Post by SammieSinclair on Feb 7, 2015 17:30:40 GMT
And Charlie had thought the cross-country trip to Bangor had been exhilarating...
She had barely turned her phone back on after arriving at the Sunport in Albuquerque before she saw the text--the one that read that FAWN management had been extremely impressed with her performance in that tag match held on Jungle soil, and offering her the chance to work the opening match of FAWN’s first pay per view of 2015.
Charlie HAD to accept that invite, just to prove to herself that it was real.
It had been a whirlwind, from flying into Orlando to meeting with talent relations, meeting with those in the music department to find the right song for her, to finally taking in the arena and introducing herself to the girls in the back. She had somehow even managed to find the time to snap selfies alongside both Chloe Fields and Juliet Bloodwind!
But now, the time had come. The time to stand behind that curtain, listening to the sound of the building crowd, and wait to hear the announcer’s voice. She might not yet be a full-time member of the FAWN roster, but it still felt like a lifelong dream was about to become true.
“Ladies and gentlemen,” the announcer finally begins, “welcome to THRILLS, CHILLS AND SPILLS!!! Your opening contest is scheduled for one fall, with a twenty minute time limit. Introducing first, from Albuquerque, New Mexico by way of Spokane, Washington... She stands five feet two inches tall and weighs in tonight at one-hundred and twelve pounds... Ladies and gentlemen, all the way from Desert Divas, would you please give a warm Orlando welcome to... CHHHAAARRRLLLOOOTTTTTTEEE DAAAWWWSSSOOONNN!!!!!”
Charlie Dawson
The FAWNatics do just that, turning things up to eleven as Taylor Swift’s “Style” begins to play over the sound system. Just a couple of moments later, the stunning, bedimpled young blonde who had been generating such a buzz bursts through the curtains. Once the beaming Dawson arrives, however, they remarkably manage to raise the decibel meter further still! And yet... despite outnumbering the FAWN Arena’s capacity dwarfing the left Turn by a factor of HUNDREDS to one, somehow their roar doesn’t feel QUITE as loud to Dawson. But that doesn’t stop the youngster from bringing her hands up to her ears, covering them as if the roar might be painful--but the smile that remained planted on Charlie’s lips illustrates just how much she’s enjoying the moment. Blushing, the blonde motioned downward with her hands...
But even in Orlando, the capacity crowd will have none of it.
Finally, Charlie shrugs her shoulders and takes off toward the ring.
Charlie might not be an expert in architecture, but it feels to her that the length of the aisle down to the FAWN ring might be longer than the whole BUILDING known as the Left Turn--and the number of waiting fans along either side of the railing might very nearly equal the developmental facility’s full capacity. But that doesn’t stop Dawson from trying to make sure she slaps EVERY single hand offered her way--and ESPECIALLY the younger ones.
Finally, the Darling of the Desert turns and darts to the ring. After sliding under the bottom rope, Dawson springs to her feet. After unzipping her hot pink hoodie, Charlie slips off the garment, revealing a light blue fightin’ two piece that, in spite of its somewhat modest and innocent cut still manages to raise the blood pressure of quite a few spectators. Charlotte moves to her corner, taking a moment to adjust her white pads before she started stretching, preparing to fight the biggest battle of her young life--in front of more eyes that had possibly watched her compete in her entire career to date.
The FAWNatics sound more than ready for that fight, and more than ready to witness it RIGHT NOW... at which point, a commotion at the top of the ramp begins to draw some interest from the full house. Several burly young men emerge at the top of the ramp, working quickly to… unfurl a long and luxurious stretch of carpet—red, of course—which now extends from the entrance all the way to the end of the aisle.
“And her opponent,” the announcer declares, “hailing from Hollywood, CA by way of Newark, NJ… She stands five feet seven inches tall and weighs in tonight at one hundred and twenty-seven pounds… Please welcome…”
His voice trails off as a new disturbance emerges—namely, another group of young men, all carrying cameras, coming out from backstage. Clearing his throat, the announcer resumes, “Please welcome the one, the only… GEEEOOORRRGGGIIIEEE LAAAWWWSSSOOONNN!!!!!”
Georgie Lawson
Joan Jett & the Blackhearts “Do You Wanna Touch Me” pulses out over the arena speakers, and the various flashbulbs from the fauxparazi both signal the imminent arrival of FAWN’s starlet turned would-be wrestling superstar. The breathtaking youngster makes her appearance shortly after the lyrics begin, long ebony locks contrasting perfectly with creamy porcelain skin. Aside from her face, hands and a little bit of neckline, her frame is covered by a blood red robe that almost—if you squint—resembles the sort of dress one would expect to see on an actress at a movie premiere.
“DO YOU WANNA TOUCH ME?”:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=XELpxApT8Kc&feature=related
Georgie makes her way down the aisle slowly, frequently pausing, turning, and posing for the next shot from her photogs. The bright smile on her lips is completely at odds with loud and hearty boos from the crowd, but either she fails to notice or fails to care. Reaching the ring at long last, Lawson scales the steps before sliding through the ropes and moving toward her corner. It’s then that Georgie teasingly starts to let her robe slip off her shoulders, gradually revealing a black and white two piece—the bottoms in an incredibly enticing ‘V’ cut, primarily black with white trim, while the black cups of the top are supported by white straps.
Lawson saunters over to the announcer, looking at him in expectant fashion. When he simply stares back, dumbfounded, the A-List Brat extends her hand, nodding toward his microphone. Snatching the stick from his hand the instant he starts to offer it, Georgie turns toward Charlie. “There appears to be a bit of a misunderstand, sweetie,” the Sadistic Starlet tells her with a venomous smile. “This is FAWN. This is the home of the A List, the creme de la creme. THIS is where anyone who IS anyone competes. Think of FAWN’s title belts as Oscars, dearheart. Treasure Tavern is down the street.”
“Oh, I KNOW where I am,” Charlie replies, tacking on a very pointed, “sweetheart. And I know this may be my first time here. But everyone starts somewhere, Georgie. Even you did. And I’m gonna start with kicking your ASS@!”
The crowd ERUPTS, even before the toll of the bell, clearly taken with the newcomer’s fighting spirit. They cheer loudly again when the bell finally sounds, bringing both women back to the center of the ring. And, in spite of her promise of moments ago, Dawson extends her hand to the veteran, which Georgie eyes in suspicion.
“Look,” Charlie says, “I know you don’t like me. I’m not too crazy about you, either. But... you ARE where I want to be. You’ve done it. You’ve earned it. So, no, I don’t like you... but I RESPECT you.”
For a moment, Lawson says nothing. Then, with a shrug of her shoulders, the A-Lister’s hand begins to move toward Charlie, the crowd ready to cheer this unexpected show of sportswomansh...
Without warning, Georgie’s hand changes course--from Dawson’s hand to her face, the Sadistic Starlet MASHING her palm into the young blonde’s mug, shoving her away with a pieface. “YOU HAVEN’T EVEN EARNED THE RIGHT TO TOUCH ME!!!!” Lawson shrieks. “At least not until after I’m done with you, and you get the honor of planting your lips on my aaAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!”
If the brunette had thought her foe would be cowed by her actions or her words, she’s proven profoundly mistaken. As soon as she recovers her balance, Charlie EXPLODES toward Georgie, smashing forearm after forearm after forearm into Lawson’s chest, pounding the Sadistic Starlet into retreat. Once the duo reach the ropes, Dawson snatches her wrist and sets her feet, launching Georgie on her way with an Irish whip...
... or not.
Instead, the Sinister Screen Queen reverses the whip, launching Charlie on her way in her stead. Marching out to meet the young blonde at mid-ring, Lawson takes a side step, preparing to take the blonde down with a hip toss. But instead, Dawson springs into the air of her own accord, wrapping her legs around Lawson’s waist, facing down to the canvas. Before Georgie can make use of the wheelbarrow position the rookie has delightfully gifted herself to Lawson in, however, the Darling of the Desert swings down and between Lawson’s stems with enough force to rip her more experienced foe. Georgie finds herself rolled up tightly, Charlie sitting atop her chest with firm control of her opponent’s legs via the Casadora Victory Roll!
CASSADORA VICTORY ROLL:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Y7QSgqm9Ge8
ONE!
TWO!!
THREE?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!
Dawson tumbles away as Georgie bucks loose, the brunette similarly rolling up to her knees. Screaming in fury, Lawson slaps the mat with both hands, unable to believe that she had lost to such a rookie, so very quickly...
... but then, where was the bell? All Georgie could hear was the roar of the masses. She looks up to the official, and lets out a DEEP breath when she sees him hold up only TWO fingers. Relieved, the veteran begins to rise, not even bothering to check for Charlie’s position...
... which proves to be a mistake.
The young blond shoots off the ropes off Lawson’s left flank, catching the Sadistic Starlet around the neck and taking her to the canvas with a crisp twisting neckbreaker.
TWISTING NECKBREAKER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=SH53y6_6UFk
Again, the blonde throws herself across Lawson’s chest, hooking both legs.
ONE!
TWO!!
Georgie kicks loose.
Lawson quickly rolls over to her belly, preventing a second attempt at a cover... but that’s not enough to keep young Charlie off the offensive. Dawson quickly moves to the veteran’s feet, and makes short work of stuffing Georgie’s right boot into the pit of her left knee. Using her thigh to keep those gams locked in place, the Darling of the Desert then claims Georgie’s right arm, slapping on an STF Armbar.
STF ARMBAR @0:25:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=XHMSSwV_K84
Charlie wrenches on that captive limb, so focused on working her armbar that it takes the young blonde a few moments to realize that she’s inspired her first chant inside the FAWN Arena. “TAP!” the crowd urges Georgie. And, just in case the groaning Lawson didn’t hear her, they keep repeating it. “TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP!”
Also, the Sadistic Siren has no intentions of giving the FAWNatics what they want. And, with the ropes nowhere near within her reach, Georgie turns to other, less ethical means of ending this torment. Twisting to the side, Lawson’s free arm flashes forward, her talons finding and RAKING across Charlie’s eyes. Dawson lets out a piercing shriek, her hands having no choice but to release the armbar, the blonde’s hands flying to her face.
Her wing free, Lawson manages to scoot forward, drawing her legs out from under Dawson’s restraint. Georgie scrambles back to her feet, Charlie trailing only slightly in regaining her verticality. But with one hand still rubbing at her eyes, Dawson can’t see the A-Lister launch a low dropkick that catches the blonde flush in her left kneecap.
Charlie lets out a loud wail as she sinks to one knee, Lawson quickly picking herself up and sprinting into the ropes behind the kneeling blonde. Rebound off the strands, Georgie hops to land a plant foot atop Dawson’s left thigh--and swings her right boot into the back of Charlie’s noggin, catching the youngster with a glimmering warlock.
GLIMMERING WARLOCK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=q8Ps0BWT82c
The sound of bootleather echoing off of cranium continues to hover in the air for a few moments--much like Charlie herself continues to hover on one-knee, gently swaying, rather than toppling over. Still, her dulled eyes indicate just how well the brunette had connected. Climbing to her feet, Georgie comes up behind Dawson and, reaching under the youngster’s limp arms, she pulls Charlie up to her feet. Lawson then slips her arms underneath those of the Darling of the Desert, slapping on a full nelson with little resistance.
“What do you sa...” the referee start to ask, but Georgie cuts him off.
“Oh, she’s probably ready to run home,” the A-Lister snaps. “But this isn’t about her.” Without another word, Lawson powers Charlie off her feet and into the air, the brunette sitting out and DRIVING Charlie’s tailbone into the thinly padded plywood via her full nelson atomic drop.
FULL NELSON ATOMIC DROP:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=NWMOPe82Kvs
The blonde’s backside hits with such force that Dawson is launched back to her feet, landing and staggering around on her tippy-toes, both hands rubbing her stinging cheeks. Getting back to her feet with a little more effort than her opponent, Georgie meets her prey and pulls one of those hands away from Charlie’s bum. Lawson launches the rookie toward the ropes. Catching the blonde on the rebound, Georgie scoops Charlie off her feet, pivoting on one heel and DRIVING Dawson to the canvas with a ring-rocking spinebuster.
SPINEBUSTER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=0-RcSahbrjE
Leaning forward from her knees, between Charlie’s parted stems, the Sadistic Siren plants both her hands atop Dawson’s shoulders. It was a leisurely cover to be sure, but after THAT spinebuster, did it NEED to be more?
ONE!
TWO!!
THRNOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!
Charlie kicks out.
The referee braises himself for the torrent of verbal abuse he expects from Lawson’s way... only none comes. Indeed, the A-Lister almost looks pleased that she gets to play with Charlie a little more, judging by the smirk on her lips. Scraping the youngster off the canvas, Georgie shoves her back into the ropes. Bodying in, Lawson again snatches a wrist and performs an Irish whip, this time intending to catch the returning rookie with a devastating sidewalk slam.
Scooping the small blonde up proves easy enough, but as she begins to swing her cargo into place, Dawson provides a little extra oomph to the gesture. This allows Charlie to swivel around, the Darling of the Desert now FACING her foe--and wrapping her legs tightly around Georgie’s midsection. In the next instant, Dawson laces her arm Lawson’s neck and ROCKS back, cinching in the guillotine choke.
TILT-A-WHIRL GUILLOTINE CHOKE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=XL1HnBemIbM
Suddenly, with the newcomer back on offense, the FAWNatics become more raucous, rising to the feet and cheering on an impending knockout. The official asks if Georgie is ready to call it a night, but she wags a scolding finger in his direction. “Come on, Georgie,” Charlie mutters, her teeth clinched as she tries to pour on as much pressure as she can manage. “Say goodnight...”
Lawson doesn’t attempt to answer, fully aware of just how precious to her oxygen is at the moment. Instead, she balls her right fist, and begins pounding clubbing blows into Charlie’s lower back. It takes nearly a half dozen, but finally she can feel the blonde’s scissors gain a little slack, and when she does, Georgie works HER other arm up and around Dawson’s neck. After ramming one more punch into her opponent’s lower back for good measure, the Sadistic Starlet not only pulls Charlie’s gams away from her waist--she hoists the blonde into the air. The crowd might not like her, but they’d HAVE to show some appreciation when she managed to counter Charlie’s chokeout into a front suplex.
FRONT SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=1KXs6KRP0DQ
Only AGAIN, Dawson proves quite adept at shifting her body in mid-flight. Instead of crashing to her chest, Charlie manages to land on her feet--a fact that renders Georgie wide-eyed in amazement as she straightens up. Shock turns to anger when the youngster flashes her a bright smile and a cheery wave, Lawson surging forward and looking to take the brat’s head off with a clothesline...
... only to come up empty. This time, the Darling of the Desert goes south, falling to her right hip and sliding through Georgie’s legs. It takes a moment for the A-Lister to gather her momentum, but she quickly spins around...
Not quickly enough. For not only is Charlie back off the mat, she’s also left her feet., diving toward the A-Lister. Clamping an arm around Georgie’s neck, Dawson swings her legs into the air, abruptly falling backward and SPIKING the crown of Lawson’s skull into the mat with a jumping DDT! Georgie flops over into a boneless starfish, arms and legs spilling in all directions. And when Charlie applies the lateral press, it’s inconceivable to the FAWNatics that Lawson has enough of her senses left to find an answer.
JUMPING DDT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=SSfRQxaHXbU
ONE!
TWO!!
THRENOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!
Remarkably, Georgie gets a shoulder up.
Dawson pops back to her feet, and in the blink of an eye has spun so that her back is to the sprawled starlet. Charlie then vaults off her feet, gaining jaw-dropping elevation before flipping through the air and CRASHING down across Georgie’s torso with a standing moonsault.
STANDING MOONSAULT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=U1IgIbsFxQc
Remaining in position atop her foe, Dawson gathers up and hooks BOTH legs, collecting the...
ONE!
TWO!!
THREENOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Lawson gets another shoulder up.
Again, the rookie doesn’t bother to argue. Instead, she climbs to her feet, a little more gracefully that the clumsy brunette trailing behind. As Georgie struggles to right herself, Dawson sprints into the ropes, rebounding off the rubber coated steel and dashing back at her foe. For the second time tonight, the Darling of the Desert swings around as she leaps toward the brunette, her legs latching around Lawson’s waist. And for the second time tonight, the A-Lister proves incapable of taking advantage of the wheelbarrow. Charlie’s hands hit the mat, the blonde sending herself aloft again with a push. As her shapely legs now swing out in front of her, Dawson reaches over her shoulder. Capturing the brunette’s head and pulling her jaw over the blonde’s shoulder, Charlie lays out, welcoming the Sadistic Siren to the Land of Enchantment.
LAND OF ENCHANTMENT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=sstkeirqtJ4
Georgie looks ready for the pin, and the FAWNatics are certainly ready to celebrate the birth of a new star with a Charlie cover... but the blonde intends to finish tonight off in grand fashion. Hopping up to her feet, Dawson wastes no time in heading to the ropes, slipping out onto the apron. As she climbs to the top rope, the crowd begins to chant, “CHAR-LIE! CHAR-LIE!” Sinking into a crouch on the turnbuckle, the Darling of the Desert raises her right hand, beckoning the masses to cheer louder as Georgie struggles to a vertical base. The Sadistic Starlet is ready to make Lawson the first in FAWN to fall to the Charlie Cutter.
CHARLIE CUTTER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=P53Lflg9OC0
Dawson waits for the brunette to take a turn toward the corner, but instead, Lawson swings drunkenly in the other direction--throwing an equally discombobulated punch as she does. The crowd laughs... but their cause for merriment proves to be short-lived. The force with which Georgie slings her haymaker sends the Sadistic Starlet stumbling into the ropes. And when her one-hundred and twenty-seven pounds meets and shakes the rubber coated steel, Charlie's balance is the casualty. Her crotch is the second, Dawson’s downward journey ending when the turnbuckle bisects her thighs.
The youngster lets out a trembling whimper, barely audible to anyone outside of the ring... but for Georgie, as she locates her anguished opponent, it seems to give Lawson renewed strength. Stalking over to the corner, she mounts the ropes from inside the ring, climbing to the middle strand... and then the top. Wrapping an arm around the blonde’s neck, Georgie pulls Charlie up to stand on the top rope as well. And then, popping her hips, Lawson sends the Darling of the Desert plummeting to the mat with a superplex!
The landing is no walk in the park for the Sadistic Starlet, but there’s little denying that Charlie takes the brunt of it. The young blonde is sent shooting up to a seated position with a howl of pain, her spine arched. But she promptly tumbles backward.... and Georgie absently rolls over, draping an arm across her chest in what passed for a cover--and what, at the moment, might still be enough.
ONE!
TWO!!
THRENOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!
Dawson gets a shoulder up!
Lawson remains lounged with her arm across Charlie’s chest a few moments longer, even though the blonde’s raised fist prevents a count. Maybe the A-Lister believes the blonde’s arm will soon drop? But it doesn’t. Finally, Georgie rolls over and sits up, allowing Dawson to shuffle over to her belly as well...
... which proves to be a mistake.
The Sadistic Starlet promptly goes to work, folding Charlie’s right leg around her left foot. Then, pressing the sole of boot against the blonde’s ankle, Lawson falls to her back. The combination of her hands pulling on Dawson’s right ankle and her foot pushing against the left lifts young Charlie off the canvas, eventually forcing the rookie into an agonized headstand!
HAAS OF PAIN:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=23Q-CzQ8sI0
Almost instantly, Dawson begins to shriek in excruciating pain, her eyes welling with tears. “What do you say, Charlie?” a concerned official asks.
“THE BYTCH SAYS LET ME GO BACK TO MY SANDPIT WHILE I CAN STILL WALK!!!!” Georgie answers for her.
“C’mon, Charlie...” the ref asks again, ignoring the A-Lister. “Do you want me to ring the bell?”
Positioned as she is on the crown of her skull, Dawson can’t really shake her head no. She also can’t summon coherent words, the only sounds escaping her lips howls and screams. The young blonde’s right arm lifts into the air, her hand shaking as it hovers over the mat...
Could it really end this way? Her first match in FAWN, concluding with the Darling of Desert sobbing and slapping the canvas, soon to be begging for release? It couldn’t... could it? It’s clear the FAWNatics still believe in her, as they chant, “PLEASE DON’T TAP!” But they’re not the ones suffering, and Charlie can only hope none of them even have to endure an agony like this. Charlie’s hand swiftly moves downward...
... and her fingers coil around the bottom rope!!!!
In her haste to finish off the rookie, Georgie herself had made a rookie mistake, applying the hold to close to the ropes. The referee immediately demands a release, but Lawson milks every fraction of a second she can out of his five count before relenting. Without a care in the world, the A-Lister climbs to her feet while Georgie curls into a protective shell, clutching at her knee.
Claiming a handful of hair, Lawson pulls the youngster up to her feet, Charlie’s right foot hovering an inch or two off the mat. And with Dawson on only one leg, she is easily muscled up onto the brunette’s shoulder and into a fireman’s carry. “You might have been an early hit,” Georgie taunts her. “But the TRUE hits have staying power...” Lawson then falls backward, sending Dawson into the air--just enough for the Sadistic Siren to swing a boot into Charlie’s temple.
FALLING OVERNIGHTS:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=H2ObVKtknR8
As soon as Dawson’s feet touch down, the blonde rocks back on her heels, the Darling of the Desert’s arms windmilling a couple of revolutions, her eyes well and truly crossed. Charlie then topples backward, landing in a heap, ready for Georgie to cover her and score the...
ONE!
TWO!!
THRENOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Shoulder up!
“Alright, kid,” the Sadistic Starlet hisses, peeling her nearly lifeless body off the canvas. “You’re BEGINNING to piss me off...” With an Irish whip, she sends Charlie lumbering off into the ropes, and the cables shoot the reeling blonde back to her. Pivoting on one foot, Georgie swings the other leg into the air, her heel DRILLING Dawson’s temple.
SPINNING CRESCENT KICK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=RwFUBLz0g_8
It’s almost ridiculous that the Darling of the Desert remains standing--it’s inconceivable that the blonde remains conscious as she stumbles in a lazy semi-circle. Ambling back into Georgie’s general vicinity, the A-Lister dips down, threading an arm through Dawson’s thighs and powering Charlie up onto her shoulders and into a fireman’s carry. “Say goodnight, Charlie,” Lawson says with a sly grin, then tosses her cargo to the skies. The brunette hops off her feet, laying out and tucking up her knees toward Dawson’s jaw.
STARMAKER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=SXOIx1WkS2Y
The insensate blonde spills over, gathering into a jellied heap as Georgie rolls up to her knees. “Hmmmmmm,” the wicked brunette sighs, “You’re probably too young to get that.” Leisurely draping herself across Dawson’s chest, the Sadistic Siren doesn’t bother hooking a leg. Instead, she lets her fingers slip into Charlie’s golden mane...
ONE...
TWO...
THREENOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
The count is broken, but it has absolutely nothing to do with Charlie. No, Georgie sits up, yanking the demolished Dawson up to a seated position as well with a tug of her hair. “What the hell is that about, Lawson?” an exasperated ref asks.
“Bytch wanted her 15 minutes of fame, at my expense,” Georgie answers. “We’ve only gone ten.”
Climbing to her feet, the A-Lister uses her grip on Charlie’s tresses to drag her foe’s carcass to the center of the ring. She then uses her boot to nudge the rookie’s arms and legs away from her body, leaving young Dawson a liquefied starfish. Georgie then moves to the ropes, sliding out onto the apron as the FAWNatics shower her in jeers and insults. One particular fan manages to capture her attention enough that she glares at him through every taunt and slur, deigning to answer only once he’s run out of gas.
“Why don’t you say your butthurt for someone who actually matter more?” she asks. “Y’know, like Agnes Appleby.”
Not waiting for a response, the brunette turns and starts scaling the ropes. As she nears the top it starts to dawn on her that the crowd has stopped booing. As she reaches the top, Lawson starts to straighten, even as she feels a tremor run through the rubber coated steel beneath her feet...
... and when she looks up, she is SHOCKED to see Charlie Dawson standing in front of her, the blonde’s hands plunging into her raven locks. Before she can react, the Darling of the Desert LAUNCHES herself backward, parting her legs as wide as she can to pull Georgie down between them, shocking the A-Lister (AND the FAWNatics) with her East Mountains Facebuster!
EAST MOUNTAINS FACEBUSTER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=RjrBCZLBG3k
The unbelievable resurgence of the young blonde leaves the crowd speechless, only able to express their joy in shouted sounds rather than proper words. The remarkable maneuver leaves Georgie Lawson a shuddering mass of glistening flesh, face down... but, unfortunately, Charlie herself topples over to her back after touching down as well, Dawson left nearly motionless as she blinks up at the lights.
“Georgie?” the ref asks.
No response from the brunette.
“Charlie?” he follows up.
“Unnnnnnnnhhhhhhh....” the Darling of the Desert answers in the tiniest of voices.
With little choice, the official begins to count both women out...
“ONE!
TWO!
THREE!”
Still not so much as a twitch, from either competitor...
“FOUR!
FIVE!
SIX!”
Finally, one girl starts to sit up... and the crowd groans, Georgie shaking out a few cobwebs.
“SEVEN!”
The Sadistic Siren picks herself up. Glancing over to Charlie, she smirks as she sees the young blonde’s eyelids flutter shut...
“EIGHT!” the ref bellows, what had been a double countout now threatening to spell the end of the Darling of the Desert’s debut...
“NINE!”
Suddenly, the A-Lister pushes past the zebra, grabbing a handful of hair and viciously jerking Dawson back to an unsteady vertical base. “No way you’re getting off that easy,” Lawson mutters, almost to herself, dipping and shuffling her opponent up into another fireman’s carry. Dawson hadn’t been able to kick out of the first Starmaker. She’d need to be stretchered out after the second...
STARMAKER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=SXOIx1WkS2Y
Only before the A-Lister can follow through, Charlie starts driving elbows into the side of the brunette’s skull. Again and again and again, the FAWNatics cheering louder and louder with Dawson’s renewed signs of life. And the louder THEY cheer, the louder Charlie’s elbows sound as they make contact. It takes about nine shots, but finally the Darling of the Desert is able to slip out of the backdoor.
A woozy Georgie staggers around to face Charlie, but the blonde drops to one knee, slamming a short jab into the brunette’s belly. Lawson doubles over, and a rising Charlie wheels and rushes into the ropes off the A-Lister’s right side. Charging back toward her foe, the young blonde lands the running boot to the side of the head that completes her Road Runner.
ROAD RUNNER @0:30:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Cv7t8piOTR0
Georgie’s legs buckle, but she doesn’t go down. Charlie, meanwhile, staggers in a backpedal into the near corner. Quickly hopping up onto the middle rope, Dawson waits until the Sadistic Starlet starts to rise--and when she does, the rookie springs into action, exploding off the turnbuckle and catching Lawson around the neck. Swinging around Georgie’s curvaceous frame, Charlie falls to her back, PLANTING Lawson’s skull into the canvas with her leaping tornado DDT.
LEAPING TORNADO DDT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=nfF9j9gi1mo
Quickly rolling over, Dawson settles across Georgie’s chest, hooking one leg with an arm and grapevining the other with her leg...
ONE!
TWO!!
THREENOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Lawson gets a shoulder up.<
Finally, some frustration shows through on Charlie’s face, the young blonde ripping at her own hair in disbelief. Climbing to her feet, she pulls Lawson up as well, the A-Lister’s back to the near corner. Then, showing some hops still remain in her no doubt fatigued legs, the Darling of the Desert explodes into the air. Clamping her thighs around Georgie’s head, Dawson starts to throw her weight backward, intending to take Georgie down with a frankensteiner.
FRANKENSTEINER @0:12:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=rcXbWKt60kc
Only before she can, the Sadistic Starlet’s arms rise, wrapping around her waist. Holding Charlie in the stall position, Georgie goes one further. She spins around to face the corner, and then, without the slightest hint of mercy, Lawson SWINGS the blonde down with ALL the strength she can summon. The improvised powerbomb sends Dawson’s back into the top turnbuckle.
“GYYYYYUUUUUNNNNNNNNNNNNHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” Charlie moans, her arms spilling over the cables, keeping her from plummeting to a seat in the base of the corner.
For her part, Lawson slumps forward, her chest heaving with each deep breath she takes. But she forces herself not to take too long recovering. Marching to the corner, Georgie reaches around Charlie’s head, snatching a handful of hair and guiding the young blonde out toward the center of the ring. Once there, the A-Lister trades her grip on Dawson’s tresses to across her chest, Georgie’s other hand grabbing a handful of waistband. She then hoists the fading blonde off her feet, sitting out and subjecting Charlie’s back to another spine-shattering collision, this one with the mat.
SITOUT SIDE SLAM:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=3VoM0dlZp_E
Lawson remains reclined across Dawson’s chest, the referee sliding down to slap off the...
ONE!
TWO!!
THRENOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Charlie refuses to stay down, slinging a loosely balled fist into the air.
“Seriously?” the A-Lister asks, sounding more annoyed than angry.
“Do I look like I’m joking?” he answers with a question of his own.
“You look like a joke,” Lawson answers with a sneer. Pushing to her feet, the Sadistic Starlet saunters over to the ropes, dropping into an expectant crouch as she waits for her opponent to try to rise.
As the Darling of the Desert rolls over and begins to push up to her hands and knees, the FAWNatics look to provide whatever assistance they can, beginning a chant of “LET’S GO, CHAR-LIE!” Smirking, Georgie waves both hands toward the rafters, almost daring the crowd to get louder--which they do. And as they do, Dawson shoves her way to her feet, her legs parted wide as she tries to right her balance...
... and, with Charlie thus preoccupied, Georgie charges toward her. Leaping into the air, the Sadistic Starlet wraps her legs around Dawson’s waist, and as she clamps down on her scissors, the brunette cinches her left arm around Charlie’s neck. Reaching underneath the rookie’s left arm with her right, Lawson clasps her hands together and rocks back. She had said Charlie Dawson wanted her 15 minutes of fame. Now, she would GET her 15 Minutes.
15 MINUTES:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=mM32_4g-MjU
The Darling of the Desert’s only chance to escape this is if she can maintain her footing... but it only takes one pulse of the brunette’s scissors to send Dawson collapsing to her knees. Georgie rocks to her back... mindful to keep her shoulders off the mat. Charlie’s free right arm flails at the air, but doesn’t move toward either the mat of Lawson’s back, even as the referee almost pleads with Dawson to surrender...
... and, after about ten seconds of ever-weakening thrashes, Charlie’s wing slumps to the mat. Gingerly, the official takes her wrist, lifting her arm into the air.
It falls ONCE...
It falls TWICE...
It falls THREE TIMES!!!!!!!!!!!!
“That’s it!” the zebra barks, waving toward the timekeeper. “Ring the bell!”
He does precisely that, and the announcer tells the crowd what they don’t want to hear. “Ladies and gentlemen, your winner, via knockout... GEEEOOORRRGGGIIIEEE LAAAWWWSSSOOONNN!!!!!”
In spite of that announcement, the A-Lister keeps her 15 Minutes clinched tight. “GEORGIE!” the ref shouts. “LET HER GO!”
“F*CK YOU!” the brunette snaps back. “YOU’RE GONNA DENY THIS BRAT HER LAST MOMENTS IN THE SPOTLIGHT?”
“I’M GONNA REVERSE MY DECISION IF YOU DON’T LET GO!!!!” he warns her, but the threat seemingly falls on deaf ears.
“ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
FOUR!”
Georgie lets out a disgusted sigh, but also relaxes both her arms and her legs. A nudge of her knee sends the insensate Charlie sprawling over to her back, the blonde’s eyes sealed shut, a thin line of spittle running down her left cheek.
Climbing to her feet, Lawson sends the defeated Darling of the Desert tumbling over one more time, to her stomach, before settling into a standing straddle of her hips. “YOU GET IT NOW?” Georgie shouts at the unhappy audience. “I. AM. A. F*CKING. STAR!!! AND THIS?”
Lawson jabs her heel into Charlie’s left flank, barely drawing a groan out of the youngster.
“THIS ISN’T EVEN AN UNDERSTUDY!”
With the A-Lister still looming over what was left of the valiant blonde, the referee raises her hand--prompting another torrent of jeers from the FAWNatics. “So,” Lawson says to the official. “Have any kids?”
“Ummmmmm... no?” he stammers, confused by the non sequitur.
“Want any?”
“Ummmmmm...” he again stutters. “You’re not really my type...”
“Ewwww, gross,” Georgie blanches. “No, I was just gonna recommend, if you don’t want anything to happen to your ability to father children, you might want to leave the ring. Now.”
“Ummmmmmm...” he begins to protest. But when the A-Lister cracks her knuckles, he doesn’t linger in the ring much longer. Left alone, Lawson turns her attention down toward Charlie.
“You wanted to be a part of FAWN, little girl?” Lawson asks. “Well, it’s time you learned what happens to little girls who THINK they belong here, when they don’t...”
Leaning forward, Georgie’s hands move for the clasp of Dawson’s bikini top--and the garment doesn’t put up too much of a fight before Lawson manages to pull it out from underneath her. After tossing Charlie’s top several rows back into the crowd, the Sadistic Starlet starts to reach for Dawson’s waistband...
... when the roar of the house lets Georgie know that she’s about to have company.
Samantha Sinclair
The Golden Girl dives under the bottom rope, springing back to her feet quickly... but not quickly enough. Lawson greets the new arrival with a trio of forearm shots to the chest, but Sammie soon returns fire, landing a three-spot of her own that staggers the brunette backward...
... and creates enough space between them for Sinclair to send a superkick CRACKING off of Georgie’s jaw!
The Sadistic Starlet hits the mat, cradling her head with both arms. And apparently Lawson decides that she has made enough of a point. As Sammie stoops to pull her up, Georgie rolls under the bottom rope, dropping to the floor and retreating back up the ramp. “GO TAKE CARE OF THAT LOSER!” Lawson shouts, flashing an ‘L’ sign with her left hand. “TWO OF YOU DESERVE[/b] EACH OTHER!”
“I’LL TAKE THAT AS A COMPLIMENT!” Sammie answers back, and once the A-Lister turns her back on the ring, Sinclair moves to the slowly stirring Charlie. The Golden Girl drops to one knee beside her, placing a reassuring hand on Dawson’s back. “You okay?” she asks.
The Darling of the Desert nods as she sits up, then groans from the effort. As her senses start to return to her, the youngster realizes her state of undress, and with a small gasp brings up her left arm to cover her chest. “Ummmmmmmmm...” Charlie mumbles, her cheeks growing crimson. “... hell of an ice breaker, huh?”
Sammie can’t help but chuckle, but she then reaches behind her, pulling loose the lump of pink fabric tucked into her waistband. “Here,” she says, passing the shirt over to Dawson. “Brought this for you.”
“Thanks,” Dawson responds, her voice still a little drowsy... but when she sees the Upstarts artwork on the front of the shirt, awareness comes back to her like a shot. Eyes welling, the youngster looks up at Sammie... “You... does this... mean...?"
“Put the shirt on and I’ll tell you,” Sinclair tells her.
Nodding, Charlie doesn’t hesitate another second before slipping the garment over her head.
“It means,” Sammie tells her, “that when you’re ready to come up here full-time... and I don’t think that day’s gonna be TOO far off...”
The Golden Girl offers Charlie a helping hand up.
“... WHEN you get here, you’re not gonna be on your own.”
Almost overcome, the Darling of the Desert accepts that hand. But after Sinclair pulls the blonde up to her feet, SHE pulls Sammie into a crushing embrace. The FAWN Arena responds with thunderous cheers, as well as one more chant for Miz. Dawson: “PLEASE COME BACK!”
It’s all a bit too much for her, and Charlie buries her face in Sammie’s shoulder, sobbing uncontrollably. Maybe she hadn’t won the match, but Dawson apparently HAD won two things, each much more important:
Friends, and the fans.
She had barely turned her phone back on after arriving at the Sunport in Albuquerque before she saw the text--the one that read that FAWN management had been extremely impressed with her performance in that tag match held on Jungle soil, and offering her the chance to work the opening match of FAWN’s first pay per view of 2015.
Charlie HAD to accept that invite, just to prove to herself that it was real.
It had been a whirlwind, from flying into Orlando to meeting with talent relations, meeting with those in the music department to find the right song for her, to finally taking in the arena and introducing herself to the girls in the back. She had somehow even managed to find the time to snap selfies alongside both Chloe Fields and Juliet Bloodwind!
But now, the time had come. The time to stand behind that curtain, listening to the sound of the building crowd, and wait to hear the announcer’s voice. She might not yet be a full-time member of the FAWN roster, but it still felt like a lifelong dream was about to become true.
“Ladies and gentlemen,” the announcer finally begins, “welcome to THRILLS, CHILLS AND SPILLS!!! Your opening contest is scheduled for one fall, with a twenty minute time limit. Introducing first, from Albuquerque, New Mexico by way of Spokane, Washington... She stands five feet two inches tall and weighs in tonight at one-hundred and twelve pounds... Ladies and gentlemen, all the way from Desert Divas, would you please give a warm Orlando welcome to... CHHHAAARRRLLLOOOTTTTTTEEE DAAAWWWSSSOOONNN!!!!!”
Charlie Dawson
The FAWNatics do just that, turning things up to eleven as Taylor Swift’s “Style” begins to play over the sound system. Just a couple of moments later, the stunning, bedimpled young blonde who had been generating such a buzz bursts through the curtains. Once the beaming Dawson arrives, however, they remarkably manage to raise the decibel meter further still! And yet... despite outnumbering the FAWN Arena’s capacity dwarfing the left Turn by a factor of HUNDREDS to one, somehow their roar doesn’t feel QUITE as loud to Dawson. But that doesn’t stop the youngster from bringing her hands up to her ears, covering them as if the roar might be painful--but the smile that remained planted on Charlie’s lips illustrates just how much she’s enjoying the moment. Blushing, the blonde motioned downward with her hands...
But even in Orlando, the capacity crowd will have none of it.
Finally, Charlie shrugs her shoulders and takes off toward the ring.
Charlie might not be an expert in architecture, but it feels to her that the length of the aisle down to the FAWN ring might be longer than the whole BUILDING known as the Left Turn--and the number of waiting fans along either side of the railing might very nearly equal the developmental facility’s full capacity. But that doesn’t stop Dawson from trying to make sure she slaps EVERY single hand offered her way--and ESPECIALLY the younger ones.
Finally, the Darling of the Desert turns and darts to the ring. After sliding under the bottom rope, Dawson springs to her feet. After unzipping her hot pink hoodie, Charlie slips off the garment, revealing a light blue fightin’ two piece that, in spite of its somewhat modest and innocent cut still manages to raise the blood pressure of quite a few spectators. Charlotte moves to her corner, taking a moment to adjust her white pads before she started stretching, preparing to fight the biggest battle of her young life--in front of more eyes that had possibly watched her compete in her entire career to date.
The FAWNatics sound more than ready for that fight, and more than ready to witness it RIGHT NOW... at which point, a commotion at the top of the ramp begins to draw some interest from the full house. Several burly young men emerge at the top of the ramp, working quickly to… unfurl a long and luxurious stretch of carpet—red, of course—which now extends from the entrance all the way to the end of the aisle.
“And her opponent,” the announcer declares, “hailing from Hollywood, CA by way of Newark, NJ… She stands five feet seven inches tall and weighs in tonight at one hundred and twenty-seven pounds… Please welcome…”
His voice trails off as a new disturbance emerges—namely, another group of young men, all carrying cameras, coming out from backstage. Clearing his throat, the announcer resumes, “Please welcome the one, the only… GEEEOOORRRGGGIIIEEE LAAAWWWSSSOOONNN!!!!!”
Georgie Lawson
Joan Jett & the Blackhearts “Do You Wanna Touch Me” pulses out over the arena speakers, and the various flashbulbs from the fauxparazi both signal the imminent arrival of FAWN’s starlet turned would-be wrestling superstar. The breathtaking youngster makes her appearance shortly after the lyrics begin, long ebony locks contrasting perfectly with creamy porcelain skin. Aside from her face, hands and a little bit of neckline, her frame is covered by a blood red robe that almost—if you squint—resembles the sort of dress one would expect to see on an actress at a movie premiere.
“DO YOU WANNA TOUCH ME?”:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=XELpxApT8Kc&feature=related
Georgie makes her way down the aisle slowly, frequently pausing, turning, and posing for the next shot from her photogs. The bright smile on her lips is completely at odds with loud and hearty boos from the crowd, but either she fails to notice or fails to care. Reaching the ring at long last, Lawson scales the steps before sliding through the ropes and moving toward her corner. It’s then that Georgie teasingly starts to let her robe slip off her shoulders, gradually revealing a black and white two piece—the bottoms in an incredibly enticing ‘V’ cut, primarily black with white trim, while the black cups of the top are supported by white straps.
Lawson saunters over to the announcer, looking at him in expectant fashion. When he simply stares back, dumbfounded, the A-List Brat extends her hand, nodding toward his microphone. Snatching the stick from his hand the instant he starts to offer it, Georgie turns toward Charlie. “There appears to be a bit of a misunderstand, sweetie,” the Sadistic Starlet tells her with a venomous smile. “This is FAWN. This is the home of the A List, the creme de la creme. THIS is where anyone who IS anyone competes. Think of FAWN’s title belts as Oscars, dearheart. Treasure Tavern is down the street.”
“Oh, I KNOW where I am,” Charlie replies, tacking on a very pointed, “sweetheart. And I know this may be my first time here. But everyone starts somewhere, Georgie. Even you did. And I’m gonna start with kicking your ASS@!”
The crowd ERUPTS, even before the toll of the bell, clearly taken with the newcomer’s fighting spirit. They cheer loudly again when the bell finally sounds, bringing both women back to the center of the ring. And, in spite of her promise of moments ago, Dawson extends her hand to the veteran, which Georgie eyes in suspicion.
“Look,” Charlie says, “I know you don’t like me. I’m not too crazy about you, either. But... you ARE where I want to be. You’ve done it. You’ve earned it. So, no, I don’t like you... but I RESPECT you.”
For a moment, Lawson says nothing. Then, with a shrug of her shoulders, the A-Lister’s hand begins to move toward Charlie, the crowd ready to cheer this unexpected show of sportswomansh...
Without warning, Georgie’s hand changes course--from Dawson’s hand to her face, the Sadistic Starlet MASHING her palm into the young blonde’s mug, shoving her away with a pieface. “YOU HAVEN’T EVEN EARNED THE RIGHT TO TOUCH ME!!!!” Lawson shrieks. “At least not until after I’m done with you, and you get the honor of planting your lips on my aaAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!”
If the brunette had thought her foe would be cowed by her actions or her words, she’s proven profoundly mistaken. As soon as she recovers her balance, Charlie EXPLODES toward Georgie, smashing forearm after forearm after forearm into Lawson’s chest, pounding the Sadistic Starlet into retreat. Once the duo reach the ropes, Dawson snatches her wrist and sets her feet, launching Georgie on her way with an Irish whip...
... or not.
Instead, the Sinister Screen Queen reverses the whip, launching Charlie on her way in her stead. Marching out to meet the young blonde at mid-ring, Lawson takes a side step, preparing to take the blonde down with a hip toss. But instead, Dawson springs into the air of her own accord, wrapping her legs around Lawson’s waist, facing down to the canvas. Before Georgie can make use of the wheelbarrow position the rookie has delightfully gifted herself to Lawson in, however, the Darling of the Desert swings down and between Lawson’s stems with enough force to rip her more experienced foe. Georgie finds herself rolled up tightly, Charlie sitting atop her chest with firm control of her opponent’s legs via the Casadora Victory Roll!
CASSADORA VICTORY ROLL:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Y7QSgqm9Ge8
ONE!
TWO!!
THREE?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!
Dawson tumbles away as Georgie bucks loose, the brunette similarly rolling up to her knees. Screaming in fury, Lawson slaps the mat with both hands, unable to believe that she had lost to such a rookie, so very quickly...
... but then, where was the bell? All Georgie could hear was the roar of the masses. She looks up to the official, and lets out a DEEP breath when she sees him hold up only TWO fingers. Relieved, the veteran begins to rise, not even bothering to check for Charlie’s position...
... which proves to be a mistake.
The young blond shoots off the ropes off Lawson’s left flank, catching the Sadistic Starlet around the neck and taking her to the canvas with a crisp twisting neckbreaker.
TWISTING NECKBREAKER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=SH53y6_6UFk
Again, the blonde throws herself across Lawson’s chest, hooking both legs.
ONE!
TWO!!
Georgie kicks loose.
Lawson quickly rolls over to her belly, preventing a second attempt at a cover... but that’s not enough to keep young Charlie off the offensive. Dawson quickly moves to the veteran’s feet, and makes short work of stuffing Georgie’s right boot into the pit of her left knee. Using her thigh to keep those gams locked in place, the Darling of the Desert then claims Georgie’s right arm, slapping on an STF Armbar.
STF ARMBAR @0:25:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=XHMSSwV_K84
Charlie wrenches on that captive limb, so focused on working her armbar that it takes the young blonde a few moments to realize that she’s inspired her first chant inside the FAWN Arena. “TAP!” the crowd urges Georgie. And, just in case the groaning Lawson didn’t hear her, they keep repeating it. “TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP!”
Also, the Sadistic Siren has no intentions of giving the FAWNatics what they want. And, with the ropes nowhere near within her reach, Georgie turns to other, less ethical means of ending this torment. Twisting to the side, Lawson’s free arm flashes forward, her talons finding and RAKING across Charlie’s eyes. Dawson lets out a piercing shriek, her hands having no choice but to release the armbar, the blonde’s hands flying to her face.
Her wing free, Lawson manages to scoot forward, drawing her legs out from under Dawson’s restraint. Georgie scrambles back to her feet, Charlie trailing only slightly in regaining her verticality. But with one hand still rubbing at her eyes, Dawson can’t see the A-Lister launch a low dropkick that catches the blonde flush in her left kneecap.
Charlie lets out a loud wail as she sinks to one knee, Lawson quickly picking herself up and sprinting into the ropes behind the kneeling blonde. Rebound off the strands, Georgie hops to land a plant foot atop Dawson’s left thigh--and swings her right boot into the back of Charlie’s noggin, catching the youngster with a glimmering warlock.
GLIMMERING WARLOCK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=q8Ps0BWT82c
The sound of bootleather echoing off of cranium continues to hover in the air for a few moments--much like Charlie herself continues to hover on one-knee, gently swaying, rather than toppling over. Still, her dulled eyes indicate just how well the brunette had connected. Climbing to her feet, Georgie comes up behind Dawson and, reaching under the youngster’s limp arms, she pulls Charlie up to her feet. Lawson then slips her arms underneath those of the Darling of the Desert, slapping on a full nelson with little resistance.
“What do you sa...” the referee start to ask, but Georgie cuts him off.
“Oh, she’s probably ready to run home,” the A-Lister snaps. “But this isn’t about her.” Without another word, Lawson powers Charlie off her feet and into the air, the brunette sitting out and DRIVING Charlie’s tailbone into the thinly padded plywood via her full nelson atomic drop.
FULL NELSON ATOMIC DROP:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=NWMOPe82Kvs
The blonde’s backside hits with such force that Dawson is launched back to her feet, landing and staggering around on her tippy-toes, both hands rubbing her stinging cheeks. Getting back to her feet with a little more effort than her opponent, Georgie meets her prey and pulls one of those hands away from Charlie’s bum. Lawson launches the rookie toward the ropes. Catching the blonde on the rebound, Georgie scoops Charlie off her feet, pivoting on one heel and DRIVING Dawson to the canvas with a ring-rocking spinebuster.
SPINEBUSTER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=0-RcSahbrjE
Leaning forward from her knees, between Charlie’s parted stems, the Sadistic Siren plants both her hands atop Dawson’s shoulders. It was a leisurely cover to be sure, but after THAT spinebuster, did it NEED to be more?
ONE!
TWO!!
THRNOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!
Charlie kicks out.
The referee braises himself for the torrent of verbal abuse he expects from Lawson’s way... only none comes. Indeed, the A-Lister almost looks pleased that she gets to play with Charlie a little more, judging by the smirk on her lips. Scraping the youngster off the canvas, Georgie shoves her back into the ropes. Bodying in, Lawson again snatches a wrist and performs an Irish whip, this time intending to catch the returning rookie with a devastating sidewalk slam.
Scooping the small blonde up proves easy enough, but as she begins to swing her cargo into place, Dawson provides a little extra oomph to the gesture. This allows Charlie to swivel around, the Darling of the Desert now FACING her foe--and wrapping her legs tightly around Georgie’s midsection. In the next instant, Dawson laces her arm Lawson’s neck and ROCKS back, cinching in the guillotine choke.
TILT-A-WHIRL GUILLOTINE CHOKE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=XL1HnBemIbM
Suddenly, with the newcomer back on offense, the FAWNatics become more raucous, rising to the feet and cheering on an impending knockout. The official asks if Georgie is ready to call it a night, but she wags a scolding finger in his direction. “Come on, Georgie,” Charlie mutters, her teeth clinched as she tries to pour on as much pressure as she can manage. “Say goodnight...”
Lawson doesn’t attempt to answer, fully aware of just how precious to her oxygen is at the moment. Instead, she balls her right fist, and begins pounding clubbing blows into Charlie’s lower back. It takes nearly a half dozen, but finally she can feel the blonde’s scissors gain a little slack, and when she does, Georgie works HER other arm up and around Dawson’s neck. After ramming one more punch into her opponent’s lower back for good measure, the Sadistic Starlet not only pulls Charlie’s gams away from her waist--she hoists the blonde into the air. The crowd might not like her, but they’d HAVE to show some appreciation when she managed to counter Charlie’s chokeout into a front suplex.
FRONT SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=1KXs6KRP0DQ
Only AGAIN, Dawson proves quite adept at shifting her body in mid-flight. Instead of crashing to her chest, Charlie manages to land on her feet--a fact that renders Georgie wide-eyed in amazement as she straightens up. Shock turns to anger when the youngster flashes her a bright smile and a cheery wave, Lawson surging forward and looking to take the brat’s head off with a clothesline...
... only to come up empty. This time, the Darling of the Desert goes south, falling to her right hip and sliding through Georgie’s legs. It takes a moment for the A-Lister to gather her momentum, but she quickly spins around...
Not quickly enough. For not only is Charlie back off the mat, she’s also left her feet., diving toward the A-Lister. Clamping an arm around Georgie’s neck, Dawson swings her legs into the air, abruptly falling backward and SPIKING the crown of Lawson’s skull into the mat with a jumping DDT! Georgie flops over into a boneless starfish, arms and legs spilling in all directions. And when Charlie applies the lateral press, it’s inconceivable to the FAWNatics that Lawson has enough of her senses left to find an answer.
JUMPING DDT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=SSfRQxaHXbU
ONE!
TWO!!
THRENOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!
Remarkably, Georgie gets a shoulder up.
Dawson pops back to her feet, and in the blink of an eye has spun so that her back is to the sprawled starlet. Charlie then vaults off her feet, gaining jaw-dropping elevation before flipping through the air and CRASHING down across Georgie’s torso with a standing moonsault.
STANDING MOONSAULT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=U1IgIbsFxQc
Remaining in position atop her foe, Dawson gathers up and hooks BOTH legs, collecting the...
ONE!
TWO!!
THREENOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Lawson gets another shoulder up.
Again, the rookie doesn’t bother to argue. Instead, she climbs to her feet, a little more gracefully that the clumsy brunette trailing behind. As Georgie struggles to right herself, Dawson sprints into the ropes, rebounding off the rubber coated steel and dashing back at her foe. For the second time tonight, the Darling of the Desert swings around as she leaps toward the brunette, her legs latching around Lawson’s waist. And for the second time tonight, the A-Lister proves incapable of taking advantage of the wheelbarrow. Charlie’s hands hit the mat, the blonde sending herself aloft again with a push. As her shapely legs now swing out in front of her, Dawson reaches over her shoulder. Capturing the brunette’s head and pulling her jaw over the blonde’s shoulder, Charlie lays out, welcoming the Sadistic Siren to the Land of Enchantment.
LAND OF ENCHANTMENT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=sstkeirqtJ4
Georgie looks ready for the pin, and the FAWNatics are certainly ready to celebrate the birth of a new star with a Charlie cover... but the blonde intends to finish tonight off in grand fashion. Hopping up to her feet, Dawson wastes no time in heading to the ropes, slipping out onto the apron. As she climbs to the top rope, the crowd begins to chant, “CHAR-LIE! CHAR-LIE!” Sinking into a crouch on the turnbuckle, the Darling of the Desert raises her right hand, beckoning the masses to cheer louder as Georgie struggles to a vertical base. The Sadistic Starlet is ready to make Lawson the first in FAWN to fall to the Charlie Cutter.
CHARLIE CUTTER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=P53Lflg9OC0
Dawson waits for the brunette to take a turn toward the corner, but instead, Lawson swings drunkenly in the other direction--throwing an equally discombobulated punch as she does. The crowd laughs... but their cause for merriment proves to be short-lived. The force with which Georgie slings her haymaker sends the Sadistic Starlet stumbling into the ropes. And when her one-hundred and twenty-seven pounds meets and shakes the rubber coated steel, Charlie's balance is the casualty. Her crotch is the second, Dawson’s downward journey ending when the turnbuckle bisects her thighs.
The youngster lets out a trembling whimper, barely audible to anyone outside of the ring... but for Georgie, as she locates her anguished opponent, it seems to give Lawson renewed strength. Stalking over to the corner, she mounts the ropes from inside the ring, climbing to the middle strand... and then the top. Wrapping an arm around the blonde’s neck, Georgie pulls Charlie up to stand on the top rope as well. And then, popping her hips, Lawson sends the Darling of the Desert plummeting to the mat with a superplex!
The landing is no walk in the park for the Sadistic Starlet, but there’s little denying that Charlie takes the brunt of it. The young blonde is sent shooting up to a seated position with a howl of pain, her spine arched. But she promptly tumbles backward.... and Georgie absently rolls over, draping an arm across her chest in what passed for a cover--and what, at the moment, might still be enough.
ONE!
TWO!!
THRENOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!
Dawson gets a shoulder up!
Lawson remains lounged with her arm across Charlie’s chest a few moments longer, even though the blonde’s raised fist prevents a count. Maybe the A-Lister believes the blonde’s arm will soon drop? But it doesn’t. Finally, Georgie rolls over and sits up, allowing Dawson to shuffle over to her belly as well...
... which proves to be a mistake.
The Sadistic Starlet promptly goes to work, folding Charlie’s right leg around her left foot. Then, pressing the sole of boot against the blonde’s ankle, Lawson falls to her back. The combination of her hands pulling on Dawson’s right ankle and her foot pushing against the left lifts young Charlie off the canvas, eventually forcing the rookie into an agonized headstand!
HAAS OF PAIN:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=23Q-CzQ8sI0
Almost instantly, Dawson begins to shriek in excruciating pain, her eyes welling with tears. “What do you say, Charlie?” a concerned official asks.
“THE BYTCH SAYS LET ME GO BACK TO MY SANDPIT WHILE I CAN STILL WALK!!!!” Georgie answers for her.
“C’mon, Charlie...” the ref asks again, ignoring the A-Lister. “Do you want me to ring the bell?”
Positioned as she is on the crown of her skull, Dawson can’t really shake her head no. She also can’t summon coherent words, the only sounds escaping her lips howls and screams. The young blonde’s right arm lifts into the air, her hand shaking as it hovers over the mat...
Could it really end this way? Her first match in FAWN, concluding with the Darling of Desert sobbing and slapping the canvas, soon to be begging for release? It couldn’t... could it? It’s clear the FAWNatics still believe in her, as they chant, “PLEASE DON’T TAP!” But they’re not the ones suffering, and Charlie can only hope none of them even have to endure an agony like this. Charlie’s hand swiftly moves downward...
... and her fingers coil around the bottom rope!!!!
In her haste to finish off the rookie, Georgie herself had made a rookie mistake, applying the hold to close to the ropes. The referee immediately demands a release, but Lawson milks every fraction of a second she can out of his five count before relenting. Without a care in the world, the A-Lister climbs to her feet while Georgie curls into a protective shell, clutching at her knee.
Claiming a handful of hair, Lawson pulls the youngster up to her feet, Charlie’s right foot hovering an inch or two off the mat. And with Dawson on only one leg, she is easily muscled up onto the brunette’s shoulder and into a fireman’s carry. “You might have been an early hit,” Georgie taunts her. “But the TRUE hits have staying power...” Lawson then falls backward, sending Dawson into the air--just enough for the Sadistic Siren to swing a boot into Charlie’s temple.
FALLING OVERNIGHTS:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=H2ObVKtknR8
As soon as Dawson’s feet touch down, the blonde rocks back on her heels, the Darling of the Desert’s arms windmilling a couple of revolutions, her eyes well and truly crossed. Charlie then topples backward, landing in a heap, ready for Georgie to cover her and score the...
ONE!
TWO!!
THRENOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Shoulder up!
“Alright, kid,” the Sadistic Starlet hisses, peeling her nearly lifeless body off the canvas. “You’re BEGINNING to piss me off...” With an Irish whip, she sends Charlie lumbering off into the ropes, and the cables shoot the reeling blonde back to her. Pivoting on one foot, Georgie swings the other leg into the air, her heel DRILLING Dawson’s temple.
SPINNING CRESCENT KICK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=RwFUBLz0g_8
It’s almost ridiculous that the Darling of the Desert remains standing--it’s inconceivable that the blonde remains conscious as she stumbles in a lazy semi-circle. Ambling back into Georgie’s general vicinity, the A-Lister dips down, threading an arm through Dawson’s thighs and powering Charlie up onto her shoulders and into a fireman’s carry. “Say goodnight, Charlie,” Lawson says with a sly grin, then tosses her cargo to the skies. The brunette hops off her feet, laying out and tucking up her knees toward Dawson’s jaw.
STARMAKER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=SXOIx1WkS2Y
The insensate blonde spills over, gathering into a jellied heap as Georgie rolls up to her knees. “Hmmmmmm,” the wicked brunette sighs, “You’re probably too young to get that.” Leisurely draping herself across Dawson’s chest, the Sadistic Siren doesn’t bother hooking a leg. Instead, she lets her fingers slip into Charlie’s golden mane...
ONE...
TWO...
THREENOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
The count is broken, but it has absolutely nothing to do with Charlie. No, Georgie sits up, yanking the demolished Dawson up to a seated position as well with a tug of her hair. “What the hell is that about, Lawson?” an exasperated ref asks.
“Bytch wanted her 15 minutes of fame, at my expense,” Georgie answers. “We’ve only gone ten.”
Climbing to her feet, the A-Lister uses her grip on Charlie’s tresses to drag her foe’s carcass to the center of the ring. She then uses her boot to nudge the rookie’s arms and legs away from her body, leaving young Dawson a liquefied starfish. Georgie then moves to the ropes, sliding out onto the apron as the FAWNatics shower her in jeers and insults. One particular fan manages to capture her attention enough that she glares at him through every taunt and slur, deigning to answer only once he’s run out of gas.
“Why don’t you say your butthurt for someone who actually matter more?” she asks. “Y’know, like Agnes Appleby.”
Not waiting for a response, the brunette turns and starts scaling the ropes. As she nears the top it starts to dawn on her that the crowd has stopped booing. As she reaches the top, Lawson starts to straighten, even as she feels a tremor run through the rubber coated steel beneath her feet...
... and when she looks up, she is SHOCKED to see Charlie Dawson standing in front of her, the blonde’s hands plunging into her raven locks. Before she can react, the Darling of the Desert LAUNCHES herself backward, parting her legs as wide as she can to pull Georgie down between them, shocking the A-Lister (AND the FAWNatics) with her East Mountains Facebuster!
EAST MOUNTAINS FACEBUSTER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=RjrBCZLBG3k
The unbelievable resurgence of the young blonde leaves the crowd speechless, only able to express their joy in shouted sounds rather than proper words. The remarkable maneuver leaves Georgie Lawson a shuddering mass of glistening flesh, face down... but, unfortunately, Charlie herself topples over to her back after touching down as well, Dawson left nearly motionless as she blinks up at the lights.
“Georgie?” the ref asks.
No response from the brunette.
“Charlie?” he follows up.
“Unnnnnnnnhhhhhhh....” the Darling of the Desert answers in the tiniest of voices.
With little choice, the official begins to count both women out...
“ONE!
TWO!
THREE!”
Still not so much as a twitch, from either competitor...
“FOUR!
FIVE!
SIX!”
Finally, one girl starts to sit up... and the crowd groans, Georgie shaking out a few cobwebs.
“SEVEN!”
The Sadistic Siren picks herself up. Glancing over to Charlie, she smirks as she sees the young blonde’s eyelids flutter shut...
“EIGHT!” the ref bellows, what had been a double countout now threatening to spell the end of the Darling of the Desert’s debut...
“NINE!”
Suddenly, the A-Lister pushes past the zebra, grabbing a handful of hair and viciously jerking Dawson back to an unsteady vertical base. “No way you’re getting off that easy,” Lawson mutters, almost to herself, dipping and shuffling her opponent up into another fireman’s carry. Dawson hadn’t been able to kick out of the first Starmaker. She’d need to be stretchered out after the second...
STARMAKER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=SXOIx1WkS2Y
Only before the A-Lister can follow through, Charlie starts driving elbows into the side of the brunette’s skull. Again and again and again, the FAWNatics cheering louder and louder with Dawson’s renewed signs of life. And the louder THEY cheer, the louder Charlie’s elbows sound as they make contact. It takes about nine shots, but finally the Darling of the Desert is able to slip out of the backdoor.
A woozy Georgie staggers around to face Charlie, but the blonde drops to one knee, slamming a short jab into the brunette’s belly. Lawson doubles over, and a rising Charlie wheels and rushes into the ropes off the A-Lister’s right side. Charging back toward her foe, the young blonde lands the running boot to the side of the head that completes her Road Runner.
ROAD RUNNER @0:30:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Cv7t8piOTR0
Georgie’s legs buckle, but she doesn’t go down. Charlie, meanwhile, staggers in a backpedal into the near corner. Quickly hopping up onto the middle rope, Dawson waits until the Sadistic Starlet starts to rise--and when she does, the rookie springs into action, exploding off the turnbuckle and catching Lawson around the neck. Swinging around Georgie’s curvaceous frame, Charlie falls to her back, PLANTING Lawson’s skull into the canvas with her leaping tornado DDT.
LEAPING TORNADO DDT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=nfF9j9gi1mo
Quickly rolling over, Dawson settles across Georgie’s chest, hooking one leg with an arm and grapevining the other with her leg...
ONE!
TWO!!
THREENOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Lawson gets a shoulder up.<
Finally, some frustration shows through on Charlie’s face, the young blonde ripping at her own hair in disbelief. Climbing to her feet, she pulls Lawson up as well, the A-Lister’s back to the near corner. Then, showing some hops still remain in her no doubt fatigued legs, the Darling of the Desert explodes into the air. Clamping her thighs around Georgie’s head, Dawson starts to throw her weight backward, intending to take Georgie down with a frankensteiner.
FRANKENSTEINER @0:12:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=rcXbWKt60kc
Only before she can, the Sadistic Starlet’s arms rise, wrapping around her waist. Holding Charlie in the stall position, Georgie goes one further. She spins around to face the corner, and then, without the slightest hint of mercy, Lawson SWINGS the blonde down with ALL the strength she can summon. The improvised powerbomb sends Dawson’s back into the top turnbuckle.
“GYYYYYUUUUUNNNNNNNNNNNNHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” Charlie moans, her arms spilling over the cables, keeping her from plummeting to a seat in the base of the corner.
For her part, Lawson slumps forward, her chest heaving with each deep breath she takes. But she forces herself not to take too long recovering. Marching to the corner, Georgie reaches around Charlie’s head, snatching a handful of hair and guiding the young blonde out toward the center of the ring. Once there, the A-Lister trades her grip on Dawson’s tresses to across her chest, Georgie’s other hand grabbing a handful of waistband. She then hoists the fading blonde off her feet, sitting out and subjecting Charlie’s back to another spine-shattering collision, this one with the mat.
SITOUT SIDE SLAM:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=3VoM0dlZp_E
Lawson remains reclined across Dawson’s chest, the referee sliding down to slap off the...
ONE!
TWO!!
THRENOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Charlie refuses to stay down, slinging a loosely balled fist into the air.
“Seriously?” the A-Lister asks, sounding more annoyed than angry.
“Do I look like I’m joking?” he answers with a question of his own.
“You look like a joke,” Lawson answers with a sneer. Pushing to her feet, the Sadistic Starlet saunters over to the ropes, dropping into an expectant crouch as she waits for her opponent to try to rise.
As the Darling of the Desert rolls over and begins to push up to her hands and knees, the FAWNatics look to provide whatever assistance they can, beginning a chant of “LET’S GO, CHAR-LIE!” Smirking, Georgie waves both hands toward the rafters, almost daring the crowd to get louder--which they do. And as they do, Dawson shoves her way to her feet, her legs parted wide as she tries to right her balance...
... and, with Charlie thus preoccupied, Georgie charges toward her. Leaping into the air, the Sadistic Starlet wraps her legs around Dawson’s waist, and as she clamps down on her scissors, the brunette cinches her left arm around Charlie’s neck. Reaching underneath the rookie’s left arm with her right, Lawson clasps her hands together and rocks back. She had said Charlie Dawson wanted her 15 minutes of fame. Now, she would GET her 15 Minutes.
15 MINUTES:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=mM32_4g-MjU
The Darling of the Desert’s only chance to escape this is if she can maintain her footing... but it only takes one pulse of the brunette’s scissors to send Dawson collapsing to her knees. Georgie rocks to her back... mindful to keep her shoulders off the mat. Charlie’s free right arm flails at the air, but doesn’t move toward either the mat of Lawson’s back, even as the referee almost pleads with Dawson to surrender...
... and, after about ten seconds of ever-weakening thrashes, Charlie’s wing slumps to the mat. Gingerly, the official takes her wrist, lifting her arm into the air.
It falls ONCE...
It falls TWICE...
It falls THREE TIMES!!!!!!!!!!!!
“That’s it!” the zebra barks, waving toward the timekeeper. “Ring the bell!”
He does precisely that, and the announcer tells the crowd what they don’t want to hear. “Ladies and gentlemen, your winner, via knockout... GEEEOOORRRGGGIIIEEE LAAAWWWSSSOOONNN!!!!!”
In spite of that announcement, the A-Lister keeps her 15 Minutes clinched tight. “GEORGIE!” the ref shouts. “LET HER GO!”
“F*CK YOU!” the brunette snaps back. “YOU’RE GONNA DENY THIS BRAT HER LAST MOMENTS IN THE SPOTLIGHT?”
“I’M GONNA REVERSE MY DECISION IF YOU DON’T LET GO!!!!” he warns her, but the threat seemingly falls on deaf ears.
“ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
FOUR!”
Georgie lets out a disgusted sigh, but also relaxes both her arms and her legs. A nudge of her knee sends the insensate Charlie sprawling over to her back, the blonde’s eyes sealed shut, a thin line of spittle running down her left cheek.
Climbing to her feet, Lawson sends the defeated Darling of the Desert tumbling over one more time, to her stomach, before settling into a standing straddle of her hips. “YOU GET IT NOW?” Georgie shouts at the unhappy audience. “I. AM. A. F*CKING. STAR!!! AND THIS?”
Lawson jabs her heel into Charlie’s left flank, barely drawing a groan out of the youngster.
“THIS ISN’T EVEN AN UNDERSTUDY!”
With the A-Lister still looming over what was left of the valiant blonde, the referee raises her hand--prompting another torrent of jeers from the FAWNatics. “So,” Lawson says to the official. “Have any kids?”
“Ummmmmm... no?” he stammers, confused by the non sequitur.
“Want any?”
“Ummmmmm...” he again stutters. “You’re not really my type...”
“Ewwww, gross,” Georgie blanches. “No, I was just gonna recommend, if you don’t want anything to happen to your ability to father children, you might want to leave the ring. Now.”
“Ummmmmmm...” he begins to protest. But when the A-Lister cracks her knuckles, he doesn’t linger in the ring much longer. Left alone, Lawson turns her attention down toward Charlie.
“You wanted to be a part of FAWN, little girl?” Lawson asks. “Well, it’s time you learned what happens to little girls who THINK they belong here, when they don’t...”
Leaning forward, Georgie’s hands move for the clasp of Dawson’s bikini top--and the garment doesn’t put up too much of a fight before Lawson manages to pull it out from underneath her. After tossing Charlie’s top several rows back into the crowd, the Sadistic Starlet starts to reach for Dawson’s waistband...
... when the roar of the house lets Georgie know that she’s about to have company.
Samantha Sinclair
The Golden Girl dives under the bottom rope, springing back to her feet quickly... but not quickly enough. Lawson greets the new arrival with a trio of forearm shots to the chest, but Sammie soon returns fire, landing a three-spot of her own that staggers the brunette backward...
... and creates enough space between them for Sinclair to send a superkick CRACKING off of Georgie’s jaw!
The Sadistic Starlet hits the mat, cradling her head with both arms. And apparently Lawson decides that she has made enough of a point. As Sammie stoops to pull her up, Georgie rolls under the bottom rope, dropping to the floor and retreating back up the ramp. “GO TAKE CARE OF THAT LOSER!” Lawson shouts, flashing an ‘L’ sign with her left hand. “TWO OF YOU DESERVE[/b] EACH OTHER!”
“I’LL TAKE THAT AS A COMPLIMENT!” Sammie answers back, and once the A-Lister turns her back on the ring, Sinclair moves to the slowly stirring Charlie. The Golden Girl drops to one knee beside her, placing a reassuring hand on Dawson’s back. “You okay?” she asks.
The Darling of the Desert nods as she sits up, then groans from the effort. As her senses start to return to her, the youngster realizes her state of undress, and with a small gasp brings up her left arm to cover her chest. “Ummmmmmmmm...” Charlie mumbles, her cheeks growing crimson. “... hell of an ice breaker, huh?”
Sammie can’t help but chuckle, but she then reaches behind her, pulling loose the lump of pink fabric tucked into her waistband. “Here,” she says, passing the shirt over to Dawson. “Brought this for you.”
“Thanks,” Dawson responds, her voice still a little drowsy... but when she sees the Upstarts artwork on the front of the shirt, awareness comes back to her like a shot. Eyes welling, the youngster looks up at Sammie... “You... does this... mean...?"
“Put the shirt on and I’ll tell you,” Sinclair tells her.
Nodding, Charlie doesn’t hesitate another second before slipping the garment over her head.
“It means,” Sammie tells her, “that when you’re ready to come up here full-time... and I don’t think that day’s gonna be TOO far off...”
The Golden Girl offers Charlie a helping hand up.
“... WHEN you get here, you’re not gonna be on your own.”
Almost overcome, the Darling of the Desert accepts that hand. But after Sinclair pulls the blonde up to her feet, SHE pulls Sammie into a crushing embrace. The FAWN Arena responds with thunderous cheers, as well as one more chant for Miz. Dawson: “PLEASE COME BACK!”
It’s all a bit too much for her, and Charlie buries her face in Sammie’s shoulder, sobbing uncontrollably. Maybe she hadn’t won the match, but Dawson apparently HAD won two things, each much more important:
Friends, and the fans.
