Post by hawkeye on Oct 8, 2024 1:01:08 GMT
The organization’s biggest free agent signing in years paid instant dividends for Bethany Christian with Casey’s glorious arrival and subsequent dethroning of The Brat. A sizable set of hiccups followed in losing the gold in a rematch, then being on the bad if not pinned portion of one of the biggest upsets in the organization’s history in a Triple Threat loss to Mighty Mite Domi Daly.
The destroyer class Jersey girl reclaimed her momentum in revenge-squashing the Ultimate Athlete in a one-on-one Slaybor Day return match, recovering a place on the biggest night of the year. But now…she’s facing some revenge-seeking of her own.
She’d been the cause of Pandora being pinned by the diminutive Dominique, blasting the bountiful Golden Goddess before Daly stole the pin. Now, the Most Feared has a chance to make her pay.
A first Mania would cause anyone the jitters, but facing the curvy blonde battleship has butterflies bouncing boisterously in the pit of her stomach.
As the Offspring’s “Defy You” pumps over the arena’s sound system, Newsome shoots through the curtain and moves to center stage.
CASEY NEWSOME
The woman who made her name household huge after leaving FAWN only to return, become its World Champion on her grand opening performance only to have Kat Braddock take it back on her first defense, beams under the love of the spectators.
The travel back to the title would not be via Braddock, but the thought of going hammer and tongs with Susannah Burlingame makes a victory over the imposing Pandora at Mania a mark Sue could hardly ignore.
“LET’S GO!!!” the brunette shouts and the fans prove themselves ready to follow, responding with a thunderous ovation.
Apparently satisfied, Newsome bounds in a crow hop toward the ring. She crisscrosses from the left side of the aisle to the right and back to slap hands with the adoring masses.
Casey wears a metallic blue two piece, a white sash serving as a belt around her waist, tied off just above her right hip. White pads and boots complete her ensemble, save for one glaring detail: a black protective brace, encasing her right knee, an unfortunate accompaniment for the former dancer since the start of her wrestling career. It was now more protective in nature but still a nasty calling card of a life-altering moment that happily led her to her very successful in-ring vocation.
Skipping up the ring steps, Newsome moonwalks cheerily to the middle of the apron.
Turning her back to the ring, Casey earns an “Ooooooooooooh!” from the FAWNatics when she drops into a set of splits—the long-ago injury to her knee having apparently done little to rob her of her flexibility. She rolls underneath the bottom rope, lower limbs remaining wide.
Back somersaulting into a handstand, Casey deftly drops to her boot soles and lifts her arms high and wide, her support impressive given the short time since making FAWN her new home.
As her music and ovation subsides, the announcer takes her cue.
“Our next match is scheduled for one fall with a 30-minute time limit. Introducing from Atlantic City, New Jersey… She stands five feet eight inches tall and weighs in at one hundred and thirty-five pounds…THE BOARDWALK BADASS…THE PRIMA BALLERINA…CASEY NEWSOME!!!!!”
The audience summons a final Mania-sized ovation, Casey bowing in response.
Newsome strides to her corner, waiting for Al Carpenter to pat down her very limited ‘hiding places’ and confirm her ready for battle.
With the Atlantic City Ass-kicker and the FAWNatics ready and eager for action, Trina’s “Da Baddest Bytch” erupts both loud and clear, the assembled galvanizing in a frenzy, the audience losing their collective shyt at the thought of a woman exemplifying the term Amazon more than Jeff Bezos ever could.
(http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LelyKR72gBI )
Seconds later, the curtain parts and out steps a physical specimen every bit as striking as any in the history of the organization. There was and perhaps would never be one more feared.
Glittering in a gold two piece, the standard moves to center stage, then stands solemnly.
PANDORA
Nearly five years removed from relinquishing her full-time duties of domination, the fulsome MMA color commentator and Only Fans multi-millionaire inspects her former subjects. Having moved to the broadcast booth after an ill-fated guest appearance against a woman nearly her physical equal, Dayna Erza, the very thought of Pandora still packs an incredible punch. And at Mania, it is multiplied.
As the Amazonian ideal strides down the ramp, ignoring the cacophony and the reach of a forest of arms, Panny remains gloriously majestic.
The impossibly curvy beach blonde reaches the squared circle and starts up the steps, sliding through seductively, ready to pocket what surely is another payday of epic proportions. She gives Newsome a salty shake of her head, runs her fingers over her curvaceous frame and mouths “BIG PROBLEM’.
Standing just south of six feet tall, her previously indelible white bikini is replaced with a version offering shining golden treasures, the pieces stretched to their limits to contain her double-Ds. Her boots and pads are also gilded.
As she moves to the middle, the lights dance off Pandora’s impossibly bronzed, impossibly smooth abdomen.
Calling for a microphone, Panny waits impatiently for a FAWN flunky to race into the ring and provide the Amazon her amplification. Pandora raises the device to her lips as her music and the sounds of the crowd respectfully fade.
“Ladies and gentlemen. The reason why your blood pressure is spiking and why Casey is shaking in her shoes. From parts known only by the pretty privileged, standing five feet and ten and 3/4 inches tall and weighing 155 pounds...your dream and her nightmare…PANDORA!”
Panny throws the stick to the canvas, raising her arms high and wide, reveling in her words and the unfamiliar ovation she receives.
With a predatory smile, Pandora backpedals to her corner, eyeing the dark-haired grappler with a voracious smile. Her pads and boots patted by Al, Carpenter calls for the bell.
The curvaceous blonde takes the direct route, striding confidently to center stage. There’s no fear evident in Newsome, who matches her notorious adversary step for step until they chest into one another in the middle.
“I didn’t come back to Mania to be your launching pad, sweetheart,” Pandora advises.
“I know,” Cassey responds. “It’s all about the paycheck for you, isn’t it part-timer?”
Panny shrugs, unwilling to deny what was obvious.
“Not just,” she corrects. “It’s also about receipts. That Olympic rugrat may have got the pin against me in the Triple Threat, but you’re the one who showed me up at RWB. And for your education. No matter what. I always get the last word.”
Pandora swings a right open hand, landing a stinging bytch slap to Casey’s cheek, hard enough to remove the taste from the Prima Ballerina’s mouth. The whiplashing Newsome’s visage slowly returns to that of the Golden Goddess, the combatants once again nose toward nose.
“We’ll see,” Casey adds, tacking on a whistling right palm of her own to her verbal response.
However, the larger woman deftly ducks under the return fire. Casey spins 180 degrees through the swing and miss. Slipping beside Newsome, Pandora’s right arm wraps around the ivory-skinned midriff of the Lead Dancer. With her left hand slipped under her foe’s nearest ass cheek, FAWN’S Most Feared vaults the destroyer class darling HIGH in the air.
Casey’s legs flail in front of her until the one-time tag champion brings her back to earth, Newsome’s undercarriage conspicuously landing atop the plank of a posted knee with an Atomic Drop.
Atomic Drop ( youtu.be/jWhHmiYdO1E?t=1 )
The Boardwalk Badass bounces away, hand shooting to her bruised tailbone, her features twisting in pain as she waddles off.
Unfortunately for Newsome, she returns in a wide arc to a poised Panny. The tanned terror dips slightly and swaddles Casey’s midriff in her cinching arms. Lifting Casey to tiptoes and slightly beyond, Pandora secures the bug-eyed brunette in one of the may places you did not want to be with someone the stature and strength of Pandora, her breathtaking bearhug.
Casey tries to relieve some of the ungodly pressure Panny immediately brings to bear by enveloping the Golden Goddess’s infamous abdomen with a scissors, but it quickly becomes obvious no respite is available within the vice-like embrace of THE member of The Three.
Pandora rattles the captured Casey, showing the Mania sellout, even a woman as powerful and potent as the Prima Ballerina could not withstand the supremacy of her catastrophic cuddle.
Bearhug ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=pOMRHWANOZM )
Threatening to end the night for FAWN’s biggest-ever free agent signing within two minutes, Panny clamps tighter and tighter, swinging Newsome from side to side whenever she feels a little more give in the will and body of the brunette. Soon, the Lead Dancer’s arms are limp at her sides. Castle lifts and drops the slack limb of the Jersey girl, but the wing halts halfway, a raised index finger waggling.
Newsome’s opposite arm rises to match. She slaps her palms together behind the noggin of the Golden Goddess, sending her arms CRASHING into the busty blonde’s temples.
The ear ringer sends a jolt through Pandora’s upper and lower limbs as she’s momentarily stunned by the desperate defense. Topside, it gives Casey enough slack to draw her chin off Pandora’s golden-brown shoulder, rear back and send a head butt thrusting forward into the bridge of Panny’s nose.
The second impact is enough to swing the Golden Goddess’s wings wide, Newsome dropping to her boot soles with her newly won freedom. Ignoring the pain from her lower vertebrae, the Lead Dancer loads a forearm shiver and ROCKS Panny with a shot to the jaw that has Pandora teetering. The FAWNatic favorite POUNDS another to chin and the big blonde is staggered. The crowd roars for the third in a trifecta that will finally take Panny off her feet.
But as Newsome tosses the finale of her set, Pandora steps inside the arc of the impact zone and wraps an arm across Casey’s clavicle, The blonde LAUNCHES the wide-eyed Jersey girl high in her clutches, then genuflects and DRIVES Casey’s spine across bended knee in a disastrous backbreaker that has more than a few in the crowd wondering if the Prima Ballerina can have anything short of severe spinal trauma.
Seeking to add to the agony, the growling blonde powerhouse presses palms down on either side of the fulcrum, one pushing down on Newsome’s chin while the other thrusts down on the near knee of her adversary.
Over-the knee backbreaker ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=MvOpPLUHMrk )
Stretching the brunette’s backbone in an ungainly and anguish-inducing arch, the crown of Casey’s cranium against the canvas just as her boot soles are on the other side of Panny’s submission, the Golden Goddess addresses FAWN’s lead ref rather than the mewling woman in her control.
“Tell her to quit, Castle. You know how many women I’ve broken, and I can snap her right now if I feel the need.”
A somber Nick gets in front of the overturned face of the groaning Boardwalk Badass.
“She can do it, kid. Whaddya say?”
“I say…HELL NO!”
The Lead Dancer’s retort seems to convince Panny there’s a better answer somewhere in her arsenal for this stubborn opponent. The Amazon lifts her arms, laces her fingers into a double axhandle above her head and swings the combined fists into Casey’s tummy, BLASTING the abdomen of the free agent find.
Newsome jackknifes atop Panny’s knee from the impaling blow, before she’s shoved off dismissively by the Golden Goddess. Newsome spills to a moaning jumble of limbs and mottled torso, Pandora leaving her rival a wreck in simple but incredibly effective fashion.
A rising Panny brushes off her impossibly smooth, bronzed belly before reaching down and collecting Newsome by her scalp, digging in a set of digits and hauling the doubled Casey to stooped feet. Transitioning her grip to a wrist, the Golden Goddess pivots and sends the Jersey girl for the ride with an Irish Whip.
Newsome is sent scurrying across the canvas, the force of the toss sending her flying into the buckles back-first, the brunette’s bruised backbone taking more abuse. Slumped in the buckles after impact, head bowed, the Prima Ballerina doesn’t notice the heightened concern from the crowd as a rumbling Panny crosses the canvas and launches in an avalanche splash of flesh unmatched. Pandora buries the Boardwalk Badass under her ample golden curves.
FAWN’s Most Feared smirks and she keeps the demolished Newsome pressed tight in the corner with her rounded frame.
With Castle’s complaints turning to a count, Panny ushers a spent Casey by with a shove, Newsome tumbling to horizontal when slung past by the Golden Goddess, ending splayed on her back in a spreadeagle.
Knowing the penthouse is not her territory, Panny skips on going high rent. Instead, she surges to the starfished Lead Dancer and leaps over her spread adversary, coming to earth in a ring-rattling splash of a cross-body variety.
The squashed Casey briefly jackknifes under the Golden Goddess before breathlessly melting to a pinning predicament beneath the Pandora’s curves for the…
ONE…
TWO…
Casey kicks loose, throwing a shoulder off the canvas, Pandora ending on all fours above the brunette, Newsome rolling to right shoulder and hip.
Settling on her haunches next to her opponent, Pandora pulls a grimacing Casey to a seat, the jersey girl swaddling her aching tummy.
“Not bad, kid,” Panny says of her foe’s survival. “But be very glad I’m part-timing at this point, because I’d damn well be your golden ceiling if I wasn’t.”
Pandora sends both sets of digits into Newsome’s dark locks, then shifts from kneeling on her haunches to reclining on her backside. The curvaceous combatant leans to her back, pulling the battle-tested brunette into her lap. With Casey atop her, but clearly not in control, Panny swathes her long, muscular stems around the taut midriff of FAWN’s recent free agent catch. She cinches her tanned lower limbs tight around each set of ribs, drawing a squeak of pain from the Prima Ballerina as she compresses the Jersey girl’s cage.
But to bring the full crushing power of her infamous body scissors into play, Pandora twists Newsome 90 degrees so she can place her vice-like gams into position so they can press directly against abs and spine.
Maintaining a grip on Casey’s dark brown mane, the Amazonian ideal stuffs Newsome’s face into the incredible expanse of Panny’s tawny tummy, forcing the Jersey girl to suckle on golden-skinned belly instead of oxygen.
With her scissors forcing air out of the Lead Dancer and her world-famous midriff allowing none in, an increasingly breathless Newsome blindly pries at the locked legs, the efforts in vain. And as she begins to be smothered into a stupor, lips and nose forced tight to tummy, Casey flails wildly, desperately trying to shift her head so she can sneak in a gasp of oxygen.
Raising her hands higher on Panny’s frame, a frantic Casey sinks her nails into the hulking bosom of the Golden Goddess. Talons curling into the thin, shiny spandex and the flesh beneath, Newsome finally makes some headway in unlocking a path to air if not her full freedom.
Panny bites her lower lip, trying to fight through the stereo breast claws of her adversary, hoping to see the clasp of each set of fingers grow loose with less air in Newsome’s lungs, but the one-time dancer, a remarkable physical specimen, proves she can respond while ‘held under’.
Shrieking in as much frustration as pain, Pandora gives up her tummy smother/body scissors combo to shove the Boardwalk Badass away, Casey barrel-rolling to her back a few feet away, face coated in perspiration, both from herself and Panny’s tummy. She wipes her brow and spits out the taste of the flaxen-haired Amazon, while a wincing Panny rubs softly at her gurls, fondling the pain away. She slips her breasts back more fully into place behind the limited golden lycra half-covering them.
“So pissing me off is part of your plan?” Pandora growls as she pushes to her feet. “Not the best.”
“I don’t expect you’ll like me beating you, no matter how I do it,” Newsome huffs, between labored breaths as she uses the ropes next to her to reach vertical.
Looking to crush the Atlantic City native with another Amazonian avalanche, Panny bounces in a gallop toward Newsome. At the last second, Casey leans back, tugging the top rope as she does. The charging Pandora tumbles over the lowered top strand, her curvy frame THUNKING off the apron on the other side on the way down, before careening to the floor below.
The FAWNatics are hyped for Pandora’s first significant misstep and their cheers grow when Casey sprints to the cables opposite those Panny ejected herself over. Timing the circumstances perfectly, the Prima Ballerina takes to the skies on her return, diving headlong between the top and middle ropes in a Suicide Dive that sees Casey CRASH into a rising Golden Goddess.
Casey’s shoulder ramming into the bountiful bosom of the blonde on impact, Pandora backpedals in an attempt to keep her balance, her backbone THWACKING into the metal barricade behind her, the top bar battering her lower vertebrae.
Pandora drops to a folded seat in front of the steel, eyelids pinched in pain while the athletic Jersey girl sticks her landing, only her boot soles touching the thinly-padded cement.
With the tall blonde lowered to vulnerability, Casey wheels into a Spinning Heel Kick, connecting boot leather FLUSH to Panny’s chin. The Amazon is rocked and timbers to her side, eyes glassy, jaw slack.
“Take out the head. The rest follows,” Newsome mumbles to herself, no doubt a manta for taking on FAWN’s Most Feared. At the moment, it appears rock solid advice.
Scooping Panny off the arena floor, no easy task, the Lead Dancer runs the Golden Goddess to the apron and tosses her back in the ring at Castle’s count of ‘EIGHT’. She rolls herself in a second later.
As a struggling Pandora shakes out some cobwebs, making it to a seat, Newsome immediately charges, leaping into a Basement Runing Meteora that plants Panny’s back to the canvas, thrown under the bus by the Boardwalk Badass.
Basement Running Meteora ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=jPYbxt25nWI )
As the stubborn Golden Goddess tries to push though the attack and scramble to her feet, the Jersey girl is more quickly on hers, spinning and NAILING a rising Pandora with a dropkick. The bigger the blonde, the harder the harder they fall, and Panny back somersaults to a stop on her face and chest, remaining there, her heaving bosom the only movement, Pandora perhaps showing the lack of aerobic shape in a part-timer.
With Newsome taking a moment to play to the Mania masses, Panny absently rolls to her back, drawing in deep lungfuls of oxygen. Noticing the movement, Casey hustles to the busty blonde’s side. The Prima Ballerina pulls out one of her signatures, leaping and pirouetting in mid-air, descending into a leg drop across the Amazon’s throat.
Pandora spasms after impact, her windpipe bruised when she needs it working at full capacity. Grabbing at her reddening neck with one hand, Panny pushes the draping lower limb of the Jersey girl off, then butt scoots her way to the nearest corner, appearing much less fearsome than minutes before.
The Boardwalk Badass is quickly after her faltering foe. Newsome wraps her hands around the noggin of her adversary and slowly draws Pandora to vertical, the women side by side and facing in opposite directions. With the Golden Goddess lifted, Casey leans her opponent back in an arch, right arm wrapping around Panny’s abundant chest. With the dipped flaxen-haired fighter off balance, Casey RIPS Panny offer her feet, whipping the bigger woman through the spin cycle and PLANTING her foe’s face into the thinly-sheathed floorboards with a vicious Swinging Flatliner.
Swinging Flatllner ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=XncnM2W6WJs )
Panny barrel rolls to her back from the force of the blow, ending in a wide spreadeagle. An eager Casey turns and drapes her body atop the Amazon, hooking Pandora’s far leg for the…
ONE…
TWO…
Most of the crowd groans when Panny kicks loose, the blonde ending on a hip and shoulder, her eyes glassy from the potentially concussive blow from the Lead Dancer.
Newsome doesn’t seem particularly concerned at the kickout as she leans against the blonde, perhaps knowing it wouldn’t be that easy.
Rising, and with Panny still matbound, Bethany’s key free agent signing of the summer, measures the splayed Golden Goddess. She deftly launches in an airborne forward somersault, dropping another ivory-skinned stem across the throat of Pandora, Casey’s Somersault Leg Drop hitting the mark.
Somersault Leg Drop ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=Mh-yfvyBhj0 )
A groaning Panny’s leg reflexively ascends after the connection and Newsome is ready, hooking behind the left knee of the Amazon with an elbow, regaining a pinning predicament and holding on for the…
ONE…
TWO…
Again, Pandora shows her strength, pushing out of the brunette’s grip and lifting a shoulder off the deck in the process. Grasping at her neck with one hand and clawing the canvas to reach the ropes with the other, a retreating Pandora seems desperate for a time out to recoup.
The Prima Ballerina isn’t having it, snatching Panny by an ankle and drawing the curvy blonde back to center stage. There, she binds the ankle with both arms, evidently planning to twist Pandora’s foot offer her leg with an ankle lock submission.
But before Newsome can leave the big blonde with one working wheel, Panny spins to her back and pistons her free leg forward, breaking Casey’s grip. Loose but still seated, Pandora can’t react quickly enough to the surging Jersey girl, Newsome ramming the point of a kneecap into Pandora’s forehead when the blonde begins to rise.
Placed back on her ample ass with the blunt force, the Boardwalk Badass maneuvers to Panny’s six and latches onto each wrist, lifting Panny’s arms high and wide. The Lead Dancer nimbly walks over each shoulder and straps on a standing head scissors, putting punishing pressure on the skull of the Golden Goddess and the contents within.
But Casey isn’t done, as she twists Panny’s head to the side, increasing the pain.
Still unsatisfied, the brunette proceeds to give up that grip to lift and cross Panny’s impossibly tanned silky gams in a figure of four, securing an ingenious Modified Stump Puller, drawing yelps from FAWN’s (no longer) Most Feared.
Modified Stump Puller (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QHGsk3CAUtU )
Working the legend like a part-time job to the great appreciation of the crowd, Newsome finally drops to her derriere, folding Pandora over into a cradled pin, Panny’s gold-spandex encased cheeks pointed to the rafters as her curvy frame squirms between Casey’s extended legs for the…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOO!
Closer to disaster than ever, Pandora finds a way free, breaking her lower limb loose and back somersaulting out of the pin, ending in a surprise reverse face straddle pin of a suddenly flailing Prima Ballerina.
Casey’s face is buried under the backside with tables turned. It’s Pandora’s turn to snatch an elevated leg and hang on for the…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOO!
The Jersey girl pushes her way out from the brief visit to Pandora’s Box, reappearing after being Panny’s momentary seat cushion. Flustered and greasy faced, Newsome rolls out under the ropes, taking a long look at Castle and sighing deeply when she sees only two fingers raised.
Within the ring, resting on one knee, Pandora holds the thumb and forefinger of her right hand no more than an inch apart. She waves Casey back in the squared circle despite continuing to huff like a steam engine. The bronzed beach beauty shoves to her feet and beckons again.
Newsome moves to the steps, climbing them and slipping a leg through, hoping to get reestablished before the Golden Goddess can attack. The hope is fleeting, as Panny times her charge perfectly, and SLAMS the heavy plank of her upper right leg into the brunette’s open ribs. Casey gurgles as she tumbles the rest of the way into the war zone. Newsome ends on her knees, but a helpful Pandora quickly has Casey up to a stooped vertical.
Pandora drops a limp arm of her adversary across her shoulders, grabs metallic blue spandex on a hip, and presses a palm into Newsome chest, then LAUINCHES the destroyer-class brunette like she’s a featherweight. Panny stalls Casey with the Jersey girl’s boot soles pointed to the sky for second after long second before finally lowering the BOOM with a Jackhammer Slam.
Jackhammer Slam ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=Y7kMwrCffA4 ) :00
A smirking Pandora, ending on all fours in a perpendicular straddle of the demolished Newsome’s chest, lowers herself in a crossbody pin, not bothering to hook a leg on the blasted Boardwalk Badass for the...
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOO!
Casey slides a shoulder off the canvas beneath the curvy mass of the Golden Goddess, a look of utter disbelief on Panny’s puss. She turns to Nick who confirms with a shrug and only two raised digits.
“You have to be f’n kidding me,” the Amazon mutters.
Panny pulls up a ragdolled Jersey girl as she rises. But, after both reach vertical, Newsome comes to life with a forearm to the jaw that staggers Pandora. Casey turns and takes off for the ropes behind her. She rebounds and swing a scythe-like clothesline Panny ducks beneath.
With the brunette turned away and in front of her, Pandora scoops the Prima Ballerina off the canvas from behind, ready to spin her adversary to a fatal Golden Thunder Bomb that would give the part-timer a taste of former Mania glory.
Golden Thunder Bomb ( youtu.be/z5WVa8S7X3Y?t=7 )
But as the fateful orbit begins, Casey breaks her legs loose of the grip of the Golden Goddess and Pandora loses all control of the trip back to earth, the Lead Dancer creating a ¾ facelock and drawing Pandora into a goliath-sized counter stunner.
Stunner ( youtu.be/Q-2a93P2ZrU?t=50 )
The Mania masses are left as stunned as the dazed Amazon, Panny face down and twitching from her finisher gone terribly wrong.
Knowing an opening when she sees it, Newsome peels a semiconscious Pandora off the deck and sends her to the ropes with an Irish Whip.
Panny’s on auto-pilot as she rebounds toward her waiting foe. Perhaps hoping to leapfrog over a dipping Casey, the Golden Goddess sets herself for her own downfall when the powerful brunette shows off her strength, grabbing Panny halfway through her leap, then lifting the flaxen-haired powerhouse onto her shoulders before POWERBOMBING PANDORA nearly through the canvas-covered plywood.
The Boardwalk Badass drops to all fours atop a jackknifed Panny, Pandora’s legs bracketing her own temples. There isn’t so much as a squirm within the perfectly executed Gator Clutch, the cherry on top of her Bravura finisher.
Bravura ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=Uc1CzcZvhDA )
And Casey’s in complete control for the…
ONE…
TWO…
THREEE!
Newsome rises, letting Pandora unfold from beneath her. The body of the Golden Goddess springs to a wide starfish while Casey leaps for joy under the roar of the crowd.
Reestablished as a title threat in an instant, Pandora’s part-time status be damned. Anyone who could survive the Golden Goddess has all the cred she needs.
Newsome climbs a set of buckles and celebrates her first Mania victory with the FAWNatics.
When done, she drops back to the canvas and turns to find Pandora on one knee, shaking out cobwebs.
The brunette moves to her blonde counterpart and offers a hand. Panny looks up with a stifled chuckle.
“You’re good, kid. Too good today.”
Pandora accepts the hand up and the sweat-soaked women share an embrace, a rare show of post-match sportsmanship the FAWNatics seem to appreciate.
There would be plenty of time for bitterness and malevolence throughout the evening. For the first match, there would be hard-won respect.
The destroyer class Jersey girl reclaimed her momentum in revenge-squashing the Ultimate Athlete in a one-on-one Slaybor Day return match, recovering a place on the biggest night of the year. But now…she’s facing some revenge-seeking of her own.
She’d been the cause of Pandora being pinned by the diminutive Dominique, blasting the bountiful Golden Goddess before Daly stole the pin. Now, the Most Feared has a chance to make her pay.
A first Mania would cause anyone the jitters, but facing the curvy blonde battleship has butterflies bouncing boisterously in the pit of her stomach.
As the Offspring’s “Defy You” pumps over the arena’s sound system, Newsome shoots through the curtain and moves to center stage.
CASEY NEWSOME
The woman who made her name household huge after leaving FAWN only to return, become its World Champion on her grand opening performance only to have Kat Braddock take it back on her first defense, beams under the love of the spectators.
The travel back to the title would not be via Braddock, but the thought of going hammer and tongs with Susannah Burlingame makes a victory over the imposing Pandora at Mania a mark Sue could hardly ignore.
“LET’S GO!!!” the brunette shouts and the fans prove themselves ready to follow, responding with a thunderous ovation.
Apparently satisfied, Newsome bounds in a crow hop toward the ring. She crisscrosses from the left side of the aisle to the right and back to slap hands with the adoring masses.
Casey wears a metallic blue two piece, a white sash serving as a belt around her waist, tied off just above her right hip. White pads and boots complete her ensemble, save for one glaring detail: a black protective brace, encasing her right knee, an unfortunate accompaniment for the former dancer since the start of her wrestling career. It was now more protective in nature but still a nasty calling card of a life-altering moment that happily led her to her very successful in-ring vocation.
Skipping up the ring steps, Newsome moonwalks cheerily to the middle of the apron.
Turning her back to the ring, Casey earns an “Ooooooooooooh!” from the FAWNatics when she drops into a set of splits—the long-ago injury to her knee having apparently done little to rob her of her flexibility. She rolls underneath the bottom rope, lower limbs remaining wide.
Back somersaulting into a handstand, Casey deftly drops to her boot soles and lifts her arms high and wide, her support impressive given the short time since making FAWN her new home.
As her music and ovation subsides, the announcer takes her cue.
“Our next match is scheduled for one fall with a 30-minute time limit. Introducing from Atlantic City, New Jersey… She stands five feet eight inches tall and weighs in at one hundred and thirty-five pounds…THE BOARDWALK BADASS…THE PRIMA BALLERINA…CASEY NEWSOME!!!!!”
The audience summons a final Mania-sized ovation, Casey bowing in response.
Newsome strides to her corner, waiting for Al Carpenter to pat down her very limited ‘hiding places’ and confirm her ready for battle.
With the Atlantic City Ass-kicker and the FAWNatics ready and eager for action, Trina’s “Da Baddest Bytch” erupts both loud and clear, the assembled galvanizing in a frenzy, the audience losing their collective shyt at the thought of a woman exemplifying the term Amazon more than Jeff Bezos ever could.
(http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LelyKR72gBI )
Seconds later, the curtain parts and out steps a physical specimen every bit as striking as any in the history of the organization. There was and perhaps would never be one more feared.
Glittering in a gold two piece, the standard moves to center stage, then stands solemnly.
PANDORA
Nearly five years removed from relinquishing her full-time duties of domination, the fulsome MMA color commentator and Only Fans multi-millionaire inspects her former subjects. Having moved to the broadcast booth after an ill-fated guest appearance against a woman nearly her physical equal, Dayna Erza, the very thought of Pandora still packs an incredible punch. And at Mania, it is multiplied.
As the Amazonian ideal strides down the ramp, ignoring the cacophony and the reach of a forest of arms, Panny remains gloriously majestic.
The impossibly curvy beach blonde reaches the squared circle and starts up the steps, sliding through seductively, ready to pocket what surely is another payday of epic proportions. She gives Newsome a salty shake of her head, runs her fingers over her curvaceous frame and mouths “BIG PROBLEM’.
Standing just south of six feet tall, her previously indelible white bikini is replaced with a version offering shining golden treasures, the pieces stretched to their limits to contain her double-Ds. Her boots and pads are also gilded.
As she moves to the middle, the lights dance off Pandora’s impossibly bronzed, impossibly smooth abdomen.
Calling for a microphone, Panny waits impatiently for a FAWN flunky to race into the ring and provide the Amazon her amplification. Pandora raises the device to her lips as her music and the sounds of the crowd respectfully fade.
“Ladies and gentlemen. The reason why your blood pressure is spiking and why Casey is shaking in her shoes. From parts known only by the pretty privileged, standing five feet and ten and 3/4 inches tall and weighing 155 pounds...your dream and her nightmare…PANDORA!”
Panny throws the stick to the canvas, raising her arms high and wide, reveling in her words and the unfamiliar ovation she receives.
With a predatory smile, Pandora backpedals to her corner, eyeing the dark-haired grappler with a voracious smile. Her pads and boots patted by Al, Carpenter calls for the bell.
The curvaceous blonde takes the direct route, striding confidently to center stage. There’s no fear evident in Newsome, who matches her notorious adversary step for step until they chest into one another in the middle.
“I didn’t come back to Mania to be your launching pad, sweetheart,” Pandora advises.
“I know,” Cassey responds. “It’s all about the paycheck for you, isn’t it part-timer?”
Panny shrugs, unwilling to deny what was obvious.
“Not just,” she corrects. “It’s also about receipts. That Olympic rugrat may have got the pin against me in the Triple Threat, but you’re the one who showed me up at RWB. And for your education. No matter what. I always get the last word.”
Pandora swings a right open hand, landing a stinging bytch slap to Casey’s cheek, hard enough to remove the taste from the Prima Ballerina’s mouth. The whiplashing Newsome’s visage slowly returns to that of the Golden Goddess, the combatants once again nose toward nose.
“We’ll see,” Casey adds, tacking on a whistling right palm of her own to her verbal response.
However, the larger woman deftly ducks under the return fire. Casey spins 180 degrees through the swing and miss. Slipping beside Newsome, Pandora’s right arm wraps around the ivory-skinned midriff of the Lead Dancer. With her left hand slipped under her foe’s nearest ass cheek, FAWN’S Most Feared vaults the destroyer class darling HIGH in the air.
Casey’s legs flail in front of her until the one-time tag champion brings her back to earth, Newsome’s undercarriage conspicuously landing atop the plank of a posted knee with an Atomic Drop.
Atomic Drop ( youtu.be/jWhHmiYdO1E?t=1 )
The Boardwalk Badass bounces away, hand shooting to her bruised tailbone, her features twisting in pain as she waddles off.
Unfortunately for Newsome, she returns in a wide arc to a poised Panny. The tanned terror dips slightly and swaddles Casey’s midriff in her cinching arms. Lifting Casey to tiptoes and slightly beyond, Pandora secures the bug-eyed brunette in one of the may places you did not want to be with someone the stature and strength of Pandora, her breathtaking bearhug.
Casey tries to relieve some of the ungodly pressure Panny immediately brings to bear by enveloping the Golden Goddess’s infamous abdomen with a scissors, but it quickly becomes obvious no respite is available within the vice-like embrace of THE member of The Three.
Pandora rattles the captured Casey, showing the Mania sellout, even a woman as powerful and potent as the Prima Ballerina could not withstand the supremacy of her catastrophic cuddle.
Bearhug ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=pOMRHWANOZM )
Threatening to end the night for FAWN’s biggest-ever free agent signing within two minutes, Panny clamps tighter and tighter, swinging Newsome from side to side whenever she feels a little more give in the will and body of the brunette. Soon, the Lead Dancer’s arms are limp at her sides. Castle lifts and drops the slack limb of the Jersey girl, but the wing halts halfway, a raised index finger waggling.
Newsome’s opposite arm rises to match. She slaps her palms together behind the noggin of the Golden Goddess, sending her arms CRASHING into the busty blonde’s temples.
The ear ringer sends a jolt through Pandora’s upper and lower limbs as she’s momentarily stunned by the desperate defense. Topside, it gives Casey enough slack to draw her chin off Pandora’s golden-brown shoulder, rear back and send a head butt thrusting forward into the bridge of Panny’s nose.
The second impact is enough to swing the Golden Goddess’s wings wide, Newsome dropping to her boot soles with her newly won freedom. Ignoring the pain from her lower vertebrae, the Lead Dancer loads a forearm shiver and ROCKS Panny with a shot to the jaw that has Pandora teetering. The FAWNatic favorite POUNDS another to chin and the big blonde is staggered. The crowd roars for the third in a trifecta that will finally take Panny off her feet.
But as Newsome tosses the finale of her set, Pandora steps inside the arc of the impact zone and wraps an arm across Casey’s clavicle, The blonde LAUNCHES the wide-eyed Jersey girl high in her clutches, then genuflects and DRIVES Casey’s spine across bended knee in a disastrous backbreaker that has more than a few in the crowd wondering if the Prima Ballerina can have anything short of severe spinal trauma.
Seeking to add to the agony, the growling blonde powerhouse presses palms down on either side of the fulcrum, one pushing down on Newsome’s chin while the other thrusts down on the near knee of her adversary.
Over-the knee backbreaker ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=MvOpPLUHMrk )
Stretching the brunette’s backbone in an ungainly and anguish-inducing arch, the crown of Casey’s cranium against the canvas just as her boot soles are on the other side of Panny’s submission, the Golden Goddess addresses FAWN’s lead ref rather than the mewling woman in her control.
“Tell her to quit, Castle. You know how many women I’ve broken, and I can snap her right now if I feel the need.”
A somber Nick gets in front of the overturned face of the groaning Boardwalk Badass.
“She can do it, kid. Whaddya say?”
“I say…HELL NO!”
The Lead Dancer’s retort seems to convince Panny there’s a better answer somewhere in her arsenal for this stubborn opponent. The Amazon lifts her arms, laces her fingers into a double axhandle above her head and swings the combined fists into Casey’s tummy, BLASTING the abdomen of the free agent find.
Newsome jackknifes atop Panny’s knee from the impaling blow, before she’s shoved off dismissively by the Golden Goddess. Newsome spills to a moaning jumble of limbs and mottled torso, Pandora leaving her rival a wreck in simple but incredibly effective fashion.
A rising Panny brushes off her impossibly smooth, bronzed belly before reaching down and collecting Newsome by her scalp, digging in a set of digits and hauling the doubled Casey to stooped feet. Transitioning her grip to a wrist, the Golden Goddess pivots and sends the Jersey girl for the ride with an Irish Whip.
Newsome is sent scurrying across the canvas, the force of the toss sending her flying into the buckles back-first, the brunette’s bruised backbone taking more abuse. Slumped in the buckles after impact, head bowed, the Prima Ballerina doesn’t notice the heightened concern from the crowd as a rumbling Panny crosses the canvas and launches in an avalanche splash of flesh unmatched. Pandora buries the Boardwalk Badass under her ample golden curves.
FAWN’s Most Feared smirks and she keeps the demolished Newsome pressed tight in the corner with her rounded frame.
With Castle’s complaints turning to a count, Panny ushers a spent Casey by with a shove, Newsome tumbling to horizontal when slung past by the Golden Goddess, ending splayed on her back in a spreadeagle.
Knowing the penthouse is not her territory, Panny skips on going high rent. Instead, she surges to the starfished Lead Dancer and leaps over her spread adversary, coming to earth in a ring-rattling splash of a cross-body variety.
The squashed Casey briefly jackknifes under the Golden Goddess before breathlessly melting to a pinning predicament beneath the Pandora’s curves for the…
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Casey kicks loose, throwing a shoulder off the canvas, Pandora ending on all fours above the brunette, Newsome rolling to right shoulder and hip.
Settling on her haunches next to her opponent, Pandora pulls a grimacing Casey to a seat, the jersey girl swaddling her aching tummy.
“Not bad, kid,” Panny says of her foe’s survival. “But be very glad I’m part-timing at this point, because I’d damn well be your golden ceiling if I wasn’t.”
Pandora sends both sets of digits into Newsome’s dark locks, then shifts from kneeling on her haunches to reclining on her backside. The curvaceous combatant leans to her back, pulling the battle-tested brunette into her lap. With Casey atop her, but clearly not in control, Panny swathes her long, muscular stems around the taut midriff of FAWN’s recent free agent catch. She cinches her tanned lower limbs tight around each set of ribs, drawing a squeak of pain from the Prima Ballerina as she compresses the Jersey girl’s cage.
But to bring the full crushing power of her infamous body scissors into play, Pandora twists Newsome 90 degrees so she can place her vice-like gams into position so they can press directly against abs and spine.
Maintaining a grip on Casey’s dark brown mane, the Amazonian ideal stuffs Newsome’s face into the incredible expanse of Panny’s tawny tummy, forcing the Jersey girl to suckle on golden-skinned belly instead of oxygen.
With her scissors forcing air out of the Lead Dancer and her world-famous midriff allowing none in, an increasingly breathless Newsome blindly pries at the locked legs, the efforts in vain. And as she begins to be smothered into a stupor, lips and nose forced tight to tummy, Casey flails wildly, desperately trying to shift her head so she can sneak in a gasp of oxygen.
Raising her hands higher on Panny’s frame, a frantic Casey sinks her nails into the hulking bosom of the Golden Goddess. Talons curling into the thin, shiny spandex and the flesh beneath, Newsome finally makes some headway in unlocking a path to air if not her full freedom.
Panny bites her lower lip, trying to fight through the stereo breast claws of her adversary, hoping to see the clasp of each set of fingers grow loose with less air in Newsome’s lungs, but the one-time dancer, a remarkable physical specimen, proves she can respond while ‘held under’.
Shrieking in as much frustration as pain, Pandora gives up her tummy smother/body scissors combo to shove the Boardwalk Badass away, Casey barrel-rolling to her back a few feet away, face coated in perspiration, both from herself and Panny’s tummy. She wipes her brow and spits out the taste of the flaxen-haired Amazon, while a wincing Panny rubs softly at her gurls, fondling the pain away. She slips her breasts back more fully into place behind the limited golden lycra half-covering them.
“So pissing me off is part of your plan?” Pandora growls as she pushes to her feet. “Not the best.”
“I don’t expect you’ll like me beating you, no matter how I do it,” Newsome huffs, between labored breaths as she uses the ropes next to her to reach vertical.
Looking to crush the Atlantic City native with another Amazonian avalanche, Panny bounces in a gallop toward Newsome. At the last second, Casey leans back, tugging the top rope as she does. The charging Pandora tumbles over the lowered top strand, her curvy frame THUNKING off the apron on the other side on the way down, before careening to the floor below.
The FAWNatics are hyped for Pandora’s first significant misstep and their cheers grow when Casey sprints to the cables opposite those Panny ejected herself over. Timing the circumstances perfectly, the Prima Ballerina takes to the skies on her return, diving headlong between the top and middle ropes in a Suicide Dive that sees Casey CRASH into a rising Golden Goddess.
Casey’s shoulder ramming into the bountiful bosom of the blonde on impact, Pandora backpedals in an attempt to keep her balance, her backbone THWACKING into the metal barricade behind her, the top bar battering her lower vertebrae.
Pandora drops to a folded seat in front of the steel, eyelids pinched in pain while the athletic Jersey girl sticks her landing, only her boot soles touching the thinly-padded cement.
With the tall blonde lowered to vulnerability, Casey wheels into a Spinning Heel Kick, connecting boot leather FLUSH to Panny’s chin. The Amazon is rocked and timbers to her side, eyes glassy, jaw slack.
“Take out the head. The rest follows,” Newsome mumbles to herself, no doubt a manta for taking on FAWN’s Most Feared. At the moment, it appears rock solid advice.
Scooping Panny off the arena floor, no easy task, the Lead Dancer runs the Golden Goddess to the apron and tosses her back in the ring at Castle’s count of ‘EIGHT’. She rolls herself in a second later.
As a struggling Pandora shakes out some cobwebs, making it to a seat, Newsome immediately charges, leaping into a Basement Runing Meteora that plants Panny’s back to the canvas, thrown under the bus by the Boardwalk Badass.
Basement Running Meteora ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=jPYbxt25nWI )
As the stubborn Golden Goddess tries to push though the attack and scramble to her feet, the Jersey girl is more quickly on hers, spinning and NAILING a rising Pandora with a dropkick. The bigger the blonde, the harder the harder they fall, and Panny back somersaults to a stop on her face and chest, remaining there, her heaving bosom the only movement, Pandora perhaps showing the lack of aerobic shape in a part-timer.
With Newsome taking a moment to play to the Mania masses, Panny absently rolls to her back, drawing in deep lungfuls of oxygen. Noticing the movement, Casey hustles to the busty blonde’s side. The Prima Ballerina pulls out one of her signatures, leaping and pirouetting in mid-air, descending into a leg drop across the Amazon’s throat.
Pandora spasms after impact, her windpipe bruised when she needs it working at full capacity. Grabbing at her reddening neck with one hand, Panny pushes the draping lower limb of the Jersey girl off, then butt scoots her way to the nearest corner, appearing much less fearsome than minutes before.
The Boardwalk Badass is quickly after her faltering foe. Newsome wraps her hands around the noggin of her adversary and slowly draws Pandora to vertical, the women side by side and facing in opposite directions. With the Golden Goddess lifted, Casey leans her opponent back in an arch, right arm wrapping around Panny’s abundant chest. With the dipped flaxen-haired fighter off balance, Casey RIPS Panny offer her feet, whipping the bigger woman through the spin cycle and PLANTING her foe’s face into the thinly-sheathed floorboards with a vicious Swinging Flatliner.
Swinging Flatllner ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=XncnM2W6WJs )
Panny barrel rolls to her back from the force of the blow, ending in a wide spreadeagle. An eager Casey turns and drapes her body atop the Amazon, hooking Pandora’s far leg for the…
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Most of the crowd groans when Panny kicks loose, the blonde ending on a hip and shoulder, her eyes glassy from the potentially concussive blow from the Lead Dancer.
Newsome doesn’t seem particularly concerned at the kickout as she leans against the blonde, perhaps knowing it wouldn’t be that easy.
Rising, and with Panny still matbound, Bethany’s key free agent signing of the summer, measures the splayed Golden Goddess. She deftly launches in an airborne forward somersault, dropping another ivory-skinned stem across the throat of Pandora, Casey’s Somersault Leg Drop hitting the mark.
Somersault Leg Drop ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=Mh-yfvyBhj0 )
A groaning Panny’s leg reflexively ascends after the connection and Newsome is ready, hooking behind the left knee of the Amazon with an elbow, regaining a pinning predicament and holding on for the…
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Again, Pandora shows her strength, pushing out of the brunette’s grip and lifting a shoulder off the deck in the process. Grasping at her neck with one hand and clawing the canvas to reach the ropes with the other, a retreating Pandora seems desperate for a time out to recoup.
The Prima Ballerina isn’t having it, snatching Panny by an ankle and drawing the curvy blonde back to center stage. There, she binds the ankle with both arms, evidently planning to twist Pandora’s foot offer her leg with an ankle lock submission.
But before Newsome can leave the big blonde with one working wheel, Panny spins to her back and pistons her free leg forward, breaking Casey’s grip. Loose but still seated, Pandora can’t react quickly enough to the surging Jersey girl, Newsome ramming the point of a kneecap into Pandora’s forehead when the blonde begins to rise.
Placed back on her ample ass with the blunt force, the Boardwalk Badass maneuvers to Panny’s six and latches onto each wrist, lifting Panny’s arms high and wide. The Lead Dancer nimbly walks over each shoulder and straps on a standing head scissors, putting punishing pressure on the skull of the Golden Goddess and the contents within.
But Casey isn’t done, as she twists Panny’s head to the side, increasing the pain.
Still unsatisfied, the brunette proceeds to give up that grip to lift and cross Panny’s impossibly tanned silky gams in a figure of four, securing an ingenious Modified Stump Puller, drawing yelps from FAWN’s (no longer) Most Feared.
Modified Stump Puller (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QHGsk3CAUtU )
Working the legend like a part-time job to the great appreciation of the crowd, Newsome finally drops to her derriere, folding Pandora over into a cradled pin, Panny’s gold-spandex encased cheeks pointed to the rafters as her curvy frame squirms between Casey’s extended legs for the…
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THRNOOO!
Closer to disaster than ever, Pandora finds a way free, breaking her lower limb loose and back somersaulting out of the pin, ending in a surprise reverse face straddle pin of a suddenly flailing Prima Ballerina.
Casey’s face is buried under the backside with tables turned. It’s Pandora’s turn to snatch an elevated leg and hang on for the…
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THRNOOO!
The Jersey girl pushes her way out from the brief visit to Pandora’s Box, reappearing after being Panny’s momentary seat cushion. Flustered and greasy faced, Newsome rolls out under the ropes, taking a long look at Castle and sighing deeply when she sees only two fingers raised.
Within the ring, resting on one knee, Pandora holds the thumb and forefinger of her right hand no more than an inch apart. She waves Casey back in the squared circle despite continuing to huff like a steam engine. The bronzed beach beauty shoves to her feet and beckons again.
Newsome moves to the steps, climbing them and slipping a leg through, hoping to get reestablished before the Golden Goddess can attack. The hope is fleeting, as Panny times her charge perfectly, and SLAMS the heavy plank of her upper right leg into the brunette’s open ribs. Casey gurgles as she tumbles the rest of the way into the war zone. Newsome ends on her knees, but a helpful Pandora quickly has Casey up to a stooped vertical.
Pandora drops a limp arm of her adversary across her shoulders, grabs metallic blue spandex on a hip, and presses a palm into Newsome chest, then LAUINCHES the destroyer-class brunette like she’s a featherweight. Panny stalls Casey with the Jersey girl’s boot soles pointed to the sky for second after long second before finally lowering the BOOM with a Jackhammer Slam.
Jackhammer Slam ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=Y7kMwrCffA4 ) :00
A smirking Pandora, ending on all fours in a perpendicular straddle of the demolished Newsome’s chest, lowers herself in a crossbody pin, not bothering to hook a leg on the blasted Boardwalk Badass for the...
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THRENOOO!
Casey slides a shoulder off the canvas beneath the curvy mass of the Golden Goddess, a look of utter disbelief on Panny’s puss. She turns to Nick who confirms with a shrug and only two raised digits.
“You have to be f’n kidding me,” the Amazon mutters.
Panny pulls up a ragdolled Jersey girl as she rises. But, after both reach vertical, Newsome comes to life with a forearm to the jaw that staggers Pandora. Casey turns and takes off for the ropes behind her. She rebounds and swing a scythe-like clothesline Panny ducks beneath.
With the brunette turned away and in front of her, Pandora scoops the Prima Ballerina off the canvas from behind, ready to spin her adversary to a fatal Golden Thunder Bomb that would give the part-timer a taste of former Mania glory.
Golden Thunder Bomb ( youtu.be/z5WVa8S7X3Y?t=7 )
But as the fateful orbit begins, Casey breaks her legs loose of the grip of the Golden Goddess and Pandora loses all control of the trip back to earth, the Lead Dancer creating a ¾ facelock and drawing Pandora into a goliath-sized counter stunner.
Stunner ( youtu.be/Q-2a93P2ZrU?t=50 )
The Mania masses are left as stunned as the dazed Amazon, Panny face down and twitching from her finisher gone terribly wrong.
Knowing an opening when she sees it, Newsome peels a semiconscious Pandora off the deck and sends her to the ropes with an Irish Whip.
Panny’s on auto-pilot as she rebounds toward her waiting foe. Perhaps hoping to leapfrog over a dipping Casey, the Golden Goddess sets herself for her own downfall when the powerful brunette shows off her strength, grabbing Panny halfway through her leap, then lifting the flaxen-haired powerhouse onto her shoulders before POWERBOMBING PANDORA nearly through the canvas-covered plywood.
The Boardwalk Badass drops to all fours atop a jackknifed Panny, Pandora’s legs bracketing her own temples. There isn’t so much as a squirm within the perfectly executed Gator Clutch, the cherry on top of her Bravura finisher.
Bravura ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=Uc1CzcZvhDA )
And Casey’s in complete control for the…
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THREEE!
Newsome rises, letting Pandora unfold from beneath her. The body of the Golden Goddess springs to a wide starfish while Casey leaps for joy under the roar of the crowd.
Reestablished as a title threat in an instant, Pandora’s part-time status be damned. Anyone who could survive the Golden Goddess has all the cred she needs.
Newsome climbs a set of buckles and celebrates her first Mania victory with the FAWNatics.
When done, she drops back to the canvas and turns to find Pandora on one knee, shaking out cobwebs.
The brunette moves to her blonde counterpart and offers a hand. Panny looks up with a stifled chuckle.
“You’re good, kid. Too good today.”
Pandora accepts the hand up and the sweat-soaked women share an embrace, a rare show of post-match sportsmanship the FAWNatics seem to appreciate.
There would be plenty of time for bitterness and malevolence throughout the evening. For the first match, there would be hard-won respect.