back in the ring but protected by the official.
“Step on this siDAHHHH!”
The impatient California Angel’s side of the discussion is ended when, with the referee’s back to Beth, Bareback rakes a set of nails across O’Neal’s baby blues over the man’s shoulder.
Colleen staggers away, mewling and rubbing furiously at her sockets, while Beth, under a torrent of boos, raises her hands in innocence to a spinning Carpenter, Al realizing both he and Colleen were bamboozled by the raucous rancher.
Arm outstretched toward her Greater Good cohort, a blinded Angel reaches for the tag allowing her early exit, but Jenkins isn’t having it, racing in from O’Neal’s six and clubbing her opponent in the back of the neck with a scythe-like lariat swing, planting the redhead to her face and chest.
Stepping between the downed Angel and her potential savior Princess, Beth stoops and collects O’Neal’s noggin in a front facelock, lifting Colleen to stooped feet. Beth pumps a set of raised knees to the chest of the GSW legend, leaving O’Neal weak in the knees.
The Arizona Wrangler moves beside Colleen, reaches across her back and slips her left arm under O’Neal’s right, menacingly maneuvering herself into a nasty abdominal stretch. With the Angel’s upper body bent toward Bareback and trapped there, Colleen’s abs rip to the left over the plank of Beth’s upper left leg.
Arm Trap Abdominal Stretch ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=cdrbnbiJ9mU )
Jenkins cleverly adds a hair pull behind her back and out of sight of Carpenter to add to O’Neal’s “fun”.
An obliged Al gets in the pained face of Bay Area native, asking if the guardian of Greater Good wants to give in. Colleen shakes her head, grunting out a ‘no’ even as Beth dials up the pressure, O’Neal seemingly sensing she’ll be torn in two.
Feeling her oats early, Beth releases her hair pull and SLAPS Colleen’s exposed midriff, the THWACK echoing through the front rows. Jenkins, satisfied the Cali Angel passed her pop quiz, shoves O’Neal away, the teary-eyed redhead ending on her haunches, looking much the worse for wear.
A smirking Beth lifts a cowboy boot, presses the sole to the back end of Colleen’s braincase and gives a dismissive push, more insulting than painful.
O’Neal lurches to hands and knees and Beth grabs a handful of the long ginger locks. She leads the bastion of Greater Good like a puppy to S&P territory, yanking her bytch within range of a tag with the volatile Brazilian.
A beaming Pearls slaps the proffered palm, grabs the top rope with both hands, and vaults over the top. She lands in a somersault senton across the spinal column of the embarrassed Angel, flattening Colleen to the deck with a loud, breathtaking ‘oooof’ from the redhead.
With practiced ease, Luisa pops to her feet from the momentum of her landing and the newly formed team share a high five to the jeers of the FAWNatics. If there was any concern about how well they’d jell, any issues are yet displayed.
Perhaps surprisingly, Jenkins evacuates legally, and Campos is left to her usually less than legitimate devices with a grounded Angel.
With O’Neal pushing to hands and knees once more, the precocious Pearls delivers a soccer kick to Colleen’s ribs, sending the redhead flopping to her back, the Angel wrapping her tummy in protective arms as she chokes in some raspy breaths.
O’Neal butt scoots her way to a seat against the bottom rope, leaning into the cable as she tries to regain her air and bearings.
Opportunity presenting, Luisa immediately busts her tail to the opposite cables and rebounds at full speed toward the languishing NoCal native. Racing at her target, Pearls NAILS O’Neal with a Running Facewash that sends the redhead halfway over the rope.
Running Facewash ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=1PzcmLy1enw )
The flaccid Colleen seems hung out to dry on the rubber-coated steel, back arched over the strand. However, Campos doesn’t let her laundry stay there long, grabbing an ankle and yanking her foe back in.
In the middle, a dazed O’Neal pulls her legs into a tight ball against her chest, then shoves them out, breaking Luisa’s grip and sending her foe into a brief backpedal. Colleen struggles to her knees when the Brazilian badass sinks a set of nails into her scalp, but the Greater Goodie shows she still has fight, THUMPING a balled right hand into Luisa’s tawny tummy. O’Neal adds a second and third, backing Pearls off far enough for her to reach her feet.
But once there, the raven-haired wrestler delivers a gutting toe kick to the veteran’s midriff, doubling the Angel, now gasping, bug-eyed.
Campos snatches the Colleen’s ginger locks with both hands and sits out, sending the freckled fighter’s face to the unforgiving floorboards with a facebuster.
Sit Out Facebuster ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=tS3zqoFo3ZA )
Pearls adds her little brutal postscript, scrubbing the Angel’s features across the abrasive canvas for several seconds.
With her mane released, Colleen rolls to her back, face rosy from abuse, a worried Giselle calling out to her beleaguered partner.
With the Angel’s shoulders on the canvas, Luisa dives across the midriff of the redhead, snatches both alabaster legs and rolls to a back press pin across Colleen’s chest for the…
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TWO…
O’Neal shoves out of the pinning predicament, flopping to her front so there’s no repeat effort for a three-count.
Seated next to the Greater Goodie, the Brazilian slaps the canvas in frustration. She pushes to her feet and spins to face the beleaguered Golden State Wrestling icon. Leaping into the air above her foe, Campos tucks her lower limbs and POUNDS her kneecaps into Colleen’s spinal column.
The Bay Area beauty howls in pain, her back arching in anguish and Luisa deftly adds to the torture, snatching the veteran’s rosy mane on one side while wrapping an arm around her crossed ankles on the other. Using the handles she created, Pearls rolls to her back and thrusts the folded Angel heavenward in a Hair Pull Bow-and-Arrow submission.
Bow and Arrow ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=4tW3NAfLdV8&t=8s )
O’Neal’s arms flail wildly above her as she wails in agony, Luisa’s perfect pearlies clenching as she tries to break Colleen in two.
Nick drops to his haunches in front of the suffering redhead and generously provides a way out for the tormented California Angel. Head overturned, O’Neal shakes it as best she can, squeaking out a weak ‘no’. Looking disappointed O’Neal’s misery must continue, Castle hops to his feet and waves off any idea of the crowd, their Greater Good heroine has surrendered.
Giselle and the Goodies respond with a rhythmic clap, hoping to inspire their besieged bestie to hold on. So O’Neal does for long seconds, forcing Pearls to keep herself in her own precarious position, having to make certain her shoulders remain off the mat while the Angel is elevated. Finally, Luisa is forced to relinquish her submission, releasing her grips and heaving her adversary away by straightening her stems.
The Brazilian struggles to her feet, shaking out the burning muscles in all four appendages.
Wearily, she strides to the rough and ready Spurs, Beth more than willing to take up the effort in destroying Greater Good without ever allowing the dime store royalty into the match.
Luisa slaps the proffered palm and hands over the reins to the less than jolly rancher, Jenkins entering and stomping Colleen into the rare Arizona mudhole, O’Neal collapsing into a protective ball under the assault.
Momentarily satisfied, the auburn-haired grappler relents, plucking the Angel out of her imploded state with a wrapped wrist and handful of her foe’s mane. Bareback rips O’Neal to her feet and aims her at the far neutral corner. Jenkins buggywhips the reeling O’Neal toward the buckles with an Irish Whip. A wincing Colleen races across the canvas and turns into a spine-first collision, exacerbating her vertebral bruising and plopping to her ivory ass cheeks from the force of the blow, legs extended.
Beth gives the Theme Park Monarch a blown kiss to the outside, then walks leisurely to the broken Angel. Reaching the reclining redhead, Bareback places a cowboy boot against the features of her foe and proceeds to scrape the freckled skin viciously, drawing hateful boos from the FAWNatics. They only seem to inspire Jenkins to continue the abuse a half-dozen times.
Boot scrapes ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=tsRMz31CuPc )
The Arizona Wrangler turns and takes off for the ropes down the length of the ring. Beth rebounds off the rubber-coated steel, zooming back at the splayed Angel, ready to drive the boot through O’Neal’s temple. But as Jenkins lifts her lead leg to deliver the blow, the Greater Goodie digs deep, throwing her frame out of the way by rolling toward the approaching Beth.
Bareback whiffs on the kick, her boot shooting over the middle rope until her crotch makes for the stopping point against the cable. There isn’t nearly enough give in the strand for a bug-eyed Beth, her baby blues wide after racking the rope into her thinly-sheathed womanhood. Jaw slack, Jenkins seems frozen for long seconds, hands buried between her thighs, the pain pulsating from her privates. The Tombstone native finally flops off the line, puddling on the canvas, softly kneading at her crushed kitty.
Mere feet away, Colleen pushes to hands and knees and, using the godsend of her foe’s miscalculation to save herself, crawls toward the beseeching brunette. It’s an agonizingly slow journey for the Angel’s choir, but as Jenkins makes it to knock-kneed verticality and hobbles toward her escaping oppoenent, O’Neal dives the rest of the way to reach her savior.
The crowd roars as Giselle eagerly enters, charging the ragged redhead and dropping her with a leaping clothesline. Both women scramble to their feet, Beth at a much lengthier pace. She’s immediately decked again by the animated Princess’s lariat. Jenkins forces herself up again, this time PG having to motion the Arizona Wrangler to her feet, and the Belle of the Brawl takes her down again with a perfectly placed dropkick to the jaw.
Needing to slow her foe’s regal roll, Beth slides out under the bottom rope after making acquaintance with the canvas a third time. She plops to the thinly padded cement of the arena floor. Pearls is quick to race around the corner and check on Spurs, helping her new colleague to vertical, Beth leaning into the Brazilian to keep her boot soles under her.
With the loosely embracing ladies less than observant regarding the whereabouts of the sovereign of FAWN’s Magic Kingdom, the Princess hits the cables behind her and u-turns into a sprint toward the clueless cowpoke and her Brazilian cohort. Taking to the air as she dives between the top and middle ropes, Giselle PLOWS into both foes with a Suicide Dive, sending each hurtling into the steel barricade.
Pearls and Spurs CLACK into the unforgiving metal and pool at its base, the well-trained Goodies roaring “HOLY CRAP” instead of the expletive-laden alternative, per previous pre-match requests of the GG.
The Princess pumps a fist to the chant, peeling a dazed Beth out of the pile by a wrist and shoulder. She heaves the auburn-haired fighter toward the ring, Jenkins spinning into a back-first collision with the apron’s edge, PG treating Spurs to a little taste of what she’d given the Angel earlier.
Bareback arches in pain, her eyes slits as the ache courses through her freckled frame. Roughly, the Disney-adjacent heroine seizes Beth, turns her to the squared circle, and heaves her adversary back into the legal field of play.
The rested and ready Princess rejoins Jenkins in the ring and, as her foe slowly pushes to all fours, Giselle grabs a handful of auburn locks to steady her filly and mounts Beth in a forward-facing standing straddle. The Theme Park Monarch cinches a standing head scissors and waves regally to the crowd, the FAWNatics responding in kind joyfully.
Giselle violently drops to her knees, POUNDING Bareback’s flawless features into the deck with a nasty Kneeling Facebuster, showing the Belle of the Brawl is not fooling around with the chance to become one of the number one contenders for the tag titles on the line.
Kneeling Fscebuster ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=3-Ox6jqRXig ) :14
The Princess rotates to her derriere, bringing Jenkins with her, and snatches a raised leg to pull Beth into a cradle between her lower limbs for the…
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The ranching redhead spasms her way out of the pin and from between PG’s extended stems, flopping to her chest, then rattling her attic to dissipate the cobwebs.
As the stubborn Bareback pushes to hands and knees, a risen Princess snakes her right leg around Jenkins’ left and she rolls over the top of the rattled redhead.
Giselle tumbles through a full spin, emerging the other side on the mat with the flustered Beth in her lap, trapped in a leg scissors and armbar combination with the pit of Giselle’s right knee tight to Jenkins’ neck. Wrenching and yanking in different directions, PG secures her Nautilus, ready to draw a capitulation from the Arizona Wrangler.
The crowd excitedly chants “TAP…TAP…TAP” as the glistening Theme Park Monarch works her submission hold, having hog-tied the proprietor of the BJ ranch into an agonizing dilemma.
Nautilus ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=05lLUZeJslM )
But while the dogged Jenkins flails wildly, unable to find a way out of Giselle’s ingenious snare, she doesn’t surrender. Seemingly by dumb luck, Beth’s thrashing stacks the Princess on her shoulders for the…
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TWO…
PG is forced to give up her hold to roll out of the counter pin. The brunette scurries to her feet, reaching for the seated Bareback. The Disney-adjacent royalty hauls a grimacing Beth to her feet to build further momentum, but Beth has different ideas, rocking the regal with a forearm shiver to the jaw. The head-snapping impact puts the Princess on jelly legs and another puts Giselle on one knee.
Now it’s the Tombstone native’s turn to pull PG to verticality. With a wrist in her possession, she heaves Giselle to the far ropes, readying for her return, center stage.
The Theme Park Monarch hits the cables head-on and drops into a backward somersault seemingly suiting the auburn-haired Arizonan, Beth snatching her foe around the waist and lifting Giselle to deposit her in an unpleasant manner.
But Giselle break loose, grabbing Beth’s noggin in a side headlock and POUNDING her foe’s skull into the canvas with a Wheelbarrow Bulldog.
Wheelbarrow bulldog ( youtu.be/uWoVOJtppBc?t=177 )
The force sends Jenkins absently flopping to her back, hands shooting to her face.
Deciding to let the recuperated Angel in on the fun, Giselle hustles to her corner and tags in the Greater Good’s freckled fighter.
The veteran from the Golden State doesn’t dally. She collects her fellow redhead, as Beth starts to rise, with a ¾ facelock. She crisply snap mares the Tombstone Terror to a seat, Beth wincing from the impact on her tailbone. The look of pain only grows when O’Neal adds a soccer kick to the spine, Jenkins’ backbone arching in anguish.
Brushing past the Arizona Wrangler, Colleen rushes to the ropes in front of her foe. She rebounds at full speed, and leaps into a meteora, flattening Beth’s back to the mat. In a schoolgirl position atop her adversary, the California Angel lays the wood to Jenkins’ braincase with a series of forearm blows to jaw and temple, rattling the senses of the soon glassy-eyed Bareback.
Colleen reaches behind her with both arms and hooks the raised knees of the rancher, pulling both stems forward and folding her foe in a matchbook pin for the…
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THRNOOO!
Beth thrusts her pelvis and scoops her arms under O’Neal to buck her adversary off, tossing the Ginger Genius over the top of her head.
Both women scramble toward their feet, but Colleen is quicker. She moves beside the wobbly Jenkins, side by side, pointed in opposite directions. Securing Bareback next to her, O’Neal lays out and PLANTS Beth’s face and chest into the deck with her Ginger Snap (reverse STO).
Ginger Snap ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=1KL26GPDVmg )
O’Neal quickly maneuvers toward her Golden Gate finisher, a figure four head scissors that’s served her so well over the years. However, the desperate Jenkins struggles within and, before Colleen can secure her preferred ending, Beth shifts her frame and lays a leg over the bottom rope. Castle calls for the break and the Angel obliges, releasing but stepping toward a rising Jenkins instead of away.
Not giving her fellow redhead any recovery time, the GSW icon bundles the woozy Beth to Greater Good territory, stuffing her foe into the buckles by the Belle of the Brawl. O’Neal hands the keys back to the brunette, only remaining in the ring long enough to keep Bareback captured until the Princess is ready to retake dominion of her realm.
Giselle tugs her rubbery-legged opponent a few feet from the corner in a front facelock. Properly positioned, PG hooks her opposite arm around the back of Beth’s knee, pulling the limb off the deck and leaving Jenkins on one unstable stem.
PG swings the leg wide, then whips it back toward her foe’s body while RIPPING Bareback off the canvas delivering her to the deck with Mister Toad’s Wild Ride, the Theme Park Monarch threatening to end the fight with the brutal spinning neckbreaker.
Mister Toad’s Wild Ride ( youtu.be/uWoVOJtppBc?t=222 )
The shellshocked Beth ends splayed in a spreadeagled heap next to the Princess, but Giselle decides she’s taking Jenkins to Space Mountain to make certain of the three-count.
Giselle heads for the top of the nearest corner, pumping a fist to the crowd as she turns and faces her sprawled opponent. The Belle of the Brawl takes to the skies, crunching into a tight tuck at her highest, then spreading wide in the ‘Mountainous’ frog splash that would leave Bareback Beth little more than a ginger greasespot.
But the raucous rancher digs deep, lifting her knees. Giselle’s dark eyes go wide just before impact as the tummy of the Disney-adjacent Princess is skewered by the bony caps. As the brunette tumbles away, breathless and moaning, hugging her midriff, the resourceful redhead crawls toward relief, diving to hand off to the spicy Brazilian.
As the Princess fights to her feet, trying her best to ignore the burning from her belly, Pearls slips into PG’s six o’clock. She wraps her left arm under and around that of Giselle, her right wrapping around the chest of her foe, nails digging into the thin spandex atop her foe’s left breast. Luisa nastily DIGS into the flesh, drawing a squeal of pain from PG and an echoing round of boos from the FAWNatics.
Showing strength befitting her Amazonian homeland, Campos YANKS the embattled Princess off her feet, sending Giselle violently backflipping to a ring-rattling chest-first landing courtesy Luisa’s signature Reach Around half-nelson suplex. The Theme Park Monarch ends face down and unmoving, left splattered from the impact.
Reach Around ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=G_DPduXYcnE )
Pearls pushes to her feet, moves to her demolished adversary, and scrapes the Princess off the deck, bullying her flaccid foe to the Pearls & Spurs’ corner where she dips an arm and scoops Giselle off the canvas, then onto her right shoulder. Luisa places the Sovereign of the Four-Sided Forest in a Tree of Woe, locking Giselle’s legs in place, so she ends upside down, limp and vulnerable.
The raven-haired wrestler jogs to the Greater Good part of town, waves at a worried Colleen. She turns, races to her foe and THROWS her body into a crossbody splash of the upended Princess, CRUSHING the brunette across her weakened abs.
Rain Forest of Woe ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=zQbKiIEluic Tree of Woe version )
Giselle tumbles out of the Tree from the vicious collision, puddling at the feet of a risen Luisa who slaps palms with her newly minted partner, tagging in the recovered and restless rancher.
Unfortunately for the Goodies in the audience, Pearls doesn’t leave Spurs on her lonesome. Instead, they combine to scrape Giselle off the deck. Luisa scoops her arms under those of the Princess, wrapping them around the brunette’s chest, then lifts so Giselle’s legs are available for Beth to snatch and place over her shoulders. With the Princess extended between them, Campos lays out while Jenkins sits out and they debut their devastating Fall From Grace.
Fall From Grace ( youtu.be/SkQEqhp0eZI?t=319 )
With a demolished Giselle stacked on her shoulders between Bareback’s extended legs, Castle starts his count for the…
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A sprinting Colleen breaks up the pin with a dive, but as she rises to continue the fight, Luisa grabs the locks of the Ginger Genius, pulling Angel face to face, then quickly thrusting her digits into the open maw of the yelping O’Neal, clamping on a mandible claw.
Pearls takes Colleen to the canvas with her claw digging deeper, the California Angel’s wings flailing fruitlessly as her torso is encased in a scissors from Luisa.
Mere steps away, Beth’s pulled what’s left of Giselle into a dragon sleeper grip, the Princess arched in a bridge within the control of the auburn-haired grappler. Dipping and grabbing a handful of spandex on the hip of the Princess, Jenkins vaults PG high into the air, boot soles pointed to the rafters, then terminates the royal’s reign with her Buried on Boot Hill (inverted Implant DDT).
Buried on Boot Hill ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=pAw8i0E_hkQ )
The crowd groans in sympathy and disappointment as Beth casually covers in a back press pin, not bothering with Giselle’s stilled legs for the…
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THREEEE!
There’s no last second save from the Angel, as O’Neal passes out from Pearl’s Mandible Claw.
And, as the new partners leave their Greater Good wreckage in similarly lifeless heaps, they rise to receive the announcer’s call and the establishment of their position in the pecking order.
“Your winners and NEW NUMBER ONE CONTENDERS to the FAWN Tag Team Championships…Luisa Campos, Beth Jenkins, Pearls & Spurs!”
The victors, side by side, raise each other’s arms at the wrist, sneering/smirking in satisfaction at their inaugural success and the gold soon to be theirs.
As Pearls & Spurs celebrate their hard-fought victory, the lights in the arena dim slightly, creating a sense of unease among the spectators. Suddenly, two hooded figures emerge from the crowd, slipping over the barricades and sliding into the ring. The crowd is momentarily confused, but their confusion quickly turns to shock and anger as the hooded figures reveal themselves to be none other than The Wrecking Crew, Maddy Mayhem and Rebecca Ravage.
MADDY MAYHEM
REBECCA RAVAGE
Maddy and Rebecca waste no time, launching a brutal assault on the unsuspecting Pearls & Spurs. Maddy grabs Luisa by the hair and viciously slams her face-first into the canvas with a sit-out facebuster, while Rebecca delivers a devastating clothesline from hell to Beth, sending her crashing to the mat.
The referee tries to intervene but is quickly taken down by a fierce elbow from Rebecca. The chaos only escalates as Maddy and Rebecca turn their attention to the already battered members of The Greater Good. Rebecca delivers a swift kick to Colleen's midsection, doubling her over, before lifting her and planting her with a spine-jarring powerbomb. Meanwhile, Rebecca hauls Giselle up and drives her into the mat with a bone-crushing DDT.
The crowd is in an uproar, booing and jeering as The Wrecking Crew stands tall over the carnage. Maddy grabs a microphone from ringside, her face twisted with fury.
"Enough of being overlooked!" Maddy roars into the microphone. "We’ve been tearing through this division, and it’s time we get what we deserve!"
Rebecca steps forward, her eyes blazing with intensity. "We demand to be added to the tag team title match! If anyone thinks they can stop us, just look at what we did tonight."
Before the crowd can fully process the situation, the arena's general manager appears on the stage, her expression a mix of anger and concern.
"Hold on just a minute!" the Bethany's voice booms through the speakers, silencing the crowd. "Maddy, Rebecca, your actions tonight are completely out of line. But I can't ignore the impact you've made. So here's what's going to happen."
The audience holds its breath as the GM continues. "Next week, it will be Pearls & Spurs versus The Wrecking Crew. If the Crew win, they’lll be added to the tag team title match at the upcoming pay-per-view."
Maddy raises the microphone to her lips again, a sneer forming. "No! No! No! No! No! That's not what we want, lady! No more hoops to jump through! We want in that match now, and we want it to be a triple threat. Otherwise, we can just make sure there isn't a tag team title match at all."
The GM narrows her eyes, clearly displeased but understanding the threat's seriousness. "You can't just—"
Maddy cuts her off, stepping over the prone bodies of Pearls & Spurs and pointing down at them. "We'll destroy them right here and now, and there won’t be anything left for a title match. Make the right choice, lady!"
The general manager hesitates, her eyes flicking between the battered contenders in the ring and The Wrecking Crew. "YOU THINK YOU CAN THREATEN—"
Maddy yanks Luisa back to her feet and catches her in a double underhook, taking a step forward to position her for a Mind Twister. "Oh yeah? Oh hell yeah I can!"
The GM immediately tries to de-escalate the situation, "OK! OK! FINE! A triple threat match between The Dream Team, Pearls & Spurs, and The Wrecking Crew for the FAWN Tag Team Titles!"
Maddy smirks triumphantly and twists herself with incredible force, driving Luisa head-first into the canvas with devastating impact.
Mind Twister (https://www.youtube.com/shorts/2ab8eGpI0HE)
"NO! STOP!" Christian stomps her feet in anger and pulls her hair in frustration as Maddy proceeds to hit Luisa with the Mind Twister anyway.
The Mistress of Mayhem tidies her hair before rising to her feet. Rebecca joins her, and the two leave the ring, satisfied with their coercion. The crowd buzzes with anticipation, knowing that the upcoming triple threat match for the tag team titles will be nothing short of explosive.
As The Wrecking Crew exits, the medical team rushes to attend to the fallen competitors. The camera pans to the faces of the stunned audience, capturing their reactions to the unexpected twist. The screen fades to black with the promise of an epic showdown at the upcoming pay-per-view: The Wrecking Crew vs. Pearls & Spurs vs. The Dream Team for the Tag Team Championships.
The redhead emerges and moves center stage, taking a jaunty stance, hands on hips, admiring the ovation. Though the veteran in her twilight struggles to stay at the top of her game since losing the belt in 2021, the assembled welcome back the former Artemis, who reached only footnote status in her early Orlando foray before blossoming and becoming a star with the LA-based fed as the legendary California Angel then making a huge splash upon her FAWN return.
COLLEEN O’NEAL
The blue-eyed beauty waves to her admiring masses and the Sunshine State’s version of the Angel’s Choir cheers the Bay Area native.
O’Neal is garbed in her iconic tight spandex one-piece, halved in pink and sky blue with pink boots to mid-thigh and silver fingerless gloves.
Doubling their excitement, ethereal chimes bring the FAWNatics’ to a fever pitch, the sound of strings transporting everyone to a faraway place and time.
Giselle’s Theme ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=oEBNIzOIbVs ) by Lindsey Stirling
The crowd loudly welcomes the charming sovereign of their favorite storybook realm.
PRINCESS GISELLE
The Disney-adjacent royalty seems to float to center stage, many gazing in wonderment at a woman torn out of a fairy tale. The dark-haired beauty wears what can only be called FAWNticized Sleeping Beauty gear.
( amiclubwear.com/collections/princess-costumes/products/costume-sexy-kk89hc-y1866-snow-redblueyellow ) red boots instead of pumps
Flanking her Greater Good counterpart, the duo shares a side-by-side hug.
Together, they stride down the ramp, the Angel and the Princess bouncing between each side of the aisle, making certain to touch those fans reaching for a touch of greater-ness, the beaming smiles of GG melting all those around them.
The long-time face of the Golden State franchise dashes the final few steps to the squared circle, sliding in under the bottom rope and popping to her feet.
Giselle takes a more regal approach, using the ring steps to ascend to the apron, then enticingly slipping through the cables, offering a little upskirt on the way through.
The ring announcer breaks in as the accompaniment of the Princess fades.
“Our next match is one fall with a 30-minute time limit and is for the number one contender position for the FAWN Tag Team championships. From San Francisco, California and the Magic Kingdom respectively, Colleen O’Neal and Princess Giselle. Together they are an imperative part of the Greater Good!”, the declaration reflecting the absence of the third member of the wholesome threesome, Lady Liberty.
Redhead and brunette respond with applause for their roused supporters and they take possession of their corner, Al Carpenter ready to confirm the partners are as good as their name with the customary pat-down.
A catchy, gyration-tempting South American beat form guitars and drums wafts through the arena. The ring announcer breaks through the rumbling boos emerging from the FAWNatics, as the crowd realizes who else will get a shot at the champion Dream Team at Slaybor Day.
“And their opponents. From Rio de Janeiro, Brazil, Luisa Campos!”
The proclamation earns further disgust from the crowd, but also confusion when only half of the expected duo emerges, a distinct lack of Diamonds to Campos’ Pearls.
The dastardly dark-haired diva basks in the hatred, as she strides to center stage and sets with a stick in her right hand.
Campos sports a reddish-brown, leather two piece with black trim, perhaps showing a complete break from her previous self and an affiliation with a new partner. She finishes the gear with black pads and boots.
Luisa draws the microphone to her flushed lips.
LUISA CAMPOS
“Shut your mouths,” Campos demands. “I have an important announcement and there should be no distractions from the likes of you. You all know I should have been a tag champion many times over by now and there was always one problem. Well, I’ve relieved myself of the problem. Turns out Diamonds aren’t forever. I beat that bytch into a bloody pulp and packaged her back to Puerto Rico.”
The assembled are both stunned and audibly upset at Luisa turning on her partner, even if Marisol Ayala was as deceitful as her Brazilian counterpart.
“So Diamonds and Pearls are finito. Should have been Pearls and Diamonds by the way. Tonight will be a surprise for some of you, many of you, but it will show you just how determined she and I are in becoming the champions of the tag division.”
The back of each FAWNatic straightens when “Wildflower” by JaneDear Girls reverberates through the bowl, the crowd understanding how much the devious and determined freckled fighter alongside the cruel and cavalier Pearls would be a nasty combination.
( www.youtube.com/watch?v=NC0IhlquYlI )
“That’s tight.” Campos takes up the remainder of the introduction.
“Hailing from Tombstone, Arizona, Bareback Beth Jenkins! Together we are Pearls and Spurs!”
True to the Rio native’s word, the raucous redhead joins her, Bareback decked out in gear identical to her new partner save the addition of her black ten-gallon, a coiled lasso on her hip (thank god the ‘branding iron’ ink-gun remained cancelled) and battered cowboy boots, namesake spurs included. The coordinated clothing sends chins wagging about Jenkins’ own previous partner Leah Montoya. Had the Desperados dissolved. It seemed so.
BETH JENKINS
Luisa hands the stick to the Arizona Wrangler.
“I know none of you are truly worried about Leah, but I still want to make this clear. She needed to depart Orlando for family matters back on the ranch. The two of us are still as thick as thieves, but for now, I need what’s mine as much Luisa needs what’s hers. We have a single focus and that’s whatever it takes to have those tag belts around our waists.”
Jenkins tosses the microphone aside to jeers from the sellout crowd and, shoulder to shoulder, Pearls and Spurs stride confidently toward the squared circle and the two goody-two-shoes within.
Reaching the ring and climbing the steps, Luisa moves to the center of the apron before sitting on the middle rope and pushing up the top, showing respect for her seemingly mismatched collaborator.
The auburn-haired cowpoke nods and moves through, sneering at the fan favorites situated in the distant buckles. Jenkins offers a hand back to Campos and Luisa joins her makeshift teammate, Pearls and Spurs hoping opposites attract a title shot.
With P&S in the far corner from Greater Good, Castle relieves Bareback of her hat, lasso and spurs. The newly created crew talks things over, and Beth stays in the field of play, ready to abuse anyone who remained for their adversaries.
O’Neal gives the Princess a pat on her shoulder and Giselle departs, leaving the two redheads in the ring to begin the battle.
While Colleen strides to center stage at the sound of the bell, the proprietor of the BJ ranch seems less concerned about starting the contest on time, ignoring Al Carpenter’s call to join the fray.
“People keep telling me I’m past my prime,” O’Neal barks at the tardy Jenkins, “so I guess I don’t have time to waste with you.”
The Golden State Wrestling icon and briefly FAWN World Champion doesn’t hesitate in advancing to the Pearls & Spurs’ corner to flush Beth out. Before she can, Bareback slips her upper half out of range between the top and middle ropes, shouting at Al to keep her overly anxious adversary back.
With the Ginger Genius only a step away from the auburn-haired Jenkins, Carpenter intervenes, blocking O’Neal’s further progress.
“Give her a little room, Colleen,” Al requests politely.
“Yeah bytch, you heard the man,” Jenkins adds, fully back in the ring but protected by the official.
“Step on this siDAHHHH!”
The impatient California Angel’s side of the discussion is ended when, with the referee’s back to Beth, Bareback rakes a set of nails across O’Neal’s baby blues over the man’s shoulder.
Colleen staggers away, mewling and rubbing furiously at her sockets, while Beth, under a torrent of boos, raises her hands in innocence to a spinning Carpenter, Al realizing both he and Colleen were bamboozled by the raucous rancher.
Arm outstretched toward her Greater Good cohort, a blinded Angel reaches for the tag allowing her early exit, but Jenkins isn’t having it, racing in from O’Neal’s six and clubbing her opponent in the back of the neck with a scythe-like lariat swing, planting the redhead to her face and chest.
Stepping between the downed Angel and her potential savior Princess, Beth stoops and collects O’Neal’s noggin in a front facelock, lifting Colleen to stooped feet. Beth pumps a set of raised knees to the chest of the GSW legend, leaving O’Neal weak in the knees.
The Arizona Wrangler moves beside Colleen, reaches across her back and slips her left arm under O’Neal’s right, menacingly maneuvering herself into a nasty abdominal stretch. With the Angel’s upper body bent toward Bareback and trapped there, Colleen’s abs rip to the left over the plank of Beth’s upper left leg.
Arm Trap Abdominal Stretch ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=cdrbnbiJ9mU )
Jenkins cleverly adds a hair pull behind her back and out of sight of Carpenter to add to O’Neal’s “fun”.
An obliged Al gets in the pained face of Bay Area native, asking if the guardian of Greater Good wants to give in. Colleen shakes her head, grunting out a ‘no’ even as Beth dials up the pressure, O’Neal seemingly sensing she’ll be torn in two.
Feeling her oats early, Beth releases her hair pull and SLAPS Colleen’s exposed midriff, the THWACK echoing through the front rows. Jenkins, satisfied the Cali Angel passed her pop quiz, shoves O’Neal away, the teary-eyed redhead ending on her haunches, looking much the worse for wear.
A smirking Beth lifts a cowboy boot, presses the sole to the back end of Colleen’s braincase and gives a dismissive push, more insulting than painful.
O’Neal lurches to hands and knees and Beth grabs a handful of the long ginger locks. She leads the bastion of Greater Good like a puppy to S&P territory, yanking her bytch within range of a tag with the volatile Brazilian.
A beaming Pearls slaps the proffered palm, grabs the top rope with both hands, and vaults over the top. She lands in a somersault senton across the spinal column of the embarrassed Angel, flattening Colleen to the deck with a loud, breathtaking ‘oooof’ from the redhead.
With practiced ease, Luisa pops to her feet from the momentum of her landing and the newly formed team share a high five to the jeers of the FAWNatics. If there was any concern about how well they’d jell, any issues are yet displayed.
Perhaps surprisingly, Jenkins evacuates legally, and Campos is left to her usually less than legitimate devices with a grounded Angel.
With O’Neal pushing to hands and knees once more, the precocious Pearls delivers a soccer kick to Colleen’s ribs, sending the redhead flopping to her back, the Angel wrapping her tummy in protective arms as she chokes in some raspy breaths.
O’Neal butt scoots her way to a seat against the bottom rope, leaning into the cable as she tries to regain her air and bearings.
Opportunity presenting, Luisa immediately busts her tail to the opposite cables and rebounds at full speed toward the languishing NoCal native. Racing at her target, Pearls NAILS O’Neal with a Running Facewash that sends the redhead halfway over the rope.
Running Facewash ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=1PzcmLy1enw )
The flaccid Colleen seems hung out to dry on the rubber-coated steel, back arched over the strand. However, Campos doesn’t let her laundry stay there long, grabbing an ankle and yanking her foe back in.
In the middle, a dazed O’Neal pulls her legs into a tight ball against her chest, then shoves them out, breaking Luisa’s grip and sending her foe into a brief backpedal. Colleen struggles to her knees when the Brazilian badass sinks a set of nails into her scalp, but the Greater Goodie shows she still has fight, THUMPING a balled right hand into Luisa’s tawny tummy. O’Neal adds a second and third, backing Pearls off far enough for her to reach her feet.
But once there, the raven-haired wrestler delivers a gutting toe kick to the veteran’s midriff, doubling the Angel, now gasping, bug-eyed.
Campos snatches the Colleen’s ginger locks with both hands and sits out, sending the freckled fighter’s face to the unforgiving floorboards with a facebuster.
Sit Out Facebuster ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=tS3zqoFo3ZA )
Pearls adds her little brutal postscript, scrubbing the Angel’s features across the abrasive canvas for several seconds.
With her mane released, Colleen rolls to her back, face rosy from abuse, a worried Giselle calling out to her beleaguered partner.
With the Angel’s shoulders on the canvas, Luisa dives across the midriff of the redhead, snatches both alabaster legs and rolls to a back press pin across Colleen’s chest for the…
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O’Neal shoves out of the pinning predicament, flopping to her front so there’s no repeat effort for a three-count.
Seated next to the Greater Goodie, the Brazilian slaps the canvas in frustration. She pushes to her feet and spins to face the beleaguered Golden State Wrestling icon. Leaping into the air above her foe, Campos tucks her lower limbs and POUNDS her kneecaps into Colleen’s spinal column.
The Bay Area beauty howls in pain, her back arching in anguish and Luisa deftly adds to the torture, snatching the veteran’s rosy mane on one side while wrapping an arm around her crossed ankles on the other. Using the handles she created, Pearls rolls to her back and thrusts the folded Angel heavenward in a Hair Pull Bow-and-Arrow submission.
Bow and Arrow ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=4tW3NAfLdV8&t=8s )
O’Neal’s arms flail wildly above her as she wails in agony, Luisa’s perfect pearlies clenching as she tries to break Colleen in two.
Nick drops to his haunches in front of the suffering redhead and generously provides a way out for the tormented California Angel. Head overturned, O’Neal shakes it as best she can, squeaking out a weak ‘no’. Looking disappointed O’Neal’s misery must continue, Castle hops to his feet and waves off any idea of the crowd, their Greater Good heroine has surrendered.
Giselle and the Goodies respond with a rhythmic clap, hoping to inspire their besieged bestie to hold on. So O’Neal does for long seconds, forcing Pearls to keep herself in her own precarious position, having to make certain her shoulders remain off the mat while the Angel is elevated. Finally, Luisa is forced to relinquish her submission, releasing her grips and heaving her adversary away by straightening her stems.
The Brazilian struggles to her feet, shaking out the burning muscles in all four appendages.
Wearily, she strides to the rough and ready Spurs, Beth more than willing to take up the effort in destroying Greater Good without ever allowing the dime store royalty into the match.
Luisa slaps the proffered palm and hands over the reins to the less than jolly rancher, Jenkins entering and stomping Colleen into the rare Arizona mudhole, O’Neal collapsing into a protective ball under the assault.
Momentarily satisfied, the auburn-haired grappler relents, plucking the Angel out of her imploded state with a wrapped wrist and handful of her foe’s mane. Bareback rips O’Neal to her feet and aims her at the far neutral corner. Jenkins buggywhips the reeling O’Neal toward the buckles with an Irish Whip. A wincing Colleen races across the canvas and turns into a spine-first collision, exacerbating her vertebral bruising and plopping to her ivory ass cheeks from the force of the blow, legs extended.
Beth gives the Theme Park Monarch a blown kiss to the outside, then walks leisurely to the broken Angel. Reaching the reclining redhead, Bareback places a cowboy boot against the features of her foe and proceeds to scrape the freckled skin viciously, drawing hateful boos from the FAWNatics. They only seem to inspire Jenkins to continue the abuse a half-dozen times.
Boot scrapes ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=tsRMz31CuPc )
The Arizona Wrangler turns and takes off for the ropes down the length of the ring. Beth rebounds off the rubber-coated steel, zooming back at the splayed Angel, ready to drive the boot through O’Neal’s temple. But as Jenkins lifts her lead leg to deliver the blow, the Greater Goodie digs deep, throwing her frame out of the way by rolling toward the approaching Beth.
Bareback whiffs on the kick, her boot shooting over the middle rope until her crotch makes for the stopping point against the cable. There isn’t nearly enough give in the strand for a bug-eyed Beth, her baby blues wide after racking the rope into her thinly-sheathed womanhood. Jaw slack, Jenkins seems frozen for long seconds, hands buried between her thighs, the pain pulsating from her privates. The Tombstone native finally flops off the line, puddling on the canvas, softly kneading at her crushed kitty.
Mere feet away, Colleen pushes to hands and knees and, using the godsend of her foe’s miscalculation to save herself, crawls toward the beseeching brunette. It’s an agonizingly slow journey for the Angel’s choir, but as Jenkins makes it to knock-kneed verticality and hobbles toward her escaping oppoenent, O’Neal dives the rest of the way to reach her savior.
The crowd roars as Giselle eagerly enters, charging the ragged redhead and dropping her with a leaping clothesline. Both women scramble to their feet, Beth at a much lengthier pace. She’s immediately decked again by the animated Princess’s lariat. Jenkins forces herself up again, this time PG having to motion the Arizona Wrangler to her feet, and the Belle of the Brawl takes her down again with a perfectly placed dropkick to the jaw.
Needing to slow her foe’s regal roll, Beth slides out under the bottom rope after making acquaintance with the canvas a third time. She plops to the thinly padded cement of the arena floor. Pearls is quick to race around the corner and check on Spurs, helping her new colleague to vertical, Beth leaning into the Brazilian to keep her boot soles under her.
With the loosely embracing ladies less than observant regarding the whereabouts of the sovereign of FAWN’s Magic Kingdom, the Princess hits the cables behind her and u-turns into a sprint toward the clueless cowpoke and her Brazilian cohort. Taking to the air as she dives between the top and middle ropes, Giselle PLOWS into both foes with a Suicide Dive, sending each hurtling into the steel barricade.
Pearls and Spurs CLACK into the unforgiving metal and pool at its base, the well-trained Goodies roaring “HOLY CRAP” instead of the expletive-laden alternative, per previous pre-match requests of the GG.
The Princess pumps a fist to the chant, peeling a dazed Beth out of the pile by a wrist and shoulder. She heaves the auburn-haired fighter toward the ring, Jenkins spinning into a back-first collision with the apron’s edge, PG treating Spurs to a little taste of what she’d given the Angel earlier.
Bareback arches in pain, her eyes slits as the ache courses through her freckled frame. Roughly, the Disney-adjacent heroine seizes Beth, turns her to the squared circle, and heaves her adversary back into the legal field of play.
The rested and ready Princess rejoins Jenkins in the ring and, as her foe slowly pushes to all fours, Giselle grabs a handful of auburn locks to steady her filly and mounts Beth in a forward-facing standing straddle. The Theme Park Monarch cinches a standing head scissors and waves regally to the crowd, the FAWNatics responding in kind joyfully.
Giselle violently drops to her knees, POUNDING Bareback’s flawless features into the deck with a nasty Kneeling Facebuster, showing the Belle of the Brawl is not fooling around with the chance to become one of the number one contenders for the tag titles on the line.
Kneeling Fscebuster ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=3-Ox6jqRXig ) :14
The Princess rotates to her derriere, bringing Jenkins with her, and snatches a raised leg to pull Beth into a cradle between her lower limbs for the…
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The ranching redhead spasms her way out of the pin and from between PG’s extended stems, flopping to her chest, then rattling her attic to dissipate the cobwebs.
As the stubborn Bareback pushes to hands and knees, a risen Princess snakes her right leg around Jenkins’ left and she rolls over the top of the rattled redhead.
Giselle tumbles through a full spin, emerging the other side on the mat with the flustered Beth in her lap, trapped in a leg scissors and armbar combination with the pit of Giselle’s right knee tight to Jenkins’ neck. Wrenching and yanking in different directions, PG secures her Nautilus, ready to draw a capitulation from the Arizona Wrangler.
The crowd excitedly chants “TAP…TAP…TAP” as the glistening Theme Park Monarch works her submission hold, having hog-tied the proprietor of the BJ ranch into an agonizing dilemma.
Nautilus ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=05lLUZeJslM )
But while the dogged Jenkins flails wildly, unable to find a way out of Giselle’s ingenious snare, she doesn’t surrender. Seemingly by dumb luck, Beth’s thrashing stacks the Princess on her shoulders for the…
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PG is forced to give up her hold to roll out of the counter pin. The brunette scurries to her feet, reaching for the seated Bareback. The Disney-adjacent royalty hauls a grimacing Beth to her feet to build further momentum, but Beth has different ideas, rocking the regal with a forearm shiver to the jaw. The head-snapping impact puts the Princess on jelly legs and another puts Giselle on one knee.
Now it’s the Tombstone native’s turn to pull PG to verticality. With a wrist in her possession, she heaves Giselle to the far ropes, readying for her return, center stage.
The Theme Park Monarch hits the cables head-on and drops into a backward somersault seemingly suiting the auburn-haired Arizonan, Beth snatching her foe around the waist and lifting Giselle to deposit her in an unpleasant manner.
But Giselle break loose, grabbing Beth’s noggin in a side headlock and POUNDING her foe’s skull into the canvas with a Wheelbarrow Bulldog.
Wheelbarrow bulldog ( youtu.be/uWoVOJtppBc?t=177 )
The force sends Jenkins absently flopping to her back, hands shooting to her face.
Deciding to let the recuperated Angel in on the fun, Giselle hustles to her corner and tags in the Greater Good’s freckled fighter.
The veteran from the Golden State doesn’t dally. She collects her fellow redhead, as Beth starts to rise, with a ¾ facelock. She crisply snap mares the Tombstone Terror to a seat, Beth wincing from the impact on her tailbone. The look of pain only grows when O’Neal adds a soccer kick to the spine, Jenkins’ backbone arching in anguish.
Brushing past the Arizona Wrangler, Colleen rushes to the ropes in front of her foe. She rebounds at full speed, and leaps into a meteora, flattening Beth’s back to the mat. In a schoolgirl position atop her adversary, the California Angel lays the wood to Jenkins’ braincase with a series of forearm blows to jaw and temple, rattling the senses of the soon glassy-eyed Bareback.
Colleen reaches behind her with both arms and hooks the raised knees of the rancher, pulling both stems forward and folding her foe in a matchbook pin for the…
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THRNOOO!
Beth thrusts her pelvis and scoops her arms under O’Neal to buck her adversary off, tossing the Ginger Genius over the top of her head.
Both women scramble toward their feet, but Colleen is quicker. She moves beside the wobbly Jenkins, side by side, pointed in opposite directions. Securing Bareback next to her, O’Neal lays out and PLANTS Beth’s face and chest into the deck with her Ginger Snap (reverse STO).
Ginger Snap ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=1KL26GPDVmg )
O’Neal quickly maneuvers toward her Golden Gate finisher, a figure four head scissors that’s served her so well over the years. However, the desperate Jenkins struggles within and, before Colleen can secure her preferred ending, Beth shifts her frame and lays a leg over the bottom rope. Castle calls for the break and the Angel obliges, releasing but stepping toward a rising Jenkins instead of away.
Not giving her fellow redhead any recovery time, the GSW icon bundles the woozy Beth to Greater Good territory, stuffing her foe into the buckles by the Belle of the Brawl. O’Neal hands the keys back to the brunette, only remaining in the ring long enough to keep Bareback captured until the Princess is ready to retake dominion of her realm.
Giselle tugs her rubbery-legged opponent a few feet from the corner in a front facelock. Properly positioned, PG hooks her opposite arm around the back of Beth’s knee, pulling the limb off the deck and leaving Jenkins on one unstable stem.
PG swings the leg wide, then whips it back toward her foe’s body while RIPPING Bareback off the canvas delivering her to the deck with Mister Toad’s Wild Ride, the Theme Park Monarch threatening to end the fight with the brutal spinning neckbreaker.
Mister Toad’s Wild Ride ( youtu.be/uWoVOJtppBc?t=222 )
The shellshocked Beth ends splayed in a spreadeagled heap next to the Princess, but Giselle decides she’s taking Jenkins to Space Mountain to make certain of the three-count.
Giselle heads for the top of the nearest corner, pumping a fist to the crowd as she turns and faces her sprawled opponent. The Belle of the Brawl takes to the skies, crunching into a tight tuck at her highest, then spreading wide in the ‘Mountainous’ frog splash that would leave Bareback Beth little more than a ginger greasespot.
But the raucous rancher digs deep, lifting her knees. Giselle’s dark eyes go wide just before impact as the tummy of the Disney-adjacent Princess is skewered by the bony caps. As the brunette tumbles away, breathless and moaning, hugging her midriff, the resourceful redhead crawls toward relief, diving to hand off to the spicy Brazilian.
As the Princess fights to her feet, trying her best to ignore the burning from her belly, Pearls slips into PG’s six o’clock. She wraps her left arm under and around that of Giselle, her right wrapping around the chest of her foe, nails digging into the thin spandex atop her foe’s left breast. Luisa nastily DIGS into the flesh, drawing a squeal of pain from PG and an echoing round of boos from the FAWNatics.
Showing strength befitting her Amazonian homeland, Campos YANKS the embattled Princess off her feet, sending Giselle violently backflipping to a ring-rattling chest-first landing courtesy Luisa’s signature Reach Around half-nelson suplex. The Theme Park Monarch ends face down and unmoving, left splattered from the impact.
Reach Around ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=G_DPduXYcnE )
Pearls pushes to her feet, moves to her demolished adversary, and scrapes the Princess off the deck, bullying her flaccid foe to the Pearls & Spurs’ corner where she dips an arm and scoops Giselle off the canvas, then onto her right shoulder. Luisa places the Sovereign of the Four-Sided Forest in a Tree of Woe, locking Giselle’s legs in place, so she ends upside down, limp and vulnerable.
The raven-haired wrestler jogs to the Greater Good part of town, waves at a worried Colleen. She turns, races to her foe and THROWS her body into a crossbody splash of the upended Princess, CRUSHING the brunette across her weakened abs.
Rain Forest of Woe ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=zQbKiIEluic Tree of Woe version )
Giselle tumbles out of the Tree from the vicious collision, puddling at the feet of a risen Luisa who slaps palms with her newly minted partner, tagging in the recovered and restless rancher.
Unfortunately for the Goodies in the audience, Pearls doesn’t leave Spurs on her lonesome. Instead, they combine to scrape Giselle off the deck. Luisa scoops her arms under those of the Princess, wrapping them around the brunette’s chest, then lifts so Giselle’s legs are available for Beth to snatch and place over her shoulders. With the Princess extended between them, Campos lays out while Jenkins sits out and they debut their devastating Fall From Grace.
Fall From Grace ( youtu.be/SkQEqhp0eZI?t=319 )
With a demolished Giselle stacked on her shoulders between Bareback’s extended legs, Castle starts his count for the…
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A sprinting Colleen breaks up the pin with a dive, but as she rises to continue the fight, Luisa grabs the locks of the Ginger Genius, pulling Angel face to face, then quickly thrusting her digits into the open maw of the yelping O’Neal, clamping on a mandible claw.
Pearls takes Colleen to the canvas with her claw digging deeper, the California Angel’s wings flailing fruitlessly as her torso is encased in a scissors from Luisa.
Mere steps away, Beth’s pulled what’s left of Giselle into a dragon sleeper grip, the Princess arched in a bridge within the control of the auburn-haired grappler. Dipping and grabbing a handful of spandex on the hip of the Princess, Jenkins vaults PG high into the air, boot soles pointed to the rafters, then terminates the royal’s reign with her Buried on Boot Hill (inverted Implant DDT).
Buried on Boot Hill ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=pAw8i0E_hkQ )
The crowd groans in sympathy and disappointment as Beth casually covers in a back press pin, not bothering with Giselle’s stilled legs for the…
ONE…
TWO…
THREEEE!
There’s no last second save from the Angel, as O’Neal passes out from Pearl’s Mandible Claw.
And, as the new partners leave their Greater Good wreckage in similarly lifeless heaps, they rise to receive the announcer’s call and the establishment of their position in the pecking order.
“Your winners and NEW NUMBER ONE CONTENDERS to the FAWN Tag Team Championships…Luisa Campos, Beth Jenkins, Pearls & Spurs!”
The victors, side by side, raise each other’s arms at the wrist, sneering/smirking in satisfaction at their inaugural success and the gold soon to be theirs.
As Pearls & Spurs celebrate their hard-fought victory, the lights in the arena dim slightly, creating a sense of unease among the spectators. Suddenly, two hooded figures emerge from the crowd, slipping over the barricades and sliding into the ring. The crowd is momentarily confused, but their confusion quickly turns to shock and anger as the hooded figures reveal themselves to be none other than The Wrecking Crew, Maddy Mayhem and Rebecca Ravage.
MADDY MAYHEM
REBECCA RAVAGE
Maddy and Rebecca waste no time, launching a brutal assault on the unsuspecting Pearls & Spurs. Maddy grabs Luisa by the hair and viciously slams her face-first into the canvas with a sit-out facebuster, while Rebecca delivers a devastating clothesline from hell to Beth, sending her crashing to the mat.
The referee tries to intervene but is quickly taken down by a fierce elbow from Rebecca. The chaos only escalates as Maddy and Rebecca turn their attention to the already battered members of The Greater Good. Rebecca delivers a swift kick to Colleen's midsection, doubling her over, before lifting her and planting her with a spine-jarring powerbomb. Meanwhile, Rebecca hauls Giselle up and drives her into the mat with a bone-crushing DDT.
The crowd is in an uproar, booing and jeering as The Wrecking Crew stands tall over the carnage. Maddy grabs a microphone from ringside, her face twisted with fury.
"Enough of being overlooked!" Maddy roars into the microphone. "We’ve been tearing through this division, and it’s time we get what we deserve!"
Rebecca steps forward, her eyes blazing with intensity. "We demand to be added to the tag team title match! If anyone thinks they can stop us, just look at what we did tonight."
Before the crowd can fully process the situation, the arena's general manager appears on the stage, her expression a mix of anger and concern.
"Hold on just a minute!" the Bethany's voice booms through the speakers, silencing the crowd. "Maddy, Rebecca, your actions tonight are completely out of line. But I can't ignore the impact you've made. So here's what's going to happen."
The audience holds its breath as the GM continues. "Next week, it will be Pearls & Spurs versus The Wrecking Crew. If the Crew win, they’lll be added to the tag team title match at the upcoming pay-per-view."
Maddy raises the microphone to her lips again, a sneer forming. "No! No! No! No! No! That's not what we want, lady! No more hoops to jump through! We want in that match now, and we want it to be a triple threat. Otherwise, we can just make sure there isn't a tag team title match at all."
The GM narrows her eyes, clearly displeased but understanding the threat's seriousness. "You can't just—"
Maddy cuts her off, stepping over the prone bodies of Pearls & Spurs and pointing down at them. "We'll destroy them right here and now, and there won’t be anything left for a title match. Make the right choice, lady!"
The general manager hesitates, her eyes flicking between the battered contenders in the ring and The Wrecking Crew. "YOU THINK YOU CAN THREATEN—"
Maddy yanks Luisa back to her feet and catches her in a double underhook, taking a step forward to position her for a Mind Twister. "Oh yeah? Oh hell yeah I can!"
The GM immediately tries to de-escalate the situation, "OK! OK! FINE! A triple threat match between The Dream Team, Pearls & Spurs, and The Wrecking Crew for the FAWN Tag Team Titles!"
Maddy smirks triumphantly and twists herself with incredible force, driving Luisa head-first into the canvas with devastating impact.
Mind Twister (https://www.youtube.com/shorts/2ab8eGpI0HE)
"NO! STOP!" Christian stomps her feet in anger and pulls her hair in frustration as Maddy proceeds to hit Luisa with the Mind Twister anyway.
The Mistress of Mayhem tidies her hair before rising to her feet. Rebecca joins her, and the two leave the ring, satisfied with their coercion. The crowd buzzes with anticipation, knowing that the upcoming triple threat match for the tag team titles will be nothing short of explosive.
As The Wrecking Crew exits, the medical team rushes to attend to the fallen competitors. The camera pans to the faces of the stunned audience, capturing their reactions to the unexpected twist. The screen fades to black with the promise of an epic showdown at the upcoming pay-per-view: The Wrecking Crew vs. Pearls & Spurs vs. The Dream Team for the Tag Team Championships.