Post by alyadmirer on May 18, 2016 22:05:41 GMT
With the crowd more than ready for the next two combatants, the sounds of Avril Lavigne’s ‘What the Hell’ signals the imminent arrival of the dimpled cutie whose loyal fan following among the FAWNatics had blossomed with her career. The crowd hops to the infectious pop beat and crane their necks toward the stage to gather an eyeful of the bubbly Upstart.
”WHAT THE HELL”:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=tQmEd_UeeIk&feature=player_embedded
Bouncing out from backstage is a tawny wisp of a woman. All big dark doe eyes, cherry red mane and cherubic girlish features, Chloe skips from one side of the stage to the other. Clutched in the rookie’s right hand is the paw of a fluffy, pink teddy bear, her bestest buddy, Straw Beary.
STRAW BEARY:
The tiny Upstart gyrates playfully around the grating, joyously pumping her fist with the crowd to Avril’s accompaniment. She holds up her bear and has Straw wave to the crowd. The masses, mesmerized, wave back to the pink plushie as the ring announcer officially announces her arrival.
“Our next match is one fall with a 20-minute time limit. From Boca Raton, Florida…” Some isolated pockets in the Orlando crowd pop for Boca. “Standing 5 feet 2 inches and weighing in at 109 pounds…CHLOE…STRAWBERRY…FIELDS.”
CHLOE FIELDS:
The redheaded rookie skips down the ramp, dressed in a pink and black ruffled two piece with mini-skirted bottoms.
Chloe zig-zags from side to side, slapping hands with the fans and beaming from ear to ear. FAWN’s resident angel reaches the ring and takes a lap, making acquaintance with nearly every front row ticket purchaser while introducing her pink cub to the fans.
“He’s very glad to meet you,” Fields giggles. “I’m sure.”
Chloe holds Straw Beary close to her chest and waves his paw at the FAWNatics, the bear getting a high-five from one fan that draws a chirpy chuckle from Fields.
Reaching the steps, Chloe saunters up, proceeds halfway down the length of the ring, and slips through the ropes. She lip-syncs along with her music while hopping around the ring before settling in her corner.
She sets ‘Straw Beary’ under the bottom buckle so he can keep a watchful set of button eyes on the proceedings. Chloe waves buh-bye for the moment and moves to the center, bouncing in place and waiting for her opponent, ready to continue the singles success she’d garnered, even if most of it was in house shows in the backwater burgs of central Florida against women considered less than the cream of the crop.
“And her opponent…” the announcer resumes once the crowd and the music have become a little calmer. “Hailing from Tombstone, Arizona, standing five feet six inches tall and weighing in at one hundred and twenty-four pounds... Please welcome… “BAREBACK” BEEETTTHHH JEEENNNKKKIIINNNSSS!”
”WILDFLOWER”:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=NC0IhlquYlI
BETH JENKINS:
“Wildflower” by the JaneDear Girls begins to pump over the speakers of the FAWN Arena, and soon the sounds of country and western are accompanied by an appropriate sight. And though her now legendary ambush of Nyssa Bloodwind in Georgia and their subsequent PPV showdown had gained the cowgirl instant notoriety, the Arizona state flag patterned vest—small enough to live a sliver of midsection bare—blue thong bottoms and matching chaps she wears remain enough to draw several appreciative hoots, hollers and whistles. Her feet are adorned in a pair of battered old cowboy boots, spurs clicking against the floor as she saunters down the aisle. A coiled lasso is attached to her hip, and sitting atop her head is a cowboy hat with a curved brim.
Reaching ringside, Beth spies a young man in battered black jeans and a dark red button-up shirt, and apparently liking what she sees, the cowgirl starts to head his way. A seductive smile on her lips, Jenkins reaches up, taking her hat and placing it on his head. The young fan gushes his appreciation for this valuable collectible, but soon it looks like the man is about to be given an even more priceless memory, Beth gripping the collar of his shirt and slowly pulling him in for a passionate kiss. By this point, everyone watching knows what’s coming… except for the engrossed young stud, who clearly believes tonight might just be different.
But instead, the redhead halts with her lips mere centimeters from his. Eyes twinkling, Jenkins shakes her head and gives him a small shove, turning away and marching toward the ring with an inviting sashay of her hips.
Pausing at the timekeeper’s table, Jenkins reaches down and pats an object on the table, perhaps THE object that had generated the most of Beth’s buzz among those who kept a close eye on the house show circuit: what appeared to be a branding iron, though was more a sort of customized tattoo gun. As she sets it down, the crowd is left to wonder--as they always must--whether it would return to feature later in tonight’s festivities.
The redheaded cowgirl climbs the steps and slips through the ropes, bared cheeks earning Jenkins another round of lustful whistles as she sweeps her way into the ring. While Beth goes to work removing her spurs, the referee heads over to Chloe, ready to give the bubbly youngster the customary pre-match inspection. “Be sure to check the bear, too!” Jenkins barks after him.
Chloe frowns at the suggestion Straw would cheat, but she turns and plucks him off the apron, offering him to the official. The man, more than a bit sheepishly, pats the plushy down and hands it back to Chloe who sticks out her tongue at Jenkins. She sets Straw back in place and lets the striped-shirt do his sweeps of the Upstart, Chloe giggling a bit as if tickled on one of the touches. Before the man moves to Jenkins, Fields gets more serious. "You are going to have that branding iron removed from ringside, right? I'm not being added to some herd tonight."
And now, it's the rodeo queen's turn to show indignation, Beth throwing up her hands in a protestation of innocence. "Hey, Brandy's mindin' her own business, right out there on the table. I didn't even bring her into the ring--which is more than we can say for you and that bear. Who I STILL don't trust, by the way." The referee looks from Beth to Chloe, out to the timekeeper's table, then back to Jenkins again before finally turning to Strawberry. "She HASN'T brought it into the ring, Chloe," he says, somewhat reluctantly. "And she's not going to. I'll make sure of that."
"OK," Fields nods apologetically to the ref. "Sorry," she adds to Jenkins. As the bell rings, Chloe starts a rhythmic clap the crowd quickly picks up on and they continue on as she wanders in a circle of the ring, Beth joining her until they come together in a collar-and-elbow tie-up. With a size advantage on Strawberry, it doesn't take long before Jenkins forces Chloe into a backpedal, Fields' back touching against the buckles just above her bear. The ref asks for a break and Chloe squeaks for one as well, trying to shove Bareback Beth away from her but having a hard time accomplishing the task.
Jenkins doesn't immediately respond to either request, forcing the referee to initiate a count. Finally, with the threat of disqualification in the first minute of the contest looming, the redheaded rodeo queen pulls her hands back at the shout of "FOUR!" and, perhaps most shockingly, again raises them above her head as she steps away from Fields. The crowd and even the official appear somewhat taken aback by the show of sportswomanship. But Beth pays no mind to their disbelief, beckoning Chloe to come out of the corner and tie up with her again. Strawberry complies, and the duo begin to jockey for position again--this time with Fields gradually forcing her foe back into a corner. The ref calls for a break, and Chloe doesn't hesitate to comply. Alas, Beth shows no hesitation either in fashioning her right hand into a flat edge, and thrusting her fingertips toward the Upstart's windpipe.
The thrust into her throat leaves Chloe wide-eyed and gagging. Fields clutches at her neck as she spins away from the unusual and effective attack. She draws in rasping breaths as the official berates the freckled cowgirl. Feeling Jenkins clamp down on her shoulder from behind to spin her face to face with her foe, Chloe decides to bring a straightforward balled fist for the cowgirl's chin with her, planning to deck the big meanie in return.
The thinking is sound, but not as sound as the impact, Fields' punch finding an unsuspecting Beth's jaw and DROPPING the redheaded cowgirl to the mat. Clearly not prepared for the Upstart to have an answer to her trickeration quite so readily available in her arsenal, Jenkins rolls under the bottom rope and drops to the floor, raising a hand to massage some of the sting out of her jaw. And immediately, the crowd gets on Bareback's case, jeering her departure from the ring and demanding she return to it. Instead, Beth remains content to pace back and forth, collecting herself.
But Fields isn't nearly as content to put the match on hold. Rubbing the last redness out of he throat, she casts a glance behind her and takes off for the ropes on the opposite side of the ring as Jenkins. She bounds into the cables and sprints toward the former rodeo queen. The bouncy Upstart launches over the ropes instead of through them, diving in suicide fashion toward a crunching impact on the unsuspecting Beth below, hoping to flatten the cowgirl and make a statement she'd be the one moving up the ladder, not Bareback.
As two crimson haired beauties crash to the concrete floor, everyone else in the building who wasn't already standing launches to theirs, roaring in approval. It takes Chloe a moment to extricate herself from Bareback, but once she does, Fields springs to her feet and pumps a fist, earning another wave of cheers. Still, she knows she won't win this match playing cheerleader, so she turns back to her opponent, grabbing a handful of hair and pulling Beth up to her kne...
"Unnnngggghhhhh!!!!"
Jenkins drives a balled fist of her own into Chloe's lower belly, forcing the Upstart to take a step back. Beth rises, but instead of going on the attack she immediately starts running in the opposite direction, making a hard left at the first ringpost. Catching her breath, Fields gives pursuit--but fails to notice Jenkins' hand flash out at the next post, snatching a small fury object underneath the bottom buckle as she continues to sprint away from her opponent. Nearing the timekeeper's table, Beth suddenly whips around--and only then does Chloe catch sight of Straw, held tight against Bareback's bosom. "Stay back, bytch!" Jenkins snarls, her free hand reaching behind her and feeling for her own accompaniment to the ring. "If you know what's good for your friend here..."
Chloe freezes in terror, throwing up her hands. "Please...don't. I'm staying back. I am. Just don't hurt Straw. Let's just get back in the ring and start over. OK? A fair fight." Beth finds her 'branding iron' and holds it next to Straw Beary's cheek. Chloe sinks to one knee, pressing her palms together. "DON'T!" The crowd levels an ear-shattering rain of jeers down on the cowgirl. How low could this woman go? "I'll stand out for here for a countout. If that's what you want."
A countout appears to be a very real possibility, for BOTH women, as the official's running count in the ring reaches "FOUR!" Beth takes a sideways shuffle back toward the ring, continuing to face the now kneeling Chloe--and continue to hold Straw to her chest. "FIVE!" Jenkins moves the business end of her 'iron' perilously close to the plushie's cheek, and Chloe's fingers lace together tight, her eyes clearly beginning to water. "SIX!" Jenkins suddenly SLINGS Straw toward the security barrier. With considerably less force, Bareback lightly tosses "Brandy" onto the apron before diving under the bottom rope and rolling back into the ring. Luckily, the bear hits the steel and falls back to the floor, instead of sailing into the masses.
Chloe races to her friend and strokes Straw for SEVEN and EIGHT when Beary seems to tell Chloe she's got a match to win. Fields nods and puts Straw back down. The cherry redhead races to the apron and slides in, popping to her feet. Enraged, perhaps like never before, she charges the truculent cowgirl, that is until Beth raises "Brandy" toward the former Cirque de Soleil performer, stopping Chloe in her tracks. Fields throws up her hands, backing up carefully. "REF!" she shouts. "Do something!"
To his credit, the ref DOES something--he steps in between Fields and Jenkins, holding raised palms toward the one-time rodeo queen. "Alright, Beth," he says, as calmly and reassuringly as he can manage. "It's a wrestling match. There's no place for that thing in this ring. Why don't you put it down and get on with this fight?" "Putting it down seems like a good idea..." Bareback grins, lowering her iron... and jabbing it south of the zebra's belt buckle. She pulls up short, but not before the frightened official takes an involuntary backward hop. "OK, you wanna play it that way?" he mutters, fear yielding to embarrassment, which in turn becomes anger. "Drop it before I disqualify your ass!" "Dare ya to," Jenkins challenges.
"ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR!" A smirking Beth tosses 'Brandy' to the side, her smirk as wide as ever.
As soon as the ink gun "branding iron" leaves contact with her foe's fingers, Chloe charges, pushing the ref aside. She balls a right fist instead of getting aerial, ready to pound the cowgirl into dust for threatening her bestie. "You're too mean to be a meanie," she shouts. The fists of fury come in pairs now, a furious Fields wanting to batter Beth into a freckled fetal ball for her heartless threat.
The only thing which keeps Chloe from accomplishing exactly what she wants is Jenkins' ability to keep her footing underneath her. Alas, that's about the only thing working in Beth's favor. The normal bright and cheerful redhead's fury at this point is undeniable and unstoppable, forcing Bareback to divert all her efforts to defense, raising her arms in front of her face and chest in an only partially successful attempt to shield herself. Each blow knock Beth into further retreat, until the redheaded rodeo queen's back hits the ropes, at which point she sacrifices her defenses to wrap an arm around the top cable.
"GET HER OFF, REF!!! UNNNGGGHHH!!!!" Jenkins cries out, prompting the official to struggle to slip between the redheads, his back to Beth... who takes advantage by shooting arm over the zebra's shoulder, her thumb aimed at Chloe's left eye.
Fields shrieks in pain as Jenkins expertly finds the socket and inserts her opposing digit. Chloe's hands fly to her gouged peeper as she turns and staggers away from the cowgirl. "What did you?" the official cuts his question short, realizing it's pointless. For Strawberry, the dimpled cutie mewls as she finds a corner on the opposite side of the ring to hunker in. She rubs at her eye vigorously, the opposite one watering out of sympathy pain. The cherry redhead pushes out a step or two, keeping her one good eye trained on the approaching Beth, trying to measure a left jab without binocular vision.
It's a sound idea, but accurate perception requires both eyes. Strawberry's sloppy aim allows Beth to dodge the jab, and before Fields can try to reload, she buries a knee into Chloe's lower belly. "Yuuuunnnngggghhhhh!!!!!" the Upstart gasps, doubling forward, only to be straightened up when Jenkins launches a barrage of punches of her own.
Repaying her opponent in kind for her earlier onslaught, Beth drives Fields back into the corner she had just vacated, and the official is quick to call Bareback off. Shockingly, perhaps, Jenkins complies quickly, grabbing a shoulder and pushing Chloe away from the buckles JUST enough to allow the cowgirl to slip in behind her. Moving her hand from Fields' shoulder to her tresses, Beth brings her right knee up against the back of the youngster's head. Having failed in her efforts to brand the bear, Jenkins is apparently ready to settle for a different sort of branding with her opponent...
CALF BRANDING:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Vi-SMa18DQ0
Beth nestles the balled joint into the back of the cutie's braincase. Jenkins pushes off from the her raised perch on the middle ropes. The ride down is one of frightened expectation for the Upstart until her face SLAMS into the deck. Chloe's head bounces off the deck as the crowd is silenced the rest of the way. Jenkins hops to her feet whipping around a pantomime lasso over her head while Chloe flops to her back holding the bridge of her nose with both hands. She rocks from side to side, one shoulder to the other. Knowing Beth isn't far, she's able to 'crunch' her tawny abs to a seated position, but no further.
At least, that's as far as she manages to get on her own. Jenkins gives her a helping hand, claiming a clump of hair and tugging Strawberry up as far as her knees. After landing a clubbing right forearm to Chloe's upper back, Beth turns her left arm into the lasso, roping it around her opponent's neck. Taunting the crowd with a circling wave overhead of her right index finger, Bareback kicks out a leg and starts to fall backward, aiming to add to Chloe's cranium trauma with a kneeling DDT.
KNEELING DDT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=b8NDb2XuTIU
Beth lays out, her back slamming against the canvas. But the sound is drowned out by the forced forward thrust of the Upstart and the ensuing impact. The once cheery face of Strawberry again THUMPS into the canvas, this time SPIKED there by the freckled cowgirl. Jenkins sits next to the face down, splayed Chloe, Fields' only movement an occasional twitch. The crowd, perhaps inspired by a rousing silent cheer from Straw Beary, claps in rhythm to help push Fields to her feet by her own accord but it's once again determined that claps can't defy the laws of physics and Chloe's features remain glued to the mat.
The FAWNatics are apparently not the only ones to notice that possible silent cheer, as Beth fixes a sneering scowl on Straw. Resolving to add BOTH Chloe and the bear to her heard by the end of this evening, Jenkins rolls the senseless redhead over to her back. Beth then swings a shapely leg over the Upstart's torso, setting a boot down off Fields' left side, straddling her foe on one knee. Then, curling and flexing the digits of her right hand menacingly, Bareback takes her right wrist in her left hand, ready to lock an iron claw onto Chloe's skull.
The fingers sink in around the glassy dark pools, the button nose and the pink lips, one digit slipping into a dimple. As Beth clenches her fingers, sending a pulse of strength into Fields' features, the Upstart spasms to life. Alas, it's immediately seen to be because of the pain. She yelps, her body growing tight after being slack moments before. Her hands move to the wrist of her fellow redhead, trying to shove the claw away but unable. Her boots push against the canvas as Fields tries another means of escape, but Jenkins edges forward with her, forcing her left hand hard atop her right to increase the pressure. Chants of 'CHLO-EEE' gain some momentum even if Fields' efforts to free herself don't. Unable to budge the iron claw, the Upstart starts to send fists into Beth's sides, hoping that would dissuade her before her vision becomes even more cloudy and her limbs more like lead.
The first shot draws a small "guff" past Beth's lips, but those very same lips then curl upward. Tightening her grip, Jenkins mutters, "Gonna have to do better than that, Straaauuuuuuunnnnnhhhhhhhhh..."
Apparently Fields takes the comment as an instruction, for she lands a second and third fist to the rodeo queen's flanks, each one harder than the last--and a fourth apparently proves hard enough to convince Jenkins to release her claw. But her hand doesn't withdraw before her nails again rake across Chloe's eyes, drawing a piercing squeal from the wounded redhead. Yanking Fields up with a handful of hair, Beth drags her blinded foe into the near corner and SLAMS her face into the top turnbuckle, hard enough to send Strawberry plopping to a seat in the corner. Jenkins then lifts a boot, ready to put the rough sole to work buffeting Strawberry's features.
BOOT SCRAPES:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=ywCU1qHd2_w
The rowdy redhead scrapes her boots across Chloe's babyface two, three, four times before taking off in a sprint to the corner down the length of the ropes. Jenkins rebounds toward her target and races for a souped up version to finish the show off. But as Beth gets close, Chloe finds the wherewithal to push off the ropes, dropping flat. Beth's leading boot flies over, her leg finishing through the ropes. Momentarily caught in them, she watches over her shoulder as Fields slowly pushes to her feet and wobbles, her foe's glossy tanned stems barely keeping her upright. Beth draws herself out of the cables with a smirk. She shakes her head as if to say 'OK' to some other violent plan. Her baby blues widen however when Chloe runs toward her. Reflexively, she dips to pull in the charging Upstart, but Fields has something game-changing in mind if she can find enough momentum to twist around the freckled frame of Bareback Beth.
TILT-A-WHIRL DDT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=zigIfNnwtJk
Desperation is a powerful motivator, adrenaline pumping through Chloe's veins to give her body strength it had not possessed mere moments ago. Whipping around the redheaded rodeo queen, Strawberry locks an arm around Beth's neck and kicks her feet high, falling to the mat and DRILLING the crown of Jenkins' skull into the canvas. Both women crumple to the mat, each redhead flat on her back, chests heaving and eyes glazed as they stare up at the lights. Bareback at least has enough of her wits to TRY to start rocking her body in a tumble toward the ropes, but for a woman who had been so dominant just moments ago, finding the strength to do so is proving a challenge.
For her part, the Upstart is unmoving, having apparently used every ounce of energy to pull a pink rabbit out of her hat. She remains on her back as Bareback Beth forces her way up and lifts off over the splayed Chloe, ready to drop a big ivory leg across Fields' throat. But as she's airborne, Chloe rolls out of the way, leaving nothing but thinly-covered plywood for Bareback's backside. Landing on her tailbone, a shockwave runs up and down Beth's spine as she grasps underneath her cheeks. Meanwhile. Fields hops to the middle ropes behind Beth. She sets for a moment to gain her bearings, then leaps off, hands outstretched to grab onto Jenkins red locks so, as she forward flips over Beth's right shoulder, she can plant the cowgirl's face into the deck between her extended legs.
With Beth still dazed from the DDT and Strawberry attacking from the blindside, Bareback is defenseless, that combination even working to keep the redheaded rodeo queen from being able to drop her hands in front of her in time to soften the blow. Jenkins' mug meets the canvas with a loud 'THWOOONK!', the force of the impact enough to rocket Beth's upper body back up to a seated position--which is where she remains for about a heartbeat or two, her eyes nearly crossed and her tongue threatening to pop out past her lips. Then, with a dull groan, Beth's eyes roll back as she topples over, landing in a splattered, spasming starfish.
With the crowd now roaring, Chloe uses the force of her somersault landing to pop back to her feet, second wind fully blowing. Racing the rest of the way to the far buckles, Chloe tags the top and turns, sprinting at the flattened cowgirl. Reaching her, Chloe skips over and proceeds to race her way up the near buckles. Reaching the top, she looks out on the cheering FAWNatics with a wide smile and vaults into a stratosphere-scraping moonsault flip, aiming to come CRASHING down across the open tummy of the rodeo queen.
And now with two good eyes and a recharging battery, this time Chloe's aim proves devastatingly accurate. Coming out of her last rotation, Strawberry lands harshly across Beth's chest, momentarily collapsing the redheaded rodeo queen's ribcage as Fields bounces back into the air. The Upstart then lands a second, considerably more abbreviated and less impactful mini-splash, but it's still enough to force the tiniest of "gyyyyyuuuunnnnnnnhhhh"s out of Bareback. For her part, Chloe snatches one of Jenkins' kicking gams out of the air, hooking it tight for the...
ONE...
TWO...
THRNOOOOO!!!!!!!!
Beth gets a shoulder up.
The crowd can feel the worm having turned and is on their feet as a giddy Fields hops up to joint them, brimming with excitement rather than disappointed in her near miss. Grabbing a shoulder and a handful of trunks at Beth's hip, Fields hauls the dazed and droopy Jenkins to stooped feet. Chloe whips a set of five straight kneelifts to the jaw of Jenkins, rocking her rodeo. With Beth not knowing a steer from a bronco, Chloe lifts her lithe, tawny right stem over the back of Beth's neck and prepares to crush the cowgirl with a guillotine ace crusher.
GUILLOTINE ACE CRUSHER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Jaj4g8NbbhY
With one succulent gam extended and ready to drop, Chloe only has one boot mooring her to the canvas. And that doesn't last long. With the tiniest of hops, Strawberry goes airborne. But contrary to her jaw-dropping moonsault of moments ago, on this occasion the elevation is secondary to the landing, and Bareback's mug is DRIVEN into the mat HARD by Chloe's shapely thigh. While one hundred and nine pounds might make Chloe one of the lightest women in FAWN, you won't get much from Jenkins denying the force that weight can bring into play. Actually, at this moment, you would be hard pressed to get ANYTHING out of the twitching, convulsing, face down and splattered beauty.
Feeling light as a feather, the resplendent Chloe is rolling and she soon has Beth doing the same, pushing Bareback to her back. Chloe hops to her feet and now has her own lasso out, twirling it around to the delight of the FAWNatics. Slowly, she makes her way to her bestie and plucks Straw Beary out from the corner. She accompanies him to the buckles nearest the cowgirl and scrambles up, taking Straw along for the ride. But little does Mr. Beary know he is going for an E-ticket. For when the duo reach the top, Chloe turns to the splayed Beth and lowers into a slight crouch, hugging Straw in front of her. The dimpled cutie explodes off her perch, arching HIGH into the air with Straw strapped in tight. With a palm wrapped around each of Straw's wrists, Chloe tucks into a tight ball at her zenith then spreads Superman-style into a single file, before she tucks Straw underneath her to get the full effect of CRUSHING Beth beneath them, if and only if they hit the open target of Jenkins' gulping tummy.
And that proves no concern at all, the redheaded rodeo queen remaining motionless up until the moment after Chloe and Straw jointly land atop her. THEN Beth's eyes bulge open, her head lifting up toward her chest, Jenkins' luscious legs flying into the air. As the cowgirl coughs and wheezes, Fields settles onto her knees, rocking back on her haunches--leaving Straw across Beth's belly, though the plushie's arms aren't long enough to reach and hook a leg. From the crowd, a couple of heel marks jump to their feet, outraged. "COME ON, REF!" one of them shouts. "YOU'RE GONNA LET HER USE A FOREIGN OBJECT LIKE THAT???"
The man in stripes seems disposed to neither consider Straw a foreign obje3ct or an illegal partner. and the pink bear maintains his place across the splattered remains of a motionless Beth. The ref does remind Chloe she's the legal Upstart and so the chirpy Fields, dimple in full bloom, settles across the demolished Beth, side by side with Straw, Jenkins the victim of not a high impact frog splash but the destructive Bear Splash. While Straw is tight to Beth's heaving chest, Chloe is across her midriff and the Upstart does a hook a leg for the...
ONE...
TWO...
THREE!!!!!!!!!
The count concludes with only the smallest of spasms from Bareback, a fraction of a second before the final slap meets the canvas. All that accomplishes is to send Straw sliding a little higher toward her clavicle. For her part, Chloe is unmoved. "Ladies and gentlemen," the announcer declares, "your winner, via pinfall... CHHHLLLOOOEEE FIIIEEELLLDDDSSS!!!!!"
Strawberry and Straw Beary roll to their backs, the bear with help from her bestie and lounge atop Beth, staring up at the lights, Chloe, at least, with a wide grin. She giggles as she pulls Straw into a hug and with arms wrapped around him, she kips to her feet where the official takes one arm and raises it high. The adoring crowd chants "CHLO-EEE. CHLO-EEE" until Fields points at her bear.
"STRAW....STRAW....STRAW" and that chant echoes through the arena as a battered, broken Beth rolls to her chest and manages enough energy to slap the mat in frustration, knowing what she now had to live down. Perhaps worse than a branding. For the victors...no doubt...party at Sammie's!
”WHAT THE HELL”:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=tQmEd_UeeIk&feature=player_embedded
Bouncing out from backstage is a tawny wisp of a woman. All big dark doe eyes, cherry red mane and cherubic girlish features, Chloe skips from one side of the stage to the other. Clutched in the rookie’s right hand is the paw of a fluffy, pink teddy bear, her bestest buddy, Straw Beary.
STRAW BEARY:
The tiny Upstart gyrates playfully around the grating, joyously pumping her fist with the crowd to Avril’s accompaniment. She holds up her bear and has Straw wave to the crowd. The masses, mesmerized, wave back to the pink plushie as the ring announcer officially announces her arrival.
“Our next match is one fall with a 20-minute time limit. From Boca Raton, Florida…” Some isolated pockets in the Orlando crowd pop for Boca. “Standing 5 feet 2 inches and weighing in at 109 pounds…CHLOE…STRAWBERRY…FIELDS.”
CHLOE FIELDS:
The redheaded rookie skips down the ramp, dressed in a pink and black ruffled two piece with mini-skirted bottoms.
Chloe zig-zags from side to side, slapping hands with the fans and beaming from ear to ear. FAWN’s resident angel reaches the ring and takes a lap, making acquaintance with nearly every front row ticket purchaser while introducing her pink cub to the fans.
“He’s very glad to meet you,” Fields giggles. “I’m sure.”
Chloe holds Straw Beary close to her chest and waves his paw at the FAWNatics, the bear getting a high-five from one fan that draws a chirpy chuckle from Fields.
Reaching the steps, Chloe saunters up, proceeds halfway down the length of the ring, and slips through the ropes. She lip-syncs along with her music while hopping around the ring before settling in her corner.
She sets ‘Straw Beary’ under the bottom buckle so he can keep a watchful set of button eyes on the proceedings. Chloe waves buh-bye for the moment and moves to the center, bouncing in place and waiting for her opponent, ready to continue the singles success she’d garnered, even if most of it was in house shows in the backwater burgs of central Florida against women considered less than the cream of the crop.
“And her opponent…” the announcer resumes once the crowd and the music have become a little calmer. “Hailing from Tombstone, Arizona, standing five feet six inches tall and weighing in at one hundred and twenty-four pounds... Please welcome… “BAREBACK” BEEETTTHHH JEEENNNKKKIIINNNSSS!”
”WILDFLOWER”:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=NC0IhlquYlI
BETH JENKINS:
“Wildflower” by the JaneDear Girls begins to pump over the speakers of the FAWN Arena, and soon the sounds of country and western are accompanied by an appropriate sight. And though her now legendary ambush of Nyssa Bloodwind in Georgia and their subsequent PPV showdown had gained the cowgirl instant notoriety, the Arizona state flag patterned vest—small enough to live a sliver of midsection bare—blue thong bottoms and matching chaps she wears remain enough to draw several appreciative hoots, hollers and whistles. Her feet are adorned in a pair of battered old cowboy boots, spurs clicking against the floor as she saunters down the aisle. A coiled lasso is attached to her hip, and sitting atop her head is a cowboy hat with a curved brim.
Reaching ringside, Beth spies a young man in battered black jeans and a dark red button-up shirt, and apparently liking what she sees, the cowgirl starts to head his way. A seductive smile on her lips, Jenkins reaches up, taking her hat and placing it on his head. The young fan gushes his appreciation for this valuable collectible, but soon it looks like the man is about to be given an even more priceless memory, Beth gripping the collar of his shirt and slowly pulling him in for a passionate kiss. By this point, everyone watching knows what’s coming… except for the engrossed young stud, who clearly believes tonight might just be different.
But instead, the redhead halts with her lips mere centimeters from his. Eyes twinkling, Jenkins shakes her head and gives him a small shove, turning away and marching toward the ring with an inviting sashay of her hips.
Pausing at the timekeeper’s table, Jenkins reaches down and pats an object on the table, perhaps THE object that had generated the most of Beth’s buzz among those who kept a close eye on the house show circuit: what appeared to be a branding iron, though was more a sort of customized tattoo gun. As she sets it down, the crowd is left to wonder--as they always must--whether it would return to feature later in tonight’s festivities.
The redheaded cowgirl climbs the steps and slips through the ropes, bared cheeks earning Jenkins another round of lustful whistles as she sweeps her way into the ring. While Beth goes to work removing her spurs, the referee heads over to Chloe, ready to give the bubbly youngster the customary pre-match inspection. “Be sure to check the bear, too!” Jenkins barks after him.
Chloe frowns at the suggestion Straw would cheat, but she turns and plucks him off the apron, offering him to the official. The man, more than a bit sheepishly, pats the plushy down and hands it back to Chloe who sticks out her tongue at Jenkins. She sets Straw back in place and lets the striped-shirt do his sweeps of the Upstart, Chloe giggling a bit as if tickled on one of the touches. Before the man moves to Jenkins, Fields gets more serious. "You are going to have that branding iron removed from ringside, right? I'm not being added to some herd tonight."
And now, it's the rodeo queen's turn to show indignation, Beth throwing up her hands in a protestation of innocence. "Hey, Brandy's mindin' her own business, right out there on the table. I didn't even bring her into the ring--which is more than we can say for you and that bear. Who I STILL don't trust, by the way." The referee looks from Beth to Chloe, out to the timekeeper's table, then back to Jenkins again before finally turning to Strawberry. "She HASN'T brought it into the ring, Chloe," he says, somewhat reluctantly. "And she's not going to. I'll make sure of that."
"OK," Fields nods apologetically to the ref. "Sorry," she adds to Jenkins. As the bell rings, Chloe starts a rhythmic clap the crowd quickly picks up on and they continue on as she wanders in a circle of the ring, Beth joining her until they come together in a collar-and-elbow tie-up. With a size advantage on Strawberry, it doesn't take long before Jenkins forces Chloe into a backpedal, Fields' back touching against the buckles just above her bear. The ref asks for a break and Chloe squeaks for one as well, trying to shove Bareback Beth away from her but having a hard time accomplishing the task.
Jenkins doesn't immediately respond to either request, forcing the referee to initiate a count. Finally, with the threat of disqualification in the first minute of the contest looming, the redheaded rodeo queen pulls her hands back at the shout of "FOUR!" and, perhaps most shockingly, again raises them above her head as she steps away from Fields. The crowd and even the official appear somewhat taken aback by the show of sportswomanship. But Beth pays no mind to their disbelief, beckoning Chloe to come out of the corner and tie up with her again. Strawberry complies, and the duo begin to jockey for position again--this time with Fields gradually forcing her foe back into a corner. The ref calls for a break, and Chloe doesn't hesitate to comply. Alas, Beth shows no hesitation either in fashioning her right hand into a flat edge, and thrusting her fingertips toward the Upstart's windpipe.
The thrust into her throat leaves Chloe wide-eyed and gagging. Fields clutches at her neck as she spins away from the unusual and effective attack. She draws in rasping breaths as the official berates the freckled cowgirl. Feeling Jenkins clamp down on her shoulder from behind to spin her face to face with her foe, Chloe decides to bring a straightforward balled fist for the cowgirl's chin with her, planning to deck the big meanie in return.
The thinking is sound, but not as sound as the impact, Fields' punch finding an unsuspecting Beth's jaw and DROPPING the redheaded cowgirl to the mat. Clearly not prepared for the Upstart to have an answer to her trickeration quite so readily available in her arsenal, Jenkins rolls under the bottom rope and drops to the floor, raising a hand to massage some of the sting out of her jaw. And immediately, the crowd gets on Bareback's case, jeering her departure from the ring and demanding she return to it. Instead, Beth remains content to pace back and forth, collecting herself.
But Fields isn't nearly as content to put the match on hold. Rubbing the last redness out of he throat, she casts a glance behind her and takes off for the ropes on the opposite side of the ring as Jenkins. She bounds into the cables and sprints toward the former rodeo queen. The bouncy Upstart launches over the ropes instead of through them, diving in suicide fashion toward a crunching impact on the unsuspecting Beth below, hoping to flatten the cowgirl and make a statement she'd be the one moving up the ladder, not Bareback.
As two crimson haired beauties crash to the concrete floor, everyone else in the building who wasn't already standing launches to theirs, roaring in approval. It takes Chloe a moment to extricate herself from Bareback, but once she does, Fields springs to her feet and pumps a fist, earning another wave of cheers. Still, she knows she won't win this match playing cheerleader, so she turns back to her opponent, grabbing a handful of hair and pulling Beth up to her kne...
"Unnnngggghhhhh!!!!"
Jenkins drives a balled fist of her own into Chloe's lower belly, forcing the Upstart to take a step back. Beth rises, but instead of going on the attack she immediately starts running in the opposite direction, making a hard left at the first ringpost. Catching her breath, Fields gives pursuit--but fails to notice Jenkins' hand flash out at the next post, snatching a small fury object underneath the bottom buckle as she continues to sprint away from her opponent. Nearing the timekeeper's table, Beth suddenly whips around--and only then does Chloe catch sight of Straw, held tight against Bareback's bosom. "Stay back, bytch!" Jenkins snarls, her free hand reaching behind her and feeling for her own accompaniment to the ring. "If you know what's good for your friend here..."
Chloe freezes in terror, throwing up her hands. "Please...don't. I'm staying back. I am. Just don't hurt Straw. Let's just get back in the ring and start over. OK? A fair fight." Beth finds her 'branding iron' and holds it next to Straw Beary's cheek. Chloe sinks to one knee, pressing her palms together. "DON'T!" The crowd levels an ear-shattering rain of jeers down on the cowgirl. How low could this woman go? "I'll stand out for here for a countout. If that's what you want."
A countout appears to be a very real possibility, for BOTH women, as the official's running count in the ring reaches "FOUR!" Beth takes a sideways shuffle back toward the ring, continuing to face the now kneeling Chloe--and continue to hold Straw to her chest. "FIVE!" Jenkins moves the business end of her 'iron' perilously close to the plushie's cheek, and Chloe's fingers lace together tight, her eyes clearly beginning to water. "SIX!" Jenkins suddenly SLINGS Straw toward the security barrier. With considerably less force, Bareback lightly tosses "Brandy" onto the apron before diving under the bottom rope and rolling back into the ring. Luckily, the bear hits the steel and falls back to the floor, instead of sailing into the masses.
Chloe races to her friend and strokes Straw for SEVEN and EIGHT when Beary seems to tell Chloe she's got a match to win. Fields nods and puts Straw back down. The cherry redhead races to the apron and slides in, popping to her feet. Enraged, perhaps like never before, she charges the truculent cowgirl, that is until Beth raises "Brandy" toward the former Cirque de Soleil performer, stopping Chloe in her tracks. Fields throws up her hands, backing up carefully. "REF!" she shouts. "Do something!"
To his credit, the ref DOES something--he steps in between Fields and Jenkins, holding raised palms toward the one-time rodeo queen. "Alright, Beth," he says, as calmly and reassuringly as he can manage. "It's a wrestling match. There's no place for that thing in this ring. Why don't you put it down and get on with this fight?" "Putting it down seems like a good idea..." Bareback grins, lowering her iron... and jabbing it south of the zebra's belt buckle. She pulls up short, but not before the frightened official takes an involuntary backward hop. "OK, you wanna play it that way?" he mutters, fear yielding to embarrassment, which in turn becomes anger. "Drop it before I disqualify your ass!" "Dare ya to," Jenkins challenges.
"ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR!" A smirking Beth tosses 'Brandy' to the side, her smirk as wide as ever.
As soon as the ink gun "branding iron" leaves contact with her foe's fingers, Chloe charges, pushing the ref aside. She balls a right fist instead of getting aerial, ready to pound the cowgirl into dust for threatening her bestie. "You're too mean to be a meanie," she shouts. The fists of fury come in pairs now, a furious Fields wanting to batter Beth into a freckled fetal ball for her heartless threat.
The only thing which keeps Chloe from accomplishing exactly what she wants is Jenkins' ability to keep her footing underneath her. Alas, that's about the only thing working in Beth's favor. The normal bright and cheerful redhead's fury at this point is undeniable and unstoppable, forcing Bareback to divert all her efforts to defense, raising her arms in front of her face and chest in an only partially successful attempt to shield herself. Each blow knock Beth into further retreat, until the redheaded rodeo queen's back hits the ropes, at which point she sacrifices her defenses to wrap an arm around the top cable.
"GET HER OFF, REF!!! UNNNGGGHHH!!!!" Jenkins cries out, prompting the official to struggle to slip between the redheads, his back to Beth... who takes advantage by shooting arm over the zebra's shoulder, her thumb aimed at Chloe's left eye.
Fields shrieks in pain as Jenkins expertly finds the socket and inserts her opposing digit. Chloe's hands fly to her gouged peeper as she turns and staggers away from the cowgirl. "What did you?" the official cuts his question short, realizing it's pointless. For Strawberry, the dimpled cutie mewls as she finds a corner on the opposite side of the ring to hunker in. She rubs at her eye vigorously, the opposite one watering out of sympathy pain. The cherry redhead pushes out a step or two, keeping her one good eye trained on the approaching Beth, trying to measure a left jab without binocular vision.
It's a sound idea, but accurate perception requires both eyes. Strawberry's sloppy aim allows Beth to dodge the jab, and before Fields can try to reload, she buries a knee into Chloe's lower belly. "Yuuuunnnngggghhhhh!!!!!" the Upstart gasps, doubling forward, only to be straightened up when Jenkins launches a barrage of punches of her own.
Repaying her opponent in kind for her earlier onslaught, Beth drives Fields back into the corner she had just vacated, and the official is quick to call Bareback off. Shockingly, perhaps, Jenkins complies quickly, grabbing a shoulder and pushing Chloe away from the buckles JUST enough to allow the cowgirl to slip in behind her. Moving her hand from Fields' shoulder to her tresses, Beth brings her right knee up against the back of the youngster's head. Having failed in her efforts to brand the bear, Jenkins is apparently ready to settle for a different sort of branding with her opponent...
CALF BRANDING:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Vi-SMa18DQ0
Beth nestles the balled joint into the back of the cutie's braincase. Jenkins pushes off from the her raised perch on the middle ropes. The ride down is one of frightened expectation for the Upstart until her face SLAMS into the deck. Chloe's head bounces off the deck as the crowd is silenced the rest of the way. Jenkins hops to her feet whipping around a pantomime lasso over her head while Chloe flops to her back holding the bridge of her nose with both hands. She rocks from side to side, one shoulder to the other. Knowing Beth isn't far, she's able to 'crunch' her tawny abs to a seated position, but no further.
At least, that's as far as she manages to get on her own. Jenkins gives her a helping hand, claiming a clump of hair and tugging Strawberry up as far as her knees. After landing a clubbing right forearm to Chloe's upper back, Beth turns her left arm into the lasso, roping it around her opponent's neck. Taunting the crowd with a circling wave overhead of her right index finger, Bareback kicks out a leg and starts to fall backward, aiming to add to Chloe's cranium trauma with a kneeling DDT.
KNEELING DDT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=b8NDb2XuTIU
Beth lays out, her back slamming against the canvas. But the sound is drowned out by the forced forward thrust of the Upstart and the ensuing impact. The once cheery face of Strawberry again THUMPS into the canvas, this time SPIKED there by the freckled cowgirl. Jenkins sits next to the face down, splayed Chloe, Fields' only movement an occasional twitch. The crowd, perhaps inspired by a rousing silent cheer from Straw Beary, claps in rhythm to help push Fields to her feet by her own accord but it's once again determined that claps can't defy the laws of physics and Chloe's features remain glued to the mat.
The FAWNatics are apparently not the only ones to notice that possible silent cheer, as Beth fixes a sneering scowl on Straw. Resolving to add BOTH Chloe and the bear to her heard by the end of this evening, Jenkins rolls the senseless redhead over to her back. Beth then swings a shapely leg over the Upstart's torso, setting a boot down off Fields' left side, straddling her foe on one knee. Then, curling and flexing the digits of her right hand menacingly, Bareback takes her right wrist in her left hand, ready to lock an iron claw onto Chloe's skull.
The fingers sink in around the glassy dark pools, the button nose and the pink lips, one digit slipping into a dimple. As Beth clenches her fingers, sending a pulse of strength into Fields' features, the Upstart spasms to life. Alas, it's immediately seen to be because of the pain. She yelps, her body growing tight after being slack moments before. Her hands move to the wrist of her fellow redhead, trying to shove the claw away but unable. Her boots push against the canvas as Fields tries another means of escape, but Jenkins edges forward with her, forcing her left hand hard atop her right to increase the pressure. Chants of 'CHLO-EEE' gain some momentum even if Fields' efforts to free herself don't. Unable to budge the iron claw, the Upstart starts to send fists into Beth's sides, hoping that would dissuade her before her vision becomes even more cloudy and her limbs more like lead.
The first shot draws a small "guff" past Beth's lips, but those very same lips then curl upward. Tightening her grip, Jenkins mutters, "Gonna have to do better than that, Straaauuuuuuunnnnnhhhhhhhhh..."
Apparently Fields takes the comment as an instruction, for she lands a second and third fist to the rodeo queen's flanks, each one harder than the last--and a fourth apparently proves hard enough to convince Jenkins to release her claw. But her hand doesn't withdraw before her nails again rake across Chloe's eyes, drawing a piercing squeal from the wounded redhead. Yanking Fields up with a handful of hair, Beth drags her blinded foe into the near corner and SLAMS her face into the top turnbuckle, hard enough to send Strawberry plopping to a seat in the corner. Jenkins then lifts a boot, ready to put the rough sole to work buffeting Strawberry's features.
BOOT SCRAPES:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=ywCU1qHd2_w
The rowdy redhead scrapes her boots across Chloe's babyface two, three, four times before taking off in a sprint to the corner down the length of the ropes. Jenkins rebounds toward her target and races for a souped up version to finish the show off. But as Beth gets close, Chloe finds the wherewithal to push off the ropes, dropping flat. Beth's leading boot flies over, her leg finishing through the ropes. Momentarily caught in them, she watches over her shoulder as Fields slowly pushes to her feet and wobbles, her foe's glossy tanned stems barely keeping her upright. Beth draws herself out of the cables with a smirk. She shakes her head as if to say 'OK' to some other violent plan. Her baby blues widen however when Chloe runs toward her. Reflexively, she dips to pull in the charging Upstart, but Fields has something game-changing in mind if she can find enough momentum to twist around the freckled frame of Bareback Beth.
TILT-A-WHIRL DDT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=zigIfNnwtJk
Desperation is a powerful motivator, adrenaline pumping through Chloe's veins to give her body strength it had not possessed mere moments ago. Whipping around the redheaded rodeo queen, Strawberry locks an arm around Beth's neck and kicks her feet high, falling to the mat and DRILLING the crown of Jenkins' skull into the canvas. Both women crumple to the mat, each redhead flat on her back, chests heaving and eyes glazed as they stare up at the lights. Bareback at least has enough of her wits to TRY to start rocking her body in a tumble toward the ropes, but for a woman who had been so dominant just moments ago, finding the strength to do so is proving a challenge.
For her part, the Upstart is unmoving, having apparently used every ounce of energy to pull a pink rabbit out of her hat. She remains on her back as Bareback Beth forces her way up and lifts off over the splayed Chloe, ready to drop a big ivory leg across Fields' throat. But as she's airborne, Chloe rolls out of the way, leaving nothing but thinly-covered plywood for Bareback's backside. Landing on her tailbone, a shockwave runs up and down Beth's spine as she grasps underneath her cheeks. Meanwhile. Fields hops to the middle ropes behind Beth. She sets for a moment to gain her bearings, then leaps off, hands outstretched to grab onto Jenkins red locks so, as she forward flips over Beth's right shoulder, she can plant the cowgirl's face into the deck between her extended legs.
With Beth still dazed from the DDT and Strawberry attacking from the blindside, Bareback is defenseless, that combination even working to keep the redheaded rodeo queen from being able to drop her hands in front of her in time to soften the blow. Jenkins' mug meets the canvas with a loud 'THWOOONK!', the force of the impact enough to rocket Beth's upper body back up to a seated position--which is where she remains for about a heartbeat or two, her eyes nearly crossed and her tongue threatening to pop out past her lips. Then, with a dull groan, Beth's eyes roll back as she topples over, landing in a splattered, spasming starfish.
With the crowd now roaring, Chloe uses the force of her somersault landing to pop back to her feet, second wind fully blowing. Racing the rest of the way to the far buckles, Chloe tags the top and turns, sprinting at the flattened cowgirl. Reaching her, Chloe skips over and proceeds to race her way up the near buckles. Reaching the top, she looks out on the cheering FAWNatics with a wide smile and vaults into a stratosphere-scraping moonsault flip, aiming to come CRASHING down across the open tummy of the rodeo queen.
And now with two good eyes and a recharging battery, this time Chloe's aim proves devastatingly accurate. Coming out of her last rotation, Strawberry lands harshly across Beth's chest, momentarily collapsing the redheaded rodeo queen's ribcage as Fields bounces back into the air. The Upstart then lands a second, considerably more abbreviated and less impactful mini-splash, but it's still enough to force the tiniest of "gyyyyyuuuunnnnnnnhhhh"s out of Bareback. For her part, Chloe snatches one of Jenkins' kicking gams out of the air, hooking it tight for the...
ONE...
TWO...
THRNOOOOO!!!!!!!!
Beth gets a shoulder up.
The crowd can feel the worm having turned and is on their feet as a giddy Fields hops up to joint them, brimming with excitement rather than disappointed in her near miss. Grabbing a shoulder and a handful of trunks at Beth's hip, Fields hauls the dazed and droopy Jenkins to stooped feet. Chloe whips a set of five straight kneelifts to the jaw of Jenkins, rocking her rodeo. With Beth not knowing a steer from a bronco, Chloe lifts her lithe, tawny right stem over the back of Beth's neck and prepares to crush the cowgirl with a guillotine ace crusher.
GUILLOTINE ACE CRUSHER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Jaj4g8NbbhY
With one succulent gam extended and ready to drop, Chloe only has one boot mooring her to the canvas. And that doesn't last long. With the tiniest of hops, Strawberry goes airborne. But contrary to her jaw-dropping moonsault of moments ago, on this occasion the elevation is secondary to the landing, and Bareback's mug is DRIVEN into the mat HARD by Chloe's shapely thigh. While one hundred and nine pounds might make Chloe one of the lightest women in FAWN, you won't get much from Jenkins denying the force that weight can bring into play. Actually, at this moment, you would be hard pressed to get ANYTHING out of the twitching, convulsing, face down and splattered beauty.
Feeling light as a feather, the resplendent Chloe is rolling and she soon has Beth doing the same, pushing Bareback to her back. Chloe hops to her feet and now has her own lasso out, twirling it around to the delight of the FAWNatics. Slowly, she makes her way to her bestie and plucks Straw Beary out from the corner. She accompanies him to the buckles nearest the cowgirl and scrambles up, taking Straw along for the ride. But little does Mr. Beary know he is going for an E-ticket. For when the duo reach the top, Chloe turns to the splayed Beth and lowers into a slight crouch, hugging Straw in front of her. The dimpled cutie explodes off her perch, arching HIGH into the air with Straw strapped in tight. With a palm wrapped around each of Straw's wrists, Chloe tucks into a tight ball at her zenith then spreads Superman-style into a single file, before she tucks Straw underneath her to get the full effect of CRUSHING Beth beneath them, if and only if they hit the open target of Jenkins' gulping tummy.
And that proves no concern at all, the redheaded rodeo queen remaining motionless up until the moment after Chloe and Straw jointly land atop her. THEN Beth's eyes bulge open, her head lifting up toward her chest, Jenkins' luscious legs flying into the air. As the cowgirl coughs and wheezes, Fields settles onto her knees, rocking back on her haunches--leaving Straw across Beth's belly, though the plushie's arms aren't long enough to reach and hook a leg. From the crowd, a couple of heel marks jump to their feet, outraged. "COME ON, REF!" one of them shouts. "YOU'RE GONNA LET HER USE A FOREIGN OBJECT LIKE THAT???"
The man in stripes seems disposed to neither consider Straw a foreign obje3ct or an illegal partner. and the pink bear maintains his place across the splattered remains of a motionless Beth. The ref does remind Chloe she's the legal Upstart and so the chirpy Fields, dimple in full bloom, settles across the demolished Beth, side by side with Straw, Jenkins the victim of not a high impact frog splash but the destructive Bear Splash. While Straw is tight to Beth's heaving chest, Chloe is across her midriff and the Upstart does a hook a leg for the...
ONE...
TWO...
THREE!!!!!!!!!
The count concludes with only the smallest of spasms from Bareback, a fraction of a second before the final slap meets the canvas. All that accomplishes is to send Straw sliding a little higher toward her clavicle. For her part, Chloe is unmoved. "Ladies and gentlemen," the announcer declares, "your winner, via pinfall... CHHHLLLOOOEEE FIIIEEELLLDDDSSS!!!!!"
Strawberry and Straw Beary roll to their backs, the bear with help from her bestie and lounge atop Beth, staring up at the lights, Chloe, at least, with a wide grin. She giggles as she pulls Straw into a hug and with arms wrapped around him, she kips to her feet where the official takes one arm and raises it high. The adoring crowd chants "CHLO-EEE. CHLO-EEE" until Fields points at her bear.
"STRAW....STRAW....STRAW" and that chant echoes through the arena as a battered, broken Beth rolls to her chest and manages enough energy to slap the mat in frustration, knowing what she now had to live down. Perhaps worse than a branding. For the victors...no doubt...party at Sammie's!