Post by hawkeye on Aug 5, 2024 0:17:15 GMT
Having gotten her Booty & Cutie butt kicked by the Wrecking Crew after getting SNAFUed by Becky Clayton the month before, the Pleasant Valley Princess planned on taking a Summer Swelter vacation. But when Dominique pulled off the biggest upset in recorded history and got a little big for her non-existent boots, calling out the roster, opportunity knocked.
And if Kylie knew anything about FAWN after twenty years in the game, it was to grab your chance when you had it. Sanders was once forced into early retirement early on in those twenty years by Miss ‘Almost an Olympian’, though she was able to find a loophole back into the game after half a year on the sidelines.
Almost two decades past her initial retirement, and with the clock really ticking now, Ky bounced on the balls of her feet just behind the curtains, ready to settle the score by taking a rubber match before the sunset came and went.
From beyond, the glorious, melodious and upbeat Sixpence None The Richer’s ‘There She Goes’ swept through the arena and the Corps roared to its collective feet.
THERE SHE GOES:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=tMfXeuv4kZE
The foremost FAWN original remaining pushes through and moved to center stage, Kylie absorbing the crowd’s adulation, smiling and waving, the sight of their redeemed favorite eliciting rekindled love in the direction of the silvery-bobbed beauty.
KYLIE SANDERS:
Drawing on echoes of her original gear, Sanders sported a simple yellow-gold sports bra topside with black boy-cut shorts, black boots and pads. As she headed down the ramp, Ky cupped a hand to an ear, enjoying the chants of ‘KY-LEE’ that overwhelmed her accompaniment.
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A beaming Sanders walked the aisle, happy to slap hands with her fans, gazing with delight at a poster proclaiming “I’m no Russian judge, but Domi gets a 0.0!”.
Reaching the ring and climbing the steps, Ky took a moment to gaze around the arena at the massive display of affection. Sanders saluted her supporters with a wave before slipping through the cables.
Moving to the middle, Ky mouthed a misty-eyed “Thank you”.
The veteran strode to the corner as her music and the ovation faded, allowing referee Craig 'All Night' Long to pat down her pads and boots while the Announcer took their cue.
“Our next match is scheduled for one fall with a twenty-minute time limit. First. Hailing from Pleasant Valley, Iowa; standing five feet four inches and weighing in at one hundred and fifteen pounds, the Platinum Pixie…KYLIE SANDERS!”
The FAWNatics gave one final roar, ready to support their beloved Girl Scout as Ky moved to her corner, passed Long's pat-down, and kept herself limber with some rope-aided stretches.
The former gymnast’s features turned sour at Sanders’ support. The woman the simpletons loved was a loser, only the greatest FAWN’s ever known, and not half the athlete.
Coming off perhaps her greatest victory, placing a period at the end of Kylie’s sentence would be especially apropos.
The buzz in the crowd increased, the Kylie Corps ready to boo their hearts out. When Lady Gaga’s ‘Applause’ echoes throughout the arena, the jeering crowd get their chance.
APPLAUSE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=pco91kroVgQ
Appropriate considering the concurrent Olympiad in Paris, the arrogant aerialist 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 stuck the landing, her muscular frame in a standing spread eagle, 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, washed over her instead.
The Mighty Mite reveled in the swarm’s negative emotions, knowing the fans’ animosity was fueled by jealousy of her unrivaled athletic excellence and wrestling brilliance.
Having used her physical gifts to recently run roughshod in Japan, Daly’s return to reclaim a spot atop the sub-125 division was bolstered immeasurably by the defeat of two literal giants of the game at Swelter.
Tonight the vertically challenged hardbody was decked out in a gleaming red and blue leotard dusted with tiny stars of white. Strategic rips revealed several swatches of Daly’s trim midriff, her chiseled tummy matching the perfectly sculpted shoulders, arms and thighs. The look was completed by matching white tape on her wrists and ankles, chalk powder on her palms and the soles of her bare feet.
Daly threw her head back, long, dark hair in a classic ponytail. She cupped her hands around her mouth and shouts “HIT IT!”
The lights turned strobe, flickering on and off so fast even the most attentive fans couldn't follow the effortlessly intricate series of tumbles, handsprings, flips and cartwheels that took the exotic brunette down the ramp. Tracking her was 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 regained their equilibrium, Daly was on the outside of the nearest top turnbuckle, staring and pointing menacingly at the Pixie before mining the snapping of a twig.
Dominique threw her hands overhead in a ‘V’ and launched heavenward before spiraling into a descent that planted her in the center of the ring as the Announcer returns to his introduction.
“And her opponent. 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 was cut short when Daly grabbed the stick and shooed the Announcer back.
“I destroyed Pandora and your little flash in the pan Casey and now all you want me to do is put this no-talent FAWN zombie back in her grave? Consider it done!”
Dominique was buried under an avalanche of boos and catcalls.
Shaking her head, smirk firmly in place, Daly tossed the stick back to the Announcer, moves to the corner opposite Ky and began her stretching routine to the pleasure of the nearby crowd, the barefoot and leotard-clad Domi not requiring Craig's check due to the lack of hiding places.
The bell sounded and Domi didn't so much leave her corner as she did launch from it, the Mightiest of Mites throwing herself into a truncated floor routine that brought her to the center of the squared circle with an emphatic little 'THWUMP!' Daly's landing was flawless as ever, though she might've lost some points for sportsmanship considering she finished with double birds pointed directly at Kylie, who tried and almostsucceeded in not rolling her eyes.
“Get your flat ass out here, hayseed!” the brunette demanded of the former World Champ. “You want to interrupt my coronation as the Destroyer Destroyer? Hope you enjoyed the moment because tonight I'm using your face as a goddamned podi—”
Roars from the Red, White, & Bruised throng when Sanders stormed forth and brazenly chested in on her fellow lightweight! “You didn't destroy anything, cutie.” Ky explained to the fuming gymnast. “Except maybe your chances of living a long and healthy life. You think Newsome is pissed about you stealing her W? Just wait until Pandy finds you in the parking lot one eve—”
Daly rocked the Iowan up on her heels with a rough shove, then earned another round of boisterous jeers when she tagged Sanders across the mouth with a disrespectful backhand! “I'm too smart for those idiots and too good for trash like you, Sanders! Your career should've been over fifteen years ago, but this company's always had a perverse fascination with lovable losers. Not that I'm mad about it though. Their delight in watching you suffer means I get to retire your washed-up ass twi—HEY!”
Dominique skipped back on one foot when Kylie lunged forward like she meant to stamp on the brunette's bare toes! Ky didn't stomp, she did however snatch hold of Daly's upraised foot and take a big step back to stretch the limb out full length. Such an arrangement would've left most competitors hopping awkwardly, but Dominique Daly only sighed and floated another bird in Kylie's direction.
“Oh no, I'm standing on one foot, whatever shall I—” Kylie yanked the captured limb up as high as it would go, then swung it down and back with enough force to double the brunette over and thus put her in perfect position for the Kneelift Sanders THWHACKED against her forehead! The blow rocked Domi backward on rickety legs, the usually surefooted battler windmilling her arms in an effort to—“OOOOFFHH!”
Kylie shot in low, driving her right shoulder into the other woman's taut midsection. In the same instant she looped her arms around Daly's upper thighs and knotted her hands beneath the curve of the brunette's glutes. Just like that she went up on tiptoe and pivoted left while dropping forward and down, the FAWN original THWHUMPING Domi to the deck with a big Double Leg Takedown!
DOUBLE LEG TAKEDOWN:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=yoBBoIKB7pc
Such a simple maneuver was meant to stun rather than finish, yet it didn't stop the Platinum Pixie from stretching out across her rival's chest and hooking the far leg tight enough for Craig Long to swoop in for...
ONE!
Domi shot a shoulder off the mat and sat up in the same instant, disdain clearly stamped on her face. “You arrogant piece of shit, you think you're going to pin me that—”
Kylie grabbed onto her shoulders, forced the brunette back to the canvas and glued her in place with a miniature Splash good for...
ONE!
Daly squirmed out from underneath and made it to her hands and knees only for Ky to rush in and CRAAACK her across the back with a two-handed Overhand Slap! Domi yelped and momentarily froze, just as Ky had hoped she would. Positioned to her rival's left, Sanders threaded her left leg around Dominique's left bicep, then hopped over the vulnerable brunette and hooked her right arm around Daly's right thigh in the process. The result meant Domi was stacked on her shoulders nice and tight, those abbreviated stems bicycling in sheer fury as she fought to escape the Oklahoma Roll before...
OKLAHOMA ROLL:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=kks1suTdPRo
ONE...
TWO...
THRNOOOO!
The Ultimate Athlete kicked loose, back-rolled away from the chaos and popped to verticality as Kylie did the same. “SHOWBOATING BITCH!” Daly bellowed at the unflappable blonde. “DON'T THINK YOU'RE GOING TO EMBARRASS ME AND GET AWAY WITH NNNGGGGHHH!”
Sanders showed enough respect to warm Domi's cheek with a forehand Bitch Slap, but that was where the courtesy ended. With the strike still echoing through the floor seats, Kylie hooked her left arm around the shorter woman's neck and pulled her down just to straighten her up with a swift European Uppercut! Daly got a hand up to check her jaw, alas the Hawkeye swatted it away so she could hook her left arm across the wobbly highflyer's chest. Cupping the nape of Dominique's neck for extra leverage, Ky drew her left leg back and delivered one, two, three well-placed Kneelifts to her opponent's exposed midsection.
MEASURED KNEELIFT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=OtXqqkStGJ0
The last one dropped Domi to all fours (or rather three of four, as her left arm was strapped tight to her throbbing abdominals) so Sanders turned and ran the ropes much to the delight of those assembled. Their enjoyment only grew when the former World Champion left her feet just long enough to brace both of 'em against Daly's bowed back and push down, the Running Mushroom Stomp THWHUMPING the brunette down flat on her already roiling tummy!
RUNNING MUSHROOM STOMP:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=hK4BOyGW_hw
Kylie skipped off her doormat and circled back in search of a cover only to change her mind when Domi fought to her hands and knees. Easing into position behind the the muttering Mite, Kylie sank into a deep crouch and looped both arms around Dominique's middle in a snug Waistlock. “Guuuuhhhh...get offa me, bitch.” Daly grunted as she tried to clamber to the ropes. “We both know you're not strong enough to squeeze me ouWHHOOOAAAH!” Sanders had no intention of squeezing her adversary into submission, a truth Domi only realized when the blonde set her feet and sloooooooooooowly muscled her off the mat! Denied her base, Daly squirmed and fought like a madwoman but couldn't halt the progression of the slow motion bridge, the speed of which greatly increased once they crested the apex and Ky snapped back to THWHUMP the other Lightweight down on the back of her head and shoulders! Shooting up on tiptoe in the wake of the German Suplex, Sanders held the bridge nice and tight while All Night counted off...
DEADLIFT GERMAN SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=3wsbqOwr3ZY
ONE...
TWO...
Domi twisted her hips hard enough to wrench free of the Waistlock with a full second remaining while Kylie pushed to one knee and raked a hand through her hair. She showed three fingers to the official, but certainly wasn't surprised when he came back with two. Seizing Domi by the shoulders, she dragged her to a seat, then snuggled in behind and threaded her arms beneath the gymnast's biceps in a snug Full Nelson.
“Cheap bitch.” Domi flailed her arms in an effort to get a hold of Sanders' hair, but the veteran put a stop to that by forcing Daly's chin down into the depths of her modest cleavage. “Don't even have the decency to wear a proper hair style. What're you supposed to be these days, an aging realt—eeeerrrrrrrgggggggghhhhhh!”
Kylie used the Full Nelson to turn Dominique onto her belly. From there she swung a leg across and settled into a comfortable seat, one that really let her craaaaaaaaaaaank back on the modified Camel Clutch. Jostling the Nelson back and forth even as she bounced in place on Daly's pert glutes, Ky planted a teasing smooch on the back of her foe's head and replied, “No 'supposed to be' about it, Domi. I am the chick that's kicking your mouthy ass. Now, do you want to give up or do I have to stretch you a little harder?”
Daly laughed aloud despite the awkward angle of her spine. “A LITTLE?” she snorted at the other veteran. “Bitch, you'd have to tie me in KNOTS to even consider a submission and you aren't that go—”
Kylie pressed down on the brunette's skull while simultaneously rocking back in her seat to wrench Domi into an awful 'J' shape. “What do you say, Domi?” Long asked his charge several seconds after the first chorus of 'TAP!' rattled through the arena. “Need me to call for the bell?”
Daly couldn't shake her head one way or the other thanks to the blonde's pressure, but she waggled a finger 'no' to ensure the ref knew she wasn't about to throw in the towel. Still, she needed to get out of this before the Iowa idiot could inflict any more damage so she gritted her teeth and started to work her legs this way and that. Kylie's seat was such that Domi couldn't really slide out from underneath the mount, but she was able to close the distance between herself and the ropes even if it felt like her upper thighs were going to be scuffed all to hell in no time. Eventually she managed to shuffle to within reach of the ropes and after a bit more thrashing she managed to grab hold of the second strand.
“Break it!” she demanded at once. “I mean it, Sanders. I'm in the ropes, so let me out of this grubby little—”
A hiss of disgust from the gymnast when Kylie broke the Nelson so she could aggressively muss her foe's hair. Then she was up and gone, Sanders retreating to mid-ring with her hands raised while Daly slid under the bottom rope. “Don't let her camp out there all night, Craig.” Ky told the referee as Domi struggled to her feet. “If she wants a medal that isn't just a participation trophy she's gonna have to—”
“Fuck off, loser.” Daly snapped. “Just because these idiots love you again doesn't mean you aren't the biggest punk in FAWN's his—”
The Pleasant Valley Princess rushed the edge with every intent of smashing a Forearm into the brunette's jaw, unfortunately Domi had plans of her own, namely lunging over the second rope with a Shoulderblock that skewered the blonde's belly! The gut shot dropped Ky to one knee and she grabbed the middle rope in both hands, a position she still occupied when Domi caught the top rope and vaulted over into a seat on the blonde's back. Just like that she hooked her calves around Kylie's biceps and snapped forward to wrench the Platinum Pixie off the strands and THWHAM her down flat on her back courtesy a Springboard Yoshi Tonic! Quick to snake her right arm around the blonde's right thigh as soon as they touched down, Domi leaned in against Kylie's upturned haunches to keep her glued in place through...
SPRINGBOARD YOSHI TONIC:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=_s786ca-h24
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
Sanders thrust her hips and spilled to her side next to the seated Domi. Daly glanced at Long, the Ultimate Athlete silently calling for a three-count but only two fingers were raised by the ref.
The spectacular acrobatics left the FAWN original rattled, her previous match-long momentum a memory as the Pixie pushed to hands and knees. Dominique kipped to her bare tootsies, the almost Olympian regaining the footing that matched her ever-confident attitude.
Plucking Ky to her feet by a wrist and shoulder, the diminutive Daly Whipped her fellow lightweight to the far corner, Sanders spinning into a back-first collision with the buckles. Rocked but remaining vertical, the former Vanilla Chill was THUMPED by the bare feet of a charging Daly, when Domi took to the air and planted a Dropkick to the Pixie’s bosom.
Taking a seat on the middle buckle after impact, Kylie could manage no defense when the Mite scrambled to her feet and follows with a second Dropkick to her ivory abdomen. The follow-up blow sent Ky to her backside, alabaster stems outstretched in front of her, elfin features twisted in pain.
Daly completed her version of the Three Amigos, nailing a low-rise Dropkick to Kylie’s chin, snapping Sanders’ noggin in whiplash fashion. Ky’s left a reclining wreck, hazel eyes glassy.
Domi snatched her foe’s ankles and pulled Kylie away from the buckles, laying the blonde several feet out from a potential launching pad for the Mite.
And indeed Dominique hustled to the corner, quickly reaching the top, dipping and taking to the sky in a majestic back-flip, her Moonsault soaring to the splayed Pixie, the former gymnast planning to Stick the Dismount and end this farce.
But the renowned determination of the Iowan fueled Sanders enough to roll clear and Daly was left to plant her feet on canvas instead of pale abs. Domi adjusted without a hint of concern, the brunette landing cleanly, her momentum leading to a back handspring and an immediate charge of the rising Sanders.
Domi grabbed the shoulders of the Pixie coming in and hopped to a tuck position tight against Kylie’s chest. Ky seemed to take control, scooping her hands beneath Daly’s shins but the former gymnast hurled herself in reverse and SLAMMED Sanders' face and chest to the canvas with no run-of-the-mill Facebuster.
LEAPING FACEBUSTER @ 00:14
www.youtube.com/watch?v=INVyJk3KF0k&list=PL_6167CLp8VeyGDzioYN3WSZ7_kupMEsK
Ky absently flopped to her back from the nasty impact and Daly took to the same penthouse from which she’d tried to Stick Sanders with an early finish.
Easily ascending, Domi turned to face her target this time and got all froggie on the Hawkeye. Reaching her stratospheric peak, the ponytailed brunette crunched into a tight tuck, then expanded wide and SMASHED across Ky’s midriff, the THUMP of Domi’s Splash sending a collective groan through the Corps.
FROG SPLASH:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=JzsnTKwEFSc
The Ultimate Athlete bounced several inches off the victim, drawing a quick grimace from Daly, as she felt the force behind her attack. It didn't stop Daly from pressing her taut frame tight to the flattened Pixie, hooking both legs and rolling into a Back Press for the…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOO!
Ky shoved the bite-sized aerialist off, throwing a shoulder from the canvas in doing so.
The relieved crowd chanted ‘TWO!’ and Craig agreed, holding a pair of digits aloft.
“Seriously?” the Mite asked incredulously.
“You’d make a perfect Olympic trials judge, as corrupt as you are.”
Daly pushed to her feet and got in Long’s grill, then smiled and patted him on the shoulder.
“Just kidding. Nobody else’s that crooked.”
Dominique returned her attention to the task at hand, striding to Sanders and snatching a shoulder and wrist. The Mite was ready to send Ky off for a ride with an Irish Whip, but the Pleasant Valley Princess reversed and it’s the former gymnast’s soles pattering against the canvas.
The Pac Rim beauty rebounded out of the strands, racing to a dipping Pixie, Kylie apparently shooting for a Back Body Drop. But Domi Sunset Flipped over fast, before Sanders could heave. The Ultimate Athlete pulled the blonde off her feet into a momentary pin, but then decided to focus her attack on one of the Pixie’s wheels, wrapping her arms around the Hawkeye’s left ankle, Scissoring Ky’s trapped limb and yanking with a Heel Hook.
HEEL HOOK TO ANKLE LOCK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Zh911ANtamc
With Kylie flailing in pain, Domi rolled herself and her victim to their chests. The former gymnast rpse to one knee with an Ankle Lock in place, wrenching away on the howling Kylie.
Long matched Daly’s genuflection, his in front of the anguished visage of the Platinum Pixie, Craig asking the FAWN original if she wanted to cede the career rubber match to Dominique. Kylie yanked at her silvery mop, trying to spread the pain as she shook her head.
“No…I’ll never quit. Not against thiSAHHHHH!
Ky yelped in agony but put her nails to better use, digging them into the canvas and slowly pulling herself to the nearby cables. After a half-dozen seconds of torture, the Iowan’s able to wrap a palm around the bottom cable and squeal for release.
A frustrated Daly forced Long to count for the break, Domi finally freeing her foe, but only by throwing the captured limb to the thinly sheathed floorboards, Kylie’s knee banging off the deck.
A whimpering Sanders pulls the throbbing stem close as she rolled under and to the apron outside the field of play. A risen Mite took off at a warp speed sprint to the opposite strands, rebounded, and rocketed into a Baseball Slide, her feet THWAPPPING into the balled Pixie. Ky was sent flying, plopping to the thinly covered concrete, then rolling to a wedged position against the barricade. The nearby Corps watched anxiously as their resurrected Girl Scout earned a merit badge in getting her ass kicked.
Still, the FAWNatics rallied behind the reeling Sanders, the PVP using the railing to push to her boot soles. The Pixie leaned heavily against the steel structure, arms looped over the top railing for support.
Ky searched the ring for her adversary but found no one save Long. She caught a red, white and blue flash out of the corner of an eye and acted reflexively, pulling herself to the left.
Sanders’ instinct was proven precise as Domi’s forward flipping cannonball sent her CRASHING into the divider, overturned and spine-first against the unforgiving metal. Daly ended with her glorious glutes pointed to the rafters, stacked on her head and shoulders against the barricade.
A huffing, sweat-soaked Pixie weakly pumped her right arm, and the Corps responded with a ‘KY-LEE’ chant. The veteran used the energy from her army to scoop Domi out of her puddle and wearily sidle to the apron’s edge, tossing the leotard-garbed grappler back in under the bottom rope.
Kylie slid in after her foe, rose slowly, and pulled Domi to her feet by her ponytail.
Using the convenient ‘hair handle’, the Pixie pivoted and Hair Mared Dominique across the canvas, Daly landing on her back but using the force to roll to her feet, Splashing into a corner. The near Olympian turned and slumped in the direction of Kylie, the Corps’ leader ready to reassert control.
Ky stepped to her foe but was met with a chin-checking forearm, staggering Sanders. Domi quickly pushed to a seat on the top buckle as Kylie regained her balance. The acrobatic Daly leapt from her perch, her short but muscular legs surrounding Ky’s cranium. Sanders took off on an unscheduled flight, as Domi’s Diving Rana sent Kylie flipping and CRASHING to the canvas, the Pixie spasming but rising after impact.
DIVING 'RANA:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=F8Ty-cW5HBs
Kylie stumbled to a corner down the length of the ring, flopping into it to remain upright, only to have a charging Domi destroy her with a mini-Avalanche Splash, Dominique making up for her lack of mass with the speed of her attack.
The demolished Hawkeye staggered away when a smirking Domi backpedaled from the collision. Sanders made it a few steps before Kylie’s legs gave out and she took a header to the mat, ending face down and unmoving.
Hands on her hips in the wake of the latest beating, Daly strutted around to Ky's head and roughly shoved her right foot beneath the Iowan's beleaguered mug. “Kiss my foot, you overrated bitch.” the brunette demanded over the jeers of the crowd.
Considering the beating she'd just endured, Sanders should've complied with a smile on her face and a song in her heart, so imagine Dominique's fury when the blonde swatted the encroaching foot away and reared back on her haunches to deliver a firm punch to the gymnast's navel! “Do that again and I'll bite them off, Domi.” she rasped. “Try it and see if I donNNNGGGGHHH!”
Daly stormed in, grabbed a double handful of hair and delivered a Kneelift to the penitent veteran's forehead! Sanders would've plopped onto her ass if not for the hair-hold, which explained why her legs were so rubbery when the Ultimate Athlete hauled her to verticality immediately thereafter.
“I'm done fucking around with you, hayseed.” Domi hissed in the blonde's face. “I hope you weren't making plans for 'Mania because your road ends here!”
Nothing but mumbled disagreement from Sanders, so Daly relinquished her grip and got low enough to wrap her arms around the other wrestler's upper thighs. Soon as her hands were locked she shot up on tiptoe and genuflected just as fast, the Malicious Mite THUMPING her foe's undercarriage with an Inverted Atomic Drop!
Sanders went weak in the knees, the watery joints damned near knocking against one another as she waddled from side to side in an effort to fight through the nauseating pain. Domi paid this no mind, she'd already zipped by the knock-kneed blonde to hit the ropes on Ky's six. The twang of body on ropes was still reaching the FAWNatics when Daly came back and left her feet only to plant them in Sanders' tush with a Dropkick that sent the PVP stumbling to the far side of the squared circle where she swooned into the strands chest-first with both arms draped limp over the top rope.
Back on her feet in the blink of an eye, Domi sauntered over to the flagging fighter and made a show of licking her right palm before she reared back and CLAPPED Kylie's buns with an eye-watering Slap!
“Get the hell out of those ropes, we're not through yet!” Sanders was slow to respond (meaning, she made made no effort at all) so Daly clouted her across the small of the back with a Forearm Smash, then peeled her off the rubber-coated steel and stuck her head beneath the Iowan's left arm. With her right arm looped around Sanders' sweat-tacky midsection, Dominique wheeled around so her back was to the ropes before she muscled Kylie up onto her shoulders just to swing her back the way she'd came to deliver a THWHUMPING Atomic Drop!
“Bitch!” Ky moaned in glut-shocked distress as she went up on tiptoes and minced away from her tormentor with both hands pressed to her battered buns. Those hands were meant more for comfort than protection, but ultimately they provided neither when Daly bounced out of the ropes and once again transformed herself into a sixty inch missile that delivered another Dropkick to the Platinum Pixie's glutes! Already off balance, Sanders was knocked forward and landed HARD on her face, chest, and knees with that roasted rump pointing up into the rafters.
The smirk plastered on Dominique Daly's face suggested that this was exactly the sort of outcome she wanted and doubt of her wicked intentions was put to rest when she rushed forward and hopped up to deliver a resounding Mushroom Stomp to those hapless cheeks! Feet planted firm on conquered territory, Daly raised both hands overhead in a victorious 'Y' and exclaimed, “Kicking your ass, Sanders! I'm kicking your ass in front of the whole world, what're you going to do about it?”
As far as Domi was concerned, the only correct answer was 'fucking nothing' which was why she didn't much appreciate the defiant growl coming from her podium. “Oh, you're getting tuff on me now, is that it?” Displaying remarkable balance atop her awkward perch, Daly hooked the big toe of her right foot into one of the leg holes on Ky's briefs and yanked the material up high in a galling half wedgie!
Skipping off shortly thereafter, the brunette made a show of 'flicking' her own bottoms back into place before she bent down and grabbed a double handful of hair. The 'help' she provided the blonde in returning to boot-leather was nasty enough to draw a warning from 'All Night' Long, but the almost Olympian soon traded it in for a Goozle that was as legal as it was mystifying. The consternation of those assembled only grew Domi stuffed her free hand between the blonde's thighs and—'OOOOOOOOOHHHHH!' from all over the arena when Daly channeled her inner Destroyer to hoist Kylie overhead in a low altitude but still perfectly executed Military Press!
“You're looking at the woman who beat Casey Newsome!” she bellowed to the crowd. “Who beat freakin' Pandora! Did you really think I wouldn't be able to beat this loser?” Domi went stone-faced and busted out a few reps with her burden, much to the disgust of every Corpsmen in attendance. “I'll beat her however I damned well please! Tonight I think I'll do it with her own stupid move!”
The unmitigated gall of that statement was still processing with most of the audience when Domi went up on tiptoe and pulled her hands out from under Sanders, leaving the abused Iowan to drop onto the brunette's shoulders in a Fireman's Carry. Quickly draping her left arm over the back of Kylie's neck, Daly twisted toward a corner on the far side of the ring and broke into a sprint to ensure she put her own unforgettable twist on classic PV—“NGH! NGH! NGH!”
Sanders crooked her right arm into a 'V' and drilled the point of that elbow against Domi's temple no less than half a dozen times in a matter of seconds! The ferocity of the barrage stopped Daly in her tracks and allowed Ky to wriggle free of the brunette's grasp. Not entirely sure of their location after the punishment she'd absorbed, Sanders was eager for any sort of separation so she braced both hands between Domi's shoulders and shoved as hard as she could! Daly flew toward the corner and might've eaten a faceful of turnbuckle if she hadn't managed to grab hold of the top rope at the last second. Simultaneously off-balance and furious after the Hawkeye's unexpected resurgence, she spun away from the buckles and threw a looping Haymaker at the blo—NO!
Ky blocked the blow with her right forearm, then snatched hold of the gymnast's wrist and twisted around in a circle that finished with the captured limb wrapped across Sanders' lower back while the veteran was snugged in close on Daly's left flank. Quick to wrap her left arm around the stooped brunette's midsection, the leader of the Kylie Corps bent her knees and muscled Domi up and over before dropping to her butt to THAWHAM the Washingtonian down blat on her back! Crunched and cradled in the wake of that Child of the Corn, Dominique's right leg flailed absently while Sanders leaned in tight and Craig counted off...
CHILD OF THE CORN:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=MfreAR8yiPo
ONE...
TWO...
THRNOOOO!
Daly kicked loose and tumbled onto one side, escaping defeat by no more than half a second! As for Kylie, she rolled to all fours and smacked her palms against the canvas before raising thumb and index finger so everyone knew she was this close. This raised a loud round of 'KY-LIE!' chants and the resultant adrenaline rush gave Sanders everything she needed to wrap a few lengths of Domi's dark ponytail around one hand.
“Done a pretty good job kicking my ass these last few minutes, can't argue that.” Ky admitted as she hauled the Ultimate Athlete to her feet. “But I wonder how effective you'll be with only one leg?”
Eager to discover the answer, Sanders snuggled in on Domi's left side and thrust her head beneath the other Lightweight's arm. In the same instant she grabbed Daly's ankle in both hands and yanked her foot off the mat so that her heel was snug against those leotard-sheathed glutes. Damned if Dominique didn't wrap her arms around the blonde's noggin in a mean Headlock, but Kylie simply hoisted the smaller wrestler high into the air, then went down on one knee to THUNK the brunette' shin against the point of her knee! That dealt with the Headlock real fast, but Sanders maintained her grip on the gymnast's ankle when Domi eased away and now the brunette was hopping on one foot to maintain her bal—“AAAARRRGGGGGHHH!” Daly yowled in pained displeasure when Kylie laid out beneath the exposed limb to sling her to the deck with a textbook Dragon Screw!
SHINBREAKER & DRAGON SCREW:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=jx3lVcl9yes
Domi sat up and tended to her tweaked knee, or rather, she started to before Kylie laid claim to that ankle and stretched her leg out with a few sharp yanks! “You spend so much time flying around, I think it'd be good for you to stay in one place for a while, cutie.”
“As if you could make me do anything, bitNGH! NGH! NGH!”
Sanders stamped on the brunette's inner thigh, then did a quick spin around the vulnerable limb to secure it behind her right calf. In the same breath she snatched hold of Domi's right leg and lifted it off the mat so she could set the Mite's left ankle atop her right thigh in the ferocious figure of four! With the Red, White, & Bruised chorus bellowing in anticipation, Kylie dropped to a seat and immediately hooked her left leg over the exposed ankle and bore down while simultaneously hoisting her butt high into the air!
FIGURE FOUR LEGLOCK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=6YCZb39BPjY
Figure Four Leglock, Kylie Sanders to Dominique Daly in the middle of the ring.
“Give up!” Ky demanded while jouncing her hips to increase the strain. “Give up or you'll stay on the ground a whole lot longer than you—”
“NEVER!” the Mighty Mite railed. “I'LL NEVER SUBMIT TO OOOOWWWWW BITCH!”
Sanders grabbed hold of the brunette's right foot and dug her nails into the bare sole to see if she might reconsider her position!
“You won’t be sticking any dismounts with this foot, little girl,” Ky growled, digging her digits into the soft spot in Daly’s arch.
Domi howled in pain, tugging at her ponytail to spread it, without success.
On a knee next to Daly, Craig offered the suffering grappler a way out, but the former gymnast took a swipe at his chin in response.
“OUTTA MY FACE ASSAHHHHH!”
Sanders increased her convincing, abandoning the sole digging to push up on her palms and increase the pressure on Domi’s muscular albeit abbreviated gams.
“PLEEEEASE!” Daly begged.
“Closer.” Kylie huffed. “But I think Mr. Long needs something more definitive.”
Perhaps losing her concentration while rubbing Dominique’s face in her misfortune, the Platinum Pixie wasn't ready when Daly rolled to the left, then switched directions and tumbled both combatants to their chest, reversing the submission on Sanders.
Suddenly, the anguish radiated through the blonde’s legs and the Hawkeye’s fingers delved into her sweat-soaked, silvery mop.
An equal opportunity ask, Long got down on his chest in front of a misty-eyed, bleating Ky.
“How about it, Sanders?”
“YEAH, BYTCH!” Daly emphasized.
Kylie tried to roll the former gymnast back to the receiving end but wasn't able and had to release her Leglock, slinking away on hands and knees after the limbs separated.
Thankfully for the Iowan, Daly’s taken far more of the figure-four abuse and Kylie climbed to her feet, shaking out the ache, while Domi worked at her stems with one hand, the other helping her butt-scoot to a corner.
With the buckles behind her, Dominique pulled to her feet, only for a charging Kylie to PLOW into her opponent’s chiseled abdomen with a delving Shoulderblock. Daly’s diminutive frame was folded deep into the corner. The PVP grabbed the middle ropes on either side and repeated the process a second and third time, wedging her foe in farther.
Retreating, Ky plucked Domi out with her via a grasp on a wrist and YANKED Daly into a Short-Arm Clothesline, the near Olympian staring blankly at the rafters and the hovering blonde after the body-rocking connection.
“You hear that applause?” Kylie asked, digging into Daly’s psyche as she looked down into her adversary’s glazed almond-shaped peepers. “Not for you.”
Domi rolled to her chest and slunk toward an exit, wrapping both palms around the bottom rope and hauling her way toward a time-out. But Kylie was interested in a trip outside, latching onto Daly’s ankles. The blonde pulled the former gymnast’s frame taut, the wrestlers now in a tug of war. The battle continued up to the middle cable as Domi switched her grip, then to the top, Daly waging a losing battle.
With a final heave, Ky RIPPED Daly’s grip loose and the former gymnast endured an ignominious face and chest-first landing on the thinly-covered floorboards. Daly’s flawless features warped in pain from the thumping impact. She started to push to all fours, but Kylie mounted the Mite in a backward-facing standing straddle and butt-bumped the base of Domi’s lower vertebrae, flattening her foe back to the canvas.
Kylie lowered astride Dominique’s waist and raised her right arm, forming the fingers into curled tines.
Immediately, the voice of the Corps rang out… 'FARM…HAND!'
But the flexibility of the former gymnast hadn't been properly accounted and Daly swung her right leg up in a Mule Kick, crashing the heel into the cleft of Ky’s cups, stunning the Pixie, the crowd groaning in disappointment.
Working through her pain as quickly as she could, Domi spun beneath the straddle of the Pixie so she faced up. The Mite snatched a handful of platinum bob and wrenched Kylie’s noggin toward her, unfolding Sanders’ legs in the process and lifting them as the FAWN original was drawn backward. With her lower limbs freed, Dominique wrapped them around the ivory-skinned midriff of the Hawkeye, clamping the muscular legs around ribs and tummy in a breathtaking Bodyscissors.
With Ky above her, laying atop Domi but in Daly’s control, the former gymnast exchanged her hair-pull for a nasty Crossface grip, violently twisting Kylie’s head and neck while punishing the blonde’s belly and ribcage, Domi securing her signature Pummel Horse.
With Ky fruitlessly flailing in Dominique’s ingenious trap, Daly took care not to let her shoulders fall flat to the canvas. The brunette crunched her abs to keep herself out of a pinning predicament while slowly wringing and squeezing the fight from the faltering Pixie.
As a desperate Ky tried to reach around and find a handful of Mite, unsuccessfully, Domi demanded Sanders’ surrender. Growling in her adversary’s ear, she continued to make the most of her Crossface, seemingly trying to unscrew Kylie’s head from the rest of her body. The blonde’s breathless condition from the cinching Scissors wasn't making the Pixie’s attempt to respond any easier, so Domi relented just an iota, giving her foe a chance to articulate.
“Screw you.” Ky choked out in little more than a whisper.
The pained Pixie set her boot soles flat against the canvas and pushed upward, stacking Daly on her shoulders for the…
ONE…
TWO…
Domi surrendered her control to threw a shoulder off the deck. She unlatched her Scissors below and shoved Kylie off.
Daly scrambled to her feet, wincing her way through a bare foot mudhole stomping of every inch of Pixie body Sanders failed to protect. Kylie curled into a fetal ball, the FAWNatics booing their lungs out until only exhaustion brought the beatdown to an end.
As the Mite relented and a bruised Kylie flopped into a wide spread eagle from the assault, Dom turned to the ropes at Sanders’ side. The ponytailed brunette jumped onto the rubber-coated steel, grabbing the top strand with both hands while her bare feet pressed into the middle rope to get the most spring out of the ‘board’.
Vaulting into the space above the Pleasant Valley Princess, the legs of the former gymnast stretched out in a wide set of splits, the lead limb CRASHING down across Kylie’s throat.
The Pixie spasmed, her bruised windpipe not working at full capacity.
A sneering Daly maintained her splits but now it’s her crotch against the underside of Ky’s chin. Surmising she’ll need to do more damage to Sanders to keep the shoulders of her stubborn lightweight rival down, Dominique bashes a half dozen forearm blows into the Pixie’s jaw before fastening a tight Schoolgirl Press.
Domi’s shins dug into Kylie’s biceps, her folded knees bracketing Sanders’ reddened face.
The sweat-soaked Daly raised her small-caliber guns in triumph, as Long dove to the deck and counted the wriggling Pixie to defeat with the…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
Sanders bucked out from under the Schoolgirl, shoving Daly over the top, the overconfident Mite lurching forward to all fours, then quickly pushing to her feet.
The effort seemed to have taken all Sanders has left and she’s left splayed, raspy inhales trying to find oxygen.
With an icon there for the taking, the former gymnast hurried to where she felt most comfortable, springing to the top of the nearby corner.
She played to the crowd before her, her back to the ring, wiping away a non-existent tear before taking to the stratosphere in a glorious Moonsault back-flip, her bare feet ready to expunge any fight left in the Iowan with her infamous Sticking the Dismount.
But before Domi could plant her flag and feet in Kylie’s bosom, Sanders rolled clear. Daly landed relatively nimbly with her target removed, though she staggered in a backpedal several steps in order to maintain her balance.
By the time she did, the tenacious Pixie’s vertical. Both women rushed their counterpart, Kylie with her right arm outstretched, hoping to ground the high-flyer with a scythe-like Lariat to Daly’s clavicle.
Domi’s quickness paid dividends as Sanders swung and missed. Racing by the former gymnast clamps on to the proffered arm and leapt into a Crucifix, capturing each of the Pixie’s arms. Domi throws her bodyweight toward the deck and RIPPED Kylie off her boot soles, DESTROYING Sanders with her Daly Grind.
DALY GRIND:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=-pmJ3eVYJSY
The FAWNatics groaned in sympathy and disappointment, knowing their girl’s been finished by the arrogant acrobat.
But the demolished Sanders found some of the good luck Ky’s avoided much of her career, her insensate form sent rolling under the ropes from the momentum of the impact, the Pixie flopping to the floor, unintentionally saving herself from certain Domi doom.
“FUCK!” Daly smashed the mat with both palms, unable to tolerate the notion that fortune only smiled on Kylie Sanders at the Ultimate Athlete's expense. For a moment Domi looked indecisively between the zebra and the outside, the gymnast clearly weighing the merits of catching her breath while Long did the heavy lifting of a count-out or to put the pedal down and deal with the obnoxious asshole herself.
Damned if the FAWNatics didn't answer for her, their raucous cheer signaling Sanders' slow return to boot-leather while Domi did the same in little more than a blink. Throwing a glance over her shoulder to make sure the idiot referee wasn't in her way, Daly hurled herself at the opposite side of the squared circle, the TWANG of her body hitting the strands as loud as a starter's pistol for those folks lucky enough to land floor seats. Bounding across the canvas like someone who hadn't been wrestling for fifteen minutes at that point, Dominique continued to pick up speed until the moment she went low and launched off her back foot, the diminutive dervish throwing herself beneath the middle rope to plow every bit of her hundred and six pounds into the freshly-risen blonde with a Suicide Dive strong enough to send both Lightweights flying across the narrow aisle. But where Daly landed on her feet with nary a sound, the Pleasant Valley Princess BWANGED spine-first against the steel barricade with enough force to bruise several shins in the front row!
“No, no, no, you don't get to sit down yet!” Daly hooked her hands around Sanders' shoulder-straps and used them to haul the Iowan upright when Ky would've slopped to her butt in a mewling sprawl otherwise. “Celebration's in the ring, bitch. And we can't start without the podiuNNNGGGHH!”
Kylie grabbed a double handful of the brunette's dark locks and jerked her into a Headbutt that THUNKED against the bridge of Daly's nose! That got Domi's hands off her top real fast, so Sanders lowered her right shoulder, stuffed it against the other wrestler's belly and plowed forward to repay that collision with the barricade by SMASHING the small of Daly's back against the ring apron! Domi cried out in boozy agony and grabbed hold of the bottom rope to keep herself upright, a precaution Sanders didn't thwart because it gave her all the opening she needed to THWHAP half a dozen Overhand Forearm Smashes against her rival's chest.
Only peeling Domi away from the ledge when she was certain the bludgeoning had made a mark, Ky caught the brunette at trunks and tresses and wheeled around in a circle to pick up more momentum before she slung Daly under the bottom ro—NOT YET! Daly hooked an arm around the bottom strand and used the residual energy to swoop back out to the floor Tiger Feint Kick style where she promptly lashed out with a huge Bitch Sl—NO! Kylie blocked the blow with a well-placed forearm, then got a huge roar from the Corps when she SLAPPED the taste outta Domi's mouth.
“You don't wanna go in?” Ky grabbed Domi's braid and gave her head a hard shake. “Fine, you can play on the floor!”
With that she dipped her knees and sprang into the sky, the FAWN original kicking her legs into a wide 'V' that brought Sanders down on her butt and Daly down flat on her—WHAT THE HELL?
Heartbeats away from a disastrous impact, Dominique Daly got some incredulous cheers by throwing herself into a handstand and pushing up as hard as she could to effectively block the Sit-Out Facebuster! Springing to her feet in front of a seated, wide-eyed Kylie, the Ultimate Athlete took to the skies once more and THWHAPPED both bare soles into the Iowan's face with a malicious Basement Dropkick!
“FUCKIN' DONE!” Daly barked to all who would listen as she scrambled to verticality. “SHE'S DONE, YOU IDIOTS HEAR ME?”
Those cheers went right back to boos that only got louder as the almost Olympian peeled Sanders off the floor and tossed her under the bottom rope like a bag of laundry. No nimble reversal from the splattered blonde, she ended up near the center in a woozy sprawl of exhausted flesh that started to rise a few seconds after Dominique Daly claimed an ominous spot on the apron.
“Get up, bitch.” Domi clutched the top rope in both hands and was practically bouncing in place while the oblivious Pixie collected what remained of her faculties. “Get the hell up, I want you to see me coming!”
Sanders certainly couldn't hear this demand over the cacophony of the capacity crowd, yet she complied with it shortly thereafter even if she returned to verticality with her back pointed toward the Oregon native. Didn't bother Domi in the slightest, she just hopped onto the rubber-coated steel in an effortless springboard and let loose with a taunting whistle to get the idiot's attention. Kylie swooned toward the noise and Daly launched herself into the aether, the former Lightweight Champion curling into a ball for what would've been a gorgeous 450 Splash if Sanders hadn't been upright. Instead she landed astride the veteran's shoulders, then locked her ankles and leaned forward to—Ky went up on tiptoe and dropped forward and down, the exhausted Princess THAWHAMMING Dominique on the back of her head and shoulders with a desperation Powerbomb that left the Mighty Mite folded in half! Pushing up on tiptoe while the ring was still shivering, Kylie leaned forward and planted on her palms while bracing her shins against the brunette's upturned haunches for a count of...
ONE...
TWO...
THRENOOOOOOOO!
Domi twitch-shuddered her way free at the last possible second, the nearness of her escape forcing All Night to raise two fingers in the direction of the Timekeeper to ensure they didn't clang the bell in error!
Only vaguely aware that Daly had survived that catastrophic reversal, Kylie rolled onto her stomach, clambered to all fours and crawled in whatever direction she thought might offer some reprieve from the Ultimate Athlete's assault. Domi did much the same, though if anything she was even slower to react given that her head was still pounding in the aftermath of that colossal Powerbomb. Aware of nothing more than absence of Sanders' fingers in her hair, the glassy-eyed brunette fought to all fours and slowly crawled toward what she hoped was the edge of the ring. The angle wasn't quite ideal, but eventually she bumped into the bottom rope. “Kuuuhhh... keep her away.” Daly rasped to Craig Long the instant she'd grabbed hold of the middle strand. “I'm in the ropes, so just, just... keep the bitch away from me.”
Somewhere a long way off the crowd roared, yet Daly relaxed when a few heartbeats passed without anyone grabbing her hair or waistband. Not that the roar was meaningless mind you, far from it. Because over on the far side of the squared circle, Kylie Sanders had dragged herself upright and was leaned against the ropes directly behind her woozy adversary. The Corps saw their heroine rise and channeled the indiscriminate noise into an echoing 'KY-LIE!' chant, but even though the blonde nodded her appreciation, she made no effort to close on the Ultimate Athlete... until Daly seized the middle rope in her other hand and struggled to her feet.
The sight of Domi folded over back-to must've sparked some inner reserve in the Platinum Pixie because without so much as a word she exploded off the ropes and went straight for the oblivious brunette! Catching a Waistlock the instant she was within grabbin' distance of her foe, Sanders hopped up and somersaulted forward, the usually grounded grappler showing off some remarkable creativity that left her back to back with Daly until her legs whipped down and twanged against the top rope. The rebound was more than enough to shoot the Hawkeye back the way she'd came, Sanders looking for all the world like a woman caught in rewind until her feet rejoined the canvas and she popped her hips to tear Domi Daly out of the strands with a German Suplex that PLANTED the Mite on the back of her head and shoulders!
REBOUND OVER & DONE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=LzUnpOSyXhY
That insane rebound version of the classic Over & Done left Daly folded in half in the middle of the ring, but 'All Night' Long didn't even get to dive into position because Kylie floated through and powered the brunette back to her feet. From there she spun Domi around and went just low enough to slip her right arm between the almost Olympian's stems. The crowd leapt to their feet as Domi was powered offa hers, the mere presence of a Fireman's Carry enough to—Ky hooked her left arm over the back of Daly's head, went up on tiptoe and laid out on her left side to THAWHAM the gobsmacked Lightweight with a gorgeous Pleasant Valley Driver!
PLEASANT VALLEY DRIVER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=tw2rABOLW9A
Dominique popped loose in an insensate starfish that was quickly bundled back up by blonde when she floated over and hooked the far leg tight as she could, Kylie nodding along with the...
ONE...
TWO...
THREE!
Sanders tossed the captured leg away, reared back on her haunches and ran one sweat-damp forearm across a far sweatier brow while the Announcer confirmed, “Ladies and gentlemen, your winner via pin-fall... KYLIE SANDERS!”
Using Domi’s torso to push to her feet, the blonde offered a wrist to Long and he lifted it high, pointing at the panting Pixie with his opposite index finger, the Corps in their usual state of euphoria after a Sanders’ victory.
The softly stirring Mite managed to roll out under the bottom rope, barely, the demolished Daly lying on the apron a beaten woman but avoiding any Gladiatrix money shot the bytch might have in mind.
The Pixie’s attention was focused elsewhere, climbing a far corner, turned toward the hard cam to celebrate both with those in attendance and watching at home. Ky caught a stick thrown in her direction.
“Who’s gonna be watchin’ me at Mania?” she shouted. “The boss says one more win gets me there. So I’ll be seein’ you at Slaybor Day, then the Big One.”
Sanders tossed the microphone back to the attendant below and hopped down from her pedestal under a standing ovation. She walked along each side of the ring to applaud her supporters in return, finally reaching a puddled Daly.
The ponytailed brunette was on all fours. She twisted her head to lock eyes with Kylie.
“Not bad, Sanders,” Daly offered in not much more than a whisper.
She pushes to verticality and extended a hand for a shake. Kylie considers and accepted…
WHOA!
Dominique yanked the Pixie toward her, and while the ropes were between them, the nasty Mite drove a knee betwixt the cables, pounding the bony cap into the blonde’s crotch.
Bug-eyed and frozen, the knock-kneed Kylie’s pushed back a few steps. Domi grasped the uppermost strand with both hands.
Dipping into deep reserves, the Ultimate Athlete hopped to the top rope and leapt off, catching Sanders by the noggin as she flipped over her foe’s shoulder, POUNDING Kylie’s spine and skull into the canvas-covered floorboards. The mat echoed with a THWOMP from Domi’s Daly Double, the Pixie’s limp frame spilling to her chest after the impact.
DALY DOUBLE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=8aGoxWk4MS0
On her knees next to Sanders, the former gymnast demanded applause for her acrobatic assault, but the Corps were not so inclined.
Long demanded Daly depart, but the almost Olympian responded by daring Craig to throw out her loss if he didn't like it.
Grabbing Sanders by the wrists, Domi flipped and dragged the splayed Pixie just so in front of the nearest buckles. Seemingly rejuvenated, Daly scrambled to the top, her back to the blonde, arms raised, ready to Stick a Dismount this bytch so richly deserved.
But as Domi readied to skewer Sanders and keep her out of Slaybor Day and Mania with her Dismount, the Offspring’s 'Defy You' pumped over the arena’s sound system.
'DEFY YOU:'
www.youtube.com/watch?v=tSIioK8Fi5g
Casey Newsome, wearing her metallic blue two-piece battle gear, raced down the ramp and aisle, sliding in under the bottom rope and popping to her feet to defend the Pleasant Valley Princess.
CASEY NEWSOME:
Her perfect finishing score of ten interrupted, Daly dropped to the apron, leapt to the floor and scampered to the barricade to keep plenty of distance between her and the Destroyer-class brunette she pinned at Swelter. Enraged, she barked at the Prima Ballerina spoiling her fun and threatened to “Break her in two a second time!”
Casey sat on the middle cable nearest the retreating Daly, pushing up the top rope to invite the nervous Mite to give it a try.
The sweat-soaked Domi, her red-white-and-blue leotard glued tightly with perspiration, wanted none of that but did grab a stick when she reached the Announcer’s table.
“I beat you and Pandora together, you big oaf! You think I’m scared of you all by your lonesome? I’ll show you and these idiots…at Slaybor Day! Winner gets a 'Mania slot.”
A grinning Newsome nodded so hard she threatened injuring her neck. She directed her gaze to the hard cam and mouthed, “get that done, boss.”
Realizing what she’s done, a furious Dominique threw the microphone and stormed up the ramp and aisle, stomping her tiny bare feet all the way, a loss and a match against a very motivated Casey set, doubling her troubles.
In the ring, the Lead Dancer helped a wincing Kylie to her feet, dusting off the Pixie.
“You good?” she asked.
“It’s a W,” Ky answered. “That always is. But do me a favor?”
“Anything.”
“Squash that little bug flat next month, then we can each party at the biggest bash of the year.”
“Deal.”
Kylie and Casey shook on it.
And if Kylie knew anything about FAWN after twenty years in the game, it was to grab your chance when you had it. Sanders was once forced into early retirement early on in those twenty years by Miss ‘Almost an Olympian’, though she was able to find a loophole back into the game after half a year on the sidelines.
Almost two decades past her initial retirement, and with the clock really ticking now, Ky bounced on the balls of her feet just behind the curtains, ready to settle the score by taking a rubber match before the sunset came and went.
From beyond, the glorious, melodious and upbeat Sixpence None The Richer’s ‘There She Goes’ swept through the arena and the Corps roared to its collective feet.
THERE SHE GOES:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=tMfXeuv4kZE
The foremost FAWN original remaining pushes through and moved to center stage, Kylie absorbing the crowd’s adulation, smiling and waving, the sight of their redeemed favorite eliciting rekindled love in the direction of the silvery-bobbed beauty.
KYLIE SANDERS:
Drawing on echoes of her original gear, Sanders sported a simple yellow-gold sports bra topside with black boy-cut shorts, black boots and pads. As she headed down the ramp, Ky cupped a hand to an ear, enjoying the chants of ‘KY-LEE’ that overwhelmed her accompaniment.
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A beaming Sanders walked the aisle, happy to slap hands with her fans, gazing with delight at a poster proclaiming “I’m no Russian judge, but Domi gets a 0.0!”.
Reaching the ring and climbing the steps, Ky took a moment to gaze around the arena at the massive display of affection. Sanders saluted her supporters with a wave before slipping through the cables.
Moving to the middle, Ky mouthed a misty-eyed “Thank you”.
The veteran strode to the corner as her music and the ovation faded, allowing referee Craig 'All Night' Long to pat down her pads and boots while the Announcer took their cue.
“Our next match is scheduled for one fall with a twenty-minute time limit. First. Hailing from Pleasant Valley, Iowa; standing five feet four inches and weighing in at one hundred and fifteen pounds, the Platinum Pixie…KYLIE SANDERS!”
The FAWNatics gave one final roar, ready to support their beloved Girl Scout as Ky moved to her corner, passed Long's pat-down, and kept herself limber with some rope-aided stretches.
The former gymnast’s features turned sour at Sanders’ support. The woman the simpletons loved was a loser, only the greatest FAWN’s ever known, and not half the athlete.
Coming off perhaps her greatest victory, placing a period at the end of Kylie’s sentence would be especially apropos.
The buzz in the crowd increased, the Kylie Corps ready to boo their hearts out. When Lady Gaga’s ‘Applause’ echoes throughout the arena, the jeering crowd get their chance.
APPLAUSE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=pco91kroVgQ
Appropriate considering the concurrent Olympiad in Paris, the arrogant aerialist 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 stuck the landing, her muscular frame in a standing spread eagle, 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, washed over her instead.
The Mighty Mite reveled in the swarm’s negative emotions, knowing the fans’ animosity was fueled by jealousy of her unrivaled athletic excellence and wrestling brilliance.
Having used her physical gifts to recently run roughshod in Japan, Daly’s return to reclaim a spot atop the sub-125 division was bolstered immeasurably by the defeat of two literal giants of the game at Swelter.
Tonight the vertically challenged hardbody was decked out in a gleaming red and blue leotard dusted with tiny stars of white. Strategic rips revealed several swatches of Daly’s trim midriff, her chiseled tummy matching the perfectly sculpted shoulders, arms and thighs. The look was completed by matching white tape on her wrists and ankles, chalk powder on her palms and the soles of her bare feet.
Daly threw her head back, long, dark hair in a classic ponytail. She cupped her hands around her mouth and shouts “HIT IT!”
The lights turned strobe, flickering on and off so fast even the most attentive fans couldn't follow the effortlessly intricate series of tumbles, handsprings, flips and cartwheels that took the exotic brunette down the ramp. Tracking her was 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 regained their equilibrium, Daly was on the outside of the nearest top turnbuckle, staring and pointing menacingly at the Pixie before mining the snapping of a twig.
Dominique threw her hands overhead in a ‘V’ and launched heavenward before spiraling into a descent that planted her in the center of the ring as the Announcer returns to his introduction.
“And her opponent. 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 was cut short when Daly grabbed the stick and shooed the Announcer back.
“I destroyed Pandora and your little flash in the pan Casey and now all you want me to do is put this no-talent FAWN zombie back in her grave? Consider it done!”
Dominique was buried under an avalanche of boos and catcalls.
Shaking her head, smirk firmly in place, Daly tossed the stick back to the Announcer, moves to the corner opposite Ky and began her stretching routine to the pleasure of the nearby crowd, the barefoot and leotard-clad Domi not requiring Craig's check due to the lack of hiding places.
The bell sounded and Domi didn't so much leave her corner as she did launch from it, the Mightiest of Mites throwing herself into a truncated floor routine that brought her to the center of the squared circle with an emphatic little 'THWUMP!' Daly's landing was flawless as ever, though she might've lost some points for sportsmanship considering she finished with double birds pointed directly at Kylie, who tried and almostsucceeded in not rolling her eyes.
“Get your flat ass out here, hayseed!” the brunette demanded of the former World Champ. “You want to interrupt my coronation as the Destroyer Destroyer? Hope you enjoyed the moment because tonight I'm using your face as a goddamned podi—”
Roars from the Red, White, & Bruised throng when Sanders stormed forth and brazenly chested in on her fellow lightweight! “You didn't destroy anything, cutie.” Ky explained to the fuming gymnast. “Except maybe your chances of living a long and healthy life. You think Newsome is pissed about you stealing her W? Just wait until Pandy finds you in the parking lot one eve—”
Daly rocked the Iowan up on her heels with a rough shove, then earned another round of boisterous jeers when she tagged Sanders across the mouth with a disrespectful backhand! “I'm too smart for those idiots and too good for trash like you, Sanders! Your career should've been over fifteen years ago, but this company's always had a perverse fascination with lovable losers. Not that I'm mad about it though. Their delight in watching you suffer means I get to retire your washed-up ass twi—HEY!”
Dominique skipped back on one foot when Kylie lunged forward like she meant to stamp on the brunette's bare toes! Ky didn't stomp, she did however snatch hold of Daly's upraised foot and take a big step back to stretch the limb out full length. Such an arrangement would've left most competitors hopping awkwardly, but Dominique Daly only sighed and floated another bird in Kylie's direction.
“Oh no, I'm standing on one foot, whatever shall I—” Kylie yanked the captured limb up as high as it would go, then swung it down and back with enough force to double the brunette over and thus put her in perfect position for the Kneelift Sanders THWHACKED against her forehead! The blow rocked Domi backward on rickety legs, the usually surefooted battler windmilling her arms in an effort to—“OOOOFFHH!”
Kylie shot in low, driving her right shoulder into the other woman's taut midsection. In the same instant she looped her arms around Daly's upper thighs and knotted her hands beneath the curve of the brunette's glutes. Just like that she went up on tiptoe and pivoted left while dropping forward and down, the FAWN original THWHUMPING Domi to the deck with a big Double Leg Takedown!
DOUBLE LEG TAKEDOWN:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=yoBBoIKB7pc
Such a simple maneuver was meant to stun rather than finish, yet it didn't stop the Platinum Pixie from stretching out across her rival's chest and hooking the far leg tight enough for Craig Long to swoop in for...
ONE!
Domi shot a shoulder off the mat and sat up in the same instant, disdain clearly stamped on her face. “You arrogant piece of shit, you think you're going to pin me that—”
Kylie grabbed onto her shoulders, forced the brunette back to the canvas and glued her in place with a miniature Splash good for...
ONE!
Daly squirmed out from underneath and made it to her hands and knees only for Ky to rush in and CRAAACK her across the back with a two-handed Overhand Slap! Domi yelped and momentarily froze, just as Ky had hoped she would. Positioned to her rival's left, Sanders threaded her left leg around Dominique's left bicep, then hopped over the vulnerable brunette and hooked her right arm around Daly's right thigh in the process. The result meant Domi was stacked on her shoulders nice and tight, those abbreviated stems bicycling in sheer fury as she fought to escape the Oklahoma Roll before...
OKLAHOMA ROLL:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=kks1suTdPRo
ONE...
TWO...
THRNOOOO!
The Ultimate Athlete kicked loose, back-rolled away from the chaos and popped to verticality as Kylie did the same. “SHOWBOATING BITCH!” Daly bellowed at the unflappable blonde. “DON'T THINK YOU'RE GOING TO EMBARRASS ME AND GET AWAY WITH NNNGGGGHHH!”
Sanders showed enough respect to warm Domi's cheek with a forehand Bitch Slap, but that was where the courtesy ended. With the strike still echoing through the floor seats, Kylie hooked her left arm around the shorter woman's neck and pulled her down just to straighten her up with a swift European Uppercut! Daly got a hand up to check her jaw, alas the Hawkeye swatted it away so she could hook her left arm across the wobbly highflyer's chest. Cupping the nape of Dominique's neck for extra leverage, Ky drew her left leg back and delivered one, two, three well-placed Kneelifts to her opponent's exposed midsection.
MEASURED KNEELIFT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=OtXqqkStGJ0
The last one dropped Domi to all fours (or rather three of four, as her left arm was strapped tight to her throbbing abdominals) so Sanders turned and ran the ropes much to the delight of those assembled. Their enjoyment only grew when the former World Champion left her feet just long enough to brace both of 'em against Daly's bowed back and push down, the Running Mushroom Stomp THWHUMPING the brunette down flat on her already roiling tummy!
RUNNING MUSHROOM STOMP:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=hK4BOyGW_hw
Kylie skipped off her doormat and circled back in search of a cover only to change her mind when Domi fought to her hands and knees. Easing into position behind the the muttering Mite, Kylie sank into a deep crouch and looped both arms around Dominique's middle in a snug Waistlock. “Guuuuhhhh...get offa me, bitch.” Daly grunted as she tried to clamber to the ropes. “We both know you're not strong enough to squeeze me ouWHHOOOAAAH!” Sanders had no intention of squeezing her adversary into submission, a truth Domi only realized when the blonde set her feet and sloooooooooooowly muscled her off the mat! Denied her base, Daly squirmed and fought like a madwoman but couldn't halt the progression of the slow motion bridge, the speed of which greatly increased once they crested the apex and Ky snapped back to THWHUMP the other Lightweight down on the back of her head and shoulders! Shooting up on tiptoe in the wake of the German Suplex, Sanders held the bridge nice and tight while All Night counted off...
DEADLIFT GERMAN SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=3wsbqOwr3ZY
ONE...
TWO...
Domi twisted her hips hard enough to wrench free of the Waistlock with a full second remaining while Kylie pushed to one knee and raked a hand through her hair. She showed three fingers to the official, but certainly wasn't surprised when he came back with two. Seizing Domi by the shoulders, she dragged her to a seat, then snuggled in behind and threaded her arms beneath the gymnast's biceps in a snug Full Nelson.
“Cheap bitch.” Domi flailed her arms in an effort to get a hold of Sanders' hair, but the veteran put a stop to that by forcing Daly's chin down into the depths of her modest cleavage. “Don't even have the decency to wear a proper hair style. What're you supposed to be these days, an aging realt—eeeerrrrrrrgggggggghhhhhh!”
Kylie used the Full Nelson to turn Dominique onto her belly. From there she swung a leg across and settled into a comfortable seat, one that really let her craaaaaaaaaaaank back on the modified Camel Clutch. Jostling the Nelson back and forth even as she bounced in place on Daly's pert glutes, Ky planted a teasing smooch on the back of her foe's head and replied, “No 'supposed to be' about it, Domi. I am the chick that's kicking your mouthy ass. Now, do you want to give up or do I have to stretch you a little harder?”
Daly laughed aloud despite the awkward angle of her spine. “A LITTLE?” she snorted at the other veteran. “Bitch, you'd have to tie me in KNOTS to even consider a submission and you aren't that go—”
Kylie pressed down on the brunette's skull while simultaneously rocking back in her seat to wrench Domi into an awful 'J' shape. “What do you say, Domi?” Long asked his charge several seconds after the first chorus of 'TAP!' rattled through the arena. “Need me to call for the bell?”
Daly couldn't shake her head one way or the other thanks to the blonde's pressure, but she waggled a finger 'no' to ensure the ref knew she wasn't about to throw in the towel. Still, she needed to get out of this before the Iowa idiot could inflict any more damage so she gritted her teeth and started to work her legs this way and that. Kylie's seat was such that Domi couldn't really slide out from underneath the mount, but she was able to close the distance between herself and the ropes even if it felt like her upper thighs were going to be scuffed all to hell in no time. Eventually she managed to shuffle to within reach of the ropes and after a bit more thrashing she managed to grab hold of the second strand.
“Break it!” she demanded at once. “I mean it, Sanders. I'm in the ropes, so let me out of this grubby little—”
A hiss of disgust from the gymnast when Kylie broke the Nelson so she could aggressively muss her foe's hair. Then she was up and gone, Sanders retreating to mid-ring with her hands raised while Daly slid under the bottom rope. “Don't let her camp out there all night, Craig.” Ky told the referee as Domi struggled to her feet. “If she wants a medal that isn't just a participation trophy she's gonna have to—”
“Fuck off, loser.” Daly snapped. “Just because these idiots love you again doesn't mean you aren't the biggest punk in FAWN's his—”
The Pleasant Valley Princess rushed the edge with every intent of smashing a Forearm into the brunette's jaw, unfortunately Domi had plans of her own, namely lunging over the second rope with a Shoulderblock that skewered the blonde's belly! The gut shot dropped Ky to one knee and she grabbed the middle rope in both hands, a position she still occupied when Domi caught the top rope and vaulted over into a seat on the blonde's back. Just like that she hooked her calves around Kylie's biceps and snapped forward to wrench the Platinum Pixie off the strands and THWHAM her down flat on her back courtesy a Springboard Yoshi Tonic! Quick to snake her right arm around the blonde's right thigh as soon as they touched down, Domi leaned in against Kylie's upturned haunches to keep her glued in place through...
SPRINGBOARD YOSHI TONIC:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=_s786ca-h24
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
Sanders thrust her hips and spilled to her side next to the seated Domi. Daly glanced at Long, the Ultimate Athlete silently calling for a three-count but only two fingers were raised by the ref.
The spectacular acrobatics left the FAWN original rattled, her previous match-long momentum a memory as the Pixie pushed to hands and knees. Dominique kipped to her bare tootsies, the almost Olympian regaining the footing that matched her ever-confident attitude.
Plucking Ky to her feet by a wrist and shoulder, the diminutive Daly Whipped her fellow lightweight to the far corner, Sanders spinning into a back-first collision with the buckles. Rocked but remaining vertical, the former Vanilla Chill was THUMPED by the bare feet of a charging Daly, when Domi took to the air and planted a Dropkick to the Pixie’s bosom.
Taking a seat on the middle buckle after impact, Kylie could manage no defense when the Mite scrambled to her feet and follows with a second Dropkick to her ivory abdomen. The follow-up blow sent Ky to her backside, alabaster stems outstretched in front of her, elfin features twisted in pain.
Daly completed her version of the Three Amigos, nailing a low-rise Dropkick to Kylie’s chin, snapping Sanders’ noggin in whiplash fashion. Ky’s left a reclining wreck, hazel eyes glassy.
Domi snatched her foe’s ankles and pulled Kylie away from the buckles, laying the blonde several feet out from a potential launching pad for the Mite.
And indeed Dominique hustled to the corner, quickly reaching the top, dipping and taking to the sky in a majestic back-flip, her Moonsault soaring to the splayed Pixie, the former gymnast planning to Stick the Dismount and end this farce.
But the renowned determination of the Iowan fueled Sanders enough to roll clear and Daly was left to plant her feet on canvas instead of pale abs. Domi adjusted without a hint of concern, the brunette landing cleanly, her momentum leading to a back handspring and an immediate charge of the rising Sanders.
Domi grabbed the shoulders of the Pixie coming in and hopped to a tuck position tight against Kylie’s chest. Ky seemed to take control, scooping her hands beneath Daly’s shins but the former gymnast hurled herself in reverse and SLAMMED Sanders' face and chest to the canvas with no run-of-the-mill Facebuster.
LEAPING FACEBUSTER @ 00:14
www.youtube.com/watch?v=INVyJk3KF0k&list=PL_6167CLp8VeyGDzioYN3WSZ7_kupMEsK
Ky absently flopped to her back from the nasty impact and Daly took to the same penthouse from which she’d tried to Stick Sanders with an early finish.
Easily ascending, Domi turned to face her target this time and got all froggie on the Hawkeye. Reaching her stratospheric peak, the ponytailed brunette crunched into a tight tuck, then expanded wide and SMASHED across Ky’s midriff, the THUMP of Domi’s Splash sending a collective groan through the Corps.
FROG SPLASH:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=JzsnTKwEFSc
The Ultimate Athlete bounced several inches off the victim, drawing a quick grimace from Daly, as she felt the force behind her attack. It didn't stop Daly from pressing her taut frame tight to the flattened Pixie, hooking both legs and rolling into a Back Press for the…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOO!
Ky shoved the bite-sized aerialist off, throwing a shoulder from the canvas in doing so.
The relieved crowd chanted ‘TWO!’ and Craig agreed, holding a pair of digits aloft.
“Seriously?” the Mite asked incredulously.
“You’d make a perfect Olympic trials judge, as corrupt as you are.”
Daly pushed to her feet and got in Long’s grill, then smiled and patted him on the shoulder.
“Just kidding. Nobody else’s that crooked.”
Dominique returned her attention to the task at hand, striding to Sanders and snatching a shoulder and wrist. The Mite was ready to send Ky off for a ride with an Irish Whip, but the Pleasant Valley Princess reversed and it’s the former gymnast’s soles pattering against the canvas.
The Pac Rim beauty rebounded out of the strands, racing to a dipping Pixie, Kylie apparently shooting for a Back Body Drop. But Domi Sunset Flipped over fast, before Sanders could heave. The Ultimate Athlete pulled the blonde off her feet into a momentary pin, but then decided to focus her attack on one of the Pixie’s wheels, wrapping her arms around the Hawkeye’s left ankle, Scissoring Ky’s trapped limb and yanking with a Heel Hook.
HEEL HOOK TO ANKLE LOCK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Zh911ANtamc
With Kylie flailing in pain, Domi rolled herself and her victim to their chests. The former gymnast rpse to one knee with an Ankle Lock in place, wrenching away on the howling Kylie.
Long matched Daly’s genuflection, his in front of the anguished visage of the Platinum Pixie, Craig asking the FAWN original if she wanted to cede the career rubber match to Dominique. Kylie yanked at her silvery mop, trying to spread the pain as she shook her head.
“No…I’ll never quit. Not against thiSAHHHHH!
Ky yelped in agony but put her nails to better use, digging them into the canvas and slowly pulling herself to the nearby cables. After a half-dozen seconds of torture, the Iowan’s able to wrap a palm around the bottom cable and squeal for release.
A frustrated Daly forced Long to count for the break, Domi finally freeing her foe, but only by throwing the captured limb to the thinly sheathed floorboards, Kylie’s knee banging off the deck.
A whimpering Sanders pulls the throbbing stem close as she rolled under and to the apron outside the field of play. A risen Mite took off at a warp speed sprint to the opposite strands, rebounded, and rocketed into a Baseball Slide, her feet THWAPPPING into the balled Pixie. Ky was sent flying, plopping to the thinly covered concrete, then rolling to a wedged position against the barricade. The nearby Corps watched anxiously as their resurrected Girl Scout earned a merit badge in getting her ass kicked.
Still, the FAWNatics rallied behind the reeling Sanders, the PVP using the railing to push to her boot soles. The Pixie leaned heavily against the steel structure, arms looped over the top railing for support.
Ky searched the ring for her adversary but found no one save Long. She caught a red, white and blue flash out of the corner of an eye and acted reflexively, pulling herself to the left.
Sanders’ instinct was proven precise as Domi’s forward flipping cannonball sent her CRASHING into the divider, overturned and spine-first against the unforgiving metal. Daly ended with her glorious glutes pointed to the rafters, stacked on her head and shoulders against the barricade.
A huffing, sweat-soaked Pixie weakly pumped her right arm, and the Corps responded with a ‘KY-LEE’ chant. The veteran used the energy from her army to scoop Domi out of her puddle and wearily sidle to the apron’s edge, tossing the leotard-garbed grappler back in under the bottom rope.
Kylie slid in after her foe, rose slowly, and pulled Domi to her feet by her ponytail.
Using the convenient ‘hair handle’, the Pixie pivoted and Hair Mared Dominique across the canvas, Daly landing on her back but using the force to roll to her feet, Splashing into a corner. The near Olympian turned and slumped in the direction of Kylie, the Corps’ leader ready to reassert control.
Ky stepped to her foe but was met with a chin-checking forearm, staggering Sanders. Domi quickly pushed to a seat on the top buckle as Kylie regained her balance. The acrobatic Daly leapt from her perch, her short but muscular legs surrounding Ky’s cranium. Sanders took off on an unscheduled flight, as Domi’s Diving Rana sent Kylie flipping and CRASHING to the canvas, the Pixie spasming but rising after impact.
DIVING 'RANA:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=F8Ty-cW5HBs
Kylie stumbled to a corner down the length of the ring, flopping into it to remain upright, only to have a charging Domi destroy her with a mini-Avalanche Splash, Dominique making up for her lack of mass with the speed of her attack.
The demolished Hawkeye staggered away when a smirking Domi backpedaled from the collision. Sanders made it a few steps before Kylie’s legs gave out and she took a header to the mat, ending face down and unmoving.
Hands on her hips in the wake of the latest beating, Daly strutted around to Ky's head and roughly shoved her right foot beneath the Iowan's beleaguered mug. “Kiss my foot, you overrated bitch.” the brunette demanded over the jeers of the crowd.
Considering the beating she'd just endured, Sanders should've complied with a smile on her face and a song in her heart, so imagine Dominique's fury when the blonde swatted the encroaching foot away and reared back on her haunches to deliver a firm punch to the gymnast's navel! “Do that again and I'll bite them off, Domi.” she rasped. “Try it and see if I donNNNGGGGHHH!”
Daly stormed in, grabbed a double handful of hair and delivered a Kneelift to the penitent veteran's forehead! Sanders would've plopped onto her ass if not for the hair-hold, which explained why her legs were so rubbery when the Ultimate Athlete hauled her to verticality immediately thereafter.
“I'm done fucking around with you, hayseed.” Domi hissed in the blonde's face. “I hope you weren't making plans for 'Mania because your road ends here!”
Nothing but mumbled disagreement from Sanders, so Daly relinquished her grip and got low enough to wrap her arms around the other wrestler's upper thighs. Soon as her hands were locked she shot up on tiptoe and genuflected just as fast, the Malicious Mite THUMPING her foe's undercarriage with an Inverted Atomic Drop!
Sanders went weak in the knees, the watery joints damned near knocking against one another as she waddled from side to side in an effort to fight through the nauseating pain. Domi paid this no mind, she'd already zipped by the knock-kneed blonde to hit the ropes on Ky's six. The twang of body on ropes was still reaching the FAWNatics when Daly came back and left her feet only to plant them in Sanders' tush with a Dropkick that sent the PVP stumbling to the far side of the squared circle where she swooned into the strands chest-first with both arms draped limp over the top rope.
Back on her feet in the blink of an eye, Domi sauntered over to the flagging fighter and made a show of licking her right palm before she reared back and CLAPPED Kylie's buns with an eye-watering Slap!
“Get the hell out of those ropes, we're not through yet!” Sanders was slow to respond (meaning, she made made no effort at all) so Daly clouted her across the small of the back with a Forearm Smash, then peeled her off the rubber-coated steel and stuck her head beneath the Iowan's left arm. With her right arm looped around Sanders' sweat-tacky midsection, Dominique wheeled around so her back was to the ropes before she muscled Kylie up onto her shoulders just to swing her back the way she'd came to deliver a THWHUMPING Atomic Drop!
“Bitch!” Ky moaned in glut-shocked distress as she went up on tiptoes and minced away from her tormentor with both hands pressed to her battered buns. Those hands were meant more for comfort than protection, but ultimately they provided neither when Daly bounced out of the ropes and once again transformed herself into a sixty inch missile that delivered another Dropkick to the Platinum Pixie's glutes! Already off balance, Sanders was knocked forward and landed HARD on her face, chest, and knees with that roasted rump pointing up into the rafters.
The smirk plastered on Dominique Daly's face suggested that this was exactly the sort of outcome she wanted and doubt of her wicked intentions was put to rest when she rushed forward and hopped up to deliver a resounding Mushroom Stomp to those hapless cheeks! Feet planted firm on conquered territory, Daly raised both hands overhead in a victorious 'Y' and exclaimed, “Kicking your ass, Sanders! I'm kicking your ass in front of the whole world, what're you going to do about it?”
As far as Domi was concerned, the only correct answer was 'fucking nothing' which was why she didn't much appreciate the defiant growl coming from her podium. “Oh, you're getting tuff on me now, is that it?” Displaying remarkable balance atop her awkward perch, Daly hooked the big toe of her right foot into one of the leg holes on Ky's briefs and yanked the material up high in a galling half wedgie!
Skipping off shortly thereafter, the brunette made a show of 'flicking' her own bottoms back into place before she bent down and grabbed a double handful of hair. The 'help' she provided the blonde in returning to boot-leather was nasty enough to draw a warning from 'All Night' Long, but the almost Olympian soon traded it in for a Goozle that was as legal as it was mystifying. The consternation of those assembled only grew Domi stuffed her free hand between the blonde's thighs and—'OOOOOOOOOHHHHH!' from all over the arena when Daly channeled her inner Destroyer to hoist Kylie overhead in a low altitude but still perfectly executed Military Press!
“You're looking at the woman who beat Casey Newsome!” she bellowed to the crowd. “Who beat freakin' Pandora! Did you really think I wouldn't be able to beat this loser?” Domi went stone-faced and busted out a few reps with her burden, much to the disgust of every Corpsmen in attendance. “I'll beat her however I damned well please! Tonight I think I'll do it with her own stupid move!”
The unmitigated gall of that statement was still processing with most of the audience when Domi went up on tiptoe and pulled her hands out from under Sanders, leaving the abused Iowan to drop onto the brunette's shoulders in a Fireman's Carry. Quickly draping her left arm over the back of Kylie's neck, Daly twisted toward a corner on the far side of the ring and broke into a sprint to ensure she put her own unforgettable twist on classic PV—“NGH! NGH! NGH!”
Sanders crooked her right arm into a 'V' and drilled the point of that elbow against Domi's temple no less than half a dozen times in a matter of seconds! The ferocity of the barrage stopped Daly in her tracks and allowed Ky to wriggle free of the brunette's grasp. Not entirely sure of their location after the punishment she'd absorbed, Sanders was eager for any sort of separation so she braced both hands between Domi's shoulders and shoved as hard as she could! Daly flew toward the corner and might've eaten a faceful of turnbuckle if she hadn't managed to grab hold of the top rope at the last second. Simultaneously off-balance and furious after the Hawkeye's unexpected resurgence, she spun away from the buckles and threw a looping Haymaker at the blo—NO!
Ky blocked the blow with her right forearm, then snatched hold of the gymnast's wrist and twisted around in a circle that finished with the captured limb wrapped across Sanders' lower back while the veteran was snugged in close on Daly's left flank. Quick to wrap her left arm around the stooped brunette's midsection, the leader of the Kylie Corps bent her knees and muscled Domi up and over before dropping to her butt to THAWHAM the Washingtonian down blat on her back! Crunched and cradled in the wake of that Child of the Corn, Dominique's right leg flailed absently while Sanders leaned in tight and Craig counted off...
CHILD OF THE CORN:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=MfreAR8yiPo
ONE...
TWO...
THRNOOOO!
Daly kicked loose and tumbled onto one side, escaping defeat by no more than half a second! As for Kylie, she rolled to all fours and smacked her palms against the canvas before raising thumb and index finger so everyone knew she was this close. This raised a loud round of 'KY-LIE!' chants and the resultant adrenaline rush gave Sanders everything she needed to wrap a few lengths of Domi's dark ponytail around one hand.
“Done a pretty good job kicking my ass these last few minutes, can't argue that.” Ky admitted as she hauled the Ultimate Athlete to her feet. “But I wonder how effective you'll be with only one leg?”
Eager to discover the answer, Sanders snuggled in on Domi's left side and thrust her head beneath the other Lightweight's arm. In the same instant she grabbed Daly's ankle in both hands and yanked her foot off the mat so that her heel was snug against those leotard-sheathed glutes. Damned if Dominique didn't wrap her arms around the blonde's noggin in a mean Headlock, but Kylie simply hoisted the smaller wrestler high into the air, then went down on one knee to THUNK the brunette' shin against the point of her knee! That dealt with the Headlock real fast, but Sanders maintained her grip on the gymnast's ankle when Domi eased away and now the brunette was hopping on one foot to maintain her bal—“AAAARRRGGGGGHHH!” Daly yowled in pained displeasure when Kylie laid out beneath the exposed limb to sling her to the deck with a textbook Dragon Screw!
SHINBREAKER & DRAGON SCREW:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=jx3lVcl9yes
Domi sat up and tended to her tweaked knee, or rather, she started to before Kylie laid claim to that ankle and stretched her leg out with a few sharp yanks! “You spend so much time flying around, I think it'd be good for you to stay in one place for a while, cutie.”
“As if you could make me do anything, bitNGH! NGH! NGH!”
Sanders stamped on the brunette's inner thigh, then did a quick spin around the vulnerable limb to secure it behind her right calf. In the same breath she snatched hold of Domi's right leg and lifted it off the mat so she could set the Mite's left ankle atop her right thigh in the ferocious figure of four! With the Red, White, & Bruised chorus bellowing in anticipation, Kylie dropped to a seat and immediately hooked her left leg over the exposed ankle and bore down while simultaneously hoisting her butt high into the air!
FIGURE FOUR LEGLOCK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=6YCZb39BPjY
Figure Four Leglock, Kylie Sanders to Dominique Daly in the middle of the ring.
“Give up!” Ky demanded while jouncing her hips to increase the strain. “Give up or you'll stay on the ground a whole lot longer than you—”
“NEVER!” the Mighty Mite railed. “I'LL NEVER SUBMIT TO OOOOWWWWW BITCH!”
Sanders grabbed hold of the brunette's right foot and dug her nails into the bare sole to see if she might reconsider her position!
“You won’t be sticking any dismounts with this foot, little girl,” Ky growled, digging her digits into the soft spot in Daly’s arch.
Domi howled in pain, tugging at her ponytail to spread it, without success.
On a knee next to Daly, Craig offered the suffering grappler a way out, but the former gymnast took a swipe at his chin in response.
“OUTTA MY FACE ASSAHHHHH!”
Sanders increased her convincing, abandoning the sole digging to push up on her palms and increase the pressure on Domi’s muscular albeit abbreviated gams.
“PLEEEEASE!” Daly begged.
“Closer.” Kylie huffed. “But I think Mr. Long needs something more definitive.”
Perhaps losing her concentration while rubbing Dominique’s face in her misfortune, the Platinum Pixie wasn't ready when Daly rolled to the left, then switched directions and tumbled both combatants to their chest, reversing the submission on Sanders.
Suddenly, the anguish radiated through the blonde’s legs and the Hawkeye’s fingers delved into her sweat-soaked, silvery mop.
An equal opportunity ask, Long got down on his chest in front of a misty-eyed, bleating Ky.
“How about it, Sanders?”
“YEAH, BYTCH!” Daly emphasized.
Kylie tried to roll the former gymnast back to the receiving end but wasn't able and had to release her Leglock, slinking away on hands and knees after the limbs separated.
Thankfully for the Iowan, Daly’s taken far more of the figure-four abuse and Kylie climbed to her feet, shaking out the ache, while Domi worked at her stems with one hand, the other helping her butt-scoot to a corner.
With the buckles behind her, Dominique pulled to her feet, only for a charging Kylie to PLOW into her opponent’s chiseled abdomen with a delving Shoulderblock. Daly’s diminutive frame was folded deep into the corner. The PVP grabbed the middle ropes on either side and repeated the process a second and third time, wedging her foe in farther.
Retreating, Ky plucked Domi out with her via a grasp on a wrist and YANKED Daly into a Short-Arm Clothesline, the near Olympian staring blankly at the rafters and the hovering blonde after the body-rocking connection.
“You hear that applause?” Kylie asked, digging into Daly’s psyche as she looked down into her adversary’s glazed almond-shaped peepers. “Not for you.”
Domi rolled to her chest and slunk toward an exit, wrapping both palms around the bottom rope and hauling her way toward a time-out. But Kylie was interested in a trip outside, latching onto Daly’s ankles. The blonde pulled the former gymnast’s frame taut, the wrestlers now in a tug of war. The battle continued up to the middle cable as Domi switched her grip, then to the top, Daly waging a losing battle.
With a final heave, Ky RIPPED Daly’s grip loose and the former gymnast endured an ignominious face and chest-first landing on the thinly-covered floorboards. Daly’s flawless features warped in pain from the thumping impact. She started to push to all fours, but Kylie mounted the Mite in a backward-facing standing straddle and butt-bumped the base of Domi’s lower vertebrae, flattening her foe back to the canvas.
Kylie lowered astride Dominique’s waist and raised her right arm, forming the fingers into curled tines.
Immediately, the voice of the Corps rang out… 'FARM…HAND!'
But the flexibility of the former gymnast hadn't been properly accounted and Daly swung her right leg up in a Mule Kick, crashing the heel into the cleft of Ky’s cups, stunning the Pixie, the crowd groaning in disappointment.
Working through her pain as quickly as she could, Domi spun beneath the straddle of the Pixie so she faced up. The Mite snatched a handful of platinum bob and wrenched Kylie’s noggin toward her, unfolding Sanders’ legs in the process and lifting them as the FAWN original was drawn backward. With her lower limbs freed, Dominique wrapped them around the ivory-skinned midriff of the Hawkeye, clamping the muscular legs around ribs and tummy in a breathtaking Bodyscissors.
With Ky above her, laying atop Domi but in Daly’s control, the former gymnast exchanged her hair-pull for a nasty Crossface grip, violently twisting Kylie’s head and neck while punishing the blonde’s belly and ribcage, Domi securing her signature Pummel Horse.
With Ky fruitlessly flailing in Dominique’s ingenious trap, Daly took care not to let her shoulders fall flat to the canvas. The brunette crunched her abs to keep herself out of a pinning predicament while slowly wringing and squeezing the fight from the faltering Pixie.
As a desperate Ky tried to reach around and find a handful of Mite, unsuccessfully, Domi demanded Sanders’ surrender. Growling in her adversary’s ear, she continued to make the most of her Crossface, seemingly trying to unscrew Kylie’s head from the rest of her body. The blonde’s breathless condition from the cinching Scissors wasn't making the Pixie’s attempt to respond any easier, so Domi relented just an iota, giving her foe a chance to articulate.
“Screw you.” Ky choked out in little more than a whisper.
The pained Pixie set her boot soles flat against the canvas and pushed upward, stacking Daly on her shoulders for the…
ONE…
TWO…
Domi surrendered her control to threw a shoulder off the deck. She unlatched her Scissors below and shoved Kylie off.
Daly scrambled to her feet, wincing her way through a bare foot mudhole stomping of every inch of Pixie body Sanders failed to protect. Kylie curled into a fetal ball, the FAWNatics booing their lungs out until only exhaustion brought the beatdown to an end.
As the Mite relented and a bruised Kylie flopped into a wide spread eagle from the assault, Dom turned to the ropes at Sanders’ side. The ponytailed brunette jumped onto the rubber-coated steel, grabbing the top strand with both hands while her bare feet pressed into the middle rope to get the most spring out of the ‘board’.
Vaulting into the space above the Pleasant Valley Princess, the legs of the former gymnast stretched out in a wide set of splits, the lead limb CRASHING down across Kylie’s throat.
The Pixie spasmed, her bruised windpipe not working at full capacity.
A sneering Daly maintained her splits but now it’s her crotch against the underside of Ky’s chin. Surmising she’ll need to do more damage to Sanders to keep the shoulders of her stubborn lightweight rival down, Dominique bashes a half dozen forearm blows into the Pixie’s jaw before fastening a tight Schoolgirl Press.
Domi’s shins dug into Kylie’s biceps, her folded knees bracketing Sanders’ reddened face.
The sweat-soaked Daly raised her small-caliber guns in triumph, as Long dove to the deck and counted the wriggling Pixie to defeat with the…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
Sanders bucked out from under the Schoolgirl, shoving Daly over the top, the overconfident Mite lurching forward to all fours, then quickly pushing to her feet.
The effort seemed to have taken all Sanders has left and she’s left splayed, raspy inhales trying to find oxygen.
With an icon there for the taking, the former gymnast hurried to where she felt most comfortable, springing to the top of the nearby corner.
She played to the crowd before her, her back to the ring, wiping away a non-existent tear before taking to the stratosphere in a glorious Moonsault back-flip, her bare feet ready to expunge any fight left in the Iowan with her infamous Sticking the Dismount.
But before Domi could plant her flag and feet in Kylie’s bosom, Sanders rolled clear. Daly landed relatively nimbly with her target removed, though she staggered in a backpedal several steps in order to maintain her balance.
By the time she did, the tenacious Pixie’s vertical. Both women rushed their counterpart, Kylie with her right arm outstretched, hoping to ground the high-flyer with a scythe-like Lariat to Daly’s clavicle.
Domi’s quickness paid dividends as Sanders swung and missed. Racing by the former gymnast clamps on to the proffered arm and leapt into a Crucifix, capturing each of the Pixie’s arms. Domi throws her bodyweight toward the deck and RIPPED Kylie off her boot soles, DESTROYING Sanders with her Daly Grind.
DALY GRIND:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=-pmJ3eVYJSY
The FAWNatics groaned in sympathy and disappointment, knowing their girl’s been finished by the arrogant acrobat.
But the demolished Sanders found some of the good luck Ky’s avoided much of her career, her insensate form sent rolling under the ropes from the momentum of the impact, the Pixie flopping to the floor, unintentionally saving herself from certain Domi doom.
“FUCK!” Daly smashed the mat with both palms, unable to tolerate the notion that fortune only smiled on Kylie Sanders at the Ultimate Athlete's expense. For a moment Domi looked indecisively between the zebra and the outside, the gymnast clearly weighing the merits of catching her breath while Long did the heavy lifting of a count-out or to put the pedal down and deal with the obnoxious asshole herself.
Damned if the FAWNatics didn't answer for her, their raucous cheer signaling Sanders' slow return to boot-leather while Domi did the same in little more than a blink. Throwing a glance over her shoulder to make sure the idiot referee wasn't in her way, Daly hurled herself at the opposite side of the squared circle, the TWANG of her body hitting the strands as loud as a starter's pistol for those folks lucky enough to land floor seats. Bounding across the canvas like someone who hadn't been wrestling for fifteen minutes at that point, Dominique continued to pick up speed until the moment she went low and launched off her back foot, the diminutive dervish throwing herself beneath the middle rope to plow every bit of her hundred and six pounds into the freshly-risen blonde with a Suicide Dive strong enough to send both Lightweights flying across the narrow aisle. But where Daly landed on her feet with nary a sound, the Pleasant Valley Princess BWANGED spine-first against the steel barricade with enough force to bruise several shins in the front row!
“No, no, no, you don't get to sit down yet!” Daly hooked her hands around Sanders' shoulder-straps and used them to haul the Iowan upright when Ky would've slopped to her butt in a mewling sprawl otherwise. “Celebration's in the ring, bitch. And we can't start without the podiuNNNGGGHH!”
Kylie grabbed a double handful of the brunette's dark locks and jerked her into a Headbutt that THUNKED against the bridge of Daly's nose! That got Domi's hands off her top real fast, so Sanders lowered her right shoulder, stuffed it against the other wrestler's belly and plowed forward to repay that collision with the barricade by SMASHING the small of Daly's back against the ring apron! Domi cried out in boozy agony and grabbed hold of the bottom rope to keep herself upright, a precaution Sanders didn't thwart because it gave her all the opening she needed to THWHAP half a dozen Overhand Forearm Smashes against her rival's chest.
Only peeling Domi away from the ledge when she was certain the bludgeoning had made a mark, Ky caught the brunette at trunks and tresses and wheeled around in a circle to pick up more momentum before she slung Daly under the bottom ro—NOT YET! Daly hooked an arm around the bottom strand and used the residual energy to swoop back out to the floor Tiger Feint Kick style where she promptly lashed out with a huge Bitch Sl—NO! Kylie blocked the blow with a well-placed forearm, then got a huge roar from the Corps when she SLAPPED the taste outta Domi's mouth.
“You don't wanna go in?” Ky grabbed Domi's braid and gave her head a hard shake. “Fine, you can play on the floor!”
With that she dipped her knees and sprang into the sky, the FAWN original kicking her legs into a wide 'V' that brought Sanders down on her butt and Daly down flat on her—WHAT THE HELL?
Heartbeats away from a disastrous impact, Dominique Daly got some incredulous cheers by throwing herself into a handstand and pushing up as hard as she could to effectively block the Sit-Out Facebuster! Springing to her feet in front of a seated, wide-eyed Kylie, the Ultimate Athlete took to the skies once more and THWHAPPED both bare soles into the Iowan's face with a malicious Basement Dropkick!
“FUCKIN' DONE!” Daly barked to all who would listen as she scrambled to verticality. “SHE'S DONE, YOU IDIOTS HEAR ME?”
Those cheers went right back to boos that only got louder as the almost Olympian peeled Sanders off the floor and tossed her under the bottom rope like a bag of laundry. No nimble reversal from the splattered blonde, she ended up near the center in a woozy sprawl of exhausted flesh that started to rise a few seconds after Dominique Daly claimed an ominous spot on the apron.
“Get up, bitch.” Domi clutched the top rope in both hands and was practically bouncing in place while the oblivious Pixie collected what remained of her faculties. “Get the hell up, I want you to see me coming!”
Sanders certainly couldn't hear this demand over the cacophony of the capacity crowd, yet she complied with it shortly thereafter even if she returned to verticality with her back pointed toward the Oregon native. Didn't bother Domi in the slightest, she just hopped onto the rubber-coated steel in an effortless springboard and let loose with a taunting whistle to get the idiot's attention. Kylie swooned toward the noise and Daly launched herself into the aether, the former Lightweight Champion curling into a ball for what would've been a gorgeous 450 Splash if Sanders hadn't been upright. Instead she landed astride the veteran's shoulders, then locked her ankles and leaned forward to—Ky went up on tiptoe and dropped forward and down, the exhausted Princess THAWHAMMING Dominique on the back of her head and shoulders with a desperation Powerbomb that left the Mighty Mite folded in half! Pushing up on tiptoe while the ring was still shivering, Kylie leaned forward and planted on her palms while bracing her shins against the brunette's upturned haunches for a count of...
ONE...
TWO...
THRENOOOOOOOO!
Domi twitch-shuddered her way free at the last possible second, the nearness of her escape forcing All Night to raise two fingers in the direction of the Timekeeper to ensure they didn't clang the bell in error!
Only vaguely aware that Daly had survived that catastrophic reversal, Kylie rolled onto her stomach, clambered to all fours and crawled in whatever direction she thought might offer some reprieve from the Ultimate Athlete's assault. Domi did much the same, though if anything she was even slower to react given that her head was still pounding in the aftermath of that colossal Powerbomb. Aware of nothing more than absence of Sanders' fingers in her hair, the glassy-eyed brunette fought to all fours and slowly crawled toward what she hoped was the edge of the ring. The angle wasn't quite ideal, but eventually she bumped into the bottom rope. “Kuuuhhh... keep her away.” Daly rasped to Craig Long the instant she'd grabbed hold of the middle strand. “I'm in the ropes, so just, just... keep the bitch away from me.”
Somewhere a long way off the crowd roared, yet Daly relaxed when a few heartbeats passed without anyone grabbing her hair or waistband. Not that the roar was meaningless mind you, far from it. Because over on the far side of the squared circle, Kylie Sanders had dragged herself upright and was leaned against the ropes directly behind her woozy adversary. The Corps saw their heroine rise and channeled the indiscriminate noise into an echoing 'KY-LIE!' chant, but even though the blonde nodded her appreciation, she made no effort to close on the Ultimate Athlete... until Daly seized the middle rope in her other hand and struggled to her feet.
The sight of Domi folded over back-to must've sparked some inner reserve in the Platinum Pixie because without so much as a word she exploded off the ropes and went straight for the oblivious brunette! Catching a Waistlock the instant she was within grabbin' distance of her foe, Sanders hopped up and somersaulted forward, the usually grounded grappler showing off some remarkable creativity that left her back to back with Daly until her legs whipped down and twanged against the top rope. The rebound was more than enough to shoot the Hawkeye back the way she'd came, Sanders looking for all the world like a woman caught in rewind until her feet rejoined the canvas and she popped her hips to tear Domi Daly out of the strands with a German Suplex that PLANTED the Mite on the back of her head and shoulders!
REBOUND OVER & DONE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=LzUnpOSyXhY
That insane rebound version of the classic Over & Done left Daly folded in half in the middle of the ring, but 'All Night' Long didn't even get to dive into position because Kylie floated through and powered the brunette back to her feet. From there she spun Domi around and went just low enough to slip her right arm between the almost Olympian's stems. The crowd leapt to their feet as Domi was powered offa hers, the mere presence of a Fireman's Carry enough to—Ky hooked her left arm over the back of Daly's head, went up on tiptoe and laid out on her left side to THAWHAM the gobsmacked Lightweight with a gorgeous Pleasant Valley Driver!
PLEASANT VALLEY DRIVER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=tw2rABOLW9A
Dominique popped loose in an insensate starfish that was quickly bundled back up by blonde when she floated over and hooked the far leg tight as she could, Kylie nodding along with the...
ONE...
TWO...
THREE!
Sanders tossed the captured leg away, reared back on her haunches and ran one sweat-damp forearm across a far sweatier brow while the Announcer confirmed, “Ladies and gentlemen, your winner via pin-fall... KYLIE SANDERS!”
Using Domi’s torso to push to her feet, the blonde offered a wrist to Long and he lifted it high, pointing at the panting Pixie with his opposite index finger, the Corps in their usual state of euphoria after a Sanders’ victory.
The softly stirring Mite managed to roll out under the bottom rope, barely, the demolished Daly lying on the apron a beaten woman but avoiding any Gladiatrix money shot the bytch might have in mind.
The Pixie’s attention was focused elsewhere, climbing a far corner, turned toward the hard cam to celebrate both with those in attendance and watching at home. Ky caught a stick thrown in her direction.
“Who’s gonna be watchin’ me at Mania?” she shouted. “The boss says one more win gets me there. So I’ll be seein’ you at Slaybor Day, then the Big One.”
Sanders tossed the microphone back to the attendant below and hopped down from her pedestal under a standing ovation. She walked along each side of the ring to applaud her supporters in return, finally reaching a puddled Daly.
The ponytailed brunette was on all fours. She twisted her head to lock eyes with Kylie.
“Not bad, Sanders,” Daly offered in not much more than a whisper.
She pushes to verticality and extended a hand for a shake. Kylie considers and accepted…
WHOA!
Dominique yanked the Pixie toward her, and while the ropes were between them, the nasty Mite drove a knee betwixt the cables, pounding the bony cap into the blonde’s crotch.
Bug-eyed and frozen, the knock-kneed Kylie’s pushed back a few steps. Domi grasped the uppermost strand with both hands.
Dipping into deep reserves, the Ultimate Athlete hopped to the top rope and leapt off, catching Sanders by the noggin as she flipped over her foe’s shoulder, POUNDING Kylie’s spine and skull into the canvas-covered floorboards. The mat echoed with a THWOMP from Domi’s Daly Double, the Pixie’s limp frame spilling to her chest after the impact.
DALY DOUBLE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=8aGoxWk4MS0
On her knees next to Sanders, the former gymnast demanded applause for her acrobatic assault, but the Corps were not so inclined.
Long demanded Daly depart, but the almost Olympian responded by daring Craig to throw out her loss if he didn't like it.
Grabbing Sanders by the wrists, Domi flipped and dragged the splayed Pixie just so in front of the nearest buckles. Seemingly rejuvenated, Daly scrambled to the top, her back to the blonde, arms raised, ready to Stick a Dismount this bytch so richly deserved.
But as Domi readied to skewer Sanders and keep her out of Slaybor Day and Mania with her Dismount, the Offspring’s 'Defy You' pumped over the arena’s sound system.
'DEFY YOU:'
www.youtube.com/watch?v=tSIioK8Fi5g
Casey Newsome, wearing her metallic blue two-piece battle gear, raced down the ramp and aisle, sliding in under the bottom rope and popping to her feet to defend the Pleasant Valley Princess.
CASEY NEWSOME:
Her perfect finishing score of ten interrupted, Daly dropped to the apron, leapt to the floor and scampered to the barricade to keep plenty of distance between her and the Destroyer-class brunette she pinned at Swelter. Enraged, she barked at the Prima Ballerina spoiling her fun and threatened to “Break her in two a second time!”
Casey sat on the middle cable nearest the retreating Daly, pushing up the top rope to invite the nervous Mite to give it a try.
The sweat-soaked Domi, her red-white-and-blue leotard glued tightly with perspiration, wanted none of that but did grab a stick when she reached the Announcer’s table.
“I beat you and Pandora together, you big oaf! You think I’m scared of you all by your lonesome? I’ll show you and these idiots…at Slaybor Day! Winner gets a 'Mania slot.”
A grinning Newsome nodded so hard she threatened injuring her neck. She directed her gaze to the hard cam and mouthed, “get that done, boss.”
Realizing what she’s done, a furious Dominique threw the microphone and stormed up the ramp and aisle, stomping her tiny bare feet all the way, a loss and a match against a very motivated Casey set, doubling her troubles.
In the ring, the Lead Dancer helped a wincing Kylie to her feet, dusting off the Pixie.
“You good?” she asked.
“It’s a W,” Ky answered. “That always is. But do me a favor?”
“Anything.”
“Squash that little bug flat next month, then we can each party at the biggest bash of the year.”
“Deal.”
Kylie and Casey shook on it.