Post by SammieSinclair on Mar 8, 2015 21:15:04 GMT
The sound and smell of pyro was still heavy in the air when the Announcer stepped into the spotlight for the first time. “Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to Heartbroken! Your opening contest this evening is scheduled for one fall, with a twenty minute time limit. Introducing first, at a total combined weight of two-hundred and twenty-six pounds ... Ladies and gentlemen, all the way from Desert Divas, would you please give a warm Orlando welcome to Charlotte Dawson and Skylar Mitchell, otherwise known as... AMMMEEERRRIIICCCAAA’S SWWWEEEETTTHHHEEEAAARRRTTTSSS!”
CHARLIE DAWSON:
SKYE MITCHELL:
The FAWNatics did just that, turning things up to eleven as Taylor Swift’s ‘Style’ began to play over the sound system. Even in defeat, young Charlie had made a considerable impression on the Orlando faithful. And for her to be back with a friend...
STYLE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=lDn5m9ZUVJI
Just a couple of moments later, the stunning, bedimpled young blonde who’d generated such a buzz burst through the curtains. Once the beaming Dawson arrived, however, the crowd remarkably managed to raise the decibel meter further still! And yet... despite the FAWN Arena’s capacity dwarfing the Left Turn by a factor of HUNDREDS to one, somehow their roar didn’t feel QUITE as loud to Dawson. But that didn’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 illustrated just how much she’s enjoying the moment. Blushing, the blonde motioned downward with her hands...
But even in Orlando, the capacity crowd wouls have none of it--especially not with her partner standing behind her, waving her hands UPWARD frantically, beckoning the FAWNatics to keep the love coming. As frenetic as Skylar’s arms were moving, perhaps Charlie caught a bit of a blur out of the corner of her eye, prompting her to spin around...
The kid might be quick, but not quick enough. By the time she’s facing Skye, her fellow youngster’s hands were clasped behind her back, and she looked up toward the lights, whistling in pure innocence.
Charlie shakes her head at her partner before turning and taking off toward the ring. Skylar followed suit almost immediately. The Sweethearts made it a point to slap EVERY single hand offered her way--and ESPECIALLY the younger ones.
Finally, the Darling of the Desert and the Lil’est Mitchell slid under the bottom rope, springing to her feet. The duo unzipped their hot pink hoodies, Charlie slipping off hers to reveal a light blue fightin’ two piece that, in spite of its somewhat modest and innocent cut still managed to raise the blood pressure of quite a few spectators. For her part, Skye sports a royal purple lycra bikini top and short shorts, with white pads and boots.
(Old school FAWN fans might note the distinct similarity in Skylar’s togs, and the gear worn by her older sister Cynthia at the beginning of her career...)
Charlotte and Skye moved to their corner, taking a moment to adjust their pads before stretching, preparing to for the opportunity to set the tag division on its ear...
With the visitors from out west busy ingratiating themselves to the fans, the Announcer summoned a pair who didn’t give a good goddamn about appealing to the slovenly masses. “And introducing their opponents, hailing from Morningside California and weighing in at a combined two hundred and seventy one pounds. This is Lucy Harker and Mina Murray. Alone they are better than you could ever hope to be, together THEY… ARE… SCANDALOUS!”
Cage the Elephant twanged to life and the Heartbroken crowd leapt outta their seats to properly denigrate FAWN’s resident tabloid terrors. Smirking even before they stepped through the curtain, Harker and Murray each kissed their fingertips pageant style, then raised ’em to the rafters to better salute the Sheeple.
LUCY HARKER:
MINA MURRAY:
For their return to the glorious land of FAWN PPV, Lucy and Mina wore heartstoppin’ fightin’ one-pieces adorned with high cut hips, a plunging neckline and a light dusting of silver glitter -- Lucy’s was a deep threatening blue with matching white pads and boots and Mina’s was gleaming white, her boots and pads coordinated to match Harker’s togs.
More than happy to stoke the losers fire until it was a roaring conflagration, Scandalous eventually started down the aisle in a hip-swiveling lockstep that managed to silence the ire of even their staunchest detractors, at least for the time it took them to pass by. When they were close enough to the ring to smell the stank coming off the bikini meat, Harker hopped onto the apron, then turned around to face her partner without sparing the Sweethearts as much as a glance.
Basking in the moment when all eyes turned in her direction, Mina exploded into a bounding run and dove between Lucy’s legs before popping to her feet in the center of the squared circle. Arms stretched over the top strand, Lucy dipped her hips and tumbled backward, rolling herself into the ring. She landed just in front of Mina and tilted her head back. For a moment they were the biggest babyfaces on the roster as those assembled urged them to ’JUST KISS, DAMMIT!’ but no, Scandalous drew out the tease for another night they rolled their eyes and rewarded the mouthbreathers with a pair of ‘you should be so lucky’ smirks.
“One of them’s supposed to be a Mitchell.” Murray noted when the finally looked over at the Sweethearts.
“Hmmmmh, but which one?”
“The apple-cheeked one?”
Lucy snorted. “That’s no help. I know, I bet she’s the one who screams first.”
“Or loudest.” Mina snickered.
“Probably right. Lets see, shall we?”
When the bell sounded Charlie Dawson all but ran out of her corner, the visitor from Albuquerque overjoyed at the prospect of wrestling a match in the honest to God FAWN Arena. On the other side of the ring, Lucy Harker vacated the buckles quickly enough, although with a marked lack of enthusiasm. Oh, she was happy enough to be back on pay-per-view after what seemed like forever, but wrestling a pair of developmental league tween queens that might as well been called ‘Sacrificial Lambs One & Two’ wasn’t going to put she and Mina any closer to dethroning those two muscle-bound bags of failure currently holding the Tag Titles hostage. Even so, a PPV check was a PPV check and so the wicked brunette decided to make the best of a bad situation.
Head cocked slightly as she closed on Dawson, Harker frowned, then called, “Mina, dear? Was there a memo about the Bratz dolls sponsoring a tag team?”
Murray shrugged. “I heard the Upstarts signed a deal with Play-Doh or some such nonsense. I have no idea who these two… girls are.”
Lucy shook off her misgivings and arched an eyebrow at Charlie. “Are you sure you’re in the right place, kid? It seems you should have more pressing concerns, like who you’re going to ask to Sadie Hawkins or is the cafeteria going to serve French bread pizza on Fri--”
Dawson stepped forward, sprang and PWAAAKED both boots into Harker’s chest with a crisp little Standing Dropkick. Lucy went down quick and was up even faster, the brunette looking remarkably unfazed by the surprise attack. “Since you clearly weren’t paying attention during the introductions, allow me to remind you who we are.” Charlie said as she started to circle. “I’m Charlie Dawson. My partner over there is Skye Mitchell. We’re only visiting tonight, but after we kick your overrated asses we’ll be back before you know it.”
The Scandalous brunette actually had the temerity to laugh at her opponent. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, that’s just too funny.” she scoffed. “Need I remind you grade school dropouts who we are? We’re not some developmental tyrant you can sneak past with the help of a crazy cat lady, we’re--”
“Curtain jerking main roster witches?” Dawson broke in rather brazenly.
In their respective corners, Skye and Mina perked up noticeably. As for Lucy, she’d fixed the newcomer with a sad, knowing smile. “Aaaaah, that explains it. You’re actually one of those Make A Wish kids looking for a moment of glory before a quick, painless exit from this life. Oh, how someone lied to--”
Charlie rushed in for a Lock-Up but Harker twisted around on her left foot, leaned forward and THWHACKED a stiff little Back Kick into the pit of her foe’s stomach. The overenthusiastic blonde went down on one knee with a hand pressed to her aching abdominals. Thusly preoccupied, she didn’t notice when Harker sauntered to the ropes off to her left and bounced off to return with a good head of steam.
BACK KICK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=4l8ll1DNXVg
Skye certainly noticed and she cried a warning to her partner, alas it was too late to stop the brunette from hopping onto Charlie’s posted left knee and THWHUNKING a kick off the side of her skull. Dawson went down in a heap and Lucy turned her over with a Half Nelson that transitioned nicely into a Lateral Press. Fixing the newest Mitchell spawn with a challenging stare, Harker hooked the far leg and waited for Merle to count…
SHINING SCANDAL:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=KQIafM71w2g
ONE…
TWO…
Charlie shot a shoulder off the mat and earned a cheer from the crowd who thought she was already finished. Far from perturbed, Lucy worked a hand into the blonde’s hair and hauled her to boot leather. “Let me guess, FAWN has always been a dream of yours.” Harker stuffed Charlie’s head under her left arm, tossed the teenager’s near arm over her shoulder. “To perform under the big, bright lights and show all of these stupid, slovenly people would just make your meaningless little life complete, wouldn’t it? Well tell me something kiddo.”
Lucy helped herself to a handful of Charlie’s blue waistband, then crouched slightly and muscled the terrific tyro up for a Vertical Suplex. That’s what it looked like in the beginning, anyway. But as soon as Dawson was up Lucy let go and shoved forward, leaving her burden to BWAM spine-first onto the canvas in front of her opponent rather than behind.
SUPLEX SLAM:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=4OPXpofSd3c
Smirking slightly, Harker finished her query. “How’s the dream treating you so far?” Charlie didn’t answer, she was too busy sitting up and pressing one hand to her aching back. Not to be deterred, the Scandalous brunette put a foot against her opponent’s chest and pushed her down flat. It wasn’t much in the way of pins, but it kept Dawson wriggling while Harker turned her attention to the other scrap of bikini meat. “What about you, apple cheeks? You enjoying the FAWN experience thus far?”
Skye wanted to leap over the ropes to share her feelings with the sneering skank but she knew the ref would be on her in a second so she just smiled and replied, “I’ll be enjoying it a lot more when I get my hands on you. And ma’am? You’re focused on the wrong set of cheeks.”
“Ooooooooooooh!” Mina couldn’t help chide her partner from the Scandalous side of town. “You just got ‘ma’am’ed’ Lucy! You’re not going to let that stand, are you?”
“Most certainly not. But until Princess Peroxide here figures out how to make a tag, I’ll have to make the afterthought suffer by prox--”
Charlie swatted Lucy’s foot aside, put her hands flat against the canvas and leaned back onto her shoulders. In the next instant she pistoned her feet up, snaked them around Harker’s neck and flipped her onto her back with the neatest little Headscissors she’d seen Strawberry Fields pull off last month.
KIP UP HEADSCISSORS:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=BYVTGtGCG4I
The Kip-Up Headscissors put Lucy on her back and allowed Charlie to regain her feet posthaste, the downside was it also put the brunette between Dawson and her partner. Even so, the blonde was confident in her speed so she sprinted toward the recovering Harker and hopped ovNOOOO! Lucy pushed up and snatched her out of the air, hooking her right arm across the younger woman’s chest in the process. Working her head under Dawson’s right arm, Harker took another handful of waistband and yanked her off her feet like Charlie weighed little more than a pillow. This time Lucy fell with her, the Scandalous brunette laying out on her stomach to THAWHAM Dawson spine-first into the canvas courtesy of her Summer Fling.
SUMMER FLING:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=knsY1VxB_TU
The ring thrummed with Charlie’s hurt but Harker didn’t go for a cover. Rather she stood and made as if to pull the rookie up alongside. It was all a ploy however, as she turned around midway through and raced to the corner where Skye was cheering her partner. A stiff Bytch Slap stunned the purple-clad brunette long enough for Lucy to clasp her hands across the back of Skye’s neck and drop to her butt to pull the youngster into a twangy throat-first meeting with the bottom rope. Skye gagged and dropped off the apron, thus ensuing that poor little Charlie was on her own for a while even if she managed to make it to the proper corner.
Feeling much better about their situation now that the kittens were mewling like they should, Lucy strutted back to Dawson and buried a hand in her hair. “Mina, dear, it occurs to me that I’m looking at this all wrong. I shouldn’t be worried about appearing so early on the card. The rest of those worn out hacks in the Tag Division should be worried about having to match our excellence.”
Harker dragged Charlie to all fours and subsequently led her into the shadow of the Scandalous corner, so Mina reached out and accepted her partner’s other hand. “That is a lovely, enlightened attitude to have, my friend.” Murray said when she was through the ropes. “Now, would you haul that brat into a handstand, please?”
“But of course.”
Well aware of Merle’s count even though they appeared to be ignoring it, the ladies of Scandalous went to work like a well oiled engine of destruction. Lucy positioned herself at Dawson’s head, then leaned down and grabbed her ankles so she could slowly pull the youngster into an unwilling handstand. Mina was already in position when Harker spread their victim’s stems apart to transform Charlie into a vulnerable ‘Y’ shape. Smiling beatifically for the jeering crowd, Murray whipped her right leg up like a Rock-ette and brought her heel THWHUMPING down into the juncture of Dawson’s thighs.
The blatant double-teaming from Harker and Murray almost certainly would have brought Skye Mitchell into the ring to even the odds... had the youngest member of the Mitchell clan not been seated on the floor, leaning against the edge of the ring, rubbing at her momentarily collapsed windpipe. As Mina’s boot found its target, the crowd winced in sympathy--Charlie having earned a good measure of empathy from the Orlando fans in a remarkably short time.
Needless to say Dawson did a little more than wince. The blonde rookie crumpled over onto her side and curled into a fetal ball, choking back sobs of anguish. Mina regarded the huddled mass of overmatched blonde with... no, not pity. Pure condescension. Tut-tuting, the blonde half of FAWN’s resident tabloid magnets stooped to conquer, claiming a handful of flaxen tresses and yanking Charlie up to rubbery legs. “That WAS rude of us,” Murray purred, pushing the Darling of the Desert’s head under her left arm. “You DO know what goes on down there, don’t you? You’ve made it to reproductive education, have you not? Or... don’t tell me you and your fellow ragamuffin are... homeschooled?”
Rather than wait for an answer, Mina popped her hips, powering Dawson aloft--and, just as quickly, driving the rookie back to the canvas, back first, Charlie falling victim to a crisp, textbook Snap Suplex. Dawson howled as she rolled over to her stomach, again reaching a hand to the base of her spine.
It was no doubt purely coincidental that the Desert Diva’s head was now pointed toward her currently vacated corner, but the beauties of Scandalous could be counted on never to let a golden opportunity go to waist. Stepping into a standing straddle of Dawson’s back, Mina sank into a low crouch before pulling Charlie’s arms up and over her thighs. The last step was to lace her hands underneath the novice’s chin, but that met as little resistance as the prelude, and soon Dawson found herself trapped in a Camel Clutch.
As Murray leaned back in her saddle, cranking back on the Chinlock, she rather breezily observed, “Oh, dear me... I can’t help but notice your corner is empty. Could it be the stench of your failure finally became too much for her. That WOULD be saying something, considering she’s related to Sophie...”
Never mind that Mina knew EXACTLY where Skye was, having put her there. Poor little Charlie didn’t need to know that.
But “poor” little Charlie knew Skye well enough to know that Mitchell wouldn’t abandon her... and, nearly on cue, the li’lest Mitchell started to pull herself back up onto the apron.
Mina sighed. “Guess I should’ve known better than to give her THAT much credit for intelligence.”
Murray pulled one hand away from Charlie’s chin, and reached her arm back behind her... where Lucy Harker extended her hand to make the tag. The referee immediately ordered Mina to break her clutch as her dark haired partner slipped through the ropes--but, rather tellingly, the order was not yet accompanied by a count. That didn’t come until Harker had sashayed around to in front of Charlie. Pausing just long enough to blow a kiss in Skye’s direction, Lucy then pressed her hips backward, stuffing her hindquarters in Charlie’s defenseless features, treating Dawson to the Smell of Scandal.
To his credit, Merle had finally begun his five count--but the combination of his hesitation, Mina’s hanging around in the ring and Lucy’s taunt proved too strong for Mitchell’s self-restraint. An enraged Skylar exploded through the ropes... and played herself perfectly into Scandalous’ hands. Lucy was clearly enjoying the humiliating facial she was serving up to the blonde rookie, but not so much that she failed to notice Mitchell’s entrance--which she instantly pointed out to the official. Merle moved to intercept, which gave Harker and Murray a few extra seconds to impart their first lesson in shame on Charlie...
While Skye continued to plead her case, Harker finally pulled away, to reveal a gasping, greasy faced young blonde, Dawson visibly grateful for a clear airway once again. So grateful, in fact, that she failed to complain--or even seemingly register--that Mina remained in the ring even after breaking her Camel Clutch. Without Merle to usher her out, she and Harker each took up a position off Charlie’s flanks after they had tugged the panting blonde back to verticality. Blonde and brunette then each secured a Half Nelson on the youngster, Dawson’s arms trapped above her head as Mina and Lucy each used their free hands to grab her at the waist. The veteran duo then moved with a synchronicity that would’ve made the Valley Girls proud, bridging back and RIPPING Charlie off her feet. Dawson’s head ended up SPIKED into the mat, thanks to Scandalous’ deadly Morningsidewinder.
MORNINGSIDEWINDER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=dux6YbpMjkw
Only NOW did Mina make her departure, while her partner worked on untangling the remnants of Charlie Dawson. When the glistening blonde was flat on her back, Lucy applied a leisurely cover... not that anyone aside from her, Murray and the fans seemed to notice. Merle was still engaged with a furious Skylar. Even so, the most show Harker gave to any frustration was to cast a brief glance at an invisible watch on her left wrist, while Mina stifled a theatrical yawn in the Scandalous corner.
Once Mitchell had finally been escorted to her corner, the referee turned back to the action--and, spotting the pinning predicament, Merle sought to make up for lost time in DIVING to examine Dawson’s shoulders...
ONE...
Despite having just slid through the ropes, Mitchell threaded one leg back into the ring, ready to make an attempted rescue...
TWO...
Skye would not be needed. Charlie herself kicked out--perhaps thanks in part to her legs remaining unhooked.
Climbing to her feet, Lucy plunged a hand into Dawson’s locks--but as she tugged the diminutive blonde off the deck, Harker’s attention was firmly locked on her partner. “Did she just...?” the brunette asked, pretending to be offended at Charlie’s refusal to accept the inevitable.
“Remember that decidedly boring field trip to that farm when we were in elementary school, Lucy dear?” Mina asked in way of response, tacking on, “You know, when we were just a couple of years older than THEY are? She’s like the chicken who had its head chopped. Poor thing doesn’t even know she’s dead yet.”
“Easily remedied, Mina dearest,” Harker replied, stuffing Dawson’s head between her thighs. As she clamped on the Standing Headscissors, Lucy leaned forward, looking to secure Charlie’s arms...
... but before she could, Dawson wrapped them around the brunette’s thighs. And with Lucy’s balance already shifted in that direction, Charlie managed to straighten up and muscle the veteran aloft, sending Harker crashing to the canvas with an improvised Backdrop!
The FAWNatics vaulted to their feet in support of the youngster. Alas, Charlie went in the opposite direction, sinking to her knees and reaching a hand back to the base of her spine. “CHARLIE!” Skylar bellowed, hopping up to stand on the bottom rope, gripping the tag rope with one hand as she stretched the other as far into the ring as she could, waving Dawson in...
Gritting her teeth, Charlie struggled to boot-leather and trudged toward her corner while doing everything possible to ignore the Scandalous presence behind her. Speaking of whom, Lucy sat up after a moment and glanced over her shoulder. Infuriated to spot the little blonde nothing more than halfway across the ring, she would’ve scrambled up and gone after her if Mina hadn’t murmured, “Allow me, dear.” So Harker leaned forward and slapped her partner’s outstretched hand.
Mina vaulted over the ropes immediately thereafter and raced across the canvas, but rather than attack Dawson directly she zigged around for a second “UUNNNNNGGGH!”
Rookie or not, Skye was still a Mitchell and she wasn’t about to fall for the same trick twice. Thus she was ready and waiting with a heavy Forearm Smash that caught Murray flush on the jaw. Stunned by the unexpected resistance, Mina staggered around and registered a blur of movement as Charlie leapt up and slapped on a Front Facelock. Dawson kicked / swung her legs forward at once and laid out on her back, all the better to THWHONK the other blonde skull-first into the canvas with a perfect Leaping DDT.
LEAPING DDT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=SSfRQxaHXbU
“HEY!” Lucy snarled at Merle following this improbable turn of events. “YOU JUST GONNA LET THE NEW MEAT GET AWAY WITH THAT SHYT?”
Merle shrugged. “Looks to me like Mina swung first, Luce. Not my problem if she got caught sli--”
A thunderous roar from the FAWNatics was a split second too late to obscure the sound of Skye tagging in, otherwise Harker would’ve claimed there was no contact. Leaping onto the top rope the instant Charlie’s hand touched hers, Skye pointed down at the prone blonde, then hopped off and cranked her left elbow up beside her ear, all the better to THWHUMP it against Mina’s sternum.
SPRINGBOARD ELBOW DROP:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=wmDnOPY3AcI
The veteran jolted hard, but rolled onto one side to make sure the youngest Mitchell sister couldn’t try for a cover. That didn’t bother Skye in the slightest. She wasn’t looking for a pin, not after watching Scandalous put her partner through the wringer. Helping herself to a double handful of hair, she jerked Murray upright and shifted her grasp so that her left hand cupped the back of her foe’s head. Her right arm she fashioned into a stubby bludgeon, one she promptly introduced to Mina’s cheek and jaw via a series of Forearm Smashes.
Murray soaked up half a dozen of more before she raised her hands, stuffed them against Mitchell’s chest and shoved her away. This succeeded in creating some distance between the two, but it didn’t break the tether, as Skye managed to snag hold of her foe’s wrist. “What’s the matter, you don’t wanna fight all of the sudden?” Skye stamped her feet and snapped Mina’s arm like a towel, earning a grimace from her in the process. The energetic ingénue repeated the tactic twice more, stepped back and dropped her hips to power the Irish Whip that sent Murray racing to a neutral set of ropes.
Looking for anything to stymie the brat’s momentum, Mina tried to hook her arms over the top strand, alas her senses were still a bit scrambled and she missed ‘em by a whisper. Racing back toward Skye, she steeled herself for some halfhearted Lariat or Crossbody only to get knocked flat when Mitchell twisted around, leapt and flicked her left heel into the Californian’s chin.
SPINNING HEEL KICK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=AnbPVKM6x5M
“SHAKE IT OFF, MINA!” Lucy shouted from the Scandalous corner. “You don’t have to take that from no punk ass Upstart KnockoWHOOAH!”
Drawn by the sneer in the other brunette’s voice, Skye raced into the unfriendly side of town and would’ve slammed a fist into Harker’s nose if she hadn’t dropped down off the apron at the last second. “That’s a good place for you, Lucy.” Skye chided. “Might want to stay there, make sure you don’t get any of Mina’s spankin’. That’s what you do best, right? Let her take the beatings for you?”
Lucy offered her a Cheshire Cat grin and stepped back with her arms spread wide. “Step out here kid, I’ll show you what I do best.”
Mitchell climbed onto the second turnbuckle and reversed the invitation with a crooked index finger. “You’re welcome to show me what you’re about just as soon as you make a tag, chump.” Then she hopped down, twisted in mid-air and charged Mina Murray, who’d only just regained her feet.
Over on the Sweethearts side of the ring, Charlie flashed the woozy blonde a bright smile and pointed an index finger over one shoulder. Murray whirled around in a defensive stance that proved utterly useless because Skye didn’t give her a chance to use it. Angling her right arm across the veteran’s chest, Mitchell whipped her right leg forward then swept it back to take Mina’s legs and THWHAM her to the mat with a Running STO. Finally slowing long enough to try for a cover, the purple-clad brunette slid into a Lateral Press and hooked the far leg for…
RUNNING STO:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=mjc_-bbGyT4
ONE…
TWO…
Mina shot a shoulder up in time with ‘TWO!’ a strong reminder that she still had a lot of fight to offer. More than willing to take whatever the Scandalous skank wanted to give, Mitchell pulled Murray into a Front Facelock and used it to haul her to verticality. “You feel up to a little Double Teaming, partner?” Skye asked. “I think it’s time we showed these chicks how its done in the desert.”
Dawson didn’t hesitate to offer a hand, but she was quick to add. “Sure. We gotta make quick tags though. I’m still hurting and we can’t let Harker get back in the ring.”
“Roger that.” Mitchell agreed as the Sweethearts made the tag. Working even quicker now that she was on a clock, Skye tossed Mina’s near arm over her shoulders and grabbed a handful of trunks faster than most people could say ‘Vertical Suplex’. Out on the apron, Charlie Dawson grabbed the top rope in both hands and leaned back while her friend hoisted Murray to high noon. With her target set up perfectly, Charlie jumped onto the rubber-coated steel and took flight, twisting slightly sideways in the process. This adjustment gave her just enough time and room to pull her knees up to her chest before pistoning both feet into Mina’s exposed tummy. The Missile Dropkick was more than enough to trigger the Vertical Suplex, which THWHUMPED the exposed battler down on her back. Skye rolled under the bottom rope as soon as she touched down, meaning Merle had no reason to hesitate when Dawson climbed aboard for a Crossbody. Careful to hook both legs this time, she bundled Murray up as tight as she could and nodded along for the…
ONE…
TWO…
THR--
Charlie let loose and popped to boot leather of her own volition, if she hadn’t there’s no telling what Lucy might’ve laid on her. “You’re gonna wanna go back to your corner now.” she said quietly. “You’re only making it worse on your partner.”
Harker smiled, even though the ref had already snugged an arm around her waist. “You have no idea what ‘worse’ is, dear.” Lucy said while making her exit. “But you will. And soon.”
Charlie dismissed the threat in favor of scraping Mina off the mat. Cupping the taller woman’s chin in her hands, Dawson moved close enough to the corner for Skye to make a tag. “Wanna try that thing we talked about on the flight over?”
Mitchell nodded eagerly. “Yeah! Far as I’m concerned these people aren’t cheering loud enough.” With that she started climbing to the top rope, whereas Charlie moved to a spot that had her left shoulder pointed toward the buckles. The Albuquerque standout waited until her partner was in place before twisting around so that she and Mina were back to back with the veteran’s head angled awkwardly over one shoulder.
Up top, Skye roared, “DESERT THUNDER!” then took to the skies with a flawless Splash that brought her down across Mina’s chest at the precise moment Dawson laid out with a Reverse Neckbreaker. Flattened by the stereo delivery, Murray could only wriggle fitfully as Mitchell hooked the far leg for…
DESERT THUNDER @ 2:03
www.youtube.com/watch?v=hNdOir2iGlU
ONE...
TWO...
THRNOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!
Murray kicked out.
Charlie let out a small, disappointed sigh in the Sweetheart’s corner, but Skylar didn’t seem particularly perturbed by this turn of events. “That’s okay,” the li’lest Mitchell assured both her partner and the FAWNatics. “Just gettin’ warmed up...”
Pulling the reeling blonde up with a handful of her, Skye lined Mina up with the far neutral corner.
“And trust me,” Skylar added on, this time purely for the benefit of the crowd, and possibly her opponents, “I’m about to get VERY hot...”
Mitchell sent Murray into the corner with a shockingly powerful Irish whip for her diminutive stature, Mina only barely having enough time to turn her back into the impact. The Scandalous blonde’s arms slumped over the top rope as her legs gave a shimmy, but Mina remains upright... prompting a groan of disgust from the FAWNatics, who no doubt had interpreted Skye’s boast as the promise of a Bronco Buster.
And perhaps Skye HAD meant that. But if so, she proved adept at shifting on the fly. Charging toward the corner, Mitchell demonstrated her acrobat prowess, launching into an impressive handspring tumbling run. Coming out of her final flip, though, agility gave way to brute force, Skylar sailing toward her prey and DRIVING a Forearm Smash into Murray’s bosom.
The crowd answered with a round of applause as Mitchell stepped to the side, allowing Mina to stagger out of the corner. “Get it together, Mina!” Lucy shouted from Scandalous territory, and possibly answering that call, Murray somewhat drunkenly turned back toward Skylar... just in time for the li’lest Mitchell to leap toward her, Skye locking her left arm around Mina’s neck and coiling her legs around the blonde’s waist. Only an instant later, the Desert Diva abruptly rocked backward, yanking Murray off her feet and SPIKING her foe’s head into the canvas via her Guillotine Choke DDT.
GUILLOTINE CHOKE DDT @4:38
www.youtube.com/watch?v=-apj3BYOTrY
Skye promptly threw herself across Mina’s chest, gathering up and hooking both legs for the..
ONE...
TWO...
THRENOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!
This time, Lucy Harker ensured that the match continued, sending a brutal stomp directly between Mitchell’s shoulderblades.
“Dammit, Lucy,” the referee snapped, and he ushered the Scandalous brunette back to her corner before she could do any more damage.
The stomp had hurt, sure, but not nearly enough to keep the youngster off the attack. Grabbing one of Mina’s ankles, Mitchell dragged her opponent over to the Sweetheart’s corner, where Charlie Dawson reached in to lay a light slap against Skye’s shoulder. As the li’lest Mitchell stepped over Murray’s shapely left stem, the Darling of the Desert entered the ring and did the same with Mina’s right. Both upstarts (lowercase u’s) raised a hand into the air--Skye her right and Charlie her left--giving a twirl of their pointer fingers before diving forward. The Sweethearts’ joint forward roll lifted their opposition off her back, only to drop her back down with a harsh slam. Skylar and Charlie then threw it into reverse as they worked their legs free from Murray’s, trading in the forward roll for a backward one that put blonde and brunette back on their feet--if momentarily. With a couple of small hops, Mitchell and Dawson sent a Double Dropkick that caught Mina square on the jaw, just as she had started to sit up.
DOUBLE LEG ROLL-THROUGH/DOUBLE DROPKICK @2:08
www.youtube.com/watch?v=udAvDBflT5o
With Lucy back in her place in the Scandalous corner, the referee turned back to the action as Skylar slipped out onto the apron. “Are you SERIOUSLY going to let them cheat like that?” Harker asked. “Don’t they have to tag?”
“I heard the tag, Lucy,” he replied.
“Didn’t see it, though, did you?” the brunette countered. “Not that you ever see anything...”
He ignored the jab, instead electing to focus on Charlie as the young blonde raced into the ropes. With Mina struggling to verticality, Dawson sprinted back toward her foe, leaping and shooting her legs toward the Scandalous beauty. Any thought that the Darling of the Desert might be going for a mere dropkick gave way the moment Charlie’s gams slipped around Mina’s waist, the younger, smaller blonde now looking down at the canvas. As gravity pulled her down, Dawson’s hands landed against the mat, Charlie pushing herself up. Reaching back, the Sweetheart grabbed Murray’s noggin, pulling Mina’s jaw over her shoulder. And as Charlie dropped to her tush, her foe was lucky to avoid biting her tongue as Dawson’s Land of Enchantment Stunner sent her whiplashing to her back.
LAND OF ENCHANTMENT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=sstkeirqtJ4
Kipping back to her feet, Dawson skipped over to the Sweetheart’s corner, where Skylar Mitchell didn’t waste any time in slapping her outstretched hand. But the li’lest Mitchell wasn’t QUITE as anxious to slip through the ropes, it seemed. Instead, she shuffled her way to the midpoint of the apron as Charlie returned to their foe, yanking Mina up with a handful of hair before reaching across Murray’s throat. With the Darling of the Desert holding their opponent in the classic dragon sleeper manner, Mitchell rocked back and propelled herself to a perch on the top rope--and from there, Skye launched higher still, catching Mina across the midsection with a slingshot splash.
SLINGSHOT SPLASH @4:27
www.youtube.com/watch?v=u833AQz8qd8
Murray hit the mat so hard that Mitchell was sent bouncing back up to her knees, which possibly was the only reason Skye didn’t opt for a cover. Instead, the youngster pulled Mina up before attempting to send her toward the ropes with an Irish whip. Mina, however, proved to have enough left in her tank to reverse the whip, but even as she did so, her legs buckled, leaving the tall blonde looking rather vulnerable even after that reversal...
Skye almost certainly would have been able to use the ropes to her advantage under such circumstances, except for one problem: the moment Skylar turned her back toward the rubber coated steel, Lucy Harker slipped down the apron, jabbing her knee through the cables and DRILLING Mitchell at the base of her spine. The young brunette let out a groan as she staggered forth, falling to one knee. And as the li’lest Mitchell faltered, Mina’s legs stiffened--at least enough to allow her to deliver a Low Dropkick that caught Skye square in the chin.
And fortune continued to favor the wicked. Mina Murray desperately needed a tag, and her partner was right there, waiting for her. Even if Charlie Dawson had entertained any thought of trying to prevent the tag, there was no way she could cover the necessary ground in time. Following a high five, Harker and Murray started to trade places in the ring, but not before Mina made one request of her partner. “Fuck her up, won’t you, darling?”
“It hurts me that you’d think you’d need to ask, Mina my dear,” Lucy replied with a small wink and a cruel, cruel grin.
By the time the brunette had made it into the ring, Skylar had managed to sit up... but the youngster was also still clearly seeing little tweeting birdies fluttering above her head. Her left hand rubbed the small of her back, while her right massaged her jaw, the li’lest Mitchell seemingly oblivious as Lucy sauntered up behind her. Even a shouted warning from Charlie didn’t seem to register, not as Harker palmed the top of Skye’s noggin, stepping over her shoulders to cinch in a Standing Headscissors.
Bending forward, the dark haired Scandalous vixen clamped down on both her Scissors and on Skylar’s wrists, pulling the smaller girl’s hands away from her chin and her back, tucking them in just underneath Harker’s knees. The veteran tag team terror then rotated to her right, dropping to all fours with Skye’s head still trapped between her knees. Hands pressed down against the mat, Lucy propelled her lower body into the air, using her Scissors to SMASH Mitchell’s mug into the canvas, the li’lest Mitchell finding herself on the receiving end of some unwanted elective surgery.
NOSE JOB:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=l_x3OfF4bQU
Harker brought her Nose Job to a close, but not until she had driven Skylar’s face into the mat a good half dozen times. The youngster was left a sprawled, shuddering tangle of arms and legs as Lucy crawled away. It’s a gesture that shifted the brunette’s focus from torturing the rookie to taunting the sheeple, each stride of her advance from Mitchell and toward Mitchell’s partner slow and teasing. Lucy then sat back on her haunches, her eyes locked on Charlie’s--to whom the veteran blew a kiss.
Give Dawson credit--the kid didn’t rise to the obvious bait. Rather than rush into the ring, Charlie merely glared at the brunette. “Careful, sweetie,” Lucy purred. “Your face is liable to stick like that. And you need enough work as it is.”
Returning to the spasming wreckage of the li’lest Mitchell, Harker tugged her up with a full hand of hair, then shoved Skylar’s head between her thighs. “Your partner managed to work her way out of this,” Lucy muttered, working to add a pair of Hammerlocks to her Standing Headscissors. “Something tells me you’re not going to be quite so fortunate...”
And sure enough, Skye wasn’t. The bigger brunette fell to her knees, Skye’sfeatures once again viciously introduced to the canvas, Mitchell this time rendered the Ground That Lucy Walked On. It was entirely possible that if Harker had nudged the youngster to her back, she might have been able to pick up the three count then and there. Only after their successful offense of moments ago, the Sweethearts were no longer mere opposition.
Even more than they had been before the bell, the Sweethearts were now merely a message.
Scraping Skylar off the mat, Lucy sent the novice on a stumbling backpedal into the ropes, Mitchell’s retreat ending just a couple of feet away from the Scandalous corner. Sauntering in after her plaything, Harker made quick work of lacing Skye’s arms over the top cable... and then pulling the middle strand up, creating a rubber coated steel vice that held the li’lest Mitchell in a tight, tight prison. Harker then started unloading with forearm shots and backhand slaps, Skye unable to do much more than stomp the mat when each blow found its mark.
The barrage immediately sent the FAWNatics into a loud, jeering rage--and Charlie Dawson wasn’t too far behind them in demanding that the referee do his damn job and step in to free her partner. Much later than either she or the fans would like, the official eventually DID begin a five count, Harker predictably milking every last millisecond from it before stepping back with her hands raised...
But as the zebra made a move toward the trussed up Skylar, Lucy grabbed his shoulder, spinning the man to face her as she began arguing her case. And while she did that, Mina Murray made her way to the bound Mitchell, and wrapped her arm around Skye’s throat from behind. Skye’s legs kicked at the air--an involuntary reaction that really only served to enhance the effects of the blonde’s choke.
Across the ring, the Darling of the Desert could no longer simply stand by. Charlie burst through the ropes... but with the ref facing her corner, he saw her entrance right away--and Lucy didn’t offer the slightest bit of resistance when he pulled away to step past her. With the official now occupied by one Sweetheart, the other now found herself at the mercy (or lack thereof) of BOTH halves of Scandalous, and Harker quickly added a trio of left-right-left jabs to Mitchell’s defenseless midsection.
Only then did Mina withdraw her arm, the blonde slipping though the ropes as Lucy cupped Skye’s chin with her left hand, lifting the rookie’s drooping head to meet her gave. “Beginning to understand, you pathetic munchkin?” Harker asked in a soft, venom-drenched whisper. “Just how far you and your partner have to go, before you’re ready to compete here? It’s just such a shame Mina and I aren’t going to leave enough of you left to continue on your journey...”
As Harker’s left hand started to fall away, the brunette’s right slashed through the air, striking Skylar’s cheek with the LOUDEST and most disrespectful slap most in attendance could remember witnessing.
With Charlie continuing to try to fight her way past the referee, Lucy worked Skye free of her bonds, holding the brunette aloft until Mina secured a handful of hair. Harker then departed the ring as Murray lead her opponent toward the center of the ring. Finally, a reluctant Dawson returned to her corner, allowing the official to turn back to the action. When confronted with the sight of a different Scandalous lass in the ring, he looked up to the crowd, asking, “Tag?”
“NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” the FAWNatics responded, emphatically.
“Please,” Lucy spat with undisguised contempt. “Don’t tell me you didn’t hear OUR tag...”
Thinking back, there definitely had been a sound he had heard while arguing with Charlie that COULD have been a tag. With a shrug of his shoulders, he conceded that Mina could remain in the ring--and the crowd unloaded upon him with both barrels for the blown call.
Mina, meanwhile, sent the fading Skylar Mitchell the short distance into the Scandalous corner with as mighty a shove as she could manage. Skye never had a chance of remaining on her feet, and the young brunette crashed to a seat, sagging against the buckles. Murray sashayed in after her and stepped onto the bottom rope. Skye’s face rested uncomfortable close to the blonde’s crotch as Mina stood in a straddle, securing a two-handed grip on the top rope. Of course, that was about to change--and for the li’lest Mitchell, not for the better. Bouncing off the cables, Mina lifted into a handstand--one that she held for a solid six seconds before swooping down and treating Skye to an Extreme Makeover.
Thrust after thrust after thrust of Mina’s hips sent the blonde’s undercarriage into Skylar’s face and chest, each blast rendering her prey just that much more a jellied, unresponsive mass of sweaty flesh. Relenting after fifteen shots, Murray exchanged another high five with Lucy, bringing Harker back into the contest. After Scandalous have switched out, the dark haired half of their tandem grabbed a handful of Skye’s locks, and transforming hair into a leash, she made the youngster crawl out of her corner. Across the ring, Charlie Dawson began to stomp the apron and clap her hands, trying to encourage the crowd not to give up on her all but doomed partner.
It might LOOK hopeless, but even so, the FAWNatics responded to the young blonde. They stomped and clapped in time with Charlie’s efforts... and soon, even Mina Murray had joined in, though the look in her eyes demonstrated that her support was ENTIRELY ironic. Dawson couldn’t care less, upping the ante by calling out, “SKY-LAR! SKY-LAR!”
Sure enough, the FAWNatics answered her, a chant being born.
“GO AHEAD,” Lucy attempted to shout over the masses. “CHANT YOURSELVES HOARSE. IT’S NOT GONNA DO SKYE HERE A BIT OF WOOOAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!!!!!”
Harker’s exclamation had been prompted by Mitchell suddenly being back on her feet--but she had only gotten there thanks to a tug on her locks by Lucy herself. “UH OH!” the Scandalous brunette gasped, entirely facetiously, then called over her shoulder, “MINA, DEAR? I THINK SHE’S GETTING A SECOND WIND!”
Murray then took Skye’s left wrist, and started to stretch her limp left arm toward Charlie. “WATCH OUT, LUCY DARLING!” Mina called in warning. “SHE JUST MIGHT MAKE THAT TAG!”
Dawson knew damn well they were playing with her, but perhaps she could take advantage of their carelessness. Stepping onto the bottom rope, the Darling of the Desert stretched her hand into the ring as far as she could... and Lucy inched Skye a little closer. “DON’T...” Harker granted, carrying on her effort to win an Emmy, “DON’T THINK... I... CAN... HOLD HER... MUCH... LOOOOOOPPPPPPPPPHHHHHHHHH!”
That had not been part of the script.
No, Harker’s last grunt had been the result of Mitchell cocking her right elbow and swinging it back into her foe’s midriff.
“YEEESSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!” Charlie erupted in joy, leaning over the top rope as much as she can while maintaining her balance.
Before Harker could draw the curtain closed on this performance, Mitchell continued to ad lib, sending a second, HARDER elbow into Lucy’s gut...
“THAT’S IT, SKYE!” Charlie implored her. “YOU’VE GOT THIS!”
A THIRD elbow broke Lucy’s grip on her hair and her wrist, the brunette taking a half step back as she’s forced to hug her gulping tummy. Deprived Harker’s support, Skylar very nearly lost her footing, but it took her just a moment to right herself. Balance re-established, she started to lunge for the hot tag...
... but unfortunately, that one brief wobble proved JUST enough of a hesitation for Lucy to make a lunge of her own. The bigger brunette’s arms slipped underneath Skylar’s, and pulled the li’lest Mitchell’s hand away from Charlie’s with the fingertips just centimeters apart when Skye’s arms were lifted upward by Harker’s full nelson. Lucy then popped her hips, using a dragon suplex to send Mitchell FLYING across the ring, Skye skidding to an ungainly halt just a foot or two from the Scandalous corner.
RELEASE DRAGON SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=bwTlzVQToio
Much happier now that the jailbreak was contained, Harker pushed to one knee and took a moment to ‘flick’ her tights back into place, all the while never taking her eyes off Charlotte Dawson. Eventually she got to her feet, but rather than focus on Skye (who was little more than smoldering rubble in Mina’s shadow at this point) she presented an extremely rare offer to the other Sweetheart. “The two of you have shown… if not exactly skill, then at least remarkable tenacity tonight.” she told the wary tyro. “In most circumstances we reward tenacity with a savage beating, but tonight I’m feeling generous. See, Mina and I have been looking for a third to bolster our ranks and I have a feeling you might transform from sheeple to she wolf under our tutelage. So here’s my offer. Turn around and walk up the ramp. Wait behind the curtain while we dispose of…. that,” she jerked a thumb toward Skye, “and then Mina and I can talk to you about career growth options. What do you say, Charlotte Dawson?”
Charlie bit her bottom lip, looked pensively from her Lucy to her partner and back again. After several seconds of silence she replied, “I say it sounds like the biggest load of crap I ever--”
Lucy whirled away from her and pointed an accusatory finger toward the slowly recovering Mitchell, “WATCH HER! SHE’S GOING FOR SOMETHING IN HER BOOT!”
That was patently untrue of course, but the brunette’s emphatic delivery swung the ref’s head in Skye’s direction and THAT’S when Lucy promptly rearranged Charlie’s face with a gawd awful Super Kick that sent the ingénue plummeting to the floor like a puppet with cut strings.
Lucy sighed and shook her head. “A pity. We really are accepting applications.”
Leaving Dawson alone to reassemble her jaw, Harker turned on one heel and sauntered toward mid-ring. “What’s the big idea, Lucy?” the ref asked. “There wasn’t anything in Skye’s boot!”
“Of course YOU’D say that. You’re probably holding it for-- oh, excuse me.”
As of yet ignorant to the fate of her partner, Mitchell had made it to knock-kneed verticality a short distance from the Scandalous corner. Perfectly aligned with her target, Lucy exploded into a dead run, left her feet and promptly stuffed them both into the youngster’s chest with a Dropkick that sent her flying into the corner. Already prepared to cringe, the FAWNatics groaned aloud when the back of Skye’s head BWUUUNGED against the middle buckle and she dropped to her tush in an insensate heap.
JOHN WOO DROPKICK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=9oEDcg4LcJs
“I do think this one’s about done, Mina dear.” Harker chuckled as she strolled over to the scene of the crime. “Shall we put a bow on her?”
“I’d rather put a brace on her.” Murray growled, the blonde clearly still smarting over the way the Sweethearts had teed off on her.
Lucy snapped her fingers. “Of course that’s what I meant! Why do I always get those sayings confused? Grab a seat on the top, girl. I’ll bring the meat to you.”
The brisk smack of palm on palm meant everything was nice and legal when Lucy scraped Skye into a Standing Headscissors and Mina took a seat on the top buckle. Backing off by several steps, the vicious brunette wrapped her arms around Mitchell’s waist and hoisted her up onto her shoulders for what could only be a Powerbomb. Certain that Murray was already on her mark, Harker rushed the Scandalous corner and flung Skye directly into Mina’s waiting knees. Frozen in silent agony following the offbeat Lungblower, Mitchell would’ve fallen to her knees if Murray hadn’t snagged a handful of hair and wrenched her head back under one arm to secure an Inverted Facelock.
Stationed a little ways in front of both ladies, Lucy spurred her partner to action. “Whenever you’re ready, darling.”
Mina nodded, then somersaulted offa the corner to land with both legs astride Harker’s shoulders. Accepting the burden without complaint, Lucy braced her hands against Murray’s glutes, then dipped down and pushed up, adding a whole lot more ‘oomph’ to the back flip that deposited Murray on her knees and THWHAMMED poor Skye flat on the back of her head and shoulders.
SCANDALOUS DOUBLE TEAMING @ 2:45
www.youtube.com/watch?v=J5fEeOgp41M
Starfished by the seamless sequence of tandem terror, Mitchell’s legs popped up on impact and Mina was quick to hook them behind the knees. With her knees on either side of Skye’s mug, Murray treated her victim to a rough ‘Welcome to FAWN’ grind while Lucy kept watch for Charlie and the ref counted…
ONE…
TWO…
THREE!
The crowd booed heartily, not that it stopped Lucy from offering them a deep bow. Nor did it stop the Announcer from confirming, “Ladies and gentlemen, your winners via pin-fall… SCANDALOUS!”
Harker soaked it all in. “I never get tired of that.” Then to Mina. “May I help you up, dear? That seat’s hardly suitable for an ass like yours.”
Murray swiveled her hips a little, made a move as if to rise, then settled back down. Raising a finger, she said, “Almost ready, I just need to--” she curled her left hand into a fist and PWAAAKED a brutal punch into Skye’s crotch, the vile cheap shot eliciting a glute-muffled sob from her defenseless throne.
“All right, that’s enough of that, Murray.” the ref grunted. “Get up and take your laPPPERRRGGGGHHH!”
Lucy clipped the presumptuous dolt behind the knee and followed it up with a quick DDT when he went down. Mina stood up and rolled her eyes. “What is he, new? Everyone knows this is what a Scandalous lap looks--”
“Back off you jerks!”
Lucy and Mina turned rather incredulous glances toward Charlie Dawson, who’d clambered her way back into the squared circle and was even then trying to get between Scandalous and her fallen partner. Lucy and Mina exchanged a look, then broke apart to not so subtly flank the visitor from out west. “I’m afraid you’ve got the wrong impression, dear.” Harker said soothingly. “We’re not here to pile on, we’re simply celebrating a hard earned--”
Mina hopped forward on her left foot and THWHACKED the right up under Dawson’s chin with a flawless Super Kick. Charlie’s swooned to the left only to spiral back right when Lucy took to the skies and clipped the other side of her poor noggin with an equally vitriolic Standing Enzugiri. The gutsy blonde went down like she’d been poleaxed, leaving a seemingly confused Lucy to expound, “There’s something about her head. I don’t know what it is, but I can’t stop kicking it.”
“Perhaps you can rein it in long enough for me to show her a Compromising Position?” Mina asked with an evil smile.
“Capitol idea! And I can show the third, excuse me, FOURTH, string Mitchell just how a Scandalmonger can ruin a promising career.”
Torments thusly divvied up, Harker and Murray peeled their respective targets off the mat and went to work. Mina swung around behind Charlie, bent over and reached through her legs to grab both wrists, which she then pulled through those parted stems in a Double Pumphandle. Elsewhere Lucy seized Skye’s head in a Front Facelock, then slung the near arm over her shoulders and reached down to hook the younger woman’s right leg in a high standing cradle. The crowd didn’t like these developments in the slightest and they called for a horde of refs to spill through the curtain before Scandalous could act. Alas, the cavalry proved a no show, leaving the Sweethearts to the less than sweet ministrations of their wicked opposition.
When the traps sprang they did so simultaneously, Mina jerking Charlie up n’ over to catch her legs in a sort of compressed wheelbarrow cradle that grew all the more confining when Murray dropped to a seat and THWHUMPED Dawson on the back of her head. Poor Skye fared no better, as Lucy muscled her up into what could’ve been an off kilter Fireman’s Carry if the brunette hadn’t sat out and THWHUNKED the newest Mitchell’s skull courtesy of her Scandalmonger.
COMPRIMISING POSITION:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=w6kfDsdAQbw
SCANDALMONGER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=qbsEg3Ae68E
Delighted by the hate thrown their way, Scandalous tossed their ruined adversaries aside, got to their feet and met in the center of the ring for another conference. “Think they got the message?” Mina asked. “I’m tired of waiting for those assholes to give us what’s ours.”
Lucy shrugged. “If they were normal human beings I’d say there’s no way they’d miss the implication. But you know the jarheads, they have a hard time grasping the vagaries of a shampoo ad.”
“Sad. Sad but true. Perhaps we should send one more message, this one with a steel chair?”
“Oh Mina dear, I love it when you talk--”
Harker’s attention snapped to something outside the ring. “Hold that thought, Meens. We have a meddler.”
SOPHIE MITCHELL:
The crowd noticed her a heartbeat later and treated Sophie Mitchell to a heroine’s welcome as she tore down the aisle to save the Sweethearts more punishment. Scandalous backed off like they were going to take a powder, then Mina charged the ropes just as the eldest Mitchell flew under the bottom rope. Automatically focusing on Lucy because she was front and center, Sophie didn’t realize the trap until a newly floor-bound Mina snatched hold of her ankles and yanked ‘em out from under. The former Tag Team Champion went down hard, her chin bouncing off the canvas. Even so, she scrambled to her feet quickly enough and “AAAAAGGGGGHHHH!”
Lucy stepped forward and planted the vilest of punts squarely between the would-be rescuer’s thighs. “There, there, I know it hurts.” Harker cooed while drawing Sophie’s mewling head under one arm. “Don’t worry, it won’t for much longer.” Tossing Mitchell’s near arm over her shoulders, she helped herself to a handful of the big blonde’s jeans and hoisted her all the way to high noon. Sophie didn’t get to enjoy the view for too long as Lucy dropped onto her back and raised her right knee high across her chest, thus THWHUMPING Mitchell’s rack with the modified Inverted Lungblower known as the Walk of Shame.
WALK OF SHAME:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=FiRhxmgOcXY
Credit the durability of Sophie Mitchell, she bounced to verticality at once, a feat that might’ve changed the course of future events if Mina Murray (who’d rolled under the bottom rope as Mitchell’s tits were getting crushed) hadn’t grabbed a shoulder and spun her around. Leaned to one side, the blonde wrapped her arms around Sophie’s waist, lifted her up and swung her around one hundred and eighty degrees. Face framed by her foe’s splayed stems, Mina winked to her partner and said, “Ready for the exclamation point, dear?” Lucy nodded, turned around and raced to the other side of the ring, skipping over the insensate Skye as she did so. Coming back with a malevolent head of steam, the brunette hopped into the air, grabbed Sophie by the hips and dropped to her tush at the precise moment Mina snapped to her knees in a hellishly augmented Tombstone Piledriver. Spiked like a tent peg, Sophie shuddered once, then fell still as soon as she collapsed to one side.
Surrounded by the carnage they’d wrought, Lucy got to her feet and took an appraising look around. “Ya know what, Mina dear? I do believe we could still make good use of that steel--”
The crowd let out a relieved roar, drawing Scandalous’s attention to the ramp once more. “What the hell is she doing here?” Murray muttered.
“I haven’t the foggiest.” Lucy snarled. “But I do believe the scene’s become too crowded for my taste. Lets bail.”
And bail they did, both halves of the veteran tandem escaping through the ropes on opposite sides of the squared circle a whisper prior to the arrival of Cynthia Mitchell and her shiny steel chair. Regrouping on the side Cynthia had just entered from, Lucy and Mina backed up the ramp while the Cyn-Ful One crowded the ropes, clearly holding the line against a possible assault on her position.
CYNTHIA MITCHELL:
Disgusted by the unexpected interference, Mina scoffed and started up the ramp, leaving Mitchell to deal with their trash. Lucy however stayed behind, her dark eyes locked on the former World Champion. “Since when do you rush to the aid of charity cases, Cyn?” she asked. “You never struck me as the sentimental type.”
Cynthia glared, tapped the chair against the side of one leg. “I could give a shyt about Sophie, that sanctimonious bytch deserves whatever she gets. But Skylar… she doesn’t deserve to be ruined by the likes of you.”
Harker’s eyes narrowed. “Is that so?”
Mitchell raised the chair. “It is. Come after her again and you’ll answer to me. Understood?”
Lucy took a step toward the ring, but pulled back when Cynthia opened the ropes for her. Raising her hands, she created some more space and flashed a sympathetic smile. “Understood. We all have blind spots, I can respect that. Consider young Skylar removed from our radar. YOU however… well, we can discuss that another day.”
Cynthia rolled her shoulders and pulled clear of the ropes when she was certain Harker wouldn’t attack. “Anytime Lucy. I’m not hard to find.”
Harker’s smile grew wider and far more predatory. “No. No you are not. That could prove problematic down the line, what when you’re looking for a safe place to hide.”
“From you? Doubtful.”
“We’ll see. Sleep with one eye open, dear.”
Lucy offered Cynthia a little wave, then turned around and followed her partner up the ramp, leaving the middle Mitchell to safeguard the Scandalous wreckage until the zebras finally arrived.
CHARLIE DAWSON:
SKYE MITCHELL:
The FAWNatics did just that, turning things up to eleven as Taylor Swift’s ‘Style’ began to play over the sound system. Even in defeat, young Charlie had made a considerable impression on the Orlando faithful. And for her to be back with a friend...
STYLE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=lDn5m9ZUVJI
Just a couple of moments later, the stunning, bedimpled young blonde who’d generated such a buzz burst through the curtains. Once the beaming Dawson arrived, however, the crowd remarkably managed to raise the decibel meter further still! And yet... despite the FAWN Arena’s capacity dwarfing the Left Turn by a factor of HUNDREDS to one, somehow their roar didn’t feel QUITE as loud to Dawson. But that didn’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 illustrated just how much she’s enjoying the moment. Blushing, the blonde motioned downward with her hands...
But even in Orlando, the capacity crowd wouls have none of it--especially not with her partner standing behind her, waving her hands UPWARD frantically, beckoning the FAWNatics to keep the love coming. As frenetic as Skylar’s arms were moving, perhaps Charlie caught a bit of a blur out of the corner of her eye, prompting her to spin around...
The kid might be quick, but not quick enough. By the time she’s facing Skye, her fellow youngster’s hands were clasped behind her back, and she looked up toward the lights, whistling in pure innocence.
Charlie shakes her head at her partner before turning and taking off toward the ring. Skylar followed suit almost immediately. The Sweethearts made it a point to slap EVERY single hand offered her way--and ESPECIALLY the younger ones.
Finally, the Darling of the Desert and the Lil’est Mitchell slid under the bottom rope, springing to her feet. The duo unzipped their hot pink hoodies, Charlie slipping off hers to reveal a light blue fightin’ two piece that, in spite of its somewhat modest and innocent cut still managed to raise the blood pressure of quite a few spectators. For her part, Skye sports a royal purple lycra bikini top and short shorts, with white pads and boots.
(Old school FAWN fans might note the distinct similarity in Skylar’s togs, and the gear worn by her older sister Cynthia at the beginning of her career...)
Charlotte and Skye moved to their corner, taking a moment to adjust their pads before stretching, preparing to for the opportunity to set the tag division on its ear...
With the visitors from out west busy ingratiating themselves to the fans, the Announcer summoned a pair who didn’t give a good goddamn about appealing to the slovenly masses. “And introducing their opponents, hailing from Morningside California and weighing in at a combined two hundred and seventy one pounds. This is Lucy Harker and Mina Murray. Alone they are better than you could ever hope to be, together THEY… ARE… SCANDALOUS!”
Cage the Elephant twanged to life and the Heartbroken crowd leapt outta their seats to properly denigrate FAWN’s resident tabloid terrors. Smirking even before they stepped through the curtain, Harker and Murray each kissed their fingertips pageant style, then raised ’em to the rafters to better salute the Sheeple.
LUCY HARKER:
MINA MURRAY:
For their return to the glorious land of FAWN PPV, Lucy and Mina wore heartstoppin’ fightin’ one-pieces adorned with high cut hips, a plunging neckline and a light dusting of silver glitter -- Lucy’s was a deep threatening blue with matching white pads and boots and Mina’s was gleaming white, her boots and pads coordinated to match Harker’s togs.
More than happy to stoke the losers fire until it was a roaring conflagration, Scandalous eventually started down the aisle in a hip-swiveling lockstep that managed to silence the ire of even their staunchest detractors, at least for the time it took them to pass by. When they were close enough to the ring to smell the stank coming off the bikini meat, Harker hopped onto the apron, then turned around to face her partner without sparing the Sweethearts as much as a glance.
Basking in the moment when all eyes turned in her direction, Mina exploded into a bounding run and dove between Lucy’s legs before popping to her feet in the center of the squared circle. Arms stretched over the top strand, Lucy dipped her hips and tumbled backward, rolling herself into the ring. She landed just in front of Mina and tilted her head back. For a moment they were the biggest babyfaces on the roster as those assembled urged them to ’JUST KISS, DAMMIT!’ but no, Scandalous drew out the tease for another night they rolled their eyes and rewarded the mouthbreathers with a pair of ‘you should be so lucky’ smirks.
“One of them’s supposed to be a Mitchell.” Murray noted when the finally looked over at the Sweethearts.
“Hmmmmh, but which one?”
“The apple-cheeked one?”
Lucy snorted. “That’s no help. I know, I bet she’s the one who screams first.”
“Or loudest.” Mina snickered.
“Probably right. Lets see, shall we?”
When the bell sounded Charlie Dawson all but ran out of her corner, the visitor from Albuquerque overjoyed at the prospect of wrestling a match in the honest to God FAWN Arena. On the other side of the ring, Lucy Harker vacated the buckles quickly enough, although with a marked lack of enthusiasm. Oh, she was happy enough to be back on pay-per-view after what seemed like forever, but wrestling a pair of developmental league tween queens that might as well been called ‘Sacrificial Lambs One & Two’ wasn’t going to put she and Mina any closer to dethroning those two muscle-bound bags of failure currently holding the Tag Titles hostage. Even so, a PPV check was a PPV check and so the wicked brunette decided to make the best of a bad situation.
Head cocked slightly as she closed on Dawson, Harker frowned, then called, “Mina, dear? Was there a memo about the Bratz dolls sponsoring a tag team?”
Murray shrugged. “I heard the Upstarts signed a deal with Play-Doh or some such nonsense. I have no idea who these two… girls are.”
Lucy shook off her misgivings and arched an eyebrow at Charlie. “Are you sure you’re in the right place, kid? It seems you should have more pressing concerns, like who you’re going to ask to Sadie Hawkins or is the cafeteria going to serve French bread pizza on Fri--”
Dawson stepped forward, sprang and PWAAAKED both boots into Harker’s chest with a crisp little Standing Dropkick. Lucy went down quick and was up even faster, the brunette looking remarkably unfazed by the surprise attack. “Since you clearly weren’t paying attention during the introductions, allow me to remind you who we are.” Charlie said as she started to circle. “I’m Charlie Dawson. My partner over there is Skye Mitchell. We’re only visiting tonight, but after we kick your overrated asses we’ll be back before you know it.”
The Scandalous brunette actually had the temerity to laugh at her opponent. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, that’s just too funny.” she scoffed. “Need I remind you grade school dropouts who we are? We’re not some developmental tyrant you can sneak past with the help of a crazy cat lady, we’re--”
“Curtain jerking main roster witches?” Dawson broke in rather brazenly.
In their respective corners, Skye and Mina perked up noticeably. As for Lucy, she’d fixed the newcomer with a sad, knowing smile. “Aaaaah, that explains it. You’re actually one of those Make A Wish kids looking for a moment of glory before a quick, painless exit from this life. Oh, how someone lied to--”
Charlie rushed in for a Lock-Up but Harker twisted around on her left foot, leaned forward and THWHACKED a stiff little Back Kick into the pit of her foe’s stomach. The overenthusiastic blonde went down on one knee with a hand pressed to her aching abdominals. Thusly preoccupied, she didn’t notice when Harker sauntered to the ropes off to her left and bounced off to return with a good head of steam.
BACK KICK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=4l8ll1DNXVg
Skye certainly noticed and she cried a warning to her partner, alas it was too late to stop the brunette from hopping onto Charlie’s posted left knee and THWHUNKING a kick off the side of her skull. Dawson went down in a heap and Lucy turned her over with a Half Nelson that transitioned nicely into a Lateral Press. Fixing the newest Mitchell spawn with a challenging stare, Harker hooked the far leg and waited for Merle to count…
SHINING SCANDAL:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=KQIafM71w2g
ONE…
TWO…
Charlie shot a shoulder off the mat and earned a cheer from the crowd who thought she was already finished. Far from perturbed, Lucy worked a hand into the blonde’s hair and hauled her to boot leather. “Let me guess, FAWN has always been a dream of yours.” Harker stuffed Charlie’s head under her left arm, tossed the teenager’s near arm over her shoulder. “To perform under the big, bright lights and show all of these stupid, slovenly people would just make your meaningless little life complete, wouldn’t it? Well tell me something kiddo.”
Lucy helped herself to a handful of Charlie’s blue waistband, then crouched slightly and muscled the terrific tyro up for a Vertical Suplex. That’s what it looked like in the beginning, anyway. But as soon as Dawson was up Lucy let go and shoved forward, leaving her burden to BWAM spine-first onto the canvas in front of her opponent rather than behind.
SUPLEX SLAM:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=4OPXpofSd3c
Smirking slightly, Harker finished her query. “How’s the dream treating you so far?” Charlie didn’t answer, she was too busy sitting up and pressing one hand to her aching back. Not to be deterred, the Scandalous brunette put a foot against her opponent’s chest and pushed her down flat. It wasn’t much in the way of pins, but it kept Dawson wriggling while Harker turned her attention to the other scrap of bikini meat. “What about you, apple cheeks? You enjoying the FAWN experience thus far?”
Skye wanted to leap over the ropes to share her feelings with the sneering skank but she knew the ref would be on her in a second so she just smiled and replied, “I’ll be enjoying it a lot more when I get my hands on you. And ma’am? You’re focused on the wrong set of cheeks.”
“Ooooooooooooh!” Mina couldn’t help chide her partner from the Scandalous side of town. “You just got ‘ma’am’ed’ Lucy! You’re not going to let that stand, are you?”
“Most certainly not. But until Princess Peroxide here figures out how to make a tag, I’ll have to make the afterthought suffer by prox--”
Charlie swatted Lucy’s foot aside, put her hands flat against the canvas and leaned back onto her shoulders. In the next instant she pistoned her feet up, snaked them around Harker’s neck and flipped her onto her back with the neatest little Headscissors she’d seen Strawberry Fields pull off last month.
KIP UP HEADSCISSORS:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=BYVTGtGCG4I
The Kip-Up Headscissors put Lucy on her back and allowed Charlie to regain her feet posthaste, the downside was it also put the brunette between Dawson and her partner. Even so, the blonde was confident in her speed so she sprinted toward the recovering Harker and hopped ovNOOOO! Lucy pushed up and snatched her out of the air, hooking her right arm across the younger woman’s chest in the process. Working her head under Dawson’s right arm, Harker took another handful of waistband and yanked her off her feet like Charlie weighed little more than a pillow. This time Lucy fell with her, the Scandalous brunette laying out on her stomach to THAWHAM Dawson spine-first into the canvas courtesy of her Summer Fling.
SUMMER FLING:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=knsY1VxB_TU
The ring thrummed with Charlie’s hurt but Harker didn’t go for a cover. Rather she stood and made as if to pull the rookie up alongside. It was all a ploy however, as she turned around midway through and raced to the corner where Skye was cheering her partner. A stiff Bytch Slap stunned the purple-clad brunette long enough for Lucy to clasp her hands across the back of Skye’s neck and drop to her butt to pull the youngster into a twangy throat-first meeting with the bottom rope. Skye gagged and dropped off the apron, thus ensuing that poor little Charlie was on her own for a while even if she managed to make it to the proper corner.
Feeling much better about their situation now that the kittens were mewling like they should, Lucy strutted back to Dawson and buried a hand in her hair. “Mina, dear, it occurs to me that I’m looking at this all wrong. I shouldn’t be worried about appearing so early on the card. The rest of those worn out hacks in the Tag Division should be worried about having to match our excellence.”
Harker dragged Charlie to all fours and subsequently led her into the shadow of the Scandalous corner, so Mina reached out and accepted her partner’s other hand. “That is a lovely, enlightened attitude to have, my friend.” Murray said when she was through the ropes. “Now, would you haul that brat into a handstand, please?”
“But of course.”
Well aware of Merle’s count even though they appeared to be ignoring it, the ladies of Scandalous went to work like a well oiled engine of destruction. Lucy positioned herself at Dawson’s head, then leaned down and grabbed her ankles so she could slowly pull the youngster into an unwilling handstand. Mina was already in position when Harker spread their victim’s stems apart to transform Charlie into a vulnerable ‘Y’ shape. Smiling beatifically for the jeering crowd, Murray whipped her right leg up like a Rock-ette and brought her heel THWHUMPING down into the juncture of Dawson’s thighs.
The blatant double-teaming from Harker and Murray almost certainly would have brought Skye Mitchell into the ring to even the odds... had the youngest member of the Mitchell clan not been seated on the floor, leaning against the edge of the ring, rubbing at her momentarily collapsed windpipe. As Mina’s boot found its target, the crowd winced in sympathy--Charlie having earned a good measure of empathy from the Orlando fans in a remarkably short time.
Needless to say Dawson did a little more than wince. The blonde rookie crumpled over onto her side and curled into a fetal ball, choking back sobs of anguish. Mina regarded the huddled mass of overmatched blonde with... no, not pity. Pure condescension. Tut-tuting, the blonde half of FAWN’s resident tabloid magnets stooped to conquer, claiming a handful of flaxen tresses and yanking Charlie up to rubbery legs. “That WAS rude of us,” Murray purred, pushing the Darling of the Desert’s head under her left arm. “You DO know what goes on down there, don’t you? You’ve made it to reproductive education, have you not? Or... don’t tell me you and your fellow ragamuffin are... homeschooled?”
Rather than wait for an answer, Mina popped her hips, powering Dawson aloft--and, just as quickly, driving the rookie back to the canvas, back first, Charlie falling victim to a crisp, textbook Snap Suplex. Dawson howled as she rolled over to her stomach, again reaching a hand to the base of her spine.
It was no doubt purely coincidental that the Desert Diva’s head was now pointed toward her currently vacated corner, but the beauties of Scandalous could be counted on never to let a golden opportunity go to waist. Stepping into a standing straddle of Dawson’s back, Mina sank into a low crouch before pulling Charlie’s arms up and over her thighs. The last step was to lace her hands underneath the novice’s chin, but that met as little resistance as the prelude, and soon Dawson found herself trapped in a Camel Clutch.
As Murray leaned back in her saddle, cranking back on the Chinlock, she rather breezily observed, “Oh, dear me... I can’t help but notice your corner is empty. Could it be the stench of your failure finally became too much for her. That WOULD be saying something, considering she’s related to Sophie...”
Never mind that Mina knew EXACTLY where Skye was, having put her there. Poor little Charlie didn’t need to know that.
But “poor” little Charlie knew Skye well enough to know that Mitchell wouldn’t abandon her... and, nearly on cue, the li’lest Mitchell started to pull herself back up onto the apron.
Mina sighed. “Guess I should’ve known better than to give her THAT much credit for intelligence.”
Murray pulled one hand away from Charlie’s chin, and reached her arm back behind her... where Lucy Harker extended her hand to make the tag. The referee immediately ordered Mina to break her clutch as her dark haired partner slipped through the ropes--but, rather tellingly, the order was not yet accompanied by a count. That didn’t come until Harker had sashayed around to in front of Charlie. Pausing just long enough to blow a kiss in Skye’s direction, Lucy then pressed her hips backward, stuffing her hindquarters in Charlie’s defenseless features, treating Dawson to the Smell of Scandal.
To his credit, Merle had finally begun his five count--but the combination of his hesitation, Mina’s hanging around in the ring and Lucy’s taunt proved too strong for Mitchell’s self-restraint. An enraged Skylar exploded through the ropes... and played herself perfectly into Scandalous’ hands. Lucy was clearly enjoying the humiliating facial she was serving up to the blonde rookie, but not so much that she failed to notice Mitchell’s entrance--which she instantly pointed out to the official. Merle moved to intercept, which gave Harker and Murray a few extra seconds to impart their first lesson in shame on Charlie...
While Skye continued to plead her case, Harker finally pulled away, to reveal a gasping, greasy faced young blonde, Dawson visibly grateful for a clear airway once again. So grateful, in fact, that she failed to complain--or even seemingly register--that Mina remained in the ring even after breaking her Camel Clutch. Without Merle to usher her out, she and Harker each took up a position off Charlie’s flanks after they had tugged the panting blonde back to verticality. Blonde and brunette then each secured a Half Nelson on the youngster, Dawson’s arms trapped above her head as Mina and Lucy each used their free hands to grab her at the waist. The veteran duo then moved with a synchronicity that would’ve made the Valley Girls proud, bridging back and RIPPING Charlie off her feet. Dawson’s head ended up SPIKED into the mat, thanks to Scandalous’ deadly Morningsidewinder.
MORNINGSIDEWINDER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=dux6YbpMjkw
Only NOW did Mina make her departure, while her partner worked on untangling the remnants of Charlie Dawson. When the glistening blonde was flat on her back, Lucy applied a leisurely cover... not that anyone aside from her, Murray and the fans seemed to notice. Merle was still engaged with a furious Skylar. Even so, the most show Harker gave to any frustration was to cast a brief glance at an invisible watch on her left wrist, while Mina stifled a theatrical yawn in the Scandalous corner.
Once Mitchell had finally been escorted to her corner, the referee turned back to the action--and, spotting the pinning predicament, Merle sought to make up for lost time in DIVING to examine Dawson’s shoulders...
ONE...
Despite having just slid through the ropes, Mitchell threaded one leg back into the ring, ready to make an attempted rescue...
TWO...
Skye would not be needed. Charlie herself kicked out--perhaps thanks in part to her legs remaining unhooked.
Climbing to her feet, Lucy plunged a hand into Dawson’s locks--but as she tugged the diminutive blonde off the deck, Harker’s attention was firmly locked on her partner. “Did she just...?” the brunette asked, pretending to be offended at Charlie’s refusal to accept the inevitable.
“Remember that decidedly boring field trip to that farm when we were in elementary school, Lucy dear?” Mina asked in way of response, tacking on, “You know, when we were just a couple of years older than THEY are? She’s like the chicken who had its head chopped. Poor thing doesn’t even know she’s dead yet.”
“Easily remedied, Mina dearest,” Harker replied, stuffing Dawson’s head between her thighs. As she clamped on the Standing Headscissors, Lucy leaned forward, looking to secure Charlie’s arms...
... but before she could, Dawson wrapped them around the brunette’s thighs. And with Lucy’s balance already shifted in that direction, Charlie managed to straighten up and muscle the veteran aloft, sending Harker crashing to the canvas with an improvised Backdrop!
The FAWNatics vaulted to their feet in support of the youngster. Alas, Charlie went in the opposite direction, sinking to her knees and reaching a hand back to the base of her spine. “CHARLIE!” Skylar bellowed, hopping up to stand on the bottom rope, gripping the tag rope with one hand as she stretched the other as far into the ring as she could, waving Dawson in...
Gritting her teeth, Charlie struggled to boot-leather and trudged toward her corner while doing everything possible to ignore the Scandalous presence behind her. Speaking of whom, Lucy sat up after a moment and glanced over her shoulder. Infuriated to spot the little blonde nothing more than halfway across the ring, she would’ve scrambled up and gone after her if Mina hadn’t murmured, “Allow me, dear.” So Harker leaned forward and slapped her partner’s outstretched hand.
Mina vaulted over the ropes immediately thereafter and raced across the canvas, but rather than attack Dawson directly she zigged around for a second “UUNNNNNGGGH!”
Rookie or not, Skye was still a Mitchell and she wasn’t about to fall for the same trick twice. Thus she was ready and waiting with a heavy Forearm Smash that caught Murray flush on the jaw. Stunned by the unexpected resistance, Mina staggered around and registered a blur of movement as Charlie leapt up and slapped on a Front Facelock. Dawson kicked / swung her legs forward at once and laid out on her back, all the better to THWHONK the other blonde skull-first into the canvas with a perfect Leaping DDT.
LEAPING DDT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=SSfRQxaHXbU
“HEY!” Lucy snarled at Merle following this improbable turn of events. “YOU JUST GONNA LET THE NEW MEAT GET AWAY WITH THAT SHYT?”
Merle shrugged. “Looks to me like Mina swung first, Luce. Not my problem if she got caught sli--”
A thunderous roar from the FAWNatics was a split second too late to obscure the sound of Skye tagging in, otherwise Harker would’ve claimed there was no contact. Leaping onto the top rope the instant Charlie’s hand touched hers, Skye pointed down at the prone blonde, then hopped off and cranked her left elbow up beside her ear, all the better to THWHUMP it against Mina’s sternum.
SPRINGBOARD ELBOW DROP:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=wmDnOPY3AcI
The veteran jolted hard, but rolled onto one side to make sure the youngest Mitchell sister couldn’t try for a cover. That didn’t bother Skye in the slightest. She wasn’t looking for a pin, not after watching Scandalous put her partner through the wringer. Helping herself to a double handful of hair, she jerked Murray upright and shifted her grasp so that her left hand cupped the back of her foe’s head. Her right arm she fashioned into a stubby bludgeon, one she promptly introduced to Mina’s cheek and jaw via a series of Forearm Smashes.
Murray soaked up half a dozen of more before she raised her hands, stuffed them against Mitchell’s chest and shoved her away. This succeeded in creating some distance between the two, but it didn’t break the tether, as Skye managed to snag hold of her foe’s wrist. “What’s the matter, you don’t wanna fight all of the sudden?” Skye stamped her feet and snapped Mina’s arm like a towel, earning a grimace from her in the process. The energetic ingénue repeated the tactic twice more, stepped back and dropped her hips to power the Irish Whip that sent Murray racing to a neutral set of ropes.
Looking for anything to stymie the brat’s momentum, Mina tried to hook her arms over the top strand, alas her senses were still a bit scrambled and she missed ‘em by a whisper. Racing back toward Skye, she steeled herself for some halfhearted Lariat or Crossbody only to get knocked flat when Mitchell twisted around, leapt and flicked her left heel into the Californian’s chin.
SPINNING HEEL KICK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=AnbPVKM6x5M
“SHAKE IT OFF, MINA!” Lucy shouted from the Scandalous corner. “You don’t have to take that from no punk ass Upstart KnockoWHOOAH!”
Drawn by the sneer in the other brunette’s voice, Skye raced into the unfriendly side of town and would’ve slammed a fist into Harker’s nose if she hadn’t dropped down off the apron at the last second. “That’s a good place for you, Lucy.” Skye chided. “Might want to stay there, make sure you don’t get any of Mina’s spankin’. That’s what you do best, right? Let her take the beatings for you?”
Lucy offered her a Cheshire Cat grin and stepped back with her arms spread wide. “Step out here kid, I’ll show you what I do best.”
Mitchell climbed onto the second turnbuckle and reversed the invitation with a crooked index finger. “You’re welcome to show me what you’re about just as soon as you make a tag, chump.” Then she hopped down, twisted in mid-air and charged Mina Murray, who’d only just regained her feet.
Over on the Sweethearts side of the ring, Charlie flashed the woozy blonde a bright smile and pointed an index finger over one shoulder. Murray whirled around in a defensive stance that proved utterly useless because Skye didn’t give her a chance to use it. Angling her right arm across the veteran’s chest, Mitchell whipped her right leg forward then swept it back to take Mina’s legs and THWHAM her to the mat with a Running STO. Finally slowing long enough to try for a cover, the purple-clad brunette slid into a Lateral Press and hooked the far leg for…
RUNNING STO:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=mjc_-bbGyT4
ONE…
TWO…
Mina shot a shoulder up in time with ‘TWO!’ a strong reminder that she still had a lot of fight to offer. More than willing to take whatever the Scandalous skank wanted to give, Mitchell pulled Murray into a Front Facelock and used it to haul her to verticality. “You feel up to a little Double Teaming, partner?” Skye asked. “I think it’s time we showed these chicks how its done in the desert.”
Dawson didn’t hesitate to offer a hand, but she was quick to add. “Sure. We gotta make quick tags though. I’m still hurting and we can’t let Harker get back in the ring.”
“Roger that.” Mitchell agreed as the Sweethearts made the tag. Working even quicker now that she was on a clock, Skye tossed Mina’s near arm over her shoulders and grabbed a handful of trunks faster than most people could say ‘Vertical Suplex’. Out on the apron, Charlie Dawson grabbed the top rope in both hands and leaned back while her friend hoisted Murray to high noon. With her target set up perfectly, Charlie jumped onto the rubber-coated steel and took flight, twisting slightly sideways in the process. This adjustment gave her just enough time and room to pull her knees up to her chest before pistoning both feet into Mina’s exposed tummy. The Missile Dropkick was more than enough to trigger the Vertical Suplex, which THWHUMPED the exposed battler down on her back. Skye rolled under the bottom rope as soon as she touched down, meaning Merle had no reason to hesitate when Dawson climbed aboard for a Crossbody. Careful to hook both legs this time, she bundled Murray up as tight as she could and nodded along for the…
ONE…
TWO…
THR--
Charlie let loose and popped to boot leather of her own volition, if she hadn’t there’s no telling what Lucy might’ve laid on her. “You’re gonna wanna go back to your corner now.” she said quietly. “You’re only making it worse on your partner.”
Harker smiled, even though the ref had already snugged an arm around her waist. “You have no idea what ‘worse’ is, dear.” Lucy said while making her exit. “But you will. And soon.”
Charlie dismissed the threat in favor of scraping Mina off the mat. Cupping the taller woman’s chin in her hands, Dawson moved close enough to the corner for Skye to make a tag. “Wanna try that thing we talked about on the flight over?”
Mitchell nodded eagerly. “Yeah! Far as I’m concerned these people aren’t cheering loud enough.” With that she started climbing to the top rope, whereas Charlie moved to a spot that had her left shoulder pointed toward the buckles. The Albuquerque standout waited until her partner was in place before twisting around so that she and Mina were back to back with the veteran’s head angled awkwardly over one shoulder.
Up top, Skye roared, “DESERT THUNDER!” then took to the skies with a flawless Splash that brought her down across Mina’s chest at the precise moment Dawson laid out with a Reverse Neckbreaker. Flattened by the stereo delivery, Murray could only wriggle fitfully as Mitchell hooked the far leg for…
DESERT THUNDER @ 2:03
www.youtube.com/watch?v=hNdOir2iGlU
ONE...
TWO...
THRNOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!
Murray kicked out.
Charlie let out a small, disappointed sigh in the Sweetheart’s corner, but Skylar didn’t seem particularly perturbed by this turn of events. “That’s okay,” the li’lest Mitchell assured both her partner and the FAWNatics. “Just gettin’ warmed up...”
Pulling the reeling blonde up with a handful of her, Skye lined Mina up with the far neutral corner.
“And trust me,” Skylar added on, this time purely for the benefit of the crowd, and possibly her opponents, “I’m about to get VERY hot...”
Mitchell sent Murray into the corner with a shockingly powerful Irish whip for her diminutive stature, Mina only barely having enough time to turn her back into the impact. The Scandalous blonde’s arms slumped over the top rope as her legs gave a shimmy, but Mina remains upright... prompting a groan of disgust from the FAWNatics, who no doubt had interpreted Skye’s boast as the promise of a Bronco Buster.
And perhaps Skye HAD meant that. But if so, she proved adept at shifting on the fly. Charging toward the corner, Mitchell demonstrated her acrobat prowess, launching into an impressive handspring tumbling run. Coming out of her final flip, though, agility gave way to brute force, Skylar sailing toward her prey and DRIVING a Forearm Smash into Murray’s bosom.
The crowd answered with a round of applause as Mitchell stepped to the side, allowing Mina to stagger out of the corner. “Get it together, Mina!” Lucy shouted from Scandalous territory, and possibly answering that call, Murray somewhat drunkenly turned back toward Skylar... just in time for the li’lest Mitchell to leap toward her, Skye locking her left arm around Mina’s neck and coiling her legs around the blonde’s waist. Only an instant later, the Desert Diva abruptly rocked backward, yanking Murray off her feet and SPIKING her foe’s head into the canvas via her Guillotine Choke DDT.
GUILLOTINE CHOKE DDT @4:38
www.youtube.com/watch?v=-apj3BYOTrY
Skye promptly threw herself across Mina’s chest, gathering up and hooking both legs for the..
ONE...
TWO...
THRENOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!
This time, Lucy Harker ensured that the match continued, sending a brutal stomp directly between Mitchell’s shoulderblades.
“Dammit, Lucy,” the referee snapped, and he ushered the Scandalous brunette back to her corner before she could do any more damage.
The stomp had hurt, sure, but not nearly enough to keep the youngster off the attack. Grabbing one of Mina’s ankles, Mitchell dragged her opponent over to the Sweetheart’s corner, where Charlie Dawson reached in to lay a light slap against Skye’s shoulder. As the li’lest Mitchell stepped over Murray’s shapely left stem, the Darling of the Desert entered the ring and did the same with Mina’s right. Both upstarts (lowercase u’s) raised a hand into the air--Skye her right and Charlie her left--giving a twirl of their pointer fingers before diving forward. The Sweethearts’ joint forward roll lifted their opposition off her back, only to drop her back down with a harsh slam. Skylar and Charlie then threw it into reverse as they worked their legs free from Murray’s, trading in the forward roll for a backward one that put blonde and brunette back on their feet--if momentarily. With a couple of small hops, Mitchell and Dawson sent a Double Dropkick that caught Mina square on the jaw, just as she had started to sit up.
DOUBLE LEG ROLL-THROUGH/DOUBLE DROPKICK @2:08
www.youtube.com/watch?v=udAvDBflT5o
With Lucy back in her place in the Scandalous corner, the referee turned back to the action as Skylar slipped out onto the apron. “Are you SERIOUSLY going to let them cheat like that?” Harker asked. “Don’t they have to tag?”
“I heard the tag, Lucy,” he replied.
“Didn’t see it, though, did you?” the brunette countered. “Not that you ever see anything...”
He ignored the jab, instead electing to focus on Charlie as the young blonde raced into the ropes. With Mina struggling to verticality, Dawson sprinted back toward her foe, leaping and shooting her legs toward the Scandalous beauty. Any thought that the Darling of the Desert might be going for a mere dropkick gave way the moment Charlie’s gams slipped around Mina’s waist, the younger, smaller blonde now looking down at the canvas. As gravity pulled her down, Dawson’s hands landed against the mat, Charlie pushing herself up. Reaching back, the Sweetheart grabbed Murray’s noggin, pulling Mina’s jaw over her shoulder. And as Charlie dropped to her tush, her foe was lucky to avoid biting her tongue as Dawson’s Land of Enchantment Stunner sent her whiplashing to her back.
LAND OF ENCHANTMENT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=sstkeirqtJ4
Kipping back to her feet, Dawson skipped over to the Sweetheart’s corner, where Skylar Mitchell didn’t waste any time in slapping her outstretched hand. But the li’lest Mitchell wasn’t QUITE as anxious to slip through the ropes, it seemed. Instead, she shuffled her way to the midpoint of the apron as Charlie returned to their foe, yanking Mina up with a handful of hair before reaching across Murray’s throat. With the Darling of the Desert holding their opponent in the classic dragon sleeper manner, Mitchell rocked back and propelled herself to a perch on the top rope--and from there, Skye launched higher still, catching Mina across the midsection with a slingshot splash.
SLINGSHOT SPLASH @4:27
www.youtube.com/watch?v=u833AQz8qd8
Murray hit the mat so hard that Mitchell was sent bouncing back up to her knees, which possibly was the only reason Skye didn’t opt for a cover. Instead, the youngster pulled Mina up before attempting to send her toward the ropes with an Irish whip. Mina, however, proved to have enough left in her tank to reverse the whip, but even as she did so, her legs buckled, leaving the tall blonde looking rather vulnerable even after that reversal...
Skye almost certainly would have been able to use the ropes to her advantage under such circumstances, except for one problem: the moment Skylar turned her back toward the rubber coated steel, Lucy Harker slipped down the apron, jabbing her knee through the cables and DRILLING Mitchell at the base of her spine. The young brunette let out a groan as she staggered forth, falling to one knee. And as the li’lest Mitchell faltered, Mina’s legs stiffened--at least enough to allow her to deliver a Low Dropkick that caught Skye square in the chin.
And fortune continued to favor the wicked. Mina Murray desperately needed a tag, and her partner was right there, waiting for her. Even if Charlie Dawson had entertained any thought of trying to prevent the tag, there was no way she could cover the necessary ground in time. Following a high five, Harker and Murray started to trade places in the ring, but not before Mina made one request of her partner. “Fuck her up, won’t you, darling?”
“It hurts me that you’d think you’d need to ask, Mina my dear,” Lucy replied with a small wink and a cruel, cruel grin.
By the time the brunette had made it into the ring, Skylar had managed to sit up... but the youngster was also still clearly seeing little tweeting birdies fluttering above her head. Her left hand rubbed the small of her back, while her right massaged her jaw, the li’lest Mitchell seemingly oblivious as Lucy sauntered up behind her. Even a shouted warning from Charlie didn’t seem to register, not as Harker palmed the top of Skye’s noggin, stepping over her shoulders to cinch in a Standing Headscissors.
Bending forward, the dark haired Scandalous vixen clamped down on both her Scissors and on Skylar’s wrists, pulling the smaller girl’s hands away from her chin and her back, tucking them in just underneath Harker’s knees. The veteran tag team terror then rotated to her right, dropping to all fours with Skye’s head still trapped between her knees. Hands pressed down against the mat, Lucy propelled her lower body into the air, using her Scissors to SMASH Mitchell’s mug into the canvas, the li’lest Mitchell finding herself on the receiving end of some unwanted elective surgery.
NOSE JOB:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=l_x3OfF4bQU
Harker brought her Nose Job to a close, but not until she had driven Skylar’s face into the mat a good half dozen times. The youngster was left a sprawled, shuddering tangle of arms and legs as Lucy crawled away. It’s a gesture that shifted the brunette’s focus from torturing the rookie to taunting the sheeple, each stride of her advance from Mitchell and toward Mitchell’s partner slow and teasing. Lucy then sat back on her haunches, her eyes locked on Charlie’s--to whom the veteran blew a kiss.
Give Dawson credit--the kid didn’t rise to the obvious bait. Rather than rush into the ring, Charlie merely glared at the brunette. “Careful, sweetie,” Lucy purred. “Your face is liable to stick like that. And you need enough work as it is.”
Returning to the spasming wreckage of the li’lest Mitchell, Harker tugged her up with a full hand of hair, then shoved Skylar’s head between her thighs. “Your partner managed to work her way out of this,” Lucy muttered, working to add a pair of Hammerlocks to her Standing Headscissors. “Something tells me you’re not going to be quite so fortunate...”
And sure enough, Skye wasn’t. The bigger brunette fell to her knees, Skye’sfeatures once again viciously introduced to the canvas, Mitchell this time rendered the Ground That Lucy Walked On. It was entirely possible that if Harker had nudged the youngster to her back, she might have been able to pick up the three count then and there. Only after their successful offense of moments ago, the Sweethearts were no longer mere opposition.
Even more than they had been before the bell, the Sweethearts were now merely a message.
Scraping Skylar off the mat, Lucy sent the novice on a stumbling backpedal into the ropes, Mitchell’s retreat ending just a couple of feet away from the Scandalous corner. Sauntering in after her plaything, Harker made quick work of lacing Skye’s arms over the top cable... and then pulling the middle strand up, creating a rubber coated steel vice that held the li’lest Mitchell in a tight, tight prison. Harker then started unloading with forearm shots and backhand slaps, Skye unable to do much more than stomp the mat when each blow found its mark.
The barrage immediately sent the FAWNatics into a loud, jeering rage--and Charlie Dawson wasn’t too far behind them in demanding that the referee do his damn job and step in to free her partner. Much later than either she or the fans would like, the official eventually DID begin a five count, Harker predictably milking every last millisecond from it before stepping back with her hands raised...
But as the zebra made a move toward the trussed up Skylar, Lucy grabbed his shoulder, spinning the man to face her as she began arguing her case. And while she did that, Mina Murray made her way to the bound Mitchell, and wrapped her arm around Skye’s throat from behind. Skye’s legs kicked at the air--an involuntary reaction that really only served to enhance the effects of the blonde’s choke.
Across the ring, the Darling of the Desert could no longer simply stand by. Charlie burst through the ropes... but with the ref facing her corner, he saw her entrance right away--and Lucy didn’t offer the slightest bit of resistance when he pulled away to step past her. With the official now occupied by one Sweetheart, the other now found herself at the mercy (or lack thereof) of BOTH halves of Scandalous, and Harker quickly added a trio of left-right-left jabs to Mitchell’s defenseless midsection.
Only then did Mina withdraw her arm, the blonde slipping though the ropes as Lucy cupped Skye’s chin with her left hand, lifting the rookie’s drooping head to meet her gave. “Beginning to understand, you pathetic munchkin?” Harker asked in a soft, venom-drenched whisper. “Just how far you and your partner have to go, before you’re ready to compete here? It’s just such a shame Mina and I aren’t going to leave enough of you left to continue on your journey...”
As Harker’s left hand started to fall away, the brunette’s right slashed through the air, striking Skylar’s cheek with the LOUDEST and most disrespectful slap most in attendance could remember witnessing.
With Charlie continuing to try to fight her way past the referee, Lucy worked Skye free of her bonds, holding the brunette aloft until Mina secured a handful of hair. Harker then departed the ring as Murray lead her opponent toward the center of the ring. Finally, a reluctant Dawson returned to her corner, allowing the official to turn back to the action. When confronted with the sight of a different Scandalous lass in the ring, he looked up to the crowd, asking, “Tag?”
“NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” the FAWNatics responded, emphatically.
“Please,” Lucy spat with undisguised contempt. “Don’t tell me you didn’t hear OUR tag...”
Thinking back, there definitely had been a sound he had heard while arguing with Charlie that COULD have been a tag. With a shrug of his shoulders, he conceded that Mina could remain in the ring--and the crowd unloaded upon him with both barrels for the blown call.
Mina, meanwhile, sent the fading Skylar Mitchell the short distance into the Scandalous corner with as mighty a shove as she could manage. Skye never had a chance of remaining on her feet, and the young brunette crashed to a seat, sagging against the buckles. Murray sashayed in after her and stepped onto the bottom rope. Skye’s face rested uncomfortable close to the blonde’s crotch as Mina stood in a straddle, securing a two-handed grip on the top rope. Of course, that was about to change--and for the li’lest Mitchell, not for the better. Bouncing off the cables, Mina lifted into a handstand--one that she held for a solid six seconds before swooping down and treating Skye to an Extreme Makeover.
Thrust after thrust after thrust of Mina’s hips sent the blonde’s undercarriage into Skylar’s face and chest, each blast rendering her prey just that much more a jellied, unresponsive mass of sweaty flesh. Relenting after fifteen shots, Murray exchanged another high five with Lucy, bringing Harker back into the contest. After Scandalous have switched out, the dark haired half of their tandem grabbed a handful of Skye’s locks, and transforming hair into a leash, she made the youngster crawl out of her corner. Across the ring, Charlie Dawson began to stomp the apron and clap her hands, trying to encourage the crowd not to give up on her all but doomed partner.
It might LOOK hopeless, but even so, the FAWNatics responded to the young blonde. They stomped and clapped in time with Charlie’s efforts... and soon, even Mina Murray had joined in, though the look in her eyes demonstrated that her support was ENTIRELY ironic. Dawson couldn’t care less, upping the ante by calling out, “SKY-LAR! SKY-LAR!”
Sure enough, the FAWNatics answered her, a chant being born.
“GO AHEAD,” Lucy attempted to shout over the masses. “CHANT YOURSELVES HOARSE. IT’S NOT GONNA DO SKYE HERE A BIT OF WOOOAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!!!!!”
Harker’s exclamation had been prompted by Mitchell suddenly being back on her feet--but she had only gotten there thanks to a tug on her locks by Lucy herself. “UH OH!” the Scandalous brunette gasped, entirely facetiously, then called over her shoulder, “MINA, DEAR? I THINK SHE’S GETTING A SECOND WIND!”
Murray then took Skye’s left wrist, and started to stretch her limp left arm toward Charlie. “WATCH OUT, LUCY DARLING!” Mina called in warning. “SHE JUST MIGHT MAKE THAT TAG!”
Dawson knew damn well they were playing with her, but perhaps she could take advantage of their carelessness. Stepping onto the bottom rope, the Darling of the Desert stretched her hand into the ring as far as she could... and Lucy inched Skye a little closer. “DON’T...” Harker granted, carrying on her effort to win an Emmy, “DON’T THINK... I... CAN... HOLD HER... MUCH... LOOOOOOPPPPPPPPPHHHHHHHHH!”
That had not been part of the script.
No, Harker’s last grunt had been the result of Mitchell cocking her right elbow and swinging it back into her foe’s midriff.
“YEEESSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!” Charlie erupted in joy, leaning over the top rope as much as she can while maintaining her balance.
Before Harker could draw the curtain closed on this performance, Mitchell continued to ad lib, sending a second, HARDER elbow into Lucy’s gut...
“THAT’S IT, SKYE!” Charlie implored her. “YOU’VE GOT THIS!”
A THIRD elbow broke Lucy’s grip on her hair and her wrist, the brunette taking a half step back as she’s forced to hug her gulping tummy. Deprived Harker’s support, Skylar very nearly lost her footing, but it took her just a moment to right herself. Balance re-established, she started to lunge for the hot tag...
... but unfortunately, that one brief wobble proved JUST enough of a hesitation for Lucy to make a lunge of her own. The bigger brunette’s arms slipped underneath Skylar’s, and pulled the li’lest Mitchell’s hand away from Charlie’s with the fingertips just centimeters apart when Skye’s arms were lifted upward by Harker’s full nelson. Lucy then popped her hips, using a dragon suplex to send Mitchell FLYING across the ring, Skye skidding to an ungainly halt just a foot or two from the Scandalous corner.
RELEASE DRAGON SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=bwTlzVQToio
Much happier now that the jailbreak was contained, Harker pushed to one knee and took a moment to ‘flick’ her tights back into place, all the while never taking her eyes off Charlotte Dawson. Eventually she got to her feet, but rather than focus on Skye (who was little more than smoldering rubble in Mina’s shadow at this point) she presented an extremely rare offer to the other Sweetheart. “The two of you have shown… if not exactly skill, then at least remarkable tenacity tonight.” she told the wary tyro. “In most circumstances we reward tenacity with a savage beating, but tonight I’m feeling generous. See, Mina and I have been looking for a third to bolster our ranks and I have a feeling you might transform from sheeple to she wolf under our tutelage. So here’s my offer. Turn around and walk up the ramp. Wait behind the curtain while we dispose of…. that,” she jerked a thumb toward Skye, “and then Mina and I can talk to you about career growth options. What do you say, Charlotte Dawson?”
Charlie bit her bottom lip, looked pensively from her Lucy to her partner and back again. After several seconds of silence she replied, “I say it sounds like the biggest load of crap I ever--”
Lucy whirled away from her and pointed an accusatory finger toward the slowly recovering Mitchell, “WATCH HER! SHE’S GOING FOR SOMETHING IN HER BOOT!”
That was patently untrue of course, but the brunette’s emphatic delivery swung the ref’s head in Skye’s direction and THAT’S when Lucy promptly rearranged Charlie’s face with a gawd awful Super Kick that sent the ingénue plummeting to the floor like a puppet with cut strings.
Lucy sighed and shook her head. “A pity. We really are accepting applications.”
Leaving Dawson alone to reassemble her jaw, Harker turned on one heel and sauntered toward mid-ring. “What’s the big idea, Lucy?” the ref asked. “There wasn’t anything in Skye’s boot!”
“Of course YOU’D say that. You’re probably holding it for-- oh, excuse me.”
As of yet ignorant to the fate of her partner, Mitchell had made it to knock-kneed verticality a short distance from the Scandalous corner. Perfectly aligned with her target, Lucy exploded into a dead run, left her feet and promptly stuffed them both into the youngster’s chest with a Dropkick that sent her flying into the corner. Already prepared to cringe, the FAWNatics groaned aloud when the back of Skye’s head BWUUUNGED against the middle buckle and she dropped to her tush in an insensate heap.
JOHN WOO DROPKICK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=9oEDcg4LcJs
“I do think this one’s about done, Mina dear.” Harker chuckled as she strolled over to the scene of the crime. “Shall we put a bow on her?”
“I’d rather put a brace on her.” Murray growled, the blonde clearly still smarting over the way the Sweethearts had teed off on her.
Lucy snapped her fingers. “Of course that’s what I meant! Why do I always get those sayings confused? Grab a seat on the top, girl. I’ll bring the meat to you.”
The brisk smack of palm on palm meant everything was nice and legal when Lucy scraped Skye into a Standing Headscissors and Mina took a seat on the top buckle. Backing off by several steps, the vicious brunette wrapped her arms around Mitchell’s waist and hoisted her up onto her shoulders for what could only be a Powerbomb. Certain that Murray was already on her mark, Harker rushed the Scandalous corner and flung Skye directly into Mina’s waiting knees. Frozen in silent agony following the offbeat Lungblower, Mitchell would’ve fallen to her knees if Murray hadn’t snagged a handful of hair and wrenched her head back under one arm to secure an Inverted Facelock.
Stationed a little ways in front of both ladies, Lucy spurred her partner to action. “Whenever you’re ready, darling.”
Mina nodded, then somersaulted offa the corner to land with both legs astride Harker’s shoulders. Accepting the burden without complaint, Lucy braced her hands against Murray’s glutes, then dipped down and pushed up, adding a whole lot more ‘oomph’ to the back flip that deposited Murray on her knees and THWHAMMED poor Skye flat on the back of her head and shoulders.
SCANDALOUS DOUBLE TEAMING @ 2:45
www.youtube.com/watch?v=J5fEeOgp41M
Starfished by the seamless sequence of tandem terror, Mitchell’s legs popped up on impact and Mina was quick to hook them behind the knees. With her knees on either side of Skye’s mug, Murray treated her victim to a rough ‘Welcome to FAWN’ grind while Lucy kept watch for Charlie and the ref counted…
ONE…
TWO…
THREE!
The crowd booed heartily, not that it stopped Lucy from offering them a deep bow. Nor did it stop the Announcer from confirming, “Ladies and gentlemen, your winners via pin-fall… SCANDALOUS!”
Harker soaked it all in. “I never get tired of that.” Then to Mina. “May I help you up, dear? That seat’s hardly suitable for an ass like yours.”
Murray swiveled her hips a little, made a move as if to rise, then settled back down. Raising a finger, she said, “Almost ready, I just need to--” she curled her left hand into a fist and PWAAAKED a brutal punch into Skye’s crotch, the vile cheap shot eliciting a glute-muffled sob from her defenseless throne.
“All right, that’s enough of that, Murray.” the ref grunted. “Get up and take your laPPPERRRGGGGHHH!”
Lucy clipped the presumptuous dolt behind the knee and followed it up with a quick DDT when he went down. Mina stood up and rolled her eyes. “What is he, new? Everyone knows this is what a Scandalous lap looks--”
“Back off you jerks!”
Lucy and Mina turned rather incredulous glances toward Charlie Dawson, who’d clambered her way back into the squared circle and was even then trying to get between Scandalous and her fallen partner. Lucy and Mina exchanged a look, then broke apart to not so subtly flank the visitor from out west. “I’m afraid you’ve got the wrong impression, dear.” Harker said soothingly. “We’re not here to pile on, we’re simply celebrating a hard earned--”
Mina hopped forward on her left foot and THWHACKED the right up under Dawson’s chin with a flawless Super Kick. Charlie’s swooned to the left only to spiral back right when Lucy took to the skies and clipped the other side of her poor noggin with an equally vitriolic Standing Enzugiri. The gutsy blonde went down like she’d been poleaxed, leaving a seemingly confused Lucy to expound, “There’s something about her head. I don’t know what it is, but I can’t stop kicking it.”
“Perhaps you can rein it in long enough for me to show her a Compromising Position?” Mina asked with an evil smile.
“Capitol idea! And I can show the third, excuse me, FOURTH, string Mitchell just how a Scandalmonger can ruin a promising career.”
Torments thusly divvied up, Harker and Murray peeled their respective targets off the mat and went to work. Mina swung around behind Charlie, bent over and reached through her legs to grab both wrists, which she then pulled through those parted stems in a Double Pumphandle. Elsewhere Lucy seized Skye’s head in a Front Facelock, then slung the near arm over her shoulders and reached down to hook the younger woman’s right leg in a high standing cradle. The crowd didn’t like these developments in the slightest and they called for a horde of refs to spill through the curtain before Scandalous could act. Alas, the cavalry proved a no show, leaving the Sweethearts to the less than sweet ministrations of their wicked opposition.
When the traps sprang they did so simultaneously, Mina jerking Charlie up n’ over to catch her legs in a sort of compressed wheelbarrow cradle that grew all the more confining when Murray dropped to a seat and THWHUMPED Dawson on the back of her head. Poor Skye fared no better, as Lucy muscled her up into what could’ve been an off kilter Fireman’s Carry if the brunette hadn’t sat out and THWHUNKED the newest Mitchell’s skull courtesy of her Scandalmonger.
COMPRIMISING POSITION:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=w6kfDsdAQbw
SCANDALMONGER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=qbsEg3Ae68E
Delighted by the hate thrown their way, Scandalous tossed their ruined adversaries aside, got to their feet and met in the center of the ring for another conference. “Think they got the message?” Mina asked. “I’m tired of waiting for those assholes to give us what’s ours.”
Lucy shrugged. “If they were normal human beings I’d say there’s no way they’d miss the implication. But you know the jarheads, they have a hard time grasping the vagaries of a shampoo ad.”
“Sad. Sad but true. Perhaps we should send one more message, this one with a steel chair?”
“Oh Mina dear, I love it when you talk--”
Harker’s attention snapped to something outside the ring. “Hold that thought, Meens. We have a meddler.”
SOPHIE MITCHELL:
The crowd noticed her a heartbeat later and treated Sophie Mitchell to a heroine’s welcome as she tore down the aisle to save the Sweethearts more punishment. Scandalous backed off like they were going to take a powder, then Mina charged the ropes just as the eldest Mitchell flew under the bottom rope. Automatically focusing on Lucy because she was front and center, Sophie didn’t realize the trap until a newly floor-bound Mina snatched hold of her ankles and yanked ‘em out from under. The former Tag Team Champion went down hard, her chin bouncing off the canvas. Even so, she scrambled to her feet quickly enough and “AAAAAGGGGGHHHH!”
Lucy stepped forward and planted the vilest of punts squarely between the would-be rescuer’s thighs. “There, there, I know it hurts.” Harker cooed while drawing Sophie’s mewling head under one arm. “Don’t worry, it won’t for much longer.” Tossing Mitchell’s near arm over her shoulders, she helped herself to a handful of the big blonde’s jeans and hoisted her all the way to high noon. Sophie didn’t get to enjoy the view for too long as Lucy dropped onto her back and raised her right knee high across her chest, thus THWHUMPING Mitchell’s rack with the modified Inverted Lungblower known as the Walk of Shame.
WALK OF SHAME:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=FiRhxmgOcXY
Credit the durability of Sophie Mitchell, she bounced to verticality at once, a feat that might’ve changed the course of future events if Mina Murray (who’d rolled under the bottom rope as Mitchell’s tits were getting crushed) hadn’t grabbed a shoulder and spun her around. Leaned to one side, the blonde wrapped her arms around Sophie’s waist, lifted her up and swung her around one hundred and eighty degrees. Face framed by her foe’s splayed stems, Mina winked to her partner and said, “Ready for the exclamation point, dear?” Lucy nodded, turned around and raced to the other side of the ring, skipping over the insensate Skye as she did so. Coming back with a malevolent head of steam, the brunette hopped into the air, grabbed Sophie by the hips and dropped to her tush at the precise moment Mina snapped to her knees in a hellishly augmented Tombstone Piledriver. Spiked like a tent peg, Sophie shuddered once, then fell still as soon as she collapsed to one side.
Surrounded by the carnage they’d wrought, Lucy got to her feet and took an appraising look around. “Ya know what, Mina dear? I do believe we could still make good use of that steel--”
The crowd let out a relieved roar, drawing Scandalous’s attention to the ramp once more. “What the hell is she doing here?” Murray muttered.
“I haven’t the foggiest.” Lucy snarled. “But I do believe the scene’s become too crowded for my taste. Lets bail.”
And bail they did, both halves of the veteran tandem escaping through the ropes on opposite sides of the squared circle a whisper prior to the arrival of Cynthia Mitchell and her shiny steel chair. Regrouping on the side Cynthia had just entered from, Lucy and Mina backed up the ramp while the Cyn-Ful One crowded the ropes, clearly holding the line against a possible assault on her position.
CYNTHIA MITCHELL:
Disgusted by the unexpected interference, Mina scoffed and started up the ramp, leaving Mitchell to deal with their trash. Lucy however stayed behind, her dark eyes locked on the former World Champion. “Since when do you rush to the aid of charity cases, Cyn?” she asked. “You never struck me as the sentimental type.”
Cynthia glared, tapped the chair against the side of one leg. “I could give a shyt about Sophie, that sanctimonious bytch deserves whatever she gets. But Skylar… she doesn’t deserve to be ruined by the likes of you.”
Harker’s eyes narrowed. “Is that so?”
Mitchell raised the chair. “It is. Come after her again and you’ll answer to me. Understood?”
Lucy took a step toward the ring, but pulled back when Cynthia opened the ropes for her. Raising her hands, she created some more space and flashed a sympathetic smile. “Understood. We all have blind spots, I can respect that. Consider young Skylar removed from our radar. YOU however… well, we can discuss that another day.”
Cynthia rolled her shoulders and pulled clear of the ropes when she was certain Harker wouldn’t attack. “Anytime Lucy. I’m not hard to find.”
Harker’s smile grew wider and far more predatory. “No. No you are not. That could prove problematic down the line, what when you’re looking for a safe place to hide.”
“From you? Doubtful.”
“We’ll see. Sleep with one eye open, dear.”
Lucy offered Cynthia a little wave, then turned around and followed her partner up the ramp, leaving the middle Mitchell to safeguard the Scandalous wreckage until the zebras finally arrived.