Post by hawkeye on Oct 8, 2024 0:58:02 GMT
Coming up next is the latest turmoil in the Lightweight division, former champion Crystal Hilton vs The Countess Debra Sugerman. These two have had a bit of a rivalry in the last year or so and they’ve decided to butt heads again tonight. Hilton has made it clear Debra’s unearned(in her opinion) entry in the Lightweight title match at Summer Swelter contributed to her loss. Sugerman believes Hilton’s reign would have ended the next time they fought, and it’s only bad luck The Countess didn’t leave with gold. After weeks of sniping promos, the ladies will settle it in the ring.
www.youtube.com/watch?v=lubaolhjzig
a catchy guitar riff blasts through the speakers, and someone cuts the power to the lights. The crowd comes alive as spotlights glare and target the entrance at the top of the ramp. Debra Sugerman, the charismatic wrestler and former mascot of her family’s company playfully marches out of the curtain, twirling her literal candy cane. The lightweight masterfully leads the masses in a wave of cheers travelling from one side of the building to the other, the thousands-strong crowd following the arc of her baton like a symphony obeying its maestro.
“Weighing in at 121lbs, standing 5 feet and 5 inches, and hails from Valdosta, Georgia, by way of Stone Mountain. The face of Sugerman Confectionary, and it’s the Sweetest you’ll ever see! Debra ‘Little Debbieee’ Suugerrrmaaan!!!”
DEBRA SUGERMAN
Step inside, walk this way
You and me, babe
Hey, hey
The people sing along to Ninja Sex Party’s cover within the first beats of the song, bobbing and swaying while they take in the bright-eyed and bushy-tailed newcomer. Fans of beach fighting and FAWN’s newest Indie partner, LAW (Ladies of Adventurous Wrestling), know the young rookie always puts on a show. From head to ankle, Debra’s gear is a swirling rainbow of sequins glittering under the harsh lights of FAWN, and if you look close enough, each bead resembles a wrapped hard candy. The radiant sweets travelled up each arm from the wrist into the turtle neck of a VERY cropped top, the hemline serving as the bottom of the cups for her pert chest, with a wide triangle panel cut out to show off the sweets. After miles of bare, lightly toned belly is a pair of tight pants that clung to her legs like a candy coating; patches of material are cut out from the side of each leg, so Debra’s pale skin pushes through the opening. Hence, SUGERMAN blazed no matter what angle you saw the Countess of Candyland.
Debra twirls her 4-foot cane in front of her through two arcs before pointing it straight to the sky. The apparent signal turns the house lights back on. The walking instrument resembled a candy cane with a green gumdrop bottom with rubber and a glitter dusting. Instead of a hook or knob, the baton exploded at its top with a bouquet of round lollipops.
She places the confection back between her smiling lips before setting off on a hip-swivelling march around the ring. The candy heiress’s wavy blonde hair tickles the nape of her neck with each timed step; Debra encourages the masses to continue their serenade by swinging and pointing the cane to guide the fans’ voices, playing choirmaster to the largest choir in the world.
Take a bottle!
Shake it up!
Break the bubble!
Break it up!
As the crowd is about to launch into the chorus, Debra sprints up the ring steps, her candy-apple red running shoes reflecting the light. Debra spins against the ropes along the apron, not stopping till she’s dead center in the Hard cam’s sight; Debra tucks in her arms, holding the cane horizontally and crouches low into a tight ball. Tensing like a coiled spring, Sugerman hears the chorus start and bursts into the air! Spreading her limbs out and straight, she lands on the apron in a wide stance like a jubilant star. Packets of sugar drop from the ceiling and scatter onto the audience as the FAWNatics loudly sing.
POUR SOME SUGAR ON ME!!
The music dies down, but Little Debbie doesn't enter the ring. She turns the sucker in her mouth between thumb and forefinger as she eyes the front row, searching for the biggest hunk in- There he is! “If I take you home to mama, she might try to take ya for herself!”
Spotting a young lad with sharp cheekbones in a Bethany Christian shirt (that's right, she still sells merch), the flaxen-haired rookie with flair saunters over, swaying her recently used lollipop high in the air, making the hawt ticket buyer wobble his head in synchronicity. His jaws are wide open to accept the plane coming in for a landing, but you can still tell he’s smiling from his bright eyes and the raised corners of his mouth, the crowd playing up the scene, echoing in unison, “ooooooooOOOHHHH…” as the candy draws near. Then they “YARRHHHH!!” Erupt in cheers when he gleefully takes the lollipop between his teeth. A few fans are a little disgusted with the indirect spit swap, but given the nature of FAWN, you’d think they’d be okay with FAR worse. Don’t you think?
Debra gracefully vaults over the top rope and grins at the ring’s glaring occupants, “Time to teach this actress how to cry when I command.”
The arena fades to black and as it does we are treated to the loud sounds of Let It Go by Demi Lovato blasting all across the speakers. We are treated to fog filling the arena that looks like mist and snow flurries begin to fall from the ceiling. As the music picks up we can see a figure emerging through the curtain. Crystal emerges in blue top with white ruffles on the front and extended down to her knee on the left side. She wears a short, black lace skirt with a white belt. She wears blue glovelets fastened by black straps. She has black ribbons on her upper arms and knee-high brown UGG Style boots with no heel. Crystal smirks as she has a white rose in her hand and she smells it bringing a smile to her face.
“Making her way to the ring, born in Detroit Michigan representing Los Angeles, California she is “The Winter Rose” Crystal Hilton!!!
Let it go, let it go
Can't hold it back anymore
Let it go, let it go
Turn my back and slam the door
And here I stand
And here I'll stay
Let it go, let it go
The cold never bothered me anyway
CRYSTAL HILTON
Crystal walks down the aisle all smiles. She claps the hands of the outstretched fans as she stops and hands her white rose to a special little girl in the audience. She finally makes it to the ring where she does a split to enter the ring. She rises back up and blows kisses to all of the fans that are cheering her on. She bounces about as she turns her head over to Debra and forms a smile.
“Honestly I should have a big frown on my face not being here with a title, but since February of last year I have walked out to the ring as a champion. At least it feels better knowing that I was a former champion that actually dominated instead of being somebody that has never amounted to anything… Tonight I will beat you and get back on track to getting back what I lost…”
Crystal smiles running her fingers through her hair but Debra confronts the Winter Rose as she slaps her as hard as she can against the face.
“A never WAS who had gotten her first win OVER you, or did you forget..”
Hilton covers her face as the referee immediately calls for the bell which rings soundly. The Winter Rose tries to react but Debra is on a different level tonight as she immediately takes Crystal off of her feet with a spear to the ground. She cocks her fist back and begins to deliver constant lefts and rights to the woman’s face. The zebra quickly steps in to pull Debra off of Hilton, and the actress has to resort to crawling away to catch a breather. This new, dogged Debra tonight is focused on the task at hand. Hilton finally makes it to her feet, and before she even has time to breathe Debra sprints towards her and delivers a massive clothesline that swoops the Rose right off her feet. Hilton’s back lands on the mat with a loud thud. The Countess of Candyland isn’t done as she immediately climbs to the top of the ropes. She leaps off them backwards and delivers a Moonsault that lands flush against the naval of the former Lightweight champ.
Hilton grimaces in pain as Debra stands up and actually finds herself getting a few cheers from the crowd at her improvement in ability.
Debra smiles waving at the crowd as she nods her head. “I would love me too. I have been putting work in and this fraud has just been relying on the same old, same old.”
Crystal groans before she shifts her body to her knees. She slowly stirs bringing herself back up but Debra stands behind the blonde Rose and helps her upwards by her hair. Hilton leans into the referee, and he checks her over but this gives Hilton a moment to use one her legs and arch it backwards right against Debra’s most sacred area, dropping her with an illegal low blow. The audience boos the rose as she stands back up and cracks a grin as she looks over at the referee. “I think I am good now…”
Sugerman grabs in between her legs as Hilton drags the sweet blonde upwards. The former champion grapples with the Countess of Candyland and Irish Whips her as hard as she can against the turnbuckles. The actress follows suit and delivers a running knee right to Debra's forehead. Hilton isn’t done; she clutches her head underneath an arm and emerges out of the corner dropping Debra head-first against the mat with a bulldog.
Knee/Bulldog Combo
www.youtube.com/watch?v=1xMkDSIObME
The Afro-Mexican slowly sits up as she turns her attention to the camera. She whips her hair as she looks at her foe. “So you think you got better, you think you could take MY fans, and MY adoring public?!”
Hilton grabs a fistful of Debra’s hair and violently yanks her up to her feet. She knees her as hard as she can against the gut forcing her to double over, “You’re just another big mouth with nothing to back it up!”
The former champion brushes against Debra’s ribs and wraps her arms around the heiress’ waist with a Gutwrench hold, then flips Debra up and onto her shoulders. Sugerman has a moment to claw uselessly at the air before Hilton slams her onto the canvas with a Powerbomb in an atypical show of strength. Fans wince at the echoing sound of the Georgian’s back hitting the covered plywood; the wind’s knocked out of Debra to the extent she lies on the mat grimacing with her ankles by her ears, perfect for Hilton to pounce on—pelvis-to-buns and hands-on-calves for an early cover.
ONE!
TW- Debra explodes out of the pin and rolls onto her elbows to prevent a second attempt. Crystal gets to her feet and helps Debra to hers with a tug of the Southerner’s waistband that forces the material into an uncomfortable place. The actress switches her grip from Debra’s pants to her wrist and Whips The Countess into cables. Crystal runs after her and readies a Clothesline that Debra ducks coming off the rebound, Crystal keeps going and hits the ropes while Debra speeds it to her second set. They recoil off the strands and dash toward a fated meeting at Center ring; Hilton leaps and takes flight with a Crossbody- that soars past Sugerman who baseball slides under the former champion. Thwam! The sight of Crystal crash-landing on the ring floor causes the packed arena to groan in unison. To her credit, Crystal rises to her feet almost immediately but seems unbalanced by the bad fall. Debra sees opportunity in that vulnerability and gives Hilton the painful surprise of a Shoulderblock that cuts the Rose down and follows with an Elbow Drop to the bellybutton.
“You got confused the last year or so, thinking you’re above talents like me. You think you’re the cream of the crop.” Sugerman forces Crystal to her feet with a fistful of hair- Bam! Crystal gives her a back elbow to the jaw then slithers behind Debra and takes her in a Waistlock. The Dramatis Personae puts enough strength in the hold to make it count as a Bearhug and walks the gumdrop peddler away from the ropes.
Crystal grinds the knot of her fists up and down Sugerman’s navel as she breathes in the Georgian’s ear, “Yep! And I’m on my way back to the top!”
The former champion would have expounded on her plan to get back the Lightweight title but Sugerman cut her off by whipping into a forward roll that takes her between Crystal’s legs. The actress yelps when she finds her chin hitting the canvas and her left leg in Sugerman’s sadistic clutches.
“Nope! At best you’re coffee grounds sinking to the bottom!”
ROLLING LEGLOCK
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She wraps her arms tightly around Hilton’s legs causing the former Lightweight Champion to grimace in pain. She refuses to let go as she applies even more pressure and the Hispanic woman tries her best to crawl away. Crystal manages to inch towards the ropes. She reaches out in desperation and misses which causes the Countess to squeeze even tighter. Hilton lunges forward once again and this time she manages to have a firm grasp of the ropes in her hands. The referee calls for a break but Debra insists on holding onto the leg for good measure.
One
Two
Three
Four
Wanting to avoid a DQ, she lets go of the leg before a count of five. Hilton grabs a hold of the turnbuckles and she uses them to try to pull herself up to her feet. Meanwhile, Debra is already up to a vertical stance. She watches the champion try to pull herself up and that is when the Georgia native quickly sweeps the former champion's legs sending her straight to the ground. Debra places her hands on her hips as she glares down at her foe.
“What’s wrong?! I thought I was going to get a better challenge from the elite Crystal Hilton. Although I think you are more of a box office flop these days…”
Crystal doesn’t even have time to offer a response as Debra yanks Hilton back up to her feet. She whips her against the opposite cables. Hilton’s body hits the ropes and runs back towards Debra. Sugerman begins to pick up some speed as she meets Crystal in the middle of the ring and that’s when she sends a vicious running clothesline against the neck of the Hollywood hottie. Hilton flips head over heels in the air before landing hard on the canvas. The crowd is actually impressed as they applaud Sugerman’s efforts.
“What’s wrong Hilton?! I told you I was better than you. Maybe you should listen!”
Crystal doesn’t even get a chance to respond as Debra yanks Hilton up to her feet by the hair. She twists Crystal’s arm in a Wringer and draws it across her chest while placing a bot between the Rose’s. The citizens of Candyland around the world feel a sweet rush witnessing the setup for Debra’s Reverse Russian Legsweep. Debra doubles them over extra low to add more power to the coming faceplant and whips- Whoa! Crystal snuck her arm behind Sugerman’s leg and lifted her as they whipped back. Sugerman’s planted on the canvas with an abrupt One-Armed Takedown before she realizes her finisher went wrong.
SUGAR SLAM COUNTER
youtu.be/GlCod20TO2M?t=1297
Debra stares at the ceiling, half-stunned on the canvas, and Crystal looms above, hands on knees and breathing heavily. She gives Debra an angry look and a spiteful toe-kick to the ribs to get the confectionery capitalist moving.
“You’re not better than me, mascot. You’d be lucky to be my understudy!”
Crystal breaks for the cables as soon as Debra rolls to her knees. The Southern blonde raises to her full height when the actress comes springing back; Crystal leaps and corkscrews for a Spinning Heel kick that lands directly on Debra’s forehead taking The Countess off her feet. Crystal rolls with her landing and seamlessly runs to the ropes. Debra’s less graceful but no less determined and pushes to her feet.
“Gough!”
A human missile named Crystal takes Debra’s breath and verticality away with a brisk and awful Crossbody. The Georgian is squashed under Crystal’s weight the same moment she hits the canvas. In the perfect position for a pin, Crystal centers her weight on Debra’s chest as she scissors the Southerner’s wrist with her ankles while pulling the other one out and holding it against the floor. The official slides in for the count…
ONE!
TWO!
Debra bridges out of the pin with a count to spare, dropping Crystal on her side before rolling to hands and knees. Dissatisfied, The White Rose frowns and resumes her attack; she latches onto Sugerman with a Front Facelock and wrenches one arm behind her back with a Hammerlock, pulling and crushing her opponent’s body as they get to their feet. Crystal releases the Facelock to place Sugerman’s arm around her neck, she grabs The Countess by the waistband and hoists her up and over with a Suplex that brings Sugerman down on her twisted limb.
www.youtube.com/watch?v=PP_qv4eAWB4
“Gaagh!” Debra sits up with a snarl of pain cradling her arm. Frustrated with the match’s development, she beats her fist against the mat and surges to her feet with her smarting arm held against her middle.
“I’m gonna bounce you back to Blockbuster, bitchAaa!”
Hilton comes charging with a leaping elbow that hits Debra in the face like a pickaxe. The heiress is blown off her feet once again, and she hits the mat and she stays there. Spreadeagled and seeing canaries. Crystal kips up with a flourish and bows to her audience to loud, mixed reaction. She's won some of the crowd back with her string of offense, this is the Crystal Hilton they want to see, the former TV and Lightweight champion!
Crystal struts to the farthest corner from the vulnerable Countess and calls out to her loyal fans, “Think she's ready Smell The Roses!?”
www.youtube.com/watch?v=25Q_a8A5lRU
Calling her shot, Crystal tumbles across the ring with the casual ease of someone who does their own stunts, and when she’s near her target the actress launches into a lovely Standing Moonsault.
Thwam!
And Misses!
Debra rolls clear letting Hilton bellyflop on the ring floor. The Countess hurries to her feet as the former champ turns onto her back with a groan. Debra hops and drives both feet into Hilton’s middle with a mushroom stomp, the ex-champ lets out a deep bellow and involuntarily kicks her legs up. Debra quickly grabs those raised ankles and steps through the V of Crytsal’s legs. Sugerman turns flipping Crystal onto her front now trapping her in a reverse Boston Crab, next she ups the ante by taking Crystal’s wrists and raising her off the mat. The actress lets out a horror movie scream as her bodyweight threatens to pop her arms out of their sockets, and it’s no treat for her knees either!
La Campana
youtu.be/sihbxxo4-hM?t=45 (0:44)
“Never did any westerns, huh?” Debra taunts, swinging the suffering high flyers between her legs, torturing her joints. “You can’t even handle a Rocking Horse.”
Crystal screams as her arms are nearly pulled out of their sockets. The former champion just swings about as Debra keeps rocking her back and forth. She finally drops her to the ground but not before locking her leg in between both of Hilton’s legs. She yanks at both of the former champion’s arms again forcing Crystal’s head to arch backwards. Sugerman uses her foot to stomp Crystal head first right into the mat. Hilton remains on the mat like a splattered bug as Debra flicks her hair about looking down at her foe.
Sweetest Stomp
www.youtube.com/watch?v=qA_fl6JWrOs
“That’s something new I have been working on. It’s called the Sweetest Stomp, you like?” Debra laughs as her foe just lies motionless on the ground. She lifts her boot up and begins to stomp down on her shoulders. She drives boot after boot which causes the Afro-Mexican to curl up into a ball as Debra works her over. The Countess of Candyland doesn’t even bother with a pin as instead she grabs a handful of Hilton’s blonde locks and yanks her up to her feet. She whips her towards the corner and follows up by delivering a splash against Crystal’s prone body. Sugerman viciously drives knee lift after knee lift right against the exposed middrift of the former champion.
“I told you I was better than you but you didn’t want to listen! I will MAKE you listen!” She drives knee after knee. Hilton is about to stumble in the corner but Sugerman makes sure to lift her up to keep her at a vertical stance. She lifts Crystal’s upwards and sits her at the top of the turnbuckle. Debra follows suit and the two are at the top of the corner. Debra mounts Crystal and begins to rain down punches to her face but Hilton is able to finally get some shots in on Debra’s stomach. Sugerman doesn’t falter as she instead manages to jump up locking her legs around Crystal’s head and takes the both of them down to the canvas with a top rope hurricanrana. The crowd begins to go nuts as both women are laid out across the mat.
Debra really laid on the attacks, but that took a lot of energy after weathering Hilton’s offence. She’s too tired to crawl for a pin and Hilton’s stunned to stillness. The official sees the two combatants unmoving aside from their gulping bellies and moves to stand in the space between them. He throws his hands in the air, shouting “One! Two! Three!...” At six the blondes begin to stir, getting to hands and knees at eight, and on unsteady feet before ten. Debra’s still feeling some of the tingles of that dominating wave and hurries to regain the spotlight; she cracks A Knife-edge Chop across Crystal’s chest, The Rose sways back like she might topple in the wind but stays rooted. Sugerman has it in her mind to cut this plant down so she Chops her again, and again, and ag- Crystal catches the Knife-Edge and twists it in an Arm Wringer! The Actress leads The Countess in a circle with the distorted limb before turning away and giving Superman a rough jolt with an Arm Breaker.
“Aaagh!”
Debra cries out, wincing as she staggers back. Meaning her eyes are shut when Crystal doubles over and chin-checks her opponent with a backkick and then turns her face with a Palm Strike while Debra's reeling. Amazingly the Southern Sweetie is still on her feet, until Crystal shows some Martial Arts training from Cassava and blasts Sugerman with a Spinning Reverse Kick to the side of the head!
Miticide
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Sugerman drops like a felled tree and Crystal throws herself atop her in a tight lateral press.
ONE!
TWO!!
THRNOOOO!!!
Sugerman digs deeper than ever and gets a shoulder up in time. The actress barely restrains herself from throwing a Christian Bale-esque tantrum and mounts the Georgian, Crystal roughly pulls her face up with a fistful of hair and raining down forearms against Sugerman’s face.
“Stop saying you’re better than me!” Crystal screams, the hits coming faster and harder. “I won matches! I won titles! I won respect!”
Crystal did, at least to some FAWNatics judging by the cheers among the boos that serenade The White Rose as she shoves off of Debra and makes her way to the southeast corner. Crystal vaults into a crouch at the top of the turnbuckle and shuffles around to face the ring. The Dramatis Personae stands, balancing on the top cables for a hair-raising moment before she powerfully kicks off the ropes and takes flight. Hilton tucks into a ball mid-flight and spreads out as she falls toward the Supine Sugerman.
FROG SPLASH
www.youtube.com/watch?v=0NvkoEinzwY&t=27s
The Orlando audience prepares to see a saccharine smear in the next instant- instead it’s a stooge stained on the mat- Debra rolls clear! Crystal smashes into the ring floor with a THWAM! The packed arena lets out a collective OOOHHHHH at the tragic ‘landing’ and prays the high flyer hasn’t been injured. The addled actress somehow hasn’t knocked herself out and pushes to a wide-legged seat, blinking and bobble-headed.
“Ugh!”
Sugerman takes advantage! The Countess of Candyland shoves Crystal’s upperbody against the canvas and sits on her shoulderblades, facing away from the actress. Hooking her feet on Crystal’s body where thigh meet buttock, Debra takes both of the wilted Rose’s arms and leans the hell back, folding Hilton into a ball while taking her elbows and shoulders near the breaking point.
TAFFY PULLER
youtu.be/elWpJ1qcElE?t=186
“Mooooagh!” Crystal lets out a loud moan that doesn’t due justice to the infernos bazling at her elbows, she would be screaming right now if it weren’t for the hellacious fall scrambling her senses. Debra will do anything it takes to win but she desperately urges Hilton to quit.
‘Come on! Don’t make me do this!”
The official’s on his knees by Crystal’s head asking if she wants to throw in th towel.
She doesn’t…
… But she has to.
Tears running down her face, Crystal sobs and nods her head, the ref’s up in a flash and motioning at the time keeper.
DINGDINGDING!!!
‘YOUR WINNER VIS SUBMISSION, DEBRA SUGERMAN!!
“I told you!” A jubilant Debra releases Crystal’s arms and shoots up to her feet with fists raised in celebration. A wave of weakness comes over her and she collapses to all fours but doesn't wipe the ecstatic smile off her face. Crystal shifts into her back and hugs her sore arms. She takes shuddering breaths and tries to stave off the wave of disappointment that comes with a loss.
After the official helps Debra stand and lifts her hand in victory, she
looks over Crystal who's crawled to a seat in the corner to nurse her aches and pains. The victress recognizes the crestfallen look on Crystal’s face from the mirror’s reflection after a bad night in the ring, and unfamiliar emotions begin t bubble up in the Countess. A regular person would recognize them as guilt and empathy.
“Hey,” Debra approaches Crystal, who tenses up and scrambles to her feet in case of a post-match attack, “That was a great fight. I-what? What’s happening?”
Murmurs from the crowd and footage on the FAWNtron draw their attention to the entrance ramp. An imposing woman of exotic beauty walks towards the ring with a supreme but quiet confidence, wearing a black slip dress that ends mid-thigh and black, block-heel ankle boots. Long, straight black hair, olive skin, and eyes so disturbingly dark they must be contacts. ‘Fit’ would be an extremely understated adjective to describe this intruder; while not on the level of Clayton or Blassenville her arms projected an aura of strength, and her legs blared it from a mountaintop. The thick, feminine muscle of her long legs carried with a tiger’s grace up the steel steps and into the ring.
Hilton pulls herself to standing and steps away from the ropes to not seem weak in front of a potential threat. Sugerman eyes the stranger carefully as this new Destroyer steps between them. The brunette moves her gaze between the blondes, measuring them, studying them… and then releases a disappointed sigh and slumps her shoulders.
“So this was a FAWN champion?” she asks in disbelief at Crystal who tightens her fists in anger. She turns to Debra, looking her up and down like a jalopy imposed on her by a used-car salesman, “And you’re a star here? This is disappointing. I should have stayed in Vegas.”
The Countess bares her teeth as a red-hot flash of anger overtakes Debra, who does this bitch think she is to try to ruin her victory?
“Who the fuck are you, thunder thighs?” Debra chests up to the taller woman, her pure agitation facing off with the newcomer’s lazy disdain.
“You know what? It doesn’t matter, get the fuc-”
The brunette shoves Debra in the chest with one hand sending the victress stumbling on her heels. Debra catches her balance and dashes at- The chunky heel of the brunette’s right boot clocks Sugerman in the forehead with a fast Bicycle Kick, Sugerman’s blown into a hard fall that bangs the back of her head against the mat and knocks her out cold.
“Hey! This isn’t your scene, upstart!” Crystal charges in and starts beating forearm strikes into the unmoving and unfeeling Destroyer, who soaks up the ‘damage’ from the tired actress with just a foot braced back. Two strong hands flash up and lace their fingers behind the back of Crystal’s neck and pull her into a broadside kneelift to the gut. The actress grunted deeply at the blow and then bellows mournfully at the following knee strike that crumples her midsection like a battering ram.
The Destroyer takes Crystal in a Double Underhook and sniffs, “Pathetic.” She drops to a laidback seat while raising her ankles between the wilted Rose’s stems before spreading wide, forcing Crystal into an agonizing 180-degree spilt.
DEFECTIVE PRODUCT
youtu.be/oEnOY03Mxdo?list=PLeRPsdtvusXhQ4xeBSpHWyqVFrgq-D4dv&t=714
“AAAAAAAIEEE!!!!”
Her hips and hamstrings on the verge of snapping almost make Hilton’s scream crack the windows of the FAWN arena. Fresh tears run up the wailing loser’s face and get lost in Crystal’s hair, they shine like rivers of jewels amidst the storm of flash photography capturing one of the lowest moments of her career. The humiliating nature of the Shamehold makes this worse than the submission she gave the match to, at least Crystal could hide her face with Debra’s move!
Eventually, Crystal’s screams die off into whimpering moans as she passes out under the strain. The brunette tosses her aside, letting the actress curl into a trembling ball as she stands up. “Hmmmm…. No no, these two won’t do at all. Bethany promised me quality. I'll take my talents elsewhere if I don’t see it soon.”
Purposely stepping on Debra’s stomach as she left the ring, The brunette leaves the devasted women behind. The blondes are now united in the abyss, and when they wake they will have revenge on their minds.
“And I’m no upstart, I’m Lucy.”
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a catchy guitar riff blasts through the speakers, and someone cuts the power to the lights. The crowd comes alive as spotlights glare and target the entrance at the top of the ramp. Debra Sugerman, the charismatic wrestler and former mascot of her family’s company playfully marches out of the curtain, twirling her literal candy cane. The lightweight masterfully leads the masses in a wave of cheers travelling from one side of the building to the other, the thousands-strong crowd following the arc of her baton like a symphony obeying its maestro.
“Weighing in at 121lbs, standing 5 feet and 5 inches, and hails from Valdosta, Georgia, by way of Stone Mountain. The face of Sugerman Confectionary, and it’s the Sweetest you’ll ever see! Debra ‘Little Debbieee’ Suugerrrmaaan!!!”
DEBRA SUGERMAN
Step inside, walk this way
You and me, babe
Hey, hey
The people sing along to Ninja Sex Party’s cover within the first beats of the song, bobbing and swaying while they take in the bright-eyed and bushy-tailed newcomer. Fans of beach fighting and FAWN’s newest Indie partner, LAW (Ladies of Adventurous Wrestling), know the young rookie always puts on a show. From head to ankle, Debra’s gear is a swirling rainbow of sequins glittering under the harsh lights of FAWN, and if you look close enough, each bead resembles a wrapped hard candy. The radiant sweets travelled up each arm from the wrist into the turtle neck of a VERY cropped top, the hemline serving as the bottom of the cups for her pert chest, with a wide triangle panel cut out to show off the sweets. After miles of bare, lightly toned belly is a pair of tight pants that clung to her legs like a candy coating; patches of material are cut out from the side of each leg, so Debra’s pale skin pushes through the opening. Hence, SUGERMAN blazed no matter what angle you saw the Countess of Candyland.
Debra twirls her 4-foot cane in front of her through two arcs before pointing it straight to the sky. The apparent signal turns the house lights back on. The walking instrument resembled a candy cane with a green gumdrop bottom with rubber and a glitter dusting. Instead of a hook or knob, the baton exploded at its top with a bouquet of round lollipops.
She places the confection back between her smiling lips before setting off on a hip-swivelling march around the ring. The candy heiress’s wavy blonde hair tickles the nape of her neck with each timed step; Debra encourages the masses to continue their serenade by swinging and pointing the cane to guide the fans’ voices, playing choirmaster to the largest choir in the world.
Take a bottle!
Shake it up!
Break the bubble!
Break it up!
As the crowd is about to launch into the chorus, Debra sprints up the ring steps, her candy-apple red running shoes reflecting the light. Debra spins against the ropes along the apron, not stopping till she’s dead center in the Hard cam’s sight; Debra tucks in her arms, holding the cane horizontally and crouches low into a tight ball. Tensing like a coiled spring, Sugerman hears the chorus start and bursts into the air! Spreading her limbs out and straight, she lands on the apron in a wide stance like a jubilant star. Packets of sugar drop from the ceiling and scatter onto the audience as the FAWNatics loudly sing.
POUR SOME SUGAR ON ME!!
The music dies down, but Little Debbie doesn't enter the ring. She turns the sucker in her mouth between thumb and forefinger as she eyes the front row, searching for the biggest hunk in- There he is! “If I take you home to mama, she might try to take ya for herself!”
Spotting a young lad with sharp cheekbones in a Bethany Christian shirt (that's right, she still sells merch), the flaxen-haired rookie with flair saunters over, swaying her recently used lollipop high in the air, making the hawt ticket buyer wobble his head in synchronicity. His jaws are wide open to accept the plane coming in for a landing, but you can still tell he’s smiling from his bright eyes and the raised corners of his mouth, the crowd playing up the scene, echoing in unison, “ooooooooOOOHHHH…” as the candy draws near. Then they “YARRHHHH!!” Erupt in cheers when he gleefully takes the lollipop between his teeth. A few fans are a little disgusted with the indirect spit swap, but given the nature of FAWN, you’d think they’d be okay with FAR worse. Don’t you think?
Debra gracefully vaults over the top rope and grins at the ring’s glaring occupants, “Time to teach this actress how to cry when I command.”
The arena fades to black and as it does we are treated to the loud sounds of Let It Go by Demi Lovato blasting all across the speakers. We are treated to fog filling the arena that looks like mist and snow flurries begin to fall from the ceiling. As the music picks up we can see a figure emerging through the curtain. Crystal emerges in blue top with white ruffles on the front and extended down to her knee on the left side. She wears a short, black lace skirt with a white belt. She wears blue glovelets fastened by black straps. She has black ribbons on her upper arms and knee-high brown UGG Style boots with no heel. Crystal smirks as she has a white rose in her hand and she smells it bringing a smile to her face.
“Making her way to the ring, born in Detroit Michigan representing Los Angeles, California she is “The Winter Rose” Crystal Hilton!!!
Let it go, let it go
Can't hold it back anymore
Let it go, let it go
Turn my back and slam the door
And here I stand
And here I'll stay
Let it go, let it go
The cold never bothered me anyway
CRYSTAL HILTON
Crystal walks down the aisle all smiles. She claps the hands of the outstretched fans as she stops and hands her white rose to a special little girl in the audience. She finally makes it to the ring where she does a split to enter the ring. She rises back up and blows kisses to all of the fans that are cheering her on. She bounces about as she turns her head over to Debra and forms a smile.
“Honestly I should have a big frown on my face not being here with a title, but since February of last year I have walked out to the ring as a champion. At least it feels better knowing that I was a former champion that actually dominated instead of being somebody that has never amounted to anything… Tonight I will beat you and get back on track to getting back what I lost…”
Crystal smiles running her fingers through her hair but Debra confronts the Winter Rose as she slaps her as hard as she can against the face.
“A never WAS who had gotten her first win OVER you, or did you forget..”
Hilton covers her face as the referee immediately calls for the bell which rings soundly. The Winter Rose tries to react but Debra is on a different level tonight as she immediately takes Crystal off of her feet with a spear to the ground. She cocks her fist back and begins to deliver constant lefts and rights to the woman’s face. The zebra quickly steps in to pull Debra off of Hilton, and the actress has to resort to crawling away to catch a breather. This new, dogged Debra tonight is focused on the task at hand. Hilton finally makes it to her feet, and before she even has time to breathe Debra sprints towards her and delivers a massive clothesline that swoops the Rose right off her feet. Hilton’s back lands on the mat with a loud thud. The Countess of Candyland isn’t done as she immediately climbs to the top of the ropes. She leaps off them backwards and delivers a Moonsault that lands flush against the naval of the former Lightweight champ.
Hilton grimaces in pain as Debra stands up and actually finds herself getting a few cheers from the crowd at her improvement in ability.
Debra smiles waving at the crowd as she nods her head. “I would love me too. I have been putting work in and this fraud has just been relying on the same old, same old.”
Crystal groans before she shifts her body to her knees. She slowly stirs bringing herself back up but Debra stands behind the blonde Rose and helps her upwards by her hair. Hilton leans into the referee, and he checks her over but this gives Hilton a moment to use one her legs and arch it backwards right against Debra’s most sacred area, dropping her with an illegal low blow. The audience boos the rose as she stands back up and cracks a grin as she looks over at the referee. “I think I am good now…”
Sugerman grabs in between her legs as Hilton drags the sweet blonde upwards. The former champion grapples with the Countess of Candyland and Irish Whips her as hard as she can against the turnbuckles. The actress follows suit and delivers a running knee right to Debra's forehead. Hilton isn’t done; she clutches her head underneath an arm and emerges out of the corner dropping Debra head-first against the mat with a bulldog.
Knee/Bulldog Combo
www.youtube.com/watch?v=1xMkDSIObME
The Afro-Mexican slowly sits up as she turns her attention to the camera. She whips her hair as she looks at her foe. “So you think you got better, you think you could take MY fans, and MY adoring public?!”
Hilton grabs a fistful of Debra’s hair and violently yanks her up to her feet. She knees her as hard as she can against the gut forcing her to double over, “You’re just another big mouth with nothing to back it up!”
The former champion brushes against Debra’s ribs and wraps her arms around the heiress’ waist with a Gutwrench hold, then flips Debra up and onto her shoulders. Sugerman has a moment to claw uselessly at the air before Hilton slams her onto the canvas with a Powerbomb in an atypical show of strength. Fans wince at the echoing sound of the Georgian’s back hitting the covered plywood; the wind’s knocked out of Debra to the extent she lies on the mat grimacing with her ankles by her ears, perfect for Hilton to pounce on—pelvis-to-buns and hands-on-calves for an early cover.
ONE!
TW- Debra explodes out of the pin and rolls onto her elbows to prevent a second attempt. Crystal gets to her feet and helps Debra to hers with a tug of the Southerner’s waistband that forces the material into an uncomfortable place. The actress switches her grip from Debra’s pants to her wrist and Whips The Countess into cables. Crystal runs after her and readies a Clothesline that Debra ducks coming off the rebound, Crystal keeps going and hits the ropes while Debra speeds it to her second set. They recoil off the strands and dash toward a fated meeting at Center ring; Hilton leaps and takes flight with a Crossbody- that soars past Sugerman who baseball slides under the former champion. Thwam! The sight of Crystal crash-landing on the ring floor causes the packed arena to groan in unison. To her credit, Crystal rises to her feet almost immediately but seems unbalanced by the bad fall. Debra sees opportunity in that vulnerability and gives Hilton the painful surprise of a Shoulderblock that cuts the Rose down and follows with an Elbow Drop to the bellybutton.
“You got confused the last year or so, thinking you’re above talents like me. You think you’re the cream of the crop.” Sugerman forces Crystal to her feet with a fistful of hair- Bam! Crystal gives her a back elbow to the jaw then slithers behind Debra and takes her in a Waistlock. The Dramatis Personae puts enough strength in the hold to make it count as a Bearhug and walks the gumdrop peddler away from the ropes.
Crystal grinds the knot of her fists up and down Sugerman’s navel as she breathes in the Georgian’s ear, “Yep! And I’m on my way back to the top!”
The former champion would have expounded on her plan to get back the Lightweight title but Sugerman cut her off by whipping into a forward roll that takes her between Crystal’s legs. The actress yelps when she finds her chin hitting the canvas and her left leg in Sugerman’s sadistic clutches.
“Nope! At best you’re coffee grounds sinking to the bottom!”
ROLLING LEGLOCK
www.youtube.com/watch?v=kXtcFxWD5HM
She wraps her arms tightly around Hilton’s legs causing the former Lightweight Champion to grimace in pain. She refuses to let go as she applies even more pressure and the Hispanic woman tries her best to crawl away. Crystal manages to inch towards the ropes. She reaches out in desperation and misses which causes the Countess to squeeze even tighter. Hilton lunges forward once again and this time she manages to have a firm grasp of the ropes in her hands. The referee calls for a break but Debra insists on holding onto the leg for good measure.
One
Two
Three
Four
Wanting to avoid a DQ, she lets go of the leg before a count of five. Hilton grabs a hold of the turnbuckles and she uses them to try to pull herself up to her feet. Meanwhile, Debra is already up to a vertical stance. She watches the champion try to pull herself up and that is when the Georgia native quickly sweeps the former champion's legs sending her straight to the ground. Debra places her hands on her hips as she glares down at her foe.
“What’s wrong?! I thought I was going to get a better challenge from the elite Crystal Hilton. Although I think you are more of a box office flop these days…”
Crystal doesn’t even have time to offer a response as Debra yanks Hilton back up to her feet. She whips her against the opposite cables. Hilton’s body hits the ropes and runs back towards Debra. Sugerman begins to pick up some speed as she meets Crystal in the middle of the ring and that’s when she sends a vicious running clothesline against the neck of the Hollywood hottie. Hilton flips head over heels in the air before landing hard on the canvas. The crowd is actually impressed as they applaud Sugerman’s efforts.
“What’s wrong Hilton?! I told you I was better than you. Maybe you should listen!”
Crystal doesn’t even get a chance to respond as Debra yanks Hilton up to her feet by the hair. She twists Crystal’s arm in a Wringer and draws it across her chest while placing a bot between the Rose’s. The citizens of Candyland around the world feel a sweet rush witnessing the setup for Debra’s Reverse Russian Legsweep. Debra doubles them over extra low to add more power to the coming faceplant and whips- Whoa! Crystal snuck her arm behind Sugerman’s leg and lifted her as they whipped back. Sugerman’s planted on the canvas with an abrupt One-Armed Takedown before she realizes her finisher went wrong.
SUGAR SLAM COUNTER
youtu.be/GlCod20TO2M?t=1297
Debra stares at the ceiling, half-stunned on the canvas, and Crystal looms above, hands on knees and breathing heavily. She gives Debra an angry look and a spiteful toe-kick to the ribs to get the confectionery capitalist moving.
“You’re not better than me, mascot. You’d be lucky to be my understudy!”
Crystal breaks for the cables as soon as Debra rolls to her knees. The Southern blonde raises to her full height when the actress comes springing back; Crystal leaps and corkscrews for a Spinning Heel kick that lands directly on Debra’s forehead taking The Countess off her feet. Crystal rolls with her landing and seamlessly runs to the ropes. Debra’s less graceful but no less determined and pushes to her feet.
“Gough!”
A human missile named Crystal takes Debra’s breath and verticality away with a brisk and awful Crossbody. The Georgian is squashed under Crystal’s weight the same moment she hits the canvas. In the perfect position for a pin, Crystal centers her weight on Debra’s chest as she scissors the Southerner’s wrist with her ankles while pulling the other one out and holding it against the floor. The official slides in for the count…
ONE!
TWO!
Debra bridges out of the pin with a count to spare, dropping Crystal on her side before rolling to hands and knees. Dissatisfied, The White Rose frowns and resumes her attack; she latches onto Sugerman with a Front Facelock and wrenches one arm behind her back with a Hammerlock, pulling and crushing her opponent’s body as they get to their feet. Crystal releases the Facelock to place Sugerman’s arm around her neck, she grabs The Countess by the waistband and hoists her up and over with a Suplex that brings Sugerman down on her twisted limb.
www.youtube.com/watch?v=PP_qv4eAWB4
“Gaagh!” Debra sits up with a snarl of pain cradling her arm. Frustrated with the match’s development, she beats her fist against the mat and surges to her feet with her smarting arm held against her middle.
“I’m gonna bounce you back to Blockbuster, bitchAaa!”
Hilton comes charging with a leaping elbow that hits Debra in the face like a pickaxe. The heiress is blown off her feet once again, and she hits the mat and she stays there. Spreadeagled and seeing canaries. Crystal kips up with a flourish and bows to her audience to loud, mixed reaction. She's won some of the crowd back with her string of offense, this is the Crystal Hilton they want to see, the former TV and Lightweight champion!
Crystal struts to the farthest corner from the vulnerable Countess and calls out to her loyal fans, “Think she's ready Smell The Roses!?”
www.youtube.com/watch?v=25Q_a8A5lRU
Calling her shot, Crystal tumbles across the ring with the casual ease of someone who does their own stunts, and when she’s near her target the actress launches into a lovely Standing Moonsault.
Thwam!
And Misses!
Debra rolls clear letting Hilton bellyflop on the ring floor. The Countess hurries to her feet as the former champ turns onto her back with a groan. Debra hops and drives both feet into Hilton’s middle with a mushroom stomp, the ex-champ lets out a deep bellow and involuntarily kicks her legs up. Debra quickly grabs those raised ankles and steps through the V of Crytsal’s legs. Sugerman turns flipping Crystal onto her front now trapping her in a reverse Boston Crab, next she ups the ante by taking Crystal’s wrists and raising her off the mat. The actress lets out a horror movie scream as her bodyweight threatens to pop her arms out of their sockets, and it’s no treat for her knees either!
La Campana
youtu.be/sihbxxo4-hM?t=45 (0:44)
“Never did any westerns, huh?” Debra taunts, swinging the suffering high flyers between her legs, torturing her joints. “You can’t even handle a Rocking Horse.”
Crystal screams as her arms are nearly pulled out of their sockets. The former champion just swings about as Debra keeps rocking her back and forth. She finally drops her to the ground but not before locking her leg in between both of Hilton’s legs. She yanks at both of the former champion’s arms again forcing Crystal’s head to arch backwards. Sugerman uses her foot to stomp Crystal head first right into the mat. Hilton remains on the mat like a splattered bug as Debra flicks her hair about looking down at her foe.
Sweetest Stomp
www.youtube.com/watch?v=qA_fl6JWrOs
“That’s something new I have been working on. It’s called the Sweetest Stomp, you like?” Debra laughs as her foe just lies motionless on the ground. She lifts her boot up and begins to stomp down on her shoulders. She drives boot after boot which causes the Afro-Mexican to curl up into a ball as Debra works her over. The Countess of Candyland doesn’t even bother with a pin as instead she grabs a handful of Hilton’s blonde locks and yanks her up to her feet. She whips her towards the corner and follows up by delivering a splash against Crystal’s prone body. Sugerman viciously drives knee lift after knee lift right against the exposed middrift of the former champion.
“I told you I was better than you but you didn’t want to listen! I will MAKE you listen!” She drives knee after knee. Hilton is about to stumble in the corner but Sugerman makes sure to lift her up to keep her at a vertical stance. She lifts Crystal’s upwards and sits her at the top of the turnbuckle. Debra follows suit and the two are at the top of the corner. Debra mounts Crystal and begins to rain down punches to her face but Hilton is able to finally get some shots in on Debra’s stomach. Sugerman doesn’t falter as she instead manages to jump up locking her legs around Crystal’s head and takes the both of them down to the canvas with a top rope hurricanrana. The crowd begins to go nuts as both women are laid out across the mat.
Debra really laid on the attacks, but that took a lot of energy after weathering Hilton’s offence. She’s too tired to crawl for a pin and Hilton’s stunned to stillness. The official sees the two combatants unmoving aside from their gulping bellies and moves to stand in the space between them. He throws his hands in the air, shouting “One! Two! Three!...” At six the blondes begin to stir, getting to hands and knees at eight, and on unsteady feet before ten. Debra’s still feeling some of the tingles of that dominating wave and hurries to regain the spotlight; she cracks A Knife-edge Chop across Crystal’s chest, The Rose sways back like she might topple in the wind but stays rooted. Sugerman has it in her mind to cut this plant down so she Chops her again, and again, and ag- Crystal catches the Knife-Edge and twists it in an Arm Wringer! The Actress leads The Countess in a circle with the distorted limb before turning away and giving Superman a rough jolt with an Arm Breaker.
“Aaagh!”
Debra cries out, wincing as she staggers back. Meaning her eyes are shut when Crystal doubles over and chin-checks her opponent with a backkick and then turns her face with a Palm Strike while Debra's reeling. Amazingly the Southern Sweetie is still on her feet, until Crystal shows some Martial Arts training from Cassava and blasts Sugerman with a Spinning Reverse Kick to the side of the head!
Miticide
youtu.be/LuAdzolQ9sk?list=PLeRPsdtvusXgpL0znAt8HasHqsAzxsU_z&t=135
Sugerman drops like a felled tree and Crystal throws herself atop her in a tight lateral press.
ONE!
TWO!!
THRNOOOO!!!
Sugerman digs deeper than ever and gets a shoulder up in time. The actress barely restrains herself from throwing a Christian Bale-esque tantrum and mounts the Georgian, Crystal roughly pulls her face up with a fistful of hair and raining down forearms against Sugerman’s face.
“Stop saying you’re better than me!” Crystal screams, the hits coming faster and harder. “I won matches! I won titles! I won respect!”
Crystal did, at least to some FAWNatics judging by the cheers among the boos that serenade The White Rose as she shoves off of Debra and makes her way to the southeast corner. Crystal vaults into a crouch at the top of the turnbuckle and shuffles around to face the ring. The Dramatis Personae stands, balancing on the top cables for a hair-raising moment before she powerfully kicks off the ropes and takes flight. Hilton tucks into a ball mid-flight and spreads out as she falls toward the Supine Sugerman.
FROG SPLASH
www.youtube.com/watch?v=0NvkoEinzwY&t=27s
The Orlando audience prepares to see a saccharine smear in the next instant- instead it’s a stooge stained on the mat- Debra rolls clear! Crystal smashes into the ring floor with a THWAM! The packed arena lets out a collective OOOHHHHH at the tragic ‘landing’ and prays the high flyer hasn’t been injured. The addled actress somehow hasn’t knocked herself out and pushes to a wide-legged seat, blinking and bobble-headed.
“Ugh!”
Sugerman takes advantage! The Countess of Candyland shoves Crystal’s upperbody against the canvas and sits on her shoulderblades, facing away from the actress. Hooking her feet on Crystal’s body where thigh meet buttock, Debra takes both of the wilted Rose’s arms and leans the hell back, folding Hilton into a ball while taking her elbows and shoulders near the breaking point.
TAFFY PULLER
youtu.be/elWpJ1qcElE?t=186
“Mooooagh!” Crystal lets out a loud moan that doesn’t due justice to the infernos bazling at her elbows, she would be screaming right now if it weren’t for the hellacious fall scrambling her senses. Debra will do anything it takes to win but she desperately urges Hilton to quit.
‘Come on! Don’t make me do this!”
The official’s on his knees by Crystal’s head asking if she wants to throw in th towel.
She doesn’t…
… But she has to.
Tears running down her face, Crystal sobs and nods her head, the ref’s up in a flash and motioning at the time keeper.
DINGDINGDING!!!
‘YOUR WINNER VIS SUBMISSION, DEBRA SUGERMAN!!
“I told you!” A jubilant Debra releases Crystal’s arms and shoots up to her feet with fists raised in celebration. A wave of weakness comes over her and she collapses to all fours but doesn't wipe the ecstatic smile off her face. Crystal shifts into her back and hugs her sore arms. She takes shuddering breaths and tries to stave off the wave of disappointment that comes with a loss.
After the official helps Debra stand and lifts her hand in victory, she
looks over Crystal who's crawled to a seat in the corner to nurse her aches and pains. The victress recognizes the crestfallen look on Crystal’s face from the mirror’s reflection after a bad night in the ring, and unfamiliar emotions begin t bubble up in the Countess. A regular person would recognize them as guilt and empathy.
“Hey,” Debra approaches Crystal, who tenses up and scrambles to her feet in case of a post-match attack, “That was a great fight. I-what? What’s happening?”
Murmurs from the crowd and footage on the FAWNtron draw their attention to the entrance ramp. An imposing woman of exotic beauty walks towards the ring with a supreme but quiet confidence, wearing a black slip dress that ends mid-thigh and black, block-heel ankle boots. Long, straight black hair, olive skin, and eyes so disturbingly dark they must be contacts. ‘Fit’ would be an extremely understated adjective to describe this intruder; while not on the level of Clayton or Blassenville her arms projected an aura of strength, and her legs blared it from a mountaintop. The thick, feminine muscle of her long legs carried with a tiger’s grace up the steel steps and into the ring.
Hilton pulls herself to standing and steps away from the ropes to not seem weak in front of a potential threat. Sugerman eyes the stranger carefully as this new Destroyer steps between them. The brunette moves her gaze between the blondes, measuring them, studying them… and then releases a disappointed sigh and slumps her shoulders.
“So this was a FAWN champion?” she asks in disbelief at Crystal who tightens her fists in anger. She turns to Debra, looking her up and down like a jalopy imposed on her by a used-car salesman, “And you’re a star here? This is disappointing. I should have stayed in Vegas.”
The Countess bares her teeth as a red-hot flash of anger overtakes Debra, who does this bitch think she is to try to ruin her victory?
“Who the fuck are you, thunder thighs?” Debra chests up to the taller woman, her pure agitation facing off with the newcomer’s lazy disdain.
“You know what? It doesn’t matter, get the fuc-”
The brunette shoves Debra in the chest with one hand sending the victress stumbling on her heels. Debra catches her balance and dashes at- The chunky heel of the brunette’s right boot clocks Sugerman in the forehead with a fast Bicycle Kick, Sugerman’s blown into a hard fall that bangs the back of her head against the mat and knocks her out cold.
“Hey! This isn’t your scene, upstart!” Crystal charges in and starts beating forearm strikes into the unmoving and unfeeling Destroyer, who soaks up the ‘damage’ from the tired actress with just a foot braced back. Two strong hands flash up and lace their fingers behind the back of Crystal’s neck and pull her into a broadside kneelift to the gut. The actress grunted deeply at the blow and then bellows mournfully at the following knee strike that crumples her midsection like a battering ram.
The Destroyer takes Crystal in a Double Underhook and sniffs, “Pathetic.” She drops to a laidback seat while raising her ankles between the wilted Rose’s stems before spreading wide, forcing Crystal into an agonizing 180-degree spilt.
DEFECTIVE PRODUCT
youtu.be/oEnOY03Mxdo?list=PLeRPsdtvusXhQ4xeBSpHWyqVFrgq-D4dv&t=714
“AAAAAAAIEEE!!!!”
Her hips and hamstrings on the verge of snapping almost make Hilton’s scream crack the windows of the FAWN arena. Fresh tears run up the wailing loser’s face and get lost in Crystal’s hair, they shine like rivers of jewels amidst the storm of flash photography capturing one of the lowest moments of her career. The humiliating nature of the Shamehold makes this worse than the submission she gave the match to, at least Crystal could hide her face with Debra’s move!
Eventually, Crystal’s screams die off into whimpering moans as she passes out under the strain. The brunette tosses her aside, letting the actress curl into a trembling ball as she stands up. “Hmmmm…. No no, these two won’t do at all. Bethany promised me quality. I'll take my talents elsewhere if I don’t see it soon.”
Purposely stepping on Debra’s stomach as she left the ring, The brunette leaves the devasted women behind. The blondes are now united in the abyss, and when they wake they will have revenge on their minds.
“And I’m no upstart, I’m Lucy.”