Post by alyadmirer on Jun 9, 2015 20:36:16 GMT
The events of Mayhem had definitely whipped tonight’s capacity crowd into an unbridled frenzy, with everything leading to this moment: the defense of the World championship. But what a surreal moment it was.
A year ago at this time, the sight of the woman who had deposed the Black Queen from the throne would have had these fans in ecstacy. But so much can change in such little time. A year ago, for example, Kylie Sanders wouldn’t have been caught dead dining with Fortune’s Favorite, Portia VanBuren. But today, not only was Kylie Sanders an almost universally reviled World champion, she was the newest Associate of Portia and her firm.
The only thing missing right now is for Rod Serling to be wearing the referee’s shirt.
“Ladies and gentlemen,” the announcer declares, “your following contest is scheduled for one fall with a one hour time limit... and is for the FAWN WORLD CHAMPIONSHIP!!!”
The house erupts, and while they cheer, the speakers flicker into being. Five seconds of an unfamiliar, eccentric reverb then yield to a distinctly feminine voice...
"Anybody tell you I'm a fighter?
Wanna start a fire, I'm the lighter,
If you think you burn bright, I burn brighter,
Never tire,
Did they tell you I'm a fighter?"
Sumo Cyco’s “Fighter” might not be an immediately recognizable anthem for the FAWNatics, but those opening words fit few better than they do the woman about to emerge--and a number of fans have already put two and two together before the ring announcer addresses them.
("FIGHTER":
www.youtube.com/watch?v=awfrxaWvFUw )
"Hailing from Vancouver, British Columbia, Canada,” the announcer resumes, speaking over the pulsing rock. “Standing at five feet four inches tall and weighing in at one hundred and sixteen pounds, she is ‘THE HARDCORE HEARTBREAKER... AJ SWWWAAANNNNNN!"
Finally, as vocals join the sonic assault, the Canadian Cutie bursts onto the stage to a raucous roar of approval. Unusually for a singles match-up, tonight Swann is accompanied by her tag team partner, Riley Shayne. The Coloradical Kid sports her usual singles ring garb of her favorite aquamarine two-piece, white pads and matching boots. With the Associates sure to be lurking, even if not at ringside, Shayne has taken the sensible precaution of being dressed for battle.
AJ Swann...
Riley Shayne...
"The Hardcore Heartbreaker" bounds down the ramp, slapping hands with as many ringside fans as she can reach. A natural redhead, tonight Swann's hair has once again entered the realm of blue. She's dressed in a white sportsbra top and matching bikini briefs, the bottoms supported by a thin, crooked red belt and sporting a bright red lipstick kiss mark on the right cheek. Located directly in the center of her modest bosom, meanwhile, is a red cartoon heart--cracked slightly at the top, and dripping blood from the bottom. The rest of her ensemble consists of a pair of black gloves, the upper side adorned with a skeletal print, a crimson bandana (a shot at her opponent? or a welcoming nod) tied tight but-not-too-tightly around her right wrist, torn and tattered red fishnets, as well as red pads and boots.
Riley stays on the floor as AJ leaps onto the apron, Swann takes a brief moment to wipe her boots on the apron before slipping a leg through the ropes. Pulling her body through the cables in one swift motion, AJ bounds toward the nearest corner, hopping up onto the middle buckle. Thrusting her arms overhead, Swann lets out a triumphant cry, giving the crowd a display of tongue that would make Gene Simmons proud as she throws up the horns with both hands--a gesture that's met with a gleeful roar from tonight's full house.
Her first main event of a pay per view. Her first shot at the ultimate prize in the business. Kylie and her new, less than reputable Corps might have selected her thinking she wouldn’t give Sanders much of a test. Even as much as the FAWNatics adored her, and as mush as they would surely be rooting for her tonight, probably most of them feel that the odds of the Hardcore Heartbreaker overcoming both the woman in the ring as well as Portia and her Associates would be insurmountable.
AJ had shocked the world before. She could do it again.
She WOULD do it again.
With the quintessential punk inside the ring and her blonde punk-ass friend outside it, the crowd can hardly wait for the jeering opportunity of a lifetime. They begin before Swann’s music fully fades from their eardrums, so ready are the FAWNatics to welcome the World Champion.
If they couldn’t wrap their head around Sanders' travel to the dark side, even fewer likely could imagine someone who might lose to a rubber plant in her early career to be the Queen of the Mountain. But when the sound of The Clash fills the arena, the crowd realizes what they had seen at Spring Break had not been the world’s most shared hallucination.
Grinning from ear to ear and perhaps beyond, an elfin blonde enters stage left and moves to the center, huge golden accessory lying over her left shoulder. Her right raises an arm high with index finger extended and no matter how loud the boos buffet the newest Associate, the champion of the world smiles beatifically.
A beige Louis Vuitton handbag gripped tightly in her left hand, Kylie Sanders calls toward from whence she came. And there in an instant, Associated backup in the form of VB&A’s powerhouse, the Filipino Sensation and Portia’s protégé, Alexis Suguitan.
Ky hands the thousand-dollar bag to the raven-haired beauty and while Alexis holds, the blonde digs out a microphone, the crowd immediately trying to drown anyone and everything out when Kylie draws it to her lips. But just as quickly she pulls it away and together the allies head toward the ring, Suguitan providing the point as Sanders follows. The Clash continues Kylie’s increasingly familiar complaint with her former Corps.
“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”
(“TRAIN IN VAIN”:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=NYkQK8QsQ2w&index=3&list=LLU6MWpP-rt2kWv-tOm824HA )
As the jeers echo, they only double when the Associates reach ringside, the Hawkeye wearing 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, Alexis is a sight in white, the flirty mini-dress perfect for May in Orlando, showing an abundance of copper-skinned leg.
Alexis Suguitan...
Ky rises up the steps, her hazel eyes only barely glancing at the bluenette in the opposite corner. She does deign to wave AJ out of the ring, which Swann ignores with an amused snort.
Brian: Kylie turns to the main camera, again drawing microphone to lips and pushing the gold overhead.
The ring announcer doesn’t miss her cue.
“And her opponent, standing five feet four inches tall and weighing in at 112 pounds, from Pleasant Valley, Iowa…YOUR FAWN WORLD CHAMPION…KYLIE SANDERS!”
The crowd only increases its enmity and volume as Kylie beams like the sun, her long dozen-year trek justified. And even as it is, the betrayed former Corps begin a loud sustained chant.
“TROLL…TROLL…TROLL.”
Sanders’ face turns sour as she tries to ignores the calls. Alexis turns and shouts at the fans to shut their mouths but the FAWNatics aren’t done until the arena is rocking.
“I’ll wait all day,” Kylie shouts. And it seems for a while she might have to before the crowd calms. Kylie draws the faceplate down and gives it a big smooch.
“This is what you all wanted to see but knew I wouldn’t reach. The fulfillment of MY hard work, MY perseverance and when I finally sloughed you scumbags off my shoulders I was able to fly.”
The FAWNatics are far from pleased and they let the champ know it.
“There are so many karma checks to cash, I don’t know where to start, Pandora, Shea, Wendy Smith, Lisa Dream.”
For perhaps the first time ever The Dream gets a roar and Kylie draws the mic away from her lips and gives it a foul look before using it again.
“But tonight, I’ll face a woman that is better than that entire sad, little troupe. AJ Swann!”
The crowd cheers, though it seems a little on the skeptical side.
“The powers that be tell me Wendy Smith is in my future. That she deserves a shot at my gold after our last result. A win by me by the way.”
Groans and hisses and chants of “SCREW…JOB” fill the bowl.
“Calm yourselves. She will get her chance when all of the other more worthy challengers have been accounted for and defeated, their hearts broken.”
Ky finally turns her face toward Swann crookedly with a smirk then offers a pucker of her Cupid’s arrow lips. She walks to her corner and hands the title and the microphone to Alexis in turn, just in time for the bell.
"Think you've got it all worked out, don't you?" the Hardcore Heartbreaker asks, circling the newly crowned champ. "Y'know, I'd say I appreciate all those kind words, if I thought for one second you believed them. But we both know you think I'm a joke. Joke's gonna be on YOU, though, when it's all said and done here..." The bluenette feints a lunge into a lock-up, taking a moment to judge Kylie's reaction time. "Whatever reason you chose me to face you tonight," AJ says, "this is the biggest opportunity of my life. And I'm not gonna waste it." Swann surges forward again, this time genuinely seeking to tie up with the elfin blonde.
But while Sanders seems ready to throw herself in with both arms, she quickly calls an audible, instead leading with a boot to the belly of the Heartbreaker that sends a burst of breath from between the dark purple of Swann's lips. "And so much for your opportunity," Kylie chuckles, tugging AJ into a tight side headlock and wrenching at her neck, Alexis cheering on her fellow Associate. Kylie leads AJ around the ring, stopping at her corner to look down on Shayne. "And from what little corner of the dumpster did they find you?" Kylie asks oh so sweetly.
And, her tones just as honeyed, the Coloradical Kid replies, "I think they call it Kinnick Stadium..."
Kylie's features cloud over--but her expression soon shifts again, from anger to pain as the Hardcore Heartbreaker slams a forearm into her lower back, followed by a second... and a third allows Swann to pop her head free of the side headlock. AJ's hands swiftly rise, her fingers plunging into Sanders' flaxen locks, the bluenette intending to introduce the Hawkeye's mug to the top turnbuckle.
But as Kylie's head starts to go down, her right leg goes up and her boot lands on the middle buckle stopping Swann's intended get-together. AJ tries to force it a second time with no success. And before she can try a third, Sanders shoots an elbow into the Heartbreaker's chest, sending AJ's grip tumbling from Ky's golden locks. Kylie grabs the blue follicles on the punk. "Who would've thought? A great idea from you." Sanders starts to bring Swann's face to buckle.
AJ's arms had instinctively moved toward her suddenly throbbing chest, which prevents them from moving in time to intercept the top rope. The Hardcore Heartbreaker's features crash into the leather padding of the buckle, Swann groaning upon impact--as do the legions of Kylie's former supporters in the stands. As the bluenette swivels, turning her back to the buckles and slumping backwards, AJ's dulled eyes show just how much of a toll that one 'THWACK' had taken on the challenger. And in about one minute, Kylie Sanders had made the contention that her win over Emily West was a fluke a much more difficult sell.
Sanders looks over AJ's shoulder and grins at The Kid. "I'd insult you back, but how could I do better than what you're wearing." Kylie grins and lifts a knee deep into the pit of AJ's tummy without even glancing in her foe's direction. She doubles Swann and takes a wrist. "Gonna go see my bud Alex right now. Later."
Kylie pivots and Irish whips Swann toward the far corner, ready to follow her in as soon as the Heartbreaker hits buckles. And where her long ago mentor Shea London might get fancy with a tumbling run, Sanders is more a straight-ahead rush to judgment and splash kind of gal.
But the direct course of action proves not to always be the best one. Just as the Pleasant Valley Princess leaves her feet to fly into a hard-charging splash, AJ's hands coil around the top rope, providing balance for the bluenette as she swings her boots into the air. Her heels catch Kylie flush underneath the jaw, sending the champ pivoting and staggering away, one hand rising to examine her chin. Meanwhile, Swann doesn't let her feet settle back to the canvas, the challenger instead working her way up to the middle rope. And as a slumped Sanders starts to turn in her direction, AJ leaps from the buckles, looking to get back into this match With a Bullet.
(WITH A BULLET:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=62jAjaDcVYU )
Alexis reaches to trip up Swann but her hand comes up just short and AJ launches. She flips by the bent blonde and grabs her noggin as she flies by, sending Sanders into an airborne barrel roll to the deck. Kylie SLAMS against the canvas with a rattling impact. Still, Kylie uses the momentum to roll up to one knee, staring at the Heartbreaker and waggling an index finger at AJ. But along with the finger, her head also gives a bit of a wobble, Kylie blinking her hazel peepers wide.
AJ *could* have elected to argue with Kylie's rebuke, but instead of using her words, the bluenette gives a small hop. Shooting out her boots, the Hardcore Heartbreaker catches the newly crowned World champ with a low dropkick right to the mush that sends the elfin blonde tumbling over to her back. As Swann climbs to her feet, the FAWNatics give the young underdog a rousing cheer--and AJ can't resist a moment's cheekiness, answering the crowd with a brief curtsie. Turning back to Sanders, the bluenette gathers a handful of hair and tugs Sanders up to verticality. Releasing the blonde's locks, Swann's arms begin to wrap around Kylie's waist, AJ preparing to deliver her In Utero inverted atomic drop.
But as Swann's arms encircle Kylie's gulping midriff, Sanders sends her fingers into AJ's multihued mop. The champ draws her head back and butts it into AJ's nose. Swann's arms drop from around Kylie's waist and she stumbles away, eyelids clenched. Kylie blinks, rubbing her forehead, taking a moment before she travels after her challenger, closing from behind. "Did you not see my finger?" Kylie shouts. Sanders grabs the azure strands of the Heartbreaker from behind, ready to sit out and tug AJ down with her, hoping to SLAM the back of her foe's noggin into the thinly-sheathed plywood and, with AJ between her legs, drop the stems over her biceps and pin the hot mess, sending her back to the middle of the card.
And when the Hawkeye drops to her rump, AJ Swann finds the back of her skull SLAMMED into thinly padded plywood, with a distinct absence of mercy from the Pleasant Valley Princess. The Hardcore Heartbreaker is quickly rendered a shuddering heap of flesh, Kylie draping her legs across Swann's upper arms and reaching to gather up the Canadian Cutie's stems. With AJ pulled into a taut matchbook, the official has little choice but to slap off the...
ONE...
TWO...
NOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!
The bluenette kicks free, spilling over to her side in a tangle of limbs.
"What a disappointment that would have been," Kylie huffs, showing she knows at least something of Swann's reputation. Kylie lifts her right leg and DRIVES the heel into Swann's sternum before rising and surveying. Moving her boots on either side of AJ's head, the elfin blonde leaps into the air, pulling her knees high, ready to deliver a severe mushroom stomp to either side of the Heartbreaker's broken bloodpumper.
Sanders' soles land atop AJ's gurls, her mushroom stomp resulting in a pair of pancakes before the Hawkeye is propelled away. Kylie lands with her feet again astride Swann's noggin, but she doesn't remain their long. It takes the elfin blonde a step or two to fully regain her balance. In the meantime, the Hardcore Heartbreaker's arms fly off the mat, crossing over her aching bosom as her feet kick at the canvas.
Sanders strolls around the canvas, gazing into the sea of hatred and jealousy like she was born to it. "Don't be fooled," she huffs exaggeratedly. "This girl would have Emily unable to add two plus two by now." She turns and stomps AJ in the gut. "Luckily, I'm not Em." Sanders boots away at AJ's ribs until she turns to her chest and Ky dives on in a kneeling reverse straddle of AJ's waist. Immediately, Sanders raises her right hand high, her left grasping her right wrist and reflexively many in the stands chant out "FARM...HAND" As soon as they do Kylie playfully swats AJ's ass instead. "Nope. You don't deserve it."
Kylie starts to rise.
"But she does."
The blonde drops back onto her haunches, sending her ass hard into AJ's lower spine and moves her clawed hand toward the juncture of the punk curved cheek and sinewy, glossy thigh, ready to clamp on tight.
As soon as Kylie's digits plunge into vulnerable muscle and tissue, the Hardcore Heartbreaker lets out a high pitched yelp. She also immediately starts shaking her head, even before the official has had a chance to consider asking about a submission. Despite Kylie being seated against the small of her back, Swann digs her elbows into the canvas, pushing her upper body into the air. Well aware that she had little time to act before she was rendered a one-legged would-be asskicker, the bluenette struggles to start dragging herself toward the ropes...
Sanders digs in deeper with her digits, gnawing away as she flexes her palm, pressing in the 'massage'. But as AJ continues to skid like a slug across the canvas, a frustrated Kylie releases her grip, rises to her knees and thrusts her booty back down. Swann, having pulled herself forward while Kylie was up, has Sanders land cheek to cheek with her, the bounce losing a lot of its blast when ending on AJ's cushion. Aggravated, the champ pops off her butt-stool and grasps an ankle. Standing to Swann's side, she prepares to lay out to her back, bringing the stem along, and give the gnarled left thigh another test, this one of flexibility.
The sudden shift, from talons prodding and probing at the muscle underneath her skin to that muscle being stretched to its fullest, produces the sort of shriek from the Hardcore Heartbreaker that would fail to move only the coldest of hearts. And as soon as Swann's hamstring is brought to full extension, the bluenette's body immediately contracts into a tight, protective shell, AJ's hand reaching to clutch the back of her thigh. Outside the ring, Riley Shayne winces, having to fight the urge to turn away from seeing her friend and mentor in such agony. But fight it she does, the tiny blonde slapping the apron with both hands and shouting encouragement.
From across the ring a statuesque raven-haired beauty waves at Riley, mouthing 'you want a match?' then chuckles. Inside, the champ is working Swann like a part-time job, delivering a boot to the bluenette's gut. AJ spasms to a 'V' shape and Kylie uses the available handle of the punk's locks. Hauling Swann to her feet, Kylie grabs the challenger in a front facelock and slips AJ's limp arm behind her neck. Finding a handful of wardrobe on Swann's hip, the elfin blonde tries to launch AJ to a vertical standstill so she can turn toward the ropes, drop Swann's legs across them, and use the strands as a slingshot to suplex her over with a little extra speed.
Only instead, AJ's foot slips around Kylie's calf, blocking the attempted lift. Naturally, the Pleasant Valley Princess does not take to kindly to this act of defiance, and with one hand still clutching a handful of the bluenette's bottoms, Sanders uses the other to stuff a compact but powerful punch into the Hardcore Heartbreaker's defenseless midriff. AJ's pouty lips part to let out a gasp, and her boot obliges Kylie by slipping away... but as the Hawkeye goes for take two, Swann's foot reverses course, AGAIN hooking Kylie's calf! And this time, as the elfin blonde readies another punch, AJ Swann rocks backward and down, attempting to roll Sanders into a tight small package.
Kylie tumbles forward with the challenger and Swann artfully uses her limbs to tie the blonde up in a knot with her shoulders on the canvas. The official seems caught by surprise as well and it takes a half-tick for him to get down for the...
ONE...
TWO...
THRNOOO!
Sanders pops free and gasps like she's just surfaced from beneath an ocean wave. She glances frightfully at the zebra and sighs when she see two fingers raised. Getting in the man's grill, she complains about a non-existent hairpull, perhaps hoping to set a thought in place for the future.
And as Kylie goes into full protestation mode, a grimacing AJ Swann works her way up, first to all fours and then, finally, to her knees. Her eyes lock on Riley Shayne's for a fleeting second, just long enough for the blonde to silently ask if she was okay, and for the Hardcore Heartbreaker to assure her that she was. As the Coloradical Kid lets out a small sigh, Swann scampers over behind the irate Hawkeye as quickly as she can from her knees. When the bluenette shoots an arm between Kylie's thighs, Alexis Suguitan barely has time to shout out a warning to her fellow associate before AJ attempts to catch the unawares champion with ANOTHER roll-up.
This time Kylie is sent tumbling backwards, but manages to roll through into a full somersault, ending on all fours next to Swann, who quickly scrambles to the same position. Each rise to their knees, facing off. Kylie balls a fist and delivers a right cross to AJ's jaw but Swann returns in kind. Champ and challenger connect one after the other, the crowd booing with each Kylie connection and cheering for the Heartbreaker.
Finally, AJ blocks and adds a second in a row, and blocks and adds a third, Sanders rocked. With a fourth and and a fifth, Kylie wobbles, arms at her side in front of AJ. Swann kisses her knuckles and sends the finishing touch, only for Kylie to duck it and send her arms circling around Swann's ivory midriff. Kylie's biceps flex, putting every bit of energy into robbing the punk of her breath with the bearhug.
The kneeling bearhug is hardly a staple of FAWN offensive weaponry, compared to its more traditional counterpart. But there's little denying its efficacy, AJ's cheeks puffing with each ounce of oxygen Kylie's not-quite-twenty-four-inch pythons manage to forceably expel from her. There's also little denying the maneuver's appreciation from the blackhearts in the audience. "HANG IN THERE, AJ!" Riley shouts, slapping the apron, the FAWNatics soon clapping right along with those swats.
But Sanders' arms continue to crush the Hardcore Heartbreaker's ribcage, threatening to deflate Swann enough to meet Tom Brady's specifications. Gritting her teeth, the bluenette fights to raise her arms, cocking her elbows in order to swing them toward Kylie's ears.
AJ slaps her hands together behind the champ's head and sets Kylie's ears to ringing. The traitor to the Corps releases her hug in a hurry, cradling her arms around either side of her noggin. The blonde squeaks out a "Bytch" between grunts, dropping from knees to haunches. She shakes her head to clear the hum in her hearing, a shout from Alexis on the sidelines opening her half-lidded eyes to get back to work.
Kylie's peepers open just in time to see, but not react to, AJ continuing to put her cocked elbow to good use--them time bringing it crashing down onto the crown of the newly crowned champ's skull. With the kneeling Pleasant Valley Princess hopefully sufficiently pacified, the Hardcore Heartbreaker moves her arms to slip underneath Kylie's. If she could get her hands clasped behind Sanders' back, the bluenette would kick out her leg and fall backward, no doubt delighting the spurned Corps by cooking up a little Brain Stew.
(BRAIN STEW:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Y6OvWpL52TU )
And this time, finally, Kylie has no answer, getting a heaping helping of AJ's Stew. The challenger PLANTS the blonde's braincase into the deck with violent if abbreviated torque. Sanders' head bounces off the canvas and she flops to her back in a dazed spreadeagle, dimly gazing at the rafters. Apparently feeling a ghost pin, Kylie kicks her right leg before AJ can even try to pick up the win.
Some in the crowd chuckle at Kylie's premature "kickout." AJ herself offers the tiniest of smirks--but then it's back on the attack. Using both hands, the Hardcore Heartbreaker rolls the champion over to her stomach, then quickly crawls around to Sanders' feet. Taking the elfin blonde's feet, Swann places Kylie's boots against her shoulders, and then starts to scoot forward. The crowd immediately starts to crank up the volume, recognizing the Hardcore Heartbreaker's EXTREMELY unique and exceeding excruciating variation on the camel clutch the moment they see her beginning to apply it.
(HOLD ME, THRILL ME, KISS ME, KILL ME:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=hLslYdXah28 )
As Swann knee-walks toward Sanders' head, she not only folds Kylie's legs but start to fold the champ's spine in an ingenious Camel Clutch worthy of Jenny Jacobs. Cupping her hands, Swann slips them under Ky's chin and completes the impressive display, Kylie's boot heels nearly pressed to the back of her noggin. Leaning her body forward while drawing Sanders' upper body back with her grip, Swann has the Hawkeye howling in pain, a worried look firmly planted on the the face of Kylie's Associate. Riley can't help but offer a cheerful wave, drawing a scowl from Alexis, Suguitan shouting at Kylie to stay alive. The ref seems certain Sanders' brief time at the top is over, but she shakes off his request to end the torture. Kylie pries at Swann's grip, trying to free herself before her vertebrae are turned to mush.
"COME ON, KYLIE!" AJ snarls, cranking back on the Hawkeye's chin with all her might. "GIVE IT UP!!!"
With the bluenette's cupping hands keeping her jaws fairly clenched, Kylie can't match the challenger's volume, but she still grunts out a defiant, "Neeeeeeevvvuuuuuuuunnnnnhhhhhhh..."
Eventually, Swann's tiring arms force the Hardcore Heartbreaker to accept that she won't wring a submission out of Kylie this way, so she pulls her hands away. Deprived the resistance of AJ's hands, Sanders' upper body whips forward--TOO quickly for the elfin blonde to bring her hands down to break her fall, before her face 'THWAAAPPP!'s into the canvas. Rising, Swann mutters, "Should've known that wouldn't work. You'd actually have to HAVE a spine..."
Grabbing a handful of blonde tresses, Swann pulls Kylie up, then quickly moves to take the champ's right wrist. As she ducks down, AJ draws Sander's own arm across her throat, the Hardcore Heartbreaker reaching her other hand toward the Pleasant Valley Princess' left hip, hoping to DRIVE the Hawkeye's head and shoulders into the mat with her Pretty Noose.
(PRETTY NOOSE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=7_G0zv6ena8 )
Swann do-si-dos Kylie's own arm around her neck on the high end of the blonde then dips low to wrap her arm around Kylie's waist, the champ suddenly looking a step behind the surging Hearbreaker rather than the two steps ahead she'd been early on. With the noose tightened around the aching Sanders, Swann throws her bodyweight back and sends Kylie tumbling over in a sideways flip that ends violently. Ky CRASHES to the deck on her head and shoulders, sliding to a stop on her back in a starfish, the FAWNatics growing in their belief that Kylie's reign would be mercifully short.
But it's end would not come immediately, AJ forsaking the cover and instead scooping the remains of Kylie off the deck. She carries the woozy Pleasant Valley Princess over to the nearest corner--coincidentally or not, the corner occupied on the outside by one Alexis Suguitan. Swinging Sanders upside down, the Hardcore Heartbreaker folds Kylie's legs and the knees, crossing the Hawkeye's boots under the top turnbuckle and secure her in a Tree of Woe.
"Look, AJ..." the referee offers in a half-hearted rebuke, but Swann cuts him off.
"She won't be there long," the bluenette cuts him off, then points a finger in Suguitan's direction. "Just make sure SHE doesn't get any ideas." With that, AJ retreats to the opposite corner, ready to get a running start and NAIL Kylie's chest with her Bullet with Butterfly Wings.
(BULLET WITH BUTTERFLY WINGS:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=SfRLz_1ZZAo )
But as AJ starts on her race to shoot her Bullet, Alexis does get an idea. Reaching into the ring, the copper-skinned beauty presses her palms against Kylie's shoulders. Knowing that AJ's going low, she shoves against Kylie, raising Sanders' head as she also sends the blonde forward. And if Kylie has enough in her, the champ might be able to crunch her way up in a ball with the assist and free herself. But the junior partner's calculus turns very faulty when AJ adjusts on the way up and in, getting a little extra height so her dropkick meets Kylie right in the mush, just a little higher and farther out from the buckles. The impact sends Ky's body swinging back and CRASHING into the corner, only adding to the champ's growing misfortune.
The impact also jostles Kylie's legs loose from their bonds, sending the elfin blonde tumbling into a broken, boneless puddle in the corner. Swiftly rising to her knees, the Hardcore Heartbreaker regards the horrified Filipino beauty at ringside with a beaming smile. "Good job!" the bluenette says. "With thinking like that, you'll be back in the mailroom in no time!" Pushing off her knees, Swann grabs a handful of hair and guides a crawling Kylie back to ward the middle of the ring. Jerking the Hawkeye up with a sharp tug, AJ stuffs her head under Sanders' left arm, preparing to introduce the champ to her Starseed northern lights suplex.
(STARSEED:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=HvQPd3nU5ek )
The bluenette wraps her arms around the waist of the champ, but before she can get Kylie up and over, the blonde grapevines a leg around one of AJ's, Kylie staying grounded with the block. Sanders quickly follows up with her free stem, lifting a knee into the chest of the Heartbreaker and another, sending Swann to tiptoes. With the proffered front facelock gifted her by AJ in place, Kylie uncoils her snaked leg from around Swann's. Spinning, she forces AJ to do the same until the women are back to back. Kylie still has her grip, trying to force the back of the punk's head tight to her shoulder for a reverse neckbreaker.
As a great muppet once said; do, or do not. And Kylie does, the elfin blonde dropping to her taut little tush and YANKING the Hardcore Heartbreaker down with her. Swann's neck meets an abrupt and painful end to the journey, driven into Sanders' shoulder by a combination of Kylie's brawn and gravity. The bluenette tumbles forward, landing on her knees... and staying there, for a moment at least, gently swaying to and fro. And then plummeting forward, landing on her belly, both hands cradling the back of her neck.
Sanders turns to her home corner and raises a calming hand toward Suguitan. "I got this," she assures the Associate muscle. "Just a little hope for the saps in the audience," Sanders shouts, drawing a round of boos from said saps. Kylie pushes to her feet, the aches not well hidden by the champion. Still she's ready to take a handful of hair when AJ makes it to hands and knees. She draws Swann to her feet and bullies the punk to the ropes. There she starts to fling the Heartbreaker to the far side, but AJ has other ideas, sending the Hawkeye off instead. Swann follows to mid-ring where she readies a clothesline, but when Kylie rebounds, the blonde starts to drop to her knees, planning to slide well underneath the scythe-like arm to deliver a punch to the ivory-skinned tummy of the Canadian.
(SLIDING GUT PUNCH:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=FEHvYvaEfgE )
With Swann aiming to go high, she's unprepared for the Hawkeye's heading in the opposite direction. Kylie slides across the mat, swinging a surprisingly hammer-like blow into the bluenette's belly. "OOOOOOOPPPPPPPPPPPHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!" AJ gasps loudly, folding in half, utterly gutted by the punch--and the head of steam behind it. Even so, Swann's legs stubbornly refuse to betray her, the Canadian import staggering forward, one arm hugging her tummy. But one final quake proves a little too much for AJ's gams, sending the Hardcore Heartbreaker sinking to her knees, slumping into the ropes.
Popping to her feet and turning quickly, Kylie spies the opportune positioning of her challenger. With AJ's back turned to her, Sanders pushes into the ropes behind her for a little added momentum and races toward the Heartbreaker. A foot or two out, Kylie raises her lead boot, ready to send it through the ropes and over AJ's shoulder, planning on landing her ass astride Swann's back and take the bratty punk for a little choking ride and take some of the wind out of her famously large sails.
The back of Kylie's thigh settles harshly against the back of AJ's neck, immediately sending Swann's boots into a kicking frenzy. Sure, one hundred and twelve pounds might not sound like much, but when that weight is being used to press one's larynx into an extremely taut, rubber coated steel cable, it's plenty damaging. Alas, the only thing the bluenette's drumming feet can accomplish is to rattle off a distress signal. Buck and thrash as she might, Kylie will not be dislodged, one arm almost absently resting against the top rope as she works on throttling the spirit out of the Hardcore Heartbreaker. AJ's arms flail, occasionally managing to push against the middle rope, her pale features growing more and more rosy by the second.
"SERIOUSLY, REF???" Riley protests on behalf of her breathless partner. "WILL YOU GET THAT BYTCH OFF HER??? SHE'S ON THE DAMN ROPES!!!!!"
And oddly, Riley manages what the official can't seem to do. Ky dismounts her challenger to walk over to the Coloradical Kid. Leaning over the top rope, she stares down at Shayne, glaring hazel lasers. "Who the HELL do you think you are even commenting on what I do? Keep your tone low and your head even lower little girl. Understand?"
Sanders nods for Riley. But when Kylie turns to walk back to AJ, Shayne sends a hand in and hooks an ankle causing Sanders to trip and stumble. Kylie immediately spins and climbs to the middle ropes of the corner above the Kid. "I will come down there and make an example, brat. Believe it."
Despite Kylie's status as a FAWN Original, a fallen icon now ascendant, the Coloradical Kid is anything but chastised. "Please do," Shayne snaps, taking a step back and opening her arms wide. "We both know as loud as you bark these days, on your own you're STILL the company welcome mat!"
Before Kylie can pick her jaw off the canvas, the referee steps between both the blonde in the ring on the one on the floor. "Riley," he snaps, "I probably SHOULD disqualify AJ for your stunt. I'm not going to, but I WILL, if you do it again. And YOU..."
He turns to Kylie.
"Riley's not your opponent tonight." No, Kylie's ACTUAL opponent is on the other side of the ring, reaching for the top rope, trying to pull herself up to her feet.
Sanders throws her arms up in the air. "FINE" Kylie points her middle and index fingers at her eyes and then at The Kid who does the same back to Kylie, causing the champ to gnash her teeth as she strolls back to Swann.
"OK. Where were we before we interrupted Softcore Heartbreaker?" Ky asks, accepting the wrist of the rising Swann and aiming her at the opposite cables. Kylie Irish Whips the pouty-lipped Canuck on her way and takes off after when Swann hits the opposite strands, ready to deck the Heartbreaker with a clothesline to the clavicle.
But the Hardcore Heartbreaker manages to duck underneath the would be scythe, carrying on along her way into the opposite ropes. The champ wheels around, quickly locating the returning Swann and extending her arm a second time... only for the clothesline to be ducked a second time! Frustration fuels the Pleasant Valley Princess, allowing her to pivot quickly. And already the bluenette has left her feet, HER arm now extended toward KYLIE'S throat, no doubt intending to say Hello to FAWN's top Nasty.
(HELLO, NASTY:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=mAnVip4xkcs&feature=channel_page )
Alas, Sanders' arm had been rising even as she had been turning to face her prey. The result is, BOTH women connect with wicked clotheslines, Kylie's at least preventing Swann from completing her maneuver. Blonde and bluenette crash to the mat hard, the Hawkeye remaining on her back while AJ rolls over to her stomach, both beauties knocked momentarily breathless.
And after tackling the elfin blonde to the mat, AJ soon scrambles to take a seat atop Kylie's belly. Not quite ready to dip back into her high flying, high risk arsenal, the Hardcore Heartbreaker elects to go with the basic--but hopefully, still effective. Balling her fists, the bluenette prepares to go to town and start unloading on Kylie's head with lefts and rights. Again, not the flashiest of attacks Swann could go for, but if she could land a few solid blows, it would still be immensely satisfying.
"Wrong way, bytch," the resurgent Hardcore Heartbreaker mutters, grabbing a double helping of Kylie's tresses and pulling the woozy World champ back to both feet. Swann then abruptly turns away from Alexis--and even more abruptly takes the Pleasant Valley Princess, depositing Sanders to the mat with a hairmare. Adrenaline providing a renewed spring to Swann's step, AJ heads to the ropes and slips out onto the apron.
She passes an almost jubilant Riley Shayne on her way to the near corner, the Coloradical Kid telling her, "You've got this, AJ. You've got HER!"
The bluenette barely nods, fully aware that there was still a little more work to do--and it would start on the top rope. Reaching the turnbuckle as Kylie starts to sit up, the challenger lets out a determined yell as she takes flight. Bringing her knees up, the Hardcore Heartbreaker hopes to land her Meteora--preferably flattening Kylie's juggs in the process.
(METEORA @0:51:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=REPirgrbLC0 )
Looking like the phenom some thought her to be early on in her career, AJ skies high from her perch and slams in turn her feet then knees into Kylie, the first CRUSHING Sanders' pert bosom, the second SLAMMING into her chin, knocking her loopy. As Swann's momentum sends her skidding off, Kylie spasms in a starfish, limbs open wide, right cheek pressed to the canvas. AJ spins and scrambles to a demolished Kylie and the crowd chants along at full throat.
“ONE...
TWO...
THREE!!!!!!!!”
But while the FAWNatics finish the count and rise as one in celebration, the man whose count counts points at a barely raised shoulder and holds up two fingers.
AJ BURIES both hands into her blue locks, and it's a small wonder that she doesn't RIP her tresses from their roots when she lets out an exasperated wail. "It's okay, AJ!" Riley calls to her, doing her best to keep her own disappointment in check. "She's not going anywhere! You've STLL got her."
"No," Swann mutters in response, shaking her head and climbing to her feet. "She's goin' somewhere..."
Stooping down, the Canadian Cutie hairhauls what's left of Sanders back to bootleather. "Bytch is goin' DOWN!!!" Ducking under the Hawkeye's nearly limp right arm, AJ reaches across the champ's back...
... and suddenly, the decibel level in the FAWN Arena surges to eardrum-threatening levels. If the bluenette made good on her Swann Song, there'd be NO doubt about THIS three...
(SWANN SONG:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=2cni03P2RNU )
AJ goes side by side with the rubbery Sanders, facing in the opposite direction. She sweeps an arm around the blonde's back, while strategically placing her right leg behind Kylie's. The challenger has a grasp on Ky's right wrist and pulls it across her left shoulder...all systems a go...until a desperate Kylie yanks the limb free and delivers a sharp elbow to AJ's temple. Another and another finally break the Hawkeye free from AJ playing the final tune of Sanders' reign. Kylie turns before AJ can manage and she reflexively dips and wraps her arms around Swann's tummy. On instinct built over well more than a decade, she throws her upper body into a bridge, hoping to rip AJ off the deck and send her Over and Done with her long patented finisher.
(OVER AND DONE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=JwEzj_6gZMs )
And AJ Swann is ripped off her feet so quickly that the FAWNatics don't even have time to stop cheering. Their approving roar is only silenced when the head and shoulders are BLASTED into the canvas, the Hardcore Heartbreaker left ass elevated to the rafters. Outside the ring, Riley's hands fly to her golden locks, the Coloradical Kid muttering an inaudible "Nonononononono..." as the official slides into position.
ONE...
TWO...
THREENOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
It's less a kickout and more a convulsion, but the result is the same: Sanders' embrace of the bluenette's midriff is broken, allowing AJ to tumble over into a jellied heap, still alive--if nowhere near close to well.
And again both women remain ground-bound, each driving the other to their limit. Chests heaving,they breathe deeply, gazing blankly toward the ceiling. This time it's Sanders with the advantage. The blonde reaches her feet as Swann is on one knee and Kylie ''helps' her challenger up the rest of the way. Taking AJ by a wrist and shoulder, she bum-rushes Swann toward the ropes and tosses her over no more than a step or two from the towering Filipino beauty. Immediately, the Hawkeye turns to face off with the official, registering a tardy complaint about AJ having never kicked out of her original finisher. While the blonde makes her case, Alexis peels a battered AJ off the cement floor and rocks the bluenette onto her heels with a couple stiff European Uppercuts. She then takes a wrist, aiming the Hardcore Heartbreaker toward the ring step and sending her hurtling toward them with a massive whip.
Still engulfed in quite the fog following her encounter with the Over and Done, AJ offers little resistance as she's launched toward the steel--hell, it's entirely possibly the bluenette isn't aware of where she's being whipped. That is, until the Hardcore Heartbreaker CRASHES into the steps, striking the metal with enough force to send them skidding a few inches across the floor, Swann following suit by melting to the concrete. Alexis can only take one step toward the fallen Heartbreaker, however, when Riley Shayne leaps onto her back. Ridding the penthouse terror piggyback style, Shayne starts to slip an arm around Suguitan's throat, hoping to apply a sleeper.
The feisty flaxen-haired youngster scissors the Filipino's waist as she snakes her arms around the head of the copper-skinned Associate and tightens her noose. Alexis quickly loses interest in the splayed AJ and reaches over her shoulders for any handhold on Riley she can find. But the ducking Shayne makes it difficult and after some long seconds, Alexis' powerful legs give a shimmy. Meanwhile, Kylie slides out and collects Swann, rolling her in under the bottom rope and following behind. Hopping to her feet, she draws a wobbly AJ with her, only to drive a knee deep in Swann's belly. With her foe bent, Kylie starts to reach across AJ's back, wrapping her arms around the bluenette's waist in preparation of her signature Children of the Corn gutwrench driver.
(CHILDREN OF THE CORN DRIVER @ 1:20:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=owFBXxoELhM&feature=channel_page )
Clinging to Alexis like a dog with an exceedingly shapely bone, Riley hardly even notices Kylie collecting her splattered partner. Instead, she jostles Suguitan's noggin side to side as Sanders takes Swann back into the ring. As the champ secures her challenger, the resemblance to AJ's own Swann Song in Kylie's actions does NOT go unnoticed, earning Sanders some louder jeers as the Pleasant Valley Princess hoists the bluenette up... and drops her right back down, AJ's cranium AGAIN spiked into the canvas without mercy. Holding her bridge, Kylie closes her eyes, mouthing along as the ref slaps off the...
ONE...
TWO...
THREEEEENOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Remarkably, AJ bucks free.
An aggravated Kylie plucks what's left of AJ off the deck by her head. She snaps Swann's noggin back with a vicious, whiplashing uppercut before doubling her over with a punt to the nethers. With AJ frozen on her tiptoes, eyes welling, jaw dropped, Kylie scoops an arm between AJ's thighs and 'hups' the Heartbreaker onto her shoulders in a fireman's carry ready to signal the death knell of AJ's plans to be a Heartbreaking FAWN World Champion with the newly christened BadAss Valley Driver.
(BADASS VALLEY DRIVER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=TlTK5q9vQzg )
On the floor, Riley Shayne squeezes her thighs a little tighter around Alexis' midsection, forcing a pained gasp from the Filipino beauty's lips. "You're not interfering again tonight, bytch," the pint-sized blonde whispers into her ear... and it might very well be true, but with the action in the ring, there probably won't be any need for her to interfere, as Kylie shuffles the remnants of her challenger up onto her shoulder. Only before Sanders can demonstrate her new BadAss bona fides, AJ starts firing elbows into the elfin blonde's temple. It takes four before the bluenette can slither off her shoulders, Swann landing on her feet and reaching to grab Kylie's wrist.
Alas, AJ's reprieve appears to be shortlived when Kylie reverses the Irish whip Swann had attempted--but the never-say-die in the Hardcore Heartbreaker emerges once more, AJ diving into a handstand and falling back into the ropes. When her calves hit the cables, the Canadian Cutie rebounds back to her feet--and promptly springs off them, hoping to surprise Sanders with her Beautiful Disaster.
(BEAUTIFUL DISASTER @0:24:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=z0DwBh_eIwY )
Not entirely sure where Swann is going with the handstand spring off the ropes, the FAWN original seems momentarily dumbfounded by AJ's play. And it shows in spades when Swann leaps into a spinning kick that CLACKS off Sanders' forehead. Michelle grows rigid, her hazel eyes crossing as she timbers like a tree to her back, landing with a heavy THUMP. The crowd at once going from depressed to jubilant, claps in unison as on the outside, Alexis seems unable to rid herself of the little blonde bulldog on her back,Suguitan growing rubbery, and on the inside, AJ has a fateful opportunity to take advantage of the classic Swann 'Hail Mary' completion.
Only, it appears that Swann's desperation counter had finally found the bottom of her nearly bottomless pit of reserves. The Pleasant Valley Princess is down for the count, spreadeagled, only a few incoherent murmurs emerging from her lips... but the Hardcore Heartbreaker is ALSO motionless, face down, perhaps not even conscious. "A... J!!! A... J!!!" the FAWNatics begin to chant, and after a few refrains, the sweat-drenched bluenette slowly, weakly starts to drag herself toward Kylie. With one final lunge, Swann collapses, her right arm draped over Sanders' chest.
ONE...
TWO...
THREENOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!
Kylie gets a shoulder up, the crowd GROANING its disappointment. It takes a couple more seconds for the panting, glistening Hardcore Heartbreaker to attempt to rise, hauling Kylie up with a handful of short blonde tresses. For a second time, AJ ducks down, slipping her head underneath Sanders arm as she reaches across the champion's back, attempting to trap Kylie and the FAWNatics to the Swann Song that Sanders had denied them moments ago...
(SWANN SONG:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=2cni03P2RNU )
And they are DENIED again. Like a combination of LeBron James with the Chicago Bulls and Gandalf with the Balrog, Kylie physically will not allow AJ to pass. This time, instead of the point of her elbow, the arm AJ drapes across her shoulders suddenly tightens and Sanders throws herself forward before AJ can lift her leg to swing like a pendulum in the opposite direction, Kylie hoping to drop to one knee with Swann in tow and bring the bluenette's spine crashing down on bended knee before drawing her back up for the caboose of an ole one-two with an inverted bulldog.
“AGGGGGGGGGGGGGGggggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh..." the Hardcore Heartbreaker wails, her cry beginning to fade as she's pulled back to her feet, Kylie's improvised backbreaker having rendered Swann little more than putty in her hands. The Hawkeye then promptly kicks up her feet, laying out and SLAMMING AJ down hard on the back of her skull. Once again, Kylie has managed to silence a crowd that used to roar with each of her successes, Swann left vacant eyed and twitching on the canvas.
Some of the FAWNatics have elected to enjoy the spectacle of the Coloradical Kid driving Alexis Suguitan deeper and deeper into oblivion. The others, comprising the vast majority of the crowd, audibly gasp and cringe when Kylie Sanders takes a knee--AJ Swann brought to a diabolical and debilitating conclusion when her head and neck meet the Hawkeye's posted knee. The Hardcore Heartbreaker tumbles over, landing flat on her ass... and remaining there, the bluenette's legs spread open wide, her upper body slumping ever so slightly forward between those splayed gams, head bowed.
Finally noticing with them, Riley lets Suguitan pool on the cool cement. She hops to her feet while Kylie shoves Swann flat to the canvas. It appears Sanders considers a lazy back-to-belly pin but reconsiders, rolling the seemingly insensate Swann in a tight ball for the...
ONE...
TWO...
... the Kid shouts at her partner to break free...
...in a tight ball, AJ stacked on her shoulders for the...
THREE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
The indominatable AJ Swann has, at last, been rendered dead to the world. The former loyal members of the Corps begin to boo loudly as the bell sounds, the official being presented with Kylie's championship belt as the announcer declares, "Ladies and gentlemen, your winner, via pinfall... and STILL FAWN World Champion... KYYYLLLIIIEEE SAAANNNDDDEEERRRSSS!!!!!"
The Hardcore Heartbreaker might not have played to the script, but the Hawkeye had still managed to repel her challenge. Cursing under her breath, Riley Shayne slides under the bottom rope...
Rising to her knees and allowing the beaten bluenette to pool into a mass of boneless flesh, Kylie accepts her belt... but almost immediately rips her arm away from the referee when he tries to raise it. Setting the strap to the side, Sanders climbs into a straddle of AJ’s stomach. Apparently not satisfied with victory, the Hawkeye beg balls her fist, ready to make Swann regret her impertinence with a few punches to the face.
But as the triumphant blonde draws her right arm back, suddenly her forearm is claimed in a surprisingly tight grasp. Choking back an anguished gasp, Kylie tilts her head to look back over her shoulder, only to witness something she couldn't believe. "You...?" Sanders mutters. "Where's Alexis...?"
"Taking a little nap," the Coloradical Kid replies, pulling the champ off her partner and attempting to whip her toward the ropes. But Kylie Sanders isn't quite running on empty, and she reverses that whip. As the second soon-to-be-decimated Heartbreaker hurtles back toward her, the elfin blonde dips and scoops her up. Only as she does, Riley's legs slip around Kylie's noggin, Shayne hoping to introduce the champ to her whirlybird headscissors.
(WHIRLYBIRD HEADSCISSORS:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=0aBM6CHrZlc )
Shayne's momentum sends Kylie spinning and that only speeds Riley's whirlybird until the Hawkeye can no longer maintain her equilibrium. The champ is sent sprawling, skidding to a stop not far from her demolished challenger. Spitting fire, Sanders staggers to her feet. "This is MY NIGHT. You were in grade school when I first took to this ring and I'll send you back there unless..." a poised Sanders stammers to a stop and points up the aisle.
"NOW!"
Riley appears to consider the reigning World champ's demand for a moment, and then shrugs her shoulders... only instead of departing the ring, the Coloradical Kid charges the Pleasant Valley Princess, driving a WICKED running kneelift into the pit of Kylie's stomach. The elfin blonde doubles over, staggering away from the ropes and back toward the center of the ring. But Shayne has little interest in letting Kylie get away. She sends Sanders racing into the far corner with a mighty whip, one that sends Kylie plopping to a seat an instant after her back strikes the buckles. "YOU KNOW I GOTTA DO IT!!!!" the Coloradical Kid shouts as she retreats to the opposite corner. "THEY'LL NEVER LET ME GO TO ANOTHER BRONCOS GAME IF I DON'T!!!"
But before Shayne can start on her way to bust the champ and bring a smile to everyone in the arena, a copper-skinned hand reaches over the ropes behind her and sinks into Riley's honey blonde locks. A wicked tug turns the Heartbreaker face to face with a ferocious and thoroughly woken Alexis. From the outside, Suguitan climbs, forcing Riley up on the inside of the buckles if she wants to keep her hair. Both women reach the top, the Kid a tick after VB&A's junior partner reaches the same harrowing heights. Transferring her grip to Riley's throat, Shayne's blue eyes bugging, a still seated Kylie, rubbing at the base of her spine from across the ring, screams at Alexis to blast all of the radical right out of Riley with a leaping powerslam from the top buckle.
Bringing her free hand to Shayne's bum, Suguitan lets out a ferocious growl as she THRUSTS the Coloradical Kid toward the rafters. Standing 5'7" in her own right, being perched on the top turnbuckle, Riley is now held with her kicking feet hanging a good eight or nine feet in the air. And even though they know it will do no good, the FAWNatics BEG the Filipino beauty to show mercy. Instead, Alexis jumps into the air. While this might be a top turnbuckle move, it's no display of athletic grace, but instead pure power as the Coloradical Kid is OBLITERATED, slammed into the canvas from a ridiculous height and with even more ludicrous force. For her part, Alexis lands on her feet, and it takes about three leggy strides for her to regain her balance... but she does.
Using the buckles behind her to rise, a relieved Kylie strides to her fellow Associate and gives Alexis a huge hug. Taken aback by the physical display, something Portia would never deliver, Alexis adjusts quickly and responds in kind, sternly calling for a flunky to bring the champ her gold. The mismatched duo break out of their embrace to reverberating boos, Suguitan holding Kylie's right arm high as Sanders raises the big prize with her left and plants a domineering boot on AJ's chest. Alexis does likewise to grind a boot into Riley's crotch, both 'Breakers barely reacting to the show of dominance, Swann managing a squirm or two, Riley out deep freezer cold.
"Be afraid FAWN," Kylie shouts above the din. "Now that I've got my moment and I'm never going to let it end!"
Alexis nods in agreement, flashing her pearlies, looking oddly refreshed after her brief nap.
"NEVER!"
A year ago at this time, the sight of the woman who had deposed the Black Queen from the throne would have had these fans in ecstacy. But so much can change in such little time. A year ago, for example, Kylie Sanders wouldn’t have been caught dead dining with Fortune’s Favorite, Portia VanBuren. But today, not only was Kylie Sanders an almost universally reviled World champion, she was the newest Associate of Portia and her firm.
The only thing missing right now is for Rod Serling to be wearing the referee’s shirt.
“Ladies and gentlemen,” the announcer declares, “your following contest is scheduled for one fall with a one hour time limit... and is for the FAWN WORLD CHAMPIONSHIP!!!”
The house erupts, and while they cheer, the speakers flicker into being. Five seconds of an unfamiliar, eccentric reverb then yield to a distinctly feminine voice...
"Anybody tell you I'm a fighter?
Wanna start a fire, I'm the lighter,
If you think you burn bright, I burn brighter,
Never tire,
Did they tell you I'm a fighter?"
Sumo Cyco’s “Fighter” might not be an immediately recognizable anthem for the FAWNatics, but those opening words fit few better than they do the woman about to emerge--and a number of fans have already put two and two together before the ring announcer addresses them.
("FIGHTER":
www.youtube.com/watch?v=awfrxaWvFUw )
"Hailing from Vancouver, British Columbia, Canada,” the announcer resumes, speaking over the pulsing rock. “Standing at five feet four inches tall and weighing in at one hundred and sixteen pounds, she is ‘THE HARDCORE HEARTBREAKER... AJ SWWWAAANNNNNN!"
Finally, as vocals join the sonic assault, the Canadian Cutie bursts onto the stage to a raucous roar of approval. Unusually for a singles match-up, tonight Swann is accompanied by her tag team partner, Riley Shayne. The Coloradical Kid sports her usual singles ring garb of her favorite aquamarine two-piece, white pads and matching boots. With the Associates sure to be lurking, even if not at ringside, Shayne has taken the sensible precaution of being dressed for battle.
AJ Swann...
Riley Shayne...
"The Hardcore Heartbreaker" bounds down the ramp, slapping hands with as many ringside fans as she can reach. A natural redhead, tonight Swann's hair has once again entered the realm of blue. She's dressed in a white sportsbra top and matching bikini briefs, the bottoms supported by a thin, crooked red belt and sporting a bright red lipstick kiss mark on the right cheek. Located directly in the center of her modest bosom, meanwhile, is a red cartoon heart--cracked slightly at the top, and dripping blood from the bottom. The rest of her ensemble consists of a pair of black gloves, the upper side adorned with a skeletal print, a crimson bandana (a shot at her opponent? or a welcoming nod) tied tight but-not-too-tightly around her right wrist, torn and tattered red fishnets, as well as red pads and boots.
Riley stays on the floor as AJ leaps onto the apron, Swann takes a brief moment to wipe her boots on the apron before slipping a leg through the ropes. Pulling her body through the cables in one swift motion, AJ bounds toward the nearest corner, hopping up onto the middle buckle. Thrusting her arms overhead, Swann lets out a triumphant cry, giving the crowd a display of tongue that would make Gene Simmons proud as she throws up the horns with both hands--a gesture that's met with a gleeful roar from tonight's full house.
Her first main event of a pay per view. Her first shot at the ultimate prize in the business. Kylie and her new, less than reputable Corps might have selected her thinking she wouldn’t give Sanders much of a test. Even as much as the FAWNatics adored her, and as mush as they would surely be rooting for her tonight, probably most of them feel that the odds of the Hardcore Heartbreaker overcoming both the woman in the ring as well as Portia and her Associates would be insurmountable.
AJ had shocked the world before. She could do it again.
She WOULD do it again.
With the quintessential punk inside the ring and her blonde punk-ass friend outside it, the crowd can hardly wait for the jeering opportunity of a lifetime. They begin before Swann’s music fully fades from their eardrums, so ready are the FAWNatics to welcome the World Champion.
If they couldn’t wrap their head around Sanders' travel to the dark side, even fewer likely could imagine someone who might lose to a rubber plant in her early career to be the Queen of the Mountain. But when the sound of The Clash fills the arena, the crowd realizes what they had seen at Spring Break had not been the world’s most shared hallucination.
Grinning from ear to ear and perhaps beyond, an elfin blonde enters stage left and moves to the center, huge golden accessory lying over her left shoulder. Her right raises an arm high with index finger extended and no matter how loud the boos buffet the newest Associate, the champion of the world smiles beatifically.
A beige Louis Vuitton handbag gripped tightly in her left hand, Kylie Sanders calls toward from whence she came. And there in an instant, Associated backup in the form of VB&A’s powerhouse, the Filipino Sensation and Portia’s protégé, Alexis Suguitan.
Ky hands the thousand-dollar bag to the raven-haired beauty and while Alexis holds, the blonde digs out a microphone, the crowd immediately trying to drown anyone and everything out when Kylie draws it to her lips. But just as quickly she pulls it away and together the allies head toward the ring, Suguitan providing the point as Sanders follows. The Clash continues Kylie’s increasingly familiar complaint with her former Corps.
“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”
(“TRAIN IN VAIN”:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=NYkQK8QsQ2w&index=3&list=LLU6MWpP-rt2kWv-tOm824HA )
As the jeers echo, they only double when the Associates reach ringside, the Hawkeye wearing 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, Alexis is a sight in white, the flirty mini-dress perfect for May in Orlando, showing an abundance of copper-skinned leg.
Alexis Suguitan...
Ky rises up the steps, her hazel eyes only barely glancing at the bluenette in the opposite corner. She does deign to wave AJ out of the ring, which Swann ignores with an amused snort.
Brian: Kylie turns to the main camera, again drawing microphone to lips and pushing the gold overhead.
The ring announcer doesn’t miss her cue.
“And her opponent, standing five feet four inches tall and weighing in at 112 pounds, from Pleasant Valley, Iowa…YOUR FAWN WORLD CHAMPION…KYLIE SANDERS!”
The crowd only increases its enmity and volume as Kylie beams like the sun, her long dozen-year trek justified. And even as it is, the betrayed former Corps begin a loud sustained chant.
“TROLL…TROLL…TROLL.”
Sanders’ face turns sour as she tries to ignores the calls. Alexis turns and shouts at the fans to shut their mouths but the FAWNatics aren’t done until the arena is rocking.
“I’ll wait all day,” Kylie shouts. And it seems for a while she might have to before the crowd calms. Kylie draws the faceplate down and gives it a big smooch.
“This is what you all wanted to see but knew I wouldn’t reach. The fulfillment of MY hard work, MY perseverance and when I finally sloughed you scumbags off my shoulders I was able to fly.”
The FAWNatics are far from pleased and they let the champ know it.
“There are so many karma checks to cash, I don’t know where to start, Pandora, Shea, Wendy Smith, Lisa Dream.”
For perhaps the first time ever The Dream gets a roar and Kylie draws the mic away from her lips and gives it a foul look before using it again.
“But tonight, I’ll face a woman that is better than that entire sad, little troupe. AJ Swann!”
The crowd cheers, though it seems a little on the skeptical side.
“The powers that be tell me Wendy Smith is in my future. That she deserves a shot at my gold after our last result. A win by me by the way.”
Groans and hisses and chants of “SCREW…JOB” fill the bowl.
“Calm yourselves. She will get her chance when all of the other more worthy challengers have been accounted for and defeated, their hearts broken.”
Ky finally turns her face toward Swann crookedly with a smirk then offers a pucker of her Cupid’s arrow lips. She walks to her corner and hands the title and the microphone to Alexis in turn, just in time for the bell.
"Think you've got it all worked out, don't you?" the Hardcore Heartbreaker asks, circling the newly crowned champ. "Y'know, I'd say I appreciate all those kind words, if I thought for one second you believed them. But we both know you think I'm a joke. Joke's gonna be on YOU, though, when it's all said and done here..." The bluenette feints a lunge into a lock-up, taking a moment to judge Kylie's reaction time. "Whatever reason you chose me to face you tonight," AJ says, "this is the biggest opportunity of my life. And I'm not gonna waste it." Swann surges forward again, this time genuinely seeking to tie up with the elfin blonde.
But while Sanders seems ready to throw herself in with both arms, she quickly calls an audible, instead leading with a boot to the belly of the Heartbreaker that sends a burst of breath from between the dark purple of Swann's lips. "And so much for your opportunity," Kylie chuckles, tugging AJ into a tight side headlock and wrenching at her neck, Alexis cheering on her fellow Associate. Kylie leads AJ around the ring, stopping at her corner to look down on Shayne. "And from what little corner of the dumpster did they find you?" Kylie asks oh so sweetly.
And, her tones just as honeyed, the Coloradical Kid replies, "I think they call it Kinnick Stadium..."
Kylie's features cloud over--but her expression soon shifts again, from anger to pain as the Hardcore Heartbreaker slams a forearm into her lower back, followed by a second... and a third allows Swann to pop her head free of the side headlock. AJ's hands swiftly rise, her fingers plunging into Sanders' flaxen locks, the bluenette intending to introduce the Hawkeye's mug to the top turnbuckle.
But as Kylie's head starts to go down, her right leg goes up and her boot lands on the middle buckle stopping Swann's intended get-together. AJ tries to force it a second time with no success. And before she can try a third, Sanders shoots an elbow into the Heartbreaker's chest, sending AJ's grip tumbling from Ky's golden locks. Kylie grabs the blue follicles on the punk. "Who would've thought? A great idea from you." Sanders starts to bring Swann's face to buckle.
AJ's arms had instinctively moved toward her suddenly throbbing chest, which prevents them from moving in time to intercept the top rope. The Hardcore Heartbreaker's features crash into the leather padding of the buckle, Swann groaning upon impact--as do the legions of Kylie's former supporters in the stands. As the bluenette swivels, turning her back to the buckles and slumping backwards, AJ's dulled eyes show just how much of a toll that one 'THWACK' had taken on the challenger. And in about one minute, Kylie Sanders had made the contention that her win over Emily West was a fluke a much more difficult sell.
Sanders looks over AJ's shoulder and grins at The Kid. "I'd insult you back, but how could I do better than what you're wearing." Kylie grins and lifts a knee deep into the pit of AJ's tummy without even glancing in her foe's direction. She doubles Swann and takes a wrist. "Gonna go see my bud Alex right now. Later."
Kylie pivots and Irish whips Swann toward the far corner, ready to follow her in as soon as the Heartbreaker hits buckles. And where her long ago mentor Shea London might get fancy with a tumbling run, Sanders is more a straight-ahead rush to judgment and splash kind of gal.
But the direct course of action proves not to always be the best one. Just as the Pleasant Valley Princess leaves her feet to fly into a hard-charging splash, AJ's hands coil around the top rope, providing balance for the bluenette as she swings her boots into the air. Her heels catch Kylie flush underneath the jaw, sending the champ pivoting and staggering away, one hand rising to examine her chin. Meanwhile, Swann doesn't let her feet settle back to the canvas, the challenger instead working her way up to the middle rope. And as a slumped Sanders starts to turn in her direction, AJ leaps from the buckles, looking to get back into this match With a Bullet.
(WITH A BULLET:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=62jAjaDcVYU )
Alexis reaches to trip up Swann but her hand comes up just short and AJ launches. She flips by the bent blonde and grabs her noggin as she flies by, sending Sanders into an airborne barrel roll to the deck. Kylie SLAMS against the canvas with a rattling impact. Still, Kylie uses the momentum to roll up to one knee, staring at the Heartbreaker and waggling an index finger at AJ. But along with the finger, her head also gives a bit of a wobble, Kylie blinking her hazel peepers wide.
AJ *could* have elected to argue with Kylie's rebuke, but instead of using her words, the bluenette gives a small hop. Shooting out her boots, the Hardcore Heartbreaker catches the newly crowned World champ with a low dropkick right to the mush that sends the elfin blonde tumbling over to her back. As Swann climbs to her feet, the FAWNatics give the young underdog a rousing cheer--and AJ can't resist a moment's cheekiness, answering the crowd with a brief curtsie. Turning back to Sanders, the bluenette gathers a handful of hair and tugs Sanders up to verticality. Releasing the blonde's locks, Swann's arms begin to wrap around Kylie's waist, AJ preparing to deliver her In Utero inverted atomic drop.
But as Swann's arms encircle Kylie's gulping midriff, Sanders sends her fingers into AJ's multihued mop. The champ draws her head back and butts it into AJ's nose. Swann's arms drop from around Kylie's waist and she stumbles away, eyelids clenched. Kylie blinks, rubbing her forehead, taking a moment before she travels after her challenger, closing from behind. "Did you not see my finger?" Kylie shouts. Sanders grabs the azure strands of the Heartbreaker from behind, ready to sit out and tug AJ down with her, hoping to SLAM the back of her foe's noggin into the thinly-sheathed plywood and, with AJ between her legs, drop the stems over her biceps and pin the hot mess, sending her back to the middle of the card.
And when the Hawkeye drops to her rump, AJ Swann finds the back of her skull SLAMMED into thinly padded plywood, with a distinct absence of mercy from the Pleasant Valley Princess. The Hardcore Heartbreaker is quickly rendered a shuddering heap of flesh, Kylie draping her legs across Swann's upper arms and reaching to gather up the Canadian Cutie's stems. With AJ pulled into a taut matchbook, the official has little choice but to slap off the...
ONE...
TWO...
NOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!
The bluenette kicks free, spilling over to her side in a tangle of limbs.
"What a disappointment that would have been," Kylie huffs, showing she knows at least something of Swann's reputation. Kylie lifts her right leg and DRIVES the heel into Swann's sternum before rising and surveying. Moving her boots on either side of AJ's head, the elfin blonde leaps into the air, pulling her knees high, ready to deliver a severe mushroom stomp to either side of the Heartbreaker's broken bloodpumper.
Sanders' soles land atop AJ's gurls, her mushroom stomp resulting in a pair of pancakes before the Hawkeye is propelled away. Kylie lands with her feet again astride Swann's noggin, but she doesn't remain their long. It takes the elfin blonde a step or two to fully regain her balance. In the meantime, the Hardcore Heartbreaker's arms fly off the mat, crossing over her aching bosom as her feet kick at the canvas.
Sanders strolls around the canvas, gazing into the sea of hatred and jealousy like she was born to it. "Don't be fooled," she huffs exaggeratedly. "This girl would have Emily unable to add two plus two by now." She turns and stomps AJ in the gut. "Luckily, I'm not Em." Sanders boots away at AJ's ribs until she turns to her chest and Ky dives on in a kneeling reverse straddle of AJ's waist. Immediately, Sanders raises her right hand high, her left grasping her right wrist and reflexively many in the stands chant out "FARM...HAND" As soon as they do Kylie playfully swats AJ's ass instead. "Nope. You don't deserve it."
Kylie starts to rise.
"But she does."
The blonde drops back onto her haunches, sending her ass hard into AJ's lower spine and moves her clawed hand toward the juncture of the punk curved cheek and sinewy, glossy thigh, ready to clamp on tight.
As soon as Kylie's digits plunge into vulnerable muscle and tissue, the Hardcore Heartbreaker lets out a high pitched yelp. She also immediately starts shaking her head, even before the official has had a chance to consider asking about a submission. Despite Kylie being seated against the small of her back, Swann digs her elbows into the canvas, pushing her upper body into the air. Well aware that she had little time to act before she was rendered a one-legged would-be asskicker, the bluenette struggles to start dragging herself toward the ropes...
Sanders digs in deeper with her digits, gnawing away as she flexes her palm, pressing in the 'massage'. But as AJ continues to skid like a slug across the canvas, a frustrated Kylie releases her grip, rises to her knees and thrusts her booty back down. Swann, having pulled herself forward while Kylie was up, has Sanders land cheek to cheek with her, the bounce losing a lot of its blast when ending on AJ's cushion. Aggravated, the champ pops off her butt-stool and grasps an ankle. Standing to Swann's side, she prepares to lay out to her back, bringing the stem along, and give the gnarled left thigh another test, this one of flexibility.
The sudden shift, from talons prodding and probing at the muscle underneath her skin to that muscle being stretched to its fullest, produces the sort of shriek from the Hardcore Heartbreaker that would fail to move only the coldest of hearts. And as soon as Swann's hamstring is brought to full extension, the bluenette's body immediately contracts into a tight, protective shell, AJ's hand reaching to clutch the back of her thigh. Outside the ring, Riley Shayne winces, having to fight the urge to turn away from seeing her friend and mentor in such agony. But fight it she does, the tiny blonde slapping the apron with both hands and shouting encouragement.
From across the ring a statuesque raven-haired beauty waves at Riley, mouthing 'you want a match?' then chuckles. Inside, the champ is working Swann like a part-time job, delivering a boot to the bluenette's gut. AJ spasms to a 'V' shape and Kylie uses the available handle of the punk's locks. Hauling Swann to her feet, Kylie grabs the challenger in a front facelock and slips AJ's limp arm behind her neck. Finding a handful of wardrobe on Swann's hip, the elfin blonde tries to launch AJ to a vertical standstill so she can turn toward the ropes, drop Swann's legs across them, and use the strands as a slingshot to suplex her over with a little extra speed.
Only instead, AJ's foot slips around Kylie's calf, blocking the attempted lift. Naturally, the Pleasant Valley Princess does not take to kindly to this act of defiance, and with one hand still clutching a handful of the bluenette's bottoms, Sanders uses the other to stuff a compact but powerful punch into the Hardcore Heartbreaker's defenseless midriff. AJ's pouty lips part to let out a gasp, and her boot obliges Kylie by slipping away... but as the Hawkeye goes for take two, Swann's foot reverses course, AGAIN hooking Kylie's calf! And this time, as the elfin blonde readies another punch, AJ Swann rocks backward and down, attempting to roll Sanders into a tight small package.
Kylie tumbles forward with the challenger and Swann artfully uses her limbs to tie the blonde up in a knot with her shoulders on the canvas. The official seems caught by surprise as well and it takes a half-tick for him to get down for the...
ONE...
TWO...
THRNOOO!
Sanders pops free and gasps like she's just surfaced from beneath an ocean wave. She glances frightfully at the zebra and sighs when she see two fingers raised. Getting in the man's grill, she complains about a non-existent hairpull, perhaps hoping to set a thought in place for the future.
And as Kylie goes into full protestation mode, a grimacing AJ Swann works her way up, first to all fours and then, finally, to her knees. Her eyes lock on Riley Shayne's for a fleeting second, just long enough for the blonde to silently ask if she was okay, and for the Hardcore Heartbreaker to assure her that she was. As the Coloradical Kid lets out a small sigh, Swann scampers over behind the irate Hawkeye as quickly as she can from her knees. When the bluenette shoots an arm between Kylie's thighs, Alexis Suguitan barely has time to shout out a warning to her fellow associate before AJ attempts to catch the unawares champion with ANOTHER roll-up.
This time Kylie is sent tumbling backwards, but manages to roll through into a full somersault, ending on all fours next to Swann, who quickly scrambles to the same position. Each rise to their knees, facing off. Kylie balls a fist and delivers a right cross to AJ's jaw but Swann returns in kind. Champ and challenger connect one after the other, the crowd booing with each Kylie connection and cheering for the Heartbreaker.
Finally, AJ blocks and adds a second in a row, and blocks and adds a third, Sanders rocked. With a fourth and and a fifth, Kylie wobbles, arms at her side in front of AJ. Swann kisses her knuckles and sends the finishing touch, only for Kylie to duck it and send her arms circling around Swann's ivory midriff. Kylie's biceps flex, putting every bit of energy into robbing the punk of her breath with the bearhug.
The kneeling bearhug is hardly a staple of FAWN offensive weaponry, compared to its more traditional counterpart. But there's little denying its efficacy, AJ's cheeks puffing with each ounce of oxygen Kylie's not-quite-twenty-four-inch pythons manage to forceably expel from her. There's also little denying the maneuver's appreciation from the blackhearts in the audience. "HANG IN THERE, AJ!" Riley shouts, slapping the apron, the FAWNatics soon clapping right along with those swats.
But Sanders' arms continue to crush the Hardcore Heartbreaker's ribcage, threatening to deflate Swann enough to meet Tom Brady's specifications. Gritting her teeth, the bluenette fights to raise her arms, cocking her elbows in order to swing them toward Kylie's ears.
AJ slaps her hands together behind the champ's head and sets Kylie's ears to ringing. The traitor to the Corps releases her hug in a hurry, cradling her arms around either side of her noggin. The blonde squeaks out a "Bytch" between grunts, dropping from knees to haunches. She shakes her head to clear the hum in her hearing, a shout from Alexis on the sidelines opening her half-lidded eyes to get back to work.
Kylie's peepers open just in time to see, but not react to, AJ continuing to put her cocked elbow to good use--them time bringing it crashing down onto the crown of the newly crowned champ's skull. With the kneeling Pleasant Valley Princess hopefully sufficiently pacified, the Hardcore Heartbreaker moves her arms to slip underneath Kylie's. If she could get her hands clasped behind Sanders' back, the bluenette would kick out her leg and fall backward, no doubt delighting the spurned Corps by cooking up a little Brain Stew.
(BRAIN STEW:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Y6OvWpL52TU )
And this time, finally, Kylie has no answer, getting a heaping helping of AJ's Stew. The challenger PLANTS the blonde's braincase into the deck with violent if abbreviated torque. Sanders' head bounces off the canvas and she flops to her back in a dazed spreadeagle, dimly gazing at the rafters. Apparently feeling a ghost pin, Kylie kicks her right leg before AJ can even try to pick up the win.
Some in the crowd chuckle at Kylie's premature "kickout." AJ herself offers the tiniest of smirks--but then it's back on the attack. Using both hands, the Hardcore Heartbreaker rolls the champion over to her stomach, then quickly crawls around to Sanders' feet. Taking the elfin blonde's feet, Swann places Kylie's boots against her shoulders, and then starts to scoot forward. The crowd immediately starts to crank up the volume, recognizing the Hardcore Heartbreaker's EXTREMELY unique and exceeding excruciating variation on the camel clutch the moment they see her beginning to apply it.
(HOLD ME, THRILL ME, KISS ME, KILL ME:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=hLslYdXah28 )
As Swann knee-walks toward Sanders' head, she not only folds Kylie's legs but start to fold the champ's spine in an ingenious Camel Clutch worthy of Jenny Jacobs. Cupping her hands, Swann slips them under Ky's chin and completes the impressive display, Kylie's boot heels nearly pressed to the back of her noggin. Leaning her body forward while drawing Sanders' upper body back with her grip, Swann has the Hawkeye howling in pain, a worried look firmly planted on the the face of Kylie's Associate. Riley can't help but offer a cheerful wave, drawing a scowl from Alexis, Suguitan shouting at Kylie to stay alive. The ref seems certain Sanders' brief time at the top is over, but she shakes off his request to end the torture. Kylie pries at Swann's grip, trying to free herself before her vertebrae are turned to mush.
"COME ON, KYLIE!" AJ snarls, cranking back on the Hawkeye's chin with all her might. "GIVE IT UP!!!"
With the bluenette's cupping hands keeping her jaws fairly clenched, Kylie can't match the challenger's volume, but she still grunts out a defiant, "Neeeeeeevvvuuuuuuuunnnnnhhhhhhh..."
Eventually, Swann's tiring arms force the Hardcore Heartbreaker to accept that she won't wring a submission out of Kylie this way, so she pulls her hands away. Deprived the resistance of AJ's hands, Sanders' upper body whips forward--TOO quickly for the elfin blonde to bring her hands down to break her fall, before her face 'THWAAAPPP!'s into the canvas. Rising, Swann mutters, "Should've known that wouldn't work. You'd actually have to HAVE a spine..."
Grabbing a handful of blonde tresses, Swann pulls Kylie up, then quickly moves to take the champ's right wrist. As she ducks down, AJ draws Sander's own arm across her throat, the Hardcore Heartbreaker reaching her other hand toward the Pleasant Valley Princess' left hip, hoping to DRIVE the Hawkeye's head and shoulders into the mat with her Pretty Noose.
(PRETTY NOOSE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=7_G0zv6ena8 )
Swann do-si-dos Kylie's own arm around her neck on the high end of the blonde then dips low to wrap her arm around Kylie's waist, the champ suddenly looking a step behind the surging Hearbreaker rather than the two steps ahead she'd been early on. With the noose tightened around the aching Sanders, Swann throws her bodyweight back and sends Kylie tumbling over in a sideways flip that ends violently. Ky CRASHES to the deck on her head and shoulders, sliding to a stop on her back in a starfish, the FAWNatics growing in their belief that Kylie's reign would be mercifully short.
But it's end would not come immediately, AJ forsaking the cover and instead scooping the remains of Kylie off the deck. She carries the woozy Pleasant Valley Princess over to the nearest corner--coincidentally or not, the corner occupied on the outside by one Alexis Suguitan. Swinging Sanders upside down, the Hardcore Heartbreaker folds Kylie's legs and the knees, crossing the Hawkeye's boots under the top turnbuckle and secure her in a Tree of Woe.
"Look, AJ..." the referee offers in a half-hearted rebuke, but Swann cuts him off.
"She won't be there long," the bluenette cuts him off, then points a finger in Suguitan's direction. "Just make sure SHE doesn't get any ideas." With that, AJ retreats to the opposite corner, ready to get a running start and NAIL Kylie's chest with her Bullet with Butterfly Wings.
(BULLET WITH BUTTERFLY WINGS:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=SfRLz_1ZZAo )
But as AJ starts on her race to shoot her Bullet, Alexis does get an idea. Reaching into the ring, the copper-skinned beauty presses her palms against Kylie's shoulders. Knowing that AJ's going low, she shoves against Kylie, raising Sanders' head as she also sends the blonde forward. And if Kylie has enough in her, the champ might be able to crunch her way up in a ball with the assist and free herself. But the junior partner's calculus turns very faulty when AJ adjusts on the way up and in, getting a little extra height so her dropkick meets Kylie right in the mush, just a little higher and farther out from the buckles. The impact sends Ky's body swinging back and CRASHING into the corner, only adding to the champ's growing misfortune.
The impact also jostles Kylie's legs loose from their bonds, sending the elfin blonde tumbling into a broken, boneless puddle in the corner. Swiftly rising to her knees, the Hardcore Heartbreaker regards the horrified Filipino beauty at ringside with a beaming smile. "Good job!" the bluenette says. "With thinking like that, you'll be back in the mailroom in no time!" Pushing off her knees, Swann grabs a handful of hair and guides a crawling Kylie back to ward the middle of the ring. Jerking the Hawkeye up with a sharp tug, AJ stuffs her head under Sanders' left arm, preparing to introduce the champ to her Starseed northern lights suplex.
(STARSEED:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=HvQPd3nU5ek )
The bluenette wraps her arms around the waist of the champ, but before she can get Kylie up and over, the blonde grapevines a leg around one of AJ's, Kylie staying grounded with the block. Sanders quickly follows up with her free stem, lifting a knee into the chest of the Heartbreaker and another, sending Swann to tiptoes. With the proffered front facelock gifted her by AJ in place, Kylie uncoils her snaked leg from around Swann's. Spinning, she forces AJ to do the same until the women are back to back. Kylie still has her grip, trying to force the back of the punk's head tight to her shoulder for a reverse neckbreaker.
As a great muppet once said; do, or do not. And Kylie does, the elfin blonde dropping to her taut little tush and YANKING the Hardcore Heartbreaker down with her. Swann's neck meets an abrupt and painful end to the journey, driven into Sanders' shoulder by a combination of Kylie's brawn and gravity. The bluenette tumbles forward, landing on her knees... and staying there, for a moment at least, gently swaying to and fro. And then plummeting forward, landing on her belly, both hands cradling the back of her neck.
Sanders turns to her home corner and raises a calming hand toward Suguitan. "I got this," she assures the Associate muscle. "Just a little hope for the saps in the audience," Sanders shouts, drawing a round of boos from said saps. Kylie pushes to her feet, the aches not well hidden by the champion. Still she's ready to take a handful of hair when AJ makes it to hands and knees. She draws Swann to her feet and bullies the punk to the ropes. There she starts to fling the Heartbreaker to the far side, but AJ has other ideas, sending the Hawkeye off instead. Swann follows to mid-ring where she readies a clothesline, but when Kylie rebounds, the blonde starts to drop to her knees, planning to slide well underneath the scythe-like arm to deliver a punch to the ivory-skinned tummy of the Canadian.
(SLIDING GUT PUNCH:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=FEHvYvaEfgE )
With Swann aiming to go high, she's unprepared for the Hawkeye's heading in the opposite direction. Kylie slides across the mat, swinging a surprisingly hammer-like blow into the bluenette's belly. "OOOOOOOPPPPPPPPPPPHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!" AJ gasps loudly, folding in half, utterly gutted by the punch--and the head of steam behind it. Even so, Swann's legs stubbornly refuse to betray her, the Canadian import staggering forward, one arm hugging her tummy. But one final quake proves a little too much for AJ's gams, sending the Hardcore Heartbreaker sinking to her knees, slumping into the ropes.
Popping to her feet and turning quickly, Kylie spies the opportune positioning of her challenger. With AJ's back turned to her, Sanders pushes into the ropes behind her for a little added momentum and races toward the Heartbreaker. A foot or two out, Kylie raises her lead boot, ready to send it through the ropes and over AJ's shoulder, planning on landing her ass astride Swann's back and take the bratty punk for a little choking ride and take some of the wind out of her famously large sails.
The back of Kylie's thigh settles harshly against the back of AJ's neck, immediately sending Swann's boots into a kicking frenzy. Sure, one hundred and twelve pounds might not sound like much, but when that weight is being used to press one's larynx into an extremely taut, rubber coated steel cable, it's plenty damaging. Alas, the only thing the bluenette's drumming feet can accomplish is to rattle off a distress signal. Buck and thrash as she might, Kylie will not be dislodged, one arm almost absently resting against the top rope as she works on throttling the spirit out of the Hardcore Heartbreaker. AJ's arms flail, occasionally managing to push against the middle rope, her pale features growing more and more rosy by the second.
"SERIOUSLY, REF???" Riley protests on behalf of her breathless partner. "WILL YOU GET THAT BYTCH OFF HER??? SHE'S ON THE DAMN ROPES!!!!!"
And oddly, Riley manages what the official can't seem to do. Ky dismounts her challenger to walk over to the Coloradical Kid. Leaning over the top rope, she stares down at Shayne, glaring hazel lasers. "Who the HELL do you think you are even commenting on what I do? Keep your tone low and your head even lower little girl. Understand?"
Sanders nods for Riley. But when Kylie turns to walk back to AJ, Shayne sends a hand in and hooks an ankle causing Sanders to trip and stumble. Kylie immediately spins and climbs to the middle ropes of the corner above the Kid. "I will come down there and make an example, brat. Believe it."
Despite Kylie's status as a FAWN Original, a fallen icon now ascendant, the Coloradical Kid is anything but chastised. "Please do," Shayne snaps, taking a step back and opening her arms wide. "We both know as loud as you bark these days, on your own you're STILL the company welcome mat!"
Before Kylie can pick her jaw off the canvas, the referee steps between both the blonde in the ring on the one on the floor. "Riley," he snaps, "I probably SHOULD disqualify AJ for your stunt. I'm not going to, but I WILL, if you do it again. And YOU..."
He turns to Kylie.
"Riley's not your opponent tonight." No, Kylie's ACTUAL opponent is on the other side of the ring, reaching for the top rope, trying to pull herself up to her feet.
Sanders throws her arms up in the air. "FINE" Kylie points her middle and index fingers at her eyes and then at The Kid who does the same back to Kylie, causing the champ to gnash her teeth as she strolls back to Swann.
"OK. Where were we before we interrupted Softcore Heartbreaker?" Ky asks, accepting the wrist of the rising Swann and aiming her at the opposite cables. Kylie Irish Whips the pouty-lipped Canuck on her way and takes off after when Swann hits the opposite strands, ready to deck the Heartbreaker with a clothesline to the clavicle.
But the Hardcore Heartbreaker manages to duck underneath the would be scythe, carrying on along her way into the opposite ropes. The champ wheels around, quickly locating the returning Swann and extending her arm a second time... only for the clothesline to be ducked a second time! Frustration fuels the Pleasant Valley Princess, allowing her to pivot quickly. And already the bluenette has left her feet, HER arm now extended toward KYLIE'S throat, no doubt intending to say Hello to FAWN's top Nasty.
(HELLO, NASTY:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=mAnVip4xkcs&feature=channel_page )
Alas, Sanders' arm had been rising even as she had been turning to face her prey. The result is, BOTH women connect with wicked clotheslines, Kylie's at least preventing Swann from completing her maneuver. Blonde and bluenette crash to the mat hard, the Hawkeye remaining on her back while AJ rolls over to her stomach, both beauties knocked momentarily breathless.
And after tackling the elfin blonde to the mat, AJ soon scrambles to take a seat atop Kylie's belly. Not quite ready to dip back into her high flying, high risk arsenal, the Hardcore Heartbreaker elects to go with the basic--but hopefully, still effective. Balling her fists, the bluenette prepares to go to town and start unloading on Kylie's head with lefts and rights. Again, not the flashiest of attacks Swann could go for, but if she could land a few solid blows, it would still be immensely satisfying.
"Wrong way, bytch," the resurgent Hardcore Heartbreaker mutters, grabbing a double helping of Kylie's tresses and pulling the woozy World champ back to both feet. Swann then abruptly turns away from Alexis--and even more abruptly takes the Pleasant Valley Princess, depositing Sanders to the mat with a hairmare. Adrenaline providing a renewed spring to Swann's step, AJ heads to the ropes and slips out onto the apron.
She passes an almost jubilant Riley Shayne on her way to the near corner, the Coloradical Kid telling her, "You've got this, AJ. You've got HER!"
The bluenette barely nods, fully aware that there was still a little more work to do--and it would start on the top rope. Reaching the turnbuckle as Kylie starts to sit up, the challenger lets out a determined yell as she takes flight. Bringing her knees up, the Hardcore Heartbreaker hopes to land her Meteora--preferably flattening Kylie's juggs in the process.
(METEORA @0:51:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=REPirgrbLC0 )
Looking like the phenom some thought her to be early on in her career, AJ skies high from her perch and slams in turn her feet then knees into Kylie, the first CRUSHING Sanders' pert bosom, the second SLAMMING into her chin, knocking her loopy. As Swann's momentum sends her skidding off, Kylie spasms in a starfish, limbs open wide, right cheek pressed to the canvas. AJ spins and scrambles to a demolished Kylie and the crowd chants along at full throat.
“ONE...
TWO...
THREE!!!!!!!!”
But while the FAWNatics finish the count and rise as one in celebration, the man whose count counts points at a barely raised shoulder and holds up two fingers.
AJ BURIES both hands into her blue locks, and it's a small wonder that she doesn't RIP her tresses from their roots when she lets out an exasperated wail. "It's okay, AJ!" Riley calls to her, doing her best to keep her own disappointment in check. "She's not going anywhere! You've STLL got her."
"No," Swann mutters in response, shaking her head and climbing to her feet. "She's goin' somewhere..."
Stooping down, the Canadian Cutie hairhauls what's left of Sanders back to bootleather. "Bytch is goin' DOWN!!!" Ducking under the Hawkeye's nearly limp right arm, AJ reaches across the champ's back...
... and suddenly, the decibel level in the FAWN Arena surges to eardrum-threatening levels. If the bluenette made good on her Swann Song, there'd be NO doubt about THIS three...
(SWANN SONG:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=2cni03P2RNU )
AJ goes side by side with the rubbery Sanders, facing in the opposite direction. She sweeps an arm around the blonde's back, while strategically placing her right leg behind Kylie's. The challenger has a grasp on Ky's right wrist and pulls it across her left shoulder...all systems a go...until a desperate Kylie yanks the limb free and delivers a sharp elbow to AJ's temple. Another and another finally break the Hawkeye free from AJ playing the final tune of Sanders' reign. Kylie turns before AJ can manage and she reflexively dips and wraps her arms around Swann's tummy. On instinct built over well more than a decade, she throws her upper body into a bridge, hoping to rip AJ off the deck and send her Over and Done with her long patented finisher.
(OVER AND DONE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=JwEzj_6gZMs )
And AJ Swann is ripped off her feet so quickly that the FAWNatics don't even have time to stop cheering. Their approving roar is only silenced when the head and shoulders are BLASTED into the canvas, the Hardcore Heartbreaker left ass elevated to the rafters. Outside the ring, Riley's hands fly to her golden locks, the Coloradical Kid muttering an inaudible "Nonononononono..." as the official slides into position.
ONE...
TWO...
THREENOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
It's less a kickout and more a convulsion, but the result is the same: Sanders' embrace of the bluenette's midriff is broken, allowing AJ to tumble over into a jellied heap, still alive--if nowhere near close to well.
And again both women remain ground-bound, each driving the other to their limit. Chests heaving,they breathe deeply, gazing blankly toward the ceiling. This time it's Sanders with the advantage. The blonde reaches her feet as Swann is on one knee and Kylie ''helps' her challenger up the rest of the way. Taking AJ by a wrist and shoulder, she bum-rushes Swann toward the ropes and tosses her over no more than a step or two from the towering Filipino beauty. Immediately, the Hawkeye turns to face off with the official, registering a tardy complaint about AJ having never kicked out of her original finisher. While the blonde makes her case, Alexis peels a battered AJ off the cement floor and rocks the bluenette onto her heels with a couple stiff European Uppercuts. She then takes a wrist, aiming the Hardcore Heartbreaker toward the ring step and sending her hurtling toward them with a massive whip.
Still engulfed in quite the fog following her encounter with the Over and Done, AJ offers little resistance as she's launched toward the steel--hell, it's entirely possibly the bluenette isn't aware of where she's being whipped. That is, until the Hardcore Heartbreaker CRASHES into the steps, striking the metal with enough force to send them skidding a few inches across the floor, Swann following suit by melting to the concrete. Alexis can only take one step toward the fallen Heartbreaker, however, when Riley Shayne leaps onto her back. Ridding the penthouse terror piggyback style, Shayne starts to slip an arm around Suguitan's throat, hoping to apply a sleeper.
The feisty flaxen-haired youngster scissors the Filipino's waist as she snakes her arms around the head of the copper-skinned Associate and tightens her noose. Alexis quickly loses interest in the splayed AJ and reaches over her shoulders for any handhold on Riley she can find. But the ducking Shayne makes it difficult and after some long seconds, Alexis' powerful legs give a shimmy. Meanwhile, Kylie slides out and collects Swann, rolling her in under the bottom rope and following behind. Hopping to her feet, she draws a wobbly AJ with her, only to drive a knee deep in Swann's belly. With her foe bent, Kylie starts to reach across AJ's back, wrapping her arms around the bluenette's waist in preparation of her signature Children of the Corn gutwrench driver.
(CHILDREN OF THE CORN DRIVER @ 1:20:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=owFBXxoELhM&feature=channel_page )
Clinging to Alexis like a dog with an exceedingly shapely bone, Riley hardly even notices Kylie collecting her splattered partner. Instead, she jostles Suguitan's noggin side to side as Sanders takes Swann back into the ring. As the champ secures her challenger, the resemblance to AJ's own Swann Song in Kylie's actions does NOT go unnoticed, earning Sanders some louder jeers as the Pleasant Valley Princess hoists the bluenette up... and drops her right back down, AJ's cranium AGAIN spiked into the canvas without mercy. Holding her bridge, Kylie closes her eyes, mouthing along as the ref slaps off the...
ONE...
TWO...
THREEEEENOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Remarkably, AJ bucks free.
An aggravated Kylie plucks what's left of AJ off the deck by her head. She snaps Swann's noggin back with a vicious, whiplashing uppercut before doubling her over with a punt to the nethers. With AJ frozen on her tiptoes, eyes welling, jaw dropped, Kylie scoops an arm between AJ's thighs and 'hups' the Heartbreaker onto her shoulders in a fireman's carry ready to signal the death knell of AJ's plans to be a Heartbreaking FAWN World Champion with the newly christened BadAss Valley Driver.
(BADASS VALLEY DRIVER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=TlTK5q9vQzg )
On the floor, Riley Shayne squeezes her thighs a little tighter around Alexis' midsection, forcing a pained gasp from the Filipino beauty's lips. "You're not interfering again tonight, bytch," the pint-sized blonde whispers into her ear... and it might very well be true, but with the action in the ring, there probably won't be any need for her to interfere, as Kylie shuffles the remnants of her challenger up onto her shoulder. Only before Sanders can demonstrate her new BadAss bona fides, AJ starts firing elbows into the elfin blonde's temple. It takes four before the bluenette can slither off her shoulders, Swann landing on her feet and reaching to grab Kylie's wrist.
Alas, AJ's reprieve appears to be shortlived when Kylie reverses the Irish whip Swann had attempted--but the never-say-die in the Hardcore Heartbreaker emerges once more, AJ diving into a handstand and falling back into the ropes. When her calves hit the cables, the Canadian Cutie rebounds back to her feet--and promptly springs off them, hoping to surprise Sanders with her Beautiful Disaster.
(BEAUTIFUL DISASTER @0:24:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=z0DwBh_eIwY )
Not entirely sure where Swann is going with the handstand spring off the ropes, the FAWN original seems momentarily dumbfounded by AJ's play. And it shows in spades when Swann leaps into a spinning kick that CLACKS off Sanders' forehead. Michelle grows rigid, her hazel eyes crossing as she timbers like a tree to her back, landing with a heavy THUMP. The crowd at once going from depressed to jubilant, claps in unison as on the outside, Alexis seems unable to rid herself of the little blonde bulldog on her back,Suguitan growing rubbery, and on the inside, AJ has a fateful opportunity to take advantage of the classic Swann 'Hail Mary' completion.
Only, it appears that Swann's desperation counter had finally found the bottom of her nearly bottomless pit of reserves. The Pleasant Valley Princess is down for the count, spreadeagled, only a few incoherent murmurs emerging from her lips... but the Hardcore Heartbreaker is ALSO motionless, face down, perhaps not even conscious. "A... J!!! A... J!!!" the FAWNatics begin to chant, and after a few refrains, the sweat-drenched bluenette slowly, weakly starts to drag herself toward Kylie. With one final lunge, Swann collapses, her right arm draped over Sanders' chest.
ONE...
TWO...
THREENOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!
Kylie gets a shoulder up, the crowd GROANING its disappointment. It takes a couple more seconds for the panting, glistening Hardcore Heartbreaker to attempt to rise, hauling Kylie up with a handful of short blonde tresses. For a second time, AJ ducks down, slipping her head underneath Sanders arm as she reaches across the champion's back, attempting to trap Kylie and the FAWNatics to the Swann Song that Sanders had denied them moments ago...
(SWANN SONG:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=2cni03P2RNU )
And they are DENIED again. Like a combination of LeBron James with the Chicago Bulls and Gandalf with the Balrog, Kylie physically will not allow AJ to pass. This time, instead of the point of her elbow, the arm AJ drapes across her shoulders suddenly tightens and Sanders throws herself forward before AJ can lift her leg to swing like a pendulum in the opposite direction, Kylie hoping to drop to one knee with Swann in tow and bring the bluenette's spine crashing down on bended knee before drawing her back up for the caboose of an ole one-two with an inverted bulldog.
“AGGGGGGGGGGGGGGggggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh..." the Hardcore Heartbreaker wails, her cry beginning to fade as she's pulled back to her feet, Kylie's improvised backbreaker having rendered Swann little more than putty in her hands. The Hawkeye then promptly kicks up her feet, laying out and SLAMMING AJ down hard on the back of her skull. Once again, Kylie has managed to silence a crowd that used to roar with each of her successes, Swann left vacant eyed and twitching on the canvas.
Some of the FAWNatics have elected to enjoy the spectacle of the Coloradical Kid driving Alexis Suguitan deeper and deeper into oblivion. The others, comprising the vast majority of the crowd, audibly gasp and cringe when Kylie Sanders takes a knee--AJ Swann brought to a diabolical and debilitating conclusion when her head and neck meet the Hawkeye's posted knee. The Hardcore Heartbreaker tumbles over, landing flat on her ass... and remaining there, the bluenette's legs spread open wide, her upper body slumping ever so slightly forward between those splayed gams, head bowed.
Finally noticing with them, Riley lets Suguitan pool on the cool cement. She hops to her feet while Kylie shoves Swann flat to the canvas. It appears Sanders considers a lazy back-to-belly pin but reconsiders, rolling the seemingly insensate Swann in a tight ball for the...
ONE...
TWO...
... the Kid shouts at her partner to break free...
...in a tight ball, AJ stacked on her shoulders for the...
THREE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
The indominatable AJ Swann has, at last, been rendered dead to the world. The former loyal members of the Corps begin to boo loudly as the bell sounds, the official being presented with Kylie's championship belt as the announcer declares, "Ladies and gentlemen, your winner, via pinfall... and STILL FAWN World Champion... KYYYLLLIIIEEE SAAANNNDDDEEERRRSSS!!!!!"
The Hardcore Heartbreaker might not have played to the script, but the Hawkeye had still managed to repel her challenge. Cursing under her breath, Riley Shayne slides under the bottom rope...
Rising to her knees and allowing the beaten bluenette to pool into a mass of boneless flesh, Kylie accepts her belt... but almost immediately rips her arm away from the referee when he tries to raise it. Setting the strap to the side, Sanders climbs into a straddle of AJ’s stomach. Apparently not satisfied with victory, the Hawkeye beg balls her fist, ready to make Swann regret her impertinence with a few punches to the face.
But as the triumphant blonde draws her right arm back, suddenly her forearm is claimed in a surprisingly tight grasp. Choking back an anguished gasp, Kylie tilts her head to look back over her shoulder, only to witness something she couldn't believe. "You...?" Sanders mutters. "Where's Alexis...?"
"Taking a little nap," the Coloradical Kid replies, pulling the champ off her partner and attempting to whip her toward the ropes. But Kylie Sanders isn't quite running on empty, and she reverses that whip. As the second soon-to-be-decimated Heartbreaker hurtles back toward her, the elfin blonde dips and scoops her up. Only as she does, Riley's legs slip around Kylie's noggin, Shayne hoping to introduce the champ to her whirlybird headscissors.
(WHIRLYBIRD HEADSCISSORS:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=0aBM6CHrZlc )
Shayne's momentum sends Kylie spinning and that only speeds Riley's whirlybird until the Hawkeye can no longer maintain her equilibrium. The champ is sent sprawling, skidding to a stop not far from her demolished challenger. Spitting fire, Sanders staggers to her feet. "This is MY NIGHT. You were in grade school when I first took to this ring and I'll send you back there unless..." a poised Sanders stammers to a stop and points up the aisle.
"NOW!"
Riley appears to consider the reigning World champ's demand for a moment, and then shrugs her shoulders... only instead of departing the ring, the Coloradical Kid charges the Pleasant Valley Princess, driving a WICKED running kneelift into the pit of Kylie's stomach. The elfin blonde doubles over, staggering away from the ropes and back toward the center of the ring. But Shayne has little interest in letting Kylie get away. She sends Sanders racing into the far corner with a mighty whip, one that sends Kylie plopping to a seat an instant after her back strikes the buckles. "YOU KNOW I GOTTA DO IT!!!!" the Coloradical Kid shouts as she retreats to the opposite corner. "THEY'LL NEVER LET ME GO TO ANOTHER BRONCOS GAME IF I DON'T!!!"
But before Shayne can start on her way to bust the champ and bring a smile to everyone in the arena, a copper-skinned hand reaches over the ropes behind her and sinks into Riley's honey blonde locks. A wicked tug turns the Heartbreaker face to face with a ferocious and thoroughly woken Alexis. From the outside, Suguitan climbs, forcing Riley up on the inside of the buckles if she wants to keep her hair. Both women reach the top, the Kid a tick after VB&A's junior partner reaches the same harrowing heights. Transferring her grip to Riley's throat, Shayne's blue eyes bugging, a still seated Kylie, rubbing at the base of her spine from across the ring, screams at Alexis to blast all of the radical right out of Riley with a leaping powerslam from the top buckle.
Bringing her free hand to Shayne's bum, Suguitan lets out a ferocious growl as she THRUSTS the Coloradical Kid toward the rafters. Standing 5'7" in her own right, being perched on the top turnbuckle, Riley is now held with her kicking feet hanging a good eight or nine feet in the air. And even though they know it will do no good, the FAWNatics BEG the Filipino beauty to show mercy. Instead, Alexis jumps into the air. While this might be a top turnbuckle move, it's no display of athletic grace, but instead pure power as the Coloradical Kid is OBLITERATED, slammed into the canvas from a ridiculous height and with even more ludicrous force. For her part, Alexis lands on her feet, and it takes about three leggy strides for her to regain her balance... but she does.
Using the buckles behind her to rise, a relieved Kylie strides to her fellow Associate and gives Alexis a huge hug. Taken aback by the physical display, something Portia would never deliver, Alexis adjusts quickly and responds in kind, sternly calling for a flunky to bring the champ her gold. The mismatched duo break out of their embrace to reverberating boos, Suguitan holding Kylie's right arm high as Sanders raises the big prize with her left and plants a domineering boot on AJ's chest. Alexis does likewise to grind a boot into Riley's crotch, both 'Breakers barely reacting to the show of dominance, Swann managing a squirm or two, Riley out deep freezer cold.
"Be afraid FAWN," Kylie shouts above the din. "Now that I've got my moment and I'm never going to let it end!"
Alexis nods in agreement, flashing her pearlies, looking oddly refreshed after her brief nap.
"NEVER!"