Post by SammieSinclair on Apr 12, 2015 14:43:13 GMT
With Roxie McCrimmon’s recent ascent to tag team champion, there now was probably no other contender to the title of “Most Snakebit Career in FAWN” than Krystal Erway.
Ten years ago now, when the Tacoma Titan was dominating FAWN2, beating all comers not named Anciline de Cyr, great things had been predicted. And though it took nearly a decade to make good on those predictions of championship gold, once she and Kylie Sanders had formed a partnership, things seemed to be heading in the right direction...
... until a freak, sparring injury.
A freak, sparring injury that had now very nearly cost the brunette a good two years of her career. Save for two matches, each which had ended in the very same manner--with her hampered knee once again done in, sending her back to the hospital, and back into arduous rehab. But Erway was nowhere near ready to call it a career--especially not when the last woman to demolish her knee was none other than her former partner, and that offense still demanded vengeance.
“The following contest is scheduled for one fall,” the announcer declares, “with a twenty minute time limit. Introducing first, from Tacoma, Washington... She stands five feet six inches tall, and weighs in tonight at one hundred and forty three pounds...”
Behind the curtain, Krystal grimaces. Still had a couple of pounds to go, to work her way back down to her ideal fighting weight.
“Ladies and gentlemen,” the announcer resumes, “please welcome back to the FAWN Arena the Tacoma Titan... KRRRYYYSSSTTTAAALLL ERRRWWWAAAYYY!!!!!”
Krystal Erway...
Marcy Playground's "Coming Up from Behind" blasts over the speakers. A moment later, the curvaceous brunette emerges to a rapturous ovation and the buxom brunette strides onto the ramp to a raucous reception--one that is not in the least bit dampened by the impossible to miss brace encasing and supporting the right knee that had very nearly brought an end to her career, just as it was at long last beginning to start. Krystal beams, delighted to have the crowd sounding thoroughly behind her tonight, a hearty chorus of “WEL-COME BACK!” chants threatening to overwhelm her anthem.
The assembled fans certainly seem to approve of her, both for her demeanor as she slaps hands with the fans along the aisle on her way to ringside, and for the way the rising star fills out her lavender bikini top and matching hipster briefs, her wavy dark hair flowing behind her as she picks up speed.
Krystal rolls under the bottom rope, and then quickly hops to her feet, full bosom a-jiggle to the even further delight of the fans. And though she is still smiling and saluting the crowd, once in the ring, Erway is all business. After one brief sigil for the Krystal Contingent, Erway settles into her corner, clutching the top rope and stretching out her shapely form for this return to action--which, ideally, would finally put her back on the roster full time.
With the Tacoma native still eliciting Titanic cheers from the FAWNatics, the sound of The Clash fills the arena. Quickly thereafter, the crowd displays its disapproval in thunderous fashion for Erway’s former ‘Special’ partner.
The elfin blonde enters stage left and moves to the center. Again, as with her match with Smith, she carries a sporty, beige Louis Vuitton handbag over her shoulder, obviously one of the new perks of joining VB&A and receiving a nice supplemental salary.
Although the contents hadn’t made their way out to be used against Wendy, tonight might be a different story.
As the jeers echo throughout, they only double when a few steps behind, Fortune’s Favorite follows, joining her newest Associate. Together the two blondes gaze with sly grins over the crowd, shoulder to shoulder, a sight becoming more familiar but no less surreal to longtime FAWNatics.
As one, VanBuren and Sanders head down the ramp and aisle. The Hawkeye wears a black one-piece, black leather belt around her midriff, black lace covering her shoulders and upper arms, the Iowan apparently going all in with Vuitton, sporting designer togs as well. She finishes things off with black boots and pads.
Kylie Sanders...
For her part, Portia wears a tight black cocktail dress and black pumps, Baby looking like she’s ready for a night out on the town in Lower Manhattan more than standing beside a ring in central Florida.
The new teammates pass the outstretched hands as The Clash continues…
“So alone I keep the wolves at bay…
And there’s only one thing I can say..ayy…ayy…
You didn’t stand by me…
No not at all…
You didn’t stand by me…
No way”
( www.youtube.com/watch?v=NYkQK8QsQ2w&index=3&list=LLU6MWpP-rt2kWv-tOm824HA ).
Ky reaches the ring and rises up the steps, her hazel eyes focused keenly on her fellow ‘K’, the one she’d brutally ‘Pearl Harbored’ and sent to the disabled list for months, starting Sanders’ descent, or ascent depending on if you were talking to the former Pleasant Valley Princess. She turns to receive a few welcome words of advice from her fellow FAWN icon before cautiously sliding through the ropes.
After joining Erway, the ring announcer makes Sanders’ arrival official.
“And her opponent, standing five feet four inches tall and weighing in at 113 pounds, from Pleasant Valley, Iowa…KYLIE SANDERS!”
The crowd only increases its enmity and volume. And as she bounces in place, stretching, a low murmur breaks into a loud sustained chant.
“TROLL…TROLL…TROLL.”
A furious Sanders covers her ears, shouting at the FAWNatics to shut their mouths. They don’t.
Next it’s Portia demanding the crowd cease and desist, but there’s no stopping them. That is until the Kylie shouts at the ref to ring the bell and start the match. He complies.
While the sound of the bell echoes in the air, Krystal doesn't move out of her corner--instead, the brunette rhythmically stomps a boot against the canvas. Her RIGHT boot--possibly to test the joint and the brace giving it protection, possibly as a reminder to the Pleasant Valley Princess of just what remained on Kylie's ledger, or perhaps a combination of the above. "You know something, Ky?" Sanders' former partner asks. "I can't believe I never saw it before. But they're right... you're a TROLL!"
Finally, Erway drifts away from her corner, circling the Hawkeye, but as she does, the Tacoma Titan adds her voice to the FAWNatics, chanting "TROLL... TROLL... TROLL..." right along with, even as she looks for an opening to surge into a collar and elbow.
Sanders' face turns rosy. "Keep it up, chubs," Kylie responds. "As much as I owed you a beating for the backstab of basically forcing me to take on Krazy Shea alone, it's going to be SO MUCH worse after those..." Kylie's face turns sour as she gazes down at Krystal's impressive rack, Sanders pursing her lips before spitefully growling "...those Geysers."
As Krystal narrows the gap between them, Kylie responds in kind, tying up and looking for leverage. It takes only an instant for Erway's power to send Sanders backtracking, her spine quickly pressed into the ropes. Kylie demands a break as does the official moments later. "Get her off me. Get those off of me."
Against probably any other woman in the company (accept, perhaps, a certain French vache) Erway would have relinquished the lock-up as soon as the official had called for a break. Against her onetime friend and partner, however, the Tacoma Titan does just the opposite--not only remaining cinched up, but leeeeeaning her body into the Pleasant Valley Princess, holding Kylie against the ropes, relenting only when the count reaches "FOUR!"
At that point, Erway draws back, raising her hands above her head as she retreats to the center of the ring. One message sent, the brunette conveys another when she extends her right arm toward Sanders, beckoning the elfin blonde off the ropes with a curl of her finger.
"Oh you don't have to ask. I take what I want now." Kylie spits. Sanders leans into the cables and bolts out, right arm cocked. She surges toward her target and delivers a forearm smash to Krystal's chest that moves the curvy Titan back perhaps a step. Erway's smirk sets Kylie off on a race to the ropes to Krystal's left side and, after the u-turn, the blonde charges her former partner again with the same attack and the same results. Krystal motions to the opposite ropes and a determined Sanders is off again, rebounding back toward the busty brunette.
The third time is supposed to be the charm, but not in this instance. Kylie's latest forearm maybe forces Erway back a further half step... MAYBE. But righting herself, Krystal flashes the Hawkeye a confident smirk. "Still got one more set of ropes, Ky," the voluptuous brunette mutters, and Sanders doesn't need much more in the way of an invitation. Only this time, as Kylie pivots and charges toward the rubber coated steel, Krystal doesn't remain stationary. She, in turn, takes off after her opponent, extending an arm--hoping to meet Sanders the moment her back hits the cables with a clothesline.
The limb THUMPS across Kylie's clavicle and sends the blonde pinwheeling over the top rope. Somehow, Kylie reaches out her left hand before momentum sends her off the apron. She snatches onto the top rope and wobbles, the force of the clothesline and the back flip combining to leave Sanders a little unsure of her whereabouts. Still, when Krystal moves toward her, she has enough sense to throw a right cross toward Krystal's jaw. One problem. Erway picks it off with ease, blocking with her left forearm.
Following the block, the Tacoma Titan slips that arm behind her neck, after which Krystal locks HER left arm around Kylie's noggin. Reaching over the top rope with her right hand, Erway latches on to a handful of black leather at the blonde's hip. Both grips secured, the curvy brunette pops her hips, preparing to give her rebuilt knee its first major test of the night by bringing Kylie back into the ring via a vertical suplex.
And Erway passes the test neatly, swinging Kylie forward and up. She holds Sanders in place as she backpedals to the center, letting the blood of her former partner pool in her braincase, Kylie's face turning rosy once more. The crowd counts along as Krystal maintains Kylie in an elevated headstand. Until 'TEN' sends Krystal laying out and delivering Kylie to the canvas with a CRASH. Sanders spasms into a pained arch, her hazel eyes disappearing behind shuttered lids; her right hand reaching for the base of her spine. Kylie skids toward the ropes and Portia, deciding a break and a conference with her fellow Associate is in order.
Erway takes a step toward the retreating Hawkeye, but as Kylie reaches the ropes, the referee is quick to get between Special and K. He orders the brunette back, and Krystal does step away, allowing Sanders to reach the ropes and enter into a brainstorming session with Fortune's Favorite. However, as the two FAWN Originals discuss strategy, the Tacoma Titan drops to the mat, rolling under the bottom rope and out onto the floor to the side of the ring off Van Buren's left shoulder. Erway charges, grabbing the steel ringpost and swinging around onto a direct path toward Portia. As her fingers slip away from the post, Erway's arm remains extended, the brunette looking to land another clothesline--this one to Baby.
And Krystal BLASTS another clothesline into an Associate, the slender socialite's pumps removed from the thinly padded cement. VanBuren lands on her back and shoulders, showing plenty of upskirt...err...dress, black panties flashing from beneath. But while Erway stands over Portia in a standing straddle, Kylie's hands flash to Krystal's baby blues, Sanders raking her nails across the peepers. As Krystal howls in pain and fury, Sanders fashions both hands into claws and sinks them into low-hanging fruit. Burying her digits into the bountiful flesh of Krystal's Geysers, Kylie tears and twists into the Titan's bosom, making a point her style of interference is completely unwelcome.
With her grips still in place, Kylie shoves Erway until her foe's back is pressed against the steel barricade. Releasing, Kylie tries to pay back Krystal's earlier favor, Sanders lifting her right arm wide, hoping to clothesline the busty brunette into the front row and maybe pick up a victory while Krystal worked her way out of the morons who loved her so much.
Sanders' scythe manages half the job, Krystal lifted off her feet when the Hawkeye's arm slams into her collarbone. But Kylie can't QUITE manage to generate the force necessary to send the Tacoma Titan flopping over the steel. Instead of going up and over, Erway goes down and... well, probably not out. Not THIS early in the contest. But she still winds up on her rump, legs splayed, her right thigh resting between Kylie's feet.
Sanders lands a couple of sideways stomps to Erway's pride and joys before turning to move to Portia. Kylie sits the wide-eyed Manhattanite up against the steel steps before rolling into and out of the ring. She strides to Erway and tugs Krystal up by her head. "You're not getting out of this that easy," Kylie says. Grabbing a wrist of Krystal's she starts to spin her cargo in a pirouette so she can send the Titan's spine CRASHING into the rim of the apron and, with Erway's backbone bent and hurting, follow up by working Krystal's chest over with curled fists, bashing them like dual speed bags.
But as Sanders yanks on one of Krystal's wrists, the Tacoma Titan's OTHER hand latches on to the metallic railing, mooring the brunette in place. Kylie tries again, but with even less success, her eyes beginning to widen as Erway's narrow. Before the Pleasant Valley Princess can try one more time, Krystal shifts her hips, driving a kneelift up into the Iowan's breadbasket. Kylie's grip on her wrist falls away, Sanders doubling over slightly as she staggers backward. Pushing away from the barrier, the Tacoma Titan now snatches one of her foe's wrists, only instead of lining Kylie up with the ring, the brunette prepares to whip Sanders toward the ringsteps--AND the slowly stirring Portia.
The gasping Kylie tries to shake free of Erway's grip and then put on the brakes, but Krystal is too strong to be denied. Kylie is sent racing the short distance to her fellow Associate. Both women's eyes catch the others a split second before impact, Kylie able to turn a shoulder into Baby to protect herself to a degree. But the result is worse for Portia and good for neither as the steps CLANG with the impact of blondes against metal. With the two flaxen-haired FAWN icons in a jumbled, twisted heap in front of her, the crowd roaring, Krystal can no doubt feel some of what so many had considered her potential being realized as she decides which bytch to peel from the other and batter into helplessness.
Erway glances down at the wreckage of two FAWN legends with a decided amount of satisfaction. "Well," the brunette mutters to herself, "guess I should only have to worry about ONE of you for a little while yet..."
As it turns out, however, there IS someone else that the Tacoma Titan needs to worry about: the official. With his count at "SEVEN!" Krystal peels Kylie off of Portia before shoving her under the bottom rope. The brunette quickly follows suit, rolling into the ring and climbing to her feet. Yanking Sanders up with a handful of hair, she stuff's the elfin blonde's noggin under her left arm and claims another handful of of Kylie's belt. But as she starts to lift Sanders again, her aim is NOT another suplex--instead, she intends to drop Kylie's shins on the top rope before connecting with her rope assisted DDT.
(ROPE ASSISTER DDT @0:44:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=17ITx5EipEA )
Situated perfectly when her legs drop back in the direction they'd come up, Sanders' ankles drape across the uppermost cable, Krystal still with a tight front facelock grip around Ky's braincase. The former Corps now solidly part of Krystal's Contingent roar, delighted at the sight of Kylie stretched out in peril at the complete command of her former partner. Krystal allows Kylie to consider the worst before making it a reality, the Tacoma Titan laying out and DRIVING the crown of Kylie's skull into the thinly sheathed plywood with the monster DDT. Kylie remains in a high noon headstand for a split second before tumbling over to her back in a glassy-eyed spreadeagle at Krystal's side. From the outside, Portia, kneeling next to the apron her chin on the canvas, shouts at Sanders to get up.
"I don't think she can hear you bytch, bytch," Krystal remarks over her shoulder at VanBuren, then drapes herself across Kylie's chest. As the referee dives down beside them and examines Sanders' shoulders, the Tacoma Titan reaches to hook the outside leg, collecting the...
ONE...
TWO...
... and Sanders kicks free, flopping onto her right shoulder. "I heard," Kylie squeaks weakly. "And I am," she adds, pushing slowly to all fours before stopping to gather some senses and breath with a brief pit stop.
"Always were a stubborn one," Krystal mutters, shaking her head as she climbs to her feet. "Used to be endearing, too." Grabbing a helping of Kylie's blonde locks, the Tacoma Titan tugs her former partner up onto rubbery legs. "Now? Not so much..."
Lining the Hawkeye up with the far corner, the voluptuous brunette prepares to launch Sanders toward the buckles with a mighty Irish whip--and to further impair the Pleasant Valley Princess' oxygen supply by following her in with a massive splash.
And again, Kylie is sent on the express courtesy of Erway's whip. Sanders nearly flies across the expanse, at the last second turning into the buckles. The Hawkeye's body spasms from the force of the collision but remains upright. Already halfway to her target, the busty brunette picks up speed and launches a few feet out. A stricken Kylie bleats out a breathy 'no' but gravity does not accede to her wishes, Krystal landing like an avalanche atop Sanders, the Geysers pounding into Kylie's face. The rocked blonde's noggin snaps back from the impact as her her body is compacted by the solid frame of the Titan. Splashed into a bleary-eyed stupor, Kylie staggers out a few steps when Krystal moves to the side and allows her foe freedom. There Kylie melts to her knees then haunches, swaying, her head bobbling.
Taking the suggestion of her entrance anthem, Erway opts to come up on Kylie from behind, placing a boot between the blonde's shoulderblades and sending her to her chest with a nudge. Krystal then stoops, collecting both of her opponent's ankles before stepping through her legs. Slipping Kylie's boots under her arms, the Tacoma Titan looks up to the crowd. "HOW YOU GUYS FEEL ABOUT A ROCKING *TROLL* CRAB?" she asks the FAWNatics, then leans forward to slap at the Pleasant Valley Princess' flanks, looking to spur Kylie's arms into motion--and into her grasp.
(ROCKING TROLL CRAB @1:44:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=kZ8QgcKoPMc )
The Hawkeye's arms move reflexively to cover her sides and the newly minted Associate provides the handles for which Erway is looking. Showing strength Sanders, or for that matter VanBuren, couldn't hope to match, Krystal tugs the hogtied Kylie off the deck, all fours limbs captured. Erway rocks her cradle to the chant of "TROLL...TROLL...TROLL" from the assembled.
The anguished face of the Hawkeye still shows some frustration from the crowd but Erway's masterful submission is garnering most of her attention, Kylie chirping out a pained 'NO' when the ref asks if she wants to give in. "I beat Clayton and Smith. You think I'm losing to this cowOWWWAHHH" Each rock back now draaags Kylie's face along the abrasive canvas.
"You were saying," Erway mocks.
Kylie's response is an incoherent wail. "That's what I thought." Releasing Sanders’ wrists, Krystal raises her arms, allowing the Hawkeye to crash to the canvas, face and chest first. Basking in the cheers of the FAWNatics, the Tacoma Titan circles around to Sanders' head, and after grabbing one more handful of hair, the brunette pulls her foe into a standing headscissors. Her impressive chest comes to rest against Kylie's back as Erway leans forward, wrapping her arms around Kylie's waist. Then, with a small grunt, the Pleasant Valley Princess' former tag partner attempts to swing Kylie up onto her shoulder and into a Canadian backbreaker. Of course, those familiar with the arsenal of the Tacoma Titan know that Sanders' stay on her shoulder would be a brief one, the backbreaker merely serving as a precursor to her Krystalizer.
(KRYSTALIZER @1:46:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=SDGz8-2B100 )
Sanders is sent onto her former partner's right shoulder, her vertebrae bent in a nasty arc. But as Erway seeks to Krystallize the situation, stepping forward for momentum, a wriggling Sanders manages to slide down the backside. As Krystal spins to reacquire her prey, she's met by a toe kick to the tummy from the Hawkeye that stops the curvy brunette in her tracks. With Krystal doubled, Kylie drives a stomp into her foe's braced knee, the blonde delighting in the yip of pain from the Titan as Krystal genuflects in front of her. When she does, Kylie is off like a shot. Rebounding off the ropes, Ky reaches Erway's remaining raised knee, ready to use it for a platform to whip a kick into her foe's cranium with a Shining Wizard.
The one thing Kylie had going for her in this contest of former partners was her agility, and with the Tacoma Titan brought to one knee, she finally has the chance. Erway grimaces as Sanders' weight settles atop her re-enforced knee, but the worst comes when the Pleasant Valley Princess' other foot swings toward her noggin, the bootleather making a resounding impression on Krystal's temple. The Tacoma Titan's upper body swings to the left with her head, the curvaceous brunette's eyes beginning to cross as her eyelids flutter shut. Krystal then pitches headlong to the canvas, one good strike reducing her to a mass of spasming flesh.
Portia gives Kylie a dainty golf clap, Sanders snickering at the sight before turning and landing a series of stomps to Krystal's Geysers. "Do they have your room ready, Krystal?" This time Ky leaps into the air and DOUBLE STOMPS Erway's gurls, flattening them as best she can, the Heartland Horror then grinding her boot leather into the thin sheath covering the brunette's bosom. A delighted Sanders hops off her former friend and boots Krystal in the ribs, convincing the cow to roll to her udders. Once there, Kylie mounts her foe in a squatting forward straddle of Erway's lower spine. Reaching forward, Kylie snakes her arms under and around those of Erway, hoping to link digits behind Krystal's neck and pull the Titan back into a Full Nelson version of the Camel Clutch.
All of Erway's might does the brunette no good when she's sprawled on her stomach--or, for that matter, when her upper body is slowly peeled off the mat by the crouching Hawkeye. Before the breathless Tacoma Titan can react to the predicament she finds herself in, Kylie's fingers lace together, completing the full nelson. Ordinarily, given the size differential between them, this would be a difficult tactic for the smaller blonde--but not when she's practically seated against the small of her ex-partner's back.
Kylie rocks back on her clutch, and the further she does, the more the Tacoma Titan's Geysers are forced to straaaaaaaaaiiiiiin against their confines, the purple lycra making a valiant effort to reign them in--at least for the time being. "PLEASE DON'T TAP!" the FAWNatics chant, ironically or not being difficult to say--with Erway's hands suspended WELL above her head by the elfin blonde's nelson, tapping wasn't an option, even if she wanted to.
And it's clear that she doesn't, when Krystal responds to the ref's check for a submission with an anguished but determined, "HELLLLLLL NOOOAAAAGGGGGGGHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!"
A frustrated Sanders swings Krystal's head from side to side, rattling her braincase. "GIVE. GIVE. GIVE" she screams, but Erway, a little more glassy-eyed, still refuses. Rising out of her crouch, Kylie THROWS Krystal's head into the canvas, her noggin SLAMMING into the deck and bouncing. Kylie takes a victory lap around the splayed face down brunette, raising her hands high and wide, Portia offering a more sincere ovation this time. Sanders finally dips down to collect Krystal around the braincase and tug the returnee to her feet. Slapping on a tight side headlock, Kylie leads Krystal toward a corner, Ky rising up the ropes to the side of the buckles, planning to u-turn off the top buckle and springboard bulldog Erway to the canvas, SPIKING her face into the thinly-sheathed plywood.
Sanders launches off the top turnbuckle, swinging over Krystal's shoulder and sailing through the air in a steep descent toward the canvas. Krystal's mug meets the mat with a massive impact, the force of her landing sending the Tacoma Titan flopping over to her back in an ungainly sprawl. That motion is purely involuntary, but what happens next is pure instinct, as the curvy brunette begins to roll toward the ropes, looking for a moment's respite outside the ring.
And after missing a swipe to try and corral her foe and get a pinning attempt, the elfin blonde lets the pneumatic brunette roll on her merry way. When Krystal slips outside, finding the cement with her boot soles, Kylie turns the official's chin in her direction. "So you tell me. Why am I the bad guy?" The ref does a double take while he counts the ways and, as he does, Portia hops up to the mat and races down the outside of the ropes toward the seemingly clueless Krystal, ready to dive toward her and ride the Titan to the floor and go bombs away on her with a Thesz Press.
While shaking the cobwebs out, Krystal catches sight of a black and ivory blur of motion out of the corner of her eye. She turns JUST in time to see Fortune's Favorite flying off the apron and toward her, and once again, instinct takes over. The buxom brunette sinks into a very slight crouch, her arms moving to catch the slender socialite--which she does, without a problem. But the sudden acquisition of a one hundred and eighteen pound Baby causes Krystal's right knee to balk, and with Portia's momentum, that sends Erway tumbling backward. The Tacoma Titan hits the floor, VanBuren's rump SLAMMING down atop her midsection--but the whiplash of her fall sends the back of Krystal's skull 'THWUUNK'ing off the floor. Her bell quite rung, Erway can only groan as Baby's fists begin to fall, the brunette's arms lazily lifting to block, but not rising nearly high enough.
VanBuren sends perfectly manicured curled digits flying in furious sets, sweeping Erway's head from side to side with each impact. The slender socialite dismounts Krystal with perfect timing, rolling to her feet as the official turns away from Sanders. "Where is she?" the man asks Fortune's Favorite.
Portia motions to her feet. "Top heavy," Baby says with a shrug. "They drew her over. Let's see if I can help." Grabbing a handful of long dark locks, Portia tears Krystal to her feet and runs her to the canvas, tossing her in under the bottom rope. Kylie waits patiently as Krystal fights her way up, stealthily keeping in Erway's six until she reaches vertical. Tapping a wobbly Krystal on the shoulder, she waits for the busty brunette to turn so she can gut her with a toe kick and plant her face-first to the deck with a sit-out facebuster.
Unfortunately for Kylie, there are certain... anatomical difficulties... in trying to deliver that particular move against the Tacoma Titan. Unfortunately for Krystal, all that means is that before her face can be introduced to the canvas, Erway's juggs SLAM into the merciless, thinly covered plywood first. Alas, they only take the WORST of the collision--Erway's features STILL take a forceful blow, just not QUITE as powerful as Sanders might have happened. But it's enough to send the brunette bouncing over to her back, Krystal's jubblies remaining in motion long after the rest of her has settled into a starfish.
Kylie, with Krystal waylaid and backbound between her extended if abbreviated gams, scrambles around to Erway's side. She layers her diminutive frame crosswise across those battered breasts, and hooks a leg for the...
ONE...
TWO...
THRNOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!
The Tacoma Titan fires her right fist defiantly into the air, lifting her shoulder off the canvas and breaking the count--though it doesn't dislodge the Pleasant Valley Princess from atop her chest.
Kylie tilts her head at the official. "Are you kidding?" The man assures Sanders he is not. Ky huffs at the buffoon and gets about her business. Sinking her nails into Krystal's Geysers, Kylie viciously drags Erway to her feet by the fleshy handles. Releasing her grip when they reach vertical, she paintbrushes the Titan's cheek with an echoing craack of a slap that spins the unsteady Erway in a 180. From behind, Kylie nuzzles close, wrapping her arms around Krystal's midriff. "Congrats are in order I see," Kylie grunts as she cinches her hug. "How many weeks are you?" With the final insult registered, Sanders tries to go old school and lift Krystal with a German suplex, ready to end this match with her Over and Done, stacking Erway up on her shoulders with a bridging pin and the win.
Once upon a time, the Kylie Corps would have erupted at the sight of the diminutive Hawkeye managing to power a considerably bigger brunette off her feet. But now, what draws thunderous cheers are the Tacoma Titan's soles settling back against the mat, after only having been lifted a few inches. A groaning Sanders tries again, but only just manages to get Krystal airborne on the second attempt before her feet touch down once more. Before the Pleasant Valley Princess can mount a third try, Erway cocks her right elbow, slinging it backward and catching Kylie in the ear. The blow loosens the elfin blonde's embrace, allowing Erway to spin and face her former partner--and when she does, Krystal's arms begin to snake around Kylie's waist, the Tacoma Titan attempting to apply a bearhug.
And what a difference in hugs! While Kylie's was a means to an end, Erway's immediately takes on the looks of an end for Sanders. The chest to chest embrace sends Kylie's breath bursting from her lips, her hazel eyes going buggy as Erway cinches Sanders tight and lifts her former partner to toetips and beyond. And while Kylie having her arms inside the hug gives her a bit more room, it leaves her next to defenseless, unable to pry or ring a couple ears. Instead, she squirms uselessly, face reddening by the second and gasping, the look on the former leader of the Corps appearing more panicky by the breathless second.
"How ya feeling there, Ky?" Krystal asks through clenched teeth, pouring as much pressure as she can summon through her arms and into Sanders' collapsing midsection. "Lookin' a little green around the gills, I gotta say..." Instead of waiting for an answer, the Tacoma Titan instead relinquishes her embrace and takes a small step back. With Kylie swaying gently in front of her, chest heaving, Krystal brings her hands up to pointedly cup her gurls. "Gotta save some air in your lungs for the Geysers to take, don't I?"
Again, Erway doesn't wait for an answer, burying a kick into the Iowan's midriff that sends Kylie lurching forward. As she does, Krystal spins away from her foe, reaching up to grab the Hawkeye's noggin and pull Kylie's chin over her shoulder for the Krystaline Crush.
Sanders' head is snatched over Erway's shoulder and Ky's chin is drawn snug to the Titan's nape. Instantaneously, Erway sits out and sends Kylie dropping with her. The elfin blonde's head snaps back from the wicked impact, Kylie bouncing up to her knees before settling on her haunches, the hazel lights on but nobody home. Krystal spins to kneel in front of Sanders. She lifts an index finger, pressing it against the tip of Kylie's nose. With the slightest flex of the digit, Krystal sends Kylie timbering over, Sanders' hammies ending atop her calves, the Hawkeye folded back on herself, shoulders noticeably flat to canvas even if her pelvis was pointed up on an angle.
Krystal promptly swings a leg over Kylie's belly, settling into a seat atop the blonde's stomach. The Tacoma Titan's hands move to Sanders' chest, palming the Hawkeye's juggs as she holds her down for the...
ONE...
TWO...
THRNOOO!
Even with her legs taken out of the equation, Kylie manages to shave a shoulder off the mat. She grabs at Krystal's wrists, trying to remove them from pressing her C’s into pancakes, but without much success. "I'm going to..." Ky grunts as she tries to unfold her stems, but with Krystal's mass atop them, the Hawkeye seems stuck, shifting from side to side to keep one shoulder up at all times.
Remembering a time not too long ago in this match, Krystal's fingers start to curl inward, sinking deeply into Kylie's mammaries. The Tacoma Titan then climbs to her feet, using those dual handholds to yank a squealing Pleasant Valley Princess back to verticality as well. Releasing those claws, Erway's hands then move to Sanders' back, doubling the Hawkeye over before Krystal's powerful arms ensnare Kylie's waist. The curvy brunette then attempts to use her gutwrench to hoist her foe airborne, a diabolical piledriver looming in the elfin blonde's near future.
(GUTWRENCH PILEDRIVER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=9UckX7ScRcY )
But Kylie has something else in mind. Adding a leap to Krystal's wrench, Sanders flies up but also over Erway's shoulder. The Hawkeye lands on her feet behind the Titan, back to back with her former partner. Quickly, reaching over her shoulder, Kylie searches for Krystal’s braincase to encircle it with a 3/4 facelock so she can pull the back of Erway's neck across her shoulder and sit out to the canvas, hoping to snap Krystal's neck in the process.
Quickness and cunning converge into one VERY effective counter. Swinging her legs out in front of her, Kylie drops to he backside--and with Krystal unable to see exactly when Kylie leaves her feet, the powerful brunette can't brace herself to take on Sanders' weight. The abrupt backward yank puts a strain on her surgically reconstructed knee, but that pales in comparison to the wicked impact of her neck against the Hawkeye's shoulder. With a fading moan, the Tacoma Titan collapses to her stomach, her right boot kicking at the mat while both her hands move to massage her now aching neck.
Kylie reclines against the splayed Erway, holding a raised right index finger high. On the sidelines, Portia points at her fellow Associate nodding in agreement that Sanders is #1, at least in the ring. Tugging Krystal up by her locks, Kylie transfers her grip to a wrist and Irish whips her foe toward the opposite ropes. Or at least that was the plan. Instead, Krystal quickly reverses and it's Kylie racing off at warp speed while Erway gets a right clothesline ready to behead a certain troll. Again, Kylie chooses not follow Krystal's script. As she rebounds toward Krystal, Kylie goes low, sliding on a knee under Erway's scythe-like arm, trying to connect with a gut punch.
(SLIDING GUT PUNCH:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=FEHvYvaEfgE )
And connect the traitorous blonde does, her fist driving in to Krystal just south of the brunette's belly button... not SO low as to be a thoroughly cheap shot, but low enough that Erway's legs instantly buckle. Wrapping an arm around her lower tummy, the Tacoma Titan slumps forward, staggering as she fights to maintain a semblance of balance--and to recover some breath.
Kylie pops to her feet, smirking. "Becky, Wendy and this behemoth! I can beat anyone!" With Erway on her knees, Sanders presses her foe's head down and draws it between her thighs, clamping on a standing head scissors. "You're all going to find out...cows DON'T sleep standing up." Her insult drawing jeers, Kylie readies another sit out to the canvas so she can SPIKE Krystal's head to the deck, the noggin still scissored between her thighs.
It was probably smart that Kylie didn't attempt to muscle Krystal upside down. But whatever her attack might have lacked in elevated impact, it more than makes up for with swiftness of execution. The crown of Erway's skull is BLASTED into the canvas, the Tacoma Titan dropping into a shuddering heap of glistening, jellied flesh between the parted stems of the Pleasant Valley Princess. And yet... it's only a moment before Krystal's hands flatten against the mat, the voluptuous brunette attempting to push up to her hands and knees. But it goes for naught, Erway crumpling back into a boneless pool almost immediately.
Startled by even the attempt to rise, Kylie decides to shove Krystal to her back. She climbs aboard in a crossbody press of the chest of the busty brunette for...
ONE...
TWO...
Krystal heaves Kylie off her bosom sending Sanders so far into the air, the Hawkeye lands on her feet. The elfin blonde stares at Portia, hazel eyes wide with concern. Shaking off her amazement, Ky takes off for the ropes behind her and rebounds at full speed, taking flight over the midriff of the Titan, planning to force some air from Erway with a leaping somersault senton.
Krystal clearly still had some power left in her curvaceous frame--but that might relied on oxygen to fuel that strength. And now, Kylie was systematically going about depriving her of that precious resource. Her back SLAMS down across Erway's open midsection, forcing a loud moan of an exhale out of the Tacoma Titan as her legs fly up into the air. Sanders deftly snatches and hooks both thighs, remaining reclined across her former partner for the...
ONE...
TWO...
THNOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!
Krystal kicks out... though notably without the authority of a moment ago, only managing to generate enough space to allow herself to roll over on her left hip.
No one notices more than Sanders the reduction in force of the kickout. Kylie corrals Krystal by the head and drags the wobbly brunette to her feet. She shoves Erway toward the nearest corner, the Titan stumbling to the buckles, her arms ending draped over the middle ropes, her head tucked under the middle buckle. Delighted, Kylie raises her right hand high and signals for a Pleasant Valley Ass Kicking. Scurrying to the opposite corner, Sanders shoots across the canvas, ready to dropkick Krystal in the ass and try and fuse the vertebrae in Erway's neck one more time.
(STOOPED DROPKICK @ 1:08:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=f4F5OPzNi6I )
With such a target, it's hard for the Pleasant Valley Princess to miss-and she doesn't. The elfin blonde's boots SLAM into Krystal's hindquarter, thrusting Erway forward and, thanks to the bindings of the ropes, jamming the brunette's neck. The Tacoma Titan lurches out of the corner, remaining on her knees along the ropes as she swivels from facing the ring to the ropes. Erway's journey ends with her about midway between ringposts, the curvy beauty sagging against the ropes, her Geysers hanging over the middle cable.
Showing the ability that had kept her in FAWN for over a decade, if not always on top, Sanders is on the move again. Racing to the ropes opposite her former partner. But there he is.
Brian: scratch that over here. Kylie charges toward Erway, who's hung herself out to dry. The Hawkeye launches, sending her right leg over the Titan, Kylie planning on landing astride her sizable foe and riding her, forcing her Geysers down across the rubber-coated steel cable more than a few times.
And the one hundred and eighteen pounds of the Pleasant Valley Princess against Krystal's back transforms the middle rope into the underwire from hell, the Tacoma Titan first whimpering and then howling as the rubber coated steel tortures her gurls. Fortunately, the official's count brings the onslaught to a halt, Kylie withdrawing just past the tick of "FOUR!" That allows Erway to sink a little deeper. Unfortunately, the Tacoma Titan doesn't think to turn away from the cables. Noting that, Kylie turns back to her foe, clutching the top rope and leaping into the air, bringing her knees down against Krystal's shoulderblades and DRIVING Krystal's larynx into the rope. "LET HER OFF THE ROPES, KYLIE!" the ref barks, beginning a new count.
Kylie doesn't acknowledge the zebra for another four seconds before hopping off her amusement ride. A jubilant Sanders takes a victory lap around the ring as a redfaced and gagging Erway knee-walks away from the ropes, grasping at her throat. "I own this bytch," Kylie shouts. "I'm no troll. I'm a machine!" Ky drags Krystal up from her knees and sets the wobblybutt Erway in front of her. Fashioning her hands into fists, Kylie starts to have some fun, using the Titan’s Geysers as punching bags, hitting them with right and left combos, both jabs and crosses, a pained Krystal rocked by the impacts but keeping herself upright before Kylie kisses her right fist and sends a bolo punch uppercut toward Krystal's chin.
The FAWNatics wait for Krystal to mount a defense, but none comes and Kylie's fist connects with Erway's jaw, ROCKING the buxom Tacoma Titan back on her heels... and then further. The brunette goes into full reverse, keeping her footing as she backpedals into the ropes. But when the cables propel Krystal back toward her opponent, she raises a cocked elbow, letting out an angry roar as she charges the Hawkeye, looking to turn misfortune to her advantage with a running elbow smash.
(RUNNING ELBOW SMASH:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=jHj6pOZwmwg )
Kylie is caught completely flatfooted by the titanic blast from Erway. Sanders is turned inside out from the impact, Kylie sent somersaulting through the air, landing dangerously on her neck before flipping over to her chest and face. An arm wraps around her neck, but otherwise Kylie is motionless for seconds before flopping into a spreadeagle, Krystal's power changing the game in an instant and the crowd bellowing its approval at newest Associate being demolished.
"THAT'S IT!" the Tacoma Titan bellows. "THIS BYTCH IS GOIN' DOWN! *HARD*!!!" As the FAWNatics loudly proclaim their support for Krystal's vow, Erway circles around to Kylie's legs. The curvy brunette briefly steps between them, before placing a boot atop the back of each of Sanders' thighs. Once the resurgent beauty gets Kylie's feet hooked against her calves, Krystal leans forward and slaps at the Hawkeye's flanks, ready to hoist her one-time friend toward the rafters with her Washington Wave Rider. (yt)
(WASHINGTON WAVE RIDER @1:18:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=A1h_-_Ps8BY )
Kylie can't help herself and she sends her arms back in protection. Erway quickly gobbles the gifts up at the wrists. The brunette leeeeans back and when she rolls to her back, the Hawkeye is sent airborne above the Titan, all four limbs trapped and aching, her back arched. Erway adds a shake for good measure, drawing a howl of pain from the traitor. Kylie also adds a pitiful squeaking 'no'. As Krystal's former partner, she knows the trip up isn't all and Sanders is proven right when she's flipped out of the predicament only to land on her cranium before ending on her chest, mewling and little more. On the outside, an antsy Portia reaches into Kylie's Louis Vuitton bag, rustling for something, most of the crowd too engrossed in the turnaround inside the ring to notice.
And they're not alone. Inside the ring, the Tacoma Titan springs back to her feet, her hands moving to her lavender bikini top. The FAWNatics only grow louder as Krystal peels first the right strap and then the left down her shoulders, allowing the garment to hang from her torso as the Geysers are freed. "TWO YEARS!" Erway shouts. Two years since Moira Kane had been the last woman to succumb to the Geysers in a match. Grabbing a handful of Kylie's matted locks, the Tacoma Titan begins to peel the Pleasant Valley Princess off the mat. "TOO DAMN LONG, DON'T YOU THINK?"
The crowd agrees wholeheartedly even if Kylie seems too dazed to register an opinion one way or the other. A stinging bytch slap from Krystal not only swings Sanders' noggin to the side, but it draws her consciousness back into focus, particularly when her face returns and she sees Krystal's bared gurls inches in front of her. Hazel eyes filling with fright, Kylie squirms for her freedom, swinging her head from right to left as Krystal pulls her face inexorably toward the Geysers. "Nuhh..puhhlease."
Krystal sighs. "Well, since you used the magic word..."
The sound of 'word' still hangs in the air when the Tacoma Titan VIOLENTLY pulls Kylie's face into her bosom, the Hawkeye's fearful features quickly disappearing within Erway's Geysers. The former Kylie Corps VAULT to their feet as Krystal trades in the handholds on Sanders' mane to instead wrap her arms tightly against the back of Kylie's noggin. "Two years..." the brunette repeats. "Think that's how long I'll KEEP you here!"
Kylie's arms swing wildly above her head, the panicking Sanders unable to slide downward to the mat with the Titan's tight grip. Sanders tries backpedaling to the ropes, but Krystal spins the smaller blonde so she's headed blindly back toward the middle. The seconds with her face encased in Krystal's copious cleavage begin to mount and Kylie's legs give a shudder. Her palms press against Erway's shoulders, trying to break the clammy cushioned seal, but she seems unable to pry her way free anymore successfully than slipping loose.
And as the Pleasant Valley Princess slowly sinks to her knees, the volume of the FAWNatics increases. And a penitent Kylie allows the Tacoma Titan to lean forward, using her leverage to her advantage--and those three pounds she had cursed at her introduction no doubt are serving her well now, Kylie's gasps against her fleshy confines growing ever more insistent, the blonde's neck beginning to ache from her head being forced backward.
With Sanders' arms growing leaden at her sides, Kylie settling on her haunches, back arched as Krystal bares down to finish Kylie's brief winning streak, Portia hops to the apron, screaming at Krystal. "What are you? A wrestler? Or a lap dancer?" VanBuren screams, the slender socialite certainly getting the official's attention if not Erway's.
The elfin blonde's arms spasm up from her sides, weakly, perhaps a gesture of the final passage of Kylie's consciousness from her body... but the referee doesn't notice, as e is instead advancing on Fortune's Favorite. "Get down from there, Portia!" he instructs her. Meanwhile, the Tacoma Titan's jaw nearly falls slack. Seriously??? "HEY!" Erway snaps, before adding in more of a sign, almost entirely to herself. "Can't believe I have to say this..." Raising her voice again, Krystal shouts, "EYES OVER HERE, PAL!"
Kylie shudders as her arms fall limp, the limbs lying over Krystal's shoulders, her legs folding even deeper into her haunches, Sanders drenched in the Geysers. But VanBuren continues to draw the official's attention, particularly when she tries to slide through the ropes. Determined to stop any Associate assistance, the man fails to see a dusky beauty in black tank top, satin shorts and boots slide halfway to Special K when she enters under the bottom rope. Baby fights to enter, keeping the ref at bay and, while she does, Portia tosses the beloved golden knux she pulled from Kylie's Louis Vuitton to Alexis Suguitan. The Filipino heavy hitter of VB&A snatches them from mid-air as she pops to her feet. Krystal barely has time to turn her head to catch the third Associate out of the corner of her eye Suguitan throwing a gilded sucker punch toward the busty brunette's right jawline.
The Tacoma Titan is late to see the danger, and with her arms occupied by drawing Kylie deeper and deeper to her doom, she has no defense. Suguitan's fist finds it mark, the combination of flesh, bone and precious metal creating a resounding impact that only the deaf could not here.
Or a referee.
"NNNnnnnngggggggyyyyyyyyyyyyuuuuuhhhhhhhhh..." the curvaceous brunette groans, her vice trailing away to nothingness, her eyes rolling back as her lids fluttered shut. Knocked senseless, Erway tumbles backward--and though her arms slacken as her consciousness depart, her grip remains secure enough that she pulls Kylie Sanders over with her. Only when Krystal's back hits the canvas do those arms fall away, spilling lifelessly to her sides. Erway's opponent remains on her knees between Krystal's splayed gams--but now Kylie is draped atop her former partner, the Hawkeye's bosom resting against Erway's belly, her face still obscured by the Geysers--but with the Tacoma Titan's shoulders now flat against the mat.
Unsure how much time she has with which to work, Alexis u-turns and slides back out without adjusting Kylie into a standard crossbody. She purposefully drops to the floor after her exit, taking a seat behind the apron. Meanwhile Portia 'loses' her fight with the zebra. Baby throws up her hands to the rising jeers of the crowd and takes a step back to sink down to the floor. Satisfied he's stopped a great injustice, the official turns back to the stupefying scene of an unconscious Kylie pinning an equally drowsy Krystal. The official throws up his hands, having a good idea he's been had. He turns to Portia with a scowl. Baby responds with 'who me?' innocence and the man dutifully drops to the canvas. Slowly slapping the canvas for the...
ONE...
TWO...
Mindful of his likely status as the victim of a ruse, the referee elects to take a page out of the book of his Japanese brethren, his hand remaining elevated perhaps a tick or so longer before beginning its final descent than it had before the first or second. But it doesn't matter. With Alexis Suguitan's gold plated reinforcements, it might very well be late next week before the Tacoma Titan wakes up.
THREE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
As the official calls for the bell, the FAWNatics ERUPT into a symphony of loud jeers.
The ring announcer seems hesitant whether because of injustice or the threat of FAWNatic rioters, but he finally lays down the law. "Your winner...via pinfall...Kylie Sanders!"
That's all Portia has to hear to leap into the air and slide under the ropes. VanBuren peeels/rolls Kylie off the 'beaten' topless Krystal, the elfin blonde spreading out in a demolished starfish. Her face greasy with Geyser moisture, pink tongue poking out from parted lips, Sanders looks as far away from a winner as possible, but Portia unapologetically raises her leaden left arm. Portia lightly taps the glistening apple cheek of her fellow Associate. "Damn Sanders," she chuckles, "you really never do give up."
Kylie huh-wuhs after a couple more taps. She looks glassy-eyed at Baby. "Wuh...wuh," she stammers.
"Win is the operative word, Kylie. It's what VB&A does."
Fortune's Favorite starts to help Kylie up to a seated position... but when Krystal Erway starts to move, Portia takes a small, instinctive jump backwards. The Pleasant Valley Princess is barely open to get her elbows underneath her, preventing a somewhat comical fall back to the canvas from becoming a complete farce. Unfortunately, at least as far as the FAWNatics concern, VanBuren's response proves to be an overreaction. Far from the beginnings of a return to consciousness, it just appears to be an involuntary spasm, Krystal's form weakly shuddering back to motionlessness.
Baby rises, snarling through a fit of laughter from the audience, and drags the still ragdolly Kylie to her feet, keeping her in a tight hug to stop the Hawkeye from wilting back to the canvas. As the two celebrate, Alexis scurries up the aisle as unobtrusively as possible. Portia reaches through the ropes to grab a mic. "Is this girl a heroine? Beats Becky, Wendy and Juggs McGinty over there." Portia has to stop her address to keep a wobblybutt Kylie from flopping to her face. "Where else is there to go but the penthouse after claiming those scalps? Black Court. FAWN isn't a birthright. It isn't a fiefdom. It's a business. It's Associates' business. And this woman is going to prove it by beating the so-called Black Queen of that Court at Spring Break. You can put that in escrow and cash it whenever you like."
Kylie raises a weary arm, finally carrying most of her own weight. Portia moves the stick to Kylie's 'cupid's arrow' lips. "Emily. You threatened to end me if I came at you again. Here's your chance. I'm going to get that World Title this time or die trying."
Ten years ago now, when the Tacoma Titan was dominating FAWN2, beating all comers not named Anciline de Cyr, great things had been predicted. And though it took nearly a decade to make good on those predictions of championship gold, once she and Kylie Sanders had formed a partnership, things seemed to be heading in the right direction...
... until a freak, sparring injury.
A freak, sparring injury that had now very nearly cost the brunette a good two years of her career. Save for two matches, each which had ended in the very same manner--with her hampered knee once again done in, sending her back to the hospital, and back into arduous rehab. But Erway was nowhere near ready to call it a career--especially not when the last woman to demolish her knee was none other than her former partner, and that offense still demanded vengeance.
“The following contest is scheduled for one fall,” the announcer declares, “with a twenty minute time limit. Introducing first, from Tacoma, Washington... She stands five feet six inches tall, and weighs in tonight at one hundred and forty three pounds...”
Behind the curtain, Krystal grimaces. Still had a couple of pounds to go, to work her way back down to her ideal fighting weight.
“Ladies and gentlemen,” the announcer resumes, “please welcome back to the FAWN Arena the Tacoma Titan... KRRRYYYSSSTTTAAALLL ERRRWWWAAAYYY!!!!!”
Krystal Erway...
Marcy Playground's "Coming Up from Behind" blasts over the speakers. A moment later, the curvaceous brunette emerges to a rapturous ovation and the buxom brunette strides onto the ramp to a raucous reception--one that is not in the least bit dampened by the impossible to miss brace encasing and supporting the right knee that had very nearly brought an end to her career, just as it was at long last beginning to start. Krystal beams, delighted to have the crowd sounding thoroughly behind her tonight, a hearty chorus of “WEL-COME BACK!” chants threatening to overwhelm her anthem.
The assembled fans certainly seem to approve of her, both for her demeanor as she slaps hands with the fans along the aisle on her way to ringside, and for the way the rising star fills out her lavender bikini top and matching hipster briefs, her wavy dark hair flowing behind her as she picks up speed.
Krystal rolls under the bottom rope, and then quickly hops to her feet, full bosom a-jiggle to the even further delight of the fans. And though she is still smiling and saluting the crowd, once in the ring, Erway is all business. After one brief sigil for the Krystal Contingent, Erway settles into her corner, clutching the top rope and stretching out her shapely form for this return to action--which, ideally, would finally put her back on the roster full time.
With the Tacoma native still eliciting Titanic cheers from the FAWNatics, the sound of The Clash fills the arena. Quickly thereafter, the crowd displays its disapproval in thunderous fashion for Erway’s former ‘Special’ partner.
The elfin blonde enters stage left and moves to the center. Again, as with her match with Smith, she carries a sporty, beige Louis Vuitton handbag over her shoulder, obviously one of the new perks of joining VB&A and receiving a nice supplemental salary.
Although the contents hadn’t made their way out to be used against Wendy, tonight might be a different story.
As the jeers echo throughout, they only double when a few steps behind, Fortune’s Favorite follows, joining her newest Associate. Together the two blondes gaze with sly grins over the crowd, shoulder to shoulder, a sight becoming more familiar but no less surreal to longtime FAWNatics.
As one, VanBuren and Sanders head down the ramp and aisle. The Hawkeye wears a black one-piece, black leather belt around her midriff, black lace covering her shoulders and upper arms, the Iowan apparently going all in with Vuitton, sporting designer togs as well. She finishes things off with black boots and pads.
Kylie Sanders...
For her part, Portia wears a tight black cocktail dress and black pumps, Baby looking like she’s ready for a night out on the town in Lower Manhattan more than standing beside a ring in central Florida.
The new teammates pass the outstretched hands as The Clash continues…
“So alone I keep the wolves at bay…
And there’s only one thing I can say..ayy…ayy…
You didn’t stand by me…
No not at all…
You didn’t stand by me…
No way”
( www.youtube.com/watch?v=NYkQK8QsQ2w&index=3&list=LLU6MWpP-rt2kWv-tOm824HA ).
Ky reaches the ring and rises up the steps, her hazel eyes focused keenly on her fellow ‘K’, the one she’d brutally ‘Pearl Harbored’ and sent to the disabled list for months, starting Sanders’ descent, or ascent depending on if you were talking to the former Pleasant Valley Princess. She turns to receive a few welcome words of advice from her fellow FAWN icon before cautiously sliding through the ropes.
After joining Erway, the ring announcer makes Sanders’ arrival official.
“And her opponent, standing five feet four inches tall and weighing in at 113 pounds, from Pleasant Valley, Iowa…KYLIE SANDERS!”
The crowd only increases its enmity and volume. And as she bounces in place, stretching, a low murmur breaks into a loud sustained chant.
“TROLL…TROLL…TROLL.”
A furious Sanders covers her ears, shouting at the FAWNatics to shut their mouths. They don’t.
Next it’s Portia demanding the crowd cease and desist, but there’s no stopping them. That is until the Kylie shouts at the ref to ring the bell and start the match. He complies.
While the sound of the bell echoes in the air, Krystal doesn't move out of her corner--instead, the brunette rhythmically stomps a boot against the canvas. Her RIGHT boot--possibly to test the joint and the brace giving it protection, possibly as a reminder to the Pleasant Valley Princess of just what remained on Kylie's ledger, or perhaps a combination of the above. "You know something, Ky?" Sanders' former partner asks. "I can't believe I never saw it before. But they're right... you're a TROLL!"
Finally, Erway drifts away from her corner, circling the Hawkeye, but as she does, the Tacoma Titan adds her voice to the FAWNatics, chanting "TROLL... TROLL... TROLL..." right along with, even as she looks for an opening to surge into a collar and elbow.
Sanders' face turns rosy. "Keep it up, chubs," Kylie responds. "As much as I owed you a beating for the backstab of basically forcing me to take on Krazy Shea alone, it's going to be SO MUCH worse after those..." Kylie's face turns sour as she gazes down at Krystal's impressive rack, Sanders pursing her lips before spitefully growling "...those Geysers."
As Krystal narrows the gap between them, Kylie responds in kind, tying up and looking for leverage. It takes only an instant for Erway's power to send Sanders backtracking, her spine quickly pressed into the ropes. Kylie demands a break as does the official moments later. "Get her off me. Get those off of me."
Against probably any other woman in the company (accept, perhaps, a certain French vache) Erway would have relinquished the lock-up as soon as the official had called for a break. Against her onetime friend and partner, however, the Tacoma Titan does just the opposite--not only remaining cinched up, but leeeeeaning her body into the Pleasant Valley Princess, holding Kylie against the ropes, relenting only when the count reaches "FOUR!"
At that point, Erway draws back, raising her hands above her head as she retreats to the center of the ring. One message sent, the brunette conveys another when she extends her right arm toward Sanders, beckoning the elfin blonde off the ropes with a curl of her finger.
"Oh you don't have to ask. I take what I want now." Kylie spits. Sanders leans into the cables and bolts out, right arm cocked. She surges toward her target and delivers a forearm smash to Krystal's chest that moves the curvy Titan back perhaps a step. Erway's smirk sets Kylie off on a race to the ropes to Krystal's left side and, after the u-turn, the blonde charges her former partner again with the same attack and the same results. Krystal motions to the opposite ropes and a determined Sanders is off again, rebounding back toward the busty brunette.
The third time is supposed to be the charm, but not in this instance. Kylie's latest forearm maybe forces Erway back a further half step... MAYBE. But righting herself, Krystal flashes the Hawkeye a confident smirk. "Still got one more set of ropes, Ky," the voluptuous brunette mutters, and Sanders doesn't need much more in the way of an invitation. Only this time, as Kylie pivots and charges toward the rubber coated steel, Krystal doesn't remain stationary. She, in turn, takes off after her opponent, extending an arm--hoping to meet Sanders the moment her back hits the cables with a clothesline.
The limb THUMPS across Kylie's clavicle and sends the blonde pinwheeling over the top rope. Somehow, Kylie reaches out her left hand before momentum sends her off the apron. She snatches onto the top rope and wobbles, the force of the clothesline and the back flip combining to leave Sanders a little unsure of her whereabouts. Still, when Krystal moves toward her, she has enough sense to throw a right cross toward Krystal's jaw. One problem. Erway picks it off with ease, blocking with her left forearm.
Following the block, the Tacoma Titan slips that arm behind her neck, after which Krystal locks HER left arm around Kylie's noggin. Reaching over the top rope with her right hand, Erway latches on to a handful of black leather at the blonde's hip. Both grips secured, the curvy brunette pops her hips, preparing to give her rebuilt knee its first major test of the night by bringing Kylie back into the ring via a vertical suplex.
And Erway passes the test neatly, swinging Kylie forward and up. She holds Sanders in place as she backpedals to the center, letting the blood of her former partner pool in her braincase, Kylie's face turning rosy once more. The crowd counts along as Krystal maintains Kylie in an elevated headstand. Until 'TEN' sends Krystal laying out and delivering Kylie to the canvas with a CRASH. Sanders spasms into a pained arch, her hazel eyes disappearing behind shuttered lids; her right hand reaching for the base of her spine. Kylie skids toward the ropes and Portia, deciding a break and a conference with her fellow Associate is in order.
Erway takes a step toward the retreating Hawkeye, but as Kylie reaches the ropes, the referee is quick to get between Special and K. He orders the brunette back, and Krystal does step away, allowing Sanders to reach the ropes and enter into a brainstorming session with Fortune's Favorite. However, as the two FAWN Originals discuss strategy, the Tacoma Titan drops to the mat, rolling under the bottom rope and out onto the floor to the side of the ring off Van Buren's left shoulder. Erway charges, grabbing the steel ringpost and swinging around onto a direct path toward Portia. As her fingers slip away from the post, Erway's arm remains extended, the brunette looking to land another clothesline--this one to Baby.
And Krystal BLASTS another clothesline into an Associate, the slender socialite's pumps removed from the thinly padded cement. VanBuren lands on her back and shoulders, showing plenty of upskirt...err...dress, black panties flashing from beneath. But while Erway stands over Portia in a standing straddle, Kylie's hands flash to Krystal's baby blues, Sanders raking her nails across the peepers. As Krystal howls in pain and fury, Sanders fashions both hands into claws and sinks them into low-hanging fruit. Burying her digits into the bountiful flesh of Krystal's Geysers, Kylie tears and twists into the Titan's bosom, making a point her style of interference is completely unwelcome.
With her grips still in place, Kylie shoves Erway until her foe's back is pressed against the steel barricade. Releasing, Kylie tries to pay back Krystal's earlier favor, Sanders lifting her right arm wide, hoping to clothesline the busty brunette into the front row and maybe pick up a victory while Krystal worked her way out of the morons who loved her so much.
Sanders' scythe manages half the job, Krystal lifted off her feet when the Hawkeye's arm slams into her collarbone. But Kylie can't QUITE manage to generate the force necessary to send the Tacoma Titan flopping over the steel. Instead of going up and over, Erway goes down and... well, probably not out. Not THIS early in the contest. But she still winds up on her rump, legs splayed, her right thigh resting between Kylie's feet.
Sanders lands a couple of sideways stomps to Erway's pride and joys before turning to move to Portia. Kylie sits the wide-eyed Manhattanite up against the steel steps before rolling into and out of the ring. She strides to Erway and tugs Krystal up by her head. "You're not getting out of this that easy," Kylie says. Grabbing a wrist of Krystal's she starts to spin her cargo in a pirouette so she can send the Titan's spine CRASHING into the rim of the apron and, with Erway's backbone bent and hurting, follow up by working Krystal's chest over with curled fists, bashing them like dual speed bags.
But as Sanders yanks on one of Krystal's wrists, the Tacoma Titan's OTHER hand latches on to the metallic railing, mooring the brunette in place. Kylie tries again, but with even less success, her eyes beginning to widen as Erway's narrow. Before the Pleasant Valley Princess can try one more time, Krystal shifts her hips, driving a kneelift up into the Iowan's breadbasket. Kylie's grip on her wrist falls away, Sanders doubling over slightly as she staggers backward. Pushing away from the barrier, the Tacoma Titan now snatches one of her foe's wrists, only instead of lining Kylie up with the ring, the brunette prepares to whip Sanders toward the ringsteps--AND the slowly stirring Portia.
The gasping Kylie tries to shake free of Erway's grip and then put on the brakes, but Krystal is too strong to be denied. Kylie is sent racing the short distance to her fellow Associate. Both women's eyes catch the others a split second before impact, Kylie able to turn a shoulder into Baby to protect herself to a degree. But the result is worse for Portia and good for neither as the steps CLANG with the impact of blondes against metal. With the two flaxen-haired FAWN icons in a jumbled, twisted heap in front of her, the crowd roaring, Krystal can no doubt feel some of what so many had considered her potential being realized as she decides which bytch to peel from the other and batter into helplessness.
Erway glances down at the wreckage of two FAWN legends with a decided amount of satisfaction. "Well," the brunette mutters to herself, "guess I should only have to worry about ONE of you for a little while yet..."
As it turns out, however, there IS someone else that the Tacoma Titan needs to worry about: the official. With his count at "SEVEN!" Krystal peels Kylie off of Portia before shoving her under the bottom rope. The brunette quickly follows suit, rolling into the ring and climbing to her feet. Yanking Sanders up with a handful of hair, she stuff's the elfin blonde's noggin under her left arm and claims another handful of of Kylie's belt. But as she starts to lift Sanders again, her aim is NOT another suplex--instead, she intends to drop Kylie's shins on the top rope before connecting with her rope assisted DDT.
(ROPE ASSISTER DDT @0:44:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=17ITx5EipEA )
Situated perfectly when her legs drop back in the direction they'd come up, Sanders' ankles drape across the uppermost cable, Krystal still with a tight front facelock grip around Ky's braincase. The former Corps now solidly part of Krystal's Contingent roar, delighted at the sight of Kylie stretched out in peril at the complete command of her former partner. Krystal allows Kylie to consider the worst before making it a reality, the Tacoma Titan laying out and DRIVING the crown of Kylie's skull into the thinly sheathed plywood with the monster DDT. Kylie remains in a high noon headstand for a split second before tumbling over to her back in a glassy-eyed spreadeagle at Krystal's side. From the outside, Portia, kneeling next to the apron her chin on the canvas, shouts at Sanders to get up.
"I don't think she can hear you bytch, bytch," Krystal remarks over her shoulder at VanBuren, then drapes herself across Kylie's chest. As the referee dives down beside them and examines Sanders' shoulders, the Tacoma Titan reaches to hook the outside leg, collecting the...
ONE...
TWO...
... and Sanders kicks free, flopping onto her right shoulder. "I heard," Kylie squeaks weakly. "And I am," she adds, pushing slowly to all fours before stopping to gather some senses and breath with a brief pit stop.
"Always were a stubborn one," Krystal mutters, shaking her head as she climbs to her feet. "Used to be endearing, too." Grabbing a helping of Kylie's blonde locks, the Tacoma Titan tugs her former partner up onto rubbery legs. "Now? Not so much..."
Lining the Hawkeye up with the far corner, the voluptuous brunette prepares to launch Sanders toward the buckles with a mighty Irish whip--and to further impair the Pleasant Valley Princess' oxygen supply by following her in with a massive splash.
And again, Kylie is sent on the express courtesy of Erway's whip. Sanders nearly flies across the expanse, at the last second turning into the buckles. The Hawkeye's body spasms from the force of the collision but remains upright. Already halfway to her target, the busty brunette picks up speed and launches a few feet out. A stricken Kylie bleats out a breathy 'no' but gravity does not accede to her wishes, Krystal landing like an avalanche atop Sanders, the Geysers pounding into Kylie's face. The rocked blonde's noggin snaps back from the impact as her her body is compacted by the solid frame of the Titan. Splashed into a bleary-eyed stupor, Kylie staggers out a few steps when Krystal moves to the side and allows her foe freedom. There Kylie melts to her knees then haunches, swaying, her head bobbling.
Taking the suggestion of her entrance anthem, Erway opts to come up on Kylie from behind, placing a boot between the blonde's shoulderblades and sending her to her chest with a nudge. Krystal then stoops, collecting both of her opponent's ankles before stepping through her legs. Slipping Kylie's boots under her arms, the Tacoma Titan looks up to the crowd. "HOW YOU GUYS FEEL ABOUT A ROCKING *TROLL* CRAB?" she asks the FAWNatics, then leans forward to slap at the Pleasant Valley Princess' flanks, looking to spur Kylie's arms into motion--and into her grasp.
(ROCKING TROLL CRAB @1:44:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=kZ8QgcKoPMc )
The Hawkeye's arms move reflexively to cover her sides and the newly minted Associate provides the handles for which Erway is looking. Showing strength Sanders, or for that matter VanBuren, couldn't hope to match, Krystal tugs the hogtied Kylie off the deck, all fours limbs captured. Erway rocks her cradle to the chant of "TROLL...TROLL...TROLL" from the assembled.
The anguished face of the Hawkeye still shows some frustration from the crowd but Erway's masterful submission is garnering most of her attention, Kylie chirping out a pained 'NO' when the ref asks if she wants to give in. "I beat Clayton and Smith. You think I'm losing to this cowOWWWAHHH" Each rock back now draaags Kylie's face along the abrasive canvas.
"You were saying," Erway mocks.
Kylie's response is an incoherent wail. "That's what I thought." Releasing Sanders’ wrists, Krystal raises her arms, allowing the Hawkeye to crash to the canvas, face and chest first. Basking in the cheers of the FAWNatics, the Tacoma Titan circles around to Sanders' head, and after grabbing one more handful of hair, the brunette pulls her foe into a standing headscissors. Her impressive chest comes to rest against Kylie's back as Erway leans forward, wrapping her arms around Kylie's waist. Then, with a small grunt, the Pleasant Valley Princess' former tag partner attempts to swing Kylie up onto her shoulder and into a Canadian backbreaker. Of course, those familiar with the arsenal of the Tacoma Titan know that Sanders' stay on her shoulder would be a brief one, the backbreaker merely serving as a precursor to her Krystalizer.
(KRYSTALIZER @1:46:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=SDGz8-2B100 )
Sanders is sent onto her former partner's right shoulder, her vertebrae bent in a nasty arc. But as Erway seeks to Krystallize the situation, stepping forward for momentum, a wriggling Sanders manages to slide down the backside. As Krystal spins to reacquire her prey, she's met by a toe kick to the tummy from the Hawkeye that stops the curvy brunette in her tracks. With Krystal doubled, Kylie drives a stomp into her foe's braced knee, the blonde delighting in the yip of pain from the Titan as Krystal genuflects in front of her. When she does, Kylie is off like a shot. Rebounding off the ropes, Ky reaches Erway's remaining raised knee, ready to use it for a platform to whip a kick into her foe's cranium with a Shining Wizard.
The one thing Kylie had going for her in this contest of former partners was her agility, and with the Tacoma Titan brought to one knee, she finally has the chance. Erway grimaces as Sanders' weight settles atop her re-enforced knee, but the worst comes when the Pleasant Valley Princess' other foot swings toward her noggin, the bootleather making a resounding impression on Krystal's temple. The Tacoma Titan's upper body swings to the left with her head, the curvaceous brunette's eyes beginning to cross as her eyelids flutter shut. Krystal then pitches headlong to the canvas, one good strike reducing her to a mass of spasming flesh.
Portia gives Kylie a dainty golf clap, Sanders snickering at the sight before turning and landing a series of stomps to Krystal's Geysers. "Do they have your room ready, Krystal?" This time Ky leaps into the air and DOUBLE STOMPS Erway's gurls, flattening them as best she can, the Heartland Horror then grinding her boot leather into the thin sheath covering the brunette's bosom. A delighted Sanders hops off her former friend and boots Krystal in the ribs, convincing the cow to roll to her udders. Once there, Kylie mounts her foe in a squatting forward straddle of Erway's lower spine. Reaching forward, Kylie snakes her arms under and around those of Erway, hoping to link digits behind Krystal's neck and pull the Titan back into a Full Nelson version of the Camel Clutch.
All of Erway's might does the brunette no good when she's sprawled on her stomach--or, for that matter, when her upper body is slowly peeled off the mat by the crouching Hawkeye. Before the breathless Tacoma Titan can react to the predicament she finds herself in, Kylie's fingers lace together, completing the full nelson. Ordinarily, given the size differential between them, this would be a difficult tactic for the smaller blonde--but not when she's practically seated against the small of her ex-partner's back.
Kylie rocks back on her clutch, and the further she does, the more the Tacoma Titan's Geysers are forced to straaaaaaaaaiiiiiin against their confines, the purple lycra making a valiant effort to reign them in--at least for the time being. "PLEASE DON'T TAP!" the FAWNatics chant, ironically or not being difficult to say--with Erway's hands suspended WELL above her head by the elfin blonde's nelson, tapping wasn't an option, even if she wanted to.
And it's clear that she doesn't, when Krystal responds to the ref's check for a submission with an anguished but determined, "HELLLLLLL NOOOAAAAGGGGGGGHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!"
A frustrated Sanders swings Krystal's head from side to side, rattling her braincase. "GIVE. GIVE. GIVE" she screams, but Erway, a little more glassy-eyed, still refuses. Rising out of her crouch, Kylie THROWS Krystal's head into the canvas, her noggin SLAMMING into the deck and bouncing. Kylie takes a victory lap around the splayed face down brunette, raising her hands high and wide, Portia offering a more sincere ovation this time. Sanders finally dips down to collect Krystal around the braincase and tug the returnee to her feet. Slapping on a tight side headlock, Kylie leads Krystal toward a corner, Ky rising up the ropes to the side of the buckles, planning to u-turn off the top buckle and springboard bulldog Erway to the canvas, SPIKING her face into the thinly-sheathed plywood.
Sanders launches off the top turnbuckle, swinging over Krystal's shoulder and sailing through the air in a steep descent toward the canvas. Krystal's mug meets the mat with a massive impact, the force of her landing sending the Tacoma Titan flopping over to her back in an ungainly sprawl. That motion is purely involuntary, but what happens next is pure instinct, as the curvy brunette begins to roll toward the ropes, looking for a moment's respite outside the ring.
And after missing a swipe to try and corral her foe and get a pinning attempt, the elfin blonde lets the pneumatic brunette roll on her merry way. When Krystal slips outside, finding the cement with her boot soles, Kylie turns the official's chin in her direction. "So you tell me. Why am I the bad guy?" The ref does a double take while he counts the ways and, as he does, Portia hops up to the mat and races down the outside of the ropes toward the seemingly clueless Krystal, ready to dive toward her and ride the Titan to the floor and go bombs away on her with a Thesz Press.
While shaking the cobwebs out, Krystal catches sight of a black and ivory blur of motion out of the corner of her eye. She turns JUST in time to see Fortune's Favorite flying off the apron and toward her, and once again, instinct takes over. The buxom brunette sinks into a very slight crouch, her arms moving to catch the slender socialite--which she does, without a problem. But the sudden acquisition of a one hundred and eighteen pound Baby causes Krystal's right knee to balk, and with Portia's momentum, that sends Erway tumbling backward. The Tacoma Titan hits the floor, VanBuren's rump SLAMMING down atop her midsection--but the whiplash of her fall sends the back of Krystal's skull 'THWUUNK'ing off the floor. Her bell quite rung, Erway can only groan as Baby's fists begin to fall, the brunette's arms lazily lifting to block, but not rising nearly high enough.
VanBuren sends perfectly manicured curled digits flying in furious sets, sweeping Erway's head from side to side with each impact. The slender socialite dismounts Krystal with perfect timing, rolling to her feet as the official turns away from Sanders. "Where is she?" the man asks Fortune's Favorite.
Portia motions to her feet. "Top heavy," Baby says with a shrug. "They drew her over. Let's see if I can help." Grabbing a handful of long dark locks, Portia tears Krystal to her feet and runs her to the canvas, tossing her in under the bottom rope. Kylie waits patiently as Krystal fights her way up, stealthily keeping in Erway's six until she reaches vertical. Tapping a wobbly Krystal on the shoulder, she waits for the busty brunette to turn so she can gut her with a toe kick and plant her face-first to the deck with a sit-out facebuster.
Unfortunately for Kylie, there are certain... anatomical difficulties... in trying to deliver that particular move against the Tacoma Titan. Unfortunately for Krystal, all that means is that before her face can be introduced to the canvas, Erway's juggs SLAM into the merciless, thinly covered plywood first. Alas, they only take the WORST of the collision--Erway's features STILL take a forceful blow, just not QUITE as powerful as Sanders might have happened. But it's enough to send the brunette bouncing over to her back, Krystal's jubblies remaining in motion long after the rest of her has settled into a starfish.
Kylie, with Krystal waylaid and backbound between her extended if abbreviated gams, scrambles around to Erway's side. She layers her diminutive frame crosswise across those battered breasts, and hooks a leg for the...
ONE...
TWO...
THRNOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!
The Tacoma Titan fires her right fist defiantly into the air, lifting her shoulder off the canvas and breaking the count--though it doesn't dislodge the Pleasant Valley Princess from atop her chest.
Kylie tilts her head at the official. "Are you kidding?" The man assures Sanders he is not. Ky huffs at the buffoon and gets about her business. Sinking her nails into Krystal's Geysers, Kylie viciously drags Erway to her feet by the fleshy handles. Releasing her grip when they reach vertical, she paintbrushes the Titan's cheek with an echoing craack of a slap that spins the unsteady Erway in a 180. From behind, Kylie nuzzles close, wrapping her arms around Krystal's midriff. "Congrats are in order I see," Kylie grunts as she cinches her hug. "How many weeks are you?" With the final insult registered, Sanders tries to go old school and lift Krystal with a German suplex, ready to end this match with her Over and Done, stacking Erway up on her shoulders with a bridging pin and the win.
Once upon a time, the Kylie Corps would have erupted at the sight of the diminutive Hawkeye managing to power a considerably bigger brunette off her feet. But now, what draws thunderous cheers are the Tacoma Titan's soles settling back against the mat, after only having been lifted a few inches. A groaning Sanders tries again, but only just manages to get Krystal airborne on the second attempt before her feet touch down once more. Before the Pleasant Valley Princess can mount a third try, Erway cocks her right elbow, slinging it backward and catching Kylie in the ear. The blow loosens the elfin blonde's embrace, allowing Erway to spin and face her former partner--and when she does, Krystal's arms begin to snake around Kylie's waist, the Tacoma Titan attempting to apply a bearhug.
And what a difference in hugs! While Kylie's was a means to an end, Erway's immediately takes on the looks of an end for Sanders. The chest to chest embrace sends Kylie's breath bursting from her lips, her hazel eyes going buggy as Erway cinches Sanders tight and lifts her former partner to toetips and beyond. And while Kylie having her arms inside the hug gives her a bit more room, it leaves her next to defenseless, unable to pry or ring a couple ears. Instead, she squirms uselessly, face reddening by the second and gasping, the look on the former leader of the Corps appearing more panicky by the breathless second.
"How ya feeling there, Ky?" Krystal asks through clenched teeth, pouring as much pressure as she can summon through her arms and into Sanders' collapsing midsection. "Lookin' a little green around the gills, I gotta say..." Instead of waiting for an answer, the Tacoma Titan instead relinquishes her embrace and takes a small step back. With Kylie swaying gently in front of her, chest heaving, Krystal brings her hands up to pointedly cup her gurls. "Gotta save some air in your lungs for the Geysers to take, don't I?"
Again, Erway doesn't wait for an answer, burying a kick into the Iowan's midriff that sends Kylie lurching forward. As she does, Krystal spins away from her foe, reaching up to grab the Hawkeye's noggin and pull Kylie's chin over her shoulder for the Krystaline Crush.
Sanders' head is snatched over Erway's shoulder and Ky's chin is drawn snug to the Titan's nape. Instantaneously, Erway sits out and sends Kylie dropping with her. The elfin blonde's head snaps back from the wicked impact, Kylie bouncing up to her knees before settling on her haunches, the hazel lights on but nobody home. Krystal spins to kneel in front of Sanders. She lifts an index finger, pressing it against the tip of Kylie's nose. With the slightest flex of the digit, Krystal sends Kylie timbering over, Sanders' hammies ending atop her calves, the Hawkeye folded back on herself, shoulders noticeably flat to canvas even if her pelvis was pointed up on an angle.
Krystal promptly swings a leg over Kylie's belly, settling into a seat atop the blonde's stomach. The Tacoma Titan's hands move to Sanders' chest, palming the Hawkeye's juggs as she holds her down for the...
ONE...
TWO...
THRNOOO!
Even with her legs taken out of the equation, Kylie manages to shave a shoulder off the mat. She grabs at Krystal's wrists, trying to remove them from pressing her C’s into pancakes, but without much success. "I'm going to..." Ky grunts as she tries to unfold her stems, but with Krystal's mass atop them, the Hawkeye seems stuck, shifting from side to side to keep one shoulder up at all times.
Remembering a time not too long ago in this match, Krystal's fingers start to curl inward, sinking deeply into Kylie's mammaries. The Tacoma Titan then climbs to her feet, using those dual handholds to yank a squealing Pleasant Valley Princess back to verticality as well. Releasing those claws, Erway's hands then move to Sanders' back, doubling the Hawkeye over before Krystal's powerful arms ensnare Kylie's waist. The curvy brunette then attempts to use her gutwrench to hoist her foe airborne, a diabolical piledriver looming in the elfin blonde's near future.
(GUTWRENCH PILEDRIVER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=9UckX7ScRcY )
But Kylie has something else in mind. Adding a leap to Krystal's wrench, Sanders flies up but also over Erway's shoulder. The Hawkeye lands on her feet behind the Titan, back to back with her former partner. Quickly, reaching over her shoulder, Kylie searches for Krystal’s braincase to encircle it with a 3/4 facelock so she can pull the back of Erway's neck across her shoulder and sit out to the canvas, hoping to snap Krystal's neck in the process.
Quickness and cunning converge into one VERY effective counter. Swinging her legs out in front of her, Kylie drops to he backside--and with Krystal unable to see exactly when Kylie leaves her feet, the powerful brunette can't brace herself to take on Sanders' weight. The abrupt backward yank puts a strain on her surgically reconstructed knee, but that pales in comparison to the wicked impact of her neck against the Hawkeye's shoulder. With a fading moan, the Tacoma Titan collapses to her stomach, her right boot kicking at the mat while both her hands move to massage her now aching neck.
Kylie reclines against the splayed Erway, holding a raised right index finger high. On the sidelines, Portia points at her fellow Associate nodding in agreement that Sanders is #1, at least in the ring. Tugging Krystal up by her locks, Kylie transfers her grip to a wrist and Irish whips her foe toward the opposite ropes. Or at least that was the plan. Instead, Krystal quickly reverses and it's Kylie racing off at warp speed while Erway gets a right clothesline ready to behead a certain troll. Again, Kylie chooses not follow Krystal's script. As she rebounds toward Krystal, Kylie goes low, sliding on a knee under Erway's scythe-like arm, trying to connect with a gut punch.
(SLIDING GUT PUNCH:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=FEHvYvaEfgE )
And connect the traitorous blonde does, her fist driving in to Krystal just south of the brunette's belly button... not SO low as to be a thoroughly cheap shot, but low enough that Erway's legs instantly buckle. Wrapping an arm around her lower tummy, the Tacoma Titan slumps forward, staggering as she fights to maintain a semblance of balance--and to recover some breath.
Kylie pops to her feet, smirking. "Becky, Wendy and this behemoth! I can beat anyone!" With Erway on her knees, Sanders presses her foe's head down and draws it between her thighs, clamping on a standing head scissors. "You're all going to find out...cows DON'T sleep standing up." Her insult drawing jeers, Kylie readies another sit out to the canvas so she can SPIKE Krystal's head to the deck, the noggin still scissored between her thighs.
It was probably smart that Kylie didn't attempt to muscle Krystal upside down. But whatever her attack might have lacked in elevated impact, it more than makes up for with swiftness of execution. The crown of Erway's skull is BLASTED into the canvas, the Tacoma Titan dropping into a shuddering heap of glistening, jellied flesh between the parted stems of the Pleasant Valley Princess. And yet... it's only a moment before Krystal's hands flatten against the mat, the voluptuous brunette attempting to push up to her hands and knees. But it goes for naught, Erway crumpling back into a boneless pool almost immediately.
Startled by even the attempt to rise, Kylie decides to shove Krystal to her back. She climbs aboard in a crossbody press of the chest of the busty brunette for...
ONE...
TWO...
Krystal heaves Kylie off her bosom sending Sanders so far into the air, the Hawkeye lands on her feet. The elfin blonde stares at Portia, hazel eyes wide with concern. Shaking off her amazement, Ky takes off for the ropes behind her and rebounds at full speed, taking flight over the midriff of the Titan, planning to force some air from Erway with a leaping somersault senton.
Krystal clearly still had some power left in her curvaceous frame--but that might relied on oxygen to fuel that strength. And now, Kylie was systematically going about depriving her of that precious resource. Her back SLAMS down across Erway's open midsection, forcing a loud moan of an exhale out of the Tacoma Titan as her legs fly up into the air. Sanders deftly snatches and hooks both thighs, remaining reclined across her former partner for the...
ONE...
TWO...
THNOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!
Krystal kicks out... though notably without the authority of a moment ago, only managing to generate enough space to allow herself to roll over on her left hip.
No one notices more than Sanders the reduction in force of the kickout. Kylie corrals Krystal by the head and drags the wobbly brunette to her feet. She shoves Erway toward the nearest corner, the Titan stumbling to the buckles, her arms ending draped over the middle ropes, her head tucked under the middle buckle. Delighted, Kylie raises her right hand high and signals for a Pleasant Valley Ass Kicking. Scurrying to the opposite corner, Sanders shoots across the canvas, ready to dropkick Krystal in the ass and try and fuse the vertebrae in Erway's neck one more time.
(STOOPED DROPKICK @ 1:08:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=f4F5OPzNi6I )
With such a target, it's hard for the Pleasant Valley Princess to miss-and she doesn't. The elfin blonde's boots SLAM into Krystal's hindquarter, thrusting Erway forward and, thanks to the bindings of the ropes, jamming the brunette's neck. The Tacoma Titan lurches out of the corner, remaining on her knees along the ropes as she swivels from facing the ring to the ropes. Erway's journey ends with her about midway between ringposts, the curvy beauty sagging against the ropes, her Geysers hanging over the middle cable.
Showing the ability that had kept her in FAWN for over a decade, if not always on top, Sanders is on the move again. Racing to the ropes opposite her former partner. But there he is.
Brian: scratch that over here. Kylie charges toward Erway, who's hung herself out to dry. The Hawkeye launches, sending her right leg over the Titan, Kylie planning on landing astride her sizable foe and riding her, forcing her Geysers down across the rubber-coated steel cable more than a few times.
And the one hundred and eighteen pounds of the Pleasant Valley Princess against Krystal's back transforms the middle rope into the underwire from hell, the Tacoma Titan first whimpering and then howling as the rubber coated steel tortures her gurls. Fortunately, the official's count brings the onslaught to a halt, Kylie withdrawing just past the tick of "FOUR!" That allows Erway to sink a little deeper. Unfortunately, the Tacoma Titan doesn't think to turn away from the cables. Noting that, Kylie turns back to her foe, clutching the top rope and leaping into the air, bringing her knees down against Krystal's shoulderblades and DRIVING Krystal's larynx into the rope. "LET HER OFF THE ROPES, KYLIE!" the ref barks, beginning a new count.
Kylie doesn't acknowledge the zebra for another four seconds before hopping off her amusement ride. A jubilant Sanders takes a victory lap around the ring as a redfaced and gagging Erway knee-walks away from the ropes, grasping at her throat. "I own this bytch," Kylie shouts. "I'm no troll. I'm a machine!" Ky drags Krystal up from her knees and sets the wobblybutt Erway in front of her. Fashioning her hands into fists, Kylie starts to have some fun, using the Titan’s Geysers as punching bags, hitting them with right and left combos, both jabs and crosses, a pained Krystal rocked by the impacts but keeping herself upright before Kylie kisses her right fist and sends a bolo punch uppercut toward Krystal's chin.
The FAWNatics wait for Krystal to mount a defense, but none comes and Kylie's fist connects with Erway's jaw, ROCKING the buxom Tacoma Titan back on her heels... and then further. The brunette goes into full reverse, keeping her footing as she backpedals into the ropes. But when the cables propel Krystal back toward her opponent, she raises a cocked elbow, letting out an angry roar as she charges the Hawkeye, looking to turn misfortune to her advantage with a running elbow smash.
(RUNNING ELBOW SMASH:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=jHj6pOZwmwg )
Kylie is caught completely flatfooted by the titanic blast from Erway. Sanders is turned inside out from the impact, Kylie sent somersaulting through the air, landing dangerously on her neck before flipping over to her chest and face. An arm wraps around her neck, but otherwise Kylie is motionless for seconds before flopping into a spreadeagle, Krystal's power changing the game in an instant and the crowd bellowing its approval at newest Associate being demolished.
"THAT'S IT!" the Tacoma Titan bellows. "THIS BYTCH IS GOIN' DOWN! *HARD*!!!" As the FAWNatics loudly proclaim their support for Krystal's vow, Erway circles around to Kylie's legs. The curvy brunette briefly steps between them, before placing a boot atop the back of each of Sanders' thighs. Once the resurgent beauty gets Kylie's feet hooked against her calves, Krystal leans forward and slaps at the Hawkeye's flanks, ready to hoist her one-time friend toward the rafters with her Washington Wave Rider. (yt)
(WASHINGTON WAVE RIDER @1:18:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=A1h_-_Ps8BY )
Kylie can't help herself and she sends her arms back in protection. Erway quickly gobbles the gifts up at the wrists. The brunette leeeeans back and when she rolls to her back, the Hawkeye is sent airborne above the Titan, all four limbs trapped and aching, her back arched. Erway adds a shake for good measure, drawing a howl of pain from the traitor. Kylie also adds a pitiful squeaking 'no'. As Krystal's former partner, she knows the trip up isn't all and Sanders is proven right when she's flipped out of the predicament only to land on her cranium before ending on her chest, mewling and little more. On the outside, an antsy Portia reaches into Kylie's Louis Vuitton bag, rustling for something, most of the crowd too engrossed in the turnaround inside the ring to notice.
And they're not alone. Inside the ring, the Tacoma Titan springs back to her feet, her hands moving to her lavender bikini top. The FAWNatics only grow louder as Krystal peels first the right strap and then the left down her shoulders, allowing the garment to hang from her torso as the Geysers are freed. "TWO YEARS!" Erway shouts. Two years since Moira Kane had been the last woman to succumb to the Geysers in a match. Grabbing a handful of Kylie's matted locks, the Tacoma Titan begins to peel the Pleasant Valley Princess off the mat. "TOO DAMN LONG, DON'T YOU THINK?"
The crowd agrees wholeheartedly even if Kylie seems too dazed to register an opinion one way or the other. A stinging bytch slap from Krystal not only swings Sanders' noggin to the side, but it draws her consciousness back into focus, particularly when her face returns and she sees Krystal's bared gurls inches in front of her. Hazel eyes filling with fright, Kylie squirms for her freedom, swinging her head from right to left as Krystal pulls her face inexorably toward the Geysers. "Nuhh..puhhlease."
Krystal sighs. "Well, since you used the magic word..."
The sound of 'word' still hangs in the air when the Tacoma Titan VIOLENTLY pulls Kylie's face into her bosom, the Hawkeye's fearful features quickly disappearing within Erway's Geysers. The former Kylie Corps VAULT to their feet as Krystal trades in the handholds on Sanders' mane to instead wrap her arms tightly against the back of Kylie's noggin. "Two years..." the brunette repeats. "Think that's how long I'll KEEP you here!"
Kylie's arms swing wildly above her head, the panicking Sanders unable to slide downward to the mat with the Titan's tight grip. Sanders tries backpedaling to the ropes, but Krystal spins the smaller blonde so she's headed blindly back toward the middle. The seconds with her face encased in Krystal's copious cleavage begin to mount and Kylie's legs give a shudder. Her palms press against Erway's shoulders, trying to break the clammy cushioned seal, but she seems unable to pry her way free anymore successfully than slipping loose.
And as the Pleasant Valley Princess slowly sinks to her knees, the volume of the FAWNatics increases. And a penitent Kylie allows the Tacoma Titan to lean forward, using her leverage to her advantage--and those three pounds she had cursed at her introduction no doubt are serving her well now, Kylie's gasps against her fleshy confines growing ever more insistent, the blonde's neck beginning to ache from her head being forced backward.
With Sanders' arms growing leaden at her sides, Kylie settling on her haunches, back arched as Krystal bares down to finish Kylie's brief winning streak, Portia hops to the apron, screaming at Krystal. "What are you? A wrestler? Or a lap dancer?" VanBuren screams, the slender socialite certainly getting the official's attention if not Erway's.
The elfin blonde's arms spasm up from her sides, weakly, perhaps a gesture of the final passage of Kylie's consciousness from her body... but the referee doesn't notice, as e is instead advancing on Fortune's Favorite. "Get down from there, Portia!" he instructs her. Meanwhile, the Tacoma Titan's jaw nearly falls slack. Seriously??? "HEY!" Erway snaps, before adding in more of a sign, almost entirely to herself. "Can't believe I have to say this..." Raising her voice again, Krystal shouts, "EYES OVER HERE, PAL!"
Kylie shudders as her arms fall limp, the limbs lying over Krystal's shoulders, her legs folding even deeper into her haunches, Sanders drenched in the Geysers. But VanBuren continues to draw the official's attention, particularly when she tries to slide through the ropes. Determined to stop any Associate assistance, the man fails to see a dusky beauty in black tank top, satin shorts and boots slide halfway to Special K when she enters under the bottom rope. Baby fights to enter, keeping the ref at bay and, while she does, Portia tosses the beloved golden knux she pulled from Kylie's Louis Vuitton to Alexis Suguitan. The Filipino heavy hitter of VB&A snatches them from mid-air as she pops to her feet. Krystal barely has time to turn her head to catch the third Associate out of the corner of her eye Suguitan throwing a gilded sucker punch toward the busty brunette's right jawline.
The Tacoma Titan is late to see the danger, and with her arms occupied by drawing Kylie deeper and deeper to her doom, she has no defense. Suguitan's fist finds it mark, the combination of flesh, bone and precious metal creating a resounding impact that only the deaf could not here.
Or a referee.
"NNNnnnnngggggggyyyyyyyyyyyyuuuuuhhhhhhhhh..." the curvaceous brunette groans, her vice trailing away to nothingness, her eyes rolling back as her lids fluttered shut. Knocked senseless, Erway tumbles backward--and though her arms slacken as her consciousness depart, her grip remains secure enough that she pulls Kylie Sanders over with her. Only when Krystal's back hits the canvas do those arms fall away, spilling lifelessly to her sides. Erway's opponent remains on her knees between Krystal's splayed gams--but now Kylie is draped atop her former partner, the Hawkeye's bosom resting against Erway's belly, her face still obscured by the Geysers--but with the Tacoma Titan's shoulders now flat against the mat.
Unsure how much time she has with which to work, Alexis u-turns and slides back out without adjusting Kylie into a standard crossbody. She purposefully drops to the floor after her exit, taking a seat behind the apron. Meanwhile Portia 'loses' her fight with the zebra. Baby throws up her hands to the rising jeers of the crowd and takes a step back to sink down to the floor. Satisfied he's stopped a great injustice, the official turns back to the stupefying scene of an unconscious Kylie pinning an equally drowsy Krystal. The official throws up his hands, having a good idea he's been had. He turns to Portia with a scowl. Baby responds with 'who me?' innocence and the man dutifully drops to the canvas. Slowly slapping the canvas for the...
ONE...
TWO...
Mindful of his likely status as the victim of a ruse, the referee elects to take a page out of the book of his Japanese brethren, his hand remaining elevated perhaps a tick or so longer before beginning its final descent than it had before the first or second. But it doesn't matter. With Alexis Suguitan's gold plated reinforcements, it might very well be late next week before the Tacoma Titan wakes up.
THREE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
As the official calls for the bell, the FAWNatics ERUPT into a symphony of loud jeers.
The ring announcer seems hesitant whether because of injustice or the threat of FAWNatic rioters, but he finally lays down the law. "Your winner...via pinfall...Kylie Sanders!"
That's all Portia has to hear to leap into the air and slide under the ropes. VanBuren peeels/rolls Kylie off the 'beaten' topless Krystal, the elfin blonde spreading out in a demolished starfish. Her face greasy with Geyser moisture, pink tongue poking out from parted lips, Sanders looks as far away from a winner as possible, but Portia unapologetically raises her leaden left arm. Portia lightly taps the glistening apple cheek of her fellow Associate. "Damn Sanders," she chuckles, "you really never do give up."
Kylie huh-wuhs after a couple more taps. She looks glassy-eyed at Baby. "Wuh...wuh," she stammers.
"Win is the operative word, Kylie. It's what VB&A does."
Fortune's Favorite starts to help Kylie up to a seated position... but when Krystal Erway starts to move, Portia takes a small, instinctive jump backwards. The Pleasant Valley Princess is barely open to get her elbows underneath her, preventing a somewhat comical fall back to the canvas from becoming a complete farce. Unfortunately, at least as far as the FAWNatics concern, VanBuren's response proves to be an overreaction. Far from the beginnings of a return to consciousness, it just appears to be an involuntary spasm, Krystal's form weakly shuddering back to motionlessness.
Baby rises, snarling through a fit of laughter from the audience, and drags the still ragdolly Kylie to her feet, keeping her in a tight hug to stop the Hawkeye from wilting back to the canvas. As the two celebrate, Alexis scurries up the aisle as unobtrusively as possible. Portia reaches through the ropes to grab a mic. "Is this girl a heroine? Beats Becky, Wendy and Juggs McGinty over there." Portia has to stop her address to keep a wobblybutt Kylie from flopping to her face. "Where else is there to go but the penthouse after claiming those scalps? Black Court. FAWN isn't a birthright. It isn't a fiefdom. It's a business. It's Associates' business. And this woman is going to prove it by beating the so-called Black Queen of that Court at Spring Break. You can put that in escrow and cash it whenever you like."
Kylie raises a weary arm, finally carrying most of her own weight. Portia moves the stick to Kylie's 'cupid's arrow' lips. "Emily. You threatened to end me if I came at you again. Here's your chance. I'm going to get that World Title this time or die trying."