Post by alyadmirer on Jan 14, 2016 0:39:09 GMT
“The following contest is a tag team grudge match, scheduled for one fall, with a twenty minute time limit. Introducing first, at a total combined weight of two-hundred and twenty-six pounds ... Ladies and gentlemen, all the way from Desert Divas, would you please give a warm Orlando welcome to the REIGNING Desert Divas Tag Team champions... Charlotte Dawson... Skylar Mitchell, otherwise known as... AMMMEEERRRIIICCCAAA’S SWWWEEEETTTHHHEEEAAARRRTTTSSS!”
The FAWNatics do just that, turning things up to eleven as Taylor Swift’s ‘Style’ begins to play over the sound system. Still not full-time members of the main roster yet, Charlie and Skye had put in a number of appearances in Orlando, and while neither had yet to claim a 'W’ (save for Charlie’s disqualification victory that had inspired this contest tonight) in this particular ring, their talent and spunk had already won both women a considerable following...
CHARLIE DAWSON:
SKYLAR MITCHELL:
Just a couple of moments later, a stunning, bedimpled young blonde bursts through the curtains. Once the beaming Dawson arrives, however, the crowd remarkably manages to raise the decibel meter further still! And yet... despite the FAWN Arena’s capacity dwarfing the Left Turn by a factor of HUNDREDS to one, somehow their roar didn’t feel QUITE as loud to Dawson. But that doesn’t stop the youngster from bringing her hands up to her ears, covering them as if the roar might be painful--but the smile that remained planted on Charlie’s lips illustrated just how much she’s enjoying the moment. Blushing, the blonde motioned downward with her hands...
But even in Orlando, the capacity crowd would have none of it--especially not with her partner standing behind her, waving her hands UPWARD frantically, beckoning the FAWNatics to keep the love coming. As frenetic as Skylar’s arms are moving, perhaps Charlie spots a bit of a blur out of the corner of her eye, prompting her to spin around...
The kid might be quick, but not quick enough. By the time she’s facing Skye, her fellow youngster’s hands are clasped behind her back, and she looks up toward the lights, whistling in pure innocence.
Charlie shakes her head at her partner before turning and taking off toward the ring. Skylar followed suit almost immediately. The Sweethearts make it a point to slap EVERY single hand offered her way--and ESPECIALLY the younger ones.
Finally, the Darling of the Desert and the Lil’est Mitchell slide under the bottom rope, springing to their feet. The duo unzip their hot pink hoodies, Charlie slipping off hers to reveal a light blue fightin’ two piece that, in spite of its somewhat modest and innocent cut still managed to raise the blood pressure of quite a few spectators. For her part, Skye sports a royal purple lycra bikini top and short shorts, with white pads and boots.
(Old school FAWN fans might note the distinct similarity in Skylar’s togs, and the gear worn by her older sister Cynthia at the beginning of her career...)
Charlotte and Skye hand their belts to the referee before moving to their corner, taking a moment to adjust their pads before stretching, preparing to for the opportunity to set the tag division on its ear. But first came collecting vengeance for an egregious attack, mere weeks ago...
“And their opponents...”
The speakers returned to action, catching both the blonde in the ring and the fans in attendance somewhat by surprise. Entrance music tended to be reserved for those the company saw a future for, meaning that the brass, at least, appeared to believe in the woman about to make her debut. It’s an heavily industrial beat, but one with a decided twinge of pop as Porcelain and the Tramps’ “The Neighbor” pumps over the sound system.
”THE NEIGHBOR:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=jJ-J0JsqBCQ
The announcer resumes his introductions. “Introducing first, hailing from Winter Park, Florida...”
The mention of an Orlando suburb, despite this woman’s earlier actions, warrants her a small, approving pop.
“She stands five feet eight inches tall and weighs in this evening at one hundred and twenty-four pounds, ladies and gentlemen, would you please welcome... ALLLLLLIIISSSOOONNN ADDDIIISSSOOONNN!!!!!”
ALLISON ADDISON:
Immediately, the FAWNatics begin to boo, memories of Addison and her soon-to-be-announced partner beating up on Charlie still fresh in their minds. Still, there are soon some appreciative whistles when a lithe, limber, leggy and utterly bewitched fair skinned redhead pushes past the curtains, some cheers begin to reassert themselves amid the crowd’s response. The rookie sports a teal “one piece" that struggles to meet that designation. The bust area is surprisingly well-covered, denying even a hint of cleavage but perfectly accentuating her assets. The spandex bares her shoulders, but runs up to her neck, forming something of a collar. The garment similarly stretches downward in an arrow, exposing plenty of skin on her left and right flanks, before fanning out toward her hips to hug her hindquarters.
Emblazoned on her rump are three symbols, two of which are fairly obviously recognized as letters of the Greek alphabet. Less obvious to those not versed in fraternity and sorority culture is WHICH letters they are, specifically “Phi” and “Theta.” The third symbol is a straight line with another line posed above it at a 45 degree angle, and between those two lines three squiggly figures--meant to indicate a tapping hand.
“The Neighbour” fades out, only to be replaced less than a second later by Charli XCX’s “Break the Rules”...
”BREAK THE RULES”:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=ABhDiXbUaBE
“And her partner," the announcer resumes, “hailing from Sin City, Las Vegas, Nevada... She stands five feet six inches tall and weighs in tonight at...”
He stops, performing a double-take as he consulted his index cards. Sure enough, he’d read it right. The man clears his throat before continuing...
“... at none of your futhermocking business...”
THAT gets a laugh from the crowd.
“Ladies and gentlemen,” the Announcer concludes, “please welcome... PIIIPPPEEERRR SEEEXXXTTTOOONNN!!!!! And together, they represent THE most ass-kickingest sorority there is: Phi Theta Tappa!”
The FAWNatics welcome her, alright... if by welcome, you mean showering jeers and tossing a few plastic cups in the direction of Allison and the curtains. The boos grow that much louder as seconds ticked by, and the curtain didn’t so much as flutter in the breeze...
PIPER SEXTON:
... but finally, they part. And when they do, a certified drop dead gorgeous young woman strides into the FAWN Arena. Piper Sexton plants herself just in front of the entrance, feet parted and arms folded across her chest. The young blonde sports a baby blue, belly-baring halter with matching bottoms underneath a decidedly immodest black skirt--with the “Phi Theta Tappa” nomenclature emblazoned upon her bosom. White pads and boots--and a nearly perpetual sneer--completed the ensemble.
After a few more moments, Sexton takes a step toward Allison, the sorority sisters exchanging a high five before starting toward the ring, rebuking any fans that tried to reach out and touch her with an upturned nose and an upturned palm. Stopping right where the aisle met ringside, Piper brings her left hand to her face. Pinching her nostrils shut, a disgusted Sexton shouts, “Dear Gawd, did you all bathe in Axe this morning???”
Addison doesn’t so much strut or saunter down the aisle as she does simple dance toward the ring, moving and gyrating in time to her musical accompaniment--but consciously positioned smack dab in the middle of the aisle the whole way, too far for any spectator to reach out and touch her. Reaching ringside, Allison jumps to take a seat on the edge of the apron, her back to the ropes. Climbing to her feet swiftly, the redhead strolls toward the far ringpost, stopping just past midway there. In one fluid motion, Addison swings her left left through the gap between the middle and top rope, hooking the cable with her knee and leaning back to drape herself across the rubber coated steel.
Raising her left hand to grab the top rope, Allison brings her right hand up over her face, waggling a reproachful finger at the jeering, whistling masses. She then adds her right hand to secure her grip on the top rope, and once steadied, the leggy redhead swings her luscious right stem into the air, similarly hooking the uppermost cable against the pit of her knee. Addison’s left leg then joins her right, scissoring the top rope as she swings her back to hover over the floor. She releases her hands from the cable, but just long enough to reposition herself. Claiming the rope again, her left foot settles down inside the ring first, followed by her right, Allison finally arching her back deeeeeep to draw her upper body through the cables.
The rookie takes one step away from the ropes before striking a pose: right foot positioned a little in front of her left, her back remaining slightly arched to put her bosom and bust on full display, her left hand resting against her hip as her right hand flies upward, coming to a stop just above the crown of her skull, elbow cocked, palm open. A few more cheers work their way into the mix, but the majority of the FAWNatics continue to boo as Piper strides toward the ring with a pointed swish of her hips. Climbing onto the apron, the blonde slipped through the ropes and hopped to a seat atop the nearest turnbuckle, crossing her legs and again folding her arms across her chest.
The referee checks Charlie and Skylar for foreign objects, and to the surprise of absolutely no one, finds none. Knowing the easy part was done, he then turns and moves toward the opposite corner, aiming to do the same with the others, but Sexton refuses to leave her perch. It takes a few seconds of pleading, but eventually Piper slips down for inspection. After he finds nothing on her person, the blonde vacates the corner as his attention moves toward Allison.
The redhead swivels to face her corner, leaning forward and resting her crossed forearms atop the top turnbuckle--a motion that leaves Addison’s delightful backside delightfully on display. The ref moves in to frisk, Allison playfully swishing her hips as he does, earning a brief admonishment from the zebra--and a few more whistles of approval from the FAWNatics.
Inspections complete, the redhead slips into the Phi Theta Tappa corner, while Skylar vacates the ring for the Sweethearts, leaving Charlie and Piper--two bitter rivals from the desert--in the ring to start the bout. The bell sounds, and Dawson and Sexton venture out into the ring, circling one another, each blonde eyeing her opposite number for an opening...
... except, as soon as her circuitous path brings her back into the vicinity of the sorority corner, Piper wheels and slaps the extended hand of Allison Addison, the crowd reacting to the Sin City Siren’s perceived cowardice with boos.
Sexton just rolls her eyes as Addison enters the ring, but the redhead refuses to leave her corner. “I’ve already showed these mouth-breathers how badly I can kick YOUR ass,” Allison sneers, then points over Charlie’s shoulder, at Skylar. “I want HER! Let’s see how tough she is without a chair.”
Charlie glances over her shoulder to Skye, the bubbly Li’lest Mitchell appearing MORE than eager to enter the ring. Dawson then looks to the crowd. “WANNA SEE SKYE TEACH THIS SKANK A WRESTLING LESSON?” she asks...
... and it seems the FAWNatics most assuredly do.
Nodding, Charlie spins toward her corner and tags out, bringing Skylar into the ring for the first time tonight. “Don’t need a chair to teach you some manners, babe,” Mitchell cooes as she slides through the ropes, the duo beginning to circle...
... and as Mitchell starts to step into a lock-up, Addison wheels and lunges into her corner, slapping Piper’s hand.
The boos get louder as Allison drops to the mat and rolls under the bottom rope. Landing on her feet on the floor, the redheaded sorority sister shakes out her right leg, hissing as she mutters something about a cramp. Addison then begins to do some stretches on the floor, though they appear more designed to enflame the passions of the spectators than to loosen up Allison’s muscles. Meanwhile, in the ring, Skye and Piper begin to circle, the blonde moving in...
... and SKYLAR pivots to her corner, tagging the outstretched hand of Charlie Dawson!
The Darling of the Desert Southwest bursts through the ropes, and finally, neither blonde shows any hesitation toward getting this fight started. The two surge toward one another, Sexton squawking when Charlie sends her crashing to the mat with a crisp armdrag. The Varsity Mean Girl scrambles back to her feet quickly, but is just as quickly taken off them by a second armdrag. And a THIRD armdrag to Piper sends the Sin City blonde skidding back into the sorority corner. “WHOOOAAAA!!!!” Sexton wails, emphatically flashing a “T” sign with her hands as she reclines against the buckles, clearly wanting a breather. Dawson is loathe to give it to her, but with Allison standing just on the other side of the ropes, she holds back.
“You want a breather?” the official asks. “You can tag out. Otherwise, get off your ass and get out of that corner!”
Sexton looks up at him in wide-eyed offense. “You get my ass off your mind!” she snaps, then reaches her hand up, Addison making the tag. Returning to the ring, the redhead locks up with Charlie... and before long, she backs Dawson into the ropes, forcing the ref to call for a break. Allison complies surprising quickly... but she then fires an open hand chop to Charlie’s chest, forcing the smaller blonde to utter a small howl of pain. Addison adds a second chop before snatching Dawson’s wrist and launching her toward the opposite ropes with an Irish whip. Allison moves to meet her foe at the center of the ring, but Charlie surprises her by DIVING into her, landing with her back against Addison’s chest. Flipping over the sorority sister’s shoulder, Dawson swings down through the redhead’s parted stems, taking Allison’s shoulders flat to the mat with a Manami Roll!
MANAMI ROLL @9:19:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=eEmZIbDzFOg
ONE...
TWO...
THNOOOOO!!!!!
Allison kicks out.
Both women scramble back to their feet, but Charlie puts her right back down with a beautiful dropkick. It’s another race back to verticality, Dawson winning by a wider margin this time--which allows the blonde to charge toward her prey, leap into the air, wrap an arm around Addison’s neck and DRIVE her skull into the canvas with a jumping DDT.
JUMPING DDT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=SSfRQxaHXbU
Unsurprisingly, only Charlie springs back to her feet this time, the Darling of the Desert Southwest skipping to the Sweetheart’s corner and tagging in Skylar. Turning back to the mewling Allison, Dawson yanks the redhead up with a handful of hair, then puts her flat on her ass with a hairmare. Then, in near perfect unison, Charlie and Skye sprint into the ropes behind the Meanest Mean Girl, rebounding off the cables and diving over Addison’s shoulders--Mitchell sailing over her right and Dawson her left. Both Sweetheart’s grab a handful of hair, SLAMMING Allison’s face into the mat with a double diving neck snap.
The ref now orders Charlie out, the young blonde agreeing with two raised hands and a smile. Meanwhile, Skylar pulls a groaning Allison up onto rubbery legs, and attempts to send her sprinting into the far corner with an Irish whip. Alas, Addison proves a bit more resilient than the Li’lest Mitchell had anticipated, allowing her to reverse the whip. Intent on not giving Skye much time to react, the Meanest Mean Girl begins to sprint in after her opponent...
... only Skye latches onto the top rope with both hands, one on either side of the turnbuckle. Kicking her legs into the air behind her, Mitchell catches a startled Allison’s noggin between her calves, the redhead too surprised to react before Skylar uses her leg strength to pull Addison down, dropping her to her knees as her face is SLAMMED into the middle turnbuckle. Hanging from the top rope, her shins pressed into the redhead’s back, the Li’lest Mitchell keeps her weight bearing down on the redhead, until the official begins a count...
TAR HEEL SMASH @0:59:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=3vnKcZNWbp0
As Skye tumbles away, Addison rolls over, sagging back against the buckles with the back of her head resting against the middle one. And while it might be early in the contest, that’s all the invitation the Li’lest Mitchell needs. Climbing to her feet, Skylar saunters into the gap between Allison’s splayed stems, swivels around, and thrusts her rump back into the redhead’s startled mug, forcing the sorority sister to Kiss Her Grits! As Addison’s hands slap and push at Skye’s hips and thighs, an indignant Piper screams from her corner, demanding that the official force a break.
Skylar relents just past the count of three, stooping down to grab the ankles of the Meanest Mean Girl. Dragging her away from the corner, the Li’lest Mitchell vaults over her prone form, maintaining a grip on her gams as her feet land on either side of Allison’s lolling noggin. The jackknife pin secured, the referee slides into position, checks the redhead’s shoulders, and slaps off the...
ONE...
TWO...
THNOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!
A diving Piper Sexton lands a diving double axehandle to Skylar abdomen, forcing the youngster to break the pin. Now, a massive convulsion from Addison as Mitchell spills away suggests that the Meanest Mean Girl might have managed a kickout on her own without the assist, but her partner had not been prepared to take the chance, and see her first official FAWN match end in an ‘L’.
Shaking off the shot to her tensed abdominals, the Li’lest Mitchell climbs to her feet, yanking Allison up as well by way of a handful of hair. After backing the redhead up with a pair of stiff forearms, Skye sends Addison racing into the near neutral corner with a mighty whip, one that almost doesn’t afford the sorority sister a chance to turn her back into the collision. While she does succeed on that score, the force of the impact sends Allison staggering back toward the center of the ring as Mitchell races into the ropes of the redhead’s left shoulder, intending to catch Addison’s head and deliver a forceful bulldog...
... but as the cables are about to propel Skye toward her foe, Sexton slips down the apron, reaching out and juuuust managing to snatch a handful of Mitchell’s locks. It’s enough to bring an abrupt end to the squealing Skylar’s jaunt, the youngest member of the Mitchell clan turning to glare angrily at the Sin City Siren. “Hey, we can go anytime you waaaAAAAGGGGGHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!”
Sexton’s interjection had allowing Allison just enough time to recover and slip in behind the Li’lest Mitchell. Reaching around the auburn haired cutie, Addison’s fingers find a pair of handholds in the form of Skylar’s boobs, the wide-eyed Sweetheart have just enough time squeak out a protest before Allison bridges back, using her Push Up Plex to send Mitchell’s head and shoulders CRASHING into the canvas.
PUSH UP PLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=-dmPRYzf1pc
Only bother to rise as far as her knees, Addison crawls into her corner, tagging out to Piper. Only instead of entering the ring, Sexton shuffles down the apron, lining herself up with the laid out Li’lest Mitchell. Taking a two-fisted grip on the top rope, the Varsity Mean Girl rocks back, then launches herself over the cable, her back slamming down across Skye’s chest with her slingshot somersault senton.
SLINGSHOT SOMERSAULT SENTON:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=lmOWN2BKibU
Rising to her feet, the Sin City Siren glances down, and notes Skylar’s fanned out mane with a smile. Sauntering to the Sweetheart’s noggin, Piper makes it a point to place one foot atop Mitchell’s tresses before she stoops down, claiming and pulling up on her opponent’s wrists. Skye’s ascent is brought to an abrupt and painful halt by Sexton’s “none of your futhermocking business” weight on her locks, the Li’lest Mitchell shrieking as her boots patter at the canvas. “Get off the hair, Sexton,” the official scolds her, but finds himself ignored... at least until the count of four.
Skye starts to sit up once she is freed, but Piper turns her attention back to Mitchell’s tresses, yanking the apple cheeked cutie up only to deposit her to her tush with a hairmare. Rather than release Mitchell’s locks, Sexton jerks her up a second time, only to execute ANOTHER hairmare. After this one, the blonde sorority sister relinquishes ONE of her handholds, but she uses the other to lead a crawling Skylar over to the ropes. Thrusting the Li’lest Mitchell’s throat down onto the middle cable. Piper then drapes her shin against the back of Skylar’s neck, leaning into the ropes as she throttles a little more fight out of the gagging Sweetheart.
“Come on, ref,” Charlie pleads from her corner. “Get in there!”
He does, which he would have done anyway. And it’s another four count before Piper relents. Snatching one more handful of auburn locks, Sexton guides the crawling Skylar into the Phi Theta Tappa corner, then jerks the red faced, gasping youngster up to unsteady legs. Allison throws up her hands in a preemptive display of innocence while Sexton spins Mitchell so that her back is to the buckles. The Sin City Siren then turns her attention to Skye’s stems, threading first the right and then the left over the middle rope, leaving the Li’lest Mitchell wide open and helpless...
... only instead of going on the attack, Piper wheels and gets into the face of the official, demanding answers of why he was always counting on her. As he defends himself, Allison Addison loops the tag rope over Skye’s head, drawing it tight across her throat, Mitchell’s round eyes growing rounder as she reaches up to claw at the strangling cable. Across the ring, Charlie’s had enough, and she bursts through the ropes, but Sexton stops arguing long enough to point out the intrusion. She spares a cheery wave to Dawson as the official intercepts her, then turns to the gagging Skylar. And with one sorority sister choking the holy hell out of her, the other launches a swift kick that catches the Sweetheart square between the legs.
Thanks to the strangling tag chord, there’s no cry of anguish from the Li’lest Mitchell... not event after Allison pulls the rope away. Piper then steps in, reaching her hands to Skylar’s shoulders as she hops into the air. Sexton tucks her knees up to Skye’s bosom, then throws her weight into full reverse, YANKING Skylar out of the corner with an inverted lungblower. Climbing to her feet, Piper casts a quick glance over her shoulder, spotting the referee managing to get Charlie back into her corner. As soon as the ref turns back toward the action, Sexton extends her hand, and Addison readily slaps it for the tag.
Looking considerably fresher than the last time she was inside the ropes, Allison sashays around in front of a crawling Skylar, bending down to snatch some hair and pull Mitchell to her feet. She doesn’t stay there long, though--not when Addison jumps up, opening her exquisite stems into a wide ‘V’ as she uses a vicious sitout facebuster to SMASH the Li’lest Mitchell’s mug into the mat. With Skye spasming between her legs, the redhead keeps her hands in the Sweetheart’s mane, and increases the auburn haired cutie’s thrashing by pressing down and scrubbing the canvas with Skylar’s face.
“Let her up, Allie,” the referee orders, then starts another count--which, just as practically all the others he had employed against Phi Theta Tappa, reaches four before Addison pulls her hands away. Rising from the mat, the redheaded sorority sisters hairhauls Skylar up, dragging her toward one neutral corner before launching the Li’lest Mitchell with an emphatic whip. Skye only just manages to turn into the collision, her arms spilling over the top rope--which is the only thing that keeps the Sweetheart from sinking to her ass. Addison then springs a sweet tumbling run toward Mitchell--perhaps not quite in the Daly, Manning or London class, but not far below. Coming out of her last flip, Allison swivels to face her opponent...
... and delivers a thoroughly disrespectful, open handed slap to Skylar’s left cheek.
The blast sends a shimmy through Skylar’s legs, which proves enough to dislodge her limp arms from over the top rope--which, in turn, allows the Li’lest Mitchell to plop to a seat in the corner. Moaning softly, the auburn haired youngster slumps to her left, working her way to her hands and knees and crawling away from the corner... no doubt blissfully unaware that she was heading toward PIPER’S corner.
Even so, Allison doesn’t let her finish the journey, pushing her down onto her rump with her back against the ropes. Threading Skye’s arms over the middle cable, the redhead smoothly pulls the bottom rope up and over the middle, sandwiching Mitchell’s biceps between the two strands of rubber coated steel before she cups the Sweetheart’s chin and raises her noggin. “Bet you thought you were cute earlier,” Addison snarls, her eyes possessing a menacing twinkle. “But let me show you what a TRULY fine ass looks like.” With no further preamble, the Meanest Mean Girl turns away and thrusts her hips back, griiiiiinding her tush into Skylar’s face.
“ALLISON,” the ref snaps. “You KNOW you can’t tie her up in the ropes like that!”
“Really?” Addison grins. “Looks pretty secure to me.”
For the umpteenth time tonight, the official starts a count--which again lasts to the seemingly magical number of four before the redhead steps away from Skylar, and angrily toward the zebra. “You know what I’d like to know?” Allison asks. “Where the hell were your counts when those two skanks were double-teaming ME earlier?”
While he struggles for an answer, Piper hops down from the apron, approaching the bound Mitchell from the floor. Settling in behind the defenseless Sweetheart, Sexton reaches around and begins to savagely CLAW at Skylar’s eyes. The Li’lest Mitchell’s legs begin to kick wildly, SCREAMING in torment. Alas, for America’s Sweethearts, the irony is that Piper’s tactics produce a louder cry of alarm from the FAWNatics, the fans attempting to alert the referee to the treachery--but their shouts help to overwhelm Skye’s wails. Again, Charlie tries to intercede on her partner’s behalf--but once more, her efforts are pointed out by a sorority sister, and are brought to a premature end by the referee.
Piper RIPS her hands away from Skye’s peepers, and Allison unbinds the auburn haired Sweetheart. Despite her inability to see, the Li’lest Mitchell gamely pushes up to all fours and starts to crawl toward... well, nowhere, in actuality. Even so, she only manages a foot or so before Addison pulls Skylar up. With her opponent’s back to her, Allison reaches an arm across Skye’s throat, locking the youngster’s head underneath her arm before Addison’s free hand reaches for Mitchell’s waistband. With a smirk, the redhead gives the elastic a sudden, sharp upward tug, Skylar whimpering and rising onto her tiptoes as the fabric of her bottoms threatens to invade her sanctum. Allison then swiftly drops backward, SPIKING Skye’s skull with her Not So Fresh DDT.
Without a care in the world, Addison drapes herself across Mitchell’s chest, patiently waiting for the referee to get Charlie out of the ring. Once that’s taken care of, he turns and, spotting the pinning predicament, dives into position.
ONE...
TWO...
THRNOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!
Skylar gets a shoulder up.
Unconcerned by Mitchell’s defiance, Allison saunters to her corner and tags Piper. The blonde sorority sister enters the ring and makes her way to the writhing, mewling Li’lest Mitchell. Again, Sexton sets her feet atop Skye’s fanned out mane and starts pulling up on her wrists. This, none too shockingly, earns the Sin City Siren another count toward disqualification. This time, at the count of three, Piper lifts her right foot, setting it atop Mitchell’s bosom before thrusting downward with her Uggo Stomp.
UGGO STOMP @0:45:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=f_qo9QP0LFI
The force of the stomp actually launches Skylar up to a seated position, her arms folding up across her throbbing chest... which actually works well with what Piper had in mind next. Sexton stepped first over Mitchell’s left shoulder, and then her right, the back of Skye’s head nuzzled in tight against the blonde’s crotch. Leaning forward, Piper then folds the Li’lest Mitchell’s left leg over her right, then grabs her right ankle, pulling up on her outstretched leg. The result is Skylar’s gams being held in a figure four shape, her left calf effectively held in a vice formed by her own right leg and Sexton’s knees--a hold she referred to as her Sin City Stretch.
There’s nowhere for the auburn haired Sweetheart to go, but that doesn’t mean that Skye is ready to throw in the towel. Her arms thrash and flail, but she does NOT signal a surrender. So, after several seconds of Skylar’s stubborn refusal to accept the inevitable, Piper tosses her right leg away and strolls toward her corner, tagging out to Allison.
Reaching her prey, the Meanest Mean Girl pulls the Li’lest Mitchell up, snaking her left arm around Skye’s throat. Capturing her left hand in the crook of her right elbow, Addison locks the sleeperhold in tight. Instinct kicks in immediately, as both of Mitchell’s arms stretch out in front of her, her hands seeking out the ropes... but finding nothing. Allison, meanwhile, spins her foe away from the near ropes, until she’s facing back inside the confines of the cables. Moving her lips oh so close to Skye’s ear, the redhead whispers, “I’m feeling generous. If you admit, right here and now, that neither you nor Charlie are worthy to lace up my boots, I’ll just knock you out. We’ll let you leave here with your dignity.”
Skylar mumbles something, but neither Addison nor the referee can make sense of it.
“Come on,” Allison purrs wickedly, “only people who are gonna hear you are me and the ref. I’ll even let him go throw the whole raise your arm thing, just for show. What do you say?”
Again, Mitchell manages to murmur a few syllables, but they prove just as nonsensical as the last set.
“Good,” the redhead grins. “Cause here’s a secret: I was lying.” Allison then clamps her teeth down on Skylar’s lobe, the auburn haired youngster yelping as her legs buckled. And a few moments later, the Li’lest Mitchell begins to melt back into her opponent. “Might want to check her,” Addison tells the official. “I think she’s maybe about 5 seconds away from drooling...”
With a slight nod, the ref takes Skye’s left wrist, raising her arm...
It falls ONCE...
It falls TWICE...
It falls THREE TIMNOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Halfway down, the Li’lest Mitchell’s fingers ball into a fist, her arm’s descent coming to a shuddering halt. Allison shifts her weight forward, trying to force the youngster to her knees, but Skye’s gams show her sudden resolve as well. Her fist still balled tight, Skylar fires one elbow back into the pit of Addison stomach, followed by a second. And a third breaks the noose from around her neck, only as the Sweetheart starts to take a step away from Allison, a hand grabs her by the hair...
... and SKYLAR LAUNCHES A MULE KICK TO ADDISON’S LOWER ABDOMEN!!!
Her heel lands just below the redhead’s navel, staggering Allison back and doubling her over. Skye pivots toward her foe, launching a sweeping kick that catches the Meanest Mean Girl flush in the temple! Addison swivels away from the impact, offering up her back to the Li’lest Mitchell. Skylar then vaults into the skies, landing astride the sorority sister’s shoulders. Clamping her thighs tight around Allison’s skull, the auburn haired cutie throws her weight into full reverse, RIPPING the redhead off her feet and DRILLING the crown of her foe’s skull into the canvas with a poisoned frankensteiner!
POISONED FRANKENSTEINER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=KPEdCSqowek
Addison tumbles over to a seat, slumping forward for just a moment before falling the opposite direction, winding up flat in her back in a jellied spreadeagle. If Skylar had been able to cover her, she might very well have been able to score the three count--but the Sweetheart spills over in the opposite direction, left in a face down, spasming sprawl--her resolves seemingly all but exhausted. In the Sweethearts’ corner, Charlie immediately hops up onto the bottom rope, leaning over the top cable and into the ring. “COME ON, SKYE!” she shouts, beckoning the youngster to rise with a wave of her hand.
The Li’lest Mitchell starts to answer the call, pushing up onto her hands and knees... until all four limbs shudder and give way, sending the youngster crashing back to her stomach. Allison, meanwhile, sits up drunkenly before dropping to all fours herself. Her hands and knees, distressing, prove up to the task of supporting her weight... but the redhead is, at least momentarily, facing in the wrong direction. As she gets herself turned around, Skylar tries to rise... and this time, she manages to remain on all fours.
Both women scamper toward their corners, Addison’s longer arms and legs and fresher state giving the redhead the advantage she needs to make the tag first. Piper slips through the ropes, the starts a beeline toward the Sweetheart’s corner, possessing every intention of clubbing Dawson off the apron with a running forearm...
... but she pulls up short when Mitchell manages to dive and MAKE THE TAG!!!!
As the Darling of the Desert Southwest surges through the ropes, Sexton takes off again, catching the other blonde with a forearm to the chest. But Charlie answers in kind, then lands a second, and a third, each blow backing the Sin City Siren up a little further into the ropes. Grabbing a wrist, Dawson sets her feet and attempts to administer an Irish whip, but Sexton has an answer, reversing it.
However, just when Piper thinks she has all the answers, Charlie changes the questions.
As she rebounds off the cables, Dawson leaps toward her foe, scissoring her legs around the other blonde’s waist as she faces the canvas. Charlie then throws herself through Sexton’s stems, taking her fellow desert southwest import down with a Casadora Victory Roll and getting the...
CASADORA VICTORY ROLL:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Y7QSgqm9Ge8
ONE...
TWO...
THRENOOOOOO!!!!!!
Sexton kicks out.
Both women race back to their feet, Charlie arriving first and landing a boot to Piper’s midsection. As the Sin City Siren slumps forward, Dawson races into the near ropes. Shooting off the cables, the Darling of the Desert Southwest captures Sexton’s noggin, executing a beautiful swinging neckbreaker.
SWINGING NECKBREAKER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=kbAF-gzgIBY
Dawson kips up, and waits for Piper to start to rise before she charges toward the ropes. Shooting off the cables, the beloved blonde races toward her rival and, just as she had done moments before, leaps toward her. Wrapping her legs around Sexton’s midsection, Charlie’s hands fall to the mat. But this time, the Darling of the Desert Southwest pushes upward, her legs flying away from Piper and out in front of her as she reaches over her shoulder. Grabbing her longtime rival by the back of the head, Dawson pulls Sexton’s jaw into position, dropping to her butt and introducing the Sin City Siren to the Land of Enchantment.
LAND OF ENCHANTMENT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=3WedGKdYh_Q
Charlie rolls over on her hip, draping herself across Piper’s chest and hooking a leg...
ONE...
TWO...
THRENOOOOO!!!!!!!!
Allison delivers a stomp to Dawson’s back, forcing one blonde from atop the other and breaking the count, with barely a second to spare...
... only no sooner had she made the save does Addison find an arm wrapping around her head, Skylar Mitchell dragging the Meanest Mean Girl toward the ropes. Flying to the middle cable, the Li’lest Mitchell propels herself backward, SLAMMING the redhead’s face into the mat with a beautiful springboard bulldog.
SPRINGBOARD BULLDOG:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=IqWPGaB2ax0
Allison tries to roll to safety, tumbling under the bottom rope and landing on her feet on the floor. But Skye has little intention in allowing her to escape. Sprinting into the far ropes, the Li’les Mitchell darts across the ring, sliding under the bottom rope and capturing Addison’s noggin between her calves. She then sends the Meanest Mean Girl crashing to her rump by way of her baseball slide headscissors.
BASEBALL SLIDE HEADSCISSORS:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=0U974k9BH1Q
Meanwhile, Dawson rolls out to the apron, climbing to her feet and scaling the ropes. Settling into a perch on the top turnbuckle, Charlie waves both her hands upward, IMPLORING Piper to rise. It takes a few seconds, but the Sin City Siren eventually obliges her, rising onto trembling legs with her back to the bedimpled blonde’s corner. And at the first sign of a turn from Sexton, Dawson launches to the heavens, ready to beat her longtime rival on the biggest stage they’d ever faced off on, once she hit her Charlie Cutter.
CHARLIE CUTTER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=P53Lflg9OC0
But as well as these two women knew one another, even in her current daze, Piper had a pretty good idea of what was coming. And on perhaps nothing more than instinct, her hands lash out, looking to claim the first solid object they could find to pull herself out of the way. What they find turns out to be the referee’s shoulders, and her sudden yank pulls the zebra into Dawson’s flightpath. There’s no time for Charlie to stop her hands from claiming the referee’s hair or pulling his head over her shoulder, her finisher putting the official squarely on Dream Street--much to Dawson’s sheer horror.
Rising to her knees, Charlie is too stunned to do little more than look down at the referee’s twitching frame. She barely reacts as Piper stoops down behind her, wrapping her arms around Dawson’s waist and pulling the blonde to her feet. In the next instant, Sexton hoists Charlie off her feet, dropping the blonde Sweetheart’s legs across the top rope. The Sin City Siren uses the slingshot effect to swivel around and drop Charlie harshly onto her ass with a seated slam.
SLINGSHOT SEATED SLAM:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=5SLReVfCPuE
Piper again tugs Dawson back to verticality, nudging her head underneath Charlie’s right arm. Then, dipping to thread her right arm through the bedimpled blonde’s thighs, Sexton reaches her left hand over Charlie’s left shoulder. Securing her hands together, the Sin City Siren pops her hips and muscles her nemesis off her feet. Like Sexton with the Charlie Cutter, Dawson was all too familiar with Piper’s You Can’t Sit With Us! But, unlike the sorority sister, on this occasion the Darling of the Desert Southwest doesn’t have an answer before her head and shoulders are DRIVEN into the mat...
YOU CAN’T SIT WITH US! @0:07
www.youtube.com/watch?v=m1zSz5KtVJc
Fortunately for Charlie, however, she wasn’t alone, and Skylar Mitchell lands a diving double axehandle to the belly of the bridging blonde. The Li’lest Mitchell doesn’t bother pulling Piper up, nor does she wait for the blonde to get to her feet. Instead, she charges into the ropes, leaping as she returns to the Sin City Siren. Rotating around her opponent in a near blinding display of agility, Skye wraps an arm around Sexton’s neck before PLANTING the sorority sister with a satellite DDT.
SATELLITE DDT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=qisFqmpLTWU
Kipping to her feet, Mitchell settles into an expectant crouch, stomping her right boot against the canvas. As she does, the FAWNatics begin to clap along in time, the fans rising in anticipation as Piper herself struggles to do the same, though blissfully unaware in her case. Regaining her feet, Sexton drunkenly turns...
... and EATS Skylar’s Greetings from Charlotte superkick, the auburn haired cutie sole catching her flush underneath the jaw! Piper’s eyes roll back as she pirouettes away, her left leg kicking out behind her before she takes a header to the mat. Skye immediately falls to her knees, shoveling the senseless Sexton to her back before hooking a leg, the FAWNatics shouting a count of...
“ONE!
TWO!
THREE!!!
FOUR!!!!
FIVE!!!!!”
The absence of a bell causes Skye to look up, and her eyes instantly lock on the sprawled form of the downed referee, just a few feet away. Tossing Sexton’s gam away, the Li’lest Mitchell kneewalks to the official as quickly as she can manage, hopeful she can wake him up...
... and failing to notice the blur darting down the aisle.
To be fair, most of the FAWNatics didn’t notice anything, either. That is, until a chair slid under the bottom rope. Just behind the chair is a woman, at least judging by the smooth, exquisite stems that are left bared and the briefest glimpse of zebra print bikini bottoms. Everything above the waist is obscured by a black hoodie--one bearing the emblem of the Phi Theta Tappa sorority. Reclaiming the chair, the new arrival advances on an unsuspecting Skylar, and lands a THUNDEROUS blast of silver steel to Skye’s spine!
Tossing the chair aside, the intruder claims a handful of Mitchell’s locks, tugging the apple cheeked Sweetheart to her feet. Pulling her over to the discarded weapon, she shoves Skye’s head between her thighs, then gathers up and underhooks both of Skylar’s arms. She barely lifts the Li’lest Mitchell into the air before falling to her knees, DRIVING Skye’s head savagely into the folded up chair!
HELL NIGHT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=F2MUUYRPAIM
Mitchell attempts to melt out of the matchbook the brutal attack leaves her in, but the descent of her hindquarters is halted by the chest of her kneeling attacker, who waits a couple of seconds before bringing her left hand up to her hood. She pulls it away...
... to reveal the face of one Cassidy Woolridge.
CASSIDY WOOLRIDGE:
Meanwhile, Allison Addison rolls back under the bottom rope. “You took your time,” the redhead mutters, breathing heavy, but the faintest hint of a grin on her lips.
“What?” Cassidy replied. “I had every faith in my Little!”
As Addison crawls to her partner, Woolridge spares a moment to send Charlie Dawson crashing back to her stomach with a chairshot to the lower back before tossing the instrument of destruction out of the ring. She then moves to rouse the ref, while Allison gives Piper a helping hand up to her feet. And as Woolridge works on restoring the senses of the official, her new sorority sisters decide which Sweetheart they want to play with.
It doesn’t take long for Sexton to settle on her nemesis, yanking Charlie up by a handful of hair. Holding the bedimpled blonde out in front of her, the Sin City Siren hisses, “Got something new for you, bytch.” She then presses her the crown of her skull against Dawson’s back, just below her shoulderblades. Gathering up Charlie’s arms, it takes a slight shuffle to reverse their positioning, placing the back of DAWSON’S head against Piper’s back. Lifting up on Charlie’s left arm, Sexton then unleashes her new Lavaliere, the Darling of the Desert Southwest rotating through the air TWICE, it appeared to the naked eye, before her face was BLASTING into the sparsely padded plywood surface of the ring.
LAVALIERE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=83sowVpQz9g
That leaves Skylar to Addison, but she hardly seems to mind. Pulling the practically out of it Tar Heel up to her feet, the redhead stuffs Skye’s head under her left arm before claiming a handful of bottoms. She then tries to muscle Mitchell’s shins up onto the top rope, but with her foe little more than deadweight following two brutal chairshots, her first attempt comes up short. “Might wanna think about laying off the cupcakes, sweetcheeks,” Allison grins before trying again, and this time managing the task. Keeping her grip on Skylar’s waistband, the redhead continues to pull up on the elastic, forcing more and more of Mitchell’s bottoms to disappear between her cheeks. Some of the more blackhearted FAWNatics applaud this development, even if Skye’s own response is little more than a soft mewl. And once she bared enough of Skylar’s backside to her satisfaction, Addison falls backward, PLANTING her foe’s skull into the canvas when she Punks the Perp.
PUNK THE PERP:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=9l-WpI8PtH8
Finally succeeding in bringing the official back to some semblance of coherence, Cassidy rolls out of the ring. Meanwhile, Addison and Sexton leisurely recline across their respective Sweetheart, neither bothering to hook a leg--but both slipping an arm under their foe’s neck. The groaning ref crawls over and, seeing two sets of shoulders down, starts to count with both hands...
ONE...
TWO...
THRENOOOOO!!!!!!!!!
The sorority sisters BOTH sit up, pulling Charlie and Skye with them.
The FAWNatics UNLOAD with boos and jeers, but neither blonde nor redhead seem in the least bit bothered. “Allison?” the Sin City Siren asks her partner.
“Yes, Piper?”
“Didn’t we make a promise to these two a few weeks ago?”
“Something about making them beg for mercy?” Addison asks in response.
“That’s the one,” Piper replies.
“I do believe you’re right.”
Both sorority sisters pick themselves up off the mat. Sexton moves to Charlie’s feet, lifting them off the deck and placing them under her arms, her back to the insensate blonde. The Sin City Siren then sweeps a leg over her back, pivoting and rolling the Darling of the Desert Southwest over to her stomach. Leaning forward, Piper gathers up Charlie’s wrists, but instead of pulling her nemesis up and into a rocking horse crab, Sexton drops to her tush, a tug on Dawson’s wrists lifting the youngster up to her knees. Piper then brings her legs up, crossing her ankles above the gap between Charlie’s shoulderblades. With Dawson’s arms controlled by Sexton’s grasp of he wrists and scissored by the other blonde’s gams, and her feet trapped in the crooks of Piper’s elbows, she is trapped in the surfboard lotus lock the she called Paying the Piper.
For her part, Allison pulls Skylar up to a seated position, keeping one hand on the apple cheeked cutie’s shoulder to steady her prey as she moved to settle into the gap between Mitchell’s splayed stems. The redhead clamps a standing headscissors on the Li’lest Mitchell, then bends down, slipping her fingers inside the legholes of Skye’s bottoms. Then, abruptly, the Meanest Mean Girl lives up to her name by straightening up to her height, delivering the vilest of vile wedgies to Skylar in the process!
The electric jolt of agony propels Skye back to consciousness, Mitchell unleashing a pitiful, high pitched squeal. And it only takes seconds for Addison’s Risin’ Dirty to leave the Li’lest Mitchell praying that her bottoms would tear in half, but they refuse her that mercy. Seated as she is, the auburn haired Sweetheart doesn’t have nearly the leverage to transform her foe’s headscissors into a backdrop, and her legs don’t possess the strength to push her up to her knees. Tearfully, she begins to slap at Allison’s thigh...
... but as the still-dazed referee starts to motion toward the timekeeper’s table, the redhead stops him by clearing her throat. “Hate to break it to you, babe,” the Meanest Mean Girl cooes, “but Piper and your partner are the legal women here, not us. Your tapping doesn’t mean sh!t. You want me to let you go? Beg me.”
“Go to heeEEEAAGGGGGGHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!” Skylar wails, her protest cut off by another pull on her bottoms.
A few feet away, Charlie’s options are equally limited. More so, actually, as her hands have precious little mobility to find a surface on which to tap. After Paying the Piper for close to 30 seconds, the bedimpled blonde finally whimpers, “Pleeeeaaasssee... staaahhhhppp... I... I giiiivvvveee...”
A moment later, Mitchell howls, “AGGGGGGGGHHHHHH!!!!!!! NUUUUUHHHHOOOOOHHHH.... NOOOOOOOOOOO MOOOOOOOOOORRRREEEE!!!!!!!”
The ref takes that as he cue, and he signals for the bell. “Ladies and gentlemen,” the announcer informs a thoroughly disgusted audience while Cassidy Woolridge re-enters the ring, “your winners, via submission... PHHHIII THHHEEETTTAAA TAAAPPPPPPAAA!!!!!”
Addison and Sexton break their separate tortures, each woman accepting a hand up from their surprise benefactor. And it is Woolridge who raises their hands in victory, before the three beauties fall into a group embrace.
The FAWNatics do just that, turning things up to eleven as Taylor Swift’s ‘Style’ begins to play over the sound system. Still not full-time members of the main roster yet, Charlie and Skye had put in a number of appearances in Orlando, and while neither had yet to claim a 'W’ (save for Charlie’s disqualification victory that had inspired this contest tonight) in this particular ring, their talent and spunk had already won both women a considerable following...
CHARLIE DAWSON:
SKYLAR MITCHELL:
Just a couple of moments later, a stunning, bedimpled young blonde bursts through the curtains. Once the beaming Dawson arrives, however, the crowd remarkably manages to raise the decibel meter further still! And yet... despite the FAWN Arena’s capacity dwarfing the Left Turn by a factor of HUNDREDS to one, somehow their roar didn’t feel QUITE as loud to Dawson. But that doesn’t stop the youngster from bringing her hands up to her ears, covering them as if the roar might be painful--but the smile that remained planted on Charlie’s lips illustrated just how much she’s enjoying the moment. Blushing, the blonde motioned downward with her hands...
But even in Orlando, the capacity crowd would have none of it--especially not with her partner standing behind her, waving her hands UPWARD frantically, beckoning the FAWNatics to keep the love coming. As frenetic as Skylar’s arms are moving, perhaps Charlie spots a bit of a blur out of the corner of her eye, prompting her to spin around...
The kid might be quick, but not quick enough. By the time she’s facing Skye, her fellow youngster’s hands are clasped behind her back, and she looks up toward the lights, whistling in pure innocence.
Charlie shakes her head at her partner before turning and taking off toward the ring. Skylar followed suit almost immediately. The Sweethearts make it a point to slap EVERY single hand offered her way--and ESPECIALLY the younger ones.
Finally, the Darling of the Desert and the Lil’est Mitchell slide under the bottom rope, springing to their feet. The duo unzip their hot pink hoodies, Charlie slipping off hers to reveal a light blue fightin’ two piece that, in spite of its somewhat modest and innocent cut still managed to raise the blood pressure of quite a few spectators. For her part, Skye sports a royal purple lycra bikini top and short shorts, with white pads and boots.
(Old school FAWN fans might note the distinct similarity in Skylar’s togs, and the gear worn by her older sister Cynthia at the beginning of her career...)
Charlotte and Skye hand their belts to the referee before moving to their corner, taking a moment to adjust their pads before stretching, preparing to for the opportunity to set the tag division on its ear. But first came collecting vengeance for an egregious attack, mere weeks ago...
“And their opponents...”
The speakers returned to action, catching both the blonde in the ring and the fans in attendance somewhat by surprise. Entrance music tended to be reserved for those the company saw a future for, meaning that the brass, at least, appeared to believe in the woman about to make her debut. It’s an heavily industrial beat, but one with a decided twinge of pop as Porcelain and the Tramps’ “The Neighbor” pumps over the sound system.
”THE NEIGHBOR:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=jJ-J0JsqBCQ
The announcer resumes his introductions. “Introducing first, hailing from Winter Park, Florida...”
The mention of an Orlando suburb, despite this woman’s earlier actions, warrants her a small, approving pop.
“She stands five feet eight inches tall and weighs in this evening at one hundred and twenty-four pounds, ladies and gentlemen, would you please welcome... ALLLLLLIIISSSOOONNN ADDDIIISSSOOONNN!!!!!”
ALLISON ADDISON:
Immediately, the FAWNatics begin to boo, memories of Addison and her soon-to-be-announced partner beating up on Charlie still fresh in their minds. Still, there are soon some appreciative whistles when a lithe, limber, leggy and utterly bewitched fair skinned redhead pushes past the curtains, some cheers begin to reassert themselves amid the crowd’s response. The rookie sports a teal “one piece" that struggles to meet that designation. The bust area is surprisingly well-covered, denying even a hint of cleavage but perfectly accentuating her assets. The spandex bares her shoulders, but runs up to her neck, forming something of a collar. The garment similarly stretches downward in an arrow, exposing plenty of skin on her left and right flanks, before fanning out toward her hips to hug her hindquarters.
Emblazoned on her rump are three symbols, two of which are fairly obviously recognized as letters of the Greek alphabet. Less obvious to those not versed in fraternity and sorority culture is WHICH letters they are, specifically “Phi” and “Theta.” The third symbol is a straight line with another line posed above it at a 45 degree angle, and between those two lines three squiggly figures--meant to indicate a tapping hand.
“The Neighbour” fades out, only to be replaced less than a second later by Charli XCX’s “Break the Rules”...
”BREAK THE RULES”:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=ABhDiXbUaBE
“And her partner," the announcer resumes, “hailing from Sin City, Las Vegas, Nevada... She stands five feet six inches tall and weighs in tonight at...”
He stops, performing a double-take as he consulted his index cards. Sure enough, he’d read it right. The man clears his throat before continuing...
“... at none of your futhermocking business...”
THAT gets a laugh from the crowd.
“Ladies and gentlemen,” the Announcer concludes, “please welcome... PIIIPPPEEERRR SEEEXXXTTTOOONNN!!!!! And together, they represent THE most ass-kickingest sorority there is: Phi Theta Tappa!”
The FAWNatics welcome her, alright... if by welcome, you mean showering jeers and tossing a few plastic cups in the direction of Allison and the curtains. The boos grow that much louder as seconds ticked by, and the curtain didn’t so much as flutter in the breeze...
PIPER SEXTON:
... but finally, they part. And when they do, a certified drop dead gorgeous young woman strides into the FAWN Arena. Piper Sexton plants herself just in front of the entrance, feet parted and arms folded across her chest. The young blonde sports a baby blue, belly-baring halter with matching bottoms underneath a decidedly immodest black skirt--with the “Phi Theta Tappa” nomenclature emblazoned upon her bosom. White pads and boots--and a nearly perpetual sneer--completed the ensemble.
After a few more moments, Sexton takes a step toward Allison, the sorority sisters exchanging a high five before starting toward the ring, rebuking any fans that tried to reach out and touch her with an upturned nose and an upturned palm. Stopping right where the aisle met ringside, Piper brings her left hand to her face. Pinching her nostrils shut, a disgusted Sexton shouts, “Dear Gawd, did you all bathe in Axe this morning???”
Addison doesn’t so much strut or saunter down the aisle as she does simple dance toward the ring, moving and gyrating in time to her musical accompaniment--but consciously positioned smack dab in the middle of the aisle the whole way, too far for any spectator to reach out and touch her. Reaching ringside, Allison jumps to take a seat on the edge of the apron, her back to the ropes. Climbing to her feet swiftly, the redhead strolls toward the far ringpost, stopping just past midway there. In one fluid motion, Addison swings her left left through the gap between the middle and top rope, hooking the cable with her knee and leaning back to drape herself across the rubber coated steel.
Raising her left hand to grab the top rope, Allison brings her right hand up over her face, waggling a reproachful finger at the jeering, whistling masses. She then adds her right hand to secure her grip on the top rope, and once steadied, the leggy redhead swings her luscious right stem into the air, similarly hooking the uppermost cable against the pit of her knee. Addison’s left leg then joins her right, scissoring the top rope as she swings her back to hover over the floor. She releases her hands from the cable, but just long enough to reposition herself. Claiming the rope again, her left foot settles down inside the ring first, followed by her right, Allison finally arching her back deeeeeep to draw her upper body through the cables.
The rookie takes one step away from the ropes before striking a pose: right foot positioned a little in front of her left, her back remaining slightly arched to put her bosom and bust on full display, her left hand resting against her hip as her right hand flies upward, coming to a stop just above the crown of her skull, elbow cocked, palm open. A few more cheers work their way into the mix, but the majority of the FAWNatics continue to boo as Piper strides toward the ring with a pointed swish of her hips. Climbing onto the apron, the blonde slipped through the ropes and hopped to a seat atop the nearest turnbuckle, crossing her legs and again folding her arms across her chest.
The referee checks Charlie and Skylar for foreign objects, and to the surprise of absolutely no one, finds none. Knowing the easy part was done, he then turns and moves toward the opposite corner, aiming to do the same with the others, but Sexton refuses to leave her perch. It takes a few seconds of pleading, but eventually Piper slips down for inspection. After he finds nothing on her person, the blonde vacates the corner as his attention moves toward Allison.
The redhead swivels to face her corner, leaning forward and resting her crossed forearms atop the top turnbuckle--a motion that leaves Addison’s delightful backside delightfully on display. The ref moves in to frisk, Allison playfully swishing her hips as he does, earning a brief admonishment from the zebra--and a few more whistles of approval from the FAWNatics.
Inspections complete, the redhead slips into the Phi Theta Tappa corner, while Skylar vacates the ring for the Sweethearts, leaving Charlie and Piper--two bitter rivals from the desert--in the ring to start the bout. The bell sounds, and Dawson and Sexton venture out into the ring, circling one another, each blonde eyeing her opposite number for an opening...
... except, as soon as her circuitous path brings her back into the vicinity of the sorority corner, Piper wheels and slaps the extended hand of Allison Addison, the crowd reacting to the Sin City Siren’s perceived cowardice with boos.
Sexton just rolls her eyes as Addison enters the ring, but the redhead refuses to leave her corner. “I’ve already showed these mouth-breathers how badly I can kick YOUR ass,” Allison sneers, then points over Charlie’s shoulder, at Skylar. “I want HER! Let’s see how tough she is without a chair.”
Charlie glances over her shoulder to Skye, the bubbly Li’lest Mitchell appearing MORE than eager to enter the ring. Dawson then looks to the crowd. “WANNA SEE SKYE TEACH THIS SKANK A WRESTLING LESSON?” she asks...
... and it seems the FAWNatics most assuredly do.
Nodding, Charlie spins toward her corner and tags out, bringing Skylar into the ring for the first time tonight. “Don’t need a chair to teach you some manners, babe,” Mitchell cooes as she slides through the ropes, the duo beginning to circle...
... and as Mitchell starts to step into a lock-up, Addison wheels and lunges into her corner, slapping Piper’s hand.
The boos get louder as Allison drops to the mat and rolls under the bottom rope. Landing on her feet on the floor, the redheaded sorority sister shakes out her right leg, hissing as she mutters something about a cramp. Addison then begins to do some stretches on the floor, though they appear more designed to enflame the passions of the spectators than to loosen up Allison’s muscles. Meanwhile, in the ring, Skye and Piper begin to circle, the blonde moving in...
... and SKYLAR pivots to her corner, tagging the outstretched hand of Charlie Dawson!
The Darling of the Desert Southwest bursts through the ropes, and finally, neither blonde shows any hesitation toward getting this fight started. The two surge toward one another, Sexton squawking when Charlie sends her crashing to the mat with a crisp armdrag. The Varsity Mean Girl scrambles back to her feet quickly, but is just as quickly taken off them by a second armdrag. And a THIRD armdrag to Piper sends the Sin City blonde skidding back into the sorority corner. “WHOOOAAAA!!!!” Sexton wails, emphatically flashing a “T” sign with her hands as she reclines against the buckles, clearly wanting a breather. Dawson is loathe to give it to her, but with Allison standing just on the other side of the ropes, she holds back.
“You want a breather?” the official asks. “You can tag out. Otherwise, get off your ass and get out of that corner!”
Sexton looks up at him in wide-eyed offense. “You get my ass off your mind!” she snaps, then reaches her hand up, Addison making the tag. Returning to the ring, the redhead locks up with Charlie... and before long, she backs Dawson into the ropes, forcing the ref to call for a break. Allison complies surprising quickly... but she then fires an open hand chop to Charlie’s chest, forcing the smaller blonde to utter a small howl of pain. Addison adds a second chop before snatching Dawson’s wrist and launching her toward the opposite ropes with an Irish whip. Allison moves to meet her foe at the center of the ring, but Charlie surprises her by DIVING into her, landing with her back against Addison’s chest. Flipping over the sorority sister’s shoulder, Dawson swings down through the redhead’s parted stems, taking Allison’s shoulders flat to the mat with a Manami Roll!
MANAMI ROLL @9:19:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=eEmZIbDzFOg
ONE...
TWO...
THNOOOOO!!!!!
Allison kicks out.
Both women scramble back to their feet, but Charlie puts her right back down with a beautiful dropkick. It’s another race back to verticality, Dawson winning by a wider margin this time--which allows the blonde to charge toward her prey, leap into the air, wrap an arm around Addison’s neck and DRIVE her skull into the canvas with a jumping DDT.
JUMPING DDT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=SSfRQxaHXbU
Unsurprisingly, only Charlie springs back to her feet this time, the Darling of the Desert Southwest skipping to the Sweetheart’s corner and tagging in Skylar. Turning back to the mewling Allison, Dawson yanks the redhead up with a handful of hair, then puts her flat on her ass with a hairmare. Then, in near perfect unison, Charlie and Skye sprint into the ropes behind the Meanest Mean Girl, rebounding off the cables and diving over Addison’s shoulders--Mitchell sailing over her right and Dawson her left. Both Sweetheart’s grab a handful of hair, SLAMMING Allison’s face into the mat with a double diving neck snap.
The ref now orders Charlie out, the young blonde agreeing with two raised hands and a smile. Meanwhile, Skylar pulls a groaning Allison up onto rubbery legs, and attempts to send her sprinting into the far corner with an Irish whip. Alas, Addison proves a bit more resilient than the Li’lest Mitchell had anticipated, allowing her to reverse the whip. Intent on not giving Skye much time to react, the Meanest Mean Girl begins to sprint in after her opponent...
... only Skye latches onto the top rope with both hands, one on either side of the turnbuckle. Kicking her legs into the air behind her, Mitchell catches a startled Allison’s noggin between her calves, the redhead too surprised to react before Skylar uses her leg strength to pull Addison down, dropping her to her knees as her face is SLAMMED into the middle turnbuckle. Hanging from the top rope, her shins pressed into the redhead’s back, the Li’lest Mitchell keeps her weight bearing down on the redhead, until the official begins a count...
TAR HEEL SMASH @0:59:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=3vnKcZNWbp0
As Skye tumbles away, Addison rolls over, sagging back against the buckles with the back of her head resting against the middle one. And while it might be early in the contest, that’s all the invitation the Li’lest Mitchell needs. Climbing to her feet, Skylar saunters into the gap between Allison’s splayed stems, swivels around, and thrusts her rump back into the redhead’s startled mug, forcing the sorority sister to Kiss Her Grits! As Addison’s hands slap and push at Skye’s hips and thighs, an indignant Piper screams from her corner, demanding that the official force a break.
Skylar relents just past the count of three, stooping down to grab the ankles of the Meanest Mean Girl. Dragging her away from the corner, the Li’lest Mitchell vaults over her prone form, maintaining a grip on her gams as her feet land on either side of Allison’s lolling noggin. The jackknife pin secured, the referee slides into position, checks the redhead’s shoulders, and slaps off the...
ONE...
TWO...
THNOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!
A diving Piper Sexton lands a diving double axehandle to Skylar abdomen, forcing the youngster to break the pin. Now, a massive convulsion from Addison as Mitchell spills away suggests that the Meanest Mean Girl might have managed a kickout on her own without the assist, but her partner had not been prepared to take the chance, and see her first official FAWN match end in an ‘L’.
Shaking off the shot to her tensed abdominals, the Li’lest Mitchell climbs to her feet, yanking Allison up as well by way of a handful of hair. After backing the redhead up with a pair of stiff forearms, Skye sends Addison racing into the near neutral corner with a mighty whip, one that almost doesn’t afford the sorority sister a chance to turn her back into the collision. While she does succeed on that score, the force of the impact sends Allison staggering back toward the center of the ring as Mitchell races into the ropes of the redhead’s left shoulder, intending to catch Addison’s head and deliver a forceful bulldog...
... but as the cables are about to propel Skye toward her foe, Sexton slips down the apron, reaching out and juuuust managing to snatch a handful of Mitchell’s locks. It’s enough to bring an abrupt end to the squealing Skylar’s jaunt, the youngest member of the Mitchell clan turning to glare angrily at the Sin City Siren. “Hey, we can go anytime you waaaAAAAGGGGGHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!”
Sexton’s interjection had allowing Allison just enough time to recover and slip in behind the Li’lest Mitchell. Reaching around the auburn haired cutie, Addison’s fingers find a pair of handholds in the form of Skylar’s boobs, the wide-eyed Sweetheart have just enough time squeak out a protest before Allison bridges back, using her Push Up Plex to send Mitchell’s head and shoulders CRASHING into the canvas.
PUSH UP PLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=-dmPRYzf1pc
Only bother to rise as far as her knees, Addison crawls into her corner, tagging out to Piper. Only instead of entering the ring, Sexton shuffles down the apron, lining herself up with the laid out Li’lest Mitchell. Taking a two-fisted grip on the top rope, the Varsity Mean Girl rocks back, then launches herself over the cable, her back slamming down across Skye’s chest with her slingshot somersault senton.
SLINGSHOT SOMERSAULT SENTON:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=lmOWN2BKibU
Rising to her feet, the Sin City Siren glances down, and notes Skylar’s fanned out mane with a smile. Sauntering to the Sweetheart’s noggin, Piper makes it a point to place one foot atop Mitchell’s tresses before she stoops down, claiming and pulling up on her opponent’s wrists. Skye’s ascent is brought to an abrupt and painful halt by Sexton’s “none of your futhermocking business” weight on her locks, the Li’lest Mitchell shrieking as her boots patter at the canvas. “Get off the hair, Sexton,” the official scolds her, but finds himself ignored... at least until the count of four.
Skye starts to sit up once she is freed, but Piper turns her attention back to Mitchell’s tresses, yanking the apple cheeked cutie up only to deposit her to her tush with a hairmare. Rather than release Mitchell’s locks, Sexton jerks her up a second time, only to execute ANOTHER hairmare. After this one, the blonde sorority sister relinquishes ONE of her handholds, but she uses the other to lead a crawling Skylar over to the ropes. Thrusting the Li’lest Mitchell’s throat down onto the middle cable. Piper then drapes her shin against the back of Skylar’s neck, leaning into the ropes as she throttles a little more fight out of the gagging Sweetheart.
“Come on, ref,” Charlie pleads from her corner. “Get in there!”
He does, which he would have done anyway. And it’s another four count before Piper relents. Snatching one more handful of auburn locks, Sexton guides the crawling Skylar into the Phi Theta Tappa corner, then jerks the red faced, gasping youngster up to unsteady legs. Allison throws up her hands in a preemptive display of innocence while Sexton spins Mitchell so that her back is to the buckles. The Sin City Siren then turns her attention to Skye’s stems, threading first the right and then the left over the middle rope, leaving the Li’lest Mitchell wide open and helpless...
... only instead of going on the attack, Piper wheels and gets into the face of the official, demanding answers of why he was always counting on her. As he defends himself, Allison Addison loops the tag rope over Skye’s head, drawing it tight across her throat, Mitchell’s round eyes growing rounder as she reaches up to claw at the strangling cable. Across the ring, Charlie’s had enough, and she bursts through the ropes, but Sexton stops arguing long enough to point out the intrusion. She spares a cheery wave to Dawson as the official intercepts her, then turns to the gagging Skylar. And with one sorority sister choking the holy hell out of her, the other launches a swift kick that catches the Sweetheart square between the legs.
Thanks to the strangling tag chord, there’s no cry of anguish from the Li’lest Mitchell... not event after Allison pulls the rope away. Piper then steps in, reaching her hands to Skylar’s shoulders as she hops into the air. Sexton tucks her knees up to Skye’s bosom, then throws her weight into full reverse, YANKING Skylar out of the corner with an inverted lungblower. Climbing to her feet, Piper casts a quick glance over her shoulder, spotting the referee managing to get Charlie back into her corner. As soon as the ref turns back toward the action, Sexton extends her hand, and Addison readily slaps it for the tag.
Looking considerably fresher than the last time she was inside the ropes, Allison sashays around in front of a crawling Skylar, bending down to snatch some hair and pull Mitchell to her feet. She doesn’t stay there long, though--not when Addison jumps up, opening her exquisite stems into a wide ‘V’ as she uses a vicious sitout facebuster to SMASH the Li’lest Mitchell’s mug into the mat. With Skye spasming between her legs, the redhead keeps her hands in the Sweetheart’s mane, and increases the auburn haired cutie’s thrashing by pressing down and scrubbing the canvas with Skylar’s face.
“Let her up, Allie,” the referee orders, then starts another count--which, just as practically all the others he had employed against Phi Theta Tappa, reaches four before Addison pulls her hands away. Rising from the mat, the redheaded sorority sisters hairhauls Skylar up, dragging her toward one neutral corner before launching the Li’lest Mitchell with an emphatic whip. Skye only just manages to turn into the collision, her arms spilling over the top rope--which is the only thing that keeps the Sweetheart from sinking to her ass. Addison then springs a sweet tumbling run toward Mitchell--perhaps not quite in the Daly, Manning or London class, but not far below. Coming out of her last flip, Allison swivels to face her opponent...
... and delivers a thoroughly disrespectful, open handed slap to Skylar’s left cheek.
The blast sends a shimmy through Skylar’s legs, which proves enough to dislodge her limp arms from over the top rope--which, in turn, allows the Li’lest Mitchell to plop to a seat in the corner. Moaning softly, the auburn haired youngster slumps to her left, working her way to her hands and knees and crawling away from the corner... no doubt blissfully unaware that she was heading toward PIPER’S corner.
Even so, Allison doesn’t let her finish the journey, pushing her down onto her rump with her back against the ropes. Threading Skye’s arms over the middle cable, the redhead smoothly pulls the bottom rope up and over the middle, sandwiching Mitchell’s biceps between the two strands of rubber coated steel before she cups the Sweetheart’s chin and raises her noggin. “Bet you thought you were cute earlier,” Addison snarls, her eyes possessing a menacing twinkle. “But let me show you what a TRULY fine ass looks like.” With no further preamble, the Meanest Mean Girl turns away and thrusts her hips back, griiiiiinding her tush into Skylar’s face.
“ALLISON,” the ref snaps. “You KNOW you can’t tie her up in the ropes like that!”
“Really?” Addison grins. “Looks pretty secure to me.”
For the umpteenth time tonight, the official starts a count--which again lasts to the seemingly magical number of four before the redhead steps away from Skylar, and angrily toward the zebra. “You know what I’d like to know?” Allison asks. “Where the hell were your counts when those two skanks were double-teaming ME earlier?”
While he struggles for an answer, Piper hops down from the apron, approaching the bound Mitchell from the floor. Settling in behind the defenseless Sweetheart, Sexton reaches around and begins to savagely CLAW at Skylar’s eyes. The Li’lest Mitchell’s legs begin to kick wildly, SCREAMING in torment. Alas, for America’s Sweethearts, the irony is that Piper’s tactics produce a louder cry of alarm from the FAWNatics, the fans attempting to alert the referee to the treachery--but their shouts help to overwhelm Skye’s wails. Again, Charlie tries to intercede on her partner’s behalf--but once more, her efforts are pointed out by a sorority sister, and are brought to a premature end by the referee.
Piper RIPS her hands away from Skye’s peepers, and Allison unbinds the auburn haired Sweetheart. Despite her inability to see, the Li’lest Mitchell gamely pushes up to all fours and starts to crawl toward... well, nowhere, in actuality. Even so, she only manages a foot or so before Addison pulls Skylar up. With her opponent’s back to her, Allison reaches an arm across Skye’s throat, locking the youngster’s head underneath her arm before Addison’s free hand reaches for Mitchell’s waistband. With a smirk, the redhead gives the elastic a sudden, sharp upward tug, Skylar whimpering and rising onto her tiptoes as the fabric of her bottoms threatens to invade her sanctum. Allison then swiftly drops backward, SPIKING Skye’s skull with her Not So Fresh DDT.
Without a care in the world, Addison drapes herself across Mitchell’s chest, patiently waiting for the referee to get Charlie out of the ring. Once that’s taken care of, he turns and, spotting the pinning predicament, dives into position.
ONE...
TWO...
THRNOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!
Skylar gets a shoulder up.
Unconcerned by Mitchell’s defiance, Allison saunters to her corner and tags Piper. The blonde sorority sister enters the ring and makes her way to the writhing, mewling Li’lest Mitchell. Again, Sexton sets her feet atop Skye’s fanned out mane and starts pulling up on her wrists. This, none too shockingly, earns the Sin City Siren another count toward disqualification. This time, at the count of three, Piper lifts her right foot, setting it atop Mitchell’s bosom before thrusting downward with her Uggo Stomp.
UGGO STOMP @0:45:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=f_qo9QP0LFI
The force of the stomp actually launches Skylar up to a seated position, her arms folding up across her throbbing chest... which actually works well with what Piper had in mind next. Sexton stepped first over Mitchell’s left shoulder, and then her right, the back of Skye’s head nuzzled in tight against the blonde’s crotch. Leaning forward, Piper then folds the Li’lest Mitchell’s left leg over her right, then grabs her right ankle, pulling up on her outstretched leg. The result is Skylar’s gams being held in a figure four shape, her left calf effectively held in a vice formed by her own right leg and Sexton’s knees--a hold she referred to as her Sin City Stretch.
There’s nowhere for the auburn haired Sweetheart to go, but that doesn’t mean that Skye is ready to throw in the towel. Her arms thrash and flail, but she does NOT signal a surrender. So, after several seconds of Skylar’s stubborn refusal to accept the inevitable, Piper tosses her right leg away and strolls toward her corner, tagging out to Allison.
Reaching her prey, the Meanest Mean Girl pulls the Li’lest Mitchell up, snaking her left arm around Skye’s throat. Capturing her left hand in the crook of her right elbow, Addison locks the sleeperhold in tight. Instinct kicks in immediately, as both of Mitchell’s arms stretch out in front of her, her hands seeking out the ropes... but finding nothing. Allison, meanwhile, spins her foe away from the near ropes, until she’s facing back inside the confines of the cables. Moving her lips oh so close to Skye’s ear, the redhead whispers, “I’m feeling generous. If you admit, right here and now, that neither you nor Charlie are worthy to lace up my boots, I’ll just knock you out. We’ll let you leave here with your dignity.”
Skylar mumbles something, but neither Addison nor the referee can make sense of it.
“Come on,” Allison purrs wickedly, “only people who are gonna hear you are me and the ref. I’ll even let him go throw the whole raise your arm thing, just for show. What do you say?”
Again, Mitchell manages to murmur a few syllables, but they prove just as nonsensical as the last set.
“Good,” the redhead grins. “Cause here’s a secret: I was lying.” Allison then clamps her teeth down on Skylar’s lobe, the auburn haired youngster yelping as her legs buckled. And a few moments later, the Li’lest Mitchell begins to melt back into her opponent. “Might want to check her,” Addison tells the official. “I think she’s maybe about 5 seconds away from drooling...”
With a slight nod, the ref takes Skye’s left wrist, raising her arm...
It falls ONCE...
It falls TWICE...
It falls THREE TIMNOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Halfway down, the Li’lest Mitchell’s fingers ball into a fist, her arm’s descent coming to a shuddering halt. Allison shifts her weight forward, trying to force the youngster to her knees, but Skye’s gams show her sudden resolve as well. Her fist still balled tight, Skylar fires one elbow back into the pit of Addison stomach, followed by a second. And a third breaks the noose from around her neck, only as the Sweetheart starts to take a step away from Allison, a hand grabs her by the hair...
... and SKYLAR LAUNCHES A MULE KICK TO ADDISON’S LOWER ABDOMEN!!!
Her heel lands just below the redhead’s navel, staggering Allison back and doubling her over. Skye pivots toward her foe, launching a sweeping kick that catches the Meanest Mean Girl flush in the temple! Addison swivels away from the impact, offering up her back to the Li’lest Mitchell. Skylar then vaults into the skies, landing astride the sorority sister’s shoulders. Clamping her thighs tight around Allison’s skull, the auburn haired cutie throws her weight into full reverse, RIPPING the redhead off her feet and DRILLING the crown of her foe’s skull into the canvas with a poisoned frankensteiner!
POISONED FRANKENSTEINER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=KPEdCSqowek
Addison tumbles over to a seat, slumping forward for just a moment before falling the opposite direction, winding up flat in her back in a jellied spreadeagle. If Skylar had been able to cover her, she might very well have been able to score the three count--but the Sweetheart spills over in the opposite direction, left in a face down, spasming sprawl--her resolves seemingly all but exhausted. In the Sweethearts’ corner, Charlie immediately hops up onto the bottom rope, leaning over the top cable and into the ring. “COME ON, SKYE!” she shouts, beckoning the youngster to rise with a wave of her hand.
The Li’lest Mitchell starts to answer the call, pushing up onto her hands and knees... until all four limbs shudder and give way, sending the youngster crashing back to her stomach. Allison, meanwhile, sits up drunkenly before dropping to all fours herself. Her hands and knees, distressing, prove up to the task of supporting her weight... but the redhead is, at least momentarily, facing in the wrong direction. As she gets herself turned around, Skylar tries to rise... and this time, she manages to remain on all fours.
Both women scamper toward their corners, Addison’s longer arms and legs and fresher state giving the redhead the advantage she needs to make the tag first. Piper slips through the ropes, the starts a beeline toward the Sweetheart’s corner, possessing every intention of clubbing Dawson off the apron with a running forearm...
... but she pulls up short when Mitchell manages to dive and MAKE THE TAG!!!!
As the Darling of the Desert Southwest surges through the ropes, Sexton takes off again, catching the other blonde with a forearm to the chest. But Charlie answers in kind, then lands a second, and a third, each blow backing the Sin City Siren up a little further into the ropes. Grabbing a wrist, Dawson sets her feet and attempts to administer an Irish whip, but Sexton has an answer, reversing it.
However, just when Piper thinks she has all the answers, Charlie changes the questions.
As she rebounds off the cables, Dawson leaps toward her foe, scissoring her legs around the other blonde’s waist as she faces the canvas. Charlie then throws herself through Sexton’s stems, taking her fellow desert southwest import down with a Casadora Victory Roll and getting the...
CASADORA VICTORY ROLL:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Y7QSgqm9Ge8
ONE...
TWO...
THRENOOOOOO!!!!!!
Sexton kicks out.
Both women race back to their feet, Charlie arriving first and landing a boot to Piper’s midsection. As the Sin City Siren slumps forward, Dawson races into the near ropes. Shooting off the cables, the Darling of the Desert Southwest captures Sexton’s noggin, executing a beautiful swinging neckbreaker.
SWINGING NECKBREAKER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=kbAF-gzgIBY
Dawson kips up, and waits for Piper to start to rise before she charges toward the ropes. Shooting off the cables, the beloved blonde races toward her rival and, just as she had done moments before, leaps toward her. Wrapping her legs around Sexton’s midsection, Charlie’s hands fall to the mat. But this time, the Darling of the Desert Southwest pushes upward, her legs flying away from Piper and out in front of her as she reaches over her shoulder. Grabbing her longtime rival by the back of the head, Dawson pulls Sexton’s jaw into position, dropping to her butt and introducing the Sin City Siren to the Land of Enchantment.
LAND OF ENCHANTMENT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=3WedGKdYh_Q
Charlie rolls over on her hip, draping herself across Piper’s chest and hooking a leg...
ONE...
TWO...
THRENOOOOO!!!!!!!!
Allison delivers a stomp to Dawson’s back, forcing one blonde from atop the other and breaking the count, with barely a second to spare...
... only no sooner had she made the save does Addison find an arm wrapping around her head, Skylar Mitchell dragging the Meanest Mean Girl toward the ropes. Flying to the middle cable, the Li’lest Mitchell propels herself backward, SLAMMING the redhead’s face into the mat with a beautiful springboard bulldog.
SPRINGBOARD BULLDOG:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=IqWPGaB2ax0
Allison tries to roll to safety, tumbling under the bottom rope and landing on her feet on the floor. But Skye has little intention in allowing her to escape. Sprinting into the far ropes, the Li’les Mitchell darts across the ring, sliding under the bottom rope and capturing Addison’s noggin between her calves. She then sends the Meanest Mean Girl crashing to her rump by way of her baseball slide headscissors.
BASEBALL SLIDE HEADSCISSORS:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=0U974k9BH1Q
Meanwhile, Dawson rolls out to the apron, climbing to her feet and scaling the ropes. Settling into a perch on the top turnbuckle, Charlie waves both her hands upward, IMPLORING Piper to rise. It takes a few seconds, but the Sin City Siren eventually obliges her, rising onto trembling legs with her back to the bedimpled blonde’s corner. And at the first sign of a turn from Sexton, Dawson launches to the heavens, ready to beat her longtime rival on the biggest stage they’d ever faced off on, once she hit her Charlie Cutter.
CHARLIE CUTTER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=P53Lflg9OC0
But as well as these two women knew one another, even in her current daze, Piper had a pretty good idea of what was coming. And on perhaps nothing more than instinct, her hands lash out, looking to claim the first solid object they could find to pull herself out of the way. What they find turns out to be the referee’s shoulders, and her sudden yank pulls the zebra into Dawson’s flightpath. There’s no time for Charlie to stop her hands from claiming the referee’s hair or pulling his head over her shoulder, her finisher putting the official squarely on Dream Street--much to Dawson’s sheer horror.
Rising to her knees, Charlie is too stunned to do little more than look down at the referee’s twitching frame. She barely reacts as Piper stoops down behind her, wrapping her arms around Dawson’s waist and pulling the blonde to her feet. In the next instant, Sexton hoists Charlie off her feet, dropping the blonde Sweetheart’s legs across the top rope. The Sin City Siren uses the slingshot effect to swivel around and drop Charlie harshly onto her ass with a seated slam.
SLINGSHOT SEATED SLAM:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=5SLReVfCPuE
Piper again tugs Dawson back to verticality, nudging her head underneath Charlie’s right arm. Then, dipping to thread her right arm through the bedimpled blonde’s thighs, Sexton reaches her left hand over Charlie’s left shoulder. Securing her hands together, the Sin City Siren pops her hips and muscles her nemesis off her feet. Like Sexton with the Charlie Cutter, Dawson was all too familiar with Piper’s You Can’t Sit With Us! But, unlike the sorority sister, on this occasion the Darling of the Desert Southwest doesn’t have an answer before her head and shoulders are DRIVEN into the mat...
YOU CAN’T SIT WITH US! @0:07
www.youtube.com/watch?v=m1zSz5KtVJc
Fortunately for Charlie, however, she wasn’t alone, and Skylar Mitchell lands a diving double axehandle to the belly of the bridging blonde. The Li’lest Mitchell doesn’t bother pulling Piper up, nor does she wait for the blonde to get to her feet. Instead, she charges into the ropes, leaping as she returns to the Sin City Siren. Rotating around her opponent in a near blinding display of agility, Skye wraps an arm around Sexton’s neck before PLANTING the sorority sister with a satellite DDT.
SATELLITE DDT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=qisFqmpLTWU
Kipping to her feet, Mitchell settles into an expectant crouch, stomping her right boot against the canvas. As she does, the FAWNatics begin to clap along in time, the fans rising in anticipation as Piper herself struggles to do the same, though blissfully unaware in her case. Regaining her feet, Sexton drunkenly turns...
... and EATS Skylar’s Greetings from Charlotte superkick, the auburn haired cutie sole catching her flush underneath the jaw! Piper’s eyes roll back as she pirouettes away, her left leg kicking out behind her before she takes a header to the mat. Skye immediately falls to her knees, shoveling the senseless Sexton to her back before hooking a leg, the FAWNatics shouting a count of...
“ONE!
TWO!
THREE!!!
FOUR!!!!
FIVE!!!!!”
The absence of a bell causes Skye to look up, and her eyes instantly lock on the sprawled form of the downed referee, just a few feet away. Tossing Sexton’s gam away, the Li’lest Mitchell kneewalks to the official as quickly as she can manage, hopeful she can wake him up...
... and failing to notice the blur darting down the aisle.
To be fair, most of the FAWNatics didn’t notice anything, either. That is, until a chair slid under the bottom rope. Just behind the chair is a woman, at least judging by the smooth, exquisite stems that are left bared and the briefest glimpse of zebra print bikini bottoms. Everything above the waist is obscured by a black hoodie--one bearing the emblem of the Phi Theta Tappa sorority. Reclaiming the chair, the new arrival advances on an unsuspecting Skylar, and lands a THUNDEROUS blast of silver steel to Skye’s spine!
Tossing the chair aside, the intruder claims a handful of Mitchell’s locks, tugging the apple cheeked Sweetheart to her feet. Pulling her over to the discarded weapon, she shoves Skye’s head between her thighs, then gathers up and underhooks both of Skylar’s arms. She barely lifts the Li’lest Mitchell into the air before falling to her knees, DRIVING Skye’s head savagely into the folded up chair!
HELL NIGHT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=F2MUUYRPAIM
Mitchell attempts to melt out of the matchbook the brutal attack leaves her in, but the descent of her hindquarters is halted by the chest of her kneeling attacker, who waits a couple of seconds before bringing her left hand up to her hood. She pulls it away...
... to reveal the face of one Cassidy Woolridge.
CASSIDY WOOLRIDGE:
Meanwhile, Allison Addison rolls back under the bottom rope. “You took your time,” the redhead mutters, breathing heavy, but the faintest hint of a grin on her lips.
“What?” Cassidy replied. “I had every faith in my Little!”
As Addison crawls to her partner, Woolridge spares a moment to send Charlie Dawson crashing back to her stomach with a chairshot to the lower back before tossing the instrument of destruction out of the ring. She then moves to rouse the ref, while Allison gives Piper a helping hand up to her feet. And as Woolridge works on restoring the senses of the official, her new sorority sisters decide which Sweetheart they want to play with.
It doesn’t take long for Sexton to settle on her nemesis, yanking Charlie up by a handful of hair. Holding the bedimpled blonde out in front of her, the Sin City Siren hisses, “Got something new for you, bytch.” She then presses her the crown of her skull against Dawson’s back, just below her shoulderblades. Gathering up Charlie’s arms, it takes a slight shuffle to reverse their positioning, placing the back of DAWSON’S head against Piper’s back. Lifting up on Charlie’s left arm, Sexton then unleashes her new Lavaliere, the Darling of the Desert Southwest rotating through the air TWICE, it appeared to the naked eye, before her face was BLASTING into the sparsely padded plywood surface of the ring.
LAVALIERE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=83sowVpQz9g
That leaves Skylar to Addison, but she hardly seems to mind. Pulling the practically out of it Tar Heel up to her feet, the redhead stuffs Skye’s head under her left arm before claiming a handful of bottoms. She then tries to muscle Mitchell’s shins up onto the top rope, but with her foe little more than deadweight following two brutal chairshots, her first attempt comes up short. “Might wanna think about laying off the cupcakes, sweetcheeks,” Allison grins before trying again, and this time managing the task. Keeping her grip on Skylar’s waistband, the redhead continues to pull up on the elastic, forcing more and more of Mitchell’s bottoms to disappear between her cheeks. Some of the more blackhearted FAWNatics applaud this development, even if Skye’s own response is little more than a soft mewl. And once she bared enough of Skylar’s backside to her satisfaction, Addison falls backward, PLANTING her foe’s skull into the canvas when she Punks the Perp.
PUNK THE PERP:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=9l-WpI8PtH8
Finally succeeding in bringing the official back to some semblance of coherence, Cassidy rolls out of the ring. Meanwhile, Addison and Sexton leisurely recline across their respective Sweetheart, neither bothering to hook a leg--but both slipping an arm under their foe’s neck. The groaning ref crawls over and, seeing two sets of shoulders down, starts to count with both hands...
ONE...
TWO...
THRENOOOOO!!!!!!!!!
The sorority sisters BOTH sit up, pulling Charlie and Skye with them.
The FAWNatics UNLOAD with boos and jeers, but neither blonde nor redhead seem in the least bit bothered. “Allison?” the Sin City Siren asks her partner.
“Yes, Piper?”
“Didn’t we make a promise to these two a few weeks ago?”
“Something about making them beg for mercy?” Addison asks in response.
“That’s the one,” Piper replies.
“I do believe you’re right.”
Both sorority sisters pick themselves up off the mat. Sexton moves to Charlie’s feet, lifting them off the deck and placing them under her arms, her back to the insensate blonde. The Sin City Siren then sweeps a leg over her back, pivoting and rolling the Darling of the Desert Southwest over to her stomach. Leaning forward, Piper gathers up Charlie’s wrists, but instead of pulling her nemesis up and into a rocking horse crab, Sexton drops to her tush, a tug on Dawson’s wrists lifting the youngster up to her knees. Piper then brings her legs up, crossing her ankles above the gap between Charlie’s shoulderblades. With Dawson’s arms controlled by Sexton’s grasp of he wrists and scissored by the other blonde’s gams, and her feet trapped in the crooks of Piper’s elbows, she is trapped in the surfboard lotus lock the she called Paying the Piper.
For her part, Allison pulls Skylar up to a seated position, keeping one hand on the apple cheeked cutie’s shoulder to steady her prey as she moved to settle into the gap between Mitchell’s splayed stems. The redhead clamps a standing headscissors on the Li’lest Mitchell, then bends down, slipping her fingers inside the legholes of Skye’s bottoms. Then, abruptly, the Meanest Mean Girl lives up to her name by straightening up to her height, delivering the vilest of vile wedgies to Skylar in the process!
The electric jolt of agony propels Skye back to consciousness, Mitchell unleashing a pitiful, high pitched squeal. And it only takes seconds for Addison’s Risin’ Dirty to leave the Li’lest Mitchell praying that her bottoms would tear in half, but they refuse her that mercy. Seated as she is, the auburn haired Sweetheart doesn’t have nearly the leverage to transform her foe’s headscissors into a backdrop, and her legs don’t possess the strength to push her up to her knees. Tearfully, she begins to slap at Allison’s thigh...
... but as the still-dazed referee starts to motion toward the timekeeper’s table, the redhead stops him by clearing her throat. “Hate to break it to you, babe,” the Meanest Mean Girl cooes, “but Piper and your partner are the legal women here, not us. Your tapping doesn’t mean sh!t. You want me to let you go? Beg me.”
“Go to heeEEEAAGGGGGGHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!” Skylar wails, her protest cut off by another pull on her bottoms.
A few feet away, Charlie’s options are equally limited. More so, actually, as her hands have precious little mobility to find a surface on which to tap. After Paying the Piper for close to 30 seconds, the bedimpled blonde finally whimpers, “Pleeeeaaasssee... staaahhhhppp... I... I giiiivvvveee...”
A moment later, Mitchell howls, “AGGGGGGGGHHHHHH!!!!!!! NUUUUUHHHHOOOOOHHHH.... NOOOOOOOOOOO MOOOOOOOOOORRRREEEE!!!!!!!”
The ref takes that as he cue, and he signals for the bell. “Ladies and gentlemen,” the announcer informs a thoroughly disgusted audience while Cassidy Woolridge re-enters the ring, “your winners, via submission... PHHHIII THHHEEETTTAAA TAAAPPPPPPAAA!!!!!”
Addison and Sexton break their separate tortures, each woman accepting a hand up from their surprise benefactor. And it is Woolridge who raises their hands in victory, before the three beauties fall into a group embrace.